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[axelakim]

Periods Commodus x Reader

Here I’m back with an imagine about our dear Emperor, @beatlebabe1996​ I dedicate this to you ;) 

You and Commodus had been married for a bit less than a month now, slowly, you had gotten used to each other’s presence, his frequent brooding and worries, but also his playfulness. Commodus was a man to discover and each day you learned more about him and fell even more in love with him; what had started as an arranged marriage had evolved into love. Even your husband, who was very suspicious over you at first and distant was learning to let down his guard, learning to know you were trustworthy. Yet, you still had a lot to learn about each other, you were discreet and shy, and he had a terrifying reputation…

You groaned in bed, burying your head under the sheets as the chamberlain came to wake you and your husband; today you really didn’t want to get up, you had a difficult night and pains in your lower belly had awaken you, you had understood your periods were coming. And as you woke up, you realized a slight wetness between your thighs, oh no…not when your husband was next to you, he would be disgusted, like many roman men were, some even considered it as a bad omen; what if Commodus reacted that badly too? Your heart started to hammer in your chest, you didn’t know how you would get out of that situation. You retained a little jump as you felt Commodus’ arm wrap around you.

“My Y/N…it’s time to rise.” He said softly and placed a feather like kiss on your temple. You closed your eyes, those soft lips gave you goosebump; but you lightly groaned, pretending not to feel very well.

“I’m…I think I’m going to stay in bed a bit more. I’m not feeling at my best…” you muttered. And you instantly felt your husband’s worry grow.

“What is it Y/N? are you feeling any pain?” he quickly asked, ready to call for a doctor.

“Commodus, please don’t worry about it. Just get up and start your day, I will surely feel better later.” You tried to convince him, you didn’t want the doctors involved and telling you to sleep separately from your husband until your periods ended, you wanted his comfort during that tough time of the month. But you knew how stubborn he was, he wouldn’t let go so easily.

“Tell me what you have. I don’t like things to be hidden from me. Especially from people I love. Don’t make me order you Y/N” He replied on a tone without appeal, he won’t leave this bed until you told him your symptoms.

“My belly hurts quite a lot…” you moaned as another cramp hit you. However, you didn’t expect Commodus to pull on the sheet to take a look and so you couldn’t prevent him from seeing the blood that had tainted your nightgown, you looked away in shame, your heart racing in fear that he would get angry.

“Oh Y/N tell me this is just your monthly bleeding…” murmured your husband, just for you to hear and avoid getting attention from anyone else. In fact, at the view of the blood, his heart had skipped a beat, fearing you had gotten severely ill.

“Yes, it is. I’m sorry, I should have known it was coming and I should have gone to my quarters.” You quickly apologized, not knowing how he would react. But he didn’t answer, instead you felt him get off the bed, perhaps in disgust he wanted to get away from you, you squinted your eyes shut, what would he do next?

“Love, here.” You jumped, startled by his voice so close to you. Slowly you opened your eyes and met his clear orbs, he looked at you softly, no hint of disgust or anger. You were speechless, you had to admit. And only after long seconds you noticed he held a piece of cloth in his hand, perhaps one of his expensive neck scarves made of silk.

“What…?” you asked confused.

“To absorb the blood for now.” He explained, not caring to dirty and taint the cloth “And I got you a clean loincloth.” He gave her a little smile, handing it to you as well and you couldn’t help but look at him as if he was crazy. “What?” he asked, curious as to why you looked at him like that.

“Well you’re not…? horrified or disgusted? Something like that?”

He chuckled, shaking his head “I have seen a lot more blood in the Colosseum.” He said jokingly, trying to relax you.  his hand going to caress your hair. “And I heard some doctors say it could be a thing that helped the woman to procreate. So, something that would give me a baby with you, an heir…it’s neither disgusting nor horrifying. It’s beautiful.” He replied more seriously. He respected you and would never treat you in such way, the only woman he could trust and have close to him.

“But all men they…” you tried to explain, to be sure of how he felt.

“I’m not like all men my dear. I am Lucius Aelius Aurelius Commodus, the Emperor.” He smirked proudly at you. And you couldn’t help but giggle, indeed he wasn’t, he was unique, in many ways. He sat on the edge of the bed. “Don’t be ashamed my love. I will take care of you today, only emergencies of the Empire will get my attention.” He added, and you sighed in relief, he was a very caring lover, fully dedicated. So, you got up, taking the cloth and the loincloth and going to change.

Once you were all cleaned, you sighed contently, you were in fresh, absorbent undergarments. You felt much better and knowing Commodus would be mostly by your side today greatly helped. As the day passed, Commodus spent his time with you in your shared bedroom, away from the Senate or councilors, working at his desk, dressed in his black and red toga, reading and replying to petitions from the People.

Each time he heard you groan as you cramps became more painful, he left his desk and joined you on the bed, lying down next to you, wrapping an arm around you. “Be strong my love, it will go away.” He murmured against your ear as his hand gently massaged your lower belly. His warmth and gentle caresses alone appeased your pain, or at least distracted you from them. He stayed as long as you needed, or until you dozed off, tired by those changes in your body.

