#I didn’t know what to call this kink I’m sorry 😅

[trashogram]

hi i’m the “i need luce to crush me under his weight both sexually and non-sexually” anon.

I have no idea what to call that kink prompt with but idc if he’s being my weighted blanket or folding like a pretzel , please please please gimme some of that <3333

Kinktober Day Five — Cuddling Kink

Warnings: f!reader, smothering, asphyxiation, sex

“Okay?” Lucifer struggled to ask.

Your moans had turned into guttural, gasping little sounds as he pushed your legs up until your chin could rest on your knees.

But he was reaching so deep inside of you.

“Mmhm!” You nodded frantically, compelling him with your wide eyes to continue; even as you fought to keep breathing while couched between the pressure of his weight and the mountain of pillows at your back.

You could barely think, adjusting as your lungs began to scream for air. Lightheadedness set in, making your eyelids flutter and your cunt grasp greedily at the King’s cock plunging in and out.

“Shit.” His voice broke. “I-I’m close…”

“Cum inside.” You sighed, what little air your lungs could take in escaping. Spots and stars swimming at the edge of your vision. “I… need…”

It had become too difficult to form words, with your eyes were rolling back from the lack of oxygen. Your thighs were squeezed together, adding pressure to either side of your cunt, puffy clit pinched between them. Lucifer’s groin smacked against you rapidly, zaps of pleasure bordering on painful piercing through you like silvery lightening.

You were hyper-aware of Lucifer’s release, jets of warmth shot so deeply you swore he was in your belly. The former angel cried out, low and warbling against the crown of your head as you stayed still, sluggishly clinging onto the sensation of being filled.

When he let go of you, the crush of your legs against your ribs relieved, you quickly gulped in air. It felt like bees were buzzing in your skin, tingling in your toes and your fingertips.

You stopped Lucifer from falling to the bed at your side as soon as he’d caught his breath.

“Stay?” You laid back, beckoning him to follow you when he looked hesitant.

It made you smile to feel him once again between your legs, resting his head between your breasts as he relaxed on top of you again.

[moonhoures]

“It Just . . . Slipped”

🕷️ kinktober — day 12: daddy kink 🕸️

pairing: chan (stray kids) + reader (afab/fem)

genre: non-idol!au, smut

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, established relationship, vaginal penetration, no mention of protection but please use it irl!!, pet names ‘princess’ & ‘baby’ for reader and ‘daddy’ for chan

word count: ~1.2k

synopsis: the title is pretty self-explanatory 😅

posted: october 12, 2023

kinktober masterist

On a random Wednesday night, Chan definitely wasn’t expecting to discover one of your kinks. Yet, there he was. The two of you had been together for about a year at this point, so you had sex countless times. If asked, he would say he was fairly confident that he knew a lot about you intimately. He knew what you liked and didn’t like. He knew what certain sounds meant. He knew what buttons to press to turn you on or make you cum. It was almost like a form of science to him. He might not be an expert, but he could teach a class, you know? Metaphorically speaking of course.

So you could imagine the surprise on his face when on this night, as he’s fucking into you tirelessly, he hears you say, “Please fuck me harder, daddy.”

He almost didn’t catch it. For a split second, he even wonders if he heard you wrong, or imagined it. Several seconds went by before his hips caught up to the speed of his brain, and his body faltered. His pelvis stuttered, coming to a halt between your thighs. Your face was already growing heated as you realized what you had said. Your hands reached up to cover your face, but the damage was done. You couldn’t hide. You couldn’t run. There was nowhere to go.

“What was that?” he asked, less with accusation and more so with a tone of playfulness. If your eyes had been open, you would see a teasing grin on his lips.

“I’m sorry!” you quickly responded, your voice coming out squeaky from the embarrassment that flooded your entire being, “It just . . . slipped.”

“It’s fine, I just . . . didn’t know you had a daddy kink,” he laughed softly on the second part, which made your heart drop into your stomach, “That’s new. Where did it come from?”

“I don’t have a daddy kink,” the defense left your lips instantly, like a reflex. But the both of you could tell you weren’t one hundred percent confident in what you said. For the most part, it was true. You didn’t have a daddy kink, that you were aware of, at least. You didn’t actively seek out any kind of erotic content with that word. And you hadn’t been immensely turned on by the term before. You didn’t have a problem with the term by any means, but never had it crossed your mind to use it in practice? Honestly, you had found it kind of cringy. But now you were rethinking everything.

“You sure? Because you definitely just called me daddy, and it sounded pretty natural,” he said, the cheeky smile still on his face, “You’ve been thinking about that for a while, haven’t you?”

“I haven’t! I swear,” your words muffled through your fingers, making him laugh again. He redistributed his weight so he could reach up and peel your palms away from your eyes. When he had your hands pinned beside your head, he interlocked his fingers with yours and enjoyed the beauty that was your face. Your wide eyes, full of nervousness and shyness. Your cheeks, full of the warmth that came from his scrutinizing gaze. Your lips that he could tell you were biting on, a nervous habit of yours. He loved all of it.

“It’s okay, _______, really. Don’t think about it too much,” he spoke softer now, leaning down slowly to press relaxing kisses against your chest. , “Sex is supposed to be natural. So just let your body do what it wants. Say what feels right, yeah?”

You nodded, still feeling the humiliation deep in your bones. But Chan always had a way of putting you at ease. He was like the human embodiment of the comforting feeling you get from a hug. Like lighting your favorite candle and relishing in the relaxing aroma after a long day.

Your boyfriend continued to kiss you wherever he could reach, returning to thrust into you. You were so immersed in the feeling of his cock moving in and out of you as well as his lips on your skin, that your nervousness began to melt away. Your lips were released from the grip of your teeth, parting as pathetic moans fell from them. Chan kept your hands on the pillows, his fingers tightening around yours as he grinded his hips a little more precisely between your own. He drew the most carnal noises out of you, much to his pleasure.

As his orgasm grew close, he noticed your tell-tale signs hadn’t happened yet. He usually preferred cumming with you, or as closely as he could get. So he reached between you two, wetting his fingertips with your own arousal before circling your clit. Soft whimpers caught in your throat, making him smirk against your neck where he was pressing kisses and making hickeys that he knew you would nag to him about later.

“Gonna cum with daddy, princess?”

“Princess” was not a new pet name for you, but it still made your chest flutter. “Daddy”, however, sent your body into a tingling fit. Maybe it was because it was him that was saying it. You really weren’t sure why it suddenly had this kind of effect on you, but Chan seemed to be eating it up, much to your chagrin. You groaned in embarrassment at his question, feeling like he was mocking you, though you knew he would never do so maliciously. He just liked making you flustered.

“Hm? Speak to me, baby. Who’s your daddy?”

Okay, now he was just having too much fun with this. For a second you wondered if you should give in and play along, or ignore him altogether. But you knew your boyfriend just as well as he did you. You knew he wouldn’t let this go, even after this was said and done. He would make you revisit this moment again and again unless you begged him to stop. And you weren’t sure if you wanted to do that just yet. Maybe you could give this a try, at least this once?

“Come on, _______, answer me,” he tried to urge a response out of you by nuzzling his nose against yours, making you giggle softly.

“You, Chan,” you finally caved, making his grin widen. His dimples showcased on his nearly flawless skin.

“I didn’t hear you, baby,” he teased you further, making you whine. Though it was mixed with a moan as he slowed his thrusts down, focusing on going deeper. He was reaching the spot that had your thighs twitching with pleasure. That, plus the toying of your clit, was bringing you so close. He could practically taste your orgasm.

“Chan, don’t-“

“Uh uh, say it again, ________. Who’s your daddy? Come on, make my day, princess.“

“Fuck- You are,” you repeated, a little louder as your orgasm came rolling down and out of your pussy. Your cunt throbbed and clenched around him, and he finally allowed himself to cum with you. Your two essences became one as they coated his cock, making a mess between his thighs and yours (and the sheets, unfortunately).

“That’s right,” he whispered, but you picked it up. He let out a laugh as you pinched his waist.

“You’re not going to let me live this down, are you?” you asked while he kissed your cheek.

“Absolutely not.”

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[klaus-littlestwolf]

Okay so…I may have taken the innocence thing just a bit too far? I grew up Mormon and now I have a shit load of religious trauma and I think that propelled this one a bit so…I hope it was everything you wanted and if it isn’t I’m so sorry😅 but this is probably the most fun fic that I’ve ever gotten a request for and now I want to write more like it🤣

I apologize in advance

Warnings: Major Innocence Kink which pushes its way into Dub-Con, Breeding Kink, Daddy Kink (Dd-Lg), Religious Trauma

DD:DNE

This is a Religious Fic.

Don’t Like = Don’t Read!!

It’s possible I took the innocent thing a bit too far but considering you didn’t want her to know what sex was at all I assume that’s what you wanted? I hope it’s what you intended.

If you had told Klaus that one day he would work at an all girls catholic school he wouldn’t have believed you. Here he is though, Saint Holy Mary’s School for Girls as an Art teacher and he’s never been happier.

When Klaus met Y/n he knew she was perfect, she had been home for summer break at the time and Klaus scared off some teenage boys making vulgar comments to her as she walked home. They talked for a few minutes and it didn’t take Klaus long to understand that she’s innocent. Alarmingly innocent. She’s a teenager who is almost an adult that no one has taught about sex, and while Klaus wanted to know how that’s even possible, he decided instead to just enjoy the gift he has been given in the form of his innocent little Bunny.

She was shocked to see him in the school but pleasantly surprised, she blushed whenever he spoke to her, blushed whenever she saw him in the halls or at meals and blushed whenever he complimented her projects. Klaus had spent nearly 2 months just getting her comfortable in his presence, she spends a lot of time with him and often helps him with things that get her out of different classes. Y/n loved spending time with Klaus just as much as he did with her, she proved it the first time he touched her, though she clearly hadn’t understood what was going on and he found it truly adorable.

‘Might as well just spend the rest of class here love, there’s 20 more minutes.’ She shrugged, blushing as he pulled a chair over beside him for her to sit in. She made herself comfortable and Klaus couldn’t keep from looking at her legs, the short skirt she was forced to wear everyday showing several inches above her mid thigh and he couldn’t stop from imagining them wrapped around his head. ‘So, tell me Y/n, what made your parents choose this school for you? Were you too naughty for them to control anymore or did your parents go here?’ Once again her face was red as she quickly corrected him.

‘My mom went here! I didn’t-I’m not-‘

‘I was teasing love, I know you’re the most innocent girl here.’ He was still teasing her, wanting to see how she would react and she didn’t disappoint him.

‘I’m not that innocent. I just don’t like to break the rules…my dad never paid much attention to me when I was a kid unless I did something right so breaking the rules wasn’t really an option I guess…I don’t like-‘

‘You don’t like people to be disappointed in you. It’s a good thing, but I don’t think anyone could be disappointed in you Bunny, you’re perfect.’ He could practically smell the blood rushing to her cheeks as he rested a hand on her knee but she didn’t pull away. ‘Such a good girl.’

‘Thank you, you’re always so sweet, I love getting to talk to you Mr.Mikaelson.’

‘Ah ah ah. What have I told you about that? You call me by my first name now that we’re friends. You wouldn’t want me to be…disappointed in you would you?’ He questioned, moving his hand up to hold her thigh and seeing his fingers only about 2 inches from touching her panties making her breath just a bit heavier.

‘No! I’m sorry, I just, it’s weird to call a teacher by his name is all-‘

‘But we’re friends. After all this time I thought we were…more than friends even?’ Her eyes widened and she held the sleeve of his red Henley tightly.

‘Of course we are! We’re best friends! I’m sorry Klaus, you know I love spending time with you.’ He couldn’t help his smile at her nearly idiotic level of innocence as she thought he meant ‘best friends’ even as he has his hand almost under her skirt.

‘It’s okay. I love being your best friend, you’re my precious little Bunny. I could never really be disappointed in you love.’ His hand squeezed her flesh and she gasped quietly just before he caught a heavenly scent coming from her making his fangs ache in desperate need of being buried in her throat. In the 2 months he had known her, he had never smelled that sweet slick between her legs until now and he could see as she pushed them together that she didn’t quite understand what the feeling in her stomach was. He would have to teach her everything…he couldn’t find it in himself to be upset about that.

For the next month he got her accustomed to him touching her, arms, legs, back, face, his hands anywhere on her body wasn’t something she minded, not even when he hugged her from behind and rested his hands on her lower belly. That’s when he knew, when she leaned back into him and pushed her thighs together, he knew he could have her.

The next time they were alone together he made sure they had plenty of time. Y/n was scheduled to stay at home that weekend but Klaus made sure something came up with her parents so she couldn’t go. When she spoke to him, he convinced her to not tell the school and just spend the weekend at his place. It would be fun. She was so excited by the idea of spending time with her friend outside of school that she barely worried about the broken rules, getting off at the first bus stop after leaving the school and hopping into his car with a huge smile on her face.

Klaus had gotten all kinds of snacks and drinks, ordering takeout and relaxing with her eating everything she’s not normally allowed to. He had also gone to the store and gotten her clothes, both pajamas and day clothes to wear if she wanted to go someplace tomorrow or Sunday, all of which were short or revealing and he had her change into black short shorts and a tank top with a wolf on it. Last but not least he put on an R rated movie. She argued but didn’t put up too much of a fight about it. It was a horror movie and she was shocked by the cursing and the drugs, but she enjoyed the stupidity of the characters and how they died.

It wasn’t until they got to the reason Klaus chose this movie that she seemed uncomfortable. She watched as the teenage boy pulled his girlfriend onto his lap and ripped her top off, her tits flashing on the screen before he seemed to make a meal out of them.

Klaus had ensured that Y/n was pressed against his side firmly with his arm around her waist so that he wouldn’t need to pull her closer when the scene came on.

As the boy continued kissing down her body he flipped the girl over and ripped off her panties, shoving his face into her. Y/n gasped, completely stunned by this action and looking up at Klaus in shock. ‘What are they doing?’ She questioned and he looked down at her, trying to stay neutral.

‘They’re having sex love, being normal teenagers. You…you know what sex is…don’t you?’

‘Of course I do, I…it’s to make babies…my mom said I didn’t need to know until…until I was ready to get married. They’re sinning.’ Klaus chuckled at that and Y/n looked back up at him confused before turning back to the television and watching as the boy began thrusting into the girl roughly and she began crying out in pleasure.

‘All teenagers have sex Y/n, it’s more strange not to have done it. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t support mindless sex with a bunch of people you don’t know but if you love someone, really care for them then you should express that with them. You don’t have to make a baby, there’s ways to avoid it if you want to but sex is called ‘making love’ for a reason, it’s the best way to express your care for that special someone.’ She looked confused but he could also smell her excitement. ‘They love each other, so they’re making each other feel good. It’s normal and I’m so sorry you’ve been deprived of basic knowledge…do you see her face?’ He asked, knowing exactly how he was going to convince her to let him touch her. ‘What does her face look like?’

‘Happy…really happy.’

‘Right, and the sounds she’s making? Tell me, what do her sounds make you feel?’ Her face was redder than he had ever seen and she looked away from the TV quickly before he tilted her head up. ‘It’s okay Y/n, I love you. You can tell me how you’re feeling. I would never betray your trust and tell anyone anything. You can be honest with me…do you want me to tell you first?’ She nodded quickly and he tried desperately to hide his smile. ‘Well, when I hear her moaning like that I…honestly it makes me desperate to know what you would sound like if you felt good.’ Y/n was now turned toward his body and holding his Henley tightly, clearly trying to calm her breathing as she got too excited. ‘What are you feeling right now? I won’t make fun of you, I want to help.’

‘I…I feel tingly in…in bad places Klaus…sometimes when-Oh God-‘

‘It’s okay. You’re doing so good Bunny, so, so good for me.’ He pulled her onto his lap gently and ran his hands up her sides.

‘When you…t-touch me I get…I feel hot…and tingly…and I get…I-I get-‘

‘Does your pussy get wet for me Bunny?’ She groaned out, in embarrassment and relief both but he didn’t care as he gripped onto her thigh tightly. ‘It’s normal. It means you love me a whole lot, just like I love you.’ Her whimper was quiet but instant.

‘You do?’ He nodded. ‘Do…do you get wet too?’

How stupid is her fucking mother that she could teach her daughter basic-fuck that women!

‘No Bunny, but my cock gets hard for you whenever you touch me, or I think about you, sometimes at night I touch myself and just think about how precious and beautiful you are and it makes my cock feel so much better. When a man’s cock gets too hard it hurts and you are always the one who makes the pain stop, you make me feel so good Precious.’

‘Are you in pain now Klaus?’ She wondered and this was exactly how he knew he would get her to let him do anything he fucking wanted.

‘Yes Bunny, I’ve been in pain since the movie started.’ She looked up at him in shock and worry making him wince a bit as he moved to prove his discomfort.

‘How do you make it stop hurting, I can-I can leave you alone if you need-‘

‘Don’t leave me Bunny, no! Please? I need to hold you Y/n, don’t go-‘

‘Okay. I’m not going anywhere.’ She reached up, running her fingers through his hair and it sent a shiver down his spine.

