#kitchen smut

[thisreadswhatever]

To Keep Me Safe From You: Part Two

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[description]: jax teller x fem!reader

[wordcount]: 1.8k+

[summary]: the tension between you and Jax is so surreal, now the kitchen counter will have to do.

[cw]: this chapter is basically pure smut, 18+ ONLY, minors do not interact!, p in v sex, unprotected sex, masturbation (f), praise, overstimulation, kitchen sex, some pet names, creampie, mentions of killing

[authors note]: so after the cliff hanger from the first chapter i felt like i had to add something truly spicy here. this is the filthiest thing i've ever wrote so i hope you enjoy. i'm going to be adding a part 3 so if you like this please let me know if you want to be tagged!

His mouth was relentless, crushing into yours. His hands moved from your neck slowly down your chest, pulling at the buttons that held your shirt. You had forgotten you were still in your diner uniform until now, as Jax grasped at your blouse. His mouth continued to crash against yours, melting any resistance you might have felt away. He pulled away for a moment, a devilish grin forming as he looked down at you, barely sitting on the kitchen counter.

“Take it off.”

You tried to form enough space to pry your clothes from your body, but Jax refused to let you move. He watched as you fought with each button, desperate to remove your dirty clothes and be seen by the man who wanted to kill you only a short while ago. Your mind was twisted by the shift of events. Your head told you to run, but the heat between your legs screamed otherwise.

As you fumbled with the last button of the shirt, Jax had already pulled your arms from the sleeves, exposing your frill lace bra and stomach. He grasped at your shoulders, his fingers underneath the straps, separating them from your skin. His fingers felt like velvet, moving from the straps to the cups of your breasts. He reached around your back to release you, letting the bra fall to the ground. He watched as you leant back further into the countertop, groaning at the feel of his hands kneading into your breasts. Your face felt warm, like Jax’s eyes were burning into you as he watched. He lifted you onto the countertop, pulling your face into his once more.

His hand wrapped around the back of your head, gripping at your hair in the messy bun it had sat in since your shift ended. He moved down between your legs where he forced them apart, his fingers tracing your warmth as you gasped in response. “I think you’re already wet under there for me.” His hand pressed firmly into you, causing friction between your underwear and your jeans, relieving the pressure building into your mound. He leant into you and his breath was pouring into your ear, “you want me to touch you?”, he whispered.

Your breath grew faster, “please” you begged.

His grip on your sex grew, pressing into you while you pushed yourself further into him, searching for further relief as you rubbed against his hand.

His tone demanded, “say it again.”

You whimpered, head tilting further from the hands twisted into your hair as his other claimed you. He began to release at your hesitation.

“Please please please”, you were begging.

Jax chuckled into your ear, “that’s it darlin’. Tell me.”

He lifted his hand from your mound, finding the buttons of your jeans. He pulled them just far enough that his fingers trailed the top of your fold, gnawing at the entrance of your clit.

“Jax, please. Please-“

He moaned in response to hearing you plead with him, pulling your face into his using his grip on your hair. His lips were almost on yours, but he held you so firm that you couldn’t move any closer.

"You look so pretty when you beg. What if I just keep going?"

You unraveled at the words, the thought of this never ending, the threat of him killing you almost pained you less. Your body was screaming for him, begging for release. The frustration filled you as soft moans uncontrollably escaped your throat.

Jax smiled playfully as he let go of your hair, pulling both hands to your hips before removing your jeans. They fell to the floor along with the rest of your clothes, as you sat there, half naked on your kitchen island. He stood before you, fully clothed in his jeans and kutte, watching you fall apart in anticipation. He leant back, drinking you in as you stared back at him with your messy bun and desperate eyes.

“Touch yourself.”

He was strict in tone but not how it had sounded earlier that night. It was different, not harsh, but authoritative. The direction sent tingles down your spine into your hips. You did as he asked, lifting your feet onto the counter, bent at the knees and spread wide. You kept your eyes on his as he watched you place a hand down your underwear, engulfing yourself with your fingers.

He was right.. you were soaked.

Your head fell back as you whimpered at the relief, yet you yearned for more, still desperate for the man in front of you, eyes blazing. You pulled your panties to the side, exposing yourself to him. Before he could demand you to himself, you inserted a finger into your dripping entrance, moans exploding between your breaths in response to the sensation. You lifted your head to see him looking straight down at your fingers sliding in and out of your cunt.

“Is that what you wanted, sweetheart?”

Your eyes closed as you whimpered, “mhmm.. I want- you.”

“Tell me more.” He grasped at your thighs, pulling the skin apart further from your mound. It was all too much.

“I want you to take me, Jax.”

“Again.”

“Please.”

“You want me to fuck you after I almost killed you?”

You couldn’t respond, whimpers escaping as you attempted to speak. His voice melted any remaining pieces of you into nothing, withering at the desperation. He wanted you to beg for him.

“After I taped you up and left you helpless?”

“Fuck, Jax.”

“That’s what you want darlin’?”

“Yes, Jax. Please- please fuck me.”

His lips found you, his teeth gleaming against yours as you continued to thrust your fingers into your sex.

You heard the buckle of his belt clasp, and shortly after his leather kutte hit the floor. He grasped your knees as he spread your legs further apart. One of his hands was on top of yours, as it repeatedly thrusted into your slick. He moved it to your clit, holding it firmly in place. “Don’t move your hand from here. You understand?”

You nodded in response. You felt like nearing climax at the sensation of his words and the feeling of your fingers being directed by him. Suddenly you felt him hard in you, his length taking all of you with one movement. The fullness was overwhelming, leaving you gasping with relief. Your mound tightened around his cock as he repeatedly pounded into you, still securing your hand to yourself as he guided it, circling around your clit. He grasped at your hip with his other, pushing you further into his cock. Jax groaned, “You feel like you were made for me.”

You can’t help but whine at his praise, now moving your own hand with ferocity on your mound. The pressure began to build again, and your other hand clutched at his hair.

“You’re going to come for me, babe. All around me.”

Your eyes widened as you lost all senses. He continued to fill you over and over and over again, the warmth of his length pulsating inside you. His hand grasped your neck, placing his thumb in your mouth. You bit on it to suppress your screams, moaning into him.

“Let me watch you.”

His thumb left your mouth and held your eyes into place with his. That did it. You came all over him, squeezing his cock with your orgasm, groaning louder than you thought possible as tears began to stream down your face. His eyes glued to yours as they rolled into the back of your head. Your slick began to pool beneath you, filling the counter top. You want to move away from your now oversensitive spot, but Jax still secured your hand with his, rubbing your slick with your own fingers into your clit. “Not yet, darlin’.”

Jax pounded harder into you, filling you further with every stroke. You cried out from the fullness, wiggling your ass on the countertop to find relief from the wetness that now surrounded you. With every movement Jax pulled you closer, bringing his cock even deeper into you. The contrast between his thrusts and your hand was too much, your mind became clouded again as his heat filled you. You screamed out, building pressure releasing onto him again as your mound tightened on his cock. You feel him twitch inside your swollen, climaxing cunt, grinding into you more urgently than before. He releases the grip from your hand and uses both to pull your hips into him, pushing deeper as he reaches his finish inside of you. You both collapsed breathlessly into each other, your head laid against his chest.

For a moment you both stayed that way in silence, until Jax leaned down to kiss your forehead. “Hope you’re on the pill.” You looked at him warily, pretending to be shocked. “The pill?” Jax narrowed his eyes at you, feigning from looking terrified.

You giggled into his chest, “I wouldn’t let some murdeous outlaw fuck me without it.”

Jax smiled back at you before lifting you from the counter into his arms, heading towards the bedroom.

“Let’s get cleaned up. I’ve got some murderous outlaws to handle.”

He placed you on the bed, and walked into the bathroom. You heard the shower turn on. “You seem familiar with your surroundings”, you called out to him. Jax peered out from behind the bathroom door, grinning at you. “I had some time to look around.”

You laid there, listening to the water running, sticky and exhausted. You wondered what time it was, glancing at the alarm clock on your bedside table that showed it was 8am. “Fuck”, you muttered to yourself. You had to be back at work by midday. As you stood up to follow him into the shower, a phone began ringing from the kitchen. Jax walked out, your towel on his hips, and kissed you on the forehead. “I’ll join you in a moment darlin’, I gotta answer that.”

You stood in the doorway as Jax disappeared into the kitchen. Maybe you shouldn’t have been eavesdropping, but you figured you’d skipped the niceties by this point.

He picked up the phone from his kutte that hadn’t left the floor, and lifted the flip top, placing it to his ear. “What do you want, Tig.” He lit a half smoked cigarette that laid in the ashtray on the counter.

“No. I resolved the issue, nothin’ more to discuss.”

He was silent for a moment, before sighing, running his hand through his hair. You hadn’t known him for long, but he had the same demeanor as earlier that night, he looked stressed.

“I said it’s done.” His voice suddenly became sharp. He crushed the cigarette into the tray. He began pacing the kitchen, listening intently to whoever was on the other line, as he walked into the hallway between the kitchen and your room. He stopped when he saw you standing in the doorway, staring at you as he spoke, his eyes turning soft.

“Save it for Chapel. Tomorrow at noon.”

———

part three

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#jax teller #sons of anarchy #smut #reads writes #sons of anarchy fic #jax teller fiction #jax teller smut #charlie hunnam #18+ #kitchen smut #tig trager #jax teller x reader #jax teller morrow #fan fiction #soa #samcrow

[lysstories22]

Cherry 🍒

Jeremiah fisher x Fem!reader

Warnings : kissing - Dirty talk - Kinda smut

Summery : Your belly’s cousin and you were staying at cousins with the fishers for a few weeks and you ran into Jeremiah in the kitchen one night..

It was night you were staying at the fishers house for the summer.

It was amazing the late night swims the sunsets everything about cousins was perfect. Especially Jeremiah fisher, he was just so cute and sweet kinda like a golden retriever!

One night I was watching a movie on my laptop in my bedroom the breeze was coming in threw my window and Gilmore girls playing in the back around.

I suddenly had a hankering for cherries. Susannah was really good at keeping every fruit you could think of in the fridge, so I threw on an old hoodie and went downstairs trying to be quiet to not wake anybody.

I opened the fridge and grabbed the box of cherries.

Shit I heard steps coming down the stairs I really hope I didn’t wake anybody.

Shirtless Jeremiah appears in the kitchen, he looks so hot. He leans against the fridge

“What are you doing up at this late?” He says quietly

“Uh I wanted cherries”

“I love cherries..” he says as he’s eyes linger down my body

Oh my god he’s like eye fucking

“You look sexy today” he’d say seductively

“Just shut up and kiss me” I’d say and jump into his arms

He’d push the hair out of my eyes and his hand would slide down and squeeze my ass.

One hand on my ass and his other hand would slide up my hoodie.

“I did say I like cherries” he’d say.

#fem!reader #smut #jeremiah fisher #jeremiah x reader #the summer i turned pretty #cherries #🍒 #kitchen smut

[drghostwrite]

Drown our problems

Okay so this one was fun and interesting to write, it’s fluff that turns into smut. Honestly, there aren’t enough Dr. Maura Isles fics either so here.

Maura Isles x fem!reader

TW: mentions of murder, death, guns, and smut.

Summary: During season 5 when Frost dies and no one is taking it well. Imagine being Maura's girlfriend who just came back from a work trip (profiler with BAU), and you come back to everyone acting weird and you help her deal with it.

******************************************************** You pulled into your and Maura's shared driveway, well her driveway, you had moved in with her three months ago after being together for a year, she insisted that you finally had a more shared space and her place was bigger and was closer to work for you. You didn't see Maura's car parked outside as you walked up to the front door and grabbed your keys, flipping to the house key, you slid it into the lock and turned it hearing the click.

"Maura?" you called out and were met with an empty house, you checked your phone realizing you missed a text.

Hard day, I'll explain later.

You went over and checked the fridge but there wasn't much left so you called in a favor, you were good friends with one of the downtown restaurant owners and so he managed to deliver you some food after closing time, after tipping him well you were ready to just have Maura home. You heard the lock click and the door handle turn, you heard her heels click on the floor as she walked towards you.

"Hey Love I know you said you had a hard day, but I called in a favor and got you some takeout." You heard her set her purse on the chair and lay her coat down throwing her phone on the counter, you looked up but weren't met with the usual cheery or even tired Maura.

No, you were met with red eyes and depressed features, you stepped towards her and tears started to fall. "I...I can't." she didn't make eye contact but you caught her as her legs failed, pulling her into you as she let out a loud sob. You stood there holding her, leaning her against your chest, you held her like that letting her get it out, giving her time to process, letting her be the one to speak first.

"Y/N."she spoke up after a while and calming down a bit.

"Do you wanna talk?"

"No I want you to help me forget."

"What?"

"I want you to make me forget, I can't do this right now."

"Maura, don't you wanna talk about it first?"

"Oh, shut up and kiss me." she looked up into your eyes and placed a kiss on your lips. She turned in your arms and slid her hands under the hem of your shirt hooking a finger into your bra.

"You wanna move this into the bedroom?" you asked pulling back as she placed kisses down your neck.

"God no." She said lifting your shirt over your head. You chuckled and picked her up by her thighs setting her on the counter, she wrapped her legs around you pulling you close. You placed a chaste kiss on her lips and hiked her skirt up her legs, unbuttoning her shirt and unclasping her bra throwing it away. She pulled at your bra as you trailed kisses down her neck, light fingertips ghosting over her hip.