You were discovering how caring Commodus was, he had this tender side that was well hidden by a protective wall around his heart, he had been betrayed so many times. But with you, he could be himself, because you made yourself vulnerable to him and he felt safe enough to be in return. Soon, your poor husband witnessed your mood swings for the first time and found you snaping at him for no reason and then you ended up on the verge of tears. But Commodus showed himself very understanding, these monthly bleedings really seemed to impact the woman deeply.

“You know, I do have mood swings too sometimes…” he said as he hugged you, soothingly caressing your back, his words making you laugh.

“That’s actually true, mister grumpy!” you giggled, burying your face in his neck, now placing soft kisses against his warm skin, making Commodus hum in pleasure.

“How about we go for a bath?” he suggested, kissing your temple.

“Hmm good idea.” You grinned, nibbling his skin, earning a small moan from the Emperor, your mood swings were quick, but he wasn’t complaining from that one, he actually enjoyed it, a lot.

You both headed for the baths, hand in hand. Commodus had especially requested the water to be warmer, he had quickly understood warmth relaxed you and soothed your pains; and indeed, he was a very good observer. As you both entered the warm waters, you sighed in contentment and a slave came to bring a plate full of nuts and dates.

“I asked our physician Galen about what you go through. He recommends you eat these. Helps with fatigue and moodiness.” Your husband explained to you as he took some to eat, you looked at him, once again amazed.

“Dear, you surprise me more each time. It’s such a sweet attention. Thank you.” You smiled happily, swimming to join him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Anything for you Y/N. You are my world.” He replied as if those words were naturally coming out of his mouth and with you it was. He took a date and presented it to your mouth, smiling as you eagerly ate it.

“I had never dreamt of such wonderful husband.” You murmured, tenderly kissing him, grateful to have him; your mouth traveling to his jaw. You felt him sigh contently, how much he loved feeling you so close to him, purely desiring him…his hand buried in your hair as you nibbled his earlobe.

“Oh Y/N…” he breathed, slowly starting to feel aroused, he wrapped his arm around your waist while his hand seized your chin, making you look at him in the eyes. “Kiss me.” He said softly that request was the sweetest command, as if he feared you would stop.

“Yes, my love.” You agreed softly, instantly closing the gap between the two of you. He supported you just as you supported him. An endless devotion and an always stronger love, you could fight the whole world just to be in each other’s arms.

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[axelakim]

Hey! Could you write a Commodus x F!Reader smut? Rough sex would be great!

I hope it’s rough enough for you! I’m still a newby in rough sex writing ;)

                                     Anything for Caesar NSFW

Commodus was at the center of the arena talking to the gladiator for the second time. When Maximus had refused to kill his adversary, you could have felt fury radiate off of the Emperor, he had clenched his jaw, how the slave dared to disobey him!? Even though you couldn’t hear the conversation, you knew very well it wasn’t a pleasant one, Commodus was trying to break him, so that Maximus would lose the fervor of the people; Commodus had so much hatred for this man, that he had become paranoid with everyone, jealous, possessive, dominant with you; at the beginning of your relationship he had been a tender lover but not anymore. Of course, he never hurts you, he’d prefer to kill himself rather than hurt you but at the slightest frustration he would apply his power on you, making sure he still had some control, dominance over one single aspect of his life, that you would obey him and fulfill his desires, and you could do nothing but support him through his pain as long as he still loved you…

And you knew that right after this talk with the gladiator, he would take out his frustration on you. It sent chills down your spine, you were somehow used to it now and the anticipation of what he would do to you was thrilling, this sense of danger it was…exciting, you actually loved to be at his entire mercy, there was something terribly arousing about it. The Emperor finally left the center of the Coliseum and quickly after, just as you expected, a pretorian guard came to you.

“My lady, the Emperor is requesting your presence.” he said. You nodded and followed the guard; he guided you to the deepest parts of the Coliseum, to the cells, your heart was beating fast, what was the plan of Commodus this time? The guard opened the door of the cell to let you in, Commodus was alone, he didn’t turn as you entered.

“Leave us alone and close the door.” he instructed to the guard. Commodus slowly paced in the cell, never looking at you, he was deeply upset.

“He dares to disobey me and the crowd loves him for it, even Lucilla…” he spoke in a terribly calm voice. He finally stopped pacing and turned his head to look at you, his eyes were full of suspicion, he approached you, you swallowed down in anticipation, he stopped to stand a few inches from you, you looked at him in the eyes expectantly.  

“You would never disobey me this way, would you?” he asked you, his voice dangerously low, his hand came up to firmly seize your chin.

“Never, Caesar” you answered honestly, he loved it when you called him by his title, he hummed, feeling his dick throb at your sweet and obedient tone; his thumb briefly traced your lips.  

“On your knees” he ordered you as he took off his armor, his eyes never leaving yours, you obeyed and waited for his next move, your heart was racing, he was unpredictable and that excited you.

“Good girl” he purred, caressing your face; he lifted his toga and let out of his undergarments his throbbing erection. He was already so hard and teasingly stroked himself, you watched as his hand slowly went up and down his cock; you wanted to taste him so bad, you wanted to please him, make him moan and twitch under your touch.

“Please Caesar! Allow me to please you!” you begged him, he smirked at your pleading tone.    