‘Have you ever seen a cock before?’ He asked her and she shook her head, probably thankful she couldn’t get redder than she is. ‘Do…do you want to?’ She hesitated before looking back up at him and nodding, trying to look determined which made her all the more adorable. He moved slowly so she didn’t get scared, it had been probably about 200 years since he had fucked a virgin and he knew he needed to be even slower with Y/n. He pushed his sweat pants down along with his boxer briefs, his cock standing straight and hard, leaking at the tip, and completely red which seemed to make her believe he was in serious pain.

As if Y/n couldn’t control herself she reached her hand out and touched his tip, dragging her finger down his length before yanking her hand away when he groaned. ‘I’m Sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you! I-‘

‘No Bunny, no! You made me feel so good, so fucking good! Please just…oh God, please touch me? Please Bunny, help me?’ His desperate cries of pain were too much for her and she reached out, wrapping her hand around his cock, watching him throw his head back as his hand tightened on her thigh. She pumped her hand up and down his length a few times before her eyes found his tip which was leaking. She swiped her thumb across it and his hips thrust up, nearly throwing her off of his lap. ‘My good girl, so good for me! Such a good little Bunny for your Daddy! Don’t stop? Please?!’ He held her hand and helped her speed up for a few moments before looking back down at her and his eyes flashing to her lips. ‘Y/n…will you do something else for me?’

She nodded quickly. ‘Anything Daddy.’

Fuck! He could have cum right there and been completely happy with it but he pushed it back. ‘Please? Daddy needs your lips.’

‘My-my lips?’

He nodded. ‘Please? Just the tip if you want, suck on it like I gave you a lollipop…can you do that Precious?’ She looked back down at his cock before smiling and nodding her head, moving from his lap and kneeling. He could see the excitement in her eyes and he knew right away he was creating a desperate whore. He was going to ruin this girl and he couldn’t care any fucking less, she would belong to no one but him for the rest of eternity and he would never let anyone else touch her perfect body so…how wrong is it really?

She wrapped her lips around his tip and suckled, tongue running over his slit which made his legs stiffen and shake as she did it again, dragging her lips down his length and moaning. That was the final straw for him. He had imagined her mouth and her noises so many times and nothing came close to this, she was perfection and she was never getting away from him. He held the back of her head still as he came up into her mouth and though she jerked a bit at first she got used to it and quickly swallowed, sucking on his cock for more. ‘Did I make you feel better?’ He couldn’t speak, only nod in that moment of total bliss, head thrown back against the couch to keep her from seeing the dark veins under his golden eyes until he could get his hybrid visage under control again, Fuck this girl does things to him! ‘Can I have more cream Daddy?’

‘Oh Fuck!’ Her innocent eyes and words were going to push him over the edge much too quickly. ‘Daddy…Daddy wants to give you more cream. I’ll give you Daddy cream all you want Babygirl but…do you think Daddy can put it somewhere else?’ She tilted her head, looking up at him from her knees. ‘Do you trust me?’ Y/n nodded her head quickly and he smirked, knowing this would be easier than he thought. ‘Can I show you?’

‘Yes Daddy.’ God he’s going to stretch her pussy so much this weekend there will be a permanent indentation of his cock. He lifted her up and laid her onto the couch, throwing his shirt away and grabbing ahold of hers, pulling it off and quickly keeping her arms from covering her perfect tits. They were just the perfect size for his hands and so fucking cute that he couldn’t resist leaning down and wrapping his lips around a nipple, her hips flying up when his teeth nibbled. He took full advantage, dragging his hands down her sides and holding onto her shorts and panties, nibbling again and pulling the clothes down and off as her hips thrust up again. ‘Daddy!’

‘Shh…it’s okay Y/n, it’s just Daddy. I love you Bunny, and I want to spend the rest of eternity at your side making your pussy drip for me, do…do you want me?’ He asked, seeming nervous so that she feels needier for him.

‘Yes Daddy, forever but…you’re my teacher, how-‘

‘You let me worry about that, Daddy will make it all okay…just let Daddy…let Daddy inside of you.’ He groaned, pushing her legs apart and squeezing her thighs with an image of his girl round with his baby burned into his brain, silently begging whatever Gods exist if any to allow him to be able to put a baby in his Little Bunny. Leaning his face down into her wetness he licked his tongue up her slit, lapping at her like a thirsty animal before caressing her clit with the tip of his tongue.

‘Oh Daddy! Don’t Stop! Please?!’ He didn’t, he shoved his face into her cunt and ate her like his life depends on it. He wrapped his hand around hers as he wiggled his tongue against her clit and felt her legs lock around his head as she reached her peak for the first time ever, crying out so loud he knew the neighbors would hear if he’d had any. When he pulled away he crawled back up her chest and kissed her neck, lining his cock up at her hole and pushing his way into her before she had time to have doubts, still on cloud nine as he pushed the last 2 inches in a short thrust and she squealed.

‘That’s it Bunny, oh god you’re so perfect. So fucking perfect! So tight on my-‘

‘Daddy! Y-You’re in-inside…you can’t-‘

‘Clearly I can. And I am.’ He turned her face to look up at him and made sure she was looking him in the eyes. ‘My cock is in your pussy right now, so deep you can practically feel me in your guts, can’t you?’ She nodded, whining. ‘This is my pussy now, all mine. No one can ever take you away from me…you have the most perfect cunt I’ve ever seen baby.’ He pulled back a few inches before pushing in again and pressing his lips to her lips for the first time. ‘Tell me Bunny, what was it you wanted from Daddy?’

‘Daa-ah!’ He thrust up again when she didn’t answer and he smirked, feeling his fangs trying to push out of his gums as he became more and more desperate to mark her.

‘Tell me what you wanted.’

‘D-Daddy cream…wanted m-more Daddy cream…please Daddy? Can I have more?’ She was begging now, whining in desperation for his cum in her womb.

‘Daddy will always give you cream. Daddy’s gonna fill you with so much you’ll be leaking for days. We’re going to fill you with cream for the next 2 days and maybe I’ll keep you even longer just to make sure it’s all properly fucked into you.’

‘Yes! Daddy cream! Want you inside me Daddy, inside me forever! Your cock feels so good! Why did no one tell me it feels so good! Can you stay inside me forever? Daddy, please?’

‘Oh Bunny…Daddy’s gonna breed this little body so much, gonna fill you with my cum over and over again until you’re a leaking, fucked out mess, until all you can do is whine and babble my fucking name! Until all you can say is ‘please Daddy more?’ And I’ll fill you over and over until it takes and you’re carrying my baby inside of your gorgeous body.’ Her eyes widened as she looked up at him, his hips thrusting harder as she realized what he meant, what he was really doing. ‘That’s right Bunny, you’re gonna give Daddy babies, gonna fill you with my babies over and over and still you’ll be desperate for more. Cause you know what bunnies do? They breed, they breed like crazy, they get Fucked-‘ he thrust hard getting deeper into her, now holding her legs up and getting as deep as he physically can. ‘-until they can’t anymore and then they do it again cause they’re so needy and desperate and slutty that they can’t stop. You have a slutty little pussy Bunny, are you ready for Daddy to fill it?’

He knew he wouldn’t stop even if she said ‘no’ but he wanted her to want it, because she is his for the rest of eternity. ‘P-please? Daddy cream! Fill my pussy Daddy! Please?!’

‘That’s my good girl. Daddy’s good girl, gonna be so full of me! Fuck!’ He shoved his cock into her as deeply as he could, feeling her pussy squeezing him through her own orgasm and practically milking his cock for all he could give her and Klaus had never felt so blissful, not in 1000 years.

He kept himself buried inside of her cunt, holding her close and pulling a blanket over the both of them, nuzzling into her throat to find some comfort before drifting off to sleep with the TV sound in the background.

Sometime in the night Klaus had moved them upstairs to his bed and cleaned the both of them up. Later that morning he was awoken by the girl in his arms moving, opening his eyes to see her sitting up and keeping the sheet wrapped around her body.

‘I saw it all last night gorgeous, might as well leave the sheet.’ She turned her head to look down at him and as soon as he saw the tears in her eyes he was moving. ‘Oh no, Bunny! No tears, why are you crying?’ To his relief she didn’t fight him, crying into his bare chest as he held her.

‘What am I going to do?!’ She cried, wrapping her arms around his neck and sniffling.

‘What do you mean? You’re going to stay right here, with me. I love you Y/n, and all you and I did last night was show our love for each other, there’s nothing wrong with that-‘

‘Unless I’m Pregnant! My Mom Is Going To Kill Me! I’m a disappointment to God and my father-Oh God My Father! He’s gonna kill me-‘ Klaus clamped his hand over Y/n’s mouth to stop her sobbing.

‘No one is Ever going to hurt you, and do you know why?’ She shook her head, tears streaming down her sweet face which he reached to wipe away. ‘Because you’re my Little Bunny. All mine. You asked last night why you weren’t told how good you could feel, remember?’ She nodded. ‘You weren’t told so that they could control you. You’re almost an adult and no one told you about anything, that’s wrong and cruel and dangerous! You gave yourself to me last night and I am going to spend the rest of our lives worshipping my girl like a Princess…you still love me…don’t you?’

‘Yes! Of course I do Klaus! I love you so much but my father will never let me be with you! He doesn’t care what I want, he will choose my husband once I graduate-‘

‘Y/n, you’ve already chosen. You’re 18, an adult, able to make your own choices. No one can tell you what to do anymore unless you want them to…we can go. Go back to the school, pack your things, I’ll quit my job and we can be together.’ Klaus knew when he looked at her curious eyes that he had her, he was going to make this happen and the best part is Y/n will think she made her own decision for the first time ever.

‘But what about your job? We’ll go live together with no income? I won’t have a diploma so I can’t get a job to-‘

‘You will never have a job!’ Klaus swore and she looked startled. ‘I have plenty of money, I’m an artist, I sell my work all the time. I worked in that school because…because I fell in love with you. I know it’s crazy, of course it is but I couldn’t leave you Y/n! You were already my everything…please tell me you’ll come with me? I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted! A wonderful house on acres and acres of woods and privacy, no one to bother us…except maybe my siblings on occasion but they’ll love you! Your parents won’t be able to control you anymore. You can wear what you want, anything you want, eat what you want, read, write, study, learn whatever you want! I’ll give you jewelry and silk sheets, a maid, the library you always talk about wanting, I can-‘

‘I just want you…’ Klaus’ eyes widened at her soft words. ‘I don’t need all that fancy stuff if I have you…don’t get me wrong, it sounds wonderful but can…can you promise me you’ll never leave me? That it will always be us for the rest of forever?’

He smirked at that, knowing instantly that the deal was sealed, Y/n is all his. ‘Forever and a day my precious girl. I love you so much, and we’re going to be so happy together.’ Y/n grinned, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling his lips to hers in a wonderful, needy kiss. ‘I’m going to make you scream in pleasure every night until you can’t remember your own name anymore, Bunny.’

She pulled back from his lips, peeking up at him with a shy look. ‘Daddy’s gonna give me babies?’

And just like that his cock was so hard he felt like a teenager again, desperately horny with an erection that won’t quit. Y/n is going to be full of him there’s no way she won’t end up carrying his child and he already has plans to speak to a witch about ensuring it. ‘Daddy’s going to fill you with babies everyday, every single day until it takes. Gonna keep you so full you won’t know what it’s like to be empty anymore…in fact, we should fill you up before we go get your things, shouldn’t we?’ Y/n squealed as Klaus lifted her, sitting her onto his lap and holding her up with one arm around her waist as he lined his cock up with her dripping hole. ‘Already soaking wet for Daddy, my needy little whore. So perfect-‘ She gasped loudly, looking down at him in desperation.

‘Not a whore Daddy! I’m not! I would never-‘

‘No, Shh, Shh, Shh. It’s okay Princess, My whore. Daddy’s whore, My girl who will do all the wonderful, depraved things Daddy wants you to. Do you understand? Not A whore, My whore. Any other cock comes anywhere near you I’ll cut it off and stick it up their ass.’ He pushed his cock up into her and she whined, still a bit sore from last night but feeling too good to care.

They ended up staying in bed for another 4 hours, Klaus filling his girl 3 more times before taking a nap together. Getting to the school and compelling the Dean was arguably too easy and they were long gone before Y/n’s parents ever came looking for her. It’s not like they would want her back with how badly Klaus had corrupted her.

Their little girl was gone.

She’s Klaus’ Little Bunny now.

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[mrs-snape5984]

“I think, I know just what you’re longing for…”

“I may be undone, but nothing seems to undo you…” (“My Thieving Heart” by Sivert Høyem feat. Marie Munroe)

Wow…I’m crawling back to the surface of tumblr, coming from hell. My last crash has been one of the worst so far…I couldn’t stand up, I couldn’t get myself something to drink, I couldn’t eat, I wasn’t even capable of thinking in a proper way. Since I couldn’t even type anymore, I had to ask my sweet friend @vulnus-sanare to help me out by sending messages to some of my friends. I didn’t mean to make anyone feel worried about me, so please forgive me for my long silence.

This beautiful artwork, which I’ve requested from my lovely friend @opalchalice, is based on a dream, which I’ve had some weeks ago. Lia, I’m sorry for the delay, but I wanted to transform my dream into a short one-shot fiction to honour your fabulous work the way, it deserves to be seen. You know, that I’m a fan of your art, my dear….but this one…damn, Lia! You overwhelmed me with this stunning piece of art! Thank you so much for your understanding of my ideas. I’m beyond grateful for our verbal exchanges and I’m proud to call you my friend. You’re so talented and kind, Lia. Please…never change!

Now…back to my dream. Since I’m struggling immensely with brain fog, due to my disease ME/CFS, I noticed that my ability to write seems to fade away. This isn’t my best work and I’m very aware of this fact…so please keep in mind, that I’ve written this under the torture of my sickness and be gentle with me.

TW: smut and a slight mention of lactation kink…well…I leave it like that. 😅

🔞 🚫mdni 🔥💦 (1012 words)

More to love

It was midnight. From afar Julia could hear the faint tintinnabulation of the church tower bells…ringing once…and her bare feet touched the cold grass beneath herself. Twice…and she felt a cold breeze caressing her blushing cheeks. Tilting her head back, Julia closed her eyes and listened to the remaining ten strikes of the clock tower. Her nightdress was billowing in the wind, sending shivers down her spine.

Suddenly Julia sensed some arms coming from behind, tightly wrapped around her waist, when she was pulled back against a tall presence. A surprised gasp left her lips, but the familiar personal scent of her husband soothed her nerves immediately. “What are you doing here alone in the middle of the night, Jules?” Even after so many years, the deep voice of Julia’s husband caused a certain weakness to her knees. Severus‘ hot breath tickled the soft spot behind her ear, leaving goosebumps all over her alabaster skin. „You‘ll catch a cold, darling,” he murmured lovingly, burying his face in Julia’s wild curls. “Mmmh…so divine…,” she heard him whispering hoarsely, his voice was dripping with desire.

Severus’ hands roamed over her tummy, clenching the satiny fabrics of her nightdress in his lustful grasp. “Severus…,” she breathed, pressing her back against his chest. “…this isn’t the right pl…,” but one of his hands silenced her resolutely, whilst his other hand passed the plunging neckline of her nightdress, massaging her voluptuous bosom with a firm grip. “Shhh…stand still and be quiet, Jules,” Severus urged her, playfully pinching her erected nipples, causing a muffled whimper from his wife.

Suddenly, Julia felt two more hands grazing over her bare legs and her eyes widened in disbelief when she perceived another man kneeling beside her, shoving her nightgown up to her waist. But this wasn’t just any man, who touched her so intimately! The silky raven hair…the adorably crooked nose…and oh, those mesmerising obsidian eyes! She didn’t understand how this was even possible, but the man on his knees was no one other than a second version of her very own husband…observing her reactions with a seductive smile on his lips.

Julia couldn’t suppress a guttural moan escaping her lips…smothered by Severus’ hand on her mouth, when bold fingertips brushed against the edge of her panties…pulling them aside in a swift move. Another groan found its way up her throat as soon as a finger dipped into her moist depths. “Gods, you’re already so wet for us, Julia,” the deep voice of her husband cut the silence of the night, a subtle hint of mockery seemed to be layered underneath the lecherous tone of his words.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs for us, Jules,” Severus murmured close to her ear, still holding her in place from behind her back. His hand released her mouth…only to be replaced by his arm, tightly wrapped around her neck. The tickling sensation of Severus’ breath on her delicate skin sent goosebumps all over her body, which didn’t stay unnoticed by him. His amused chuckle echoed through the air, only to be followed by a strict demand: “Wider, Julia! We know, you could never get enough of us…”

Severus’ commanding tone and the mysterious situation left her speechless and aroused. The wetness between her thighs glistened in the moonlight, causing a never known neediness to creep up inside herself.

“Damn…you’re dripping already,” Severus teased her from his kneeling position, before his thumb started to draw circles on her throbbing clit, causing her to moan in delight. “Just give in and enjoy the magic, Jules…,” his dark voice growled and Julia couldn’t make out, who of them said that. The confusion mixed with her growing excitement made her feel slightly light-headed. Two fingers entered her moist entrance, adding a new layer of greediness to her already tense body. While her husband held her in place, his magical likeness drove the redhead crazy with the gentle and yet determined play of his digits….fingering her deliberately slowly…teasing her clit with his thumb until she begged for more. “Oh, gosh….yes! Please, Severus….fuck me! I’m begging you,” Julia whimpered desperately, almost crying from this lustful torture.