"Please baby," she whined, leaning her head on your shoulder you placed kisses down her neck taking time with each sensitive bud while making sure to leave marks from her neck down her chest.

"Love, you wanted to forget, so I'm gonna make sure you're seeing stars." You hooked your finger into the waistband of her panties sliding them off as she lifted her hips, she spread her legs before you and you could see her glistening. You placed another kiss on her lips, sliding a hand down, and she pressed her forehead into your shoulder dragging nails across your shoulders. "Baby, you're so wet for me," you pushed two fingers in and she threw her head back with a loud moan.

"Maura look at me." she opened her amber eyes looking into your forest greens, pupils blown with lust, lips ghosting over each other, she started breathing heavier getting closer as you pumped your fingers in and out.

“God Y/N I’m gonna….” She let out a loud moan, feeling her clenching around your fingers you coaxed her through her orgasm.

“That was…” she had her head tilted back in ecstasy.

“Oh I’m not done yet baby.” She made eye contact with you and followed as you knelt down in front of her, you ran your tongue up her thigh and then up through her folds, her eye lids fluttered closed you looked up through your eyelashes as her features relaxed before tensing again, her hand ran through your hair she stopped grabbing a handful a pulling you closer. You closed your eyes listening to her moans and feeling her body, your pushed two fingers back in and felt her release again but this time you didn’t stop you kept going pushing her farther and farther. She let out moans that got higher and higher she squeezed her thighs around your head, you shot up pulling her into a kiss, placing a bite to the sweet spot on her neck and rubbing your thumb on her clit, she squirted and you could feel it against your bare skin.

She leaned back as her vision blurred falling forward against you trying to catch her breath.

“Marry me?” She said under her breath.

“What?” You chuckled to yourself as she laid on your chest regulating her breathing.

She sat up looking into your eyes,“Frost died today and never got to experience marriage or kids and I don’t want to live like that.”

“Maura, but…”

“No Y/N I want to live with the person I love and I love you so I want you to marry me, spend the rest of your life with me.”

"Maura..."

"Please, I love you." She looked into your eyes, tears peeking at the corners.

"Yes, I will always say yes, I just want to know if I get to take your last name?"

"Really?" she looked hopeful.

"Baby yes, I want nothing more than to live up to the Isles name and prove to you every day that I love you."

"And our kids, because I want to have lots of kids, I always wanted siblings growing up, and I couldn't have them so I want lots of kids." She looked into your eyes with the biggest smile.

"And our kids, but maybe we should start with a dog before we think about a baby." you looked into each other's eyes and saw the happiness flooding back to her features.

"Oh I can't wait." She squealed excitedly.

"but we don't have rings or a location, God, we have to plan a whole wedding, like with dresses and guests and a reception." She started overthinking and getting to excited.

"Well before we start freaking ourselves out how about we get you off the counter and go get a shower." you laughed pulling her into a heated but flirty/smiling kiss, but before you could say anything the door leading to the courtyard and guest house swung open, with Jane and Angela walking right in with bags of takeout.

"Girls!"

"Ma!" you heard Jane yell at her mother as she walked in on you guys, Maura in her just her skirt no top legs wrapped around you without a shirt in a bra and jeans. what you didn't realize was that you had thrown your shirt across the couch and her underwear was hanging on one of the chairs, and her bra was laying on the floor all in direct line of sight. You both quickly pulled away and snapped around, Maura jumping off the counter and pulling her skirt down, she slid behind you without a bra on trying grab her button up and grabbing the towel off the sink to cover herself. Angela let out a disappointed sigh and Jane snickered, Maura was bright red behind you and you owned your fate as you stood there half-clothed.

"Jeez, next time at least put a sign on the door," Angela said with a laugh.

"Ma, leave them alone it's their house." Jane said laughing seeing her best friend embarrassed as you stood there.

"That's my fault." You covered for her, putting your hand up.

"Hehe," Maura laughed, "At least this will be a good story for the wedding." She said peaking around your shoulder, not having the courage to reach to get her shirt or bra and expose herself.

"Wait wedding?"

"You proposed?"

They asked at the same time.

You laughed, "It was a very heated proposal, but I said yes."

"Well then congratulations!" Angela said Jane gave Maura a joy filled smile coming over to hug her but she stayed behind you.

"While this is great and all Y/N doesn't have a shirt on and I'm currently not trying to show off my boobs to anyone but my future wife so if you'd excuse me." Maura quickly turned and ran down the hallway to change, you grabbed your shirt and pulled it on buttoning the middle buttons, and went on collecting her bra and panties. You grabbed her shirt and followed to your bedroom, walking in you saw her scrambling to find an appropriate outfit. You chuckled shaking your head always on point you thought to yourself. You walked into your shared walk in closet and stopped her running an arm down her shoulder to her hip and pulling her in.

“Y/N I can’t with you.” She let out a small laugh.

“Baby it’s fine, I don’t think they really saw anything.”

“I didn’t have a shirt on and they walked in on us.”

“Yea but you grabbed the trusty towel.” You said motioning to the towel she had hugged to her chest. You leaned forward placing kisses on her lips and slowly pulled the towel away, you started kissing down her neck and sucked on her sweet spot, she let out a small moan and you kept going lower. Ghosting over her breast and playing with the nipple between your fingers. You stood back up pulling her into a kiss and pressing against her wrapping your arms around her.

“I didn’t get to even touch you.” She said with a pouty face.

“Well luckily we both have off tomorrow so we have all night and tomorrow to drown our problems.” You said to her placing one last kiss on her lips and handing her the bra, you stepped back and reached up pulling down one of your oversized plaid shirts and threw it to her.

“I’m gonna go help with the take out, just join when you’re ready.” You gave a dark little smirk and if it weren’t for Jane and Angela being in the house she would’ve jumped you right there in the walk in closet, she watched intently as you walked out adding a little sway to your hips. You quickly changed pace and walked down to the kitchen and turned the corner to find the other two women standing there. You walked up to the fridge and grabbed a wine bottle from the cabinet setting it out and getting glasses.

Jane walked over and gave you a hug while Angela warmed up the takeout you ordered and set what they brought out.

"This is just what we needed, I just wish Frost could be here."

"He was a great man, we would've asked him to be in it."

"I'm sure he would've been honored."

"Just be prepared, Maura is going to ask you which means you get the maid of honor duties." you both laughed as she reentered the room and helped Angela. Maura started cleaning the island counters, trying to erase any evidence of what just took place moments ago.

"Clean that all you want I'll never look at this kitchen the same," Jane complained with a laugh, and her classic Maura I hate that idea look.

"Leave them alone it's their house." Said Angela in a mocking voice.

You all laughed together and spent the rest of your night talking, trying to get through a rough couple of days, and even though it was embarrassing your best friend and "mother-in-law" finding you on the counter it was a small light in a very dark place.

#maura isles #maura isles x reader #kitchen #kitchen smut #rizzoli and isles #rizzoli and isles x reader #angela rizzoli #x yn #x reader smut #engagement #fiance #wedding #wlw

[prurjent]

Yandere Armin

Contains~ Stockholm syndrome, manipulating, gaslighting, fem receivingc male receiving. Slight praising. Kitchen sex.

In honor of my summer break starting}

Backstory ~ y/n was kidnapped by her neighbor Armin Arlert, who developed a crush on her. Due to y/n not noticing Armins feelings, he decided to take away everything she loved till she felt the same.

Over the 4 months y/n was held captive by Armin, he would slowly tease her, but he would not rape her he had morals (ironic) so therefore he gave her sympathy till she fell in love and begged for him.

➳ begin

You sat on the queen size bed in your room staring out the window, looking out onto the ranch. From here you can see the whole farm and all the animals. As you stare out the window you could see Armin in the chicken coop running from the chickens as he had a basket in his hand.

You let out a small laugh to which you slightly regret. It’s been 4 months since armins taken you and he hasn’t even touched you. You gave up on escaping, they all resulted in you begging for Armin to help you.

You were confused it was like he wasn’t stopping you to leave. Every time you got hurt trying to escape you’d cry out and armin would patch you up and cater to you. Even though he kidnapped you it doesn’t even seem as tho, he brings you home cooked meals and gets stuff from the store in the next town for you.

You couldn’t help but start to fall for him, along with him being extremely attractive and good with his words. You picked up your book, it a basically a more complex version to the Disney movie, ‘beauty and the beast’. It was your favorite princess movie.

“You hungry? I made dinner , and I’ll be doing the laundry.” He said before his footsteps faded. You got up and showered before taking your book and going downstairs to see Armin at the table eating his food quietly. You sat at the table and ate while reading. In the book you notice the similarities between the beast and armin both caring people in they own twisted ways.

“Armin” you spoke looking at your half eaten plate, when you heard him hum you continued. “How, come you are being so nice to me?”

Armin raised and eyebrow, “why? Do you want me to be mean to you?”

“No. It’s just that you’re keeping me here-”

Armin leaned forward and wiped his mouth. “I’m not keeping you here.”

“Yes you are”

“No. I’m not” Armin raised his voice a bit. “You can leave whenever you want. I won’t stop you.” He said his blue eyes getting dark. “But it always ends with you crawling back to me and I care for you because I love you.”

“You love me?”

“Yes I love you. Why do you think I brought you here? I brought you here to protect you from the dangers of the world, y/n. There were bad people out there planning to hurt you. If you think about it I saved you.”

You looked up into armins eyes to see he was being sincere. “You were. I’m sorry, For being rude” you spoke.

Armin sighed. “It’s fine just go to your room while I clean up.” He began to get up.

“No let me wash the dishes.” You got up and grabbed his plate. Armin just watched you but didn’t complain as he went upstairs to shower. “Stupid.” You mentally cursed at yourself.

You’re heart was telling you that he was being honest, while your head was telling you he is lying. But when you think more into, Armin was always there when you need him before. When you got fired from your job, and helped you pay your bills and get you a new job. He was there when your fiancé left you for someone new.

He was always there

Without noticing, Armin came back downstairs and placed his hands over yours to stop you from almost cutting yourself while cleaning the knife. “Are you okay?” He asked.

“Yea, I’m fine.” You felt your heart racing, as you looked up to see him with a white towel around his waist water dripping from his hair, and a blonde happy trail. “Uh, Armin.”

Armin cut you off by grabbing your chin and lifting it up, your eyes met and you basically melted looking into his arms. ‘𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢’ those words repeated in your head.