“Open your mouth” he demanded, you obeyed but you were so eager to please him that you shifted forward on your knees, he grabbed you by the hair and held you in place before slowly let the tip of his cock trace over your lips, panting in excitement you couldn’t help but lick his salty precum off them, he tightened his grip on your hair.

“Tsktsk…patience, your Emperor didn’t give you permission.” he reprimanded on a dangerous tone, his eyes were dark with desire, his voice hoarse. You swallowed down and waited, it was so hard to resist; he was intensely looking at you, enjoying your impatience. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he pressed the head of his thick throbbing cock past the ring and let you taste it; it was perfect, he started slow controlled movement taking his time with you, enjoying the lust in your eyes. Until he felt the need to increase the pace for his own pleasure, he let out muffled moans, your eyes clouded with desire under the beautiful sounds he made.

“Tongue…” he moaned and you understood he was finally giving you permission to please him; you skillfully teased the tip of his head and when he reached down your throat, your tongue caressed his base, earning a delicious high-pitched cry from him, you watched every single little movement his face made, how he opened his mouth to let out a moan, how he squeezed his eyes shut as he brought himself closer to the edge; the face when he came was always your favorite thing to watch, he was gorgeous; but suddenly he withdrew his dick, he was panting, he reopened his eyes, he was still angry and something had just crossed his mind.

“Do you love him too?” he growled menacingly, his index coming to trace your jaw.

“Of course not, it is only you…” you panted eager to continue to please him; he groaned he needed to make sure of it, remind you who you belonged to.

“Take off your clothes, face the wall, hands on it” he ordered you; you got back up, trembling with anticipation and undressed, then you went to stand where he asked you to.  

You couldn’t see him, and you didn’t know what would be his next move and that was only increasing the heat forming between your legs. You felt him approach, the fabric of his clothes touching your skin, his hard cock brushing against your butt cheeks, giving you goosebumps; until he pushed you so your whole body was against the wall, he’s not sweet, grabbing your hair, he ferociously kisses your neck, you gasped as his teeth sank into your shoulder, a few drops of warm liquid, blood, coming out. His hands slide along your arms, until he reached your hands that were next to the irons, you hear the clicking of the metal, the cold and hard item came into contact with your wrist, he was chaining you, you heart missed a beat, what did he have planned for you!? You looked at your chained wrist, testing the resistance of the irons, there was no escape for you, you were fully under his mercy, you felt his fingers lightly brush along your back, his touch was so light that you yearned for more.

“Don’t be scared, if you’re a good girl, the Emperor will have mercy on you.” he whispered in your ear, you bit your lip, eager to please him in every way possible. You felt his hand slide down you back, you let out a needy moan as he went down your butt, teasing your butthole applying more pressure from time to time, you could already feel the need for more rising. His fingers found your wet lips, caressing you around your wet entrance, until his fingers entered you.  

“You’re already so welcoming to your Emperor” he purred, his fingers slipping in and out of your pussy, his other hand securely grabbed your breast, massing it, and pinching your hard nipple, an aching cry escaping your lips; he chuckled, you were so ready for him, begging for him to take you. From time to time his thumb carried your wetness to your ass, he was taking delight in hearing the moans that were starting to come out of your mouth.

“But I will take what I want.” he groaned before spreading your ass, and sliding his hard cock into you hole, you gasped at the sudden intrusion, thank gods he had used your wetness as a lube, you bit your lower lip, pleasure starting  to take over any other feeling, his thrust were hard, the reflection his frustration.    

“Fuck you’re so tight…so good” he growled against your shoulder as he was pounding into you, his hands holding your hips; his mouth went to your neck, nibbling your skin, sucking it to leave hickeys; then his mouth went right under your ear, his warm breath making you hum in satisfaction. His own pleasure was his priority, he was going deeper and faster but it didn’t prevent you from enjoying it, you moaned as he went deep into you, slamming against your ass.

“He would never make you feel so good!” he groaned against your ear, his fingers traveled to your pussy, rubbing your clit, he was gradually increasing his attention between your legs, finally taking care of your sweet spot, even sliding fingers in your wet pussy while he kept pounding into you. You could feel yourself coming close, closing your eyes, your whole-body trembling.  You arched your back underneath him. You dragged your nails even deeper into your palms, his thrusts inside of you were so fast, violent, his breath coming in big ragged gasps, you could feel him moan of pleasure in your ear.    

“You belong to me you get it?” he groaned, his voice husky, reinforcing his statement by rough thrust, making you cry out.

“Y…yes Caesar…” you whimpered, you were so close, he kept the rhythm, his mouth ferociously nibbling the skin of your shoulder; your moan transformed in passionate cries of pleasure, you were being overwhelmed by all this stimulation.  

“That’s it, scream, scream for me my love…let the whole Coliseum know how I make you feel” he cooed as he bit your earlobe.

“I’m gonna come, fuck…” he moaned, ihs head buried in the crook of your neck, muffling his groans of pleasure, you reached climax before him, already overstimulated, your body jolting, he followed you a few seconds after, breathless, he collapsed against you, his head resting against your shoulder. The both of you stayed this way a minute or more, trying to gain back your senses. ‘that was divine’ is the first thing that came to your mind, you felt him place a delicate kiss against your neck, he had taken out all his frustration and now he was back to the tender lover you knew.