Suddenly a third Severus joined the scene. Julia noticed how good he looked with his man bun, a cheeky strand of hair falling over his eye, just like she had seen it countless times before, when her husband was focused on brewing his potions. His voice sounded so mockingly when he approached her, pinching her hardened nipples through the silky fabrics of her nightgown. “Well, well…what do we have here?,” he groaned huskily before he licked over the delicate skin on Julia’s neck. “Damn, you’re truly insatiable, Jules…but so am I!” Ripping off her dress, Severus revealed Julia’s soft, full breasts and bit his bottom lip in anticipation. “Fuck, Jules…you know, what I want…,” he murmured under his breath before his mouth found its destination…embracing her stiffened nipple with hungry eager. “Let me be your good boy, Jules…,” Severus mumbled before he started to suckle greedily until a small trace of milk drooled from the corner of his mouth…causing her legs to tremble.

“Aah! Severus��yes…do with me whatever you want…,” she whimpered needily, closing her eyes in pleasure.

“Oh no, Jules…open your eyes, my darling,” her husband growled from behind her back. “You will watch us, sweetheart…we want you to see everything, what we’re doing with you…and you will enjoy the view until you’re coming undone.” Julia couldn’t do anything else than nodding obediently, when Severus held her in place for his companions…pressing his hard cock against her back….

Suddenly Julia woke up from her naughty dream, with a loud gasp escaping from her mouth. Blinking rapidly, she looked at her familiar surroundings, feeling the soft surface of the bedsheets beneath her bare skin. Her gaze fell on her peacefully sleeping husband on the other side of the bed. Tenderly Julia bent over to place a little kiss on Severus’ adorably crooked nose…before she slipped underneath the covers to worship him the way, he deserved to be treated…..

🖤Severus & Julia🖤

🖤Sevy & Jules🖤

[cissyenthusiast010155]

hi! was wondering if i could please request a Clarissa Dovey x reader fic? i have an idea but if there’s anything you want to change that’s completely okay! reader is constantly seeking Clarissa’s praise and Lesso calls reader out on it in front of Dovey and says reader probably has a crush on her. maybe some smut? praise kink and mommy kink? you’re one of the few people i’ve found who writes for Clarissa so i really wanted to send a request for her! that and i know whatever you write it’ll be amazing! i absolutely love Leonora too but it feels like Dovey is super soft and i’ve been craving softness and just being called someone’s sweet girl a lot recently 😅 if you don’t feel like writing this it’s totally okay! i hope you’re having an awesome day/night! ☺️

p.s. sorry this request is so long my brain tends to over explain all its thoughts 😅

Heyyy anon (: I would love to write this. I agree, some softness is needed sometimes. Thanks for the request ☺️

My Princess~Clarissa Dovey xFem Ever Librarian!Reader

Mommy…Master List

Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, fingering, praise kink, mommy kink, etc.

Medium blurb

Enjoy (;

The new semester had started. You were the new Ever librarian. Everyone had been most welcoming for the most part.

You and Anemone had become friends quite quickly.

Lady Lesso and you always had some sort of quip to throw at one another.

But Clarissa Dovey…

You didn’t know what to do with yourself about Clarissa…

She was just…

Something else entirely…

You couldn’t help yourself…

Every time she came into library, you were always as helpful as you could be.

At all Staff meetings, you welcomed the task of taking notes and asking as many questions to Clarissa as you could.

But even with all this, you were still a blubbering mess around her…

You were sitting at the staff dining table for lunch next to Anemone as always when…

“Oh my! It seems I forgot my silverware…” Clarissa exclaimed.

“Oh, I’ll go get you a pair!” you immediately quipped back.

But before you could properly get up and go grab some silverware, Leonora chuckled.

You went and got the silverware and came back, handing it to Clarissa.

“Thank you Y/N. Your always so sweet.” Clarissa thanked you.

You blushed at her words.

“Oh my god…” Leonora groaned, “Clarissa how much of an idiot are you?”

Clarissa looked at Lesso with confusion.

Leonora chuckled again, as you just stood there not knowing what to do, “Isn’t it obvious? Y/N clearly has a praise kink…”

You gulped, making direct eye contact with Leonora before quickly looking back at Clarissa. Your face had gone red.

“Uh… umm… I’m gonna go to the library…” you stuttered out, leaving the dining hall before anyone could say a single word.

You spent the rest of the day and evening in your private quarters. You didn’t know what to do… You couldn’t bear confronting Clarissa after earlier… Your anxiety couldn’t bear it…

You lost track of the hours, and you missed dinner.

Suddenly, you heard a knock on your door. Not too harsh, soft but able to be heard.

You didn’t answer it, but you also didn’t tell them not to come in.

“Y/N?”

It was Clarissa…

“Love, are you alright? You weren’t at dinner… I’m gonna come in, alright?” she caringly said through the door.

She opened the door gently and stepped inside. You didn’t meet her gaze.

Clarissa came over to your bedside, gently tugging your chin to meet her eyes.

“Look at me, love.”

You gulped and looked up.

She was wearing her nightgown…

Clarissa lightly chuckled, “My eyes are up here, princess…”

You blushed yet again, moving your eyes to meet hers.

Clarissa slowly leaned into you, “Let me know if somethings not ok, ok love?” she whispered.

You nodded.

“Words, princess. I need words.”

“Yes Ma’am” you whimpered.

Her lips then connected with yours. They were soft and delicate yet directive. You met her passion, moaning into the kiss.

“Such a good girl…” Clarissa praised you, eliciting another moan from your lips.

Clarissa broke the kiss and gently pushed you on the bed underneath her straddling you.

She began toying with your pajamas as she spoke, “So… I assume Leonora was right earlier today?”

You whimpered, “Yes Ma’am.”

She gently chuckled.

With a wave of her hand, your clothes were all on the floor…

“Please… please…” you whispered.

“What do you want, princess? Hmmm? Use your words, darling?” Clarissa hummed, while removing her own robe.

“I… just fuck me…! Please god, mommy…!” You groaned, bucking your hips to meet Clarissa’s divine body.

“Hmmm… That’s it, Darling… such a good girl for mommy…” Clarissa praised, as she began circling your clit with her fingers.

“Yes… please mommy…!” you moaned in need.

“Such a good girl…” Clarissa lavished you with praise, bringing you closer to your edge.

She then began gently thrusting her finger into your soaked pussy.

“Oh my… Is this all for mommy?” Clarissa practically moaned in delight at your wetness.

“Yes…fuck! All for you mommy…” you mewled, “please… faster…!”

Clarissa hummed in delight and picked up her pace as well as adding a second finger inside you.

You squirmed underneath her, close to your high…

“Awww… Does my good girl wanna cum?” Clarissa purred.

“Yes… please, mommy! Wanna cum…” you breathlessly begged her.

“Alright, you can cum, princess.” Clarissa hummed, “Cum for mommy, good girl…”

You’d never had an orgasm like this one before… you swore you saw stars… Your pussy clenched against her fingers as soon as she said those words… your hands scrunched around your bed, your lips releasing cries of pleasure on repeat, your head thrown back, eyes rolled back…

“That’s it, love.” Clarissa cooed as she helped you down from your high.

She kissed you again.

“You did so good for mommy. So good.”

[1800titz]

*face-fucking anon*

I didn’t have a specific couple in mind! If you want to do tiger or another one I would eat it up regardless. I mostly just love tiger’s disposition like how he is rough but sweet and not gross about it. Like lots of praise but still being nastyyyyy. But being rough more as a reward for being good rather than punishment.

And I did have one more idea like maybe he’s been fucking her throat for a long time and she can tell he might be getting close and she motions for him to pull out and begs him for it not be over so he like fingers her throat or maybe even uses a dildo until he calms down and can continue fucking her with his dick.

And also maybe when he’s pushed all the way in down her throat he holds it and like caresses her and asks her if she likes it and she nods her head as best she can but he goes “words baby” and she tries to say “yes” with her throat full and he goes “good…what do you say” and she moans and tries to say “thank you” and he calls her his good girl and says ur welcome.

And then what if one time she’s held her breath for so long and she taps for him to pull out but he knows she wanted him to like truly use her for his pleasure and to take it past her limit so he keeps fucking her and he’s like “hang on baby, be a good girl and wait a few seconds I know you can do it” and she’s truly like struggling but he holds her down and makes her take it.

And maybe every time he pulls out to give her a breath he never truly pulls all the way out, just enough for air to get in.

And can you also make it nasty like spit dripping down her face. And when they’re done he rubs it all over and down her chest and then spits on her face and rubs that in for good measure.

And she’s just constantly saying thank you bc she’s wanted this for so long. And he’s saying you’re welcome and good girl bc he really is doing this for her.

OH MY GOD I’m really ovulating right now I’m so sorry.

Obviously all these are just ideas and you can take the story wherever you want it to go!! I trust whatever you do with it I will love and hopefully other people are into this too not just me 😅😭

Also THANK YOU for writing it!! If you do write it. No pressure. But thank you in advance if you do <333

Omg totally feel you on the nastayy Tiger but ✨praise kink✨ ALSO THE. Fingers down her throat to satiate her while he builds his resolve back up… THAT IDEA DOES SOMETHING TO ME. (I think we all know how I feel about making MC talk with dick down her throat. Come on now.) And?? Making her struggle????? So absolutely yummy, will definitely be writing something for this. Thank you for sending this in!

[maladaptive-day-dreams]

WLW Hotline: IRL

Robin x fem!reader, smut 18+, 3.7k words

By popular demand here’s part twooooo (find part one here), ty for alllllll the looooooove on the original!!!! <3 pls enjoyyyyyyy (also sorry if there are typos or anything, i didn't proof it😅)

Part 1 • Part 3

CW: a lil angst before confessions before smuuuuuuuuut, Robin starts it but reader finishes, eager sub!Robin, mommy kink, oral (face-riding), masturbation, fingering, oral (regular kind lol) —obvi f recieving for the oral since its wlw—

Tags: @lightvixxen @blueeyedcami @robinsno1lesbian @qusok @dumbassbitchwithnotits @ronancelver @sarahisgay01

It’s been a week. Since that Sunday night call with Robin. She hasn’t called back.

And you haven’t tried her phone either.

“Fuck, yes, god,” Sweets moaned on the other side of the phone call. “Jesus, Honey you’re always so good at helping me finish,” he laughs.

“Always here to help, handsome,” you smile. “Talk next week, yeah?”

“Yes ma’am, talk then,” Sweets sends a kiss through the phone and hangs up.

“Alrighty Patricia! I’m off for the night,” I’ll see you Friday.”

“Oh, Y/N, just a minute!,” Patricia hollers from the hallway. She makes her way into your office before finishing her thought. “Sorry dear, there’s a girl on the line who’s been trying to call for an hour and a half but you had Bunny and then Sweets right after each other. She’s just gotten back on the line again, I told her to call in half an hour to catch you before you call it a night.”

“Patty, I’m off at 2am every night I work, you know that, should’ve told her to call again on Friday,” you whine a little before sitting back down at your seat.

“I know hun, but she was insistent!” Patty days on her way out of your office.

You take a deep breath and get comfy in your chair, putting your feet on the desk before picking up the phone. “Thanks for calling the WLW Hotline, how long of a session would you like tonight honey? Quarter, half or a full hour?”

“Hey Y/N.”

“Robin, hi,” you pull your feet from the desk and sit up straight, leaning on your elbows over the phone base.

“Hi, uh, your coworker told me to call back in half an hour, said you were on a call the last few times I tried to get through.”

“Yeah my regulars call around now,” you say, twirling the phone cord on your pointer finger. “Honestly didn’t think I’d ever really hear from you again.”

“I know you left your rents place so I didn’t know how else to get a hold of you,” Robin says, then pauses.

You wait a moment for her to keep talking, huffing and sitting back you break the silence. “What’s up Robin? I was about to head out for the night, my shift finished after my last call.”

You hear Robin suck in a breath, “sorry. Can we, uhm talk? In person? Coffee tomorrow at 11?  Blue egg cafe?”

Heart racing—from nerves or butterflies, you don’t know—“yeah, sure.”

“Ok, uh, see you then.” She hangs up.

You’re pretty sure the heart racing and nauseous feeling in the pit of your stomach is nerves for what Robin is going to say, not butterflies at the thought of seeing her and talking to her again after so long a time. Nerves that forced you out of bed at 8 am and at Blue Egg Cafe 30 minutes before the agreed upon time. 

Snagging a table outside in the cool fall air of September, you sip at your coffee. You picked a table just far enough away from the doors so people can’t eavesdrop and just close enough to where you parked that you can escape quickly if things go downhill.

You didn’t know wether to wave or just nod your head in acknowledgement when Robin showed up, just on time. Passing by the coffee shop and headed straight towards you. 

She skipped the coffee part of the coffee meeting and sat right down in the seat across from you. “You knew it was me, but you didn’t say anything?”

“Wow, ok hi, good morning to you to,” you scoff. “I did my job Rob. I help people finish when they can’t, you were a call so I was doing my job. Would you have stayed on the line if I told you it was me?”

“Good morning,” she whispers. “You could’ve transferred me to someone else.”

“Just getting right into the interrogation huh,” you laugh half-heartedly, desperately wishing to leave already. “No catching up no ‘how have you been, hows the new place? The new job?’ And, no actually I couldn’t. I’m the only worker for WLW side. It took me a month of bothering my boss daily to even think of opening my line and giving me a position. And even with that he only gives me three nights of work. So no, I couldn’t transfer you. I was your only option.”

You sip on your now cold coffee.

She looks away from you as she says, “I deserved to know.”

It’s the first time she’s hidden herself from you since she sat down. Seven minutes of pure frustration seeped questioning.

“You don’t think I realize that now? It was just supposed to be another anonymous call. Another one-and-done I’d never hear from you again and we could go back to head nods when we passed on the street. I didn’t think it mattered, until you said my name.”

“I-uh.”

“Y’know what,” you say, cutting her off. “Fuck it I’m gonna say it.”

Robin looks like she’s gonna say something to stop you.

“No let me say this so if things aren’t reciprocated I can go back to trying to forget about you,” you take a deep breath before starting again. “Robin I’ve liked you since the day I met you.”

She lifts her eyes to meet yours at your confession, but you look down. 

“Yeah I know pathetic. A two year long pining session. I had a crush on you the first time I met you at the mall with Steve and Dustin. And I thought maybe just maybe this would be it. This would be the feelings, the woman, that stays. And then you asked Vickie out. And I had to look happy for you even thought I had two tickets to Eddie’s big show in my pocket that day and was about to ask you to go with me as a date. I had to look happy because you were finally going out with the girl you crushed on through all of high school.”

“But you went to that concert with Steve?”

You laugh, “Yeah after I sobbed to him about how stupid I was to listen to him and Eddie and make a move.”

“Wha-I,” she looked at you with something in her eyes, but you couldn’t tell what.

“Please don’t pity me if that’s what you’re about to do,” you interrupt her with a laugh. “I’ve done enough of that for myself these last two years.”

Rob looks into her empty hands that sit on the table. You pause, searching her downturned face for any sort of familiarity or reciprocation.

“Can I ask one thing before I leave so we don’t have to see each other again?” you ask after a moment.

She looks up, with eyes that have the lightest of hurt laced in them

“Why did you stop talking to me? After getting with Vickie. Did I do something? Say something?”

“Uh, no. Actually that was my fault, no fault of yours at all. Um, Vickie asked me to stop being close to you because I couldn’t stop talking about how great you are and how much fun we’d had that summer,” she smiles to herself.

You don’t respond, finger tracing lightly around the rim of your empty coffee cup. You shift your chair out, ready to get up and escape but pause when Robin starts again.

“That’s also why we broke up. I was thinking of you a lot recently and let old habits slip out.”

“You-“

“Let me say something now, please,” she says looking at you.

You nod and let Robin continue.

“I know this sounds bad but, I don’t think I ever loved Vickie. Even when I said I did. I think it was just a reaction, something I thought I needed to say, she was someone I thought I needed because I’d spent so many years waiting for her. It was good, at the beginning, don’t get me wrong,” she smiles up at you. “We we’re happy, and the sex was great.”

“I don’t-“ you cringe.

“Sorry, sorry, you don’t need to hear that part,” she pauses. “But then we stopped, sorry, having sex and she stopped wanting me in that way and I stopped wanting her in that way and our personalities were too different and I was out and she wasn’t and there was so much wrong, but we stayed together,” she rambles.

“I wanted to share her with my people, to show her off, to worship her and her body like I want to worship my forever partner. But she said I was becoming ‘too much,’” Robin scoffs. “And so I backed off, tried to minimize myself to be what she wanted, and started thinking of you. And how easy it was when that summer we met. How myself I was. And I started bringing you up again. Steve told me that you moved out of your parents place like you always said you wanted to, how Eddie said you’d been to every. Single. One. Of his shows and had been the loudest one in the crowd. They said how happy you were, are, now. And I told Vickie all of it, as if she knew you, as if we were all old friends, and she got angry, said it was the last straw and left me. She asked me if I ever talked about her like I did you, when I didn’t answer, she said what I think I already knew. That I was in love, with you. That I am.”