Without hesitate you leaned up and placed your lips onto his, shockinghim slightly before he gripped your waist. You weren’t sure about your feelings yet but you knew one thing. You felt a desire for Armin.

~~~~~~~

“Shit.” Armin moaned out softly as he gripped the counter behind him, his knuckles turning red. His plump bottom lip was enclosed between his teeth as he had his other hand over his eyes, with his head thrown back facing the roof. “Y/n”

You pulled away from armin’s his length twitching in your hand as you palmed him, jerking him. You kneeled forward placing a kiss on his v-line, causing a shiver to run up his back. His hand that was over his face fell down and gripped your hair, shoving his cock back in your mouth. He pushed your head onto him till your nose made contact with his abdomen and you were gagging, tears ran down your face, as you used your free hand to massage his balls.

Armin pulled you off as he looked down and licked his lips at the sight of your saliva connecting from your lips to his tip. Some of your saliva was dripping down the sides of your lips onto your plump breast. “You look so beautiful.” He spoke lifting you up and placing a hand on your cheek and pulling you into a kiss.

Armin lifted you up by the back of your legs setting you on the counter and his hands went under your sundress. “Armin..” you moaned into the kiss

“You know I would never hurt you right?” He spoke as he pulled from kiss looking at you, you nodded and he flashed a pearly white smiled before he leaned down and kissed your neck.

You felt tingles in your stomach, as your body temperature was rising. Armins slender fingers pulled your panties to the side before gliding up your wet clit. You moaned out, your hand flying up and gripped his shoulder. It’s been so long since you’ve lasted been touched.

His long finger slid into you with ease as you buried your face into his shoulder. Your other hand holding you steady on the counter. “Will you let me?”

“What?” You breathed out heavy as he pulled his fingers from your entrance causing you to whine only for him to stick his fingers into your mouth.

“Will you let me, please you.” He asked politely, you nodded as you continued to suck on his fingers, your tongue swirling around, collecting your juices that was lavished on his fingers before he pulled his hand from you and got on his knees.

Armin lifted your right leg up and kissed along your thigh, teasing you. “Armin.” You whined out, wanting more, he smirked at how impatient you were being and flipped your dress up. He blew on your clit causing you to moan before he glided his tongue along your entrance.

Your free hand gripped his hair as he handed his finger into you. Your nails digging in his scalp. Y you felt his fingers pump in and out of you along with his tongue. Armin felt your walls closing down on his fingers. He knew you’d be sensitive since it’s been a while since you had any pleasure. Before you could cum he pulled away.

“Will you leave me, y/n?” He asked in the most innocent voice he could muster. “If you leave, I’ll be alone, and sad, heartbroken.” He whispered placing kisses on your entrance after every word. “Do you want me to be alone?”

You looked at his doe liked blue eyes along with his wet pouty pink lips. You bit your lip as you shook your head no. “Good” he stood up still pumping his fingers in and out of you. He gripped your throat with his free hand, pulling you into a kiss “cum y/n” he ordered squeezing your neck.

As on command your toes curled and your back arched with your legs shaking. As you came on his fingers, “good girl.” He kissed your forehead.

❅part two

#Yandere Armin #anime smut #aot armin #Armin smut #kitchen smut #armin x y/n

[enigmatic-mystery-777]

Haunted

There's a ghost in your apartment, you're sure of it, but you're the only one who seems to realize something is amiss. The longer the haunting goes on without any logical explanation, the worse your emotional state gets.

Taglist: @ellie--eille @geekygumiho @daydreampending @frostysfrenzy @jgem87 @cuillere @riverageleis

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[j-worlds-blog]

We’re gonna get caught!

Lamelo Ball smut 🔥(plz don’t interact unless 16+)

Narrator pov

It was around 5:30 and you and Melo were finishing getting ready to head to his parents house for dinner. You decided on a simple tan body suit with some blue stretchy flare pants and sandals . Melo wore a black T and a red and yellow flannel with some black jeans with some white air forces.

Y/n and Melos pov

L/Damn mamas you sure you don’t wanna stay home?

Y/Lamelo get ya ass in the car and let’s go

L/Come on baby u know u can’t wear those type of pants around me 😩

Y/To bad. We already canceled on your parents the last to times plus Zo and zoey will be there and we haven’t seen Zoey in a long time

L/Fine but when we get home ima tear that ass up

Time skip to house

Melo and y/n arrived at Tina’s and lavars around 6:45. Melo got out the car and opened the door for y/n before they make their way inside. As they enter they can smell the cooking of Tina’s homemade chicken pot pie 😋.

La/Hey son nice to see ya, nice to see you again too sweetie

L/Hey dad, good to see you

Y/Hello Lavar it’s good to see you too, smells Amazing in here. Thank you for having us.

La/of course honey your always welcome here it’s your home too.

L/Is mom in the kitchen?

La/ yeah,I think she might need some help setting up the table

Y/ oh I can help, I don’t mind, y’all might wanna catch up and talk.

La/ Thank you sweetie, if you don’t mind

L/you sure babe? I can do it while you have a seat.

Y/ it’s fine I promise I’ll like to talk to your mom first anyways.

Lavar and Lamelo go seat with Zo and Zoe while you head to the kitchen

Y/ Hi Tina.

T/oh you guys are here! How are you darling?!

Y/ I’m good, just wanted to see if u needed help

T/ oh If you don’t mind to set some plates and forks out?

Y/ of course yeah I’ll get them

T/ thank you sweetie

After everyone sits at the table

Z/ it’s finally nice to have some of the family together

T/ it really is, I’m so glad y/n and Melo could come

Y/of course and thank you guys for cooking your food is always amazing.

T/thank you sweetie I really appreciate it.

La/ how bout we play some games after we eat?

Zoe/ Yeah papa maybe some gold fish!

L/ yea that sound fun. Wish Gelo came over. What’s he doing anyway?

Z/You never know with that fucking dude

La/ well how bout we get cleaned up and I’ll go get the cards set up.

Zoe/ Can I help papa?

La/of course come on.

L/Don’t worry mom we got it, go sit down.

T/ oh are you sure sweetie it’s a lot

Y/ Its ok we got it, go rest some.

After everyone else went to the living room

Y/n and Lamelo were cleaning up the dishes and putting away the food but Melo couldn’t stop starting at y/n, thinking about how good she looked and how her ass looked good in those pants. He got to the point where he couldn’t take it anymore.

Melo went behind y/n as she was doing the dishes and bent her over the sink, watching and making sure his family was still occupied by getting their game ready.

Y/MELO! What are you doing!

L/Shh mamas don’t want no one hearing you do you?

Y/ Melo not here! Your parents and niece are right there!

L/ then I guess you better be quit

Melo started humping up against your ass, feeling all around your body and kissing all over your neck. He stopped to ask if you were ok with him continuing and you nodding. He turned you around and lifted you up on the wet counter. Kissing and biting up and down your neck.

Y/Fuck baby don’t stop

L/mmmh mamas haven’t even done nothing yet

Y/please baby hurry and fuck me!

L/shh be patient

He pulled your pants down and moved your body suit to the side, tugging his own pants down and rubbing his cock he slowly entered your soaking hole.

Fuck baby you feel so good

Oh yes oh fuck please don’t stop

He kept thrusting in your weeping hole while trying to muffle out your moans, he takes one hand and pulls your top down just enough to get one boob out and start sucking on it.

Oh god!! I’m gonna cum baby I can’t!! OH FUCK ahhh

Shh mamas fuck yeah let it go

He picked up his speed as he felt his orgasm coming. He pulled out and spilled himself on your thigh. You quickly cleaned yourself and finished cleaning and walked out to play cards with the family.

I know this was ASS but it’s something 🤧, I’ll probably do another kinda with this plot but different. I’m sorry if you didn’t like it. Please let me know if you did or not! I’m ok with feedback! Thank you for requesting tho! Enjoy 😊 @1800-punchahoe

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[justagirlwholikesadam]

An Affair

Summary: He knew it was wrong.You knew it was wrong too.That didn't stop you guys from being with each other. He wished things were different. He wished he would have met you first and he wished you would have met him first as well.

Charlie Barber x Reader Slight Armitage Hux x Reader

Charlie stuffed his hands in the pockets of his pants as he stared ahead. People sitting in the subway looked at Charlie in the corner of their eyes. Honestly they were a bit scared at the tall man standing in the subway staring into space with a pout. His eyes were glossy with unshed tears.

He felt a warm sensation fill his chest as he remembered you.

He could hear your laughter and your voice in the subway. Three days ago Charlie and you took the same train and were talking about a few shows he was thinking of directing.

He stood in front of you as you leaned against the closed doors of the subway. Both of you ignored the people around you that night. Charlie could taste the wine from your mouth as he kissed you deeply. He moaned softly when you pulled away. Your fingers ran through his dark locks as you kissed him again. He had invited you to a nice Italian restaurant uptown after work. Afterwards you walked with him to Skywalker's Bar. He stood near you and he held you tightly so you wouldn't fall over whenever the subway would hit a bump or make a stop.

The tip of his ears turned pink when he felt you lean against him. Your face pressed against his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist. He smiled and kissed the top of your head. He was happy, you gave him physical contact. Something he was missing, something he was craving for so long.

His memory faded away as the doors opened and new passengers walked inside. Charlie heavily sighs as the train begins to move again. He stared out of the subway window. The skies were dark and the grey clouds were covering over the city matching his mood. He looked away when the subway went underground. He stared at his own reflection for a moment before staring on top of the half rip ads that were marked with graffiti.

He's so tired. So angry.

Charlie ignored the people around him as they passed by him to get off at their stop.

He came home that afternoon after working late in the theater. He was tired and just wanted to sleep on the couch. That's where he was currently sleeping. It's been months since Charlie and Nicole were having problems. Charlie slept on the couch, he wanted Nicole to be more comfortable so he gave her the bed. He made it home and was about to go to the living room when Nicole started to scream her head off at him. It's always the same thing. Apparently he never made time for her or Henry. He stared at her for a moment before screaming at her.

"You left us for two fucking months to go to LA for a show" He yelled pointing a finger at her.

"How dare you say that I don't have any time for my own son." Charlie yelled. It was true, Nicole left for a short tv show months ago. She left Henry with Charlie all by themselves.

The sudden halt of the train caused Charlie to get out of his haze and look out the window.

He was here.

He quickly made his way out of the subway to the staircase that led up to the streets of upstate New York. He walked down the streets as he stuffed his hands in his coat pocket. He sighed happily as he found his lighter. Quickly going to the corner store to buy a pack of Marlboro. He lit a cigarette up at the red light, he inhaled the nicotine deep into his lungs.

"Fuck off." Nicole yelled at him pushing him out of the apartment.

That's when he decided to go to you. He knew he should have called you first. If you were busy then he would just go to a bar and drink his sorrows away but you were the first person he thought of.

You were always the first person he thought of.

Charlie across the street and stopped when he saw you. He threw the bud of his cigarette to the ground and looked ahead at you. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of you.

He knew you had just come out of work. You wore a pair of black jeans with black chelsea boots. The green pea coat he bought you for your birthday was wrapped around you. He saw you raising your laptop bag up to your right shoulder as you opened your mailbox in front of the building complex. He softly frowned at the sight of your wedding ring.

He knew it was wrong.

You knew it was wrong too.

That didn't stop you guys from being with each other. He wished things were different. He wished he would have met you first and he wished you would have met him first as well.

He watched you go inside the building and leaned against the light post on the street corner. He took his phone out of his back pocket and rang you up.

He lit another cigarette as the phone rang.

"Hello, love." He smiled as he heard your voice.

"Hey, hun. How are you?" He said softly, taking a drag.

"I'm alright. Just came home from work. I'm a bit tired. What about you, love? Working late again?" You asked him. He couldn't help but enjoy the warmth feeling fluttering in his stomach as you asked him about his day and his well-being.

"I'm ok." Charlie answered softly. He mentally groaned at his weak response.

"You sure, love?" You asked him. Charlie bit his tongue at your question. He threw his cigarette to the ground and cleared his throat

'You sure, love?' Your question repeats in his mind.

My god, how much he loved that. He loved when you called him love, or baby. Or any nickname you gave him.

"Charlie?" You called out. Charlie shook his head at himself. He gets so into his head when thinking about you.

"Yeah. I just got into a fight with Nicole and she threw me out." He told you.

"Do you want to spend the night? Where's Henry?" You asked him.

"He's spending the weekend with his friend, sleepover." Charlie answered you.

"That's good, love. Do have a place to stay or you want to come.."

"I miss you." Charlie blurted out as he held the phone tightly over his ear. He shivered when the cold breeze ran over him.

He heard you laugh softly and replied. "I miss you too. Armitage isn't here. He left today to Ireland for work."

"That's good." Charlie said with a smile. Your husband wasn't here.

"Where are you?" You asked him. Charlie looked down at his feet at your question.

"Outside." He said shyly. He heard your door open through the phone and the call ended. He looked ahead again and saw you standing outside near the door.

"Hey." You said smiling as you pulled the sleeves of your sweater to your hands, trying your best to stay warm in the cold weather. Charlie gave you a smile and jogged up the steps. He slipped the phone in his coat pocket.

He happily welcomed your hug you gave him. He instantly wraps his arms around you.

"Let's get inside." He said trying to block you from the cold. You nodded and grabbed his hand pulling him inside to your apartment.

"Beer?" You asked him as you walked into the kitchen. You heard him shut the front door of your apartment.

"Yeah." He called out as he took his coat off and hung it next to yours on the coat rack. He looked around and saw your apartment. He didn't know how you made your apartment so homey.

Meow

Charlie looked down and saw Millicent. He smiled at the cat as he bent down. The fluffy orange cat happily purred against Charlie's hand.

"Hey, Mill." Charlie whispered while scratching behind the cat's ear.

"I swear to god, you love that cat more than me." Charlie looked up and saw you leaning against the door frame of the living room with a beer in your hand.

"Definitely not true." Charlie told you as he stood up and walked towards you. He took the beer bottle from your hands and placed it on the coffee table by the couch.

He looked down at you as he walked closer to you.

"Are you ok?" You asked him softly as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

Charlie hummed as he nodded at you. He slips his arms over your shoulders tugging you closer to him.

"Don't lie to me." You told him staring into his warm brown eyes.

