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Pacify Her

© Skyebounded, do not use my work, but you may share it.

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premise: The devil was real, and you were prepared to do anything for him.

pairing: Professor Tom Riddle x Fem!Reader

warnings: dark elements, toxic obsessions, possession (but not the scary supernatural kind) smut (p in v-fingering-etc) tom riddle (his own warning) there is probably a lot more...

wc: 4.2k

a/n: this is beautiful and I don't care if you don't agree. shoutout to @demiguisemoon for keeping me company throughout this ride.

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He never truly knew what you were capable of, or more so what his influence would do to you, and that was the problem. He had completely underestimated you, and that would be not only your downfall, but his as well. Pretty and pliant, that's what you were to him, the perfect match, not only intellectually, but emotionally as well. You suited him. From the moment you stumbled into his compartment on the train, down to the moment that you sat down in front of him, not a word muttered, but yet a conversation was had. You understood him, and quite frankly, he understood you, or so he believed.

No one understood him the way you did, the way that you clung to his every word like gospel. Feeding into his absurdities, but never once looking at him as if he was wrong. You supported him. Truth was you were obsessed. Incomplete and broken without him, much like a wounded bird, someone he could fix, take care of, mould into something he wanted, and you lived for it. Lived for the moments that he taught you, helped you, controlled you. The moments where he needed you and only you. At his beck and call in the late hours of the night, or for the favours that could ultimately get you expelled, for anything he wanted, and you’d do it, obediently. You were his. You belonged to him from the first moment, and though neither of you knew it, he belonged to you. 

“Is this seat taken?” You asked, slipping into the compartment faster than he could respond, but he didn’t. He pulled his nose from the daily prophet to study you. He had never seen you before, which was odd considering you were in his house, the green and silver snake adoring your breast, a Slytherin, and a pretty one at that, an old soul and kindred spirit…of sorts. There was something in the way you looked at him, that dutiful look in your piercing eyes, a look as if you could see into the deepest darkest depths of his soul, something he was certain he had well hidden, and yet what you saw didn’t alarm you. Somehow it didn’t scare him, it intrigued him, you intrigued him. He watched as you slid the door closed behind your back, before sliding into the seat across from him, hands trapped behind your back, and your head cocked to the side as you studied him. The slightest of smiles on your face. He should have known then, known what you would become to him, but he could never have suspected you to be as such.

Frail and malleable, obsessed and devoted, and you were his. His star, his pet, his property. You grew to need him, unable to do without the moments you shared with him. You found yourself lingering in the back of his classes, hoping that he would catch a fleeting glimpse of you, needing you for something, anything, to utilise you, need you. For the moments that he’d call for you in the late hours of the night, for the small favours that could leave you expelled or worse, with the promise that nothing bad was going to happen to you, he wouldn’t let it. The hours that you spent with him, soon turned to days, weeks, stealing away any moment that you could, eager to please, to be close. Somewhere in the dim candle light of his office, stolen glances, gentle touches, words exchanged. Finding yourself desperate for the after hours of study in the library, the ones where you could find him making his way from the restricted section, his pretty nose stuck within the pages of his books. Knowing you were there, dutifully watching him, waiting for the right opportunity to seek him out or for him to call for you. 

Your life had become dull. Classes lacked challenge, you found little to no enjoyment in day to day activities, your friends became distant memories, dramatic, but even your mundane routines lost flavour. All you had was him, and the little periods of time you spent by his side. At his beck and call, seduced by the ways he consumed you. Your mind, your body, and most definitely your tainted soul. He knew it too, knew that he could use you for anything his heart desired, that you would do nothing but obey him, follow blindly if he requested it of you, no questions to be asked. A perfect pawn, follower. The more eager you became, with the incessant need to do more, be more for him, he took to it. Giving you more and more to do. It had soon become a list of tasks, simple favours as he would call it. Hide this, seek out this, do this…And you did, you did all of it. 

Your blood rushed as you closed the office door behind you, back pressed against the firm wood, hands clasped behind you, as your eyes scanned the dimly lit room until you found him. In the centre of the room, sat plainly in his chair, eyes roaming your eager figure. He looked as though he sat on a throne, one of his own creation, his arms extended out on the sides of the chair, comfortable and yet cold, observant. “Did you get it?” was all he said, leaning forward over his desk, the faintest traces of a smile on his face when the stifled giggle of yours fleas from your lips. You held it up, in the palms of your small hands presenting it to him, the book he had sent you to find. Restricted, forbidden even, and you had managed it, with his help of course. “Of course.” you whispered. He beckend you over with the bend of two slender fingers, and you moved on your own volition, approaching him with such eagerness. He took the book from your palms, his fingers ghosting over your soft skin, and you wonder if it was on purpose. “Good girl.” There it was, the praise you strove for, the praise that came from him and him only. The slightest flick of his wand had the door clicking locked, as his eyes came to study you once more. There was a fascination in his gaze, the way his eyes softened to you, desperately trying to hide the hunger that he felt towards you. You had something that he had never quite found in anyone else, something that made him crave you more than he had for anyone else…and there it was, the thought that you were his and only his. 

His eyes left you, meeting the pages of the book you had stolen for him, consuming every word on the stale worn parchment. While he was entranced, devouring the text, you were devouring the sight of him, leaning over the desk, eyes droning over the pages. He was stunning this way. The crease in his brow, eager to learn, and you were right there with him, desperate to know just what held him so captivated, leaning over his desk in hopes of catching the slightest bit of the contraband he had tasked you with stealing, no concern for what could have happened to you if you had been caught. But you knew that somehow, if that had been the case, he would have protected you, always, he would be there. His eyes darted up from the page, a lustful hunger to them, but for you or for the knowledge he had been enthralled with, you weren’t sure. “Look.” he instructs, slumping back in his chair, gesturing to the page, the hints of a smile on his lips. Clasping your hands behind your back, you leaned over the mahogany desk, feeling the hem of your uniform riding up in the back, exposing yourself to him as you did your best to read what was before you, eyes focussing on the text of ancient runes. It wasn’t of much use, you simply couldn’t read it. “I can’t read it, sir.” you mutter, chancing a look back at him. His eyes were shamelessly crawling up the length of your bare legs, and to the swell of your ass. He had looked at you like this before, that strained look in his eyes, like he was in deep thought but those thoughts were ones that he would never quite say aloud, the smallest of smirks on his lips, as he dragged his tongue along them. “I see..” he remarks, slowly pulling his gaze away from your ass, to meet your much more innocent gaze. It was one of his favourite things to do. To teach you, to watch you learn from him. It gave him the sweetest sense of power and meaning. “And what would you have me do about that, darling?” He leaned forward, his eyes cold and narrowed, but that flick of amusement dancing across them.

“Read it to me?” It was a simple request, your voice strong and confident. You wanted to know, wanted him to show you, and he seemed to like the idea. Tom hummed, a sweet sound of satisfaction, as his slender fingers wrapped around your dainty wrist, pulling you down onto his lap, a gesture he had never quite done before. He was confident in his motions, calculated and collected. He knew what he wanted, and that was you. His hands remained on your hips, fingers drumming on your thighs. “Read it to you, hmm?” He hums, delicately brushing a strand of your hair away from your neck, the tips of his fingers ghosting over your throat. Goosebumps lining your skin, while his other hand trailed slowly up your bare thigh. Gentle touches that were purposeful, and well measured. Even in this, he was in control. In control of himself, and of the situation. “How will you ever learn if I just read it to you?” “Teach me then..” you blurt, your voice had never been so soft, so demanding and yet desperate. “Sir..” you add, looking back at him. His thumb had started to draw soft slow patterns on your inner thigh, dangerously close to your cunt. “Teach you….” You could see that he was mulling it over…”teach you…” he cooed in approval, a sinister grin consuming his face. “Very well, darling, teach you, I shall.” He gave a hearty squeeze to your thigh, your breath hitching and your body tensing for a brief moment in his lap, shifting your attention back to his face. Pretending as if he couldn’t see the way your eyes studied him, the way they seemed to have heart shaped iris that were only for him.  

His own gaze was casted past you, eyes scoured the pages before him, looking for something suitable to turn into a lesson. His hands still wandering aimlessly on your skin. “Here…let's start simple…” He leaned back enough, turning to look at you, his breath fanning across your lips from being so close. His eyes trailing up your features until his eyes met yours. “This rune here…” he starts, grasping your jaw with his index and thumb, turning your face, back to the book. “This rune…’othilia’ corresponds to the Latin letter…?” “o.” you state, looking to him for approval, his approval. A soft smile was all he gave you. “And what do you think it means…” His hand, resting under your skirt, had found its way to the crease of your hips and thighs, squeezing at the supple flesh, while his thumb thrummed against your clothed cunt. You found it hard to concentrate, to really look at the shapes on the page, but you had to. “Um…power, wealth?” you tried, letting out a breathy sigh, when his thumb found its way into the damp fabric of your panties, rolling soft circles into your swollen clit. You felt his lips against your ear, your head lulled back against his shoulder. “It means, heritage, possession..” he punctuated the last word with a flick of his thumb, a gesture that had a sweet moan falling from you. With precision he gently rolled his finger over your bud, nipping at your ear with each sweet sound you let out. “Focus….” he coos, drawing your half lidded eyes back to the book. “This one, ‘mannaz’,  tell me its correspondent…” Your mind was muddled. He had pulled the wet fabric away from your cunt, traipsing his slender fingers through your folds, collecting your sweet arousal, teasing your entrance as he waited for your response. “Go on…what is it.?” You hummed softly, searching your mind for what it could possibly be. “Um..it’s ‘m’ the latin ‘m’..” you whimpered, feeling the intrusion of a single digit slipping into your sopping heat. He was rewarding you, with each correct response you gave him. “And what does it mean?” 

You weren’t sure how much of this he really thought you could handle, not with the way that his finger was slowly thrusting in and out of you, his thumb languidly massaging your tender clit. He was watching you, his own gaze lidded, dark. Hungry. He was enjoying this, enjoying the way that he had you, pulling answers from you with simple touches. “Don't make me stop, what does it mean?” he teases, and yet somewhere in the pit of your stomach, you knew that he would. That he would leave you high and dry at a moment's notice. Your eyes had fallen closed, summoning all of your strength to answer him, as he slipped another finger into you, curling them against your sweet spot, just to feel your breath hitch and your body shutter in his grasp. You could feel the way that his cock had hardened beneath you, kept from you by the confines of his trousers, and it did little to help you focus any, it was cruel. “It means…ma-man?” you gasped out, his pace increasing. His lips met the side of your neck, tenderly kissing every bit of exposed skin that he was presented with, careful not to leave a single mark on that delicate skin of yours. “Very good..” he coos, his hot breath felt on your neck and ear. His fingers toyed relentlessly with your aching cunt, his thumb circling your clit gently, and his lips littering chaste kisses to your exposed skin. He had quickly given up on the lesson at hand, now far too consumed in the way that you were writhing happily in his grasp, soft sweet sounds escaping past your lips. Your back arched into him, your head resting on his shoulder as you lost all coherency. Lewd sounds left you like a sinful prayer, trickling past your lips with no real power to stop them. 