He unchained you, your legs were shaking, threatening to give out, he caught you and gently went with you on the floor, placing you onto his lap; you encircled your arms around his waist, and buried your head in the crook of his neck, relieved that you could finally touch him, he caressed your hair, putting a rebel strand of hair behind your ear; then, he started to cover your face with tender kisses as if he was apologizing for his behavior.

“Your devotion to your Emperor will be rewarded.” he murmured fondly as his lips traveled to your shoulder where he had previously marked you, soothingly his tongue licked your wound, you hummed at the pleasurable sensation. When you had recovered from your emotions, you lifted your head, your eyes met his, they were full of devotion for you, a happy smiled on your lips; then you brought your mouth closer to his ear.  

“Tonight, I will be the one in charge, I will drive you crazy…you will cry in need as you will be waiting for me to give you relief, but before that I’ll make sweet love to you, slowly, tenderly…” you purred into his ear, slightly biting his ear lobe, he let out a shaky breath, already eager for it to happen. To seal your promise, you seized his chin and crashed your mouth on his in a passionate kiss; nothing better than the taste of a pleased Emperor.  

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[axelakim]

KILLING MYSELF RN

too much matthew TOO MUCH.

[axelakim]

AWW CUTIEEE love u so much

[axelakim]

you can call me the master baiter....the way I see men with these fingers.

[axelakim]

❝ know no better, m. barzal. ❞  ‎ ‎ ┉  

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀summary: with your work responsibilities taking you away from long island, you and mat haven't had much time to blow off some steam. his friends, however, are tired of being on the receiving end of mat's "steam" and enlist you to help.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀author's note: about half way through the nnn series! i am a diva!mat truther so enjoy. day five of my no nut november series.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀warnings: smut, please do not interact with my work if you are under 18. language, established relationship, oral (male receiving), mat’s a lil grump.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀pairing: mathew barzal x reader.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀word count: 2.4k.

You looked up from your laptop, your eyes scanning the crowded airport lounge. The clacking of keyboards and murmur of distant conversations created a familiar backdrop to your focused silence. You sighed, your fingers hovering over the keyboard as you awaited your flight's boarding call. Your phone buzzed, and you picked it up, expecting to see a message from work reminding you of the deadlines that had kept you in Boston for nearly a month. Instead, you found a text from Ethan Bear.

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. You hadn't spoken to Ethan in ages, not since the last time you and Mat had seen him over the summer. 

The message was simple: "Hey, noticed Mat's been on edge lately?" 

You read it again, a hint of confusion creasing your forehead. Of course, you had noticed. Mat's mood swings were like the tides, but you had just chalked it up to the pressure of his season and your demanding work schedule pushing distance between the two of you. 

You typed back, "He makes it hard not to lol he's prob just stressed with the season. Why?"

Ethan's response was swift and to the point. "It's that dumb No Nut November bet. He's losing his shit like a little bitch. Can you fix him?" 

You couldn't help but laugh out loud at the absurdity of it all. Mat, your six-foot hockey player of a boyfriend, reduced to a grumpy mess over a bet? It was almost endearing in its ridiculousness. But Ethan's concern was clear, and you knew you couldn't ignore it. 

You replied, "I'll see what I can do," with a winking emoji, feeling less than guilty for the amusement that bubbled up inside you.

As you boarded the plane, you couldn't shake the image of Mat, all six feet of brooding masculinity, brought to his knees by his own stubbornness. You chuckled to yourself, imagining the look on his face when you told him you knew about the bet. The flight back to Long Island was a blur of work emails and half-hearted attempts at relaxing, your mind racing with ideas to tease him into dropping this absurd challenge.

When you finally stepped into your apartment, the tension hit you like a wall. Mat's heavy footsteps echoed through the hallway, and you could hear him muttering under his breath. You set down your bag and called out, "Honey, I'm home!" with a playful lilt in your voice.

Mat appeared around the corner, his eyes flashing with a mix of relief and annoyance. "Fucking finally," he grumbled, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly in an attempt to suppress a smile.

You rolled your eyes, your amusement clear. "What crawled up your ass?" You stepped closer to him, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

Mat sighed, running a hand through his thick, dark hair. "You wouldn't understand."

You stepped closer, your curiosity piqued. "Try me."

Mat rolled his eyes, his frustration palpable. "It's just this stupid bet with the guys. I can't believe how much it's messing with my head."

Your smile grew. "Oh, the No Nut November bet? That's what's got you all worked up?" You couldn't resist poking the bear. "You know you can just tell them you can't do it, right?"

Mat's jaw clenched, and he glared at you. "It's not that simple. My pride's on the line."

You chuckled, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. "Okay, tough guy," you said, your voice gentle and teasing. "But if it's really bothering you, maybe you should just, I don't know, not do it?"

Mat's eyes searched yours for a moment, and you could see the conflict in his gaze. He was torn between his pride and his desire to end the torment. You decided to take matters into your own hands. You leaned in, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. "I have an idea," you murmured against his skin. "How about I help you relieve some of that tension?"

His eyes widened, and you knew you had his attention. "How?" he asked, his voice gruff with hope.

You stepped closer, your hands sliding down to his chest, your thumbs tracing the firm muscles beneath his shirt. "How about I give you a little something to take your mind off of it?" you suggested, your voice dropping to a sultry whisper. You saw the spark of interest in his eyes and knew you had him in your grasp.