You knew when he was lying to you. His eyes were bloodshot, he smelled like cigarettes. Charlie only smoked when he was horribly stressed.

"I'm just tired." He said softly as you rubbed his back. Charlie brought his left hand to your cheek.

"I'm tired. I just wish we could..." He said but stopped when he saw his wedding ring. You knew what he saw. You felt the cold metal band of his ring against your cheek. You pulled away from him and walked to the kitchen.

Charlie frowned when you walked away from him.

"Are you hungry? I'm sure you didn't eat anything today." You called out from the kitchen. You took the cold cuts from the fridge and placed them on the kitchen counter. You stopped and braced yourself over the counter. You looked down at your hands and saw your own wedding ring.

You always ignored the guilt every time you were with Charlie.

'How can something be so wrong, feel so good?!.' You thought to yourself.

Truth be told you love Armitage, you did but you didn't love him like you love with Charlie.

You were young when you married Armitage. You were in love with how much of a gentleman he was, his accent. You adored his red hair and his interests in cats but when he started working for a new company, The First Order. You started seeing less and less of him. His temper was now violent. If there was any bad news at work, a book or a cup would be thrown across the room.

He never hurt you but he yelled at you and you were never the one to stand quiet. You would never let a man speak that way to you. That's when the fights would start. Screaming matches. Objects were being thrown. Doors being slam shut. When the fights would be too much, you would leave him during his rant and go on a walk. You knew you had to do that because if you didn't you were going to jail for killing the ginger man.

You remember the night you met Charlie. It was one of the nights that the fight you had with Armitage was just nasty. Names were being called and the fight ended with you slapping him across the face. You ran to the train station with tears rolling down your face. You needed to get out.

When you got off the subway you were near where you worked. You knew Armitage would never get into the subway due to it being in his word 'unsanitary' so you were safe. You walked down the streets of New York and made your way to the nearest bar.

Skywalker's Bar was written in red font on the banner.

You enter the bar with a frown. You never see a bar so empty on a Friday night. The smell of cigarettes and stale beers filled the bar. Not really wanting to walk more, you decided to stay. You sat on the nearest bar stool.

In the corner of your eye you saw a tall man sitting four bar stool away. You looked ahead and saw your reflection in the mirror that they had hanging in front of the bar, quickly fixing yourself up. You looked away when the bartender made his way towards you.

"What can I get you, darling?" The bartender said with a flirty smile.

You ignored the flirty smile and told him. "Double whiskey. On the rocks."

You noticed the bartender froze at your request. He looked surprised at your choice of drink. You also noticed the tall man glance at you but quickly looked away when you made eye contact with him.

"Coming right up, darling." The bartender told you with a wink.

You looked away and grabbed your phone from your bag. You looked at your phone and saw Armitage had been blowing up your phone non stop.

'I'm sorry. Ok.'

'Pick up the phone. Y/n! Pick up the phone.'

'I'm sorry for what I said. Just come back home.'

You rolled your eyes at his messages. You shut your phone when the bartender brought your drink and left to attend the new people that just came in.

You took a gulp from the drink and let out a small wince as you felt the whiskey burn your throat.

"Rough night?" You heard a deep voice ask.

You looked at your right and saw the tall man looking at you. He was oddly attractive. He had dark locks that stopped at his broad shoulders. His lips were a nice color of pink and large. His nose stood out proud. He wore a dark suit with a white button down shirt. You noticed the top buttons on his white shirt were undone showing his pale skin. You noticed his eyes were a lovely shade of honey. You also noticed his eyes were bloodshot as well.

'Has he been crying too?' You thought to yourself.

"Is it that obvious?" You said as you took another gulp from your glass. The man chuckled as he bought his drink up to his mouth.

He leaned back in his seat and looked at you again.

"Charlie."

You nodded and answered "Y/n."

"Rough night too?" You asked him as you held your glass in your hands.

He took a deep breath loudly and gave you a nod.

"Yeah, you can say that." Charlie said as he looked away from you.

He didn't know what caused him to get this much confidence to talk to you. The moment he saw you entering the bar, he saw you from the mirror ahead of him. You looked beautiful. He saw how flushed your cheeks looked. He definitely noticed your eyes too. He knew you were crying. He's been crying alot too. He saw you take off your jacket and placed it in the stool. His eyes rank up and down your body and quickly looked away as he felt something stirred in his pants.

He saw the curly haired bartender flirting with you and giving you googling eyes but you completely ignored him. He wasn't going to say anything to you until he heard your drink order. Never in his life had he heard a girl order such a drink. He looked over at you and saw you were being serious. He looked away when you glanced at him.

He heard the bartender call you darling and walk away to make your drink. In the corner of his eyes he saw when you grabbed your phone from your shoulder bag. He heard you sighed as you scrolled through your phone.

He took a sip from drink and looked towards you.

'Fuck it' he thought to himself.

He wanted to make conversation with you. He honestly never made small talk with any woman since he was married. He always works at the theater and when he was at the bar, it was always with his coworkers and Nicole. This was the first time in years he was at a bar by himself.

When he asked you 'Rough Night?' He wanted to smack himself in the face for such a short sentence. He was surprised when you answered back at him.

Just like that the conversation started between you and him. Around midnight and five whisky doubles both of you sat next to each other and talked. He told you that he was a theater director and lived just a few blocks away from the bar. Both of you found it easy to talk amongst each other. When the topic came up about relationship. Both of you stood quiet because both of you saw each other's wedding ring. You saw his silver band on his left hand just as he saw yours. He couldn't stop staring at it every time you grabbed the glass cup with your left hand.

"Where's your husband?" Charlie asked you quietly after the bartender left another pair of drinks on the counter. You drowned the drink you had in your hand quickly.

"Home." You told him looking over at him as you placed the empty glass on the bar.

"Your wife?" You asked him.

"Home too." He said and took a drink.

"Kicked me out. Not the first time, she has done it." He told you as he placed the drink on the counter next to yours.

"I walked out. Not the first time as well but I slapped him for the first time ever." Charlie raised his eyebrows at you and nodded. You bit your bottom lip as you felt your cheeks blushed around. You were a bit embarrassed that you told Charlie that. You knew it was the liquor making you talk.

"Did he deserve it?" He asked you.

"Yes." You answered quickly with a sigh.

"He called me a fucking cunt." You told him as you stared down at the amber drink from the new glass you got. Charlie cleared his throat as he frowned at your words. He could see your eyes staring sadly down at your drink.

"He absolutely deserves it then." You looked over at Charlie when he spoke. You smiled at his response. He gave you a smile and you just couldn't help smile wider at the sight of his dimples.

That night was the first time you cheated on your husband as well for Charlie. He told you later that night that he almost slept with one of his coworker but he just couldn't do it. Charlie got a hotel room that night after the curly bartender yelled out last call. Both of you were extremely drunk and it happened when both of you stepped outside. You shriek as you felt the cold New York air.

"Shit!" Charlie yelled buttoning his coat as he shivered next to you. He immediately tugged you closer to him and without a thought you wrapped your arms around him. He looked down at you for a moment. His cock twitched at the sight of you licking your lips. He was staring at your lips the whole night. He was quite jealous at the whiskey that touched your lips all night. The tip of your nose was pink. Your cheeks were a bit red from the harsh cold winds. He leaned down and kissed you in front of the bar. When he pulled away, Charlie was about to apologize but you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him for another kiss. The night ended with both of you moaning and panting against each other. Charlie woke up alone the next morning, he saw a handwritten note you placed on the nightstand.

Thank you for the drinks. In the corner of the paper, he saw your number.

It was a few days later when Charlie decided to call you. The memory of you smiling and laughing filled his mind during work and on his way home. He had to admit you absolutely bewitched him. He hasn't felt this feeling in so long. You were so different, so refreshing.

He called you and asked you out for dinner. You accepted it and met him later that day. Night ended with the same hotel room.

A year has passed and honestly it's been the best. Both of you didn't say anything about feelings for a while. It was mostly both you hanging out and sleeping with each other but Charlie fell head over heels for you. Coffee dates, dinner dates, and long walks in Central park. Reading a few plays that Charlie was thinking about working with. Charlie had even gone far to introduce you to his friends at the theater but of course he told them that you were just friends. You did the same when you were invited to a dinner at work. Charlie watched you as you talked among your friends and coworkers. He watched with awed as you laughed and talked. He liked that you always got him into the conversation with your friends and coworkers. You didn't make him feel like an outcast. You never made him feel like he was doing something wrong or if he was falling short. The moment he knew that he loved you, truly loved you was when you gave him a small present. Charlie stared at the Spiderman wrapping paper in his hand. His eyes widened when he saw Henry's name on the corner of the gift.

"I remembered you told me he likes Spiderman and that his birthday is this weekend. Just a little something for him." You told him and he could see you were a bit nervous it made him smile.

Charlie told you about Henry when you first met him. He had shown you the small pictures he had in his wallet. Henry's school pictures and school trips were safely kept in his leather wallet.

"Thank you. He's gonna love it." Charlie said giving you a kiss.

One of the things Charlie didn't regret was his son. He loves his son. When he saw the gift you got for his son. His heart soared. You meet Henry later that weekend. You smiled at the boy who held his Spiderman action figure in one hand and the other he was holding a small plate of ice cream cake. Charlie told you that Henry saved you a piece and wanted to give it to you himself.

When Henry entered your apartment, he fell in love with the big, fluffy orange cat. Millicent happily rolled over on her back and let the little boy rub her belly. Charlie watched you with a smile as you kneeled down next to Henry. You looked up and saw Charlie with watery eyes.

"Have you heard anything of her?" You whispered to him when you got up.

"She called for his birthday. Two months is almost gone. She said she'll be coming back next week." Charlie said as he looked at his son then at you. You felt him grab your hand pulling you near him.

"Who's that?" Henry said, pointing at a picture hanging from the wall above the couch. Charlie looked at the picture and frowned.

You pulled away from Charlie and followed Henry who walked towards it and looked at it with wide eyes.

"That's my husband, Armitage. The picture was taken the day of our wedding." You told Henry.

Charlie listened as Henry asked you more about your husband. He was a bit jealous as he saw the pictures that Henry pointed out in the apartment. His brown eyes stared at the pictures of you with Armitage. Some were of him hugging you, others were you at a dinner with Armitage. He looked at your wedding picture and just for a second he imagined himself in Armitage place.

The day that you told Charlie that Armitage was a bit violent. He wanted to kill him and he was so upset about how so nonchalant you said. You told him while Charlie was cuddling with you, naked bodies against each other. Charlie stopped kissing your shoulder when he heard you and sat up to look at you.

You never seen Charlie so serious before. He came closer to you and asked you if Armitage had ever hit you. You shook your head and Charlie stood silent. Charlie told you that night about his parents and how his childhood was filled with the abuse of alcohol and screaming. You could imagine young Charlie Barber under his bedsheet at night covering his ears as his parents yelled in the other room. Both of you held each other close that night.

Charlie followed you to the kitchen and saw you leaning over the counter. He walked behind you and hugged you close to his chest. You instantly held his arms that rested in front of you.

"I've been thinking a lot." He told you.

"That's never a good thing." You joked trying to ease your anxiety that was caused by his words. You dreaded what was going to happen next. The first thing that popped in your head was that he wanted to end things. Maybe he got tired of you.

Charlie laughs as he tugs you closer to his chest.

"I'm thinking about divorcing Nicole."

You froze at his words. When Charlie didn't get a response from you. He turned you around to face him. He looks down at you with a worried face.

"I don't love her anymore. I haven't loved her for a year. I'm not happy with her. I'm not happy." He said softly.

You placed your hands on his chest.

"Please say something." Charlie begged.

"You should do whatever makes you happy." You tell him as he tugs on the belt hoops of your jeans. He nods and tells you.

"I want to be with you. You make me happy." You smile at him.

"I want to be with you too." You tell him truthfully.

"Divorce Armitage, Y/n. I know you don't love him. Be with me. Tell me you don't love him." Charlie tells you. You were thinking about it for months, divorcing Armitage. Charlie telling you this was the push you needed to make it happen.

"I don't love him." You said.

You nod at him. "Ok. I'll do it. We can be together."

Charlie smiles widely. "Together. I want to show you off. Bring you everywhere."

"Is that so?" You ask with a smirk.

"Yes, kitten." Charlie whispered as he leaned down to kiss you.

You grin against his lips wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him to you.

Kissing Charlie was something you never experienced. He gave so much. He kissed you like it would be his last kiss.

You giggled when Charlie picks you and places you on the kitchen counter. He pulls away from you and parts your legs so he gets in between.

"Say it." He whispers to you leaning his forehead against yours. You push his hair from his face as he holds you.

"I'm yours. All yours." His eyes lit up at your words.

Your hands find their way to his shirt. Unbutton them, wanting to feel him. He bits his bottom lip as he feels your nails run up and down his bare chest leaving light red marks. He kisses your neck as you unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.

"Mine." You whispered as you held his hard thick cock in your hands. He groans as you jerk him off gently.

"Yours, Kitten." He said out of breath as you jerked him off. His cock was hot, you rub your thumb over the head of his cock with his precum.

"I want to do something." He tells you, making you look up at him.

He stood up straight and took a deep breath. He looks down at his hands and takes his wedding ring off. He places it on the counter next to you. You watch the look of relief wash over him.

He was free. Not physically yet, or on paper but he is emotionally and mentally free now. He was free from the guilt and drama because he was going to be with you now.