You whined, feeling the emptiness in your cunt as he pulled his fingers from you, only to have them brought up to your chapped lips, as he slid not one but both fingers into your mouth, pressing down on the pad of your tongue. A silent order, to taste yourself, to clean up the mess that you had made, and you did without hesitation, closing your lips around them, letting your tongue lap up any and all of the arousal that coated his fingers. He cooed, sweet and simple praises, between delicate chaste kisses to your neck. His free hand wanders the expanse of your neck, down to the top of your blouse, deftly popping the buttons one by one. His touch was featherlight, a mere ghost over your skin, and such a thing allowed for goosebumps to litter your skin. His thumb circles your nipple through your thin bra, smiling against your neck as it perks at his touch. He loved the possession he had over your body, the way you would let him do whatever to it as if it was his own, and you would argue that it was. That it belonged to him, that you belonged to him. 

You weren’t sure when it changed, the suddenness of it all, but you found yourself being gently laid down against the hard polished wood of his desk, your back draping over the materials he had been studying, and your skirt pushed up your waist. His body hovered over yours, his hands gliding up under the blouse that he had worked open, greedily exploring the exposed skin, his head ducked and lips ghosting over the spot his hands had touched mere seconds ago. Your eyes had fallen shut somewhere along the way, relying on your other senses completely. Gentle kisses, soft bites, and languid movements of his tongue as he dragged it up your sternum and neck, taking in the sweet smell and taste of your delicate skin. You arched into his touches, soft sweet sounds escaping you at every one. Each of your senses flooded with nothing but him. His lips were pending over yours, a silent acknowledgement, that everything would be on his terms, and you were okay with it. 

He didn’t bother to kiss you, and you didn’t request it of him either. 

Tom made quick work of removing his trousers, before his hands slid up your thighs, fingers ghosting over your cunt, teasing you just enough to keep you present in the moment. He hooked his fingers over your panties and pulled them aside, the cool air hitting your bare cunt, a soft hiss escaping your lips.  With his free hand, Tom wrapped his slender fingers around your chin, using his index and thumb to pull your face up to his. His eyes were cold, animalistic desire dwelling past the dark shade of brown. He tilted your head down so that you could watch the way his swelling cock slid into your tight cunt, forcing you to understand that he owned you, now in body as well.

Your mouth hung open in a silent gasp, the unrelenting feeling of him stretching you out was nothing shy of pain, but a sweet sweet pleasure. He watched your face, mocking the way you fell silent, with a sly smirk to his perfect lips. He forced you to watch every sinful inch of him disappear deep into your greedy cunt, time and time again. He wanted you to understand, to grasp the claim he had on you. You were being rewarded for your diligence, for your obedience, and he wanted you to know that you were his, only his. No one else could touch you like this, that's what he was saying to you. 

Tom let go of your face, as he gripped your hips, jerking you towards the edge of the table. Your hands fall back to support you, arching your back slightly as you watch him with lidded eyes. As he moved, his pace picking up with each passing moment, you began to lose yourself to the delicious drag of his heavy cock, your sinful mantra of moans and whimpers filling the dark empty spaces of his office. His fingers gripping onto the soft pliable flesh of your thigh and hip was bruising, another simple yet effective reminder of who you belonged to. 

He watched each little tick of your face, each pleasure filled twitch of your lips as you fought off a smile at the feeling of him, taking in each little puff of air that left your parted lips, each pant and moan of satisfaction. He coaxed nothing but the best out of you, building your release at his own desire, his own pace. Your head fell back, your eyes falling closed as you did. You were consumed by the feeling of him and your body was reacting to it in the only way it knew how. 

You felt his hand leave your thigh first, before feeling it wrap around your throat, his long slender fingers wrapping around the curve of your jaw, as he willed you to look at him once more. 

“You keep those pretty little eyes of yours…on me,” he whispered forcefully. There was no room for mistake, you would watch him as he possessed every part of you. He controlled it all, and you’d let him, you’d let him do it forever. 

That's when it all changed. 

He had been sweet seduction, and the thought alone drew you closer….until she came along. Professor. Hawkethorn had never been his match, not the way you were. She didn’t understand him, she didn’t see him for what he truly was. She had fallen trap to his charm, and that was only the surface. You watched it happen, your late night sessions with him faded, he seemingly didn’t need you as much, and he gave not even the slightest inkling why. He said nothing, entertained nothing, did, nothing. His time seemed occupied, but not by you, by her. Selvine Hawkethrone, the new history of magic professor. 

Fine, checkmate. He didn’t want to see you? then you would make him. See you at your fullest, see that you were always there, that you had never left, and more importantly, that you were still very much his to possess. 

He needed to see you, not her. He had no business with her, she wouldn’t do the things that you did for him, you were certain of that. She was only a disruption, a threat to what you guys shared, and she had to go. You wanted to show him your devout loyalty, the extremes that you were willing to go to keep him, to protect him, to *serve* him, and so you would. 

You sat in *his* chair, his office dark and cold, nothing that you minded, as you waited…waited to hear the sound of polished heels clack on in the smooth stone outside the door. You pulse steady as the door opens, a small sliver of light filling the room. 

“Tom?” her soft voice echoed off the shelves of books, as she warily stepped inside. Once the door was shut, you waved your wand lazily, the candles that surrounded his office springing to life with a dull crackle. Her eyes met yours immediately, and they widened almost as if they had seen something they shouldn’t have. She looked fearful. You had a crazed look in your eyes, as you looked over her in silence. She was pathetic, dressed in her best clothes as if she was expecting to meet Professor Riddle, and that's exactly what you had told her, in your little letter. Told her to meet you here, that you desired to see her, all pretending to be your dear dear professor, and she fell for it. Pathetic. 

“You don’t deserve him….” you said, your tone hollow, as you watched her flinch slightly. “Did you really think that he would want you? Send for you? Come on Selvine…you have more sense than that…” you continued, pulling yourself to stand up, walking around the desk, your fingers taunting the flame of the candle. “Professor…you were never going to be his match, his equal…he is destined for great things and you were never going to be the one to help him fulfil that…your just….” You gestured to her with the tip of your wand as if to say something cruel, your face contorted in disgust. “Weak, you're just plain….ordinary…” you said, a mock tone of pity, your face in a frown. 

Selvine said nothing, but reached for her wand slowly, not sure what to expect from you, but you saw it…”ah ah ah, don’t do that..” you warned. You were now pointing your wand directly at her, your grip firm and unwavering. You take a deep breath, tired of this moment…Selvine opened her mouth to say something but you were quick to silence her, ”Save it professor, you shouldn’t touch things that aren’t yours.” 

You flicked your wrist and a green jet of light bursted out of the tip of your wand without remorse. You watched with glassy, transfixed eyes as her lifeless body crumbled to the floor with a thump. The simple unforgivable curse stealing what small pathetic life she had out of her. She was gone. Dead. you lowered your wand to your side, and stood there, slightly shocked by what you had done. 

Tom had slipped out from a dark corner of his office, one where he had stood, watching the entire thing transpire before his eyes. His cold gaze watching you as he approached. Your eyes snapped up to meet him, startled, and unaware that he had been watching the entire time..but that meant that he had seen it, seen the lengths you would go to just for him. You had used the unforgivable curse, for him, something that you had never done before.  

You felt yourself soften, at his appearance, as he stepped over the lifeless body like it was nothing but scum beneath his foot as he approached you. Gripping your chin like a child as he pulled you to meet his gaze. He almost looked pleased, a small sense of approval in his tepid gaze.  

“You can't tell anyone, Professor, I did this for you...she was a threat, and I took care of it, I killed her for you...for us.” you pleaded softly, scared that you had upset him. 

The darkness he lurked in had always been seductive, and when he held out his hand to guide you, how could you say no. You followed, eyes never leaving his, entranced by the beauty of it all, the beauty of the power and knowledge that he possessed. And he was going to share it all with you. It was then that you knew, the devil was real, and you were prepared to do anything for him. “I won’t tell anyone, it's our little secret.”

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Feels So Right ❝part two❞

♡ Pairing: Dbf!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: Ever since Bucky showed you how good things could feel, you need him to show you more.

♡ Warnings: smut, language, fluff, oral (fem receiving), rimming, fingering, petnames like a lot of them hehe,

part one ✧ main masterlist

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+ ONLY

It had been weeks since you and Bucky’s heated moment. Still you could feel his touch on your skin, you could still feel the pleasant buzz he had left behind. All in all, you craved him now that you had gotten a taste.

The week nights had been spent with your hand down your panties, playing with yourself just as he had taught you— but you couldn’t find relief. Your hand didn’t feel the same as his— you didn’t know how to pleasure yourself like he could. How he knew your body better than you did, was beyond you.

Truthfully, you didn’t want to try and get yourself off— you just wanted him to take care of you. Soothe the aches you felt within your body, places he had yet to touch. Your skin burned for him, and you were almost positive that no one else could put out the flames except for him.

It went beyond just his touch. He made you feel so safe— so protected in his hold. You trusted him with your life and didn’t think you’d ever find someone you felt more comfortable to be around. All his touches, all his strokes of your body were so soft— so gentle in the way he was slowly undoing you. It wasn’t like the guys you had tried to be with before, where their needs were always before yours.

No, Bucky didn’t even express his needs— didn’t even mention them. He put you before anything else, making sure you felt good without the discomfort of owing him. There was no catch— just his desire to make you feel incredibly good. It was as easy as breathing being with him. Although it had only happened once— you wanted there to be more “lessons.”

Your Dad Steve had gone out of town for a business trip, and he of course trusted you enough to leave you home alone. You were responsible and respected him and the house well. No need for a babysitter considering you were in your 20’s.

Little did your dad know— you had invited Bucky over. You may had gone a little overboard with your text message to him. You told him it was urgent, and of course Bucky had freaked out and was speeding over to the house.

That’s where you found yourself jumping up at the sound of fast knocking at the door. You held your hand over your heart and wandered to the door, opening it to reveal a slightly sweaty and disheveled Bucky.

“Everything alright?” He asked, furrowing his brows at the way your face was calm.

He had read the text right… right?

“Yeah I probably shouldn’t of worded the text like that— sorry!” You giggled, and immediately Bucky was relaxing.

He shook his head while giving you a tiny smirk.

“Got me worked up over nothing.” He chuckled, running a hand through his messy hair.

You opened the door wider and stepped aside.

“Wanna come in?” You offered.

He smiled and stepped forward into the house, passing by your small frame. He loved the way he towered over you, and the way it got you all flustered.

“Sure doll.” He whispered, walking further into the kitchen leaving you at the door.

His scent wafted into your face, filling your senses with his deep minty pine smell. It was so intoxicating, you felt dizzy with the deep breath in. You quickly closed the door— locking it before following him into the kitchen.

You weren’t surprised to find him rummaging through Steve’s alcohol, which was basically his as well. Your dad only ever drank when Bucky was around.

As he was pouring himself a glass, it gave you time to really get a good look at him. You found your mouth watering at the sight, biting your lip as your eyes traveled up and down his figure. The brown plaid jacket fit him well, making him look extra handsome. His stubble looked just as it had last time, very clean— evident that he took very good care of himself and his appearance. His jeans hugged him just right in every area— overall he just looked so good.

“It’s rude to stare honey.” His voice broke you out of your trance.

