#smutmas 2023

[oceanlix]

Day 3: Jaehyun

Pairing: Jaehyun x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1544

Warnings: Praise, begging, teasing, fingering, unprotected sex, riding, dirty talk, slight spanking, nipple play, creampie, overstimulation

Smutmas 2023 Masterlist

“Ma’am, I’m so sorry about the inconvenience. For your trouble, the airline would like to offer you a hotel voucher as well as compensation.”

You’re only half listening to the man, stars in your eyes as you watch his lips move. He should be a model, certainly not a customer service representative in a shitty airport like this one. It’s not like the other reps are ugly, either. He’s just so stupidly handsome that it’s almost ridiculous.

“Ma’am?”

You shake yourself out of your daze and apologize. “Oh god, I’m sorry. It’s been a long day! Thank you, I’ll accept the vouchers!”

The man - Jaehyun, according to his name tag clipped to his sweater vest - smirks, almost like he knows exactly what was on your mind just now. “Sure, it’s understandable. Let me just get your information and I’ll issue those for you.”

You pour all your focus into filling out the documentation, determined not to embarrass yourself any further. When you finish, you slide the paperwork across the counter to him.

Jaehyun starts to key in the necessary information, occasionally glancing over at you with a smile. “I’m going to put you up at the Hyatt, it’s the nicest hotel nearby,” he informs you, winking. The keyboard clacks away for a few more moments before he crooks his finger at you. You lean forward, wondering if you misspelled something on your forms.

“Maybe I can pay you a visit tonight after my shift ends?” he whispers, dragging his eyes up and down your body. You practically choke on your own spit, shocked that such a handsome man is so blatantly hitting on you. You aren’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth though, despite how unprofessional he’s being at the moment. Apparently hot men negate all of your survival instincts; you should be more ashamed of yourself. But you aren’t, unfortunately.

You giggle nervously, while Jaehyun smirks to himself like he knows he’s already won.

—-

You’re sitting in your hotel room on the bed, dressed only in your robe and underwear as you wait for Jaehyun. You debate with yourself for a while about it being too presumptuous to be this underdressed, but he was practically devouring you with his eyes at the airport. You decide that you feel pretty safe in assuming his intent.

There’s a knock on the door that alerts you to his arrival, so you pop off the bed and nervously fiddle with your hands before going to answer. A look through the peephole reveals Jaehyun, holding a bottle of champagne and changed out of his uniform into a sleek button down shirt and slacks. Your mouth waters a little as you pull the door open.

“Hey,” he greets, leaning down to kiss your cheek. Your heart is a stuttering mess as you invite him in, your skin tingling where his lips touched. “I brought champagne.”

He sets the bottle on the counter and turns to face you, once again letting his eyes take in your body. The robe is short, stopping just at the tops of your thighs, and his eyes linger there for a moment before he smirks at you.

“You look pretty comfortable there,” he teases, closing the distance between you. He’s gentle when he cradles your face in his hands, searching for any signs of hesitation. But you have none, and when he presses his lips to yours, the sigh you let out is soft and airy.

Jaehyun walks you over to the bed as he kisses you, his hands sliding down your body. He squeezes your ass and trails his lips down the side of your neck, groaning at the way you feel in his hands. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers, toying with the hem of your robe. “Do you even know how sexy you are?”

He tugs on the belt of your robe until it comes undone, partially revealing the fancy underwear you’d dug up out of your suitcase to put on for him. With another pleased groan, he pushes you gently down onto the bed, climbing on top of you.

“I see you dressed all pretty just for me,” he coos, tracing his fingers down from your neck to right above the waistband of your underwear. You moan, throwing an arm over your eyes in embarrassment.

Jaehyun pulls your thighs apart and runs his hands up and down your thighs, getting close but not close enough to the place where you need him to touch you. You’re sure he’s noticed the wet spot on your panties by now, but he’s only teasing you, squeezing the flesh of your thighs and ass without any intent behind it.

“Please,” you whimper after a few minutes of his torture, impossibly wet and worked up. You never thought you’d be reduced to begging for a man’s cock like this, but here you are. “Jaehyun, touch me properly.”

He lets out a little scoff, slapping your thigh. “Properly? What, this isn’t enough for you?” He drags his fingers over your clothed pussy, feather light and so frustratingly slow. “You’re a mess, you know that, right?”

Embarrassingly, you feel your cheeks turn red at his words. “Only because you’re teasing me,” you argue petulantly. Your breath hitches when he suddenly pulls one of your legs up onto his shoulder, the other pulling your panties to the side.

“Fine, fine,” he relents, smirking. Jaehyun rubs two fingers between your folds, gathering your wetness and spreading it around. You bite down on your bottom lip when he sinks them into you, your hips lifting up automatically.

“How’s that?” he coos, laughing as you struggle to get more friction. But with the way he has your leg propped up, you just can’t make it happen. You groan in frustration, whimpering as he pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy.

“Jaehyun,” you pant, grabbing his wrist. “At least kiss me!”

He softens, leaning down to press your lips together. He licks into your mouth while he works his fingers inside of you, swallowing every moan you try to let out. You feel your orgasm approaching, your hands frantically scrambling to hold onto him.

It doesn’t take more than a few pumps before you’re clenching around his fingers, your vision whiting out. Jaehyun guides you through it with whispered praises against your lips, fighting to hide his smile.

He pulls his fingers from your pussy and gives you a devilish grin before he puts them in his mouth, licking your juices off of them. You just about come again from the sight, letting out a soft squeal as you cover your eyes.

Jaehyun grabs your hips and rolls you over on top of him, holding you above his cock as he smirks up at you. “Can you ride it?” he asks, but it sounds more like a challenge than a request. You don’t want to disappoint him, so you nod. You grab the base of his cock and line him up with your entrance, coating the head with your wetness before sinking down.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he murmurs, watching as he disappears inside of you. You place your hands on his chest and take a few deep breaths as you adjust to his size, feeling fuller than you’ve ever felt before.

Jaehyun reaches up and pushes your robe down your arms, sort of trapping you. You could always move your arms and take it off completely, but the idea of having your movement restricted is hot enough that you don’t.

“That’s it,” he coos up at you, pressing his fingertips to your clit and rubbing light circles on it. “Show me how bad you want it, baby.”

You groan, lifting yourself up and dropping back down onto his cock. You barely catch the scream coming out of your throat, the head grazing that spot inside you.

“Feels so good,” you slur, digging your nails into his chest. Jaehyun hisses, landing a slap on your ass In retaliation. “Fuck, right there!”

“You really just needed to get fucked, huh?” he murmurs into your ear, holding your hips down as he grinds up into you. “Look at you, so pretty and pliant for me. Like putty in my hands, yeah?” He nips at your jawline, putting more pressure on your clit. “Come on, cream around my cock, sweet thing.”

You’re losing the battle against your orgasm, your chest heaving as you try to keep your grinding rhythmic. Jaehyun reaches up and pinches one of your nipples, sending you over the edge in surprise. You shake through your high, hips jerking away from his fingers as he rubs you through it.

Jaehyun squeezes your ass with both hands as you come down, keeping you close to him as you grind in his lap. “I’m filling you up, honey,” he coos, grabbing your jaw and pulling you into a sloppy, messy kiss. True to his word, a few seconds later you feel his hot seed hitting your walls, your pussy fluttering around him with every pulse. He kisses you through the whole thing, swallowing your moans and overstimulated whimpers.

When he’s done, you collapse against his chest in a tired mess. He pulls out of you with a hiss, petting your head gently.

#nct smut #jaehyun smut #nct 127 smut #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun fic #smutmas 2023 #my fics #not sponsored by hyatt y'all lmao #300

[feistyfreaks]

that recent miguel fic was so hot omg now I want to request one 😳. Imagine dbf!miguel sexting us while away at a business trip or while reader is out with friends or something (..or even over the dinner table while out with our dad.. maybe..) he’d definitely be writing the most poetic, romantic yet filthy and disgusting texts ever, like ones you’d have to take breaks after each sentence because oh my god..

& with his ancient ass hed most likely send nudes via email as well 😔 but we’ll eat it up every time!

HIDDEN CONNECTIONS ┈ ! ✶

₊❏❜ content⋮ dbf!miguel x f!reader. huge age gap. readers aged up (18+). dirty talk. sexting. porn w not much of a plot.

note⋮ i love reading through these requests, i love y’all so much 😭!! yet again, sorry for the wait, procrastination has been eating me alive lol. but without further a do, i hope you enjoy 🙈.

dividers by @cafekitsune.

you sighed, pushing a few strands of hair behind your ear as you browsed through the websites catalog, eyeing all sorts of styles. you wanted to up your relationship with miguel and try something new, so you decided to go lingerie shopping.

you scrolled through the petite section, bored out of your mind as you tried to look for something interesting and more erotical. you took a glimpse at the time, noticing that it was past midnight.

you raised a brow, "already? could've sworn it was eight a few minutes ago." you murmured to yourself as you glanced back at your screen, a baby pink set stood out to you and your eyes lit up, clicking on the link without hesitation.

the price was pretty expensive, but you marked it into your cart - just then a notification from gmail appeared at the bottom right of your screen.

it was from miguel.

miguel was your dads best friend, and you grew smitten by his charm growing up. at first you believed that it was a silly little crush that you’ll eventually get over, but that never happened.. instead your relationship with him began developing throughout your young adult years.

you sensed the irresistible tension and you started to question what the two of you were, and your question was answered when one thing led to another, both your clothes being discarded as things became heated in such a short amount of time.

but you struggled with your feelings, torn between your blossoming desires for miguel and the guilt associated with betraying your father's trust; but the age difference between the two of you only added a sense of excitement to your relationship, and both of you fell into the temptation of your desires, initiating an intimate connection, and that’s how you two got yourselves into a secret affair.

as you opened the email, the subject line immediately caught your eye. 'mi luz,' it read. miguel was about twice your age, and for some reason he always stuck to emailing no matter how many times you taught him how to regularly text — he believed emailing was better because they were more formal and easier to navigate.

you quickly opened the email and giggled, “esa linda sonrisa tuya ilumina mi día, y esos ojos tuyos iluminan mis noches."

a small grin curved upwards onto your glossed lips, it sounded kind of corny but you strove to decipher the meaning and intent behind each word. your hands flew across the keyboard as you quickly replied. “pfftt, you’re flattering me miguel. what’re you even doing up so late?” you pressed on send, and not long after you received a new notification.

“i’ve been thinking about you, i miss you. n' what's your excuse for being up so late hm? it's past your bed time nena.”

you could sense his teasing tone over the damn screen, and you couldn’t wipe off that cheeky grin of your face. your fingers hovered over the keyboard, you wanted to keep it a surprise, but the excitement got a hold of you first.

"well.. i was online shopping.. and came across this, what do you think of it?" you messaged along with the picture of the lingerie attached.

you waited eagerly for his response, like a puppy wanting to receive validation from its owner. maybe you should've waited, but you couldn't keep surprises a secret.

"why? are you planning on seducing me with that little outfit, chiquitita?”

a mischievous grin plastered onto your face reading his reply.

“maybe, maybe not, but you didn’t answer my question. do you like it? y'know, easy access.”

“the lace is pretty. yea i like it, and you're right. it does have such easy access. i’d love to see you in that.”

you chuckled, switched tabs and clicked on the checkout option. you filed in the credit card information along with the address, admitting the final 'confirm payment’ button.

“well you’re in for a surprise when you get back from your trip mister." you typed, "how much longer do i have to wait until i get to see you, you know i don't like waiting, i really miss you.”

“aww, getting needy aren’t we? i’ll be back home around this week darling. can’t wait to see you all dressed up for me. i’m looking forward to splitting those pretty legs of yours open and play with that pretty pussy until your soaking wet on my fingers.” he wrote back as you overlapped your legs to feel your clit pulse in your panties.

“i really miss you mig. just want you to sink your fingers into my hole and tell me how much of a good girl i am. i need you to come home n’ fill me up, fuck me into this damn mattress.”

“i want to come home just as badly as you want me to, but we both know that this business trip is important. but i promise you that i’ll bully my cock into your weeping pussy and fuck my cum into your tummy.”

your heart raced and you squeezed your legs tighter as you read email, as you and miguel continue your fiery exchanges, the emails become more explicit.

his filthy words made you palpitate, and he never failed to noticeably make an impact on you, you always found yourself drenching your undies. “fuck yes. use me, want you to pound your cock into me, m so wet at the thought.”

“yea? que putita eres mi amor, show me how much of a slut you are, show me how wet you get from telling you how good i’ll fuck you chiquitita.”

you sat up eagerly, slipping your sleeping shorts down to your thighs as you clicked on the small camera icon. slowly but lewdly you spread your legs, your hand came down to rub at the wet patch on your panties. your cursor hovered over the white button as it snapped the photo, and with another click you hit send.

your grew hot and impatient as you began pressing on the sticky nub over the drenched fabric. it was ridiculous how you were sexting using via email, but it only served to make you beyond hornier with the new adjustment.

“shit baby, look at how you’re fucking dripping. why don’t you go and hump your pillow, yea? tease your little cunnie for me, wanna see your cute pussy wetting the bed. i just know you’ll be letting out the most cutest noises while thinking of how i’ll fucking ruin you when i get back.”

heat raced through you and towards your core, you had to pause to take a deep breath.

holy shit.

you felt your cheeks go hot, and you reached for the pillow as you happily obliged, eagerly kicking off your panties and thighs cradling the soft silk as you settled your warmth into the pillows edge.

you let a soft moan feeling your clit pulse again. you bunched up your blanket and placed it underneath your abdomen as you leaned forward, stomach pressed up onto the bed sheets and the comfort of your blanket.

your page refreshes and your met with another email from miguel, this time there was a few images attached to his message.

you opened it and you feel your cunt clench around nothing. his belt was undone and you could visibly see the pink leaky tip sticking out of the confinements of his boxers, the second image displayed the underside of his fat girth and you felt yourself beginning to drool, the third photo portrayed his thumb rubbing on his slit as a string of his arousal stuck onto on his thumb, showing you just how sticky he was and the caption overall made you bite your lip.

“gonna put you on all fours, y te voy a poner al reves, te veras tan rica mientras te lo hago por detrás.”

you slowly roll your hips, your slick dampening the fabric and you effortlessly slide against the cushion. you moaned, tilting your head to the side and drifting deeper in thought. you start to think of him atop of you, his body fervid against yours, his heated lips attached to yours, his pelvis snug into yours as his cock splits you open — your hips hump the pillow faster and you whine out in euphoria.

your thighs tensed around the soft pillow and you feel your pussy practically flutter. with another rough roll of your hips you stutter, clit pulsing as you gush onto the bed sheets.