You take your hand away from him and do the same. Charlie lets out a wide smile when you drop your rings next to his. You both share a look and let out a laugh.

Both of you are free now.

He leans down to kiss you again. Both of you mumbled the future together as you continued to jerk him off. You told him how you were going to leave your husband. He told you how he would do the same with Nicole. He promised you a new life. A happy life. He carries you to the kitchen table. Quickly removing your sweater, you leaned down backwards pushing the place mat off the table. You feel Charlie's hand taking your jeans off frantically. He throws them over his shoulders and pulls you closer to him. He pushes his pants down to his ankles not even bothering to take it off.

His eyes stare at your breasts, the lacy bra holding your breasts up together. He couldn't help out but lean down to pop one of them out. He latches on to your breasts. He groans against your chest, he pulls your breasts out of the bra. He moans against your hardened nipples when he pushes your panties to the side and feels your wet cunt.

"So wet, kitten." He mumbles against your nipples then kisses your cheeks to your neck. You moan as he bites your neck softly as he thrust two fingers into you.

"Kitten, I need you now. Please. Please." He whines as he fucks you with his fingers.

You lean backward and spread your legs to him. His thumb circling your throbbing clit as he looked up and down at you.

"Give it to me." You tell him.

Before he can say anything you pull him down for another kiss. He grabs your thighs to pull you closer to the edge of the table. You let out a moan as you feel the head of his cock part your wet lips.

He throws his head back as he splits you in half.

"Always so fucking tight." He groans as he thrusts hard, burying himself fully inside of you.

"Always tight for me, kitten."

"Yes." You moaned at him looking up at him.

Charlie's gives you a few lazy thrust into you. He couldn't help but stare down as he watched his cock thrust into your cunt. You were so wet. You clit stood out as he fucked you. He loves how you pussy held on him as he fucks you. He loves how you were always wet for him.

"Faster baby." He hears you cry out.

Charlie doesn't give you any warning. He just started to pound into you relentlessly. He pulled you closer to him making you moan loudly. The wooden kitchen table screeched and wobbled by Charlie's hard thrusts.

"Fuck kitten!" He yells as he rams into you. You cry out as you feel his nails cutting into your hips as he holds you into place. His tights hitting the back of your legs. You gripped with one hand on the side of the table trying to hold on.

Charlie grunts as one of his hands lets go of your hip. You immediately feel his large fingers rubbing your clit as he pounded into you. You are so close to cumming, moaning as your pussy tightens around his thick cock. You look up to see Charlie looking down at you with his lips parted slightly. He's breathing heavily, his eyes were dark.

Your legs were practically shaking as he continued to pound into you. You wonder how the hell the table hasn't broken yet.

The sound of your sopping pussy and skin slapping against each other echoed throughout the kitchen. Charlie growls with a hard thrust. You can feel his balls hitting against your ass as he fucks you.

You were about to come. The feeling of his fat cock deep inside of you and his thick fingers rubbing your clit was too much, too good. Charlie moans at you loudly as he feels your pussy clenched down on his cock. Both of you didn't hear the front door open. You didn't hear the sound of Millicent's collar bell jiggling as she ran to the front door. You certainly didn't hear the footsteps coming to the kitchen.

"Y/n!"

You were looking up at Charlie and frowned when you heard a familiar scottish accent. You let out a gasp when you looked over and saw Armitage on the doorway of the kitchen. You let out a soft moan still looking at Armitage. You felt Charlie's dick ram deep inside of you. Your legs shook as you were being filled by his cum.

Charlie grunted loudly as he slammed his hand down to the table. Charlie throws his head back and pulls you closer to him by your hips.

"Kitten." He groans as he fills you up and looks down at you. His sweaty brows knitted together when he saw you were looking to the right side of the kitchen. You looked scared. He followed your graze and saw your husband.

Armitage saw the tall man between your legs then looked at you. He saw how red your cheeks were. You were almost completely naked on the table with your legs wrapped around him. Your breasts were over your bra, Armitage can see the hickeys starting to form on your breasts and neck. Armitage looked back at the man who was between your legs gripping your hips and the table. His shirt was open, pants down to his ankles.

You didn't know what to do. All you can feel and think at the moment was Charlie's hot thick cum dripping out of you when he pulled out. Charlie stood up straight and pulled you to his chest wrapping an arm around you to cover you. You can feel his chest tense up while he was catching his breath. Charlie stared hard at Armitage as he held you.

#charlie barber #charlie barber smut #charlie barber x reader #armitage hux #nicole barber #Marriage Story #cheating #smut #kitchen smut #we cheating

[i-am-not-your-little-princess]

Julieta. Agustín.

Kitchen Sex.

#that's it #thats the post #encanto #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #julieta x agustin #encanto fandom #julistin #smutty smut #smutty smut smut #kitchen smut #i have issues

[becca-e-barnes]

thinking about mating press with beefy!bucky. all that weight on top of you, knowing for certain he’s about to breed you?? ughhh

Oh God yes, the thought of this makes me fucking purr 🤤

Just the thought of his thick, slightly curved cock sliding as deep inside as you can take. The feeling of his tip rubbing against your cervix before he withdraws, pulling almost entirely out of you before he glides back in again.

"Good girl, 'm so proud of you. Cum nice and hard for me, I've got you. You're safe." He holds you so close, letting you sob your pleasure against his neck while he works you through another orgasm. It's tender and romantic and loving and you're beyond aware that this man makes you insanely wet.

Your thighs are still trembling as you come down from your high. Each thrust now feels like it's almost too much but with the way Bucky's groaning, he might not be able to keep it up for much longer.

"Fuck, you feel like Heaven. This pretty little pussy was made for me. Made to be mine." His thrusts are punishing but it's an addictive feeling. "I'm going to fill you. I'm not going to pull out. Going to give you a baby."

You're almost surprised how badly you want that but it's very hard to find the words to tell him; not when his thrusts are beginning to stutter and his high seems to get closer and closer.

"I'm going to fuck a baby into you." His hand holds your chin, making sure he can see your eyes. The evidence of pleasure written all over his face might've been enough to convince you that you could handle another orgasm but you'll still not quite sure that's a good idea.

Within a few more seconds, his cock is throbbing inside you, shooting stripes of hot, thick cum right against your cervix. He looks entirely content with his decision, pressing as deep as he can so you can feel him pulse and twitch.

There's not much you need to say to each other for a few seconds. Instead, it's nice to just listen to you both trying to catch your breath while your partner floods your waiting, fluttering sex with his cum.

#asks answered <3 #becca writes spice #beefy!bucky #beefy!bucky smut #the sleepies have hit me hard this week #I had a really productive day today though #Washed and dried all my new tableware and assigned it a cupboard to live in #Had a lovely afternoon just listening to some Hozier and getting my kitchen looking nice #I've had this one really filthy thought that I might just have to find the time to write this week

[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

Kinkmas (4)- Cookies And Cream

Wanda X Reader 18+

Summary:  Whilst attempting to bake festive cookies with Wanda, the two of you end up getting a little 'distracted.'

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings/Tags: Fluff, Christmas Cookies, Baking, Smut, Dom Wanda/Sub Reader, Fingering, Magic Strap on, Spanking, Multiple Orgasms, Kitchen Sex, Hair-pulling, Brief Choking, Creampie, Dirty Talk, Rough Sex

Kinkmas Masterlist

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A soft hum left your lips as your body subconsciously swayed to the tune of the Christmas music softly spilling from the speaker, your hands carefully placing the tray of cookies into the oven ready to bake, your smile stretching at the festive shapes of them. Your personal favourite was the Christmas tree shaped ones, your mind running wild with ideas of how to decorate them, hands instinctively opening the cupboards to grab the ingredients needed to decorate the various styles of sugar cookies.

Wanda had helped you use the range of cookie cutters, the two of you having fun with trying all of them out, the tray swiftly filling with bare snowmen, stars, Christmas trees, Santa hats and more, smiles engraved onto your faces the entire time you were together.

As you were opening the bag of icing sugar to make the various colours to decorate with, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to her body as her head rested against your shoulder, watching your hands measure out the appropriate amounts for each bowel.

"Hey Detka," Wanda murmurs after returning, having taken off her thick jumper which leaves her in a simple black tank top and the matching pair of pyjama pants you convinced her to wear, your gaze briefly wandering down to where her bare arms were snaked around you.

"Hey love," you whisper back, tilting your head to the side for a kiss, pecking her lips innocently before returning to the task at hand, silently relishing in the comfort her body provided. Her body stayed glued to yours as she watched you make the first bowl of vibrantly coloured icing, you relaxing against her embrace momentarily as her hands slid under your shirt, caressing the skin in an affectionate and tender manner, fingers gently drawing idle circles against your warm body.. "Does my sous chef want to help again?" you murmur after a while playfully, lolling your head back against her in demand of another kiss, craving another after all the 'hard' work you put in to make the dish filled with green icing.

She smiles and chuckles softly against your lips, her arms that were snaked around you slipping away as she moves to stand opposite you at the kitchen island, her eyes sparkling with mischief. You want to be disappointed at the lack of physical touch as she moves away, bringing with her the items needed to help you make the frosting for the cookies she was eagerly waiting to taste, but the look in her eyes distracts you.

"Sous chef?" she asks humorously, both of you knowing exactly who the true chef was between you. "Are you sure about that, Detka?" Her tone amused as she slides a spoon out of a drawer, ready to mix in the milk and vanilla extract into the powdered sugar, your smile engraved on your face as you can't help but stare at her adoringly.

You hum in response, biting down on your lower lip to try and suppress your smile, Wanda letting out another angelic laugh as she shakes her head at your antics.

The room is then encased in the festive spirit once again as the two of you work silently, enjoying the tranquil atmosphere as Christmas songs fill the air. Your eyes occasionally meet, her green softening at your loving gaze as you watch her make the bright red coloured portion of icing, the white gradually turning the desired colour as the colouring is swirled into it. Your gaze however swiftly flickers over to her arms as she stirs the spoon in the thick substance, forearms flexing slightly as she drags the spoon through it, the vein in her hand protruding slightly causing a series of sinful thoughts to briefly flicker across your mind. God her arms were sexy.

You managed to keep your thoughts at bay to a certain extent, the smirk playing on Wanda's lips implying she'd still heard them, but you didn't notice that as your gaze travelled higher up her toned arms, watching how the muscles moved subtly. Your attention was only diverted away when she moved to cross her arms over her chest, consequently pushing her breasts up, your gaze briefly flicking to them before meeting her gaze with a sheepish look, her brow raising at your red cheeks.

"Enjoying the show?" she teases, chuckling softly as you return to making another colour of icing by adding the orange food colouring for the snowmen's noses, acting coy.

"I always do," your tone soft as you meet her gaze again, the green enticing you in and luring you into staring at them forever. You'd always watch Wanda make the dinner for the two of you, usually sitting on the countertop as she explained the dish, occasionally teasing you about your lack of cooking skills to which you'd always laugh at.

The gaze lingers as you continue to get lost in the eyes you love so much, a wave of arousal flooding through you when you notice them darken, an idea entering your girlfriend's mind as your legs squeeze together as she looks like she wants to absolutely ruin you. When her mouth parts slightly, you expect her to tell you what to do, to order you onto your knees or bend over the island, but instead she merely teases you, wanting you to be desperate before giving into your fantasies.

You watch with lust filled eyes as she swipes her finger into some of the white icing left, the sweet treat slowly dripping down her finger as she raises it to her lips, effortlessly sliding it into her mouth and moaning softly at the taste. Her eyes stay trained on you as her cheeks hollow slightly, tongue swirling around her finger to lick it clean, your own mouth parting at the sinful sight of her.

"Mhmm delicious," she hums out innocently, swiping another bit of the icing and repeating the action, your legs squeezing together harder at her sultry look. "Although," she starts, smirking a little as she pushes herself away from her position at the island, walking around it at a leisurely pace, revelling in how you watch every movement, every sway of her hips in an mesmerised manner, "I know something else that tastes even better." Her arms wrap back around your body, her mouth purring the words into your ear making you groan at her suggestive words, a surprised noise leaving you when you feel the strap on now placed between her legs, red tendrils of magic dissipating into the air after she conjured it.

"Wanda," you sigh out, pushing your body back against her and the toy, a low groan escaping her, the noise going straight between your thighs. "Fuck, is it...?'' Your words trail off as she grinds her hips into you, softly moaning at the shell of your ear as she can feel everything through the toy, her powers enabling her.

"Yeah," she husks out, her hands sliding down your body, caressing the skin at your waist softly before pulling your body back against hers, your hands gripping onto the edge of the marble countertop for support. "I can't wait to fill you up Detka," she rasps out, kissing your neck lewdly as you give into her, the incessant throb between your legs too much to handle.

"Please," you sigh out, lolling your head back against her shoulders, eyes peering up into hers submissively, "I need you inside me." Her lips instantly pressed against yours at the way you practically whimpered your words, her resolve quickly crumbling as she was just as desperate as you were at this point, her firm hands squeezing your curves as her hips pushed harder against you, pinning your body between her and the countertop.

"You want me that bad Detka?" She chuckles out lowly, teeth scraping the side of your neck, warm mouth pressing against your skin, the touch sending arousal straight through you, your hips pushing back against her to emphasise your want for her. You can feel her lips pull into a smirk as your actions, one of her hands sliding up your body to rest against the underside of your jaw, guiding your head back so she could ghost her lips against yours. "Tell me what you want," her tone dropping an octave, accent wrapping around the words and adding a gentle rasp as her green are utterly consumed by lust and desire.