You felt your cheeks get hot from being caught staring, you hadn’t meant to— but you couldn’t help it either.

“Sorry it’s just… you look good.” You admitted.

Bucky gazed down at you from across the island. Tipping his glass back, letting the burn travel down his throat. He knew you were just as starving for him as he was for you— and he knew he shouldn’t be doing this with his friends daughter. But he had a hard couple of weeks without you.

He fucked his hand nearly every night, trying to imagine your sweet sounds— and him being the one pulling them from you.

He let his eyes wander over your form, taking in your short sleeping shorts— your thin tank that did little to hide your tits. He almost growled, the way you were taunting him— the way you were teasing him with the way your nipples poked through your tank. The way your ass peaked out from the bottom of your shorts.

“(Y/n), why did you invite me over?” He asked lowly, filling his glass back up while you shuffled closer to him around the island.

You shrugged and tried to play dumb.

“Didn’t wanna be alone.” You told him.

“You sure it’s not because of something else?” He hinted.

You held his gaze, trying your best to read him— but he was good at keeping a poker face. You scooted closer.

“Maybe…” You started, taking another step closer. “Maybe I need you to teach me something.”

He lowered his gaze to his glass, raising it to his lips to tip back— his throat burning deliciously. Could he really deny you— he was already so deep in this pit that was you.

“Oh is that right?” He growled.

You nodded and took another step closer, his form towering over you more the closer you got, it had you excited and squeezing your thighs together.

Bucky noticed.

“You’re the only one who’s ever made me feel that good.” You whispered, “I wanna feel it again.”

He clenched his jaw, forcing his arms to stay either resting on the island or at his sides.

“Then you should try what I showed you.” He told you, pushing the glass away and twisting the cap back on the bottle.

You shook your head, a small frown lining your face.

“Doesn’t feel the same… I like it when it’s you.” You admitted.

Bucky took a deep breath in, your scent filling his senses and it was so lethal— he almost felt high off of it. You looked so good below him, your mock innocent eyes staring up at him, your lip jutting out into a pout. You were killing his self control— if he had any left.

“My dad won’t know— it’s okay.” You added.

That fueled the fire, the mere mention of how forbidden this was only made him want you that much more— and he wondered what had twisted him to think like that. He should stop now— head home.

But instead, he stepped forward, pressing his body against yours. Self control was no more.

“What are you doing to me baby?” He whispered, letting his hands rest of your shoulders, running all the way down your arms.

You didn’t have time to prepare yourself before he was hoisting you up by your legs, placing you on top of the island. He situated himself in between your thighs, pulling you forcefully into his chest. Your barely clothed core pushing up against his bulge.

You let out a gasp, your arms looping around his neck instinctively. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding against his bulge, the jeans creating delicious friction to your aching clit.

He held his arms around your lower back, keeping you pressed tightly against him. He chuckled, his eyes hooded and dark watching you hump him like a cat in heat.

“Oh honey, you poor thing.” He cooed, cradling your jaw with one of his hands. “So desperate.”

You whined when his hands stop your movements, watching him step away from you. But you didn’t have long to complain when you saw him lower his body down— his head lining up with your crotch.

“Don’t worry baby— I’ll teach you something new.” He teased, wasting no time and pulling your shorts down, throwing them to the side.

He nearly moaned when he glanced back to find out you weren’t wearing any panties. Your core was exposed, puffy and dripping.

You felt hot under his stare, your core aching almost painfully as he just looked at it. You shifted your hips closer to him.

He glanced up to you with dark eyes, his pupils blown out with lust.

“So pretty sweetheart,” He snuck his hand closer, letting his thumb brush from your slit to your clit. “So wet for me.”

You jumped from his touch, your eyes nearly rolling back into your head when he continued circling his thumb around your clit.

"Ohhh... Buckyy..." You moaned breathlessly, your hips jutting up to push his fingers harder against you.

He yanked your legs up, forcing you to lean back with your legs up— exposing your core further. This new angle gave him a great view of your little puckered hole. His eyes darkened and he couldn’t help himself— so he leaned forward and gave your little hole a lick.

You gasped from the new feeling, never had been touched there— it was oddly pleasant, and the way he kept circling your bud while giving your hole kitten licks was heavenly.

He smiled in between licks, his stubble scratching the inside of your ass.

“Babydoll… no one ever touch you here?” He asked softly, rubbing his thumb back and fourth from your clit down to your slit, while he kept up his ministrations on your hole.

You shook your head, leaning back on your shaking arms. You could feel yourself clench over nothing, your core aching to be filled.

He gave your puckered hole a kiss before glancing up to you, a growl almost escaping at the pathetic, fucked out look you had on your face. He licked his lips as the layer of sweat coating your forehead.

“No one ever took the time to take care of you honey, but I’m going to— don’t you worry.” He promised, peppering kisses to your inner thighs while he circled your swollen bud.

You began to breathe heavily as his mouth got closer to your center, your heart beating in excitement.

“Just relax baby, gonna make you feel good.” He cooed.

With a nod from you, he was shoving his face into your cunt. Giving your pussy an open mouthed kiss, letting his tongue dart inside and feel around your walls— which had you crying out, instinctively trying to crawl away because it felt too good.

He used he free hand to press down on your stomach, forcing you to lay all the way down on the island. His strong arm kept you in place, leaving you no chance to run. Not that you wanted to.

“Gotta stay still babygirl.” He instructed.

You found it hard to stay still with his thumb rubbing faster of your clit, his tongue massaging your walls and slit so perfectly you felt dizzy. You had never had someone go down on you like this, and you wondered how you had gone this long without it— it felt too fucking good.

“Bucky— feels so good, please don’t stop!” You whined, your hips starting to grind against his face in attempt to chase your release quicker.

Bucky went feral at your whines, your pleas— it only spurred him on, starting to lick, kiss and suck at your cunt faster and harder.

He stopped his rubbing motions of your clit and snuck his hand down to your slit, lifting his mouth to insert two fingers. They slid in easily with how wet you were, and he could feel your walls clamping down on them. Had him growling at your whines.

“Oh… fuckkk…” You moaned out, gripping the island in a death grip, the coil tightening within you.

Bucky lowered his head back down and sucked hard onto your clit, watching your body jolt from the sensation.

He knew you were close.

You whimpered and couldn’t stop grinding your face into his face and onto his fingers— wishing them deeper.

He started moving his fingers in a come here motion and brushed against a spongey pad— causing your hips to jolt, your cries loud and echoing throughout the kitchen.

“There it is baby… want you to cum for me.” He cooed.

He kept sucking and rolling his tongue around your clit while brushing against your sweet spot repeatedly. The edges of your vision were hazy and dark, the coil nearly snapping.

“C’mon sweetheart— let go.” He whispered, licking up and down your clit quickly.

With one last stroke against your sweet spot, you were crying out, pathetic whines leaving your lips as your body twitched and jolted, no doubt having fallen off the island if he weren’t holding you down. Waves of ecstasy flowed within you, your entire body buzzing as he kept lazily stroking your walls, avoiding your sweet spot in order not to overstimulate you.

He peppered kisses to your pussy and inner thighs as you came down, every now and then hips twitching at every other kiss he’d place on your clit.

Your breathing was slowly coming back down, you stayed laying on the island— completely covered in sweat. You had a dumb weak smile on your face, your eyes fluttered shut from the intense pleasant buzz that filled your being. You almost felt like you were floating.

“You with me honey?” He joked, giving your sensitive bud one last kiss before raising up to his feet.

He gently pulled you up so you were sitting up now. He let out a tiny chuckle at your ducked out expression.

“(Y/n)?” He teased, tucking stray hairs behind your ear.

You nodded and leaned into his touch, closing your eyes in contentment.

“I’m perfect.” You whispered, looping your arms around his waist, burying your face into his chest.

His heart pulsed at the action, you looking so delicate and pure hugging him like a little monkey. The waves of pure bliss from your state were overwhelming, taking over all his senses— but it still couldn’t block out the guilt that came after.

“You’re a little cuddle bunny, aren’t ya?” He cooed, rubbing your back soothingly.

He didn’t hear a response, and if you did respond— he couldn’t hear it due to his mind getting lost in the what if’s. The guilt eating away at him.

He supposed he’d had fun until the moment came where he couldn’t anymore.

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[dialovers-lover-xoxo]

Subaru Sakamaki x Female Reader Smut

NSFW WARNING: This post contains explicit sexual nsfw content. If you are a minor or that kind of content makes you uncomfortable, please don't read under the cut ❗️❗️❗️

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Mutual masturbation, vanilla penetrative sex, oral, fingering, profession of love, gentle, romantic

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You walked to Subaru's room, simply seeking his company. Despite his anger issues, he was probably the best Sakamaki brother to spend time with. At least in your opinion. You tried to tell yourself it wasn't also your physical and romantic attraction causing you to spend time with him.

You stopped outside his bedroom door and heard very quiet panting. Heat immediately blazed in your cheeks. This was an invasion or privacy, you should go, you turned to leave-

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Subaru growled after opening the door. Your eyes darted from his face down to the unmistakable bulge in his pants.

"Nothing! I mean, I was going to see if you wanted to hang out but I see you're busy so I'll leave!" You stammered out at the speed of light, your hands up like you were getting arrested. "Tch, get in here." Subaru muttered, grabbing your arm. He yanked you inside his room. "YAH!"

He released you and crossed his arms in front of his chest. His broad and muscular chest. "I wasn't...doing anything..." Subaru muttered, his pale cheeks turning pink with embarrassment. "O-okay..."

Subaru narrowed his eyes and the two of you stood in awkward silence, when normally you two could actually have an enjoyable conversation. You looked down at your clasped hands. When the silence got unbearable you looked back up at him. "How...would I pleasure you?"

Subaru's eyes widened. "What?" He growled, now bright red. You hesitantly stepped forward. You reached out of your hand near his chest, and when he didn't back away, you gently rested it on his chest. "I want to pleasure you."

Subaru's body became tense, but he was aroused as well, his breathing becoming heavy, his pupils dilating. "Alright, I'll show ya." His grin was dark and sexy. "First, we kiss." You gasped when he pressed his mouth to yours, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against him. You touched up his chest and tangled your fingers in his soft hair. It was a passionate kiss, with open mouths. He lifted you up and after a moment of shock you wound your legs around his waist and held onto him tightly. He carried you to his bed - casket - and laid you down. He settled in between your legs and on top of you. You moaned softly feeling his heavy weight on top of you, and your mouths met again. He rocked his hips against you and you moaned into his mouth, feeling his hardness against your softness.

The two of you pulled on each others' clothes and occasionally separated until you were both gasping for breath in your undergarments. Subaru was only in briefs, his erection creating a large bulge. You were only in your bra and underwear. With Subaru hovering on top of you, you stared into each others' eyes.

With hands less steady than before, Subaru reached behind you and in clipped your bra. You reached for his briefs, nervous and excited, and pulled them down. His erection rubbed against your womanhood, only covered by the thin fabric of your underwear.