#ff⋆reqs 🧁 #ff⋆inbox 📬 #hornyhour #feistyfreaks #dbf!miguel #spiderman 2099 x reader #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #smutmas 2023 #xmas #kinkmas

[mrsriddlenott]

The Second Day Of SmutMas

[smutmas masterlist] [main masterlist]

~ Christmas Movie Marathon ~

bf!JJ Maybank x fem!Reader

Summary: You, JJ, and the Pogues spend Christmas together in the chateau watching all your favorite holiday movies, until your mischievous boyfriend gets bored and wants to distract you as well.

- Lmk how y’all feel ab this one please, I’ve never written for OBX and I have yet to watch the 3rd season but I love JJ and Rafe so if this is good I may decide to write for them more after Christmas -

Warnings: 18+ Content!! Public Sexting, exhibitionism, bit of an innocence kink, mentions of past sexual encounters, alludes to smut, m!receiving handjob, kinda alludes to d/s dynamics, public m!orgasm.

Kie, Sarah, Pope, and you, all managed to slip away from your separate homes, after much difficulty and help from JJ and John B, to spend time with your found family on Christmas day. JJ had gotten a cheap Santa’s hat and spent the late morning beside the tiny Christmas tree passing around your gifts and ho ho hoing as you all laughed before flopping next to you on the couch with a wet kiss to your temple once he was done. The rest of the morning, and well into the afternoon, was filled with mini arguments over the best Christmas movies leading you all to decide you’d be watching every single one of each of your favorites to find out once and for all which was the best.

It was fun in theory, getting to cuddle up next to you and enjoy time with all your friends, and in the beginning it was rather entertaining, but JJ began to lose interest halfway through Elf two movies in and was finding it difficult to stay still and focused on the small screen infront of him. His arm that was draped over your shoulders to hug you into him slowly slipped off of you to pull his phone from his pocket, quickly typing something as you watched him confusedly before your phone was vibrating in your pocket.

Jay❤️: im bored Baby

You: How can you be bored watching Christmas Vacation?!

Jay❤️: its boring.

You gasp beside him, eyeing him with narrowed eyes before turning back to your phone with your eyebrows scrunched, vigorously typing on your phone as JJ watched you with a smile, deciding that trying to get you all riled up and bratty would be a much better way to spend his day.

You: Blasphemy.

You: This is a classic!!!!!

JJ chuckled down at his screen, thinking of what could get you more annoyed, before hurriedly typing and turning his phone away while you craned your neck to try and catch a glimpse at his message before it was sent.

Jay❤️: idk about that. its not like its one of the santa clause movies or something. besides your not even watching it your texting me….

You: You’re*

You: Christmas Vacation is older so more of a classic now stop distracting me☹️

JJ huffed out a sigh as he watched you swipe up the messages app, revealing your new home screen to be a picture of you both on the HMS a few days ago when you all went out to swim. More specifically, a picture of you in his favorite bikini, which flashed for only a second before you locked your phone, turning to him with a smile and chaste kiss to his lips that had his pants tightening quickly. What you hoped would satiate his attention-seeking instead made him needy for you as your taste always did, sometimes all it took for him to get riled up was the scent of your hair or a simple bat of your eyelashes and he was ready to shove you against the nearest flat surface.

He loved to ruffle your perfect feathers and get you riled up, whether it was you telling him off for distracting you from studying, or begging him to fuck you in ways you never could have imaged before him. You always tried to hide how much you loved his careless attitude, it was something he always adored about you, even when you were just friends wishing there was no such thing as “No Pogue On Pogue Macking”. But he never missed how your cheeks would go red when he fought someone at a party in the boneyard, snaking his hand in yours after and taking you to get a drink as though he didn’t have bruises growing on his hands and knuckles. And he definitely didn’t miss how you clenched your thighs every time you were caught making out in public or accidentally walked in on while occupying the bed at the chateau.

When he finally pulled himself out of his thoughts, JJ had to readjust his hips as you unknowingly leaned your head on his shoulder, he winced slightly and suppressed a moan when his hardening dick rubbed against the seam of his shorts. Your worried, confused eyes looked up to him from his shoulder and only worsened the ache in his lower abdomen as he tugged at the thin sheet blanket covering both your legs to bunch around his now fully erect dick.

Jay❤️: im so horny

Your eyes widened at your phone, your cheeks growing warm as they painted red, your thighs subconsciously rubbing together while feeling JJ’s eyes on you. It took you a second to think of a response, letting out a giggle that sent him soaring when you started to form the message. He rested his head on the back of the coach forcing himself not to groan while watching you type, not so patiently waiting to receive it on his end.

You: Watching a family get attacked by a squirrel from their Christmas tree makes you horny?

Jay❤️: what the fuck is even happening in this movie right now….

You: See the movie’s not boring you’re just not paying attention.

Jay❤️: how can you expect me to focus when your sitting next to me like that Gorgeous

Those wide eyes met his after scanning over the text in front of you a few times with furrowed brows, your cheeks bright red making him smirk down to you, tilting his head towards your phone and urging you to reply.

You: I didn’t do anything though?

Jay❤️:fuck Baby all you do is exist and im bricked

You accidentally let out a squeak of a whimper hidden by the sound of the TV that he heard only die to his proximity, he was throbbing in his shorts already as you started and stopped typing, deleting and restarting at least four times before he decided to double text with a groan.

Jay❤️: you want proof?

You narrowed your eyes as him slightly, thinking to yourself about what he could possibly have in mind to prove this to you before your curiosity ultimately took over and had you nodding your head to your very needy boyfriend. JJ quickly but discreetly grabbed your hand, shoving it under the thin material hiding his boner and twitching at the gasp you let slip upon making contact. He was harder than you ever felt before, his entirely rock hard dick just from the thought of you was sending uncommon bursts of confidence and adrenaline your way, already anticipating what he could have planned for you.

Jay❤️: keep that there and feel what you do to me.

Jay❤️: im imagining the way you spread your legs for me in the mornings when you get all needy for my tongue

Your face burned hot as you read his text, feeling the throb of his erect dick in your hand as it warmed your palm. You willed yourself to keep your hand still despite a desperate beed to please him, knowing one or all of your friends could turn around at any moment and see the movement. But to your surprise the idea of being caught in such an act was only aiding in the growth of your desire.

Jay❤️: and how you clench around me just before you cum

Jay❤️: that thing you do with your tongue when you suck me off that drives me fucking insane

Jay❤️: oh fuck and that fucked face you make when i first enter you

JJ twitched in your hand as he typed the last message and soon you were subconsciously rubbing him through his shorts. Slowly moving your cupped palm along his shaft in an accidentally antagonizing manner, forcing JJ to bite his lips to hide a moan, stuttering in his typing and causing an error he’d have to fix.

Jay❤️: im always craving the way you taste when i make you cum on my tongue

Jay❤️: and when i get to watch you taste my cum. dont you love it Sweetheart?

You swore your breathing stopped, you kept thinking all your friends could somehow read your texts and knew exactly what your hand was doing despite being entirely focused on the screen in front of them. You stretched the thumb of the hand holding your phone, trying to from your response, eyes darting up to the four in front of you every few seconds while your hand hidden beneath the sheet began picking up it’s pace at the spark of your imagination and rush of adrenaline. Your thoughts were running rampant, thinking of JJ taking you right on the coach or forcing your to your knees for teasing him, imagining the punishments he’d think of as soon as you were in private was egging you on as you thought out your teasing messages.

You: Of course I do Jay, you’re my favorite dessert🥰

You: Always taste so amazing when you make me choke around your cum

JJ’s throat went dry as he read your text over and over, his brain growing foggy and filling with the thought of you moaning and gagging around him, his hand in your hair, pushing you to take him entirely, shivering at the thought of your tongue tracing one of his prominent veins to the start of his balls just as it always did. JJ was much more distracted than he intended, his initial thought process being that you would get flustered and tug him away to have some Christmas fun, but when you batted your eyes up to him with a harder pull of his clothed dick, he realized your burst of confidence. His breath caught and he twitched in your hand upon noticing you were thoroughly enjoying the public aspect of his pleasure just as he was, he was desperately trying to hide it before, feeling like a perv, but knowing that his sweet, innocent little girl enjoyed it too changed everything.

You eyed the side of his face as he began forming another message, watching his pleasure when your fingertips found the outline of his tip and began swirling over him slowly with a featherlight touch that had him gritting his teeth and suppressing a moan before you were slipping your hand back down him slowly. The way he had to bite his lip to silence himself, closing his eyes to toss his head back with an almost silent groan had your already damp underwear growing wetter while you awaited what was sure to be an inappropriate text.

Jay❤️: dont you want me to fuck you right now Baby?

You: I’d rather watch you cum in your shorts right here before I even touch you properly.

Jay❤️: jesus. since when were you in charge Cupcake?

You: Since right now.

Jay❤️: i fucking love it

You giggled at your phone, turning to see JJ’s blown out eyes observing you, a lazy smile adorning his face as your hand sped up upon eye contact. His eye lids began to flutter, drooping almost closed as your hand worked from his base to his tip, stopping at the leaking head with a smile before beginning to rub him quickly with the pads of two of your fingers. He jolted forward slightly with a sigh of pleasure, grabbing at your wrist to make sure your hand stayed exactly where he wanted it.

Your hand barley moved as your fingers swirled over his tip, you could feel his precum beginning to soak through his boxers and onto his shorts leaving a sticky feeling on your working fingers. His grip on your arm tightened, nails digging into you as he approached his high, moving too much in his seat and drawing your friends attention. Just as the coil in his lower stomach snapped, he was painting the inside of his shorts and boxers white, panting and biting his lips to suppress sounds while imagining you cleaning him with your tongue.

As his eyes refocused, JJ took account of the quiet scene unfolding on the TV and the questioning, almost mocking eyes of his friends. He chuckled upon noticing you were suddenly shy again, avoiding making eye contact by turning to him with pleading eyes. Another thing he loved, how you acted so innocent for everyone but him.

“We’re gonna go….um….take a nap” JJ lies, standing quickly as though the obvious dark spot on his khaki shorts was invisible, grabbing your hand aggressively and tugging you behind him over the couch.

“Yeah okay, just don’t “nap” too loudly we still have movies to finish out here,” Pope shouted, laughing with your friends as your face burned, JJ quickly led you into the other room and towards the bed, slamming the door loudly and making it quite obvious what would be happening.

“Those two can’t keep their hands off of each other, they’re like rabbits I swear.” John B stated with a chuckle and a shake of his head as he and Sarah migrated to the coach to claim the seats you and JJ had just vacated.

“Oh shut up John B, you two are way worse.” Kie jokingly snapped between laughs as she, Pope and the loved birds refocused on the movie, turning up the volume expectantly as the laughs died down.

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[little-emerald-snake]

Smutmas Day 25

“Louder, I want them to hear you.” - Sebastian Sallow X F!MC

🔥NSFW 🔞 MDNI

560 words

Warnings: jealousy sex, unprotected p-in-v, loud sex

Sebastian had her pinned up against the wall, his hips crashing against hers as she bit into her bottom lip, trying to hold back the cries of pleasure that threatened to spill.

They were in the boys' Slytherin dorms which, while nice, weren’t the best insulated places for discreet sex. Sebastian had insisted on not using a silencing charm when he’d caught one of the older Slytherin boys talking to her.

He wanted them to hear her, unashamed that he made her feel so good. Laying his claim to her for nearly the whole common room to hear as he wrapped a fist around her hair, angling her head back to gain access to her neck.

Her moans and gasps were louder now, much to her embarrassment. It caused her cheeks to flame with shame. She knew she would have to face many of these boys again and knowing that they likely have heard her getting what could only be described as the best dick if her life, was not making it easy for her.

She still did her best to hold back but then Sebastian changed the angle of his hips, rutting the swollen head of himself directly against her g spot. The new angle had her seeing stars and she quickly forgot all about subtlety as cries of passion left her lips.

He grunted behind her, palming her breast with his free hand while thinking of anything and everything to keep himself from exploding inside of her. “You better fucking reach between your legs and rub that sensitive little clit for me.”

The command that came out as a growl had her shaking as on hand left the door she was pinned against, sliding it down and settling between her legs where she gently rolled her fingers over the sensitive little bud.

The slapping sounds of their skin mingled like a symphony with the increased wetness of her pussy. She gasped, cried, spasmed around him and he squoze his eyes shut, willing himself all the Slytherin ambition he could summon to last just a bit longer. “Come on, love. Louder. I want them all to hear you taking my cock.”

Both pitch and octave rose as his hand left her hair and pushed her into a bent position against the door. He fucked her wildly, groaning when he felt her fingers between her legs still rubbing away rapidly.

He felt the telltale flutters of her walls and knew this was it. She was practically screaming in ecstasy, cheek pressed against the door as she wailed for him. “Seb-ah! Sebastian! Fuck! I-I’m gonna cum! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!!”

He growled loudly, fucking her as she shattered around him, pussy so tight he could swear her pussy was charmed just to milk him dry. His own cum spurting deep inside of her as she went limp from exhaustion against the dorm door.

He stilled inside of her, letting himself fill her as her legs gave out and he fought to keep them both upright as they recovered from the mind blowing sex they’d just had.

When they finally did leave the room, the stares they received were enough to turn her pink with shame. Sebastian’s own grin was wide and proud as he walked her out without a care in the world.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy smut #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #writing challenge #smutmas 2023 #smutmas #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow smut

[lipglossanon]

12 Days of Smutmas

hello there! @ao3-rex1223 and I are collabing this month for Smutmas! 💜

starting 14 December, there will be a new fic from one of us! each fic will be clearly labeled, but just to reiterate it’s 18+ so MDNI if you don’t like the material, don’t read it! Hope you all enjoy! Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays! 😘 <List will be updated as we go along!>

🎄14 December

ao3 rex - Turn Me On To Turn Me On || Android!Leon x fem!reader

🎄15 December

Breeding Kink || Subby Stepbro!Leon x fem!reader

🎄 16 December

ao3 rex - 3 Of A Kind || Leon x fem!reader x Chris

🎄17 December

Cock Worship || Shape Shifter/Wendigo!Leon x fem!reader

🎄 18 December

ao3 rex - Tell Me How You Feel || Psychiatrist!Leon x fem!reader

🎄19 December

Thigh Riding || Priest!Leon x fem!reader

🎄 20 December

ao3 rex - True Friends || Best Friend!Leon x fem!reader

🎄21 December

Period Sex || Puppy!Leon x fem!reader

🎄 22 December

ao3 rex - Twist My Words || Professor!Leon x fem!reader

🎄23 December

Have To Be Quiet/Not Get Caught || Stepdad!Leon x fem!reader

🎄 24 December

ao3 rex - ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas || Ex Husband!Leon x fem!reader

🎄25 December

Biting/Marking || Vampire!Leon x fem!reader

dividers: firefly-graphics

#lipglossanon #ao3rex #12 days of smutmas #12 days of smutmas 2023 #smutmas 2023 #lipglossanon masterlist #collaboration #author collab #priest!leon s kennedy #shape shifter/wendigo!leon s kennedy #puppy!leon s kennedy #vampire!leon s kennedy #stepdad!leon s kennedy #subby stepbro!leon s kennedy #fem!reader

[cupcakeinat0r]

Broadway Baby ch.2

Happy New Year, Pookies!!! Here, as a treat<3

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

Summary: The new patron has a thing for you.