"Fuck me," you sigh out, "Please," eyes fluttering close as her lips brush over yours, not quite pressing hard enough to give you the satisfaction of feeling them passionately moving against yours. "Bend me over and show me I'm yours," your tone a mere whisper, her mouth crashing to yours as she swallows the soft whimper that escapes you at the intensity of the kiss, tongue sliding into your mouth while her hands move to your pyjama pants, effortlessly sliding them down your legs.

With every touch, you felt your body burn at the sensation, heat building swiftly at the pit of your lower abdomen as her fingers slid your panties to the side, wasting no time in thrusting a finger into you, wanting to stretch you out.

The moan that escapes you is nothing but sinful, the pathetic noise eagerly swallowed by her mouth as she works her digit inside you, curling it perfectly against your sweet spot and causing pleasure to spark through you, your mind struggling to focus on anything but her.

Your knuckles bleed white with how hard you were gripping the countertop for support, hips trying their best to rock against her hands as she groans into your mouth at the way you already clench around her desperately, your mouth parting, lips lingering against hers but not kissing as a groan is torn out of you, her smirking against you at the noise. Her lips trail along your jaw as you struggle to kiss her back, her thumb reaching around your body to circle your clit a few times, your hips bucking against her as your legs try to squeeze around her hand, her other one easily parting your legs.

"Please," you moan out when she slides in another finger, thrusting them together inside you a few times before her free hand moves to between your shoulder blades, pushing your body forwards against the countertop.

Her magic slides everything nearby on the table out of the way, the red fading in the air as you're bent over the marble island like you wanted, hands reaching across to the other end as you knew you were going to need to grip onto something.

"I hope you know that I'm not going to be gentle," her tone is soft as one of her hands gathers your hair into a makeshift ponytail, her eyes shamelessly raking over your body all ready for her.

"That better be a promise," you chuckle out, her hand tugging on your hair to drag your head backwards slightly, her other hands positioning the toy at your entrance.

A shaky breath leaves her as she feels how wet and aroused you were with the tip of the toy, the warmth and wetness fogging her mind as she teasingly grinds the toy against you another few times, waiting for you to plead with her.

"Wanda, please- Fuck," your words are cut short as she thrusts the toy into you with a powerful snap of her hips, a low groan escaping her at the feeling of you so tightly wrapped around her, her hips flush against yours as she savours the pleasurable feeling. A moan leaves you as she fills you up completely, fingers pressing hard against the countertop as she pulls her hips back until only the tip of the toy remains in you, a small, low curse leaving her lips before she thrusts it back in, both of you moaning once again.

The room quickly fills with the lewd sounds of your moans, pants and the sound of the toy repeatedly being drilled into you, her pace merciless and rough as promised, her hands gripping your waist tightly as she pounds into you in the middle of the kitchen.

"Shit," her tone low as her eyes can't tear away from the sight of her cock being swallowed by your cunt. "You're taking me so well Detka," she pants out, her hands guiding your hips into a slightly different position, the toy reaching even deeper inside you and hitting your sweet spot with every single thrust.

"Fuck," you practically scream, clenching around her hard and making her buck her hips into you roughly, a desperate noise being dragged out of her. "Just like that, shit, harder," you beg, her hand pulling on your hair harder as she somehow increases the force behind her thrusts, a broken noise escaping you at the pleasure that floods through your body.

Unable to stop herself, her free hand spanks you roughly, knowing just how you like it earning another loud noise to reverberate around the room, your eyes squeezed shut at the overwhelming feeling of pleasure consuming you.

"Please, again," you whimper, her hand roughly colliding with your other cheek, a red mark forming where her hand had just spanked, her dominance somehow making you even wetter at the mix of pain and pleasure.

The combination of her brutal thrusts and her harsh spanks clouds your mind, body acting on its own as you try to push your hips back in time with her movements, a string of moans and chants of her name spilling from your lips, your orgasm rapidly approaching.

"I'm so close," you pant out, another spank sounding around the room, your body jerking at the sensation, a whimper falling from your lips. "Please," her hips continue to snap into you, her hand still tugging on your hair, the other moving to hold onto your hips as she can tell you're struggling to support yourself, pleasure being the only thing your brain is comprehending.

"Come for me," she husks out, a guttural noise leaving you as you clench desperately around the toy, walls spasming around her as waves of pleasure and euphoria crash through your body. You fall over the edge into a powerful orgasm, body trembling in her grasp as she slows her thrusts down, a moan escaping her as she tries not to come in you just yet, her hips gently rolling into you. "Fuck," she curses, voice a mere pant as she feels you clench around her again, a small whine leaving you when she pulls out suddenly, hands moving your body.

A thrill is sent through your body when she manhandles you into a new position, having you sit on the edge of the countertop with your legs spread, eyes blown with lust as you watch her hungrily while she positions the toy back at your entrance.

"You feel so fucking good," she husks out against you, tilting her head to meet your lips messily, the kiss a clash of teeth and tongue as you passionately steal each other's breath away. You moan lewdly into her mouth as she thrusts her hips into you again, filling you up perfectly making your hands grip onto her shoulders, nails digging in. "All mine," she mutters, biting down on your lower lip and dragging it down, eventually releasing it before letting her tongue sooth over the dull pain, a whimper leaving you at the action and the feeling of the toy pumping in and out of you.

"Yours," you moan out, her lips relentless against yours, hips incessant as she chases her own release, driving you towards your second simultaneously. One of her hands goes to brace her body above yours, resting on the countertop, the other moves to your throat, fingers resting against the underside of your jaw as she directs you to look into her eyes, a new wave of arousal and heat flooding through you.

"You want me to fill you up, Detka?" She purrs, her rhythm starting to falter a little, speeding up as she nears her release, an affected sigh leaving you as the mere thought of her coming in you has your head spinning.

"Yes," you immediately reply, "Please do, please come in me," your tone laced with desperation and submission as she groans, crashing her lips to yours as your body nears your own release, ready to fall over the edge with her.

"Fuck, I'm coming," she groans, hips stuttering into you as thick spurts of cum fill you up, her hips pressing further into you as her body towers over you, pushing you harder against the island as a string of moans leave her. A moan spills from your lips at the euphoric feeling of her emptying inside you, thrusting gently into you as you follow her and crash into your orgasm, pleasure taking over all your senses as she hides her face at the crook of your neck, panting against your warm skin.

Ragged breaths take over the room as you relax against each other, one of your arms loosely wrapped around her shoulders while the other goes to her hair, fingers softly scratching her scalp, her lips tugging up into a small smile against your skin. Her arms have snaked around your body, pulling you close for a soft embrace as you both try to recover after your powerful orgasms, your head leaning against the side of hers as you remain locked in a state of bliss. Your eyes gradually flutter open, flickering away from the ruffled hair by your head to the clock on the wall, eyes instantly widening.

"Shit," your tone immediately grabbing Wanda's attention, head pulling away from the safety of your neck, "The cookies," the panic in your tone and wide eyes instantly causes Wanda to laugh softly, the angelic noise making your brows furrow as she simply kisses your forehead, chuckling as she lingers at the spot.

"I turned the oven off earlier Detka," she reassures, your eyes having missed the red tendril that ensured the cookies didn't burn while the two of you were preoccupied, relief flooding through you as you were rather excited to try them.

"Oh," you mumble a little shyly, her lips pecking your lips once more, the two of you inevitably smiling against each other, an idea popping into your mind as she still remains inside you, "Well..." You trail off, Wanda's brow raising at your tone, "As the oven is still off, we might as well have a round three."

Another chuckle leaves her as she shakes her head at your antics, kissing you softly and answering your question as she lifts you off the island, carrying you towards the sofa and pinning your body between her and the cushions.

"We might as well," she mumbles playfully, starting to thrust her hips back into you, moans filling the room once again as you lose yourself within each other once again.

The cookies were going to have to wait until later. 

#wanda x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel fanfiction #eventual smut #wanda fanfic #wanda x you #mommy wanda #wanda maximoff fanfiction #smut #wanda maximoff x female reader #creamp!e #christmas cookies #kitchen smut #12 days of kinkmas #kinkmas #fluff

[thesargasmicgoddess]

Update on the current state of my PhD hoe life...

Sprinkles and iced tea for a topless/bottomless lunch sounds about right for the mental capacity I have right now 🤣🤣

#my brain hurts #me #sargasmicgoddess #my kitchen #work life school hoe parent research sexpot balance is a myth 🤣 #hello random non-art quality smut 🤣 #phd hoe chronicles

[squoxle]

On the kitchen counter, in the school storage unit, I don’t care

I think I like it in the kitchen😏...

🖤 𝐹𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝑀𝑒 𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒜 𝒮𝓁𝓊𝓉 ~ 𝒮𝓊𝓃𝑔𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝒻𝒻 𝟣𝟪+

📷pairing: Sunghoon!procrastinator!bf x Reader!afab | 📷wc:1.4k | 📷summary: Your boyfriend, Sunghoon, procrastinated with completing a video assignment for school, but when you came over to help him you ended up making a different type of video |📷cw: unprotected sex, pussy eating, voyeurism/exhibitionism, spitting, dirty talk, pet names [slut, princess, whore, etc.], masturbation, choking, oral m. and fm. receiving (basically, porn with a plot)

“I can’t believe you waited until the last fucking minute to do this,” you sighed as you walked through the door, greeting your procrastinator of a boyfriend. "This video assignment is due tomorrow and you haven't even started."

“I didn’t feel like doing it though,” Sunghoon said, running his fingers through his hair as he trailed behind you.

“So you just waited for me?”

“Is that a problem?”

“Uhhh yeah,” you replied as you slid your puffy coat off of your shoulders.

“You didn’t have a problem when I waited for you the other day,” he smirked as you thought back to the events that transpired a few days ago.

“That was different,” you spat, trying your best to hold back the smile.

“Was it? Because I do remember you saying something along the lines of ‘wait! I’m not ready to c—“ you cut him off with a playful push to his arm.

“Just go get the damn camera,” you said as you swiveled yourself into one of the metal barstools. Even though you were wearing jeans, you could still feel the cold steel against your thighs.

Sunghoon chuckled to himself before walking off to grab the camera from his room. You distracted yourself with random thoughts while you waited for your boyfriend to return.

You gasped as you felt Sunghoon’s lips against your cheek. He gently pecked your face as he reached a hand down to grip your thigh.

“Smile princess,” he said, using his free hand to hold the camera at an angle that caught the actions going on between the two of you.

You rolled your eyes as he placed the camera on the counter.

“Hoon, we need to focus,” you giggled as he spun you around to face him.

“I am focusing.”

“On your project.”

“Hmm, fine,” he pouted before leaning in to kiss your lips.

After a few failed attempts at the video’s introduction, Sunghoon was just about ready to give up.

“Hoon, come on. This is due tomorrow. We need to get some footage or else we’ll have nothing to edit. Therefore, nothing to present. No video, equal nothing to turn in and that’s gonna be a zero,” you sighed in an attempt to encourage your boyfriend to at least make something.

“I don’t even fucking care anymore. So what if I get a zero. One zero won’t fuck my grades up that much,” he shrugged.

“That’s not the point,” you said as he plopped down in a chair. “How about I do it with you? Would that make it easier?”

“Hmm…maybe,” he sighed, tilting his head back. “But I really just don’t want to do it. I’d rather be doing something else,” he smirked.

“Sunghoon. Focus,” you spat. “Now come on, get over here before I change my mind,” you adjusted the tripod and lenses to get a shot of you and Sunghoon in frame.

“Fine~” he hummed, jerking his body out of the seat before walking over to you. “Is it recording?”

“What do you think?” You asked sarcastically.

“What do you think,” he mocked you as he noticed the red light. "Can you start it? Just for the practice run," you slightly rolled your eyes at his request. "Please. And I promise I'll do it next," he pouted.

Looking at that face, only one thing crossed your mind, if he wasn't your boyfriend you would walked away by now. Ditching his lazy ass to figure it out on his own.

"Ugh, fine," you groaned as smiled so hard you thought he was gonna break his jaw. "Hi, I'm--" you were cut off by Sunghoon grabbing your hips as he pressed himself into you. "Sunghoon--"

"Shh. I'm trying to focus," he said as he persisted to gently push into from behind.

"Sunghoon--"

"Please, Princess. I promise I'll do it after we finish."

"But--"

"I can't think straight if my dick is aching to fuck the shit out of you," he said as you now came aware of his growing hard that he rubbed against you.

You couldn't deny the fact that sometimes you could be equally as conceited as him. Just the idea of him being so turned on because of you was enough to get you going.

"Okay, but we gotta be quick alright," you said as you looked over your shoulder to meet his eyes.

He reached his hands around you, sliding your pants to your ankles as he kneeled down to glide his tongue between your folds. The wetness increasing from a mixture of his saliva and your own juices as you moaned from his satisfying touch.

You looked down to see him palming himself through his sweats as he let out soft moans while tongue fucking you. You couldn't help but swirl your ass around as he pulled out his dick, stroking it with one hand while he continued to eat you out. "Fuck, princess. You taste so fucking good."

He pushed you back onto the countertop, sliding you across the cold surface as he spread your legs to expose your sloppy wet pussy. Every part of your body belonged to him and he made sure to remind you anytime you fucked. "Mmm, look at my pretty little fuck hole," he grinned as he pressed his thumb into your clit, slightly massaging it before pushing his tip against your opening.

He teased you with it, gliding it back and forth without going in. You were at the point where you were ready to push it in yourself, but you knew how much he loved to torture you with pleasure. "I know you want me slut. I know you want my dick deep inside of you," he said as he gripped your thighs tighter. "Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you."

You broke, craving his dick more than anything, "I want you to fuck me so bad," hearing these words placed a little grin on his face as he spat on your pussy before pushing every inch into your throbbing cunt. You let out a high-pitched squeal as you felt him enter you. "Ah," you moaned.