You looked up at him. Subaru's red eyes were heavy with lust. He rubbed his hardness against you again and you moaned gripping him. After pressing a kiss to your breast that made you gasp, he gently took your hand in his and guided it to his member. "Hold me...like this." He murmured. Swallowing, you wrapped your hand around his length and started to move up and down. A small growl came from Subaru. He hooked his fingers under your underwear and pulled it down. He laid down next to you and started gently circling your womanhood with his finger as you continued pumping his member. You moaned at the pleasurable sensation and leaned your head against Subaru's chest, whimpering.

"Put your mouth on me." Subaru said quietly. You leaned up, wanting to do it, but nervous to these new experiences. Subaru took in your expression and pink blush appeared on his cheeks that you saw right before he turned away. "Ya don't have to, but it's a good way to pleasure a man." He paused. "I won't be rough with ya, alright?" His voice was quiet and soft.

You nodded and cupped his cheek, turning him to face you for another kiss, with you leaning over him. His hand went to your breast and massaged it as your kiss deepened.

Taking a deep breath you sat in between his legs, looking at his length. It was hard and already glistening with pre-cum. You pressed a kiss to the tip, which made Subaru shudder. Tentatively you licked up the sides of his shaft. Like any skin-covered body part it was mostly tasteless, if a little salty. You swirled your tongue around his tip and Subaru rewarded you with a moan, clenching his fist tightly. You smiled and slowly took him into your mouth, watching his expression. The way his eyebrows drew together and his mouth opened for a breathless moan...wetness pooled between your legs, accompanied by an aching asking for release. You bobbed your head up and down slowly and Subaru arched up slightly, gripping your hair as you pleasured him with your mouth.

Hollowing your cheeks, you tried sucking a little harder and Subaru let out an unrestrained moan of pleasure. You used your hands to stroke his thighs and balls and you felt his legs twitching. "F-Fuck!" Subaru growled. "I'm gonna-if ya gotta pull-you don't have to-" but you wanted to, so when Subaru moaned and cummed in your mouth, you swallowed. Satisfied with how good you made Subaru feel, you smiled proudly and climbed on top of him for another kiss. Subaru was breathing heavily, his chest heaving up and down from his orgasm, but he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you back.

"My turn." He growled and flipped you over, making you squeal. His hands roamed everywhere, touching and fondling in the most amazing way, he kissed down your neck to your breasts, lavishing them with hot wet kisses. You squirmed for more and whined. "Subaru...please..." Subaru sucked one nipple into his mouth and you thought you'd go crazy. You gripped his hair and moaned. His strong hand gently massaged the breast he wasn't attending to with his mouth and you panted and whimpered.

Kissing down your body, Subaru laid between your thighs. Without warning he lifted your legs and hooked them over his shoulders. You gasped and might've been embarrassed if he hadn't started to suckle on your flower gently, his tongue teasing your clit. "Oh fuck!" His tongue fluttered over an especially sensitive spot and all self-consciousness disappeared in favor of receiving more pleasure. "Yes, right there! Yes!" You let out another embarrassingly loud moan, but you were the past the point of caring. You felt a finger enter you and you bucked your hips up, loving the stretched sensation that came with Subaru fingering you. You felt yourself going higher and higher as Subaru used his tongue on your clit in the most mind-blowing way. You tensed, the pressure building and you began to twitch, the pleasure was completely overwhelming and it was more than you can handle until-

"Ahhhhh!" You shattered, your release sending waves of pure ecstasy in your body. You moaned and shook, panting until you were able to recover from your high.

Subaru said your name quietly and you raised your eyes to meet his. "Can we..." "Yes," you breathed out. He settled in between your legs and held you in his arms. You gripped his shoulders when you felt his length push against your opening. "Ready?" "Yes." You whispered.

Gritting his teeth, Subaru slowly pushed inside you. You moaned and held him tightly as he entered you, stretching you out in the most amazing way. When Subaru was buried to the hilt inside you he stilled and pressed a soft sweet brief kiss to your lips. "Everything okay?" You laughed, overwhelmed and in love. "Yes, keep going. Make love to me Subaru." Surprise flashed in Subaru's eyes at the idea of love, but then he nodded and his expression made it undoubtedly clear that he loved you too.

Subaru began smooth slow thrusts inside you and the two of you moaned as one. He kissed down your neck back up to your mouth and you touched his chiseled chest and strong arms, loving the feeling.

Subaru started to speed up, the coffin thumping with his thrusts, and his body tensed; he was close. Subaru held himself up with one arm and his free hand traveled down to flick your clit, so you'd be both tumble over the edge together.

"Subaru!" You bit into his shoulder to stop the loud moans that threatened to spill from your lips and Subaru groaned, his body tensing, then stilling as he spilled his cum into you. You fell over the edge, wrapping your arms around Subaru to pull him down for a kiss. He responded eagerly, running his hands over your body as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss.

You kissed and let your hands explore each other for a while before he rolled off you, then pulled you into his arms, holding you close. "We made love, Subaru. I love you." There wasn't a hint of hesitation or even blush on his cheeks when he said, "I've loved you for a long time."

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[thisisarcanereverie]

Rating: Explicit (Minors DNI)

Warnings: Upsetting topics such as Marc being toxic slightly. Face sitting, fingering, probably crappy it’s been a while since I wrote a pure smut fic, there is little to no plot just smut. Light angst. Also I do not own any of the pictures, I tried my best it's my first time putting a collage like this on here so there ya go.

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You breathe him in, the smell of cedar and spice filling your senses. His lips mold onto yours in a gentle kiss, holding promises that you both knew he wouldn’t keep. He tasted like false hope and sin, both intoxicating and the recipe for your ruination; but you don’t care. How could you? You’re surrounded by him, his smell, his lips, his touch. All of it, both too little and too much, a pleasant buzz forms under your skin as you can feel your need for him grow into something with teeth and claws. He doesn’t say much in these interactions, but he looks at you with those dark eyes, glistening in the city light that bleeds through the crack of the curtains. you could spend hours in them, counting every star his midnight eyes caught in the light.

His lips travel their familiar path from your lips to your throat, you feel his breath against your skin as his teeth nip and his lips kiss as an empty silent apology. You cling to him as your breathing hitches, his hands find purchase at your hips, kneading the flesh that’s there. You run your hands through his curls, the soft ringlets flow effortlessly through your fingers. you don’t even try to control the breathy moans that tumble out of your mouth as he finds the one spot on your neck that sends shivers running through you. His hands move from your hips, his fingers dancing along your skin leaving a trail of goosebumps and fire in their wake. You feel him moan as you fingers grip his hair tighter, your back arches into him as if he wasn’t close enough.

It was strange, this thing with Marc Spector. If he were anyone else you would’ve told him to drop dead the moment you saw him on the other side of your door, but instead you let him in again and again; like he’s a lesson you refuse to learn. He’d hand you the flowers he brought with him, the kind someone would get last minute before checking out at the grocery store; and a card that said all things that he wouldn’t. You would fall for it, like you always did, and welcome him in with open arms; but you know the day is coming, where he wouldn’t darken your doorway again or you will lock the door instead of turning the knob. Until then, though, you let him kiss you and hold you and let him take you over the edge again and again until he was satisfied.

You struggle for air as his fingers find that spot inside you that makes your toes curl and you throb. You hold onto him like he’s the only thing holding you to the ground, he repeats the motion as his lips find themselves at the tops of your breasts. He looked up at you, eyes dark and wet and full of hunger; something so ravenous and thirsty that it reminded you of yours. His gaze never left yours as his mouth latched onto the peak of your right breast, you choke at the feel of his canines merely grazing you as his thumb draws lazy circles on your clit. Your hands travel from his hair to venture further south, merely ghosting over his feverish skin. You watch with subtle fascination at the trail of goosebumps that follows your touch; and for a brief moment you believe that you have the same effect on him as he does you.

Your hands make it no further than his chest before he lets your breast go, a thin, clear strand still connecting you and him before it breaks. His ministrations below have slowed, letting the knot that has formed to ebb away. You groan lightly and furrow your brows, you had been on the verge of heaven only to have had it slip through your grasp. There was a moment of heated silence, a tease really, one full of fire and an unbreaking stare; and as he takes your hands off of his chest and holds them you had started to wonder if maybe you had crossed a line of some kind.

Until he started to lean back onto the cotton comforter below, his eyes not leaving yours. His hands move from your hands to your bare hips, caressing the soft flesh first before gripping it solidly.

“Up here.” is all he rasped. At first you were unsure, slightly afraid you would suffocate him, that was until in a brief flash you went from sitting above his bulge to his shoulders. You didn’t even register him lifting you. You hover for a moment until you see the look in his eyes, his gaze was feral and you feared that if you hesitated for a second longer he may go mad. So slowly you began to put weight onto him, until suddenly you were pulled in all at once. Your full weight comes crashing down onto him, his hands harshly kneading the flesh of your ass as he roughly pulls you further into him. You don't even have time to worry that you might be suffocating him as he works you into another lust filled frenzy.

This, this and your stubborn heart is what always makes you reopen that door and to forgive and forget every transgression he's ever made. He eats you out as though he hasn't had a decent meal in years, like Erysichthon when the gods cursed him with a hunger that could never be sated.

His war worn hands grip you as though you run the moment he lets go. You grip the headboard until your knuckles whiten and your fingers ache. You don't mind though, your mind is too clouded by the bliss he's giving you. His nose brushes against your clit as he inhales you. You feel the knot your abdomen start to form as your toes curl. Marc must sense it as his eyes impossibly grew darker. You could already feel the bruises start to form as his grip tightens and his efforts double fold. You let out a choked moan as tears prick the corners of your eyes, you swear to every god that you will kill him if he stops what he's doing. An empty oath that you know you'll never follow through on. You let out a string of curses as your eyes roll into the back of your head, you don't even register your hands leaving the headboard to curl themselves around his dark ringlets. The knot is impossibly tight now, it's almost painful how close you were. The feeling similar to looking over a steep cliff and knowing that one gust, one push and you'd fall, weightless as you crash.

You barely register one of his hands leaving their vice grip on your waist to one of your hands in his hair, gently coaxing your digits to let go. His fingers replace the soft hair previously in your grasp, his hand holds yours gently; contrasting the rough way his other grips your waist and the way he is devouring you, body and soul. it isn't until you see the look in his eyes, as though the world could be burning and he wouldn't look away from you for a moment that you feel the knot inside you burst like fireworks. Lightning courses through your body and electrifies your nerves. A scream you did not register leaving you escapes, it's choked and primal and filled with every feral thought and want in you. It leaves you throbbing and with wet cheeks. He doesn't stop as he rips another one from you again, faster than the last one but leaves you feeling boneless all the same. You practically have to rip yourself away from him, otherwise he would drain you until you were nothing left but a husk. You were prepared to take care of him only to find a large wet patch decorating his briefs instead. You could feel a ridiculous amount of pride swell in you as you brought this man to his release with just the taste of you alone.

Marc takes a moment to breathe and lay with his arms around you for a brief moment before getting up to rid himself of the soiled underwear and go to the bathroom to grab a soft, warm wet cloth to clean you up with. While he's gone you can't help but relive what brought you to this moment, you both fought. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence, and it happened more often than you cared to admit. You simply had asked a question, one that you didn't think was so hard to answer. You asked where he ran off to most days of the week, and why you had never in 3 years of dating been over at his. He could've said anything, that he lived with annoying flatmates or his parents and you would've believed him. Instead, though, he had fought you on it and told you it wasn't any of your business. You tried not to think of what came after that, of what he said to you and how he slammed the door behind him as he left.