Warnings: NSFW, masturbation, mutual pining, and fluff ( a lil more plot building still, sorryyyy <3 )

Tags: sugar daddy AU, Miguel is a lonely+horny Dilf (not for long), reader is latina-coded (written by a Latina), yummy age gap

Word count: 5k

Ch. 1

“She’s very pretty”, “She is, isn’t she?” Miguel responds to his enthused daughter. The whole way home, she went on and on about the show they had just watched, the main item of her praise being you.

Her little voice, filled to the brim with elation, yapping about the way you danced and “how high her legs can go!”, your effortless pirouettes, the effortless vocal olympics, and your convincing storytelling that had Gabriella hanging onto every single word you delivered. Little did Gabriella know that her father was watching with the same amount of revere, only difference is his eyes may or may not have gotten stuck on your sculpted legs and fat ass a few times. His thoughts had strayed in those moments, imagining what great pillows your thighs and juicy derrière would make. He’d rub his stubble as he fantasized about stuffing his face between them, eating your pussy out like a wild animal until his face was covered in your juices. He clenched his jaw trying to dismiss any other lewd thoughts and actually pay attention to the plot of the story.

Once Gabriella was bathed, changed into her unicorn pjs, was read her bedtime story and given her goodnight kiss, Miguel turns the lights out, retiring to his study; a corner of the house that he spent majority of his time in.

It was no question that Miguel felt lonely for the past 4 years, and in these hours late in the night, he felt especially lonesome. As he walked through his two story, million-dollar home toward his study, it was very quiet. It felt cold and empty. Miguel stops and looks around at the living room, hands on his hips, letting out a discontented sigh, the only light coming from the moon through the glass sliding doors leading to the enormous backyard.

It was like this every night for the past 4 years.

He’d pick up Gabriella from either day care or her grandma’s place, feed his child, prepare her for bed, then go to his study to do even more work, his only motivation being to provide for his precious daughter; his entire world and reason for living. Days like these where he was able to take Gabriella out for daddy-daughter dates weren’t as frequent as he wanted them to be. When those days did come, though, that was him driving her all over the city to do whatever her little heart desired. Ice cream. New dolls. The Park. If she named it, she’d have it.

He turned the light of his office on, then plopped down on his leather chair, tired eyes boring into a computer screen. This man had horrible posture. Normally, he’d be able to accomplish a couple of hours worth of work then head to bed, but he’s sat there for like 15 minutes, and hasn’t even done a single thing. His mind was on something else.

He turned from the computer and grabbed his phone sitting next to him. He unlocks it, going to the photo app and pulling up the picture he took about an hour ago.

The photo of you and Gabriella.

His tired eyes faintly lift, his lips curling into a soft smile. Still holding onto the phone, he props his head onto his elbow on the desk, his hand resting against his chin and mouth, staring at you.

Your smile is the first and foremost thing he notices, studying and admiring it. Your soft and full lips carving into the most gorgeous smile, one that he could’ve sat and stared at all night long. The way your eyes sparkled, falling on the camera beautifully.

You just emanated this warm glow that he felt like he needed more of; the very thing the house was lacking.

He then studied your body, remembering the way it looked up close when you had stood from kneeling for Gabriella and thanked him for coming to the show. All the right curves in all the right places. The way your leggings hugged your hips, the crease where the top of your thighs and butt met, resembling an upside down heart. Your thick thighs that looked like they belonged to a goddess. You were a total babe.

An idea flickered in his head.

He sat his phone down, returning to the computer and started typing. Hunched over the keyboard, he typed in your full name, remembering it from the playbill that Gabriella kept showing him before and after the show, clicking ‘search’ and finding all that he could get his hands on.

Mans was down bad. If only he knew you were on the other side of the city thinking of him, in bed, your hand in your panties rubbing your wet clit, breathlessly moaning out ‘daddy’ while replaying the same 2 seconds you had with him in your mind because that’s all you had to cling onto.

He managed to find a ton of stage pictures of you, a few premiere photos, as well as some modeling gigs you did a while back. Mierda, Que hermosa (fuck, how beautiful), he whispers to himself.

He also found a couple of videos of you, too. He immediately clicks on one of them, it being an interview for one of the shows you did last year. You were so adorable. He couldn’t help but fold his arms on the table and rest his head there, watching the video completely smitten by you and your little mannerisms, your accent, and soft giggles. You were so humble and down to earth, yet you demanded respect and exuded power. Fuck, it was hot.

It’s been a minute since Miguel had been back in the dating realm, but he needed to get to know you so badly. Even just a chance with you. He didn’t know you, the only insight to your personality being all the interviews he just binged watched, but he felt like you were just perfect. It was like a thousand hands pushing him toward you.

Adding another tab on his computer, he researched the theater that you were currently working for. He reads that they were looking for a new patron…

Who better than the CEO of Alchemax, right?

Miguel sits back with a smug look in his face, his hands floating to the back of his head as he relishes in his newfound pursuit. The opportunity was too good to pass up. Your theater will definitely be receiving a call in the morning.

Just as he was about to exit out of all his tabs and head to bed, the tab on you made him do a double take. There was a video he missed, one of you doing choreography… the thumbnail showing you in six inch heels and nothing but a sports bra, fishnets, and a thong.

It was a hip-hop heel class you had taken recently in the city. Your friend was the choreographer, and they were always so fun to attend! Miguel clicked on it instantaneously, curious as to what it was. The video starts, and the next thing he knows, all of his blood is rushing toward his cock. You were a little too good at throwing it back, hitting the splits like it was nothing, your long dark hair all tussled and messy. He could feel the crotch of his pants tightening, his breathing becoming labored. You occasionally would stare into the camera with the most seductive glare, his manhood twitching in his pants at the sight. You were mouth-watering. He bit at his bottom lip, hand gradually making its way under the table and mindlessly unbuckling his pants. God, how he wished he would’ve said something back at the theater when you were signing Gabri’s playbill. Maybe he would’ve gotten your number or at least something, then taken you out for the boujiest dinner, send Gabriella to her grandma’s so that he could fuck you dumb in his bed afterward, telling you that you can dance, sing, or act all you want for who ever, but at the end of the day, this pussy was his.

But no. He wussed out and stayed quiet, so now he’s in his study, watching you shake hella ass for the camera, head thrown back, murmuring curse words in Spanish, his thick, angry cock freed from the restraint of his slacks, and his thumb circling his already dripping tip, teasing himself before pumping real slow and trying his very best to replicate how it would’ve felt had it been your plump ass bouncing on his dick instead of his hand.

“Mierda, necesito ese coño tan mala… ah fuck…”

(Need that pussy so badly)

He’d periodically look down at the screen to watch the way your body grinded and jiggled, the slick sound of pre-cum against his calloused hand and his own groans filling the study. His pace on his girthy cock quickened as he got close, the other hand white knuckling his leather chair, and his brows furrowing in pleasure as he got more and more desperate.

“Aw f-fuck, fuck, fuckk-…” he whimpered through gritted teeth as he neared his peak. His hips lazily bucked into his fist once, twice, and three times until he came, strings of come spilling back on his hand, lap, and lower abdomen.

Miguel was a horny man with a capital H. The poor guy hasn’t had sex in 4 years… he has needs. As a matter of fact, this was a nightly thing, this just so happens to be the first time he had a specific person in mind, that person being you.

Yes, he might be the most eligible bachelor in Nueva York (and the richest), but Miguel has his reasons for being single all these years. Like you, Miguel was a picky guy, especially since Gabriella is in his life.

For starters, he didn’t want to rush into any relationship. Moving on from the death of his wife was already hard enough. Then, actually getting a second date after sharing that he had a daughter was almost impossible, so he sort of stopped trying at some point. And most importantly, Miguel wanted someone that was willing to love Gabriella like she was their own. He wanted someone that Gabriella would approve of more than anything, because the last thing he wants is for Gabriella to feel like she has a ‘wicked step-mother’ like the ones she watches in her cartoons. These reasons and a bunch of others were factored into why he hasn’t been in the game, until you, that is.

So far, you seemed to check all of his boxes.

What he wants to know is if he checks all of yours… and he’ll find out soon. He just had to be patient now.

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Here he stands, on the stage with you, the cast, and your director. He’s just dropped 10k on the house, with two conditions that he:

- Gets a say in casting

- And has access to the theater

In return, the house gains an extremely lucrative patron and a very good business man. It was a win-win deal.

Being a geneticist, he didn’t know the first thing about theater. He’ll deal with that later. The mission at hand was to get your attention.

Whilst your director introduces him to the cast, his eyes travel across the stage and it’s actors, seeking out your beautiful self.

There you are.

Both of your eyes meet, and after smiling back at him, you look away, flustered. He was happy to know he had an effect on you. His eyes traveled down your figure. If this is how you dressed for rehearsals, he wanted to be present for all of them. Still looking down at the floor, bashfully smiling, you can feel your body heating up, an effect of Miguel’s eyes trailing all over you. You feel naked and like your under a magnifying glass.

He quickly had to refocus himself, almost forgetting he was there when he hears the director call his name.

Once Miguel gives his few words, your director sends you all back to rehearse. Miguel takes a seat amongst the ocean of velvet chairs. He can afford to spend an hour or two to observe. He was the CEO of his company, anyways. He was his own boss. He could do whatever he wanted.

Now you were getting nervous. Had you known he’d be sitting in and watching, you would’ve tried a little harder on your outfit and makeup.

You try to disguise your timidity as tunnel-vision focus as you finish stretching for the day, your eyes maintaining an inward gaze. As a little treat, you decide to show off a bit. A small, spontaneous burst of boldness, if you will. You get into your splits, leaning your head back and lifting your back foot, so that they meet in the middle. You do the same for the other side. Next, you hit your middle split, chin on the floor and all. And last but certainly not least, you stand on your feet, and while balancing on one foot, you lift the other so that your knee meets your chest, and extending it into a beautiful leg extension hold.

You do all this and act as if Miguel isn’t right there, practically drooling. It was like you were putting on a little show for him.

You lil minx.

And it succeeds it’s job, too. Seeing how bendable and supple you were, Miguel is literally losing his mind, going rock hard in his pants. Good to know he could bend you into a pretzel as he bullies his cock into your luscious cunt. Thank God he decided to sit a few rows back because surely someone would’ve noticed the tent forming on his thigh.

After finishing your stretch, you stole a quick glance his direction, averting your gaze just as hastily. He had that same cold stare that he had when walking in. He was a bit hard to read, but the hopeless romantic in you wanted to keep trying to get his attention without having to outwardly ask for it. You had hoped that those smiles he had given you last night and this morning were something more than just friendly.

“Alright, guys, gals, n’ everyone in between, let’s take it from Act I, scene 3, please. The blocking for that was iffy last night, I just want to go over it and drill it real quick.”

Just your luck. The starring man of your sexual fantasies shows up to your place of work and the first thing you’re asked to do is your solo. Just great.

He was here last night watching you, you can perform in front of him again. Not that deep.

You’ve literally been performing for almost 7 years now, you should be over that “stage fright” phase by now. At least you thought you did until this fine ass man showed up. Now you were shaking like a leaf. You swallow your doubts down, taking front and center. You can’t see it due to the intensity of the stage lights drowning everything out, but Miguel smirks as he sees you take your place, his crimson eyes not looking at you but looking into you. If it was up to him, the whole show would just be you.

The accompanist starts the song. You take a breath, and you just let go.

Like always, your voice is divine. The vibrato fills the room, your dynamics are bewitching, and your tone provides tranquility. You really were an angel up there. Miguel relaxes in his seat, his face muscles unwinding from how peaceful your voice sounds. He honestly could listen to you all day. He closes his eyes, creating a scenario of you and him in his home. He’s imagining you singing just like this, but with Gabriella in your arms, who is falling asleep peacefully. He smiles at the thought as he takes in your angelic voice. He’s startled by an eruption of applause and hollering. That’ll be your cast mates cheering you on for your performance, meaning your song was over. Miguel begins clapping as well.

“Good girl, y/L/n! As for Soraya, Vincent, and Mira, y’all’s port de bras were still a bit off-“, the director continues giving notes to your other costars as you break from the rest of the group, going on a water break. As you take a sip, you take a look over at Miguel, who happened to also be looking at you at the same time, so you immediately look away.

Go say something, idiota! (Idiot) You yell at yourself in your head. You should! The man has been eyeing you since he walked in here. He won’t you!!!

Stop acting like a child and say hi. You’re literally just gonna say hi. That’s all. Can’t possibly mess that up.

You’re already walking in his direction, rehearsing the different potential opening lines over and over again in your head.

Miguel sees you walking toward him in his peripheral, and he mentally celebrates. To be honest, he had actually planned on coming to you first, but he was just waiting until you weren’t busy with rehearsal. He’d hate to interrupt your work, but with you coming over, he wasn’t gonna protest.

The sooner, the better.

As you near his vicinity, your heart beat quickens. You hated initiating conversation. 99% of the time, you didn’t even know if what you were saying made sense, but you felt like you had to say something, even if it was a simple ‘thank you’ for his generosity toward the show and the house.

He sees you approaching him, offering you a warm smile as he sits back on his seat. You accidentally look down and see the way his jeans strain around his thick thighs and his still very obvious excitement, and Miguel catches this, quickly covering his hard dick by crossing his legs.

Dirty girl. You’re not as innocent as you look.

You immediately look back up and you’re now standing in front of him.

Act like you’re normal, Puta! (Bitch)

You push any and all anxiety downwards in your body and give him a cheesy smile best described as one that customer service workers give. It doesn’t matter that you were terrified of socializing, it’s time to put those acting skills to work and portray the most sociable person possible.

“Hi! Gabriella’s father, right?”

Miguel stands from his seat with a smile, dwarfing you when he does. “Yea, that’s me! Last night, she couldn’t stop talking about the show or about you. You made her night. It was a struggle getting her to fall asleep, actually.” He ends with a chuckle. It was such a simple gesture, but it was one that could’ve made you fold like a beach chair. You chuckle as well, your hands slightly shaking from the possibility of stuttering or stumbling on your words like you normally did when nervous. English wasn’t your first or strongest language.

Which, if you did, Miguel would’ve thought it was incredibly adorable.