Mat's expression softened slightly, his eyes flickering with curiosity and a hint of desperation. "What are you thinking?" he asked, his tone cautious.

You smirked. "I could give you a reason to lose the bet?" you offered, your voice laced with playful challenge. You watched as the realization dawned on him, and his eyes grew dark with need.

"Did someone set you up to this?" he asked, his voice thick with suspicion, trying to hide his growing excitement.

"Let's just say I have my ways of finding things out," you replied with a wink. You could feel the tension in the room start to ease as Mat's curiosity took over.

Mat looked at you skeptically. "Alright. But if you're just messing with me..."

You giggled, standing on your tiptoe to whisper in his ear, "I'm not messing with you, baby." Your breath was warm and sweet, sending a shiver down his spine. "I want to help."

Mat stared at you for a moment, trying to gauge your seriousness. He was desperate for relief, and the thought of losing the bet was becoming increasingly more appealing by the second. With a huff, he stepped back, his arms crossing over his broad chest. "Okay, fine. What do you have in mind?"

You took a step closer, your eyes never leaving his. "Well, I was thinking..." you trailed off, your hands moving to the hem of his shirt, "maybe I could help you relax." You began to lift his shirt, your hands gliding over his abs, your manicured nails lightly scraping against his skin. "You know, just a little something to take the edge off."

Mat's resolve was crumbling. The feel of your hands on him was too tempting to resist. He let out a gruff chuckle, trying to maintain his tough exterior. "You're really going to do this?"

Your smile grew mischievous as you continued to lift his shirt, exposing his toned stomach. "Mmhmm," you hummed, your eyes flicking up to meet his. "I think it's only fair that if you're going to be a grumpy mess, I get to enjoy the perks of helping you out."

Mat's arms fell to his sides, his eyes locked on yours as you continued to explore his torso with your fingertips. "And what perks would those be?" he asked, his voice low and gruff with anticipation.

Your smile was sly. "Well," you said, your thumbs grazing the waistband of his sweatpants, "I was thinking I could give you a nice, long, slow release."

Mat's eyes darkened, and he took a sharp intake of breath. "Fuck it," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in, capturing your mouth in a fiery kiss that sent shockwaves through your body. Your fingers tangled in his hair as you gave in to the passion you had been craving for weeks.

The two of you stumbled into the bedroom, the door slamming shut behind you. You pushed him down onto the bed, your body straddling him. You could feel his heart racing under you, his chest rising and falling rapidly. You took a moment to appreciate the sight of him, his muscles taut and his eyes filled with a desperate need that made your own pulse quicken.

Mat's hands found the zipper of your jacket, his fingers fumbling with the fabric as he tried to get it off of you. You laughed and helped him, shrugging out of the jacket and tossing it aside. You leaned in again, your mouth tracing a line of kisses down his neck and chest, feeling his body respond to your touch. His breathing grew ragged, and you knew you had him exactly where you wanted him.

As you kissed down his body, you felt the tension in Mat's muscles start to unwind. You could feel the heat radiating from him, and you knew that you were winning the battle against his pride. With a knowing smile, you began to undo the drawstring of his shorts, your eyes focused on his.

"Missed this pretty, perfect dick," you murmured against the fabric of Mat's shorts, your voice muffled and playful. Mat's body tensed in anticipation as you slowly pulled them down, revealing him to your gaze. You took a moment to admire him, your eyes sparkling with a mix of humor and desire.

Mat groaned, his hands gripping the bed sheets. "You're evil, you know that?"

Your eyes gleamed with victory. "Only when it's for your own good," you teased, your fingertips brushing against his arousal. You watched his reaction, his eyes rolling back slightly, raven hair beautifully contrasting the crisp white sheets.

Mat's hand reached up to tug at your hair, urging you closer. "Just do it," he begged, his voice a mix of frustration and need.

You chuckled, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "Pushy," you said, your voice low and soothing. You leaned down, your warm breath fanning across his skin. Mat shivered as you pressed a kiss to the tip, your lips curling into a smug smile at his gasp. You took your time, teasing him with feather-light kisses and gentle strokes, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock.

Mat's eyes were squeezed shut, his teeth grinding together. "Baby," he ground out, his voice a desperate plea. You conceded and took him into your mouth, your movements slow and deliberate, savoring his taste and the sound of his moans. His hips bucked upwards, and you held him down with a firm hand, keeping the pace at a torturous crawl.

Your eyes flicked up to meet his, watching the myriad of emotions playing across his face: surprise, pleasure, and a hint of embarrassment at his loss of control. You took him deeper, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked gently, and he swore, his hands fisting in the sheets. The salty tang of his sweat mingled with the faint scent of his cologne, and you felt a thrill of power knowing you could bring this strong, confident man to the brink of madness with just your mouth.

Mat's thighs tensed beneath you as you increased your pace, your hand pumping in time with your mouth. His breath grew ragged, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. You took him deeper still, your throat tightening around him, the sensation of his impending climax thrumming through your body.

"Shit," Mat groaned, his voice tight with need. "C’mon, babe, I can't..."

You released him slowly. "You can't what, baby?" you whispered, your voice like velvet against his sensitive skin.