You were a fool, you knew that, you knew you would continue being the fool for him. You will ignore every red flag about him, you will kiss every new scar and never ask where they came from. Because if that was the price you had to pay to have his midnight eyes on you longer, his kisses linger, or for that addicting touch of his to stay with you longer then you were willing to pay it.

You were ok with being an afterthought, so long as you were a thought at all.

So as you laid that night next to him, curled into his arms breathing in that spiced scent of his. You relished in his mar and once again donned your rose tinted lenses, making all his red flags look like any other; and made peace with the fact that some people never learned their lesson.

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Smut ahoy! I feel the filth transfer through my fingers today - finally! 👏😂 It's like I'm fingering the keyboard here, creating all sorts of juicy stuff for James and Lorna 🤤 They seem pretty fucking pleased so far...

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Rec the filthiest J2 fic you know of!

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I'm trying to get into the groove of writing smut again and want some prompts.

Please send me some.

They will be short, like 100-500 words tops.

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[searchingforakeythatdoesntexist]

Please, listen to this.

Rose-tinted view

And satellites that compromise the truth

But I wanted more

With the cuts and the bruises

Touch my face

A hopeless embrace

I need to believe

But I still want more

With the cuts and the bruises

Don't close the door

On what you adore

Have faith!

It drives me away

But it turns me on

Like a stranger's love

It rockets through the universe

It fuels the lies and feeds the curse

Believe !

We could be glorious.

They are bound. For better and for worse.

To Hell, to Heaven.

To each other.

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[gummydummy19]

Soft on me (male reader version)

Summary: every time you and Steve fuck, you do it his way, because Captain America is always in charge. But what happens when Stevie wakes up after an exhausting mission and finds himself tied to his bed, with you on top of him…

Content Warning: smut (anal sex), powerplay, Sub/Dom dynamics, teasing, bondage (steve is retrained), nicknames (Captain, Sweetheart,…), Nomad Stevie, fluff, Steve and reader are NOT in an established relationship at the beginning of this, use of "good boy" (both parties), top Steve, bottom reader.

A/N: since I've been getting a bunch of male reader requests I figured this would be the easiest way to ease the cravings :)) this is one of my old stories I rewrote to be male reader, I really hope you like it!!!

Disclaimer: male reader fics are not my forte. This was written by a women from a female point of view so I really hope you guys like it. Requests and feedback are always welcome, lmk if you wanna be on my taglist <3.

Before he even opened his eyes, he could feel the weight of your body straddling his.

“Morning!” you chirped, a wide grin plastered on your face.

Steve’s eyes fluttered open, immediately greeted with the sight of you on top of him.

You looked amazing, covered in hickeys and bruised from the night before The only thing you were wearing was a black, satin tie, and there was nothing but mischief in your eyes.

The second he tried to move, he could feel the tug on his wrists. The sound of the metal handcuffs rattling against the bars of his bedpost.

“Howdy there big boy, where do you think you’re going?” You teased.

“Untie me.” He simply said, entirely unamused.

“Now where’s the fun in that?” You asked, not planning on giving in so soon. 

“Fun huh? Well if that’s what you’re looking for, sweetheart, all you had to do was ask.”

“Not today, Captain. Because today, I’m in charge.” You stated with a proud smile.

“You realize I can easily just break these silly cuffs and bend you over my lap, right?” He said, already fed up with your games.

“Go ahead and try.” You dared him.

Steve felt the slightest bit of worry mixed with curiosity in his stomach as he stared up at you.

He chuckled before tugging hard on the cuffs, expecting them to snap at the movement. To his surprise, they didn’t budge.

“Vibranium.” You said, answering the question you knew lingered on his lips.

“I had Shuri make them for me a while ago. Been waiting for the perfect moment to break them in, although you and I both know, they won’t actually break, will they?”

Oh he was fuming.

“Get me out of these fucking cuffs!” He yelled.

“Oh would you relax, you big baby!” You chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to his bearded cheek.

“You remember your safeword?” You asked, using the same tone he always used on you.

“This isn’t fucking funny,”

“Yeah well I’m not fucking laughing, am I? Now watch your language before I spank you.”

He only growled in response.

Although he was being grumpy, you knew he would use the safeword if you actually pushed him too far out of his comfort zone.

Giving him a lighthearted smile, you moved to press slow kisses all over his frown.

A deep sigh escaped through Steves nose. The way you peppered sweet kisses all over his face put him at ease.

“Fine.” He breathed. “What do you have in store for me, huh? Are you gonna use my body as you please? Come all over Captain’s cock?”

“Stop that.” You warned, swatting his chest.

“What?”

“Stop taking control! You’re tied up. I’m on top. My rules.” You argued.

“So you keep saying” he chuckled. “What exactly are ‘your rules’?”

Taking a second to think about his question, you huffed out in frustration.

“Cut me some slack, I’m not used to this” you whined, dropping your head on his chest.

The fabric of his cotton shirt felt heavenly against your skin. It was all soft and comfortable, and it smelled like him.

“You’re comfy.” You said. “Just give me a minute and I’ll figure out what to do next.”

His heart melted. You were like a cat, snuggling into his shirt. It did feel really nice, but he’d be damned if he’d just admit that to you.

“So you tied me to the bed, to cuddle?” He raised his brow, giving you an amused look.

“Maybe I did”

You wrapped your arms around his torso and nuzzled against his beard.

“Hmm, you smell good.” You hummed, pressing light kisses up his neck.

“You’re a horrible dom.” Steve raised his brow.

You shushed him and pressed your lips against his. Your hands slid over his shoulders to his hair, fingers tangling in his dark golden locks.

Your hips started grinding against his, cock rubbing against the growing bulge hidden in his pants.

Pulling your lips from his, you sat up straight, still grinding into him, slowly.

“I’m going to give you a lesson in patience.”

“You?” He straight up laughed in your face. “You’re the one begging for me to fuck you every time I so much as breath too close to you.”

Your face turned red. You didn’t even know if it was anger or embarrassment, but you were starting to get pissed.

This wasn’t going to work, not like this.

“Fine.” You huffed, stopping your movements. “You’re right, I do want Captain to fuck me.”

Your voice was sultry, silky smooth. Just how he liked it. Never breaking eye contact with Steve, you slowly slithered down his body, leaving teasing pecks all over his cotton covered chest and stomach until your face was right in front of his painfully hard cock.

Pulling up his shirt slightly, you pressed more kisses on his abdomen, above his hips, down his happy trail. Fingers eagerly tugging on his waistband before finally pulling out his fat dick.

Steve didn’t say a word, he just watched you intently. Registering your every move. He watched as you licked a long, firm stripe up the base of his length, all the way to his tip before circling it with your tongue.

“Oh fuck” he breathed. “There you go, just like that, good boy.”

Your tongue swirled over his slit, tasting the single drop of precum. But instead of taking him in your mouth, you just kept teasing him.

Pressing light kisses up and down his shaft. Fondling with his balls, until he groaned, bucking his hips into nothing.

“Ah ah,…patience.” You teased. “That shouldn’t be hard for you, right Captain?”

Steve growled, but it quickly turned into a whine as you latched your mouth around his dripping tip.

You hummed in delight, wanting to hear that sound again. And you weren’t disappointed, the vibrations of your moans against him made him loose his mind.

“Oh FUCK” he nearly screamed. Trying to get you to take him deeper, but you just pulled back every time he got too far.

This would usually be the part where he gripped your hair, forcing himself down your throat until you gagged around him.

Before you met Steve, you often opted for more…vanilla sex. Simply because no one you ever met did rough sex right.

Steve did. Oh he SO did. He respected you, you know he did. Which is exactly why it was so easy to give yourself to him, completely and entirely.

Sex with Steve is easily the best sex you’ve ever had. It was nice to have someone take over control when you needed it. Especially in your line of work. But lately you’ve just been wanting to try something new.

Well, not new for you, new for Steve.

A little TLC, if you will. You felt like you both deserved it, after the missions you’ve had.

You pulled away from him entirely. Sitting up as you watched Steve, tugging at the cuffs as he writhed and squirmed on the bed.

“My poor, Stevie.” You cooed, moving to lay beside him.

“When I get out of these damn cuffs-”

“- you’ll ruin me, I know I know.” You finished his sentence. “Don’t get ahead of yourself Captain Rogers. We’ve barely gotten started”

You turned on your side to face him, draping your leg over his, you snuggled against him and kissed his cheek, sweetly brushing your fingers through his hair.

“I wouldn’t have to tie you up if you could just learn to behave.”

He gave you a questioning look.

“Just trust me” you said, your hand travelled down his body, grabbing his still throbbing erection.

“Let me take care of you, Stevie.” You cooed, nibbling on his ear, slowly pumping his shaft

His breathing hitched, it was safe to say that Steve was a little confused.

“You’re going soft on me.” He whispered, making you smirk.

“And you’re getting hard on me.”

You moved to slide off his pants entirely before finally getting on top of him again.

The internal struggle visible in his eyes made you giggle.

“Steve, would you relax?”

“Untie me.” He asked yet again.

“Why?” You raised a brow.

“Because I want to touch you” his voice was softer than before. You could hear how hard he tried to sound stern. How hard he tried not to beg. 

You didn’t reply as you spit in your hand, reaching down to coat Steve's hard cock with your saliva. You reached over to the nightstand to grab the lube, giving him one more soft kiss before squeezing some of the sticky liquid on his cock. You gave him a few more strokes before finally sinking down on him carefully.

His eyes rolled back and he let out a satisfied groan. Even over his shirt, you felt the vibrations rumble in his chest as your fingertips pressed into the soft flesh, making you moan.

You slowly started riding him, slightly raising your hips with every sway, making his hard cock slip halfway out of your asshole every time before plunging back in as your cock rubbed against the patch of hair going up his lower belly.

You were in heaven.

“If I untie you, do you promise you’ll be a good boy?” You questioned. You were a mess, eyes closed and mouth slightly hanging open in pure bliss.

But Steve was stubborn. He kept his mouth shut and watched you ride him.

You groaned impatiently and grabbed his jaw, squeezing his cheeks between your fingers.

“I asked you a question, Steve.”

You squeezed your hole tightly around his throbbing cock, before stilling your movements.

“Are you going to be a good boy?”

Steve tried bucking his hips up in frustration but you didn’t move.

“I’ll take that as a no.”

Steve expected you to lift off him, tease him some more, just like he would do when you were being a brat. But you didn’t.

You kept moving at a slow, sensual pace. You whined as you trailed your hands over his chest, to his neck once more before moving them to your own body. The tingling sensation of his hot skin lingered on your fingers as you ran them over your own chest, imagining it were Steve’s rough hands softly caressing your skin.

As he watched you, and he felt you, Steve realized how handsome you were. Not that he had never noticed before, just not like this. Soft moans and whimpers tumbling from your lips as you moved on top of him, your fingers trailing over your soft skin.

His hands itched, god he would do anything to touch you right now, but he also noticed how being restrained from doing so made everything so much more intense.