You smile at her. Robin finds your hand on the table, holding it in hers and running her thumb in circles on the top of your hand. The two of you look at your hands together on the table, reveling in the warmth of the other. But you pull your hand away and stand up. Robin looks up at you, eyes full of love and want until you hold your hand out to her in a silent invitation.

She stands up and takes it, walking with you to your car around the corner. Once you get to your car you move to unlock your door with the keys and find Robin’s warmth at your back. She hugs you from behind, kissing the back of your neck while her hands roam your clothed stomach and drift up to your boobs. You moan as she takes them in her hands and squeezes through your shirt, grinding your ass back into her, your hands fumbling with the keys. You turn around to face Robin, desperately finding her lips with your own and catching her in a searing kiss before pushing her lightly away from you. 

She laughs and walks slowly to the passenger side of your car. You successfully unlock your door and sit down behind the wheel before leaning over and unlocking her door. She climbs in and leans into you while you put on your seatbelt, leaving hot open mouthed kisses along the right side of your neck.

“Robin,” you moan out. “It’s a ten minute drive.”

She halts her kisses up your neck and sits back to buckle up. The drive is quiet, but full of want and heat. You’re both silent as you walk up to the door of your house on the outskirts of downtown Hawkins. Patience is wearing thin as you both know what the future of tonight might bring, and as soon as you open the door and let Robin in first you follow behind, slamming the door and grabbing her wrist to turn her back towards you. You spin the two of you in a circle and push her back into the door, lips meeting hers in a hungry kiss.

She grunts as her back hits the wood, but that noise quickly turns into a wanton moan as you kiss her deeply and push a knee between her legs.

Licking the seam of her lips, she opens her mouth and your tongues caress and memorize the taste of each other. She grinds her clothing-covered pussy onto your thigh that rests at the apex of hers, and you pull back slightly noticing the line of spit that connects her lips to yours.

“Are you sure?” you ask, panting.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” Robin sighs, nudging your nose with her own, her lips hovering yours.

You smile into a brief peck to her lips and take her hand in yours. The two of you are laughing and falling over one another in your attempt to lead Robin to your bedroom. As soon as you enter your room, Robin pushes you to sit on the edge of your bed and straddles you. Your hands find a home on her hips as you look up at her.

“I think I’ve loved you since that movie night at Eddie’s a month after you moved to town,” Robin says, hands resting on each side of your neck as she looks down at you from her seat in your lap.

“Really?” you laugh, running your hands around her back and pushing up her shirt slightly so you could put hands to skin. “What about that night?”

“You brought everyone’s favorite snack and drink without us asking and with only knowing us all for two weeks,” she smiles, thumbs lightly tracing over your cheeks.

“You remember that?”

She nods her head, “the amount of care and love you had for people you’d just met was beautiful. You were beautiful,” she pauses to kiss you lightly. “You are beautiful.”

She captures your lips in another kiss and you pull her closer to you, hands on the skin of her back. She grinds down on you as you continue to swallow moans between kisses before pausing to pull her shirt the rest of the way off from where you’d begun to bunch it below her bra strap.You look at her, eyes asking silent permission, and unclasp her bra once she nods.

Her chest is bare to you, all full and open and waiting for worship which you’ll willingly give. And so you kiss from the hollow at the base of her neck to the valley between her breasts. Her head drops back and she whimpers as you leave kisses across each breasts fullness, kissing atop her pebbled nipples. When you take her right bud into your mouth she moans loudly, her hands coming to rest on the back of your head, keeping you to her as you lick and suck and nibble on her sensitive nipple. You pull back and blow cold air over her wet nipple, reveling in the shudder that racks her body and the goosebumps that decorate her skin before giving her left breast the same treatment. All the while, she continues to grind down into you.

She whines as you pull away from her heaving chest, looking down at you with lust before trying for your lips. You put your hands on her neck and lead her to you, meeting her lips in a sweet kiss before asking, “what do you want me to do?”

“Please, mommy,” she pleads. “Touch me.”

You smile and place a kiss to her neck before pushing her hips away and getting her to stand up. She does, standing on shaky legs, and you do as well, falling to your knees before her and dropping a kiss to each of her hips before looking to her for approval. She nods and you unbutton her jean shorts, tugging them down her long legs and slowly lifting each foot to remove the shorts, placing a sweet kiss to each ankle as you do. You trail your hands up the outside of her legs and loop your fingers into the waist of her underwear, pulling them down her legs and dropping them with her shorts on the floor at the foot of your bed.

Leaning in, you pepper hot, open-mouthed kisses up her thighs and puff warm air onto her cunt at the apex of her thighs. She moves back, pushing her pussy away from you and placing her hands on your shoulders, her mouth open in a hot, deep breath. You look up at her from your place on your knees before her and meet her eyes.

“Want my mouth or my fingers baby?” you ask.

“Mouth,” Robin responds with bated breath.

You stand and remove your own clothes, Robin staring at every new inch of exposed skin as you discard them atop the pile of hers. She watches as you climb onto the bed and lay on your back, head by the top of your bed and placing a pillow below your head.

You lean up on your elbows and beckon her to you, “c’mere baby.”

She crawls on all fours up your body, capturing your mouth in a kiss and laying her naked body on your own. Skin on skin now, you moan into each other’s mouths, hips grinding into each other. You remove yourself from the kiss and Robin whines, mouth chasing after yours. 

“Ah ah, you wanted my mouth didn’t you?”

“Mhm.”

“Words baby,” you say pushing her hair behind her ear.

“Yes, please mommy.”

“That’s my good girl. Now move up baby.”

She pauses and looks at you questioningly, so you move her yourself, grabbing her ass and pulling her cunt towards your mouth.

She grabs on to the headboard and stops  herself before her sweet pussy reaches your lips.

“Good, grab the headboard,” you smile up at her, reveling in the sight of her above you. “Now ride my mouth like you rode your hand last week.”

She doesn’t move so you smack her ass causing her hips to jump and putting her cunt just close enough for you to lick a stripe up it. She moans out with a full body shudder.

“Sit.”

And she finally follows directions, bringing her pussy to your mouth and riding your face. She pushes her cunt into you and you take the chance to suck her clit into your mouth. Robin bucks her hips and moans out your name. You let go with a pop and let Robin abuse your mouth like she did your hand, licking and sucking wherever and whenever she’ll let you. Once she finds a good pace, you flick your tongue in a circle around her hole before fucking up into her. She cries out as you do and grinds further onto your face, catching her clit on the tip of your nose.

You’re growing wetter by the second with the noises and sweet taste of her pussy, so you trail your hand down your stomach and to your own center. You flick and circle your clit as Robin rides you before slowly finger fucking yourself to the same pace that your fucking her with your tongue.

You’re watching her face contort in pleasure as you touch yourself and suck and lick at her cunt, and when she looks down she’s met with your cunt-drunk eyes eager for her to finish. She grinds her hips three more times before shuddering to a stop, pussy clenching while she’s cumming in your mouth. You remove your hand from your own cunt and hold her thighs, keeping her above you as you eagerly lap up her juices, licking up her pussy and suckling her clit through her orgasm.

Her thighs are shaking on either side of your head once she comes out of her high, and she slowly lifts one leg and moves off from above you.

She looks at you with love-drunk, fucked out eyes, her eyes coming to rest on her cum glistening on your lips and chin. Robin moves her body down, hip aligned with yours and kisses you deeply, tasting herself on your lips. You groan into her as her hand traces circles around your nipples bringing them to erect tips. She flicks and pinches them, never letting her mouth leave yours, tongue searching to taste more of herself on yours. Goosebumps raise on your skin as she trails her hand down your stomach to your mound, fingers nestling between your folds to run circles round your clit. You moan and turn your head away from her and into the pillow, and her lips attach to newly exposed skin on your neck.

“You didn’t finish,” she whispers between kisses.

She sucks and bites and leaves bruises behind her as she memorizes your neck and shoulder with her lips, and your cunt with her fingers. She runs her palm down your pussy cupping you before dipping a finger into your wet, warm hole. You clench around her finger and feel her lips trail down your chest and stomach. Opening your eyes to find her on her stomach between your thighs. She pushes another finger inside you at the same time that she licks circles around your clit with her tongue. You jolt at the wetness and your hands rush to her hair to hold her there. She moans into your pussy when you grip and pull at her hair and the vibration causes the coil that was already tight in your stomach to break and your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks. Your back arches and your thighs tighten around Robin’s head as she continues to finger fuck and lick at your cunt helping you through the orgasm that runs through you.

You don’t register when Robin removes her hand from you, or when she drops kisses along your mound, hips, stomach and breasts before laying her head atop your chest. All you remember before sleep overtakes you both are six little words said by each of you.

“I’ve loved you all this time.”

[rhazimpulsivelyposts]

“He asked who you were and I let him know ‘that I wasn’t looking and intentionally handicapping myself with my house not being done, but that my Leo handed me a sacrifice’”

“Does [my Leo] know about your ex stuff?”

“You are never going to believe this 🤣😅 he was once a sacrifice! 6 years ago…”

“Oh yeah, then I’m sure he’s really upset if he is remembering where he started and hearing that word being used for someone else”

Oof. In 2017 a friend of my Leo’s reached out to me first, and we dated for a few months but we were not compatible. Rich Boi Pisces. Rich Boi Pisces watched too much porn, and wouldn’t fck me enough. So I was going to leave him, but leaving him was hard because I really liked him for some reason. My Leo offered me a sacrifice, for my enjoyment. He worked at Jimboys and she used to go to highschool with him, and he was fun back then.

In 2018 I told my Gemini Male friend “I bet the guy from Jimboys would fck me!” So I walked my ass in there and went “do you have a Snapchat” very aggressively . I proceeded to use this Guy From Jimboys Sagittarius for sex, cuddles, and fun dates until one day , he called me his girlfriend in passing…to his mother? .. for the second time?

“We didn’t have that conversation?”

“Oh sorry, I guess I kinda just assumed because we have been spending so much time together…we can have that conversation now? Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“I mean sure, I’m not seeing anyone else right now…”

And thus started a 6 year off and on again relationship with my Sagittarius. He was a sacrifice, offered to me by my Leo. She has an eye for these things. She offerers me men who she knows needs someone back. My Sagittarius used to be fun in highschool I guess, but now she only ever sees him at Jimboys and he’s quiet. He needs a Rhaz to shake up his life a little bit. And boy did I 😅

Capricorn puppy needed a Rhaz to shake up his life a little bit. He didn’t used to be cute, he worked up to it. He’s late to sex because he didn’t used to be cute. No confidence meant no btches meant no sex. His female best friend just got a boyfriend who made her drop him as a best friend. He was in need of some female attention and I was in need of a distraction. Thus I was offered this new Sacrifice. I don’t plan on starting a relationship that lasts 6 years with this boy 8 years younger than me, but I can see how it can be triggering for my Sagittarius who is 3 years older than me.

I used to like older men because I thought they had their shit together. No they don’t. Men having their shit together has nothing to do with age. This sounds shitty but it has to do with money and a support system, and drive. If a man doesn’t have the drive to always be moving forward or up, he will probably never have his shit together.

I used to have a pretty big lolli fetish because I wanted to feel like “smol pampered gurl” , men shattered that kink for me because I have always been more masculine than my male partners. I work more masculine jobs, I have masculine mannerisms, I ride a motorcycle, and i have hyper independence from having to raise myself . You know who finally made me feel like “smol gurl”? A 20 year old who picked me up and carried me across the room to a couch to fck the living daylights out of me. A 20 year old who gave me verbal instructions during sexy time and who spanked me so hard there is still remnants of bruises on my ass 5 days later. Age is not the factor i used to think it was. Men don’t really ever change mentally as they change do they? If anything they get more tame. I don’t want tame. I don’t want comfortable. 

“You never miss a beat you know that?” “You are so beautiful just know that” “what ever day gives me more time to be you you 🥰” “you like to be carried? I’ll carry you more”

I would of never stopped worshiping my Sagittarius if he would of never let himself get too comfortable and gain weight. It sounds shallow but I have time blindness, I don’t get bored of people or how they look with time, they change and I start to forget why I fell for them. Now I am the one who gets to feel worshiped. And for a btch with a praise kink, boy does it feel good to hear this puppy complement me and fawn over me. I want to be desired and I want to desire someone . That’s the connection I want. I’m not a wife, I’m not going to stick around through thick and thin, hot and ugly. I am selfish and self serving, I know it doesn’t seem like I am self service when I am pampering my partners with everything I can do for them, but I am , I pamper them so they feel good so they make me feel good. If you stop making me feel good, why should I continue to make you feel good? If you don’t physically pleasure me…our relationship will die. I need touch. I NEED touch. I didn’t have touch growing up from family so now touch is so intimate for me. Touch and Eye Contact fucking melts my entire being. Touch makes me so wet I soak through layers of clothing. I needed to leave him or I would of cheated on him. I did the right thing, and I even waited 7 months! 7 months before my Leo offered me someone to touch and pamper me. That counts for nothing of course in matters of the heart I suppose. I hate emotions, emotions cause so many problems.

[forays-into-fiction]

There Will Be No Tenderness

Eddie catches you flirting with someone else... or at least that’s what he thinks. You let him take out his aggression on you, reminding you just who you belong to.

Request fill for Anon, hope you enjoy... sorry I went a little off prompt and flipped it around, but there is another hatefucking/reader flirting with someone else in the works so there’s also that to look forward to I guess 🤷🏽‍♀️😅

Minors DNI

Contains: Dom!Eddie/Sub!Reader, Hate Fucking/Angry Sex, Dirty Talk, Oral (Male Receiving), Degradation/Name-calling (Slut, Whore), Petnames (Sweetheart, Babe, Baby), Slight Praise Kink, Unprotected Sex, Ownership Kink, Semi-Public Sex/Van Sex, Insecure!Eddie, Hints of Domesticity

Andy Whitmore had been assigned as your partner for a project in your history class last period, you were chatting with him on the way to your locker. He’d surprised you, he actually made some good points about the project, not what you’d expected from the airhead jock. 

You stop in front of your locker stowing away your books and collecting what you needed for the next period, “… yeah, that’s a good idea, we can do some more research on that. When are you free next maybe we can meet at the library to work on it?” You turn to face him as you speak.

He leans against the lockers, one hand tousling his hair, “I can make time for it whenever you’d like.”

“Ok, well how about I give you my number and we talk about it some more?”

“Sure, sounds great.”

As you’re scribbling down your number someone bumps into you continuing on their way without even a glance back. You look up and see that it was Eddie, your face scrunches in confusion, you call out to him but he doesn’t respond, “Eddie? Hey, Eddie!”

He ignores you, you know it’s him, there’s no mistaking that hair and you can see his Dio back patch as he stomps away. You’re broken out of your stupor by Andy clearing his throat, “So, um your number?”

You look back at him, then down at the scrap of paper in your hand, “Right, sorry here you go.”

You hand him the slip off paper and he grins at you, just before you can turn to leave, he gets your attention again, “Hey, why’d you always hang out with that freak anyway?”

He jerks his head over his shoulder indicating to Eddie who’d just passed by and rounded a corner. You bristle at his question, “Well, for one do not call him that, and two he’s my boyfriend so, yeah I hang out with Eddie.”

Andy pales and stutters out, “O-o-oh… s-sorry, didn’t… didn’t even know you had a boyfriend… sorry.”

“Yeah, whatever. Just make sure you let me know when you can work on the project. See you ‘round, Whitmore.” You snap back.

“Yeah, see ya.” He calls out to your retreating form.

You don’t see Eddie again until the end of the day, he was giving you a lift home as usual so you were waiting for him by his van.

He doesn’t even say hello when he gets there or give you a little kiss like he usually would… something’s definitely wrong.

“Get in!” He growls angrily unlocking the van, standing beside you. Normally he’d extend a hand help you in, open your door, but not today.

“Eds what’s wrong?” Concern laces your voice.

“I said get in.” He hisses through clenched teeth.

“No. Not until you tell me what’s wrong.” You insist firmly.

He slams his palm against the van, startling you, “You wanna know what’s wrong? Fine I saw you, ok. Saw you flirting with him.”

“What are you talking about, I didn’t-”

“Don’t fucking play dumb with me, I saw you y/n. You and Mr. Popular Jock Stereotype in the hall by your locker.”

“You mean Andy? I wasn’t flirting with him-”

“I. Said. Don’t. Play. Dumb.” He grinds his teeth audibly.

“I’m not. I wasn’t flirting, I swear.”

“Oh, yeah then what the fuck was that then?”

“We were assigned a project together, we were just figuring out when we could work on it.”

“Yeah, well he was definitely flirting with you.”

You place a hand on his arm but he shrugs it off moodily.

“Eddie.” you implore him, “It was nothing, we’re just working on a project together. What can I do to make you feel better about this?”