“Aw, I’m glad she enjoyed it! As for bedtime, I guess I’ll take the blame, sorry for that!” You finish with a giggle, your voice as sweet as sugar. When talking to someone new, you always had that Disney princess voice. You don’t why, it’s just a habit. Miguel finds it cute, your breathiness and sweetness going straight to his cock, so that’s a plus.

“No, please, no need to apologize, really. Seeing her like that makes me happy. Thank you for that, and… for saying all those things about ‘following her dreams’. You know, I’m always telling her she could be whatever she wants, but it’s different when you hear it from someone else, someone you idolize. It also means a lot to her to see someone who looks like her on the stage, so… thank you for doing that for my daughter.”

He speaks so gently with you, a completely different tone from what he had used earlier this morning when speaking to the cast and director (and at his work, but you didn’t know that). You’re having to listen with even more intention than normal since if you don’t, you might get lost in those kissable lips of his. It was starting to get annoying. How dare he have those plump lips and you can’t kiss’em.

“Awe, oh my goodness, it’s my pleasure. That’s why I do what I do!” You say with a wide smile, which softens when you meet his gaze. You can feel yourself begin to calm down around Miguel.

“Well, now it’s my turn to thank you. I just wanted to let you know how appreciative I am. I know I can speak on behalf of the cast and crew and say that… we’re all extremely thankful of your generosity. It means a lot to us.” You fiddle with you fingers a bit as you speak, your eyes occasionally meeting the mahogany of his gaze before shying away again.

Miguel’s face softens at your gratitude and your evident shyness. Now he’s the one looking down with a giddy smile. His smile alone made your pussy quiver. Something’s meowing down there.

“You’re very welcome. After last night’s performance, I had to get involved. Besides…” he took a step closer, prompting you to look up at him, your smile faltering as your nerves fired up again. He was looking down at you, those broad shoulders practically casting a shadow over you, with that intense glare again, like you were forbidden fruit. You looked nervous with those innocent doe eyes, but on the inside, you’d never been more aroused in your life.

“I had to repay you somehow.” He says with a rather husky tone. You can only achieve a meek smile, your thoughts running with the multiple ways you wanted to be held by this man. With how low and gravel his voice sounded, something within you was unleashed; something that you’ve never experienced before. You could feel a flipping sensation in your stomach. You could’ve sworn your cunt was throbbing. You’ll have to change your thong for sure after this.

“I, um- well- thank you!” Is all you get out. Your mouth felt dry.

Muy bien trabajo, pendeja (Very good work, stupid).

“Well… sorry, I should probably get back to work“, you stutter. “Oh, of course, please, no need to say sorry. I should be the one apologizing for keeping you from rehearsing, sweetie.” He says, his hand grazing your side, making that area of your body tingle. Oh, your knees almost gave out. You had to escape the scene immediately or else you’ll burst right then and there.

You’re almost turning to walk away, giving him a small wave when his hand reaches for it.

“Encantada, y/n (nice to meet you) .” He says, the breath of his voice tickling your hand before planting a soft kiss. He pulls away with a small smack. The way his eyes peer from under his lashes as he holds your hand for a moment is making you melt. He stands straight again so that he could go back to his seat, and you return to the rehearsal.

“Egualmente, Mr. O’Hara.” (Likewise)

You’re gonna need new panties.

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As the days go by, Miguel starts showing up to rehearsals more and more. The two of you had this unspoken routine; the occasional glances you’d steal of one another, the ‘accidental’ brushing of hands, etc. As a matter of fact, you two have formed a bond, having short conversations here and there during breaks and intermissions. Miguel had become interested in your background, how you got into this industry, what training was like, and sooner or later, he’d start asking more personal questions. Questions like how’d you grow up, what you do outside of theater, etc. You were really glad to be able to connect over being Latin, sharing one another’s experiences that were unique to being Hispanic.

Yes, you were glad, but you were also a bit disappointed. You’d started forming a major crush on the older man, and it didn’t help that every night you came home, you’d lay in bed and fuck yourself with your fingers wishing it was his much thicker ones. If he hasn’t made a move at this point, surely it meant this was all he saw you as. A friend. You were being antsy, though. It’s only been, like, a week since he’s become the patron. You were over thinking again.

Miguel was just as happy to have gotten to know you. With each conversation he had with you, he was just falling deeper and harder. He had you right where he wanted you. It was only a matter of time before he asks you out. His patience was wearing thin, though, as he fucked into his hand each night pretending it was you. He’d call out your name, imagining how tight and warm that cute pussy of yours would be. He often wondered if you tasted as sweet as your personality. His dick leaks with precum just at the thought of it. He just had one more thing up his sleeve…

One afternoon, the show was cancelled due to technical difficulties, so you decided to rehearse in the studio backstage. You were practicing your solo, playing on the piano as you accompany yourself.

Being deep in your own mind, you didn’t realize that someone had walked in on you during the second verse, the tall figure leaning against the door frame as they watch. When you were finished singing your song, you hear clapping that scares the living daylight out of you.

“Oh!” You instantly jump up onto your feet, startled.

“Ay, perdoname (oh, forgive me), I didn’t mean to scare you.” He chuckles with his hands raised in surrender.

You let out a heavy sigh of relief, a small laugh falling from your lips as you do, “oh, it’s alright, don’t worry. I was just practicing.” You say, a shade of pink beginning to form on your cheeks. Miguel walks over to you, leaning on the other side of the piano. He wears a suit and tie, muscles bulging out of his shirt and pants, and his hair neatly slicked back. It takes everything to not reach out and touch them. He’s doing this on purpose. It’s not fair.

“I was dropping off another check to the directors and chatting with them for a bit just now, then I heard the most beautiful sound from backstage as I was leaving, so I had to investigate.” Miguel shoots you a knowing smirk, the ones that always made your knees buckle. You giggled, looking down again as to avert you blush from his gaze. “Oh, you’re just saying that.”

“I’m serious, y/n. You’re extremely talented. I’ve actually been meaning to ask you…”, he rubs the back of his neck.

Oh god, this is it. This is the moment.

“… if you give lessons?”

Wait, what?

“Como?” (What?)

“Well, you’re obviously multitalented and have an extraordinary gift, and I was wondering if maybe you’d give lessons to Gabriella, if you’ll have her?” You only look at him blankly, trying to process his words.

“I’d pay you, of course. Name your price, anything. You would come over and teach her. She’s been dying to learn and I was hoping to give this to her as her birthday present coming up.”

You cleared your throat. This was not what you were expecting.

“I-I don’t really teach… um… H-however,” you looked at Miguel’s eyes, and they were almost pleading you to take this offer. Gabriella seemed like an adorable little girl as well. Before you could finish your response, Miguel adds, “And just to make sure you have time for the lessons, I’ll pay you way more than what the diner is paying you right now, so you could leave that job if you’re comfortable with that.” This offer is sounding even more enticing.

You giggle at his eagerness. “Well, what I was going to say was, it’d be an honor. Gabriella seems like a total angel, and I’d love to teach her.” Miguel smiles warmly at your acceptance. “muchas gracias, y/n. I really appreciate this. Now, let’s talk business-“

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly name a price, I-I would even do it for free-“ Miguel waves his hands at you, brows furrowed, “Absolutely not. I wanna give you what you deserve. Name your price.” You think hard for a moment. You think back to your older friends who’ve been teaching young children for years and what prices they charged. You hated asking people for money. You hesitantly propose a starting price. “Seeeventy?” Miguel raised his eyebrow at this. “Is that for a one hour lesson?” “Claro (of course), I’d be teaching her one hour of piano once a week.” Miguel chuckles at this which confuses you. You’re so cute. So innocent.

“Alright, sweetie, let’s take that seventy and triple it, because I’d like for you to come in three times a week. One for piano. One for dance. One for voice. Let’s call it $600 per week.” Now you were the one chuckling. “Mira (look), I’m no mathematician, but last I checked, seventy times three does not equal 600.” He shrugs. “I might’ve rounded up a bit.” You shot him a concerned and confused look. “Look, sweetheart, I can afford it. Let me give this to you, por favor?” You felt bad. You didn’t want to take advantage of him, but he seemed like he really wanted to give this to you for whatever reason. Maybe since you’ve been a good friend?

“Wow, Mr. O’Hara-“ “Please. Miguel.”

“Well, Miguel, this is extremely generous of you. I-I don’t know what to say.” “Just say you’ll accept.” He says with a soft smile, his hand out for you to shake. You look down at it. You gently reach out, his hand taking yours and it feeling severely small in his. You both shake hands when you almost get lost in each others eyes. His hand feels so warm.

It’d look better around my neck.

You feel his thumb softly rub a circle on your hand. You both kinda wanna stay here, but you end up shying away, clearing your throat, “well, I look forward to coming in…?” “Tomorrow. Are you available tomorrow?” “Sure!” “Awesome. Here, add your number.” He says, giving you his phone. As you excitedly add your number, you both bask in this newfound partnership.

“Great. I should be getting back to the lab now, there’s this important project I should be overseeing.” “Oh, please! Go!,” you say, shooing him away, “Break a leg!” You use theater talk, which Miguel has been getting a hang of. He lets out a small laugh as he leaves. “Gracias, hermosa (thank you, beautiful),” he winks at you.

You blush at the sudden nickname and flirtatious gesture. The way his low, stern voice calls you little pet names creates a pool in your panties. You give him a small wave as you watch him leave. Your eyes never fail to fall on his irresistible tight butt. It should be a crime for a man to look this good.

Miguel leaves the theater feeling like a total champ. Everything is going along just like he hoped they would with you. Now he was gonna see how you were with Gabriella.

Then he’ll make his move.

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Hope you enjoyed!!! I promise, there’ll be toe-curling smut in the next chapter<3 Imma make it up to y’all<3

Hope u liked it. Until the next chapter, mwah <3

Ch. 1

Ch. 3

- Princess<3

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[first-edition]

Moon boys (Steven grant/ Marc Spector/Jake lockley X Fem! Reader)

Sum- Night before christmas your husbands give you a special gift.

Warnings- Oral sex (fem recv.), SEX. P-in-V, Unprotected, rough sex, hair pulling, light slapping, squirting, mirror kink (if you squint.), riding, pet names, mention of both male and female parts, cussing, 18+ language and themes, after care, long intercourse, hickies, my ditty google translate Spanish. (Sorry)

SMEI-PROOF-READ sorry for errors (suck it up)

THIS IS NOT INTENDED FOR THOSE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 READ WITH CAUTION AND HAPPY SMUTMAS.

Sitting on the bed, legs crossed, you watch as Steven feeds his fish the premium fish food he got for christmas. 

“There you go gus…special food.” he says watching him eat it. 

“What are you doing baby?” Marc speaks as he stands putting the food to the side. 

“Nothing.. Just watching you both talk to the fish.” you smile looking up to him as he walks to you standing in front of you. 

“I got all the presents wrapped and under the uh…tree.” you say looking over at the fake little tree that sits on a box in the corner of the room. 

“Hmm. Steven not get a real one this year?” he asks you to shake your head. 

“It's okay though.” you say scooching back onto the bed as he kneels on it the covers dipping under his weight. His lips connect with yours as you both share a passionate kiss. 

His lips move to your jaw line. 

“Fuck…you smell so good.” he grunts into your neck leaving sloppy kissing behind. His hands move under your shirt. You feel his calloused fingers against the skin of your waist moving higher to connect to your breast as his thumb brushes over your nipple. 

“I know you feel so much better.” he says gruffly in your ear causing blush to attack your face your breathing speeding up. You take his face in your hands connecting his lips with yours. His hand leaves your chest and moves to your thigh pulling your legs apart lifting your leg up and around his waist holding onto your thigh before leaning back from your lips and pulling off his shirt. 

His scarred, ripped chest mouthwatering to your sight. He pulls off his belt discarding it and his shirt somewhere in the room. He comes right back to your lips kissing you deeply breathing in your scent. Your hands feel along his skin. Breaking the kiss for s second once more to pull your shirt off your breast free nipple harder from both arousal and cold air. Youre left in your small christmas themed panties. 

“Imma give you over to steven baby huh?” Marc speaks lowly, glazing in the mirror after Stephen was yelling at him to go first. 

“M-marc.” you breathly speak. He kisses down your body since they've learned to shift without it looking like a seizure; it's seamless to his voice shifting into Steven's sweet English accent. 

“I'm going to take these off now, love.” he speaks softly which makes you giggle at his politeness where Mark would rip them off without asking. 

You nod to him and he pulls off your panties, mouth watering at the sight of you always so wet and ready for him. 

Before any other word or action can be done he grips your thighs throwing them over his shoulders and diving face first into your cunt his skilled tounge immedtley finding your clit suckling and swirling. 

“A-ah! f-Fuck! Ste-steven!” you scream out in pure pleasure of a moan as you weren't expecting such pleasure so fast it shocked you. He answers you with a moan, the vibration hitting a new type of nerve. 

Your hand finds his hair gripping his fluffy curls, your other hand gripping the bed sheet under you, your back arching. His tongue dips into your entrance back to your clit over and over as your writhe in pleasure. He will never miss the chance to eat you out so good you go absolutely brain dead for him. 

Marc should be waiting in his headspace but he sits in the reflection with Jake, arms crossed, watching as you moan and whine under Steve's firm grip holding onto your thighs. The sight of his alter makes you feel the best turning him on even more. Making him more excited for his turn. 

“St-steven..ah sl-slow down. Ngh!” you gasp out back arching as you feel your climax approaching. But he does the exact opposite and wraps his arms around each thigh sitting up kneeling sitting back on his heels pulling your body up with him your lower half off the bed. 

You gasp as you make eye contact with him, his eyes dark and lust blows before your eyes roll back cumming into your husband's mouth. 

You grip the sheets tightly as your orgasm washes over you. Giving your cunt one last drag lick of his tongue does he carefully set you down licking his lips before wiping his mouth like he just devoured his dinner. 

You pant fuck out already with out even any dick. Steven glances at the mirror and Marc fronts getting up off the bed pulling off his pants, his already hardened cock leaking and twitching in his grasp. 

“You ready for round two baby?” he asks not really wantign an answer as he’ll fuck you anyway. 

“Wh-what?” you ask not to hear him. But before you can decipher the message he pulls your legs again rubbing his tip up and down against your used slit. You flinch in pleasure as he brushes over your stimulated clit. 

“Come here honey.” he says taking your arms placing them around his neck as he allows you to brace for the fucking hes gonna give you. 

He slides in easily as you were well teased before. Bottoming out in you in no time he begins to thrust up into you. 

“Shit…” he groans, feeling you clench down around him. Your nails dig into his skin as he fucks you into the mattress.

“Ma-a-a-arc!” you moan out as he impales you over and over his member is perfect in every way filling you so good. 

“You fucking slut baby, my fucking slut huh?” he groans. 