It was different from when he had you tied up. You weren’t being as cruel as he would be. You didn’t toy with him as much and you weren’t nearly as mean, quite the opposite actually. You were being so soft and sweet.

That’s when it hit him. You didn’t want control. You just wanted some soft loving.

“Untie me”

“No.”

“Untie me, baby please?”

“Steve” you whined

“Untie me and I’ll give you what you want.”

You tore your eyes open, glaring down at him.

He let out a deep sigh before uttering the words “I’ll be a good boy.”

You couldn’t believe he actually said it. Steve never gave up control. Ever.

“Just let me touch you? Please?” He begged.

Steve Rogers. Captain freaking America, begging you to let him touch you.

He was right, you were a horrible dom.

You moved your hands to the cuffs. The fingerprint scanner Shuri had put in there proved to work perfectly as they clicked open the second your finger pad touched the middle part.

“You can keep the cuffs, just know that they only open with my touch” you said, flinging the piece of vibranium on the floor.

“Good, I don’t plan on using them with anyone else.” Steve breathed, sitting up as his hands flew to your waist.

He put his head against your chest, the side of his face pressed against your sternum.

“Steve” you exhaled. Part of you had expected him to take back control right away, flipping you over and fucking you into the mattress until you came so many times you saw stars (and stripes lol).

Instead, Steve just held you like that for a while. 

This was probably the most intimate moment you had ever shared with Steve. And it made you realize how much you had been longing for this, how much you needed to just…feel him. To let go with him. Not just of control, of everything. Steve owned you. Mind, body and soul. 

The palms of his hands were pressed flat against your back, holding you close against him while your hands played with his hair.

He was still buried deep inside of you, but neither of you moved, just basking in body heat, enjoying each others embrace.

“I’m kinda offended that you feel like you had to tie me up for this.” Steve finally spoke up.

For a split second, you thought you saw hurt flash through his eyes.

“Oh Stevie” you cradled his face, ducking down to press a slow kiss against his lips.

You both moaned into the kiss, suddenly aware of your position, you slowly started moving again.

You both kept each other close as you found a pleasurable pace.

“I’m sorry.” he breathed in between moans.

“W-what for?” You asked hazily.

“For…oh fuck…for making you feel like you…shit…like you couldn’t just…a-ask” he spoke as the pleasure increased with the tempo, his cock hitting your prostate with every move.  

“Oh Steve!” You moaned loudly. Feeling his fingers slide down to stroke your cock.

Your orgasm came over you in waves, drowning everything around you out for a blissful moment as you rode it through, marking Steve's chest with your cum.

The clenching of your asshole and the angelic sounds tumbling over your lips made Steve shudder as he shot his hot load inside of you.

“Oh FUCK, BABY!” He almost crushed your body against his. Grip tightening around you as you felt his warm seed covering the fluttering walls of your asshole.

Steve pressed his lips against yours as you both road out your highs.

Chests heaved against one other. The smell of sex surrounded your sweat and cum covered bodies, but neither of you cared.

When he softly pulled away from the kiss, he leaned his forehead against yours before falling back against the bed, taking you with him.

You stayed on top of him for a second until he finally rolled you over and gently pulled out of you.

“I’ll be right back.” He pressed a chaste kiss against your cheek before disappearing into the bathroom.

His absence only lasted a few minutes, but it gave you time to take off your tie, dropping it on the floor next to the rest of your discarded clothes. 

Steve returned wearing a fresh pair of boxer shorts, carrying a wet washing cloth and a little towel in his hands.  

He only gave you a soft smile. Wordlessly cleaning up the mess between your thighs and on your chest before getting rid of the towel. He gave you one of his clean boxers, fighting off the fresh wave of dirty thoughts that seeing you in his underwear brought on. You quietly put them on, blushing as Steve came to lie down next to you, immediately pulling you close.

“You okay?” You both spoke up at the same time, giggling a little at the slightly awkward moment.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You said with a smile.

He grinned back at you, “me too.”

A comfortable silence settled in between the two of you. This time you were the one to break it.

“Well…that was…different.”

“Yeah…it was.” Steve replied 

“did you..I mean…was it good different or…or bad different?”

Steve turned to look at you. Studying your face for a moment before leaning in and pressing a sweet kiss against your lips. 

“I don’t ever want anyone else." He said when he pulled back. 

You didn’t know how to reply, so you just looked at him with soft eyes, allowing him to continue.

“I know that this…thing…between us has been… it’s just…I want you to know that it’s more than just blowing off steam or something. And I’m sorry for making you feel like you couldn’t talk to me about…you know…trying to slow it down a little sometimes…”

Trying your best not to burst into tears like a lovesick teenager, you swallowed before speaking again. 

“I know you’ve been through a lot, Steve. I just want you to know that…I’m not going anywhere.”

“Me neither, baby. You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.” he gave you a goofy smile.

“Now who’s going soft on who, rogers?” You teased.

“Keep talking and that’s not gonna be a problem for much longer, sweetheart,” he said, leaning in to capture your lips once more as you felt his cock already starting to harden against your hip.

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[ghost-proofbaby]

OH SAY LESS 14 WITH ASTARION PLEASE

so this is my first time publicly writing and posting astarion, so please be gentle. higher word count solely because i felt the need to add lore because, ya know, first time writing him! also, i changed the line just a tiny bit to better fit the character and scene. ALSO, uh... this is a little fade to black. i'm sorry. it just got too long.

14. "Oh, you're hard to please."

warnings: foreplay, sorta fade to black smut (it's there if you squint your eyes), an ungodly amount of pet names, mentions of past sexual abuse and healing from it, technical game spoilers, not edited, 18+ so minors do not interact

pairings: astarion x afab!reader (no pronouns used)

wc: 4.4k+

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How long had it been since Astarion had actually enjoyed sex? Craved it, even? 

If he recalls correctly, it had to have started to become tainted well over a century ago. Somewhere between the first and the third victim, when he’d realized how every single beautiful soul he had entrapped were simply being lured to their own death. And then, the sour taste left in his mouth only became more pungent the longer it went on, the more he came to the realization of just how used he felt. His body was no longer his own – it technically hadn’t been his from the very second he’d emerged from his own grave, and Cazador had been waiting for him – and everything about the act became an old rehearsed dance that he’d grit his teeth through. A chore, something to make his stomach churn, something to regret. A means to an end. 

Plainly put, it had been a while. 

But then you happened. You, who hadn’t blinked an eye when the first time you met him, he’d literally threatened you with a gods damned blade to your throat. You, who had repeatedly trusted him, even when it had been an objectively stupid thing to do. You, who had always offered him the utmost patience and genuine understanding, to the point in which if he thought about it too hard, he’d probably cry. You, who had led your group of misfits with brain worms right into victory, with plenty of personal demons defeated along the way. 

Personal demons including Cazador. 

Maybe that’s when things changed for Astarion. He’d already fallen for you before your group had reached Baldur’s Gate, he’d already gotten to know your body intimately before ever laying eyes on that ridiculously oversized brain you somehow made look easy to defeat. But that had been different, hadn’t it? He hadn’t really wanted to do that (not meant as an offense to you – certainly not after all was said and done), but had thought he needed to. To gain your trust, to gain your protection. And in the end, it turned out he never needed to do such a thing. You’d never said it outloud, probably at risk of making him feel even more regret after you’d learned all his secrets and darkest corners, but he knew. 

And knowing that you didn’t view him as something purely sexual, as a means to an end, as an item to use – well, it had the opposite effect of his request to no longer be viewed in that light. 

“What are you doing?” he says as he quickly looks up from his current book he’d been pursuing the moment you’d entered the room. He hardly cared for the words on the page – he just needed a way to pass the hours until you were available again. 

It was a hard habit to kick. Being so codependent on you, even with the end of the world resolved and the gift of safety being handed over to him on a silver platter. 

“We received mail,” you’re grinning wickedly as you hold up an embellished envelope, delicate fingers pinching the parchment as if it were the greatest gift to ever exist. He’d argue the real gift at hand was the last three months – time spent with you, in a place he can call home. But nothing could impede on your good mood as you throw yourself down on the mattress beside him, “From Withers, of all people!” 

His brows shoot up for just a moment before his face twists up with something akin to distrust, “Withers? What in the Hells does that sack of dust and bones wan-” 

“A reunion,” you cut him off, the look on your face warning enough against his attempt at an insult. “He’s reaching out to all of us to bring us together for a celebration, to check in on everyone, let us see each other again. Apparently, we were the easiest of the bunch to find.”

Astarion quickly lets out a tut as he snaps the book shut and discards it on the bedside table closest to him, “Well, we certainly need to fix that. Soon enough all of those little shits are going to end up on our doorstep, preaching about the power of friendship and how they want to check in on us.” 

You snort at that, laying flat on your back with your hair wildly spread out in a makeshift halo behind you. The sight causes something to stir within him, his gut twisting as he watches the way your knees knock together before slowly falling apart, your legs settling down as flat as the rest of your body.

He hadn’t taken you since that night at his grave. Before the epic final battle, before the two of you had made the decision to settle down somewhere for some well-earned peace and quiet. 

The moonlight dances past the open curtains, and his breath catches in his throat at the way the blue shadows dance across your skin. It almost reminds him of the first time he’d seen you fight. It hadn’t just been the blood splattered across your cheeks that had really gotten the better of his curiosity (even if that’s what he had told you when you asked), it had been the sunlight. Those rays of gold that had mingled with your own aura of warmth after you had helped the tieflings for the first time. 

You put the sun to shame, truly. And he missed it – Gods, did he miss it – but he was content to bask in the peace of night for a few months more before he finally cut you loose from the leash to begin your next phase of adventures to find him a cure. You had promised him you would, had already dedicated plenty of free time to research, and all you really needed was his word to begin. 

He’s selfish. The two of you can find a way for him to walk in the sun once more another day; all he wants right now is to bury himself in your warmth, to slot his body between your thighs, to hear every breathy gasp and the way you’d practically sing his name-

“Star?” you’re looking up at him from an awkward angle, eyes owlish and chin tilted painfully far back as you clearly await an answer to a question he’d been too lost in a daydream to overhear, “Did you hear me?” 

He clears his throat and adjusts the pillows behind his back, keeping him propped up as he admires you, “Of course I did, darling.” 

“Then what did I just say?”

“Something about how we’re absolutely not going to this reunion, yes?” 

Your smile is nothing but patient as you flip onto your stomach. He watches the way your shorts ride up your thighs, how the top of the soft fabric bunches at your waist. His fingers practically twitch with the need to weasel their way under it, to press his cold fingertips into warm flesh and hear you preen. 

Whenever you’re ready, you had whispered to him one night shortly after saving the world. Just tell me when, and I’m yours. 

He was ready. Insatiably ready, really. 

“Very funny. I said we should go, though. It’d be nice to see everyone again, wouldn’t it? All our friends?” 

You’re still talking about this damned reunion. Astarion has half the mind to figure out a way to summon the insufferable skeleton right here, right now, and drive a dagger into his bones until he’s truly nothing but dust. Solely for the distraction. 

“Your friends, my dear,” he corrects gently, “We both know they’re only overly fond of one of us in this relationship, and it certainly isn’t the one that they repeatedly threatened to stake.” 