“Well, you can start by telling ‘Andy’ to fuck off.” He snaps back bitterly.

“Eddie, you know I can’t do that. Look how about we go back to your place, we can do anything you want… take your mind off things and as soon as this project is done I’m never talking to him again anyway. It’s not like I ever talked to him before, don’t even like the guy for Christ’s sake.”

He grumbles for a moment before giving in, “Anything I want, huh?”

“Yes, anything you want.” You agree.

There’s a glint in his eye of something unrecognisable as he speaks, his tone deepening, “What if I want to fuck you ‘til you forget everything else, just you and me… show you who you belong to?”

“Holy shit, Eddie… I… yeah. Yes, you can do that.” You gasp.

“Really? ‘Cause I won’t hold back, there won’t be any tenderness tonight… are you sure you’re ok with that?”

“I-if it helps you with this then yes… I’d do anything for you anyway, Eddie.”

He looks taken aback at your admission, “You would?”

“Of course I would.” You reach out for him again, this time he doesn’t shrug you off.

“Alright, now will you please get in the van?” His voice shifts to a pleading tone.

You nod and kiss his cheek before you do so, he moves over to the drivers’ side as you get in.

There’s a tension in the air as he makes his way back to his trailer, neither of you speak, only the sound of one of his cassettes fills the van.

When you get there, you don’t bother waiting for him to open your door, you hop out and make your way to the front door.

He joins you on the front porch opening the door allowing you to pass through first.

He’s on you in seconds, you barely even get a second to breathe before he’s shoving his tongue down your throat. You stumble back and he guides you in the direction of his bedroom forcefully. The back of your knees hit the edge of his bed and he grabs both your arms pulling them up over your head until you fall back against the mattress. 

He traps your wrists together in one of his hands dipping in to bite and suck on your neck. “I am going to have you screaming my name ‘til it’s the only thing you know. Make you nothing but a dumb fucked-out little slut. That’s what you are isn’t it? Just a dirty little slut.”

You whimper in response, your eyes fluttering closed as he begins to paw at your breast with his free hand. When you don’t answer he pinches at your nipple painfully and your eyes snap open, “Answer me, y/n. You’re nothing but a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”

You nod, “Y-yes… I’m your dirty little slut.”

“Oh, that’s right you’re mine and don’t you forget it.” He growls with a self-satisfied little smirk.

Without any warning he grips the collar of your shirt and pulls tearing the fabric apart, the buttons snap and rip off flying all over the place. Your breathing quickens as he slips his hand between your shirt that falls open at your chest, sneaking up underneath your bra.

“What’s his name?”

You look to him in confusion, “Huh? Are you talking about Andy?”

He growls, pinching you again, “What’s his name?”

“W-Whitmore?” You’re still not quite getting it.

He pinches harder still, “What’s. His. Name.”

It finally sinks in, “No one… there’s no one but you Eddie. Just you.”

He hums, “That’s right just me. Just me and you and no one else. You were a naughty little slut, weren’t you? I’m going to have to punish you for that. Remind you who you really belong to.”

“I-I’m sorry Eddie, I’ll be good. I’ll be good for you.” You whine.

“That’s it sweetheart, yes you will be my good little slut.”

He pushes up so he’s no longer leaning into you, resting on his knees, still gripping your wrists tightly. He drags you by your arms, spinning you around so your head hangs over the edge of the bed.

“Now, you’re gonna suck my dick nice and good for me.”

He stands unzipping his pants rolling them down his legs along with his boxers, his cock bobs between his legs red and angry looking. He strokes over it a few times spreading his pre-cum along his length as it bubbles up. 

He positions himself and taps the head over your lips until your mouth drops open, you’ve never sucked him off from this angle before. The way your head hangs over the edge of the bed opens your throat in one straight line, perfect for him to fuck into.

He slides in the tip of his dick slowly and you close your mouth around it humming slightly as he goes deeper and deeper before pulling back. He does this a few times, his hands move back to your chest groping you roughly as he thrusts into your mouth. You breathe harshly through your nose as you take him into your drooling mouth over and over. 

You reach back and grip at his legs, but you have little control in this position. Saliva spills out of the corners of your lips mixed with his pre-cum, dribbling down the sides of your face and into your hair. When his thighs begin to tense beneath your hands he pulls out, leaving you gasping.

Just as you regain control of your breathing, he’s spinning you around again stripping off your ruined top, yanking your pants down your legs. He unclasps your bra ducking his head down to bite on your tits, growling, “Mine.”

You grip at his arm, squeezing it and moaning in response.

He moves down to your panties, eyes flicking back up to yours, he taunts you, “Look at you my little slut, you’ve soaked through your panties. Tell me, what’s got you this wet, sweetheart?”

“You, Eddie. It’s you.”

He hooks a finger into the waistband of your panties, dragging them down with a smirk, “That’s fucking right, me. I did this to you.”

He rips off your panties, tossing them aside and leans back in licking a broad stripe over your sticky folds with the flat of his tongue. You let out a drawn-out moan, “F-fuuuck… Eddie.”

“So, fucking wet for me… is that what sucking on my dick does to you or is it just ‘cause I’m being mean to you tonight. You getting off on it? You a masochistic little whore?”

“Holy shit Eddie, please.” You wail, wriggling your hips desperately.

“Whatta ya begging for sweetheart?”

“You! Need you Eddie… please, fuck me.”

He’s stripping off his own clothing before you can even blink, coming back to hover over you, gripping his cock and lining it up with your entrance. He rubs the head of his cock over you, smearing his pre-cum into you, mingling with your own wetness before pushing into you.

He barely gives you any time to adjust before plunging all the way into your wet heat and thrusting away setting his own pace. You welcome him in with a strained moan, clawing at his back, his hair hangs in his face and he sweeps it aside biting at his lips.

“Yeah, look at how you’re taking me. Taking all of my fat fucking cock like a good slut.”

You spread your legs wider and he sinks in deeper, he grabs your hips dragging you down to meet his thrusts. His balls slap against you, you whimper and moan along with his animalistic grunts and growls.

“That’s it you’re mine, gonna fuck you full of my cum so you remember that.”

“Eddie… yes, oh god please cum inside me.”

He let’s out a guttural moan, “Yes, say my name tell me who this pussy belongs to.”

“You, Eddie… it belongs to you.”

“Shit, that’s fucking right.”

You can feel yourself tightening around him, a tension coiling in your belly, “Fuck… I’m gonna… ‘m gonna cum…”

“Not yet.” He chides, “First you need to scream my name, want that to be the only words I hear from you.”

Despite himself he brings a hand to your clit rubbing over it in tight, little circles.

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.” You chant his name over and over.

“Yes, fuck that’s it. Who do you belong to? Scream it for me.”

“You, Eddie! I belong to you.” You’re right on the edge, barely holding off when he gives the instruction.

“Ok, you can cum now. Cum on my dick, show me who owns you.”

“Oh god… Eddie!” You wail as you reach your climax, gripping his cock tight with your slick channel as he fucks you through your orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you as you gaze up at him, all sweaty, hair dangling in his face, his mouth dropping open.

He grunts above you, hips still pistoning away, chasing his own release, “Shit, gonna cum… and you’re gonna take it all aren’t you… fuck…”

He spasms within you, releasing a torrent of thick, warm cum deep inside you. He collapses on top of you pressing his sweaty body into you, still thrusting lazily until there’s a milky, white ring of cum around the base of his cock smearing into his pubic hair. It spreads all over you too and when he pulls out it continues to dribble out of you, between your ass and onto his bed.

His gaze drops to your messy cunt and he reaches out, pushing his cum back into you with two fingers, “That’ll remind you who you belong to won’t it. Keep you full of my cum so you never forget.”

Your walls quiver around his fingers and he looks back up at you chuckling darkly, “Awww, you gonna cum again? Is that what you want? Wanna cum while I’m stuffing mine back into you, huh?”

“Please, Eddie.”

He has you gasping and panting under his touch, he drags his fingers over your spongy walls just so, his thumb moving to press into your clit firmly in tight circles, “That’s it be a good slut for me, cum again.”

You groan throwing a hand over your face as you clamp down on his digits, pulsing rhythmically and gushing all over them.

He withdraws his fingers and sucks them into his mouth, licking up your combined releases.

He rolls over and flops down beside you, you inch closer laying your head over his chest and wrapping an arm around him you let out a sigh.

He drapes an arm over you and traces random patterns over your back.

You look up at him and he scoots back moving to sit up resting against the wall behind the bed. He pulls you up with him and strokes over the back of your head. Then everything he’d done seems to catch up with him and guilt floods his senses.

“I-I’m sorry about your shirt, I’ll… I’ll sew the buttons back on for you… soon as I find ‘em all.” He looks away shamefully.

You grasp his chin, turning his head to face you, “Hey, it’s ok. Are you feeling better now?”

“Promise… promise me you won’t leave me?” His voice wavers.

“Oh, Eddie. Where is this coming from?”

“Just, please promise me? People leave. People always leave me.” His voice is shaky, tears well in his eyes.

You reach out and take his hand in your own, before stating firmly, “Eddie, I will never leave you. Never. I promise you that.”

You stare at him intensely for a beat before capturing his lips in a heated kiss, his tears flow freely and you can taste them as they roll down his face.

“I really thought I was going to lose you. I got so scared. I’m sorry I lashed out at you.”

“If you ever feel like that again, please just talk to me, ok? That’s not to say I didn’t like what we did just now… actually I um I was kind of really into it, but I don’t want you feeling like I would ever leave you or intentionally do something to hurt you.”

He takes a unsteady breath, “Yeah, I uh… you liked it?”

You giggle at him, “Holy shit did I, Eddie. That was great, we can do that stuff any time you want… I mean, if you want.”

“Yeah… I think I’d like that, maybe when I’m a little less emotional though.”

“Sure thing, so feeling better?”

He nods and hums in response, “Mhmmm yeah, I think so… I think that helped, thank you.”

“It’s ok, babe.”

He grabs onto your face and looks deep into your eyes, stressing his words, “No, really, thank you.” His hands drop and he looks away, “After the way I acted… I didn’t… I don’t deserve you.”

“Eddie, stop that. I couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend. You are an amazing guy, honestly.”

“Even after today? The things I said. The way I treated you.”

You run your hand over his curls, sweeping them away from his face, “Yes, even after today. I get it Eddie, really, I do. Plus, you’re hot when you get all possessive…” you try to mimic his deep growl, “…mine. That was very sexy.”

He laughs, “Oh you liked that did you?” He nods to himself as he continues, “Yeah you did, didn’t you? It had you fucking drenched, didn’t it?”

You give him a little shove, “Hey, don’t tease me!”

“Aww sweetheart I’m not. It’s good, I like that I can get you like that… all hot and bothered for me. Real ego boost that is.”

“Shut up…” you can’t help the little grin breaking out over your face, “I love you, you know…”

“I love you too.”

You pull him in for a kiss before pulling back with a sigh, “Alright c’mon, we should clean up, we’re both covered in cum and sweat.”

“Ugh fine.” He huffs back.

He stands and lifts you off the bed, carrying you the short distance to the bathroom and you giggle, “What happened to Mr ‘There Will Be No Tenderness’? Or are you just trying to show off how strong you are… because I know, boy do I know.”

“Ok, maybe there will be some tenderness… you know me, I’m just a big softie deep down.” He jokes.

Turning the knobs on the shower, he sets you down by the tub and flexes in a mock pose, “But I am also very strong… your big, strong man.”

You squeeze his bicep pulling a surprised face in jest, “Oh yes, my big, strong man.”

You giggle as he pulls you into his arms, “Good, I’m glad we sorted that out. Now in you go.”

He guides you into the tub under the warm spray of the water and follows along behind you.

You both help each other wash off, massaging each other soothingly. It’s a moment that is full of tenderness, a complete contrast to the earlier events of your evening.

Eddie loans you one of his shirts and tells you to leave yours with him promising once again that he’d fix it.

“So, you want me to take you home or do you wanna spend the night?” Hope tinges his voice.

You groan in response, “Ugh I would love to spend the night. Really, I would, but I should go home. Make sure I’m ready for tomorrow. Also don’t wanna have to deal with calling my parents to let them know.”

“Alright, hey that’s fine. Some other time maybe.”

“Oh, absolutely. Going to take a rain-check.” You lean in to kiss his cheek.

He grins, “Good. You wanna stop for dinner along the way… it’s the least I could do.”

“Yeah, how ‘bout Benny’s?” You suggest.

Eddie helps you into his van, you hum contentedly, belly full and completely satiated. As he drives Eddie reaches out, hand drifting from the wheel searching for yours, you take a hold of it. The drive to your house is filled with a comfortable silence from the two of you, worlds apart from where you’d started.

He walks you to your front door, you linger on the front porch. He’s the first to speak, his hand creeping under his curls to rub at the back of his neck, “So, do you want me to give you a lift to school tomorrow?”

“You think you’ll make it here on time?” You counter with a grin.

“I mean… I’d try.”

“I know you would… you know what yeah, if it’s not too much trouble I’d like that. Who cares if I’m a little late to homeroom?”

He breaks out into a broad grin, “I will try you know.”

“If you get here a little bit earlier, I’ll even have some breakfast for you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, little extra incentive for you.”

“Aww you spoil me sweetheart.”

You giggle and pull him in for a kiss, “Go now and get some sleep, alright? Goodnight.”

You give him a wave as you slip inside, he calls back “Goodnight!”

 Your mum is in the kitchen clearing up the remnants of dinner, she calls out to you as you pass, “Oh, there was a message for you on the phone. Some boy named Andy, he said something about going to the library after school tomorrow to work on a project.”

You decide to just talk to him tomorrow at school, “Thanks mum, I’m just gonna head up to bed, night.”

“Goodnight, love.”

The next morning Eddie arrives much earlier than you would’ve expected, you’re in the middle of styling your hair when you answer the door.

“Eddie! Come in, I’ll just be a minute and then we can eat.”

He trails after you all the way to the bathroom, sitting down on the closed toilet lid to watch as you continue with your hair.

“So, you made it. Extra early even.” He bounds along after you as you make your way to the kitchen.

“Well, I got Wayne to wake me up when he got home.” He answers bouncing from foot to foot while you pull together some food.

You gasp “Eddie! Are you telling me you’ve been up since four am?! How do you have so much energy right now?!”

“Might have something to do with the entire pot of coffee I downed.”

You laugh, “Eddie, you didn’t have to do this, you know. I’m fine walking to school.”

He pouts back, “I know but I wanted to, wish I coulda woken up next to you. I’m feeling a little extra needy, ‘cause of… you know.”

“Oh, baby c’mere let me love on you.” You stretch out your arms and he throws himself at you, you stumble back a bit with the force.

You giggle, wrapping your arms around him, peppering his face with soft kisses and he giggles along with you.

“Ok, c’mon let’s eat, don’t want your early start to be for nothing.”

Reluctantly he lets you pull away and you direct him to take a seat, following along with the breakfast. He scoffs down his food grinning at you all the while.

When you get to school you track down Andy between classes, “Hey, Whitmore!”

He spins around at the sound of his name, “Hey, you get my message?”

“Yeah, that’s what I wanted to talk about. I’m free today after school we can head to the library then, cool?”

“Yeah, that works. I’ll meet you there?”

“Sure. See you then.” You wave him off and continue to your next class.

In your first break of the day, you pull Eddie aside to talk, “Hey, I won’t need a lift after school today. I’m going to the library with Andy to work on our project.”

“Oh… yeah, ok.” He appears dejected at this so you continue.

“I was thinking though… if you want to sneak away to your van for a quickie at lunch, we can. Give you something better to think about. You can cum inside me and then I’ll spend the rest of the day with it inside me… just imagine that, I’ll be sitting across from him with a bit of you just dribbling out of me.”

He inhales sharply, looking at you wide-eyed, “Are you fucking with me right now? Is this because of what I said last night? Please don’t tease me.”

“Eddie, I’m not fucking with you… yeah, it’s a little inspired by what you said last night, but it’s what I want too. Claim me, let me feel you with every step I take.”

“Shit. Jesus fucking Christ we have to do that.” He groans.

You lean in and whisper in his ear, “Yeah? You gonna remind me what a slut I am? That I’m your slut.”

He lets out a strangled gasp, “Sweetheart, you better stop that or we won’t make it ‘til lunch.”

“Lunch can’t come soon enough. I’ll meet you at your van, yeah?”

“Yes, please.”

“Alright, well for now let’s go join your friends.” You smirk at him.

“Christ how the fuck am I supposed to make it through the rest of the day now?” He whines adjusting himself in his jeans.

You spend the next few classes squirming in your seat, squeezing your legs together, nothing can staunch the flow of your arousal. You can’t get him out of your mind, all the things you want him to do to you, all the things he said and did last night, the way he growled the word ‘mine’ as he fucked you and bit you and sucked you.

You’re out of your seat almost a split second before the bell even rings. You push past people heading in the opposite direction as they make their way towards the cafeteria. You beeline straight for his van, grateful for the fact that you’d worn a skirt today, it’d make this much easier.

“Hey, there sweetheart.” Comes the low drawl from behind you.

You spin around to face him, “Hello, handsome.”

He swoops in for a kiss, pushing you back against his van.