“yes - ah -y-yours.” you moan uncontrollably as he pulls your leg over his shoulder kissing and marking up your inner thigh. He pants and groans at your pulsing walls as he takes you over and over. 

He leans back slighting allowing his hand to dip between you his thumb connecting to your overly sensitive clit and with a view rubs you cum on his cock mouth opening into an o face beautifully contorting. Your clenching cunt around him makes Marc cum deep into you with a moan. 

He lets go of your leg carefully taking it off his shoulder resting it on the bed making sure to stay in between your legs. He leans down to you kissing your face and neck making you giggle. Marc chuckles into your neck as you wrap your arms around him pulling him down to you.

“Don't say that,” he says. 

“I didn't say anything.” you speak. 

“Mm-mm not you baby, jake.” he says, glancing back at the mirror set up in the corner of the room, a hidden kink between the two of you.

You turn your head, you see you and Marc are still tangled in each other, you smirk before pushing Marc over to your on top of him. You look behind you at the mirror before Marc smacks his hand down on your ass making you gasp and giggle again. 

“Come on Jake, honey, if you got something to say. say it to my face…papi.” you joke the last word. The once soft placement of Marc's hand on your ass turns into a tight grip. 

“I was saying, that if you can smile and laugh you havent been fucked rough enough.'' Jake says you look down seeing your other lover. Hard blush now pasting your cheeks. 

“F-fuck.” you stutter not expecting him to actually front. Out of the three you rarely see jake he’ll only come out when both marc and steven arnt doing well and usually he’ll come out to give you the fucking of a life time. But on rare occasions he’ll join you in the shower just to run his hands along your body, tease you about and then help you dry and dress before cuddling for a bit before you wake up and either Marc or Steven are back. But goddamn is he good at after care.

His arm extends his hand wrapping around your throat snugly before he sits up. Your mouth falls agape. 

“What? No smile for me Princessa?” He says you give a cocky smile before he slaps your cheek, not enough to do any true damage but just enough for you to feel as it goes straight to your pussy again squeezing around his now hardened dick. 

“Smile again.” he says which comes out more like a threat as his lips grazing against your jaw line. You do so and in return get another slap making you giggle which pisses him off more he takes his other hand, the one he slapped you with, and pulls your head back by your hair causing a whimper out of you wiping the smile off your face. 

He takes his handoff your throat and moves it to your hip patting your skin speaking his accent strong. 

“Ride,” he speaks. You don't listen but once he gives a firm tug to your hair you whine and then move your hips forwards and back. His grip on your hair loses but not enough for you to look at him as you still look at the ceiling. 

“Arms behind your back, hold your elbows.” He instructs you to immediately list and put them behind your back, bending them and holding onto your own elbows to keep them there much like how he would time them with his belt. 

“Mm good girl.” he groans as your hips move against you forcing all of him to shift in you. Moving his hand from your hip to your breast he pinches your nipple playing with it while his mouth connects to the other one. 

“J-jake.” you gasp out. He tugs on your hair and bites your nipple. 

“Nuh uh!” he snaps at you. 

“P-papi.” you stutter out. 

He hums loosening the grip on your hair once again. 

“Come on princess, you can ride better than that. Marc and Steven had you being a pillow princess, with me, you're gonna work for it.” he says slowly. You pick up the pace but unfortunately you feel as though you're not going to last long. Not with your clit rubbing against him and his cock hitting the perfect spots. He can feel you clenching around him as your movement becomes sloppy he lets go of you completely and grips both your hips stopping you forcing you to freeze your motions panting in ecstasy. 

Your legs shake under you as your orgasm is put on hold. When your legs stop shaking and your breathing goes back to normal, Jake pats your thigh and lays back. 

“Go again.” he says, your eyes widened as you look at him. He raises his eyebrow at you, tightening his grip on your thigh. 

“¿Hice tartamudeo?” He asks you dont answer having known very very little Spanish or atleast what he's taught you. 

“Did I stutter whore?” he asks again not wanting to ask again. 

“No.” you answer only for a sting to hit your thigh as his hand slaps down against the skin. 

“No papi.” you fix your mistakes quickly. Your hips begin to move again keeping your arms behind your back once again feeling the slow eventual build up of an orgasm. Once again he stops you in your lust filled state feeling your cunt fluttering around him making him go crazy on how you please him with being so obedient to his commands. 

“Again,” he says. You let out a shaky breath and once again continue grinding against him. This time you reach your high faster but Jake can still tell but this time he doesn't stop you as he sees tears threatening at the corner of your eyes and your flushed body and worn out legs. 

You reach behind you taking your arms untangling them and bringing your hands up to his chest to support yourself. 

“Go on. Princessa cum for me hm?” he says as your nails dig into his chest making him groan in pleasure as you fuck yourself on him finally cumming. 

“My turn.” he chuckles and grips your hips and roughly thrusts up into you causing you to scream out a moan. Your head falls forward, your hair falling in front of your face as you take his cock once again.

His hand shifts again to your clit making sure to fully overstimulate you. You hear his moans underneath you as you feel his dick twitch inside you signally he’s close. 

“P-pa-api..ah ah!” you moan out the neighbors surely hearing you. 

“Come on princessa squirt on me! hacer un lío hacer un lío.” he speaks 

(make a mess)

“Agh fuck.” Jake groans out as he roughly thrusts up into you cumming deeply into you once again and as if on cue the last rub of your clit your body does exactly what he demanded. Your cunt squirts on him painting his abs.

He chuckles sitting up holding your head up from the back of your neck. Kissing your lips. 

“Good girl.” he says. Before carefully pulling you off him and setting you down he gets you going to the bathroom turning on the bathtub water before wetting a washcloth with the warm water cleaning off his stomach from you and his cum. Hurryign back to you he sees you breathing lightly fucked out laying on your side nude in bed. You're covered in hickies.

“Princess.” he speaks calmly as he pulls his boxers off the floor pulling them on. 

“Hey” he says moving your hair out of your face brushing his thumb against your cheek. You lean into his touch causing a smile to form on his face. 

“You alright?” he asks you to nod your head. 

“Come on.” he says, lifting you like a rag doll and pulling you up into his arms, lifting you off the bed before taking you to the bathroom to help clean up. He changes the sheets and helps you dry and dress before drifting back off to sleep with you. 

#steven grant #steven grant x reader #Steven grant x reader smut #moon knight fanfiction #Marc spector #marc spector x reader #Marc Spector x reader smut #Jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #jake lockely smut #jake lockley x reader smut #Moon knight smut #moonknight x reader smut #Moon boys x reader smut #Steven grant x Marc Spector x jake lockley x reader smut #Steven grant x Marc spector x jake lockley x reader #jelsasnowflakessmutmas #smutmas 2023

[animasola86]

Smutmas: A bloody mess

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader

Genre: Smut/Gore // Words: 1.7k // [Read on AO3!]

Warnings: NSFW! MDNI! Explicit sexual content! Blood kink! Period sex! Murder! (Killing poachers is not frowned upon!)

Synopsis: Diffindo is your favorite spell and all the poachers know about it, well, no, they are all dead. But you don't care, you'd rather engage in a blood covered quickie with your boyfriend.

Last warning: It is getting really messy (and gory and vulgar and filthy), you have been warned!

A bloody mess

You're a mess, inside and out, everything hurts, you're covered in blood from various sources and despite it all you have never felt more alive. Your voice echoes through the empty camp, the crate you're sitting on creaks dangerously with every forceful thrust as the boy in front of you holds onto your leg and drives his eager length into your eager hole, filling you with lust and anger and desperation for more.

Your fingernails dig into the old wooden box beneath you as you arch your head back and stare up through the canopy of the forest. The night seems darker than usual, yet there is a red hue all around you, you can almost taste it on your tongue. As your insides convulse, you let out a guttural groan that is answered by a grunt and soon after you find yourself pulled up against a slick body, held by a strong arm covered in cuts and bruises, and when you look at him, you see Sebastian smirking at you darkly.

Grabbing his bloody face with shaking hands, you don't care about any of it, you just need to taste and feel him, and you do as you claim his lips for a messy kiss, while he folds your body against his, your leg resting on his shoulder as he keeps pounding into you with fervour, your combined moans and groans swallowed by the other's mouth.

You hold onto him for dear life, your fingers digging into his sticky hair as you try to kiss him under the constant up and down, in and out of his thrusts, the strength he exerts against you like nothing you have ever experienced. But the pain that rushes through you is good pain, the best kind, the rewarding kind that builds and builds only to explode into nothing but pure bliss, over and over again, mirroring his frantic movements. Seconds you want to scream turn into seconds you can only moan, and then it happens again and again, always repeating.

Until your mind is completely empty and your body is absolutely useless and all you can do is hang in his embrace, whimper quietly, and let it happen.

You feel his hands cupping your ass before he grips at the soft flesh roughly, kneading and pulling your cheeks apart as he grunts against your mouth and lifts you off the crate and against his chest. Your arms wrap around his neck as you push yourself closer to him with the last bit of strength in your boneless body, while your head is spinning, the taste of metal and musk lingering on your tongue.

Moaning loudly and whimpering quietly, you feel him pushing deep with each frantic thrust, his cock plunging into your wet depths with reckless abandon. Your walls fluttering around him, your womb cramping and convulsing, you lean into the familiar sensation of painful pleasure, pleasurable pain, as your orgasm builds inside your aching stomach.

His grunts fill your ear and the stench of blood your nostrils as you bury your face in the crook of his neck, before you plant open-mouthed kisses over his pulse, his rapid heartbeat thrumming under your tongue. “Come for me, love,” you hear him groaning, his low voice gruff and demanding despite his words, as he grabs your ass firmer and teases his fingertips between your cheeks.

Shivers and shudders crash through your body as you comply, your face contorting in a mixture of agony and ecstasy as you lean your head back and find his dark gaze. The intensity in his eyes, his freckled face covered in blood, his messy hair even messier, all of it is enough to push you straight over the edge as the tension in your stomach explodes into a display of red-tinted lights, like blood spurting from an open wound.

You cry out as you come around him, your juices coating his front as he keeps pounding away relentlessly, the wet squelching sounds echoing through the quiet night. Your entire body spasms against him as you try to hold onto him while he fucks you through your release. Something warm and sticky drips down your rear, but you couldn't care less.

Finally the pleasure is bigger than the pain and you revel in it, your swollen lips pulled back to give him a tired smile before you collapse against him, your entire weight hanging in his strong arms as he continues to drive his length all the way into your quivering cunt until he lets out a low growl and with one final powerful thrust buries himself deep, prodding right against your cervix, and starts pumping his seed into your convulsing womb.

You moan under the sensation as he fills you up, his cock throbbing with each erratic squirt while he holds you tightly in his arms, his cheek leaning on your shoulder, his heavy breaths tickling your sensitive neck. After a moment of blissful ecstasy that vibrates through both of your bodies, he carefully sets you back on the crate and leans heavily against you, before he slowly pulls back, but not yet out of your clenching pussy.

Your shaking fingers dig into his hair, fingertips brushing against his scalp, as you lean in and shower his face with kisses, tasting blood and sweat and the cold night air on his heated skin. Your breaths slowly easing, while your heart still thunders away in your chest, you loosen your death grip around his neck and lean back fully, propped up on your arms as you watch him, your chest rising and falling fast, your breasts threatening to spill past your open shirt.

Sebastian looks at you with a smirk that never falters, his lips as swollen as yours, as he takes a small step closer, his cock pushing back in fully, eliciting a soft moan from you that is quickly swallowed by his eager mouth. Breathing heavily against each other, you feel yourself getting lost in his kiss all over again as he holds your face with both hands, determined to keep you boneless and light-headed.

You growl against him, playfully nibbling on his lower lip before you sink your teeth in it, causing him to flinch, but it doesn't stop him from kissing you more as the taste and feel of blood fills both of your mouths. Your senses are swimming, everything blurs into a moment of pure bliss and lust as you devour each other's lips.

In your combined haze you barely notice the footsteps behind you. Yet when a gruff voice echoes through the night, calling in disbelief: “What in Merlin's blasted beard happened here?”, you break from the heated kiss, your tongue licking over your raw lips. You both stiffen against each other for a second, before a rush of adrenaline crashes over you.

You look past Sebastian's shoulder and meet the disturbed gaze of a poacher who looks around the wrecked camp with wide eyes before staring at the two teenagers covered in blood and sweat, caught in a rather compromising position. Yet the thrill of it all, the stench of blood in your nostrils, the heat pulsing inside your core, the sight of several dead bodies scattered all around you, drives you on and even though your hand is shaking, you raise it and point your fingers at the shocked wizard who seems too appalled by everything to even react.

And then your voice splits the quiet night. “Diffindo!” You feel your magic rushing through your arm and with a flick of your finger you channel it forwards until the poacher is pushed back, stumbling, holding his cut throat as the spell slashes through the air around him. As you watch him fall to the ground, grunting and gurgling against the blood gushing out of his neck, fighting against inevitable death, you lick your lips and exhale loudly.

You feel Sebastian's chin resting on your shoulder after he turns his head away from the mess behind him. “You know, if I wouldn't be so extremely turned on by you and your bloodlust, I'd be really scared of you...” he chuckles against your ear before he nibbles on your earlobe playfully.

You place your tingling hand on his neck and rub soothing circles into his skin, calming him and yourself, before you grab his hair and pull his head back to make him look at you. He raises an eyebrow and gives you another smirk. You grimace at him and lean your head forwards until your mouths collide for a heated kiss. He indulges you and deepens the kiss with his tongue eagerly pressing against yours, your combined groans and moans quickly masking the noises of the dying poacher behind you.

When you finally break away, breathless and delirious, it is quiet again and you sigh deeply as you lean back on the crate once more, your eyes wandering down between your legs. He follows your unspoken request and slowly pulls his cock out of your tight embrace and you grunt under the sensation of your walls clenching around him as if they don't want him to go. You feel your insides convulsing and while you grit your teeth, you force yourself to jump off the wooden box and stand on trembling legs, before you feel something warm and sticky pumping out past your quivering folds.

You don't have to look to know that your thighs are covered in cum mixed with your own blood. You are a mess, an utter mess, yet when you look up at the boy who has placed his big warm hands on your waist, supporting you, looking at you out of dark eyes, you know it doesn't matter. You throw him an almost innocent smile, inviting him to lean in, and when he does you close your lips gingerly around his.

“Care for a skinny dip?” you breathe against his split lip, your eyes boring into his. “I could really use a scrub...”

He chuckles deeply against you and nods, giving you another peck, before he lifts you up onto his arms, ignoring the fluids leaking out of you. You nestle against him and sigh deeply, lovingly looking up into his bloody face as he carries you to the nearby river, stepping over the bodies of your victims whose blood is still seeping into the earth beneath them.