His eyes flew open, and he stared at you, desperation warring with the need to maintain his pride. "I'm gonna come, baby," he warned, his voice strained.

You pulled back slightly, your eyes gleaming. "Mmm, I know," you said, your voice a sweet taunt. With a devilish smile you held his gaze as you stuck your tongue out, a line of saliva connecting your mouth to his glistening cock. Mat's hips jerked upwards involuntarily, his eyes widening with shock and pleasure.

"You're gonna lose that bet," you whispered, your breath warm against his sensitive skin. Mat's jaw clenched, and he nodded, the fight draining out of him. His hand reached for you, guiding you back down to him. "Good boy," you murmured, your mouth enveloping him again.

Mat's hips began to thrust slightly, his movements growing more urgent. You felt a rush of wetness between your legs, your own desire spiking at the sound of his desperate moans. You tightened your grip, your tongue swiping against the underside of his shaft. His hips bucked harder. With one last, deep suck, you felt him pulse in your mouth, the warmth of his release flooding your mouth.

Mat's body went rigid as he came, his breath hitching in his throat. You swallowed, your eyes never leaving his. You licked your lips, savoring the taste of him, and gave his cock one last gentle kiss before sitting back on your heels. You watched him, his chest heaving and eyes glazed over with pleasure.

For a moment, there was silence, broken only by your ragged breathing. Then Mat's face contorted into a mix of frustration and relief. "Fuck," he muttered, collapsing back onto the bed. "How bad was I?"

You grinned, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "Oh, you were pretty bad," you teased, your voice light and playful. "Ethan texted me about it. Said you were being a little bitch."

Mat's face reddened as he buried his face in a pillow, muffling his groan of embarrassment. You couldn't help but laugh, your eyes sparkling with amusement. "It's okay," you said, your voice gentle. "You're my little bitch."

Mat threw the pillow at you, his laughter joining yours. "Fuck off," he said, his voice muffled by the fabric.

You caught the pillow and tossed it aside, your smile widening. "It's all love, baby," you said, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "But seriously, you okay?"

Mat took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah, I'm good." He sat up, running a hand through his hair. "I just didn't know it would get to me like this."

Your expression softened, and you cupped his cheek, your thumb brushing over the stubble that had started to form. "No more dumb bets?" you asked, your voice a gentle reprimand.

Mat sighed, his eyes meeting yours with a hint of vulnerability. "No more dumb bets," he agreed, his voice gruff. He leaned into your touch, his eyes closing briefly. "I'm sorry for being such an asshole."

Your smile was warm, your thumb continuing to stroke his cheek. "You should probably apologize to Ethan. Whatever you did to him, it's gotta be bad if he's asking for my help."

Mat chuckled, his irritation fading. "I'll text him later, tell him you talked some sense into me." He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around your waist. "Thank you, baby." He kissed you, the affection in his touch making your heart flutter.

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⊹₊⟡⋆ texting bf!rafe ft. barry

i gathered some inspo from pinterest but put my own twist on it <3

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the urge is so very strong

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If you do One Tree Hill concepts, sex with Lucas Scott? Thank you lol

16+

Sweet and sensual. Usually always is. Luke isn’t really that type of guy that does chains and whips. I feel like he can be rough, but he really likes to take his time!

Makeout sessions are always rough and hot though. He loves roaming your body with his hands, sucking on your lip in between kisses, getting you and him all hot and bothered for the slow torture that comes next

He loooves peppering your body with kisses and making hickies. It’s his fav pastime lmao. The Scott boys are very protective and territorial and Luke def wants every guy to know you’re his!!

And they def do hehe

He knows how to please. He is a giver, which in return lets him receive a lot too. Y’all have an equal relationship, especially with sex. Usually you have a rule that if the guy doesn’t give a lot, then neither do you bc why would you wanna waste your time? But Luke makes it worthwhile! He also gives while receiving too. It’s very nice hehe

I feel like although he does vanilla sex, he’s down to changing it up!! He doesn’t want to hurt you. He’s a sensitive and sweet guy. His mom raised him right. but when you were begging for him to choke you, spank you, throw you around in the bed, who would he be to deny you? He wants to satisfy and trust me, he does hehe

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Lucas scott asking out reader concept

We all know he has moves. I feel like he’s not one to do huge grand gesture but he’s still sweet.

Okay I know I say everything happens at the River Court but it literally does sooooo

You and Luke have been friends for a little bit (like everyone in this damn show lol). You moved to Tree Hill in the middle of their junior year, and you quickly became friends with Haley and Lucas. Haley is basically your right hand woman and Lucas was the guy you fell for at first sight, but you never did anything bc um,,, have y’all seen the drama with him, Brooke, and Peyton? Yeah lmao. But let’s say that Peyton focuses on herself (bc girl really needs to) and Brooke is over Lucas bc no offense but he’s a cheater and she deserves better <3 But that’s with canon Lucas. This is MY version of Lucas in this concept

It has been over between Brooke and Lucas for a while. Lucas hasn’t really dated anybody since. He’s just been focusing on basketball, college admissions, his crazy ass family, etc. and you, funnily enough, just got out of this long term relationship with your ex bf from your last school. Lucas decided to wait a little bit before asking you out bc you were still dating this dude when you came to Tree Hill, and you were very much in love buuut it’s like 9 months later and although it still hurts sometimes, you’re ready to move on

Ugh sorry I just love doing backstories. I’ll get to the actual thing now

Okay so yes the river court. You’re reading while Lucas is just shooting. Ugh and he cannot stop staring at you 😫. You look so beautiful in the white light of the lamp. You’re curled up on the bench with your book in hand and you’re biting your nails as you’ve reached a climactic part in your book. He’s been wanting to ask you out for a while now and he decides this is the night.