He moves to trail kisses down your neck, speaking into your skin, “So, I seem to remember you offering to let me fuck you and stuff you full of my cum again. Was last night not enough for my pretty little slut?”

He bites on your neck and you groan, “Fuck Eddie, you’re really just getting right into it, huh?”

He leans back, eyes searching your own as he asks a little uncertainly, “That’s ok, right? This is how you wanted it, isn’t it?”

You pull him back to your lips kissing him softly, “More than ok, baby. Just… let’s get in the van and you can really let loose.”

He’s fumbling with his keys as soon as the words leave your lips, wrenching open the doors to the back of the van. You slip past him crawling into the van and he follows after you, pulling the doors closed behind him. He strips off his jacket and vest, laying them out on the floor, he gestures to it with a sweeping hand indicating for you to take your place on top of them.

You lay back on the little pile he’s created, he moves in to hover over you, you look up at him, “You know maybe we can put a mattress back here or something for next time.”

“Next time! We haven’t even started yet and you’re thinking about next time!” He gasps incredulously.

You giggle, “Alright, shut up and fuck me Munson… show me who I belong to.”

He shakes his head, “And I thought I was needy.”

You gasp as he pulls you in closer by your hips, you brace yourself with your arms extended behind you. He slips his hands under your skirt tugging on the waistband of your panties, teasing as he pulls them down over your legs, “What if I didn’t give these back? What if I made you walk around for the rest of the day with no panties on? My cum dribbling down your legs for the fucking world to see… everyone would know what a slut you are.”

You whimper, “Holy shit Eddie.”

He works his fingers back under your skirt swiping them over your folds, collecting your wetness, he groans, “Already, so fucking drenched.”

“Please… need you.” You reach out pawing at his belt. He chuckles batting your hands away and undoing his belt and jeans himself.

He palms at the bulge in his boxers for emphasis, “Is this what you’re after, sweetheart? Need my big, fat cock to split you open?”

“Please, please, please give it to me.” You whine pathetically.

“So, pretty when you beg for me… my desperate little whore.”

He yanks down his boxers eagerly and his pink-tipped cock springs forth. He flips up the hem of your skirt, then grips his shaft to guide it between your thighs. He taps the head of his cock against your clit and you moan at the sensation. 

Slowly he drags the tip down to your dripping hole, easing inside of you. He sinks in balls deep, gazing down at you, he hums “Fuck you take me so well, so fucking good for me.”

He hooks his hands beneath your knees pushing them up, spreading you wide open as he begins to thrust. You pant, losing yourself to his ministrations as his hand drops to circle your clit, “Oh god… fuck, Eddie… ohhh… just like that.”

“Yeah, you like that? You gonna cum on my cock like a good little slut?”

You moan and clench around him at his words. He forces your knees up to your chest, leaning in and pressing himself against you, sinking even deeper into your quivering channel.

“Oh, fuck you feel so good baby… so so good. You really wanna walk around all day with my cum inside you?”

“Yes… shit, yes Eddie more than anything… please cum inside me.”

“You really are a dirty fucking slut, aren’t you?”

“Just for you Eddie, only like this for you.” You pant.

“Jesus Christ I’m gonna cum… I- fuck y/n ‘m gonna cum…”

He leans in closer nipping at your neck, he growls, as his cock spasms within you, releasing rope after rope of thick, warm cum, “Mine.”

Your breath hitches with a high, strung-out moan as you tip over the edge, cunt gripping him tightly, milking the last of his release. You tremble with the aftershocks of your orgasm and he breathes heavily into your neck, resting there for a moment.

He moves quickly once he pulls out, dragging your panties back over your legs. Your combined fluids dribble out of you, seeping into the fabric between your legs. He tucks himself away not bothering to clean up in any way, dirtying his own underwear in the process. 

You raise a hand to the side of his face and admire his features before extending your lips to his kissing him deeply drawing him back against you with all of his weight. He responds in kind, before pulling away abruptly, “Oh, shit sorry, I was crushing you.”

You pull him back in with a grin, “It’s ok, I like it when you do that. Like when you just… press your whole body against me. You do that quite a bit you know… I don’t think you even realise it when you do, most of the time.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I love it.”

He grins back at you, “Oh… um noted. So, was that… good? Was that good for you?”

“Perfect, Eddie. Absolutely perfect, thank you.”

He laughs, “You’re fucking thanking me… Jesus H Christ sweetheart, I can’t believe you’d let me do this, let alone that you’d want me to.”

“Believe it stud, and we really should look into getting a mattress back here, even just one of those blow-up ones.”

He groans deep in the back of his throat hanging his head, he goes to speak but is cut off by the sound of the bell ringing.

You sigh, “Shit, we better get to class.”

“Ugh do we have to? It’s not like I’ll be able to focus on anything after that… hell I already couldn’t focus after you asked me for…that.” He whines, pouting at you.

You giggle at his response, “Yes, we have to. C’mon let me up. Won’t it be that much more fun to imagine me walking around out there stuffed full of your cum when you know it’s actually happening?”

He rolls off of you dramatically tossing his head to the side pressing the back of his hand to his forehead, “This is it… this is how I die. You are evil, torturing me like this… go, just go.”

You make your way out of the van dragging him along behind you. When you get outside you brush down your outfit trying to look a little more presentable, “How do I look?”

“Like you just got fucked.” He deadpans.

You slap his arm, “Shut up.”

He runs his fingers over your hair, sweeping stray locks away from your face. Standing back he assesses you seriously and adds, “There that’s a little better, but we can’t do much about that cum stain on your skirt.”

“What?! Where?!” You gasp looking down at yourself.

He bursts into giggles, “I’m joking. I’m joking, there’s nothing there, you look fine babe.”

You slap him again, “Oh, you ass!”

“You love me.” He gives you a smug smirk.

“I do, but come on we’re already late for class.” You grab his arm and drag him in the direction of the school.

He allows himself to be led, trailing behind you, he suggests, “Hey, I know you said you don’t need a lift after school, but maybe I could drop you off at the library… hang around ‘til you’re done, give you a lift home after?”

“I mean if you want, I don’t want to be a burden and you’re probably going to be dead tired.”

“It’s no trouble at all I swear, besides I like the library. I can pick up a couple of books too.”

“Ok, yeah. I’ll meet you by your van again.” You wave as you part ways entering the school.

“I’ll see you then.” He waves back.

When Eddie pulls up in front of the library, you can see Andy standing on the front steps, leaning against a pillar and spinning a basketball around. You roll your eyes, what the fuck was the point of bringing a basketball, as if it couldn’t have just stayed in his car.

You voice your opinion to Eddie, “What an obnoxious fucking douche.”

Eddie scoffs out a little laugh in response.

“Hey!” You call out to him as you approach the steps, he lets the basketball drop from his fingers and tucks it up under his arm.

He looks up, grin faltering, “Hey… uhhh, you brought... your boyfriend?”

You nod, “Yep he’s giving me a ride today.”

Eddie stands beside you, arm draped over you, smirking at the subtle implication.

Andy nods to him stiffly, “Munson.”

“Whitmore.” Eddie does the same before turning to you and giving you a peck on the cheek, “Alright babe, let me know when you’re done. I’ll be around.” He heads into the library leaving you and Andy standing on the steps.

“So, let’s get inside and get to work then.” You offer leading the way.

You pick a few books out from the shelves with him and make your way to a table, you do your best to resist the urge to roll your eyes again as he sets the basketball down on the table.

You do your best to focus, and you do get a decent chunk of work done… but you feel Eddie’s eyes on you the whole time. You can see him out of the corner of your eye as he wanders through the shelves peeking through them at you. Eventually your thoughts stray back to his load sitting in your panties, rubbing all over your folds and your cheeks begin to heat.

“How’s this sound?” Andy looks to you for approval as he reads out his work.

You interrupt him, “Uhhh, yeah that’s fine. I think that’s enough for today. I’m really tired and I’m sure Eddie is dying to get home too. We can pick back up another time.”

“Yeah sure, whatever.” He scoffs at the mention of Eddie’s name.

You collect your belongings, mumble a half-hearted goodbye and make your way over to Eddie.

“You wanna really rub it in his face? Show him who I belong to?” You whisper teasingly.

“Uh…” He stares back at you dumbfounded.

You fist a hand into the front of his shirt, pulling him in roughly for a passionate kiss that goes a little longer than necessary. When you break apart you call back to Andy with a wave, “See you ‘round Whitmore.”

You lead a speechless Eddie out of the library over to his van, “So, did you have fun today?”

He nods eagerly, “Yes, uhh huh… gotta be one of the best days of my life.”

You giggle, “Well, be prepared for many more days like this… ‘cause I’m not going anywhere babe and you have no idea what you started yesterday.”

[jeezlouiisee]

The Storm

JJ Maybank x Routledge!Reader 

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI, body worship, dirty talk, brothers best friend trope, needy!JJ, teasing, oral(fem recieving), face riding, size kink, slight enemies to lovers, creampie, unprotected sex(wrap it up folks)

Request: from @little-lovesick-mess​ - Hey there I'd love to request some smutty smut smut 😅 for JJ Maybank please ❤️ scenario maybe like, JJ x Routledge!Reader having to prep for storm night at the chateau, waiting for the rest of the Pogues but they are stuck somewhere else. Since JJ x Routledge!Reader are alone and can not leave they finally have to face their feels.... I love a good bit of enemies to lovers.. But feel free to make it up to your likings xx ❤️😘

I made this way longer than I planned on doing, plus I ended up making it more lovey dovey. 

-------- “No! Hell no! John B, can’t you guys come back? I mean it’s not that far from the Chateau.” Y/N cried into the phone, glancing over at the stupid blonde haired boy who was grinning from the couch. She put the phone on speaker so JJ could hear what her older brother was saying. 

“I’m sorry Y/N, it took longer to get food than we thought and Kie’s parents don’t want us leaving  with the storm being so close. You’ll just have to survive without us and deal with being with JJ alone.” JJ simply chuckled, leaning back further into the couch. 

“Yeah Y/N. Just deal with JJ.” He whispered to where John B couldn’t hear him. She rolled her eyes, letting out a sigh. 

“Are you sure you want to let your baby sister be alone during a storm with your dick head of a best friend?” Y/N asked, trying to reach the overprotective side of John B. 

“Y/N.. you’re the only one who thinks JJ is a dick head. Well I mean he is a dickhead but I’m his best friend so I’m allowed to think that.” JJ rolled his eyes.

“You don’t want to be alone with him because you’re going to fuck him!” Sarah screamed through the phone speaker, Y/Ns cheeks turned bright pink. She glanced over at the boy on the couch and he acted as if he was going to throw up. So Y/N flicked him off. 

“Sarah seriously? That’s my sister. JJ if you screw her I swear to god I’ll kill you!” 

“Ew ew Ew! I’m not going to sleep with JJ okay? If anything he’ll end up dead.” 

“Look we’ll call when we’re on our way okay? It’ll be when the storm passes. Is the chateau all boarded up?” John B asked, completely ignoring her statement about killing his best friend. 

“Don’t worry John B! I got this place locked down!” 

“Good, take care of my girls. I mean it, J.” His girls. Meaning the chateau and Y/N. 

“Oh trust me, I’ll take care of ‘em.” He replied, looking straight at her when he did. 

“I hate you John B, stay safe.” Y/N exchanged goodbyes with her brother before hanging up. 

“You just stay here and I’ll go back to my room. Got it?” 

“What’s your issue with me, Y/N? I mean we’re going to be stuck here for hours so we might as well make the most of it.” JJ stood up, walking over to her, standing about a foot away. 

“I mean is what Sarah said true? Do you want to fuck me?” She scoffed at that question, her cheeks heating up a bit. 

“No I don’t!” Y/N was a terrible liar. But JJ was a manwhore, nothing was necessarily wrong with that but she didn’t go for manwhores because she didn’t like one night stands. JJ was the king of one night stands. 

“Ya know, babydoll. You’re a terrible liar.” He smirked, taking another step towards her which made her take a step back. They repeated this until Y/Ns back was pressed against the wall. 

“JJ, listen. You don’t like me like that.. alright? I mean I’m your best friend's little sister. You’ve known me since I was in the 1st grade. Maybe you think you like me because of the whole danger of it because John B would kill you but let’s be real. I annoy you and I cannot stand you.” She lied yet again, trying to brush back him but he just pushed her back against the wall. 

“You’re literally joking right?” JJ scoffed, putting a hand on her cheek. 

“Trust me, I know I like you. Besides, I also know that you like me back. Sure we bicker but it’s only because we just want to rip each other’s clothes off. Right?” He glanced down at her lips, his thumb slowly tracing over the bottom lip. Y/N couldn’t believe she was about to do this. 

She darted her tongue out to softly press against the pad of his thumb, her eyes looking up into his innocently. JJs eyes went wide, pressing against her as he slid his thumb into her mouth. 

“Oh baby doll. You just keep surprising me don't you?” She simply batted her eyelashes a few times before quickly pushing him away and storming into her bedroom. She quickly closed and locked the door, sliding down it as she breathed heavily. She was supposed to hate JJ Maybank, or at least not want to fuck him. He was her older brother's best friend. She shouldn’t want him to bend her over the couch and just have his way with her. But she did. Holy shit she did. 

“Y/N! Come on, I know you liked that. Look, we don't have to tell John B. I mean this can be a one time thing only.” That made it worse, she didn’t want to be another notch in his belt.

“If you want.” She paused, frowning. Did she hear him right? 

“What?” 

“If you want, it can be a one time thing.” He said softly against the door, she immediately stood up and unlocked the door, yanking it open. 

“If I want? Don’t you want it to be a one night stand? I mean aren’t those your thing?” JJ let out a sigh and took his baseball cap off to run his fingers through his hair. 

“It is. But with you I don’t want it to be a one time thing.” 

“What? So you want fuck buddies or something?” Y/N was completely confused as to what was happening. Did he like her? 

“Seriously Y/N? I know you’re smart. You’re Pope smart, you seriously don’t get it? I like you. Like a lot.” No. Hell no. There was no way. JJ was… well JJ. 

“As in feelings for me?” She may have been acting a bit dense but she thought he only saw her as John B's little sister. Nothing more nothing less. 

“Yes. I have feelings for you and I think you have feelings for me too.” Y/N sucked in a small breath. Did she? Have feelings for JJ? Plus did she believe he actually had feelings for her? Sure thinking back on it he always helped her in and out of the van, or opened a door for her but she thought he was just being nice. He did it with Kie and Sarah, but she didn’t notice him subtly touching them. How his hand would softly graze the small of her back when she walked past him, or how their fingers would brush when he handed her a beer. Maybe he really did like her. He even offered to teach her to surf. He never did that, especially since John B normally excluded you from surfing trips unless Kie was around. 

So okay yeah. He liked her, and maybe she liked him back. She definitely caught herself staring when he mowed the lawn outside the chateau when he was shirtless. How adorable he looked when he grinned so big that his canines poked through. She loved how incredibly loyal he was, how he could always make her laugh so hard her stomach hurt. 

“Okay… yeah. I have feelings for you too.” She finally confessed after what felt like hours to JJ. He took a few steps over to her before putting his hand back to her cheek like it had just been a few moments ago. 

“If you don’t want this. Stop me.” He mumbled as he started to lean in, his lips barely ghosting hers. 

“Stop me, Y/N.” He didn’t actually want her to stop him, but he wouldn’t force her into something she didn’t want. 

“I’m not going to stop you JJ… I want this. I want you..” She whispered against his lips before wrapping her arms around his neck and finally bringing their lips together. JJ made a noise in the back of his throat, as if kissing her was something he’d been waiting for his whole life. He walked backwards with her, one hand on the small of her back as he gently laid her down on the bed. Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling his hips against hers. He kept the kiss soft and slow, sliding his tongue into her mouth. He explored her mouth with his tongue as if he didn’t memorize the taste of her he’d combust. Y/N was definitely feeling breathless, trying to keep the same pace as the kiss but she was feeling light headed, how passionately he was treating her. 

“J, s-slow down. Y-You’re driving me crazy.” JJ pulled away from her lips to kiss down her neck chuckling against the skin. 

“Am I too much for you, baby doll? I just can't help it, been needing you for so long.” He started to kiss down her neck, one hand sliding up her shirt before quickly taking it off. He peppered kisses all over her chest, his hands ghosting against the sides of her hips. She wiggled, biting down on her lip to keep from giggling. 

“JJ, stop teasing me, I mean it.” She tried to sound stern but it definitely didn’t work, it just came out like a shaky whisper. She lifted up, taking her bralette off. JJ’s eyes went wide, immediately wrapping his mouth around one of her nipples, sucking on it gently. His hand went to massage the other breast, licking and sucking on her skin. He needed to taste her, he was desperate to touch every inch of her skin. His free hand went to slide into the waist of her sweatpants, his fingers grazing the front of her panties. 

“This is still teasing!” She whined out, her hands going to push him onto his back. He let out a groan of frustration but he let her push him anyway, he settled his hands onto her hips. Y/N quickly unbuttoned his shorts. She moved a bit, pulling his shorts down his hips, her eyes popped out of her head. Why wasn’t he wearing underwear?! Her cheeks heated up at the sight of his length, he was bigger than she expected. 