End notes: You know, I seldom find myself rereading my writings and think to myself: "Holy shit, this is fucked up!" Well, I did here, but I am not sorry. The filth has to go somewhere! Waking up and choosing violence has its appeal!

So originally this was just the intro scene for a much longer piece I had planned, but I had that WIP sitting around since I posted Pain Relief and never finished it. So instead of stressing and forcing myself to write more, it became this quick quickie.

I have to start writing shorter stuff anyway, so here we go. Also the idea for this came about after a little talk with the lovely @sallowslady who always surprises me with her brilliant and dirty mind, thank you so much for this and your continuous support! ❤️

Oh and not that it matters because this is plotless smut, but our dear reader can do wandless magic, okay? Of course she can! (And that has nothing to do with me, a lazy writer, not wanting to include the struggle to find her wand in that situation! Nope!)

Coincidentally, after I wrote this, I found a Smutmas prompts list that caters greatly to my writing wants/needs/habits and it so happens that the first day of Smutmas was (among other things) Period Sex. So there we go.

MASTERLIST - KINKTOBER - AO3

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow smut #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy smut #sebastian sallow x reader #reader insert #kinkmas #smutmas #tw: blood #tw: murder #tw: periods #smutmas 2023 #smutmas day 1

[saintbryde]

bound to the jinni | pt 3

Content Warnings | Tropes : breeding kink, noncon, dubcon, huge monster peen, somnophilia, sex slave and master dynamic, primal, dom/sub power exchange, squirting, creampie, fingering, bondage, drugged state from aphrodisiacs, instalove, raspberry sherbet flavored cum which is also an aphrodisiac

A/N : Please don’t use this as a reliable sex resource, the sex slave and master dynamic presented here is in no way meant to be a true representation of a healthy BDSM relationship

Parts: pt 4

Varcan never had such a vivid wet dream until he felt a body shift on top of him.

His eyes snapped open, finding Heather above him. Her face was flushed, pouty lips showing traces of his cum dripping down to her chest. He didn’t think it was possible to cum so hard and so much in his sleep—but Heather was full of surprises.

And waking up with Heather’s mouth on his cock certainly wasn’t on his bingo card. He felt special thinking Heather chose this method all on her own, that she wanted to suck him awake.

Now it was time to reward her for being such a good cock slut.

But before he could get up, Heather pushed him back, pinning him by his shoulders.

“Master.” She whined. “Fuck me like you own me. Fill me up with your cum until you’ve bred me. Please, I can’t stand my pussy being empty anymore.”

Varcan’s heart stopped. He almost came from the mere image of it—him on top of Heather, caging her in and rutting into her sweet pussy, her ass planted in the air for him. He knew his semen could have an aphrodisiac effect—but that was only possible if it was his mate. He was never letting Heather go now.

“Fuck, pet.” He groaned, brushing her cheek with his thumb. “That was so good of you to milk my cock in my sleep.” He pulled her in, kissing her deeply. “I can’t take it anymore, either. I’m going to breed you all day and night.”

“Yes.” she breathed, grinding her wet core against the head of his generous cock. There was one issue with fucking Heather, Varcan noted. He couldn’t fit inside her. At least not all of him. But if she was his mate, she’d expand for him. There was only one way to be sure. Heather’s dress was flimsy enough to be torn off, and she giggled as he trailed kisses down her face to her collar bone, mouth stopping at her breasts.

Varcan blew on her hard nipples, watching her squirm with anticipation. But then he felt Heather nudge the head of his cock against her entrance and he lost it.

He took one of her breasts in his mouth, sucking and biting, relishing her squeal of excitement. She positioned herself to sink down on his cock and felt Heather close around him in the first delicious push. She tightened around Varcan, her walls silken and wet for him, but regardless it was a tight fit.

“Oh God.” She gasped, gripping his shoulders.

Varcan looked into her eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. You’re just so big.” She almost laughed.

He snickered lightly, before double checking, his tone serious. “Do you want to stop?”

“No. You’ve got to breed me, remember? There’s nothing I want more than for you to be inside me, Master.”

Varcan closed his eyes at that, suppressing the urge to buck up into Heather. He wanted nothing more than to impale her on his dick and watch her take it on top of him. But he didn’t want to hurt her for being so good to him.

He brought his hand down to her pussy, feeling for her little bud. When he found it, he spat in his hand and played with it. It was the encouragement Heather needed, now whimpering and taking more of him.

She slammed down onto him, fully engulfing his cock. Varcan’s balls tightened, and he swore he saw stars.

Heather was his mate.

He snarled. “Heather, you’re mine.”

Varcan planned to keep her as his sex slave for a little while before releasing Heather back to Shadow Falls. He’d gotten payback for her capture of him, and he’d broken free.

But his heart clenched painfully at the thought of her separating from him.

He needed to fuck her so good that Heather would feel the same. He gripped her wide hips, watching her bounce on his dick and setting a rhythm. “I belong to you, Master.” She panted.

She took a deep breath, and Varcan sensing her orgasm cresting, held her up as her body went limp, falling to his chest. He gripped her ass, and drilled up into her until she was screaming, her pussy convulsing around him.

“Fuck.” Varcan roared. With two final jagged pumps he spilled into her, filling Heather’s pussy just like he promised.

#monster smut #monster fucker #monster boyfriend #monster fudger #monster fuqqer #monster bf #monster romance #original story #terato #jinni #holiday smut #christmas smut #instalove #breeding k1nk #bd/sm master #bd/sm breeding #cw: somno #somno k!nk #primal play #smutmas 2023 #kinkmas

[slinket]

Smutmas Day Something

I'm so far behind at this point, I've decided to use multiple prompts per written smut. I've found that I prefer to write in long form anyways, and also I am posting all of the rest of them before 2024 if it freaking wrecks me.

Anyhoo, this one is using prompts:

11 - Such a needy little thing, aren't you.

16 - "My parents are home." "Then I guess you'll have to be quiet."

NSFW, featuring Ominis because I am so freaking horny for that man

Since the night MC had made it clear to Ominis that she was not content being just friends with him, they had been exploring each other's bodies as often as possible. Her parents had remained out of town for a few nights, so they had become familiar with the others' moans and sounds of longing.In her room once more, Ominis and MC were, once again, laying atop her bed. They were both still clothed, she on her back, legs spread, while Ominis slotted himself between her legs. He was nuzzling his nose into her neck, kissing her softly nipping at her skin and then licking his tongue over the teeth marks, making her giggle.

“Are you laughing at me, darling?” Ominis sat up slightly, running his hands down her body and back up, his left hand tracing up her right arm until their hands met. He linked their fingers and slid their clasped hands above her head. His right hand moved to her hair, twisting a lock around his finger and then pulling her head to the side, bringing his mouth back to her shoulder.

“Am I being too gentle hmm? I don’t think you’ll be laughing when I suck hard enough to leave a bruise on your skin.” He flicked his tongue against her before closing his lips, sucking hard, causing the blood to rush to her skin.

“Ominis,” her voice husky with lust, lifting her hips to press against him.He pressed his body back against hers, moving his lips from her shoulder, down to her clavicle, dragging his tongue around slowly.

“Tell me darling,” his free hand moving to her chest, gently prodding around until he finds her stiffened nipple, rolling it between his fingers. “Tell me what you want.”

She lowered her voice to a whisper, “I want you to touch me,” her one hand still laced with his, she ran the other into his hair, pulling on it lightly, asking him to bring his lips back to hers. He kissed her quickly, and then held his lips above hers, not letting her open his mouth for a deeper one.

“Give me details love, where should I touch you, how should I touch you?” Ominis continued to rock his hips against hers, pausing only to press more firmly, making sure she could feel exactly how being with her affected him. MC moaned into his lips when he brought them back to hers, but each time she attempted to move her tongue into his mouth, Ominis would hold his lips closed and smirk, “tell me,” he would just say to her before kissing her gently.

She let out a sigh, “I….I want you to touch my…you know.”

“I don’t know, be specific.”

“Fine,” her voice filled with frustration, “I want to feel your fingers inside of me. Inside of my cunt.” Her words were angrily whispered, trying to meet his demands while keeping the volume low.

Bringing his lips back to hers, Ominis finally opened his mouth and let his tongue dip into hers, kissing her deeply, shifting his body to make room for the hand he planned to dip inside of her. “That I can do,” pressing his finger to her damp panties, just allowing her to barely feel the sensation of his touch.

MC sat up slightly, moving her legs together. “Ominis, I want to, but we can’t, my parents are home. He responded by forcing her legs back apart with a shrug, “I guess you’ll just have to keep quiet.”

She groaned, a mixture of excitement and worry, as she laid herself back down onto the bed. Ominis brought his hand back to her center, softly running his finger up and down her slit, letting her panties soak up more of her fluid. She closed her eyes as he pressed his thumb against her clit, one hand grabbing onto the bed sheets while the other moved to her mouth, stifling her cry.

Sliding her panties to the side, Ominis dipped his finger between her folds. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you.” Skimming his finger across her a few more times, he paused in his manipulation of her body to bring his finger to his mouth, tasting her on his fingers. His smile widened and he let out a pleasurable sigh as MC whispered to him to put his finger back, to touch her again. He could not believe how wet she was. As he slipped a single finger inside of her, the sound her pussy made was obnoxiously loud. Ominis, extremely turned on by this sound leaned his body over her once again, bringing a second finger to meet his first as he began to thrust them into her. “And here I thought your parents may hear your cries for me, I didn’t realize you would be so wet that they may end up just hearing my fingers fucking you.” He slammed his fingers into her as he whispered, taking long, deep strokes, pushing in, loving the sound of her wetness being shoved back into her. He would hold his fingers as deeply as he could, curling them upwards to bring her more pleasure, before pulling them out again. MC lifted her hips again, wanting to take more, and Ominis was ready to provide for her.

He pressed his thumb against her clit again, moving his fingers at a quicker pace. “I can hear you getting wetter for me darling.” With every thrust of his hand, the splashing sound of her liquid pleasure filled the room. Ominis knew MC was close to cumming, her body was trembling, and she was having a difficult time staying quiet. “The only thing I want to hear when you cum are the sounds your cunt will make as I fuck you through your peak.” Ominis pressed his lips to her forehead, feeling her nod in response to his demand.

As he slipped a third finger inside of her, the pressure became too much and MC tumbled over the edge, Ominis quickly covering her mouth with his hand. He could barely hear her quiet moans over the sound of the liquid pouring out of her pussy and onto his hand. One final plunge of his fingers, leaving them rooted inside of her as he uncovered her mouth only to replace that hand with his own lips, he pressed hard into her, the force of his lips mimicking the fingers inside of her.

After he pulled the final spasms of her orgasm from her, he removed his fingers and pulled away from her lips. MC went to speak, but before she could, Ominis was pushing his fingers into her mouth. “Stay quiet while you clean these off, don’t want your parents to suddenly come up here.”

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #hogwarts legacy smut #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt fanfiction #smutmas 2023 #ominis x mc #ominis gaunt smut

[optiwashere]

Anotheropti's Quick and Dirty Smutmas Schedule

This post exists so that I can link to it in this month's fics. I'll update this with links as each fic is posted.

Brief summaries/kinks written for the fics and posting days under the break. It's all Baldur's Gate 3 F/F all the way. Mostly trans femslash because we are who we are in this household.

If you're looking for F/F fics with Shadowheart, I'm basically always writing more of them on AO3!

For those that need context, Asheera is my trans fem half-orc paladin Tav that I write for just constantly. Constantly. It's a sickness, really. Here's some more art and screenshots for the curious that stumbled upon this!

December 8th — Post-epilogue romantic fluffy smut (Shadowheart/Asheera)

December 10th — Spanking (Z'rell/OC)

December 12th — Chapter 5 of my modern/band AU!

December 14th — Roleplay (Shadowheart/Asheera)

December 16th — Rope bondage (Minthara/Shadowheart)

December 18th — Breathplay (Shadowheart/Asheera)

December 20th — Worship Kink (Shadowheart/Nocturne)

December 21st — t4t Shadowheart/Karlach

December 22nd — Wintertime Smut (Shadowheart/Asheera)

Now that they're all listed out like that, I wonder if it's clear whether or not I have a favorite character?

#bg3 #shadowheart #smutmas 2023 #12 days of smutmas #my fic #anotheropti smutmas 2023

[oceanlix]

Day 1: Beomgyu

Pairing: Beomgyu x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1087

Warnings: Begging, whining, riding, breast play, nipple sucking, hair pulling, marking, biting, dirty talk, praise, creampie

Smutmas 2023 Masterlist

“Please,” Beomgyu whimpers, hands on your bare waist. “Please sit on it.”

Normally you wouldn’t even need him to ask, but you’re tired tonight. Exhausted even, if you’re being honest. Even if he were to do all the work, you don’t think you can keep your eyes open much longer.

“Gyu,” you sigh, but he’s already pulling you down into his lap, hard length pressing against your thin panties. You jolt at the sensation, his lips kissing down your neck eagerly.

“Please, you can even go to sleep if you want. I just wanna be inside you. I won’t even move, I promise!”

You really can’t deny your boyfriend when he gets all cute and whiny like this, his eyes glossy and desperate. You push aside the exhaustion and nod your head, smiling tiredly when he squeals as you stand up.

He’s quick to push down his underwear, placing a quick kiss to your hip before he practically rips yours off as well. He’s so cute when he grabs his cock, pumping it in his hand eagerly. You wish you weren’t so tired as he guides you back into his lap; you want to see his face go slack as you bounce on his dick. But that’ll have to wait for another night.

He slides his cock up and down your folds, gathering your wetness with desperate little gasps. Beomgyu laps at your tits in his face, gently caressing your side as he slowly pushes his cock into your warmth. You let out a contented sigh as he fills you up, stilling once he bottoms out. To be honest, you didn’t really believe him when he promised you could just cockwarm him, but he’s doing a good job of holding himself back. Even if you can see his arms trembling with desire.

He sucks on your nipples to keep himself distracted, your body slumping against him as you run your fingers through his hair. Beomgyu loves to be close to you, not always in a sexual way, but he really needed you tonight. The feeling of your warm cunt wrapped around his dick is the best kind of stress relief, not just for him but for you too. It had been a long and stressful week for both of you, and you needed to unwind together. Tomorrow you’ll probably take a bubble bath together, but this would work just fine for now.

“Gyu,” you whisper, a few minutes into watching him shake against you. He pulls his mouth off your tits and looks up with glossy eyes, his spaced out expression making you lose track of your thoughts for a second.

“Yeah?” he asks after a few beats of silence. You slowly shift your hips in his lap, a gasp falling out of his mouth. “Baby, please, I can’t-“ he starts, but you gently grip his chin and pull him in for a kiss.

“You can fuck me,” you tell him, letting out a small giggle. Beomgyu is slow to respond, blinking at you as he thumbs at the skin of your waist. “Come on, I thought you wanted to feel me?”