“Getting to the good part?” Lucas asks. “Mhm,” you nod, not looking up from the page as he sits down next to you. He’s actually so nervous lmao. His heart is pounding and he’s sweating profusely more.

“Can I ask you a question?” He asks. “Go ahead,” you say. “Can you look at me?” He nudges you.

You sigh, giving him a shy smile. “Sorry. You know me and books.” He chuckles, “don’t worry, I’m the same way.”

You fold your book, turning your whole body to him. “Alright. You have my undivided attention. What’s up?”

Mans is abt to faint fr. “Um… you’re over Josh, right?” “Um, yeah. I mean… yeah,” you nod slowly. “It’s been almost a year and I’m the one who broke up with him.”

“Doesn’t mean you’re not over it, though. Unless you are.”

“I am. I’m ready to move on with my life. I-I have. Why do you want to know?”

“Well,” he lets out a shaky breath. “I was wondering if you’d like to go on a date with me Sunday night? We can go to the beach and have dinner. I’ll buy you ice cream and we can swim, too.”

You grin, “is this an excuse to see me in a bathing suit?” “No! I mean, i definitely wouldn’t mind that, but I was thinking we would swim in our own clothes. Or we can do whatever you want to do,” he says.

You’re like 😁😁 “we can do your plan. Are you paying for dinner too?”

“Of course,” he nods. You slowly lean forward, pecking his cheek. Your hand slips into his and you pull away to look at him. “What time are you picking me up?”

“Six?” He suggests. “Okay. I expect flowers and a limousine,” you tease. He laughs, “I wouldn’t give you any less.”

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ooh then a dating lucas scott concept? thanks!

The drama this man reels you into. Ugh 😭

Like he’s dated two of his friends he’s still friends with, Dan is STILL being a pain in the ass, Karen is pregnant with his dead uncle’s baby, and Nathan and Hayley are… well who even knows bc SHE KEEPS FREAKING LEAVING.

but anyways

You were kinda resistant to dating him at first. And who can blame you? So much was always going on in his life and he was still friends with BOTH of his exes? You really liked him a lot. How couldn’t you? He was the sweetest guy, and you treated you really well. You were just afraid he would cheat on you like he did with Brooke (rip man he got himself a reputation)

Buuuutttt one day you agree to go on a date. It’s better than you expected. He took you to this field, to which you thought he was gonna kill you but rest assured, you came home very alive lmao. And he basically set up this drive in movie thing. You used to go there when you were a little kid with your dad and Luke knows how much you missed it, so he decided to bring drive in movie theaters to you!

He even made you dinner. Okay, Karen made you food lmao, but the fact he put so much work into it was so sweet. You decided to go on a couple more dates before calling it final

You definitely didn’t regret saying yes!! You both took it slow and Luke not only proved to you that he was yours through words, but he definitely proved it through his actions. And Brooke and Peyton made us so clear that they were over him, and they were!! And let’s all be honest, Brooke shipped you guys so hard. She helped Luke plan every date too 😭 she wants the best for you hehe

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for a lucas scott x reader concept (or fic if you requests are open but if not just a concept is fine lol so like you know how in season 3 lucas was trying to get brooke to go out with him but she wouldn’t until the end when she finally said yes. so basically that lol (it can be smut or not depending on what u wanna write)

that was a rly long explanation sorry but thank you lol

I literallt had to read multiple Wikipedia pages bc i dont remember any of this 😭. And pls don’t apologize for the long explanation. Tbh I am very thankful you gave me specific details so I could look it up lol

Also this isn’t like totally how it went down but just from my memory lol🌝🌝

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“You said you didn’t care if we saw other people!” Lucas exclaims.

“Yeah, that was until I realized how much I actually like you. That was before I realized I hate seeing you with other girls. How much I hate seeing you kissing anyone but me,” you explain.

“Then why did you want to be exclusive in the first place?” Lucas asks.

You sigh, getting all embarrassed. “I… I was afraid to get hurt. And I thought that if we were seeing other people but also seeing each other, I would save myself the pain, but turns out I did the exact opposite.”

Lucas thinks you’re so cute all flustered. He walks over to you, slipping his hands into yours. “I know I haven’t been the most trustful in the past, and I apologize. You didn’t deserve that. But this summer made me realize that I, too, hate seeing you with other guys. I want to be the one to make you smile, to hold you, to kiss you. I want to be yours and I would like for you to be mine.”

Ugh he’s so good with words. I blame it on all the books he reads.

“But what if I get hurt again?” You frown. “How do I know you don’t like Peyton anymore?”

Lucas sighs, “I know I can’t say it a lot, otherwise it won’t sound true. So, I’m asking you to take a chance on me. Let me show you how much I love you, how much I care for you. Let me show you I’m all yours.”