“I-I, I don’t think that will fit.. I mean I’m…” Everyone in the friend group knew she had only been with a few people, so she wasn’t too experienced. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it fit.” He quickly took his shirt off, going to pull her sweatpants off. Once they were off he yanked her panties off too. He then pulled her up over to his face, so she was riding his mouth.

“JJ!” She cried out, her fingers tangling into his hair. His lips wrapped around her clit as a finger slowly slid into her. She was already pretty slick but JJ knew he needed to prep her more. He sucked and licked on her clit, addicted to the taste of her the moment his lips found her juices. He slowly added another finger, curling them to hit the spot inside her. Which he definitely did, Y/N’s hips bucked, slowly getting closer to her high. JJ grinned against her, thrusting his fingers into her a bit faster, he could feel her starting to squeeze him even more than she already was which seemed impossible because she was already so tight. 

“Come on beautiful, cum around my fingers I know you want too, it’ll help so I can fit my big cock inside of you.” Y/N cried out at his words, pushing her over the edge as she came around his fingers. He smirked, pulling his fingers out and putting them into Y/N’s mouth. She eagerly started sucking her juices off of them, staring down into his eyes.

“Ride me. Show me how much you hate me.” He teased, winking at her. She simply blushed again and crawled down his body. She was definitely nervous but she could definitely do this. She grabbed his length, positioning herself over his length before slowly sliding down, one hand gripping his chest as she moaned softly.

“Oh, J. You’re spreading me wide open, you're so big.” She cried out, continuing until he was fully seated inside of her. JJ was groaning, his hands squeezing her hips so tightly it was bound to leave marks. Y/N looked down at him, her eyes fluttering as she started to slowly rise up and down his length, her hips rocking as she did. She rested both hands on his chest, her legs already shaking. She wasn’t used to his size.

“You’re so tight, baby doll. You’re shaking, do you need me to help you huh? Help you ride my cock so I can spread you open huh?” She nodded quickly, her hips sputtering. So JJ moved his hands to cup her ass, moving up and down his length, his hips thrusting up every time he moved her down onto him which caused him to get deep inside of her. Y/N’s eyes started to roll into the back of her head, her nails scratching down his chest. He was leaving bruises and she was leaving scratches. Their way of marking each other as theirs. 

“JJ, I’m so close!” JJ needed a better position to fully fuck her the way he wanted, so he lifted her off of him, placing her on her stomach and hovering over her. He kissed her shoulder, lifting her hips up to get a better angle and slowly sliding back into her with a groan.

“Fuck, I’m spreading you open so much more at this angle.” Y’N nodded, rocking her hips back to meet her thrusts, she tried to move her hand between her legs to get to her clit but he moved her hand away. He reached between her thighs, thrusting harder into her as he started to rub her clit at a slow torturous pace. His other hand was gripping her ass, his lips peppering all over her back. 

“So big holy shit, I’m gonna….” She cried his name out loudly as she came for the second time, her legs twitching a bit. JJ kept his lips against her back, his hips starting the flutter at the feel of her tightening around her. He gripped her hips tighter, continuing to thrust harder as he got closer. 

“Y/N where do you want it? Where do you want my cum, beautiful?” He asked with his lips against the shell of her ear. She whined, arching her back.

“In me, I’m on birth control. It's fine. I want to feel you fill me, please, J.” She begged, her words egged him on as he finished inside her. He kept kissing her back, her shoulders, his fingers in her hair. He wanted to touch her at all times. 

“That was amazing.” He mumbled against her skin, his fingers massaged her skin. Y/N nodded her head in agreement, smiling at the feeling of his hands all over her skin. Suddenly there was a crack of thunder, causing both JJ and Y/N to jump. 

“I forgot about the storm.” She laughed, leaning back to look at him. 

“Want to keep going?” He asked with a grin, she nodded as JJ pulled out of her and turned her over. 

“We’ve got time thanks to the storm.” She replied as JJ slid back into her for round two. 

[hvnnibvni]

Together Again | JJK *Spoiler*

Pairings: Jungkook/Reader

Genre: Mature themes. Romance. Angst. Arranged marriage AU. Childhood best friends to lovers AU.

Warnings: cheating, reader is a rope bunny (ALLEGEDLY), hard!dom JK, switch!reader, reader likes to be slutted out, drunken sex, unplanned pregnancy(this is in the end dw😅), cunnilingus, oral (both receiving), fighting (talk shit get hit) daddy!kink, praise!kink, dirty talk, spanking, hair pulling. Just all around nasty y’all.

Summary: After reader finds her long-term boyfriend in bed with their mutual friend. She moves back into her family home, but under one condition. She has to marry her childhood friend that has been arranged since their childhood. For a wedding gift they go to a mountainous getaway with a group of friends, reader is told that ex and mutual friend get invited, so reader and jk decide to pretend not to know each other to avoid any confusion or miscommunication.

Authors note: This, if not obvious, is my first time writing. Like call me the virgin marry of writing cuz idk what I’m doing. But we gone figure it out though. Anyways some things might change throughout the story just bear with me. This is actually a piece of the end not the whole thing. More of a drabble if you will darling, cuz idk if it’s good or not and Ian trynna EMBARRASS myself. But in all honesty I want honest reviews just don’t hurt my feelings I will cry 😐 I would like respectful constructive criticism, not no “yOu WrItInG DumB HAr hAr🤓” type bs y’all can take that childish shit somewhere else, and other writers feel the same way when people do stuff like that kind of stuff isn’t cute or funny when you’re the only one laughing babes. Sorry I just went on a whole tangent. Anyways enjoy my piece of a piece 😂 (Edit: ex doesn’t have a name neither does the ex bff)

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Everyone is having their own separate conversations when ex bff brings up the fact that y/n doesn’t look like she’s feeling well. Y/n bushes it off but ex bff pushes a little harder and say “I’m just trying to make sure you and your baby are okay” the table goes dead silent, everyone too stunned to speak. Jungkook watching quietly.

“ what is she talking about?” Asks ex bf. Y/n calm as ever replies “ I’m pregnant.” Looking right at (name). “Well I don’t know what to say,” ex bf goes on to say while acting flattered. “I mean you know I’ve always wanted to be a dad-“

“it’s mine.”

Everyone turned shocked to look at Jungkook who’d been sitting quietly the whole time. “How long?” He proceeds to ask, ignoring everyone around them. “Around 8 weeks” y/n responds. “When did you find out?“ His questioning continues “Yesterday morning.” Y/n answered, not missing a beat “why didn’t you tell me?” He interrogates further. “It was going to be a surprise, but it seems plans have changed.” She answers calmly, although she is agitated that her plans were ruined all for a petty jab that gave the latter 5 seconds of satisfaction.

“Wait… what’s going on?” Ex question confusingly. “you know him?” He asks y/n. “Y’a she does, rather well actually. We grew up together” Jungkook answers. “Y/n and I are married.” “WHAT!!” Ex exclaims “Since when?!” Ex continues “because we broke up about 2 months ago. The time checks out. So that would mean you cheated on me.” He reach’s.

“Well not exactly.” Jungkook goes on to explain. “Y/n and I were arranged by our parents when we were little. But then she chose to be with you and was disowned by her family. So when you guys broke up, she went back to her family under the condition that she marries me. How it was always supposed to be.” He finishes looking at ex.

“So wait.” Everyone turns to look at ex bff. “Y/n isn’t some poor gold digger “ex” found off the street? I don’t believe that.” She says spitefully. “I’ve know y/n for years and not once has she ever showed she is the heiress like you all say. I mean how come i’ve never seen or heard about her? Huh? Riddle me that?”

“Do you not know what disowned means you mamahuevo? Eh? Does anything flicker between the last two brain cells you have AI COÑAZO CULO! EL BURRO SABE MAS QUE TU!!” Gabriella screams at ex bff fed up with her bs this weekend, bout ready to jump her if she wasn’t worried for y/n’s stress levels.

“This is some Penelope Douglas ass shit bitch.” Meimi whispers to Jimin next to her waiting to see what happens next.

[ozarkthedog]

           𝐜𝐨𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐭 | 𝐜𝐞𝐨!𝐩𝐨𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: CEO!Poe doesn’t take kindly to you flirting with a co-worker in front of him. 

warnings: 18+ only. minors DNI. smut. older ceo!poe. possessive!poe, like really possessive. dirty talk. rough sex. name calling (stupid girl). degrading treatment. light face & pussy slapping. slight dub con at the end but all parties are willing. unbeta’d.

word count: 2,386

author’s note: based off this post from @natlovesu. thank you for the non stop thot. honestly, being called “stupid” ain’t my kink but CEO!Poe can degrade me anytime he wants. 

first time writing for a new fandom 😅 be nice please 💙

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☽ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ☾

“Hey, are you all set for the meeting today at 3?” You ask the man sitting opposite you. 

When you don’t hear a response from your boss and boyfriend, Poe, you lean around your monitor and snap your fingers. 

Glaring blue hues light his face as he stares at his computer screen, consumed with whatever he’s reading. “Earth to Poe??”

Poe mumbles a barely there, “mmph”, and doesn’t bother to looking at you.

You sigh and shake your head and neatly stack a pile of papers before filing them away in the cabinet at your feet.

You were the one that wanted to keep it a secret from everyone at the company. You didn’t want people thinking you were sleeping with him for a promotion.  

You were the one that wanted to keep it a secret from everyone at the company. You didn’t want people thinking you were sleeping with him for a promotion.  

A chime rang from your computer distracting you from your thoughts. 

It was Mark, a co-worker who had made his crush on you well known ever since you started working at the company. He was a nice man but not at all your type. 

You click accept on the video call and greet him with a smile.

“You going to the company party tomorrow night?” Mark asks before taking a sip of his coffee.  

You flick your eyes to the window and sigh unsure of what to say. Mark had been trying to get you to go out on a date with him for months now and you’d always been able to turn him down.

“Come on, it’ll be fun.” He pesters, oblivious to the man sitting opposite you. “I’ve heard about how low you can limbo.”

You awkwardly laugh and mentally curse your fellow co workers for telling him about that night. Mark’s image freezes momentarily, glitching at an opportune time for you to look at Poe.

Your boyfriends’ eyes were trained on you, curious to see what you’d say. His few days old gray stubble looked more like a full grown beard. His facial hair was so thick it made your legs clamp together just thinking about the beard burn he’s left in his wake.  

“Did you get those mock ups logged in?” You ask, directing the conversation back to work. 

Mark scratches his chin hesitantly. “Uh, no.”

“Mark, come on. You know I need them for the meeting.” You huff. 

He raises his hands in mock defense, “I know, I’m sorry I got distracted with another project. I’ll get them to you before 3.”

You conjure up a bad idea but your mouth starts moving before you can stamp it out. “Well, get them to me within the hour and maybe then you’ll find out just how low I can go.”

Your heart stops beating. Why the hell did you just say that?! 

Embarrassed, you scramble to exit the video call and the view of Mark’s gobsmacked face. You hit every “x” on your screen until you see the desktop image of you and Poe from that weekend beach trip he surprised you with last month.

Oh, fuck. Poe. 

There’s no way he didn’t just hear what you said. What the hell is wrong with you?? Maybe if you busy yourself it’ll seem like you didn’t just flirt with the coworker who blatantly has a crush on you.

“Did I hear what I think I did?” Poe questions from the side of his desk. 

He quirks a brow when you don’t respond. You’re too scared and too stunned by your own actions.

“I’m gonna ask you again,” He leans forward, brows pinned together with severity as he perches his elbows on the desk. His voice dropping to a deadly octave, “Did I hear what I think I heard?” 

Your belly twists under his dangerous stare. Your brain ceases any sort of knowledge forcing you to stutter and trip over your words. “I- I- don’t know.” 

Your tongue sticks to your dry lips as you try to swallow down your nervous energy. Having just flirted with a coworker in front of your boyfriend AND boss wasn’t the smartest idea. In your mind it was harmless and necessary to get what you needed. You’d done it plenty of times before but never in front of Poe.

He purses his lips for a moment before his chin meets his chest in a menacing manner. His eyes a torrent of anger, jealousy and control, “You don’t know?” 

Your fingers wring in your lap with anticipation. His scolding eyes never leave your face and it makes your belly burn.

“I didn’t mean it.” You whisper, voice tiny as a mouse.

His chair rolls back and hits the wall when he abruptly stands. You follow his movements as he takes a solid 3 steps around his desk until he’s towering over you. 

“That was pretty dumb of you, Baby.” 

He presses a finger under your chin and forces the tendons in your neck to uncomfortably stretch. “It’s bad enough to flirt in front of your boyfriend. But flirting in front of your boss?” He shakes his head, his face full of ire. “That was just plain stupid.”

Poe crosses his arms over his chest, his muscles bulge and strain the thin material of the black button up. “You know I can’t let that go unpunished. That’s not how I do business.” 

All you can do is stare up at him; stupefied. He looks massive from this angle. Dominating and ready to dole out orders at a moment's notice. “Oh, Baby you’re gonna be a mess by the time I’m through.” 

With a booming clap of his hands he barks out the first order. 

“Face down on the desk.” He snaps his fingers before he slowly folds his black sleeves up his muscled forearms.  

Your heated face sears against the cool wood desk as you assume the position. On display with nowhere to run. Just the way he likes it.

“Pull up your skirt.” 

You do as he says and shift your hips until the soft material is nestled around your waist. You whimper as he squats down and rubs the back of his knuckles against your panty covered core making you clench with need. His fingers glide easily over the soaked fabric and he chuckles. “Already ruined. Why am I not surprised?”

Pain shoots across your hips as Poe easily tears the flimsy material from your body. “No point in keeping those on. Stupid girls don’t get to wear panties.”

Your body trembles at his scolding. He always had a way with words.

“Lookit’ that pretty little cunt. Just weepin’ and clenchin’. All it’s good for.” 

His breath fans over the curve of your ass as he moves closer. “Bet it wants to be touched real bad, huh?” Your hips automatically lift when his lips graze the supple skin of your thigh but you’re met with a hard smack. You recant your hips with a hurt yelp.

“Keep that ass down or so help me, you’ll stay like this for the rest of the day.” He threatens.

“I’m sorry! I’ll be good!” You plead, desperate to quell the ache between your thighs.

“Just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” He chides before digging his teeth into the round, meaty flesh. “After today, I’ll make sure everyone knows that you’re mine.”

Your eyes bug at the statement. This was a whole new side to him and it drives you wild seeing him so possessive.

A hand suddenly snakes its way around your neck and his chest meets your spine. He pins you completely to the desk and grinds your bones painfully into the hardwood as he ruts his cloth covered cock against your naked ass.

“I think you’d like that.” He murmurs, his lips caress the soft junction where your neck and shoulder meet leaving soft, open mouthed kisses that paint your skin. “Keep you marked all the time, even if no one can see.” 

He feels the heartbeat in your throat escalate and he groans into your jawline. “Knew you would, Baby. Just want to be all mine, don’t ya?”

You dumbly nod. Your head bobs any which way in agreement as he stands and kicks your feet apart before lewdly spreading your cheeks. A thick dollop of spit lands on your puckered rim and it makes you jolt. 

You hear a zipper and then a guttural moan as he finally strokes his throbbing cock. “Gonna use this cunt, and you’re not allowed to come.”

You whine and slam your hands on the desk in outrage. On the verge of tears you look back at him with watery eyes hoping he’ll change his mind.

Sadly, you’re out of luck. 

He flashes his classic smirk at your distraught and taps his swollen, leaky crown against your soaked petals. 

You whine and push back desperate to feel his cock fill you when a rough, large hand weaves into your locks. Your spine curves awkwardly as he forces the front of your body off the desk and bends you to his will.

He spears his cock into you so slowly it makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. The sheer girth of him always feels like the first time even after all these months together.

“God damn.” Poe grunts as your sweltering core envelopes him. “Such a tight fuckin’ cunt.” He wraps a strong arm around your belly making sure you take every inch.

You try to relax as he fills you to the brim with his length. His cock easily brushes your cervix with every thrust. It’s a chaotic mix of pain and pleasure and it makes your brain spin.

Frantic moans fill the room as he spreads you open on his cock with heavy shoves. You know you’ll have bruises on your thighs from the way he’s fucking you against the desk but you don’t care. 

“Might have to fuck you over my desk everyday from now.” He says casually as he drives into you with a steady pace, “Really make sure you and everyone knows whose cunt this is.”

You sob when he hastily slaps the top of your mound. The force makes you grind back onto his cock, “Unf… there you go, Baby. Get every inch wet.”

The mounting pleasure has your belly tumbling as he drags you closer to the edge with every punishing thrust. Poe feels your walls quiver and greedily milk him. “I feel that. Gettin’ close huh?”

Your neck and spine ache from the way he’s got you pinned and all you want to do is come. You let out a pathetic whine not caring about how weak you sound. You need to come. 

“Oh Baby, is it that bad?” He mocks, knowing how much you enjoy the verbal torture. “You gettin’ that come hungry you can’t follow one simple rule?”

“Noo–” You slur in response. Trying desperately to hold back the impending orgasm from taking over. 