Your boyfriend growls a little, lifting you off his lap and rolling the both of you over until you’re underneath him. When he presses his cock back inside of you, you moan softly, nails scratching down his back. You still feel exhaustion tugging at your entire body, but the desire for your man is currently much stronger. You tug his hair at the nape of his neck when he hikes your leg up, angling himself deeper into your cunt.

“Knew you couldn’t resist,” he mumbles into your chest, teeth scraping over your nipple. You twist your fingers in his hair harshly and he groans, thrusting into you sharply. “There she is, there’s my girl.”

His strokes are long and deep, just how you like them. Beomgyu always takes care of you, stimulating every part of your body perfectly. He’s had years of practice, after all. You just allow yourself to lay there and take it, too tired to participate much more than you already are.

Beomgyu keeps talking you through it while he litters your chest with sloppy kisses and bites. You’ll look a mess tomorrow, but the two of you aren’t going anywhere anyway. He’ll be the only one to see the purple and red marks, likely in the mirror when you have lazy morning sex.

“Love how you let me use you like this,” he says into your ear, before capturing your lips in a wet and filthy kiss. You hum against him, your body rocking rhythmically as he pounds into you. “You must really love me, huh?”

He’s playful when he says it, smirking down at you, but you know Beomgyu so well. He needs to hear the words even if he pretends he doesn’t; your little softie boyfriend. You stroke his neck and sweetly smile up at him, always ready to say the words he needs to hear.

“I love you so much, Gyu,” you say. You mean it with all your heart, of course, and Beomgyu knows this. But it’s always nice to hear anyway, and coupled with the sight of your breasts bouncing as he fucks you, he almost blows his load right then and there.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he growls, squeezing your waist in his hands. You giggle and run your hands down his chest, using your nails to scratch lightly over his abdomen. He whimpers, his hips stuttering as he feels his orgasm approaching faster than expected. He goes to pull out, only you wrap your legs around his waist and shake your head.

“Don’t,” you tell him, lips quirking up at his confused expression. “I want you to cum inside.”

Beomgyu doesn’t question his sudden luck, groaning against your tits as he thrusts once, twice, before releasing his load. It triggers your orgasm, causing you to cling to him as you ride out your highs together. You squirm at the feeling of his hot seed filling you up, a new sensation you’ve never felt before. You can’t say you hate it, especially not when he lifts his head to look at you with those glossy eyes of his.

“I started birth control,” you tell him, giggling when he kisses your chest a dozen times.

“God, how did I get so lucky?” he murmurs, just before kissing you sweetly. You twirl his hair in your fingers and smile against his lips, silently wondering the same thing.

#txt smut #beomgyu smut #beomgyu x reader #txt x reader #beomgyu fic #smutmas 2023 #my fics #400

[feistyfreaks]

WALMART BOY.

inspired by this ask. ps ₊˚⊹ ᰔ i’m back writing for resident evil bitches.

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you walked through the automatic sliding doors of the store and headed straight to the pharmacy section. however, to your surprise, you couldn't find the condoms anywhere; and after aimlessly wandering through the aisles, you just decided to ask one of the employees instead.

you spotted a cute guy with blonde hair; probably getting paid the bare minimum to stock the shelves of walmart but you confidently approached him. “excuse me, do you know where i can find the condoms?” you asked with a playful smile smothered on your face.

the young man turned around and was completely caught off guard by your question. “a-aisle five ma’am,” he mumbled before pointing you in the right direction.

you noticed his reaction and couldn't help but feel amused by his shyness. “well, that's where i looked but couldn't find them. would you mind showing me where, leon?” you asked innocently, glancing down at his name tag.

leon quietly nodded, feeling his cheeks heat up, he couldn't deny that your revealing outfit and flirtatious manner were making him feel both nervous and excited.

“thanks, leon. you're a lifesaver,” you said as you flashed him a playful smile. once you two reached the aisle, you bent over teasingly, pretending to look for your preferred brand of condoms. you couldn't resist the urge to playfully tease leon a little more; so you sashayed back to him with a pack of condoms in hand, purposely standing close to him.

“you know, you have a very helpful and handsome face. it's hard to resist to ask for your assistance again, which brand do you like most?” you purred, your eyes locked on his.

leon’s heart started racing as he felt himself turn red. “i-i’m not very sure, ma’am.. i’m actually a virgin so i don’t really know anything about that kind of stuff.” he murmured.

you raised an eyebrow, surprised by his answer; yet you sensed the perfect opportunity to have some fun with the inexperienced boy.

“oh, a virgin? poor you, how about we try these out after your shift? it’ll benefit the both of us.” you winked.

#feistyfreaks #hornyhour #resident evil smut #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil 2 #resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon scott kennedy #kinkmas 2023 #smutmas 2023

[mrsriddlenott]

The Fourth Day Of Smutmas

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~ Santa Clause Is Coming To Town ~

Klaus Mikaelson x fem!Vampire Reader

Summary: When Klaus mysteriously returns from New Orleans, the Mystic Falls gang worries about what he’s planning, though his only plan is to convince you to join him for Christmas in The Big Easy, by any means necessary. Starting with lavish gifts, attention, and affections, and ending with his mouth wherever you wish it.

- Klaus is obsessed but not in a creepy way, vampire reader, platonic Damon x Reader & Stefan x Reader -

Warnings: 18+ Content!!Spoiling(gift giving, promises etc),ig kinda manipulation if you squint,f!Receiving Oral.

It was no secret that when Klaus first came to Mystic Falls he had only one thing on his mind, breaking his curse. But when he first saw you from behind the eyes of Alaric, he knew there was….something….so he of course ignored it. By the second time he came around you knew all about him and he you, something about you lingered with him, leading him to look into your past which only hooked him on further.

He was a forward man, anything he wants he goes for, so naturally he was hounding you left and right for the better part of year while him and his siblings ran rampant in your town. Though you were mysteriously never hurt, mentally or physically, something that didn’t go unnoticed by you. By the time Klaus was told of a plot against him in New Orleans, you were ready to accept him, his faults and all, and before he reluctantly left, you shared a heated kiss that stuck with the hybrid even all this time later.

Despite trying to disconnect himself and keep you safe from the enemies after his family and city, he couldn’t stop himself from calling you every once in a while, only feeding his desires to see you, feel you, smell you, for you. By the time Hope’s second Christmas started approaching, he realized she’d be starting to remember them soon, and decided you just had to be there so began planning to get you to enjoy the Holidays with him.

“Uh guys, you might….well you are gonna be upset but I need to tell you something,” Your voice was small and weak as you entered the main room of the Salvatore Boarding House where Stefan and Damon sat drinking bourbon. Damon, rude as usual, ushered you to speak faster as you tried to sputter out the words to tell them Klaus had left you a voicemail in the early hours of the morning to announce his eminent arrival.

“Well you see…” You were cut off by the sound of the large wooden door opening behind you allowing Klaus to saunter in with his usual air of confidence, swinging an arm over your shoulder with a smile that didn’t show his teeth, eyeing the brothers in front of him as though daring them to question his entry into their home.

“Oh come on….why the hell has Santa Klaus come to town,” Damon mocked, scoffing out a laugh as he chugged down the rest of his bourbon, standing from his seat, eyeing you with disappointment before returning his attention to the much stronger man, “We’re having one peaceful, happy, bullshit free Christmas this year and nowhere in that is the Original Hybrid needed,” Damon swayed his hands in a mocking manner as he spoke, he was coaxing him, he wanted to anger him and wanted to prove to you Klaus would rip his head off in a matter of seconds if it weren’t for you.

“Oh Damon,” Klaus sighed condescendingly with a shake of his head, “I’ve only come for y/n, she’s needed for my family’s….what’d you call it…” He feigned a questioning look as his eyes shifted around the room, “ah yes peaceful, happy, bullshit free Christmas, so if you don’t mind….”

“Woah woah woah, what do you mean? You can’t just swoop in and take y/n like she’s your property,” Stefan piped up, scoffing slightly as he crossed his arms over his chest despite Klaus’ eyebrows shot up his forehead to eye the much younger vampire.

“You are so dramatic,” Klaus laughed with a smile that didn’t meet his eyes, clearing his throat before continuing, “I haven’t come to kidnap her, I’ve come to ask her you idiot, and even if I had planned to walk in here and take her….neither of you could stop me.” Klaus was never fond of you living with the Salvatores, especially Damon, but he also recognized their close bond to you and their obvious love for you. He wouldn’t hurt them unless they hurt you, he knew you would never forgive him for that and he just would not stand for that.

With a roll of your eyes you tugged Klaus’ hand, pulling him down the hall away from the brewing argument and toward your large bedroom. “Why’s this room so close to Damon’s?” Klaus’ narrowed, distrusting eyes seemed to search the room and hallway before shutting the wood against the frame and turning back to you.

“He likes to be closer so he can hear if somethings happening faster….he’ll deny that though,” you chuckle awkwardly, you hadn’t been alone with Klaus in almost two full years. Your eyes fell to his hands as he dig into his coat, tugging out a long, silver wrapped box with a golden bow on top, so neatly done that you were sure he had compelled someone to do it perfectly.

“I got you something, come here” He ushered you towards him with two of his fingers. His gravely, authoritative voice you loved so much sending shivers down your spine as you approached, unable to deny him of anything he asked of you in that tone. “There’s more waiting for you under my tree in New Orleans.” Klaus calmly stated, making you cringe slightly as you approached him, stopping only a foot in front of him before speaking.

“Look Nik, I’m sure that whatever that is is lovely and I’m sure all the others are too but if you’re only giving me that to get me to come back with you than I can’t accept it.” You sighed, meeting his eyes for only a second before watching your feet. Klaus stepped forward, almost pressing against you as the air grew warmer, gripping your chin and forcing you to meet his eyes again, genuinely smiling down to you once you did.

“No Love….this is yours whether you come with or stay and if you don’t accept my invite I’ll bring the rest to you. Whatever happens to them after is up to you, leave them, open them, donate them, whatever you want,” His warm hand moved to yours, shoving his gift box into your palm as he watched you expectantly, your brows scrunched together as you narrowed your eyes at him before realizing he was being honest.

You tore through the paper cautiously with a smile, revealing the long black velvet box that opened to reveal a simple golden necklace with a simple wolf charm in the middle, “I usually go for diamonds but I know my girl well enough to know you’d prefer both,” he stated simply before pulling out another perfectly wrapped silver package, this time much smaller. You wasted no time in ripping through and opening the small box to reveal a ring with a thin silver band adorned with a large diamond.

Your eyes shot up to his as you removed the ring from it’s confines with a shocked expression, “Now I know what you’re probably thinking, but when I propose to you that rock will me much larger and,” As he waved a hand around your room with slight grimace on his face, “we’ll be in be a much more extravagant setting….Paris perhaps?”

“Nik….this is too much I….” You couldn’t form words as you looked between the pieces of jewelry, “I can’t accept these not when Hope is so young and Hayley she deser-“ Klaus laughs at your response, eyeing you as though to ask you a question simply with his eyes, before chuckling again with a soft apology.

“Do you really think I can’t get all my favorite girls their gifts? Trust me Hope and Hayley will have plenty of presents, in fact they’re next to yours right now, if you want to get going I’m sure you’ll see them.” Klaus waved his hand towards your door, looking to you expectantly as though waiting for you to walk out before him.

“I can’t just leave with you out of nowhere Klaus,” You sighed, setting your gifts down on your bedside table before rubbing at your eyes as the man stood in front of you again, waiting for a different response, “It- it’s not that I don’t want to okay….I just can’t.”

“Why not?” He asked, his eyebrows scrunched in confusion, his voice exasperated as he turned his hands up dramatically, “Come on what’s keeping you from leaving with me? I’ll keep you safe.” His voice was growing strained, he was beginning to plead with you now, grabbing at your sides as if to remind you of his ability to shield you from harm.

“My friends are here Klaus, the only real friends I’ve had for over a century, I’m not just leaving them” You spoke, narrowing your eyes to him as though asking him to reveal a hidden meaning before turning away from his touch and avoiding his pleading eyes by tiding your bed covers, adding in a small voice, “My friends who do not trust you with me by the way.”

“It’s not like you’ll never see them again, I’m not trying to hold you captive I’m trying to give you a nice Christmas.” You could hear in his voice that he was upset, he was losing patience and wanted, no needed, a flat out response, “Love, please I’m practically begging on my knees here”

“Maybe you should be on your knees,” you joked under your breath without thinking about the mans enhanced hearing well beyond yours or the vampires you’re usually around, only realizing your mistake when you turned to find his eyebrows that had shot up his forehead in surprise. His eyes trailed down your body and back up again, reading you to make sure he heard you correctly before speaking, “Sit.”

“Wha-“ His deep, dark eyes locked into yours in a silent order, halting your question before it was formed as you immediately flopped down on the bed behind you. Your wide eyes followed his actions as he slowly grew closer to the bed with purposeful steps, “You’ll be a Good Girl and tell me to stop when you don’t like what I’m doing won’t you?”

You nodded your head in understanding, putting a halt to his agonizingly slow steps as his head tilted to the side in a questioning and demanding stare, “Yes I will,” You stuttered, your throat beginning to dry, your head falling back to maintain eye contact as Klaus stopped in front of you, just to drop to his knees. His warm, rough hands surrounded your ankles, tugging them apart lightly to settle himself between your legs, his eyes never leaving yours. He smelled intoxicating, his scent wrapping you in a blanket of comfort as his hands slowly rubbed up and down your legs, stopping just before the hem of your dress each time. “Please y/n. Will you please come to New Orleans for Christmas, it’ll make my year.”

“I don’t kneel for just anyone and I think you know that,” as he spoke it felt as though his power he prided above anything for 1,000 years began to seep out of him and into you, “You’re the only woman on this planet that I can’t get out of my head, I’ve had women on every continent drooling at my feet for the better part of a millennium but you, my Darling, are the only one I will ever drool over.” Your resolve was beginning to crumble, the feeling of his soft kisses to the top of your legs between words had you sighing in contempt, your confidence growing with each second.

“What can I do to get you to join me hm?” He punctuated himself with a kiss to the center of your thigh, moving his lips higher before he spoke again, “I’ll buy you anything, I’ll do anything.”

Your hand melted into his stawberry curls, watching his lips form a smile as he realized he’d won, “You seem to love using your mouth….so maybe start there.” His eyes shot to yours, chuckling to himself at your false dominance, he loved being in control and whether you realized it yet or not, he was.