"Ngh, fuck. I wanna see that pretty face while I fuck you," he said as he grabbed the camera pointing it to your face as your eyebrows furrowed. "Mmm, fuck you look so sexy. My sexy fucking cum slut," he said as he started fucking you faster.

"Tell me how much of a whore you are for me," he huffed moving the camera down to get a shot of his dick pumping in and out of your slimy pussy. "Ugh! I'm such a dirty slut. Your dick feels so fucking good inside of me," you hiccuped as you felt his dick pumping deeper into you.

"Mmm, fuck yes. You're my slutty little princess," he said as he bit into your neck. He caught a shot of your face as he sucked on your neck. "God, I love those delicious sounds you make," overwhelmed with pleasure he placed the camera down as he pushed you down onto the countertop, gripping his hands around your throat as he kept fucking you.

He pulled your legs over his shoulders, as he picked up the speed. He was almost whining at this point as he fucked you mercilessly. "Ugh! Ngh! You feel so fucking good, princess," he moaned as he slammed against your juicy pussy. You were moaning uncontrollably at this point, heaving your chest as he tore your legs open more, pressing your thighs into the surface as the two of you came at the same time.

You felt his cum spill inside of you as you caught your breath. You must've blacked out because you didn't remember anything else when you woke up naked next to Sunghoon who was jerking off to the video you unintentionally made last night.

"Sunghoon," you groaned as the sounds of him stroking himself were muffled by the cover. "You're just so sexy, I couldn't help myself," he said as he continued pleasing himself. "Did you at least finish the project?" you asked as you reached your hand down to hold his hand as it moved up and down his length.

"Of course I did. And I submitted it. See, I told you I was gonna do it," he said as he pulled the cover back exposing his cock as he held out his hand for you to spit on it before using your wetness to stimulate his dick some more. "Hmm, well I'm glad I could help," you said, lowering down to suck on his pink tip before he pushed your head down, throat fucking you as he let the video play beside him.

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[drghostwrite]

True Temptation…

Pairing: Dana Scully x fem!reader

Summary: Tension rises between two female agents and eventually the rubber band snaps when stretched too far.

Warning: Minors DNI, a little angst, but turns into smut

******************************************************** “And still you disobeyed orders!!” The assistant director snapped pacing back and forth in the conference room where you were all seated you had been tasked in cleaning up the mess of yet another Fox Mulder case, but not before closing the case and landing yourselves in a meeting with Skinner.

“Sir…” Mulder spoke, but you were to focused on the woman next to you. You watched as she pinched the bridge of her nose, and then leaned back in her chair, the way she held her pen. You thought about how close you’d grown over this last case, though sharing a room will do that, you thought about late nights sitting on the same bed sharing stories and just how well your personalities worked together. You admired her features, her simplistic natural looking makeup and her gorgeous ice blue eyes as they watched the men argue, the perfect way her red hair fell to meet her shoulders and the grey suit that she wore. She contrasted with you so well and yet somehow it seemed you belonged together, the things you would do to that woman. You could only imagine your bodies tangled together under dark sheets, breath hot and heavy and she called your name.

You sat there all these things running through your mind, you had one leg crossed over the other, one hand rested in your lap as the other spun a pen through your fingers, your face without realizing it seemed focused and it wasn’t until you felt a gentle hand on your thigh that pulled you back to reality. You looked to see a well manicured hand gently placed on your thigh unmoving, you looked up meeting gorgeous light blue orbs. “You okay?”

“huh?… oh yea, sorry.” Finally realizing it was only the two of you in the room, trying to hide the blush on your features.

“No it’s okay, you just seemed really intense about something, I was hoping it wasn’t the arguing.”

“Oh no way.” You softly chuckled, she gently smiled at you. Ugh that smile killed you, when she looked at you like that it was like she was begging you to just kiss her.

“Wanna talk about it?” She asked still unmoving as she was leaned towards you.

“maybe after a couple drinks.” You said standing and smoothing out your dark maroon suit.

“first round on me?” She asked, resting her hand on your lower back as she stepped around you.

“Um actually why don’t you just come to my place, I just went shopping so I can throw some dinner together for us.” You watched hopefully but she agreed quickly, almost to quickly and it made you hopeful.

———time jump———

you heard the door open as Dana let herself in and called your name, “In here…” you called.

Quickly you checked yourself the jeans you wore with the flannel slightly unbuttoned and loosely hugging your frame, your soft curls pulled into a loose ponytail. You turned hearing her enter the kitchen wiping your hands in the towel, you looked her over the dark jeans and the tank top hugging her top half, an unbuttoned shirt with rolled sleeves and her hair laid perfectly, even outside of the usual suits and business attire she was drop dead gorgeous and you wanted nothing more than to undress her slowly.

“Drinks are in the fridge, food is almost done.” You smiled motioning towards the fridge, she walked over grabbing a beer and hopping up on the counter next to you.

“So you going to tell me what had you so focused today?” She smirked watching you squirm, little did you know she had a good feeling about what it was.

“Uhm… about that.” You laughed, you looked at her as she waited, her eyes were comforting and so you decided to risk it.

“Okay to be honest it was you, I’ve been attracted to you since the day we met and spending all that time together it… well.” You turned to her stepping in front of her on the counter, her eyes flicked from yours to your lips and back, quickly leaning in you kissed her and felt as she kissed you back.

“sorry, if that changes things but…”

“I’ve been waiting for you to do that.” She said smiling before pulling you back in for more kisses these were deeper more intense than before. She pulled you in closer, wrapping her legs around you, you let your hair fall around you as she ran her hands through it letting them place on your strong shoulders.

“Oh god your lips feel amazing…” you whispered against her, you could feel her smile and slight moan as you kissed her again. You quickly picked her up guiding her to your bedroom not caring about anything else in that moment but the beautiful woman before you, closing the door you turned her around pressing her back to the door one hand next to her head as the other caressed her hip as you kissed her, she quickly tugged at buttons on your shirt pushing it over your shoulders then she started on your pants.

“Wait Dana, have you ever done this before?” You asked reading her eyes.

“with a woman… no… but…” she said nervously.

“its okay, just let me take the lead, show you how it’s done.” You said starting to kiss down her neck, pulling her shirt off and tossing it along with the tank top revealing her smooth black bra you expertly undid the clasp. You placed kisses across her chest feeling her hand come up to your hair and gently rake through as you pulled a nipple into your mouth your hand massaging the other. You guided her to the bed, undoing her pants and panties, tossing them aside quickly stripping yourself. You placed kisses down her stomach feeling her shake with anticipation beneath you. You started slow with kisses and your hands only using one finger and letting her adjust but not long before you added a second feeling as she moaned into your mouth.

“God baby, I-I’m so close…” she said breathlessly.

“it’s okay love just go with it.” A few short moments later and you had her in climax her eyes closed as she arched her back lips slightly parted.

“Y/N that was…”

“You’re not done yet… here.” You said laying on your back and motioning for her to get on top of you. She sat on your lap but you pulled her up.

“what?” She looked at you slightly confused.

you smirked at her, “just trust me, come here.” You pulled her so she was sitting above your face, you could see the glint of her pussy, how wet she was for you, you ran hands up her legs and up her sides, you ran your tongue through her folds tasting her.

“Mm…” you moaned sending a shock wave through her, “you taste amazing baby.” You quickly explored her as she leaned forward her chest having as she gripped the headboard, you could feel her legs begin to shake as you focused on her clit, your inserted your tongue and as you moved your nose ghosted over her clif with the perfect amount of pressure. You could feel how wet you were yourself just from hearing her moans.

“Y/N god here it comes again…” this time you didn’t stop even after her orgasm you kept going two then three until her legs were shaking above you. You laid her down beside you.

“That… was… amazing…” she said out of breath as you held her in your arms, she let her fingers gently explore your body.

“well you have no idea how long I’ve waited to do that.”

“yea well I wish you wouldn’t have.” She smirked against your chest, “I love you Y/N”

“Dana… I-I…”

“I’m serious I always have as a best friend and now as my lover… I love you.”

“Does this mean I can finally call you my girlfriend?” You laughed cheekily.

“You can call me Mrs. Sinclair for all I care.” You both laughed but little to her knowing that in about a year you would be asking her to marry you and three years you’d be talking about having your first baby but for right now you would settle for girlfriend because you felt like the luckiest woman alive.

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[dhampling]

the kitchen two 18+, 2.7k

nobody pining over the potwasher with the pretty face and snide tongue, and it feels like such a damn shame.

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this started as a joke and now you're touching astarion up out back of a pizza express/olive garden/insert generic chain restaurant you both work at.

part one here.

cw: fem!reader x astarion, 18+, astarion is a potwasher, sex, reader smokes, astarion vapes, fingering, frottage, workplace copulation, not beta read, porn without plot pretty much, oh no, not gn reader as tags initially stated because im awful and copy pasted them over

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“You need to get laid.”

You take the vape from a waiting hand and hold it in your teeth. Feel the ridges where his own have left small indents in the plastic and nestle yours in the shiny crooks. 

“Hm?” 

“You. You’re practically drooling.” He blinks slowly as you look up to the clouds.

“I’m afraid my harem of devastatingly beautiful lovers are all indisposed. On the yacht, obviously.” You pull a face, huffing a long inhale and releasing the smoke in soft stutters. He snorts. 

“Ah. That’s why you reek of hormones, then?”

You smile.

“Probably. New schedule has done little for any conquests, I’ll be honest.”

Astarion takes a moment as you pass him back his vape, flipping it absentmindedly between deft fingers and scrunching his face.

“Unfortunate.”

You playfully slap his arm and he recoils in a brief snarling laughter, ending on some churlish half-smile as he leans back on the wall.

Those fingers. Slender, pale; always moving to some comment or chore with a slight flourish. You note how surprisingly unblemished they seem for his line of work, and the fact you’ve never seen him with hand balm. Even in the low light spilled scarce from the doorway they have a certain sparkle to them. Poise. 

He knows you’re looking, and you’re a little surprised it seems to matter. Coy as he inhales something deep. 

Obviously, it’s a possibility. It happens.

The nature of your work leads to frequent hookups amongst you, as it always has - some incestuous tangle of ex-lovers and yearning hopefuls all weaving the same sticky tables and navigating the age-old sore break-room banter when it inevitably cools between the sheets. Word travels fast, and not one of your workmates has escaped the hated minimum-wage service tradition of copulating with your colleagues in some drunken fumble after a particularly awful shift - but him, though. You can’t say that you’ve put out feelers per se, but his name has never been mentioned - either positively or negatively - on the grapevine, not that you can recall. Nobody pining over the potwasher with the pretty face and snide tongue, and it feels like such a damn shame.

In all fairness, he doesn’t lend himself to open fawning. He doesn’t mingle like the rest do. Never attends the seasonal socials thrown by upper management nor stays after hours drinking with the rest of the kitchen, as if he’d opted out of the greasy workplace ham-slamming ecosystem entirely. 

Above it all. Godlike. You can’t have that. 

You could invite him in, you think, as his head tilts ever-so-slightly toward you in the cool smoke. His nails tap mindless against gaudy green plastic and you picture little but those now-familiar obscene vignettes of him, those very same fingers taking the warm fat of your flesh by the fistful, bending you - pliable in the desperate chase of wanton heat - over the stainless steel of the chef’s station, with a forceful hand to the waist; smushing your face sideways on the counter as he humps you to visceral burning delight over and over, the relentless piston of hungry hips as he pounds into your drooling hole, and;- 

“At least they have each other, I suppose. Aboard that gorgeous yacht.”

Your eyes meet his, a mutual hum. Silence as the rain smatters on gravel.

It’d be easy. Sidle past him through the walk-in door left slightly ajar - vaping, of course; why else would the pot washer be in the cooler? - and feel the looming hope of flesh so close. A crooked smile in silent greeting. Take your time in bending for the lemons, apron ties bowed over your rear as some awful present. He’d never slap your ass so crudely. The lingering want for a tap of flesh, for him to feel the soft jiggle of solid fat on a quick palm; never to move to touch you until you’d made your intentions abundantly clear.

Your intentions.

You could accidentally back up against him whilst still bent and oh-so lost in search for whatever perfect fucking lemon takes this long to find, ass smacking onto his crotch, mouth shaped as an ‘o’ where sudden realisation takes hold, through layers of standard-issue service garb - a barely-there cant of your hips at the surprise friction of his cock. 

He’s been watching. Ogling. Angling himself toward you, as if having pictured how best to bury himself inside you should the opportunity arise. 

Would he grab you by the hips? Take rough handfuls of heated skin and flesh, pull you in to rub over his growing erection with an obscene snarl and heavy lids in a sharp frenzy? Snaking a deft hand down the front of your apron and under the waistband of your trousers, unhurried but firm; searching for the evidence he can practically smell; proof that you’ve been melting, the pool of slick in your panties growing gummy between stolen moments of fantasization on the floor and the molten rumble of low-laughter as he bends you over the mesh shelving, his lower abdomen being thoroughly stickied with a liberal helping of your arousal.

“What are you doing tonight?”

You turn to him with a nonchalant smile and he groans, upper lip curling toward his nose.

“I’ll be here. Same as you, I presume?”

“Not for too much longer, though - how about after?”

Astarion runs a hand through his hair coolly, vape returning to his pocket as he stands off the wall. 

“Not there yet. Who knows?”

The slight of a fox-wink as he twirls back through the door, jacket flaring out behind him before disappearing into the back-of-house once more.

-

Time passes as if stuck stiff under a violent gutter-sun.

The softest visions of him lit by the dented metal of the big old dishwasher, shifting to adjust himself under linens; and after much thought you decide he’d be so very pretty, touching himself something mad. Even more so than usual. Leaky and hot and gasping in mindless carnality under the blacklight of the back bathroom with penis in hand, wincing at the fevered paw moving dumb to offer any relief in his plight. A delicious sigh whilst rolling the hot skin back, bit-by-bit from the tip, working the gathering glisten ever-so-softly over his aching slit in delicate strokes. 