You hum in thought. This was a dream come true for you. All summer, all you’ve ever wanted was him. And now you finally had him, now that you had a chance, were you going to let it go.

“Okay,” you nod slowly. “Okay?” he grins. “Yeah, I… I want to be with you two, Luke. Let’s stop all this non-exclusive nonsense,” you say.

“Yes, please,” he nods.

He leans down, kissing you sweetly. You smile against his lips, reaching your hands up to wrap around his neck. His hands find their place in your waist, pulling you flush against him. After a few moments of kissing, he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours.

“I love you,” he says. “Mmm, I love you, too,” you hum.

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First date with Lucas Scott if you haven’t done that one alreadyy

Lucky for you, I have not!!

I’m sorry this is all over the place 😭

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Super awkward at first, let’s be honest. Lucas is smooth but when it comes to a girl he really reallyyyyyy likes, he gets all flustered and suddenly forgets every word in the English language

And being around him makes you flustered. He’s so pretty and his smile is just 🥰🥰 and he’s so charming and sweet.

Your first date probably happened on the river court. Skills, Mouth, and Brooke help set up the date. Okay, let’s be honest, it was all Brooke, but the boy’s help is appreciated. You guys have a little picnic under the stars and you two end up playing a littler basketball (bc what would the show be if there wasn’t basketball ever single second lmao)

Lucas is actually impressed by you bc you’re not horrible at basketball. And let’s all be honest, he thinks it’s super cute when you play too. He falls in love with you like 10 times more

OMG. You guys are tied and it’s your turn to take the last shot. But Lucas holds the ball up above your head like a little asshole and hes like “looks like I win 😁”

“Being tall does not grant you a point.” You put your hands on your hips, glaring at him playfully.

“You sure? Because in my rule book, it does.”

You’re like 🙄🙄 “give me the ball, luke!” You try to jump up and you almost get the ball, but he steps away before you can grab it.

“You’re just afraid you’ll lose,” you say. “Nah, I know I’ll win,” he says.

“Then give me the ball, Scott.”

“Give me a kiss first.” 😳😳😳😳. I told yall Lucas was smooth.

You don’t really know what to say but you just know that you definitely do want to kiss him. So you grab his neck and pull him down, crashing your lips onto his. Hehe and when he wraps his arms around you, you take your chance and take the ball. You then score, bc duh you’re awesome, and he acts all sad.

“Unfair!” He scoffs.

Hehe you walk up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Why don’t I give you another kiss to make up for it?”

And just like that, he’s putty in your hands.

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Losing v card to Lucas Scott concept? Sorry i’m obsessed with him lol

No don’t apologize! Who isn’t obsessed w him? Lol

Sweetest. Guy. Ever. He makes sure you’re comfortable at all times, you’re enjoying yourself, and let’s you set the pace

At first he’ll go slow. Not only for your enjoyment, for his too. He wants to savor you: the way you feel, your smell, your noises. Everything about you entrances him and he can’t get enough

He def holds your hand during it too. And the praising omg.

“Feels so good.”

“Taking me so well.”

“You’re such a good girl.”

“So beautiful.”

“You’re so pretty. I’m so lucky.”

Okay this is gonna get kinda graphic lmaooo but I just imagine him pulling a few tricks out of his sleeve too. Like he’ll put his hand down between you two and start rubbing your clit. He’ll put your leg over his shoulder, allowing him to stretch you out even more. And he’ll dive his head down, sucking on the sweet spot on your neck. All of these actions are making you moan louder and making your nails dig into his skin and ugh he can’t get enough

All in all, he’s really sweet and gentle with you (up until the last few moments when he’s doin all dat stuff). And he’s an aftercare king!! Cleaning you up, massaging your body, making sure you felt good and everything was what you wanted

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Making out with Lucas concept lol

16+

This man loves kissing more than anything I swear. He always has to kiss. Before you leave for class, after you get out of class, when you’re studying together, or even just when you guys are out to eat.

So when you two get a chance to make out, he’s more than happy to do so

Usually you two end up making out while doing homework lol. Sometimes it ends up with him on too, buuuut I feel like he likes having you in his lap, straddling his waist. He loves feeling your hands rake through his hair and cradle the back of your head while his hands are gripping your hips, feeling over your curves.

Your lips move with his slowly, your tongues meeting with each kiss. You take shallow breathes every now and then, feeling your lungs burning but you don’t want to stop kissing him, and neither does he.

He inhales deeply, becoming immersed by your shampoo and perfume. It’s so sweet, just like you. Your lips fit with his like puzzle pieces. He loves feeling the weight of you in his lap. He loves being able to wrap his arms around and pull you closer, causing your chest to collide with his. Ugh he loves that lol

Your hips roll against his, rubbing against his boner. He hums into your mouth, making you smile into the kiss. Your hands hold his jaw, your thumbs running alongside his cheekbones. His hands slip up your blouse, his fingertips gliding across your skin.

“Mm, Luke,” you hum into his mouth. “Yeah?” He says.

“Not right now. My parents will be home soon.”

He nods, placing his hands back over your clothed body. “I love just kissing you anyways.”

You giggle, “you’re so sweet.”

He shakes his head. “You’re the sweet one.”