The furrow of your brows is impossibly cute – he knows that look of determination. It’s the same one you wore when he mentioned it was likely that the two of you would never find a cure to his condition. 

“Our friends,” you insist, “Karlach adores you, Star. And Wyll has always been proud of you, whether he told you as much or not.”

“And what of Gale?” 

Your lips twitch at that, “Gale… certainly wouldn’t stake you on sight.”

“Ah, yes,” he flourishes, trying to keep his eyes from wandering anywhere but where your hands press into your cheeks as you prop your face up to speak to him, “Not staking me. The ultimate sign of kinship.” 

Focusing is a losing battle when you roll your eyes, and he finds his mind overtaken with insatiable lust again. Imaginative ways that he could have your eyes rolling for him under different circumstances. 

“You’re not getting out of this. They are your friends just as well as mine – so argue all you want, but we’re going to the reunion.” 

“Are you sure there’s no other way I might be able to…” he pauses with intent, finally lifting one of his docile hands to your cheek, letting his finger graze the skin with a feather light touch before it travels back into the mess of your hair, “Persuade you otherwise?” 

You almost fall for it, too. Your eyes flutter shut, your head tilts into his touch as if you were starved for the connection. But even with the lack of sexual intimacy, you both know there hasn’t been a day that has gone by in the last three months where Astarion hasn’t found a way to get his hands on you.

Holding your own, resting his cheek on your shoulder, spinning you like a child in the kitchen – he had quite the sudden arsenal of romantic gestures that didn’t involve old wounds. It had been awkward here and there, some of them landing and some of them leaving you both looking like fools, but he was trying.

Almost as hard as he was currently trying to not jump your bones. 

When you recognize the innuendo for what it is, however, you harden immediately. Your shoulders set, a frown settles, and your eyes open with set determination he knows he can’t falter without speaking plainly to you. 

“No.”

“No?”

You’re quick to lift yourself up onto your knees, putting distance between yourself and his hands, “The days of weaponizing sex are over. I don’t even want to joke about that.” 

And, oh, he’s finding himself in quite the mood tonight, because as soon as you’re retracting, he’s following. As you settle on the haunches of your calves, he’s lifting up from his reclined position, leaning forward so that his face is breaths away from yours. 

“I mean it,” you warn, narrowing your eyes and holding up a finger in that small space between you two. 

He tests his luck, wasting no time in snapping his fangs just millimeters from your skin. You both know he wouldn’t actually bite you, but it still humors him to see the way you whip your hand out of his reach. 

“Were you not the one who insisted that we ask before we bite?” you snap, and his smile only worsens. Like a cheshire cat, like a child never scorned by the world – he’s radiant and basking in the moment. 

He lets out a small hmph before saying, “You’re no fun, my dear. Come on – just play with me for a moment, won’t you?” 

Your face softens at his teasing tone, and he can see the way he’s withering away your defenses one by one. There was once a time where he’d done it with malicious intent, but this time around, it’s with nothing but good intentions. 

If you asked him, he’d go as far as to swear it on his own grave. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologize as if you’d done something wrong, and it makes more than half of his own playfulness drain from his face in absolute displeasure. Before he can so much as open his mouth to scold you about unnecessary apologies, you’re continuing on, “I just… After everything we’ve been through, it’s not something I find particularly joyous to joke about.”

What a rare thing, to have found someone to bare your soul and all your burdens to, and watch them offer to help you shoulder the weight without second thought or regret. 

He’s never met someone like you in all his years, and he might never again. 

“And if I told you I wasn’t joking?” he asks slowly, carefully, trying to choose each word with the utmost care, “I’m not weaponizing – I’m offering.” 

Whenever you’re ready. Just tell me when, and I’m yours.

He was ready. Very, desperately, sorely ready. 

The topic of the reunion is all but forgotten as you process his words, nose twitching as you decipher all that’s he laying out before you. “I want more than an offer.” 

“Excuse me?” 

He can’t help the small laugh that leaves him as he sits up properly, leaning into your space fully now with one hand pressing into the mattress just beside one of your thighs. He can feel the heat radiating from you, smell your blood rushing to your head as you try to be sensible. It’s a pitiful excuse for an internal war; all he has to do is close that conveniently small distance between your lips with his own, and you’ll have lost all sense of logic. 

“You’re…” you trail off, searching his eyes as if he holds the answer you’re currently looking for, “You’re sacred to me, Astarion. You must know that. And it will take much more than some joking offer to convince me to have sex with you when I know-”

“I’m not joking,” he’s nearly whining, letting his forehead fall forward to press to yours, “Gods, I am not joking about this. Cross my heart and hope to die again.” 

If he has to beg, he will. 

He’s spent two hundred years in an insufferable position of pure misery, pure shit, and the realization that he’s finally free has everything clicking into place. Proof of the change exists solely in the fact that he could have resorted to his tired old seduction routine from his life before to get what he wanted, but instead, he’s trying to just communicate. 

It was a novel moment. 

But he could appreciate it later, when the crotch of his pants wasn’t becoming increasingly uncomfortably tight and he wasn’t watching you closer than prey. When his stomach wasn’t so tight with desire and anticipation, just waiting for your word to indulge. 

“Do I need to beg?” he sighs, his lips brushing against yours ever so slightly from proximity. He catches the shiver that runs up your spine. “We both know I’m not particularly fond of it, but if I have to get on my knees for you- well, actually, that’s the entire point of what I’m asking.” 

You laugh at that, and his gut twists again, because it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever had the opportunity to hear. Something more breath than any vocality, something sharp and spelling out the loss of words on your tongue. 

Your silence is enough for him to push it all a step further. Forehead still leaning against yours, he properly presses his lips to yours this time, slotting them between softer than a feather’s caress. Finding home as he can physically feel himself steal your breath away. His fangs just barely nip your bottom lip, unintentionally but still eliciting a delicious reaction of a gasp that makes him graze you a second time just to feel the way you’re leaning into him more, becoming absolute putty in his hands. Pliable for his taking, and Gods, he wants to take you. 

Something snaps. 

All hesitation has vanished as he grabs at your hips quickly, making use of the way your brain has gone blank from a simple kiss in order to lay you out below him. He moves you with ease, incredible speed in slotting himself between your legs before he’s caging your entire body in with his own. The squeak that leaves your lips from his manhandling affects him even more than your gasps had, a low growl shaking his chest as he kisses you deeper. Tasting, begging, searching – he wants this, but he needs to know that you want this just as badly. 

Your hands find purchase on each of his shoulders, squeezing tightly as if needing something to tether yourself to. You pull him in closer for a second, eagerly returning the kiss, almost feverish in the way you drink him in. But the next, you’re pushing him away, a game of want and sensibility still clouding your judgment impossibly. 

You always were stubborn about things like morals. And, well, it wasn’t very moral to just jump right into sex with your traumatized boyfriend who had explicitly said not to view him in terms of sex, was it? 

It was Astarion’s own damn fault. 

He could have just acted like a normal person, initiated a normal conversation in which he renegotiated his boundaries. But you’ve been on his mind all day, and he’s long since proven since the very day that you met him that he has little to none impulse control. 

“My, my,” he murmurs, pulling back from the kiss, eyes wild, looking at you with even more hunger than he had the first night you’d given him a taste of your blood in camp, “You’re just an impossible thing to please, aren’t you? Do you want me near, do you want me far? Tell me, my love, what do you want?” 

He settles all his weight onto one of his forearms as the other slowly brings his hand to your side, caressing over the soft fabric of your shirt – a shirt he’s quickly realizing is actually his own. He recognizes those flowy sleeves, that lacing across the chest, the off-white tone that had seen better days. Given all its wear and tear, he’s almost sure that it’s one of his shirts he had grown most comfortable wearing during the nights of your adventures against the Netherbrain. 

It’s cute. A sort of domesticity that he can ponder over later, when your legs aren’t hanging on his hips and your breaths aren’t coming out staccato as he hovers just out of reach from you. 

“I want whatever you want,” you whisper. Your eyes flutter open, looking at him with pupils so dilated they could swallow him whole. 

“Let me be very clear, then,” he hums, cold fingers creeping their way to the hem of the shirt, slipping beneath with practiced ease to find the smooth skin of your hips below. They dance and skitter up, up, up until he’s brushing against your ribs, “I want you. I want that warm cunt of yours, I want to feel every gasp and breath as your walls squeeze around me. I want to fuck you until you’re unable to walk on your own two legs, until you can only remember my name. I want to watch you come undone, my dear, and for it to be my own undoing.”

Your lips quiver in anticipation, and he feels your thighs tighten their hold on him, “Such pretty words. And… and no ulterior motives? No sense of obligation?” 

“None at all,” he smiles, a predator closing in on his prey, “I’m choosing this. If you want it, if you’ll have me, then I’m ready, pet.” 

Pet. The nickname rolls off his tongue, and he can imagine your walls fluttering just as your eyes do. 

Your hands lift from his shoulders to bury in his hair instead. One cradling the back of his head, the other resting on the nape of his neck as you toy with a snowy curl. It unfurls him further, has him humming lowly as he dips down to recapture your lips and bring you into him even closer. Closer. He needs all and any space between the two of you to become nonexistent. To feel every inch of your skin pressed to his, to allow you to physically curl up into his chest just as you had his mind all those moons ago, to make a home in a room with your name on it already somewhere between his third and fourth rib. 

“Do you really have to doubt if I’ll have you, my love?” you mutter against his mouth, smile breaking the kiss momentarily before he’s back with a vengeance. You don’t care – you’re apparently in a chatty mood, dodging his kiss to get your last words in, “There’s been a space in my heart for you since the moment I first met yo-”

“Yes, yes, very romantic,” he interrupts urgently, suddenly tugging your shirt up, “But, truth be told, love? I’m hoping there’s a space between your legs for me at this moment.” 

You snort, eyes pinched shut as you attempt to shake your head at the ridiculousness of the words that just left his mouth. At any other moment, you might point out how the outrageous comment is just another defense mechanism, veering him away from having to acknowledge the gentle sentiment behind your own words, but now’s not the time. When you open your mouth, probably to say something exactly along those lines, he rolls his hips down against yours, pinning your lower half deep into the mattress. You feel just how hard he is through his trousers – it’s impossible to miss, but he’s deliberating being sure that you feel it as he lets the tips of his fangs sink into your bottom lip. 

The resolve of fighting against his wishes is quickly dissolved. One thing after another, and Astarion has you bare beneath him before any other distractions or annoying conversation can send the two of you further off track. Your, his, shirt is tossed to one side of the room. Your parents fly to the other side of the bed. Only once he has the entire spanse of your body nude and vulnerable to him does he take the time to pause, to look down at you with absolute adoration. 

“Gods, you’re beautiful.” 

He’s said those words to you a million times before. Consistently greeting you with them, muttering them in the dead of night, whispering them as he kisses you awake. But they never lose their weight. And certainly not now, as he’s looking down at you like it’s the first time he’s ever seen that freckle on your chest or the curve of your stomach barren before him. 

“Please, if you’re comfortable with it…” you start, voice laced with desperation, but he shakes his head. 

He’s full of interruptions tonight, “Consider me comfortable with anything unless stated otherwise for this moment, my sweet.” 

“Take off your clothes, Astarion.”