A stolen glance through the service window, through the bumbling hordes in their whites; a shock of silver hair, short sleeves cuffed, brows furrowed as he scrubs at some porcelain bowl with a strange blase determination. 

It’s effortless. He’s not posing, wholly unaware that you’re watching. Scalding from the heat lamps as your fingertips press into the ledge, waiting for plates for one of your tables and teetering back and forth into the gap. He picks another bowl from the crate with a practised hand, tossing it gently into the other and dunking it in the water with finesse. Scrubs. Holds the curving gloss to the light for a moment and narrows his eyes before repeating the process, then loading it onto the dishwasher crate. 

Mindless. 

God. All mindless. You could offer to help him after a busy evening, perhaps; take charge of the pre-wash as he loads the machine, well oiled in your steps as they grow ever closer to one another - surprisingly so, with your lack of practice. Let the hose spray free down your front in a fumble with the pressure lever on the side, and the moment of shock as you gasp; the warm water turning ice cool on your chest, no disguising the quick pebbling of your nipples underneath your sodden underclothes. 

Maybe it’s panic that compels him to dab at your chest with a dry towel as opposed to throwing it to you in a tight-scrunched ball and continuing to load the washer - but maybe it isn’t. 

Maybe it’s something else altogether. Those red eyes darken to a plush carnal smoulder and he tilts his head, begging you to close the gap, to give him permission; to stretch a palm just a little further over to the swell of your breast and cup the soft, heavy flesh through the thin layer of wet cloth.

He’s right, of course. Desperately so.

You do need to get laid.

-

Black sky overhead, speckled with pinpoint stars and laced with the twinge of cold that makes your nose feel funny - and you suspect he’s one of the last to leave this evening, so you wait a minute or two for management to finish their final walkthrough.

He appears with a flourish. Your lean-back on the wall remains as composed as it can as he barrels through the doors, bag high on his shoulder; and begins to fish in his back pocket for his vape.

“Astarion!”

He spins and meets your gaze with a fantastic grin, incisors sharp as his vape meets his lips. You can do this. A quick fuck. Everyone here does it, christ. 

“Yes, love?”

“Have you got a minute?”

“For you? Always.”

Purring. He’s purring.

You wave management farewell as they lock the doors - a small smile, yet you can’t let him slide from you. You can’t let the moment falter. The wet patch in your pants becomes horrifically apparent as you shift from side to side in the cool air, and you surmise that this needs resolving before your humility suppresses the want to have him between your legs - so you extend a hand. You reach for the vape between his lips and you bring it to your own, ever so slowly; holding it between your teeth in a coy stand-off.

“Bold.”

“I’m feeling bold.”

“Oh?”

“Walk with me.”

He offers you an arm in an exuberant display of mock-chivalry, bowing almost; and you take it to pull him closer to your side. 

“You’re in a good mood.” You muse, steering him down the dark alley and toward the main street whilst he sighs a laugh.

“I presume you’re about to buy me a drink, which is always most welcome.”

“I’ve never bought you a drink?”

“The pleasure is more in the receiving of the drink, not whoever’s buying it.’

He turns to look at you while you walk, tugging you closer. 

‘Unless you’d like me to find pleasure in you, my generous benefactor?’

You stop in your tracks, and he grins in place.

‘Because that’s what this is about; isn’t it, little lamb?’

Time stops, signalled by the slow stutter of your heart as his voice drops silken, taking both of your wrists in hand.

‘I can practically smell it, you know.”

“What makes you so sure?”

He pulls a face. Looks at you softly.

“Don’t ask stupid questions.”

“Sorry.”

“I won’t pretend it’s not been on my mind, though.”

“Hm?”

Astarion sidles closer, toes touching; breath cool on your cheeks. Mint. 

“Burying myself inside you. All kinds of-’

His hands gesture lightly around his head, controlled as they close in on your face.

‘Wicked images. The things we could do.”

Your eyes flutter closed as he cups your face, lips grazing the edge of his palm.

“I watch you too, you know - oh, it makes me hard just thinking about it. Humping the sink counter like some wanton… bitch;- whenever can I get a moment, just to get some friction, clothes ruined time and time again over obscene visions of myself buried deep inside-’

Takes your chin between pointer finger and thumb.

‘Your. Desperate. Cunt.’

He breathes a giggle.

‘Just as I assume yours are now, hm? Ruined? Oh, the sheer debauchery.”

Tuts. The breeze fades and he comes impossibly closer, hands ghosting the broad of your shoulders then cutting across to the dip of your waist and you inhale and that smell of him. The scent of by-your-side and beleaguered evenings, laced with something heady. Salt. You whimper when you eke the words out.

“You smell so good.” Practically whining, metaphorical drool linking the two of you as if invisible string. A deep beat of laughter.

“Sweet one. So do you.”

His nose buried in your hair, fingers grasping at the warmth of your hips through layers of sweaty workwear. Your core blazes white hot, legs failing you - he’s here. He wants you. God, you’d never thought it’d feel this good, even in your wildest fantasies; and yet you’re standing out in the bitter cold locked tight in by his hands and it exceeds every conceivable outcome for this conversation, ever, despite his cock not yet prodding you once. 

He takes the vape from where your fingers hang frozen and puts it into his pocket, guiding your fingers to the front of his trousers in your obscured embrace and pressing your palm to the front.

Hard. He’s ridiculously hard. Warm and pulsing with strong hips writhing as your hand gives him something to push against. 

“Fuck.”

“Nicely, now.”

His hand moves under your coat and to the front of your own trousers as you feel him through his, scrunching your fingers around his length; whilst he slides deft under the fixings just as you’d imagined he would. Ice to a fire. Moves quickly in the search for your slick like a moth mindless toward a flame, when he finds your slit and takes a single finger to press between your folds. 

“Ah. There she is.’

Your breath catches on his words,  

‘My darling girl, you’re soaking. How long have you been like this?”

“Just today, or on the whole? I can’t remember a time where I’ve not wanted you, not since that first day outside.”

He groans quietly, eyes rolling back into his skull as he coaxes more of your spill forth onto the flat of his palm with a skilled finger toying at the hood of your clit. It feels incredible. Like a warm bath or fresh pizza times a thousand. 

“Did you like the idea of my spit in your mouth, love? Forgetting your smokes on purpose, buying me treats just so you could share? So you could… take me, in your mouth, and wallow in having me there in secret? Bad girl.” A sordid whisper. Heady. Love. Bad girl. You’re struggling for air, newly weakened flesh bowled completely over by his brutal advances, and it’s heaven. You could die here in this alley and you’d be wholly satisfied with life knowing he touched you. He was hard for you, his cock desperately seeking solace in the warmth of your core, to christen your cunt with lashings of himself inside you. Yours. You. 

You thought your resolve was stronger than this. That you could match him in whatever game he potentially wanted to play and do it with flair - but as he stands in front of you, hand crudely down your trousers round the back of your shared workplace; you have no desire to play coy any longer. He’s giving himself to you. 

“Kiss me?”

And he does. A heady drawl as his lips stoop to meet yours, a string of yes-yes-yeses whispered flush into your open mouth as he moves with you, fingering with reverent strokes whilst your hand fiddles hungrily with his underclothes and he laughs with a satisfied ease as if a Roman Emperor, hosting a banquet on the eve of some grand resounding victory. 

Right here, by the bins under the watchful eyes of the CCTV cameras dotted along the brick - it doesn’t work. It can’t happen here. Your brain fizzes all shades of yellow and orange as you take his arm, breaking the open-mouthed kiss with urgency and tugging his head down until his ear hangs dazed a hair’s breadth from your lips. 

“Yours or mine?”

“Where’s closer?”

Gravel. Cheeks flushed, hands frisking your waistband once more as you swat him off.

“Yours, probably.”

“You checked the staff files, didn’t you? Naughty thing.”

You huff into a slight hunchback, bemused by his deduction.

“Maybe. Are you mad about it?”

Your hand grabs at his cock through his trousers once more and offers a hard squeeze, a stuttered moan from his mouth.

“Meh. So long as you make it up to me, yes?”

He pauses to press a chaste kiss to your mouth as you both rebutton and fumbles to take your hand in his. 

“God. Yes. I promise.”

“Come along then, temptress. Mine -’

Another to the back of your hand, soft and deep.

‘- it is.”

-

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[misc-obeyme]

Hello hello!!! I just saw your kink/flufftober post and wondered if I could request “biting” with barbatos? It can be either fluff of nsfw, whichever gets the creative juices flowing more! As always, love the work you do here, thank you!!!!

Hello and thank you I'm so glad you're enjoying my writing! <3

I was doing so well keeping within my word count limit until now. I can't act like I'm surprised, it's Barbatos we're talking about lol. And I decided to use this as a kink prompt because ooooof I love biting. So you know, having two things I very much enjoy as a prompt ended up with something slightly longer than perhaps intended. But I think it turned out okay still!

Thank you for submitting a prompt!

KINKTOBER 2023

GN!MC x Barbatos

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: biting, a little bit of blood, oral and penetration (both reader receiving)

You were in the kitchen at the Demon Lord's Castle, helping Barbatos make red velvet cupcakes. Since it was a flavor from the human world, you had agreed to help out with making them, passing final judgment on how they turned out. You were currently mixing the red food coloring into the batter. While the recipe you had used was a classic red velvet recipe, the bright color of the cake still needed that extra vibrancy from the food coloring.

Barbatos was beside you, mixing vanilla into the frosting.

Normally, Barbatos entered a sort of flow when baking. It was almost meditative, the way he moved around the kitchen so easily. But at that moment, you noticed that he seemed a little distracted. Certainly the frosting was looking delicious, but he seemed to be focused elsewhere.

You stopped what you were doing and looked over at him. He froze, meeting your eyes for a moment before flicking his gaze down to your fingers.

You looked down at your hands and saw that they were covered in red food coloring.

You laughed a little. "Sorry," you said. "I'm making a mess, huh? Is that why you're so distracted?"

Barbatos closed his eyes and frowned. "You needn't apologize, MC. I'm afraid seeing that brilliant red on your skin has made me think of things I shouldn't."

You were puzzled by this response. You cocked your head curiously. "Such as…?"

Barbatos opened his eyes and the hunger you saw there made heat run through you. Barbatos put down the spatula he'd been using to mix the vanilla into the frosting and took one of your hands instead. He brought it to his lips and kissed away some of the red. The way it painted his lips was so sensual your knees went weak.

You let out a little gasp as Barbatos circled behind you, putting his red stained lips to your neck. You had to grip the kitchen counter for support as he sucked for a moment, his arms going around your waist.

Barbatos let his teeth scrape gently across your skin as he pulled his lips away. "Forgive me, MC. I am not sure what has come over me."

His arms moved as if he was about to move away from you, but you put both of your hands on them. You didn't care that you were likely getting red food coloring on him. You just wanted to hold him in place. "Don't stop."

Barbatos pressed himself into you and there was no mistaking the erection you felt against you as he put his lips back on your neck.

You moaned as he bit down gently, as though he couldn't resist but he also didn't want to hurt you too much.

You deliberately pushed yourself back against him, making it clear that you knew how turned on he already was.

Barbatos laughed softly against your neck. "What is it you would like from me, MC?"

"I want you to bite harder," you said.

Barbatos put his lips on your ear. "As you wish."

A tingle ran up your spine at the sound of his voice in your ear. He turned you around in his arms, then lifted you bodily. He set you down on the kitchen counter, on a spot that was far away from where you had been attempting to make red velvet cupcakes.

In moments, Barbatos had removed your clothes and put his lips on your inner thighs. Your hands flew to his head, fingers running through his hair. You gasped and tried desperately not to pull when he bit down on the sensitive skin there, harder than before just as you had asked. He worked his way up your thigh, biting the whole time, making you gasp and whine as he did.

When he finally put his tongue between your legs, you cried out his name, your legs squeezing around his head involuntarily. He stayed there for a long time, but he never let you get too close to orgasming.

Barbatos finally stood up, causing you to whine and grip at his arms unhappily. You squirmed on the counter top as you tried to pull him closer to you. He obliged, moving closer to stand between your knees.

Barbatos reached out and put his fingertips to your neck where he had been biting it earlier. He wasn't wearing his gloves, of course, he had taken them off long before you even started baking. Now his fingers were covered in the red food coloring.

"Barbatos," you said as you pulled on his pants, unzipping them and pulling out his cock. You rubbed it in your hands for a moment before looking at him. "Please."

"Normally I would not allow such a mess to occur on my kitchen counter," Barbatos said quietly, putting his hands on either side of you and leaning in to your neck once again. "But I'm afraid you've awakened something in me, MC."

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders in an attempt to pull him closer. You realized that the counter here was a bit lower than it was in most of the other places in the kitchen. Which meant that you were at the perfect height. You smirked a little when you realized that Barbatos knew exactly what he was doing when he placed you here.

The smirk was gone in an instant as Barbatos pressed his cock into you, his teeth leaving marks on your neck at the same time, his hands gripping your hips. You had to hold on because as soon as he was inside you, Barbatos did not hold back. You felt your entire body heat up as he thrust fast and hard, his teeth continuing down your neck. He reached up to pull your top out of the way so he could bite down your shoulder.

The sweetness of his cock inside you mixed with the pleasurable pain of his teeth was almost too much sensation. You couldn't hold still and you couldn't keep quiet. You were already close from when he was using his tongue and it wasn't long before you were crying out, clamping hard around him. You felt his cum inside you only moments later.

When Barbatos pulled away to look at you, the red of the food coloring was still bright against his lips, but there was a slightly darker red next to it now. He leaned back in and kissed the bite marks he had left.

"Your blood is much prettier than this food coloring," he said softly in your ear. "I do hope I did not hurt you too much by drawing it."

You sighed against him, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Next time you can add the food coloring to the batter."

Barbatos chuckled, taking your face in his hands and kissing you. Later you would need to wash the red off your hands as well as your lips, cheeks, neck, and thighs.

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