Your back slammed against your mattress in less than a second, Klaus’ firm hand held against your stomach, using his hybrid strength to keep you down. He vibrated against you with pure energy, growling against the flesh of your thigh while kissing a trail to your core, eyes going a golden yellow as the scent of your arousal filled his senses. You leant up on your elbows to watch him, the feel of his prominent fangs that would scare almost anyone else scraping your skin with each featherlight kiss building an ache in your lower abdomen, the sense of danger was overwhelming, knowing that at any moment he could dig into you, infecting you with his venom just so he could taste you. The thought of him losing control and having to cure you from the toxin with his blood had you subconsciously tugging your lip between your own fangs that surfaced from your gums at the sight of him shoving your dress upward once his lips met it.

His fingers effortlessly slipped into your lace underwear, filling the room with the sound of ripping fabric before delving into you with his expert tongue, forcing your hips to jolt up against his hold on you, “Holy fucking shit,” Klaus immediately began drawing figure eights on your desperate clit, sighing in pleasure at just your taste and immediately needing more.

You were dripping for him, filling the room with the sound of your pleasure as he lapped against you, focusing on the strokes of his tongue against your center the same way he would a brush against art. Your high was fast approaching, faster than ever before, you wigged against his grip desperately trying to ease the growing tension in your body but he didn’t let up. Fingernails digging into your flesh as you legs shook, your eyes screwed shut, falling back onto the bed with a sigh of a moan attempting to will yourself to last longer, to prolong your pleasure as though you would never feel it again.

His strokes danced between your entrance and your puffy, needy clit he was beginning to adore, wishing to give you a teaser of what awaited you in his bed in his city. His lips sucked around you, egging on your moans of pleasure from above him until they turned into small whimpers and whines of need. Your mind was hazy, it’s only focus being the tickle of his beautiful hair against your thighs, the scratch of his stubble marking your flesh as his perfect, silver tongue pulled out the first of many shaking orgasms he would give you as his Queen.

“You taste absolutely amazing,” He pushed himself forward, weighing down the bed beside you as you tried to regain focus, “If you pack quickly you may get another gift before we leave.” He chuckled, smacking at your still exposed thigh before pulling you into a desperate kiss he’d waited far too long for.

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Not proud of this one smut wise but I think it’s super cute 🥰

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[little-emerald-snake]

Smutmas Day 13

“I need you, now.” - Sebastian Sallow X F!MC

🔥NSFW 🔞 MDNI

1,451k words

Warnings: under influence of lust potion, unprotected p-in-v sex

She’d come running when she’s received Sebastian’s owl. He didn’t tell her what he needed exactly but he made the situation sound rather dire. She made her way to the Undercroft as quickly as she could.

When the gate to the Undercroft slammed shut, her eyes locked onto the fluffy brunette Slytherin slowly pacing in front of a stack of old dusty crates. His face looked flushed under all those freckles and as soon as his eyes met hers she noticed his pupils dilated like saucers.

She approached him and took his face between her hands. His own hands clasped over hers and he groaned almost unwillingly. “Y-you’re here. Great Merlin, I’m so glad you’re actually here.”

Her eyes swept over him, looking for anything else unusual about him. Upon finding nothing, her eyes met his again and he bit his cheek. “I-I need your help…please…I-I know it’s a lot but-“

She interrupted him, already intent on helping him no matter what as it was what she had always done. “Yes, of course. What’s wrong? What do you need help with? Are you sick?”

He shook his head, taking a deep breath before pulling her hands off of his cheeks, holding her hands, almost unwilling to let them go. “I-I ingested a potion. I-I didn’t know what it was. I-I lost a bet with Weasley over something stupid and…well…the loser had to ingest a mystery potion. I-I’m almost certain the potion was a lust potion and now…”

Sebastian’s eyes dropped to the floor and his hands dropped hers, unable to finish his sentence. He didn’t need to though, she understood very clearly what was happening to his body at the moment.

Her eyes scanned him from head to toe and she took in his loosened tie, his too tight pants, and his overall disheveled appearance. How long had he been struggling? “H-how long has the potion been in your system?”

He groaned with an exaggerated swallow before returning to his pacing in small circles. “Almost an hour. I-I was trying to fight it at first but at this point it…hurts…like under my skin it feels like fire and I have this urge to…well I’m sure you know…but I was wondering if you knew a way to combat it.”

She shakes her head from where she stands. “N-no I don’t know a way to combat it. I just know you should keep cool…and I-if you don’t fight it it’ll go away faster.”

He groans, clearly upset with the knowledge that this wouldn’t be so bad if he didn’t fight his urges. “So you’re telling me I have to…”

She nods, awkwardly brushing her boot across the stone floor. “If you want it to feel better then yes. Come on, get comfy with some blankets and pillows. I’ll cast a cooling charm to help you for now.”

She does just that, casting a cooling charm on him before scooting some crates into a wall before plopping herself down on the opposite side of the blankets.

Sebastian looks hesitantly at the blankets he’d arranged when he realizes she has no intention of leaving. “Y-you’re going to stay here while I…”

She nods, looking briefly at her fingernails. “Yea. Can’t have you burning up down here so I’m just gonna keep casting a cooling charm occasionally. Don’t worry, not gonna perve on you, I’ll stay on this side of the boxes.”

Sebastain grunts, sitting down on the blanket, propping a pillow against the crate. He hesitantly undid his trousers, biting his lip to prevent a moan from the friction.

He sighed once his cock was exposed to the warm air of the undercroft. Slowly he took himself in his hand, a gasp bursting past his lips at how sensitive he was.

She tried not to blush hearing the sound of him spitting into his palm and the gasp of air he let out. She swallows harshly, trying to fiddle with the hem of her skirt to distract herself but he must find something quite nice as he lets out an unexpected moan, promptly hissing through his teeth after.

His cheeks are on fire, almost like the rest of his body. He’s typically not one to be shameful but the sounds he’s making are so needy and high pitched and he can’t keep them down as he fists his leaking cock, desperate for release.

His hips lift and he groans again, trying to desperately fuck his palm. His cock is swollen and angry and his stomach is already tightening with need.

The problem is he can smell a waft of her perfume when she taps his arm with another cooling spell and he can’t help but imagine burying himself inside of her. Now it’s all he can think about and it’s driving him wild.

She flushes with guilt when the hem of her skirt lifts a little too high and her fingers brush against the heated skin of her thigh. Shame reddens her face as those fingers slide up to her underwear.

She slides those fingers over the damp center as she bites her lip, shamelessly listening to the slickness of his palm and his wanton, breathy moans.

He cups his balls, moaning louder. It's taking everything within him not to beg her for her hands on him. The lust swimming in his brain has him imagining all the ways he could bend her over and fuck into her mercilessly to make the burning within him subside so much quicker.

He’s so desperate to cum but his body stays on the cusp, needing a push over the edge to finish. He chokes on a moan, fucking his fist needily. He’s falling apart at the seams faster than he can help it.

She can hear the desperation in his moans, he sounds almost pained. She’s never listened to a boy masturbate before but she can’t imagine it’s not supposed to sound so intense, so needy.

He lets out a broken moan, hips flexing as he moves the hand from his balls to fist the blanket under him. “I-I need to cum. I’m so c-close. Please. I need you…now.”

Without hesitation she’s around the corner of the crate between them watching him fist his cock furiously. He looks sweaty and disheveled and so fucking good.

The head of his cock looks red and angry as his hand pumps furiously. She bites her lip, straddling his legs and pulling her panties to the side.

Sebastian nearly sobs as he holds the base of himself to guide it’s she lowers her tight little pussy onto him. The heat is overwhelming and he fights the urge to cum immediately , desperate to make it enough to thrust into her once.

His hands fly to her hips and he shoves her down eagerly, she moans on top of him and she’s so wet he knows there’s no way it wasn’t all for him.

The thought drives him mad and he thrusts himself up into her, letting out a guttural cry. “I-I don’t think I can stop. I-I’m sorry. G-gonna cum inside you…please.”

She uses her legs on either side of him to bounce in his lap, placing her hands on the crate behind his head to steady herself. “S-shut up and just fuck me.”

He practically growls, pushing her down, not leaving her heat for a second as he pins her to the blanket and bucks his hips wildly into her cunt. Now on top, his thrusts are messy and uncontrolled but he’s pumping her full of cum while moaning so brokenly it would break her heart if she wasn’t busy losing herself in the pleasure.

She’s clinging to his shoulders, hanging on for dear life as he fucks her so hard it’s pushing her body across the blanket and he’s scooting to stay buried inside of her twitching pussy.

She can already feel she’s so full of cum but he hasn’t stopped. Like a man possessed, he’s bucking wildly into her till she’s falling apart for him and crying out from her release.

Somehow Sebastian releases again inside of her, his cum dripping down between her legs and over her ass as his hips finally slow down and come to a stop. He’s panting wildly, she can feel his heart hammering double time against her own chest.

He’s still buried within her, trying to caress her hair gently, muttering soft apologies next to her ear as he catches his breath. “S-sorry. M’so sorry…this wasn’t how I wanted t-“

She shuts him up by pulling his chin and pressing her lips to his. He kisses her back softly, only pulling back when she lets go. “It’s okay…really. Was good for me too, Seb.”

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[lipglossanon]

There’s No Place Like Home for the Holidays

subby stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, stepcest, breeding kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie

title from There’s No Place Like Home for the Holidays by Perry Como

It’s horribly cold out, but luckily for you you have the day off so you’ve spent it snuggled in your bed, binge watching Christmas movies and scrolling on your phone. Leon’s been out with his friends all day; since he got back home from his first semester of college, they’ve been commandeering all of his free time. 

He’s been texting you the entire time making you laugh at how put out he is to be gone, especially since you’ve been home by yourself all day. You’ve just finished the first Home Alone, and are about to play the second, when Leon comes barreling into your room, hair wind swept and cheeks pinked with cold. 

“Leon, what’re you—“

He beelines it for your bed and collapses on top of you, cutting off your question as he snuggles his cold body underneath your layer of fuzzy blankets to wrap his ice cold hands around your waist. 

“Leon!” You shriek, “you’re so cold!”

He just burrows in even deeper, nuzzling under your chin to press his cold nose against your neck. You tire yourself out trying to squirm away from his hold. 

“Missed you,” he mumbles finally after your own body heat’s been leached by him. 

“Uh huh,” you grouch, relaxing against him with a huff. 

“I knew you’d be warm,” he kisses your throat softly, smile in his voice, “and comfy.”

His big hands drag down your sides creating chill bumps of a different sort. Shifting, he tangles your legs together as he keeps softly kissing across your neck while he runs his hands all over your body. 

“Leon,” you sigh out, “this doesn’t mean you’re off the hook.”

“I know, let me make it up to you,” he pulls back to look at you with a grin, “I can warm you up easily.”

You laugh, “Oh yeah? Alright then, pretty boy. Show me your stuff.”

He moves until he’s between your legs, forearms braced by your face allowing him to dip down and kiss you eagerly. Between giggles and sighs, he kisses you until your lips become bruised and sensitive. The body heat from both of you paired with the surrounding blankets, starts to warm your cuddling quickly until it’s stuffy and hot.

His hips grind down against yours, the thin material of your pajama pants and his sweats leave little to the imagination. Moaning against his mouth, slick fills your panties until it’s sticking to the outline of your cunt, leaking through your pajama pants to leave a damp spot on Leon’s sweats. 

“God, you’re so hot,” he whines, leaning up to look down your body.

His hips stutter when he sees how much slick you’re leaking and he quickly yanks your pajamas and panties down. 

“Look at how wet you are,” he groans, shuffling until he gets you both naked from the waist down before settling between your legs again. 

Rutting forward, he drags his cock through your soaked pussy lips making you moan when he rubs right across your clit. 

“Missed you so much,” he pants, sweat dripping from his nose down onto your bare stomach making the muscles jump, “gonna fill you up, so good.”

“Leon,” you whimper, hands twisting in his shirt to pull him down on top of you. 

You both groan as his cock slips into your fluttering pussy, sinking deeper and deeper as he presses his body weight down onto you. 

“Pussy’s so hot and wet,” he grunts right by your ear, moist breath giving you chills, “feels too good, big sis.”

He humps into you a little harder until he’s bottoming out, thick cock stretching you open in the best way. Water beads at your eye line as he pulls out to thrust all the way back in, fat head grinding against your g-spot just right. 

“Oh fuck, right there,” you choke out, tossing your head back to dig into the pillow, “so big, fuck, I never get used to it.”

His hips rabbit into yours, the sound of skin slapping together overtaking the noise of the movie playing in the background. 

“Big sis, s’good, fuck, best pussy, my big sis has the best fucking pussy,” he babbles, voice pitching every time you clench down on him, “fat little pussy takes my cock so well, like your tight hole is just made for my dick, made for my creampies.”

“Oh, Leon,” you gasp, back arching to drive your hips up into his. 

“I wanna breed you,” he whines, pulling out of your cunt with a wet schlick. 

Before you can saying anything, Leon picks you up and maneuvers the two of you until he’s on his back with you on top, back to his chest. He wraps his arms around the bend of your legs then brings his hands together around the back of your neck. Your cunt throbs to be in such a vulnerable position. 

Leon easily slides his fat cock back into your soaked pussy, hips fully thrusting his tip right against your g-spot. 

“Oh yes, ‘m so close,” he moans, “gonna fucking cum in your hot ‘n wet pussy.”

“I don’t know if it’s a safe day,” you whine out, toes curling as Leon keeps you in a full nelson pose. 

“Fuck,” he whines, hips pumping into you harder, “let me breed you, big sis. Breed your tight cunt.”

You moan as he presses against the spongy spot at the front of your pussy, making you clench around his fat cock even harder. 

“We shouldn’t,” your head drops back against his shoulder, pussy fluttering at the thought of him cumming inside you, “should pull out.”

He whimpers, “But big sis, I want it. Wanna cum in you, breed your pussy til it’s spilling out.”

“Fuck, okay, okay, mmm, you can do it,” you hiss under your breath, “god, ‘m cumming, Leon—“

You cry out as your pussy clamps down on his thrusting cock, slick dripping down his length to fall onto the bedding while your walls flutter and milk him. Trembling, your body locks up even as you jerk in his arms, orgasm whiting your brain out in pleasure. Distantly, you feel as he spills hot and sticky inside your spasming cunt. 

“Sorry, sorry. I can’t stop—Fuck, fuck, fuck, ‘m cumming in you,” he pants, hot breath gusting past your ear. 

Your pussy milks his cock while he throbs and kicks inside your walls, shooting more ropes of cum to stuff your hole full.

“Mmm, love creaming my big sister’s pussy,” he kisses your ear making you shiver, “y’okay?”

“I’m okay,” you sigh tiredly, “you’re lucky I think it’s hot to get creampied like this.”

“‘M sorry,” he murmurs, cock still buried in your pussy, “want me to carry you to the bath?”

You hum, “Yes, please. You get to pamper me now.”

He hugs you to his chest with a warm laugh, “Looking forward to it.”

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