His giddy smile should annoy you. That smug satisfaction in finally, finally getting his way as he undresses himself at almost twice the speed that he had stripped you. And yet he knows you’re enjoying yourself just as much as he is. You’re reveling in drinking in the bare caricatures of his body, every inch and every curve exposed to you just as you are to him. And when his cool skin meets yours again, his body sinking right into that space between your thighs that you’ve granted to him, you let out a short gasp that reminds him that you want this just as badly as he does.

You’ve waited just as long as he has. 

It almost mirrors that night on his grave. The slow descent of his body against yours, the way he slides a leg up to spread your own even further for him as he crawls his way back home to your lips. Unlike that night, however, he isn’t taking quite as much care, his movements far faster and far more needy. 

He’s been waiting long enough. He’s denied himself long enough. 

It really doesn’t matter when the last time he had enjoyed sex had been, because all that he cares about is that here and now, in this moment with you, there’s not a trace of imperfections to taint his enjoyment. 

Cazador is dead. The brain has long since been defeated. You are both safe. 

As he sinks into your heat, the only thing on his mind is that contentment, overwhelmed with the feel and smell of just you. 

He’ll never be a slave again. Never be viewed as something to simply be used and disregarded again, if you have any say. And one day, some day, he’ll even feel the warmth of the sun again. Thanks to you.

But until that day, the warmth of your love is enough.

When you sigh his name out so delicately, jaw all but unhinging itself in bliss as your back arches in reaction to his touches, he knows he’s made the right choice. 

And he supposes he lied, in a way, earlier. 

You’re not that hard to please – not when it comes to him, at least. Not when it’s his hands trailing along your skin, not when it’s his lips and fangs nipping at every opportunity. And certainly not when it’s his name that’s being chanted like a prayer from your lips in time with every thrust, every stroke, every single movement with the sole purpose of making both of you come undone. 

Astarion no longer questions when the last time he enjoyed sex was in the aftermath of it all. With you, pressed into his side, sweaty forehead nuzzling his chest, the only thing he cares about is the next time he’ll be able to do so. 

“We’re still going to that reunion,” you murmur, half asleep, fading away from him quickly to fall into blissful unconsciousness. 

He almost doesn’t breathe in fear of disturbing you. He’ll waste the night away, laying here, still as a statue for your comfort. 

It’s no surprise when he refuses to put up a fight, instead his hand simply drawing soft stars across the back of your bare shoulder blades as he sighs, “Yes, dear. We will. Now sleep.”

“I love you.” 

The words tumble from your lips so carelessly, so easily and without hesitation, he nearly shakes you awake to hear them once more. Again and again, he needs to hear them, to be reassured that you feel for him as ardently as he does you. 

But he has the rest of your forever to hear them. So he lets you sleep, sending you away with a simple press of his lips to your temples as your breathing evens.

“And I love you, my dearest sun.”

#ghost's stories #smutty party #astarion #astarion x reader #astarion smut #astarion x you #my writing #there's a line in here that my best friend watched me write in real time IN PERSON that we both cackled about #i went 'i really shouldn't include it' and she went 'but it's HIM' #it's giving 'i'd rather be the only dark power inside you' #idk if this is good but it is what it is ya know #if the ending feels rushed it's because i felt terrible for how long it was getting lol #i just wanna love on the boy #i just wanna love him and he love me is that too much to ask #so many pet names i considered editing but the voices won

[hana-no-seiiki]

i’m sorry like i havent even watched the movie yet (waiting for it to come to disney plus) and he probably already canonically does this

b-but miguel, yandere or not, definitely uses the multiverse as his own form of wish fulfillment. like next level fanfiction.

why write or read em when you can watch em live?

definitely jacks off to you fucking other miguels like it’s just another normal ass monday.

the only difference between yan mig and non yan is that yan mig would get in those universes to fuck every version of yourself there is rather than just watch. jealousy just consumes him whether or not it’s him you’re with.

it’s just not fair that they got to keep you and have you a mess underneath like that and he doesn’t. all rationality leaves him as soon as the thought of your insides milking his cock enters his mind. whether you’re a man, woman, something in between or hell even an alien blob.

miguel fucks.

#because same bro id def do the same #to my crush like augh #kinda gets awkward though in universes where you two are related #yeah not so good thought right there #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara #yandere miguel o'hara #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere imagine #smutty #yandere spiderverse #yandere miguel o’hara x reader

[arthursfuckinghat]

"Omg I wonder what Arthur's reaction would be if he saw the kinda content people make of him-"

Arthur:

#“I don't need your smutty fairies partner 😒” #he was so done with this guy it's so fucking funny #alternate title: “what its like entering the rdr2 fandom as an asexual” #I'm kidding around but I'm giggling sm #I strive have arthurs idgaf attitude honestly #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #mick squeaks #mick vids #funnies #arthur morgan #red dead redemption community #the way tumblr fucks up videos is going to be the end of me why is it so crunchy now when the og video is in good quality #barcode my horse

[dialovers-lover-xoxo]

❌ Warning: THIS POST CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL NSFW CONTENT ❌

If you're a minor or nsfw makes you uncomfortable please please don't read under the cut ❗️❗️❗️

Carla Tsukinami x Female Reader

Bath, Gentle, Romantic, Oral, Slightly dominant but still romantic, Swallowing cum

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You relaxed and let out a sigh of contentment as Carla gently brushed your hair. He was careful with it, so careful that somehow brushing tangles never even hurt. You supposed that because he had long hair, and who knows how many years of experience, he had learned a few tricks.

"All done." He said, kissing the top of your head. "Now..." he walked in front of you and tucked a stray hair behind your ear. You leaned in and he met you for another kiss. It was slow, nothing sexy, but you felt yourself wanting more anyway. He bent over you, holding himself up on the arms of your chair and your hands came to rest on his shoulders. "I've been thinking, we can practice having founders." He bent down and affectionately nibbled at you, causing you to giggle. It never stopped amusing you that he often called making love practice for future founders, but you were fairly certain he knew you found it funny.

"I'd like that." His eyelids lowered with lust. "Well...since we're already here." He stood up tall, so your face was aligned with his crotch. "Suck me off, love." His words were sweet but clearly demanding. You unbuckled his belt and got his pants down, before also shimmying down his briefs. His erection, long and hard, popped out, already glistening with precum.

He touched your head and you slowly took him into your mouth, holding his shaft in your hands as you swirled your tongue around his length, enjoying the slightly salty taste of his skin. Knowing his tip was ever so sensitive, you paid special attention to it with your lips and tongue, which made him grunt and hold your hair tighter. You started to bob your head back and forth and his hand fisted your hair, helping to guide your movements until he orgasmed with a loud moan and finished in your mouth, which you happily swallowed.

Carla hurriedly undressed and with your help took all your clothes off as well. "I'm still-" "I know, love. I'll eat you out on this chair. Spread your legs for me." Carla was a prideful man, yet he went on his knees to pleasure you. He kissed your folds and you shivered.

His tongue went in and explored your womanhood. You moaned as he touched every inch with his tongue, lingering on the perfect spots. One hand grabbed and held on tightly to the armrest, the other Carla's hair. You whimpered and squirmed as he pleasured you with his mouth. His tongue swirled over your clit and you found yourself getting closer and closer until you shattered completely, moaning and shaking as your release rocked through your body.

As you came down from your high, Carla soothingly rubbed your knee, then scooted his arms under your body and picked you up, cradling you close to his chest. You breathed in his scent, still slightly out of breath from your orgasm.

He laid you down in the bathtub and filled it. The bathtub in his mansion was so effective, it was full and perfectly warm in a matter of moments. Not to mention more than big enough for two. You reached for a knob and turned the warm water on from the shower overhead, wanting to feel like you were in a warm rain shower.

"Woman, I spent so long brushing your hair." Carla said, a teasing smile on his face as he carefully got in the bath and slid in next to you. He wrapped his arm around you and you rested your head and hand on his smooth chest. "Wouldn't it get messed up making founders anyway?" You teased back, moving your fingers along his chest.

His smile spoke of adoration for you and you both mutually leaned in for a kiss. You started to stroke his erection, feeling it's soft warmth in your hands. "Mm..." Carla let out a quiet sound of pleasure.

He quietly got up and spread your legs. He took his length into his hand and guided it towards your entrance, then started pushing in. He exhaled as he filled you with his member and you moaned and gripped his forearms. He started rocking his hips and kissed you. He made love for you sweetly, gently.

You moaned into each others' mouths as your bodies moved together, pleasuring each other. You wrapped one arm around Carla's neck and he deepened the kiss, tilting his head and pressing against you more. Your chests touched and rubbed together and when Carla angled his hips to hit your g-spot, you knew you would cum soon. You arched and cried out, moaning your lover's name. "Look at me." Carla demanded as he sped up for his own release. He stared into your eyes until he too reached his climax and moaned, his eyes shutting tightly as his seed poured out of him and into you.

Breathing heavily he gently lowered his body and ontop of yours and you rested your hands on his back. You kissed his ear and you nibbled on your neck slightly. "Maybe...maybe one day...it won't be for practice?" Carla looked up at you. He kissed you. "Certainly, beloved woman of mine."

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers smut #diabolik lovers fanfiction #tsukinami carla #carla tsukinami #diabolik lovers carla #diabolik lovers carla tsukinami #diabolik lovers x reader #smut x reader #x reader smut #lemon x reader #x reader lemon #smutty goodness #smuttt #smuttiness #smutty #smut story #smutty fanfiction #smut fanfiction #smut #lemon fanfic #lemon fic

[thisisarcanereverie]

Dialogue Sample from new Chapter of the Knight and Pawn series

18+ MINORS DNI

"Choke me harder," his deep voice groaned, "make me see stars, starlight."

#x reader #marvel x reader #mcu #mcu x reader #marvel #moon knight x you #moon knight show #moon knight x reader #moon knight series #moon knight #dark marc spector x reader #marc x reader #marc spector #x reader smut #smutty goodness #filthy smut #marc spector smut #goddamn #good lord #what have i unleashed #what have i done #oh well

[nerdy-talks]

Obey Me! Nightbringer - Satan Out of Context

You are very welcome, Satan.

I'll make you feel better any time~ ( ¬‿¬ )

#my mind has been in the gutter for days #that's because I've been reading smutty romance webcomics #satan deserves to feel good in every way #he's so cute and hot and gorgeous and perfect #best angry boy ever 💚 #I want him to take his anger out on me 😏 #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me nightbringer #obey me satan #obey me nightbringer satan #obey me satan avatar of wrath #om! satan avatar of wrath #om satan avatar of wrath #satan avatar of wrath #obey me nightbringer satan avatar of wrath

[scoops-stevie-archive]

eddie's favorite sound is the whiny sigh steve makes when eddie slowly pushes his dick inside him, locking them together. steve says it feels like something clicks into place, like a missing puzzle piece, making him feel whole and complete.

with how steve's face is contorted with pleasure as he rolls his hips and tries to fuck himself when eddie won't move, eyebrows scrunched together and his bottom lip in his mouth, little mewls and moans escaping his lips, eddie's inclined to believe him.

#hehehe dont mind me just a little smutty thing before i go to sleep #good night ✌🏻 #mine #steddie