Poe shifts his hips, thrusting directly over your g-spot. Your body seizes. A debauched moan falls from your lips as your pleasure ramps up quickly. 

“Don’t even think about it.” A stinging slap burns your left cheek and your head is yanked back onto his shoulder, “Stupid girls don’t get to come.”

Your world spins. Your body is aflame by his depraved treatment and yet you’ve never been more aroused. 

Slick covers the wide base of him and drips down his sack. Sticky, wet thwaps sound as his balls smack against your clit with every thrust. Your core locks around his length like a vice and he pummels your cunt harder, his orgasm just within reach. 

“Gonna fill you up, Baby.” He grits. His jaw clenches hard and his hips falter. He comes with a growl, gnawing at your shoulder and leaving a sizable mark as he empties his balls into your sweltering heat.

It’s both a blessing and a curse to feel him fill you so completely. You made it through without breaking his rule. The torture finally over but your cunt throbs with an ungodly need to come.

Poe slips from your core with a hiss and eases you back onto the desk. The cool surface is a welcome distraction from the searing heat between your legs. “You did good, Baby.” Poe praises as he thumbs the raised mark on your neck. 

“I tried really hard, Poe.” You sigh and let your eyes fall for a brief moment and soak up his approval. He hums sweetly and tucks himself away before walking over to his desk.

“We gotta get moving, Sweetheart. Wanna get to the meeting a bit early to get things ready.” He states as he clicks out of his computer and throws on a charcoal blazer.

You groan and fix your clothing, “Give me a minute. I need to freshen up.”

You make a face when you feel his spend drip down your thighs. “Ah, Poe. Where are my panties?” You ask, looking hastily around the floor.

“You don’t need them.” He states simply.

You huff and put your hands on your hips. “Oh really?”

Poe nods slowly in your direction, “And you’re not cleaning yourself up either.”

You’re dumbstruck by his words. He couldn’t be serious. You were about to sit in an hour-long meeting with the entire company with come stained legs and a noticeable set of teeth marks in your neck.

He smirks arrogantly and places the folders needed for the meeting in your hands before moving your frozen frame towards the door. Poe wraps an arm around your shoulders, his lips tickle your ear as he wickedly whispers, “Remember, Stupid girls don’t get to wear panties.”

[pinkandblueblurbs]

What about a rec for Aaron Hotchner calling him daddy for the first time? It could be during sex or maybe light age play it’s up to you!

I LOVE THIS OMG IM SO EXCITED TO WRITE FOR HOTCH AHH TY ANON. This may be short and kinda crappy since I’ve never written for hotch before 😅 edit: yeah i dont like how i wrote him very much OOPS he’s so hard to do smut for

word count: 924

Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader. Fingering, d/s, daddy kink, dirty talk, praise.

You’re writhing against the mattress, the cool sheets a stark contrast to your balmy form as you arch beneath the firm palm planted on your lower belly. Aaron holds you down as his thick fingers work in and out of your cunt, the purposeful, practiced movement making you keen and moan.

“You’re moving too much, baby. It makes it harder for me.” He chastises, applying more pressure with the hand holding your hips as they threaten to thrust up off the bed. You whine, throwing your head to the side in frustration as you grip at the taut fabric of the sheets. Desperation bubbles within you- his fingers feel good, but you crave that full, complete satisfaction that only his cock can bring.

“Please” is all you manage to gasp out to communicate this desire, your mind already beginning to cloud with pleasure. His skilled fingers curl to find your g-spot with each steady thrust, making you whimper, and he raises a thick brow as he looks up at you, keeping up the motion easily.

“You know to use your words.” Again, his low voice is a rumbled correction- not mean, or angry, just stern- and he fixes you with an expectant look. “Ask for what you want.”

“I want your cock, please” you beg unabashedly, legs extending and distending in tandem as you squirm in pleasure. “Please daddy-“

Your eyes widen, and a shameful heat rushes to your cheeks while Hotch’s fingers come to a stop inside you.

“What did you say?”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean-“

“Say it again.” You’re shocked by the low, raspy command- and when you actually bother to take in Aaron’s expression, you’re even more shocked to see no traces of disgust in his features. He looks hungry.

“Please daddy” the words are but a whisper, your voice low and unsure in your embarrassment. But you can’t miss the fire that seems to ignite behind Hotch’s dark eyes.

“Again. Louder, sweetheart. Say it.” He accents the words by pressing his thumb to your clit, the firm pressure making you gasp, teasing you by remaining stationary.

“Please fuck me daddy!” You finally plead without hesitation. Hotch growls, pulling his fingers from you and stroking his cock as he meets you with a fiery gaze.

“You want me to fuck you? Want daddy to fuck your cunt?” His voice is impossibly lower, making you shiver, and his use of the designation is churning the pool of arousal in your belly.

“Yes daddy!” You agree desperately, and as soon as the words leave your mouth Hotch is pushing forward with a grunt, sheathing himself inside you in one deep thrust.

“Fuck, baby” he grits out as he sets a steady pace, pumping in and out of you, hitting your g-spot each time and making you keen. “You have no idea what hearing you say that does to me”

“You like it, daddy?” You ask, playfully bashful now as you blink up at him, watching his strained features as he carries out his strenuous task. “You like it when I call you that?”

“It’s so sexy, sweetheart. You make it sound so pretty.” He leans down to kiss you, large nose bumping against yours with the sloppy lip lock as his familiar, masculine flavor dances on your tastebuds.

The kiss adds to your pleasure tenfold, your cunt beginning to constrict as your orgasm builds. Hotch feels your fluttering walls and growls into your mouth, surely catching on to your nearing release. A hand snakes down between your rocking bodies, his thick finger finding your clit easily- thanks to Aaron having your body memorized- and starts quick circles that have you moaning like a pornstar.

“Cum for me baby, come on. Cum on daddy’s cock” he growls against you, panted huffs of his breath ghosting over your lips. The words are enough to send you hurtling over the edge, cresting over the mountain of pleasure and tumbling into the sea of rapture below.

Wave after wave of bliss washes over you as you ride out your high, Aaron’s thrusts never ceasing despite the tight, limiting grip of your channel. He grunts above you, his usually refined and strong movements devolving somewhat as he nears his own end.

“I want you to cum, daddy, please” you breathe out, the words airy and weak from your recent intense orgasm. “Cum in my pussy daddy.”

With that he follows you into euphoria, his jaw slackening and his brows loosening in a rare show of mitigation as he shoots off inside you. You watch his blissed out face in awe, relishing in the feeling of his warm cum filling you.

He drops to his elbows, arms braced on either side of your head, chest heaving as he slowly comes down. He shifts so his slowly softening cock slips from your wet cunt, making you cringe at the lewd sound, and you both take a brief moment to catch your breath.

“I didn’t peg you as the daddy type, Aaron.” You tease once your lungs have the oxygen necessary to do so. He looks up at you, lips curling in a coy grin.

“You didn’t? Interesting. I knew you were the type from the beginning. I was really just waiting for you to slip up.” He quips, leaning down to give your lips a quick peck. You let out a huff of laughter, rolling your eyes at the man.

“Of course you were.” You mutter, voice carrying a playful annoyance. Profilers.

tags: @snapesdaughsjm @kyleed24 @woman-with-no-name @barneswidow @randomoutsiders @fandom-puff @spxllcxstxr @frecklesandfirecrackers @wholebigboxofyikes @fific7 @sunrisefairy @pandaxnienke @weasleyposts @mypainistemporary @amourtentiaa @st0nesnglitter @quindolyn @arcaneslut @hoes4dameron @wh0reforthemarauders @shadesofvelma@i-love-scott-mccall @maybanksslut @crystal-dee @sprucewoodlover @riddikulusweasleys @slvt4fakerealities

[deepperplexity]

Prompt: 12. Warming Fire

Pairing: Snape x Fem!OC

POV: Dual (Snape, Third & OC, First)

Setting: Hogwarts

Continuation of: (pt.1) 10. Gingerbread & Peppermints, (pt.2) 11. Forgotten Gift

A/N: I’M LATE! I KNOW! SORRY LOVES! I just didn’t have a chance to finish writing this and get it posted yesterday - and now it’s nearly 9am so I’m not too many hours behind and you’ll get two fics today since it’s time for prompt 13 today too - I just, umh, gotta write it 😂👍 Anyway, here we go with the third part of this little serial RICKMAS fic - I hope you’ll nejoy it since there will finally be some SMUT and COMMUNICATION 😂👌

Oh, and it's another long fic 😅💚

Tags/TW’s: Judged By Apperance, Love, Love Confession, Kissing, Mutual Pining, Sexual Guilt, SMUT [Masturbation, Penetrative Sex, Possible Boots Kink Hinting, Body Adoration], New Emotional Experiences

Word Count: 5.3k+

Masterlist page // Masterlist post // AO3 // LINK TREE

≪ Severus’s POV ≫

It had been a week since the exchange in the office. A week. An eternity. Rosanna had been on his mind every minute of it, no matter how hard he tried to think of something else. Each time he saw her she looked happy, on the outside. Always smiling, always laughing and being friendly with everyone — and everyone seemed to adore her. So why did nobody see she was hurting? It was so obvious.

What he struggled to truly admit was the other thoughts haunting him though. He had no right to them, but every evening — when the school was asleep and there was no one around — he lay in bed and thought of her. The warm chocolate eyes, the smooth skin and the painted lips. The way she blushed under his gaze, her fingers fidgeting, the laugh he’d heard so many times filled him with warmth.

It had been a long time since he’d taken any pleasure. He’d relieved the pressure once in a while but there was never any pleasure involved in it. Now, when he grabbed his rigid cock each and every night for five days straight, there was pleasure. Guilt-inducing, burning pleasure as he imagined her there with him. Rosy cheeks and messy hair. Her beautiful curves beneath his hands, those full breasts weighing heavy in his palms and the sounds he’d draw out of her — that she’d draw out of him.

That Sunday morning he had woken up hard and aching — which usually never happened. His dreams had been filled with her and the warmth of her closeness. He was going mad. Drowning in his thoughts of her and what he had ruined before it ever had a chance to start. Snarling at himself about how it never could happen either way given who she was to the world and who he was.

That didn’t stop him from reaching down to grope himself though; to stroke and imagine it being her hand pleasuring him. He groaned and squeezed his cock harder, upping the tempo as he imagined her kissing his nick, licking at his lips, moaning by his ear. “Curse it,” he huffed and threw his head back, feeling a tingle at the lower part of his spine while he hardened further.

He kept stroking himself, feeling the build while everything else disappeared and only the thoughts of her remained. The feeling that she exuded, how it pulled on something within him. “Haa—” he panted while he gripped himself too fiercely, stroking frantically as the memory of Rosanna’s smile faded into the tear-streaked cheeks and he exploded just before the guilt could overtake the pleasure.

≪ Rosanna’s POV ≫

“Miss Kindra!” called a boy I’d seen about the library quite a few times the last three or four days as I was making my way back there from a late lunch. “Mr-, Crane, was it?” I asked with a wide smile and the boy nodded enthusiastically. “How can I help you, Mr Crane?” “W-well, miss, I was wondering about a book,” he said as he lowered his gaze. He was a sweet boy, very nervous and fidgety but sweet. “I’m quite good at those,” I chuckled and he smiled nervously at me while rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, well it’s about merfolk,” he began, “and s-sirens…”

My back stiffened. My smile faltered. Not this again.

I drew a deep breath and tried to keep my calm. “Yes, Mr Crane? What about merfolk and sirens?” “I-, well I was just wondering if you-, perhaps you were-, that you—” “Mr Crane,” came the dark rumble of a voice I had been trying so hard not to think about for the past week.

Me and the young boy turned, he was suddenly stiff and quiet — seemingly terrified. “I best not be hearing you accusing Miss Kindra of being a siren,” he drawled out while towering before us both, more me than the boy despite my heels. “Professor Snape, sir, no, no, sir. Definitely not, sir,” the boy blurted out while paling under Snape’s glare while my entire body heated at being so near him once more. Reminded of the time I’d first fallen for the commanding, sneering man.

“On your way, Mr Crane,” he said with finality to his tone and the boy scurried off. “Miss Kindra,” he said with a harsh nod but his eyes were different; the coldness was gone, replaced by a dreary look of guilt — a feeling I recognised in my own heart to some degree.

He turned to leave but in the next second my hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, halting him instantly.

My heart pounded as he turned and looked down at my hand before finding my eyes. He arched a brow but said nothing while I was unable to let go. To touch him, to stand close to him again, it was overwhelming. His hurtful words still lingered in my mind but after so many years of thinking about him it was hard to simply get over what I felt for him, no matter what he had said.

Each time for the past week when I’d seen him look at me my heart had fluttered, some part of me turned even more sad at the way he was so out of reach and simultaneously had hurt me by judging my looks — like everyone else. Yet there he stood now, defending me for that very reason.

“Thank you,” I whispered. “For?” “Defending me like that,” I said and withdrew my hand slowly. “Looks aren’t everything, and you should not be judged by yours.” “Or you yours,” I added to his sentence while looking up at him. The warmth in his eyes was different from the usual coldness that seemed to always linger in the dark colour.

My cheeks heated and I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my lips under his gaze. Like a natural reaction to him, a smile unlike my usual ones that were conscious. This one was made without my permission.

“I’ll leave you to it,” he said lowly and nodded curtly. “Severus,” I exhaled, “please.” “What?” “Don’t do this.” “Do, what?” he drawled while holding my gaze. “This… Please, can we-, can we talk?”

He frowned at me, his eyebrows knitting together while my stomach seemed to tie itself up in one giant knot. “My quarters?” he asked and my shoulders sank in relief before I nodded with another smile he drew from me by merely existing. It was silly, really, but I couldn’t help it. He was so different, so handsome, just perfect despite his harsh demeanour and intimidating appearance. Perhaps because of it even.

“I have matters to attend, shall we say eight?” he asked and I nodded once more, lacking words now that I knew he’d talk with me. Not that I knew what I was to say in a few hours, in his private quarters, but my entire body felt like the home of jittery pixies.

Before I had a chance to say anything he had nodded and left in his usual hurry, coat billowing behind him like an ominous thundercloud. At least he’ll talk with me, and maybe we can sort this out… Maybe…

≪⁕≫

With my heart in my throat, I raised my hand to knock while doubting my choice of clothing. The deeply green dress with long sleeves and high neck hugged my curves while my black coat framed my shoulders and accentuated my waist where it was cinched with a black string of satin tied into a bow at the side. My heeled boots — reaching above my calves — kept my feet warm but weren’t visible behind the long skirt of the dress just barely reaching all the way down.

I drew a breath and finally knocked, smoothing out my long hair quickly before trying to find something to do with my fidgeting hands. Why am I like this with him?

The door opened and there he stood, no cloak in sight but the tightly fitted frock coat neatly buttoned and his cravat perfectly situated around his neck. “Miss Kindra,” he said in that slow drawl of his and stepped aside, “come in.” “Thank you,” I said and stepped past him on slightly wobbly legs. He was the only one who managed to make me nervous, not uncomfortable but truly nervous.

“Perhaps a drink?” he asked as the door closed. “Oh, yes please, professor.” “Perhaps, Severus, will do?” I bit down on my lip, lowering my gaze and blushing — again. “Severus,” I said, feeling warm at his permission for me to use his given name even if I had already been so bold as to do so a few times before — while caught up in the moment.

“Wine, or whiskey, miss?” he asked. “Whiskey, thank you. And, umh, you can call me Rosanna, if you want to…” He nodded at that and walked further into the gloomy room. It offered me a chance to actually look at the space with its stone walls and dark furnishing. It was warmer than I had thought, making my coat a bit stifling.

So, while Severus poured our drinks I removed it and slung it over the sofa by the crackling fireplace. As I turned back he was staring at me, a glass in each hand. “I’m afraid I’m a bit overdressed,” I confessed sheepishly. Not willing to say out loud it had taken me two hours to decide what the bloody hell I was going to wear. “You look, good.” “Oh, thank you,” I said and he stepped up, handing over one of the glasses to me.

This feels surreal. I’m in his private quarters, drinking whiskey. Teenage me would have a fit. “Sit,” he said and my body jolted into action by the word while ending my thoughts. He took a seat on the opposite end of the sofa, his back straight and his gaze on anything but me. It afforded me a perfect view of his unique profile though. The hooked nose, the dip of his chin, and the thin lips currently stretch to just a line.

“Severus,” I said after a moment, “are you angry with me?” He blinked and slowly turned at my words, his brows slightly knitted, forming a small line between them. “No.” I sipped my drink for the courage. “Then why do you always look at me in that way?” “What way?” he asked quietly. “That way,” I said and nodded my head towards his face before tilting it to the side, “as if you’re really angry with me, or don’t wish to be anywhere near me.” “I do not.” “Oh…” Wow, that-, that hurt.

I looked away and nibbled my bottom lip while scraping my nail against the perfectly clean glass in my hands. “That-, I did not mean it in such a way. That came out… wrong,” Severus said with an odd tone to his usually commanding voice. “What way did you mean it?” “I cannot divulge that.” “Why?” “It’s not fitting,” he sighed and gulped down half of the amber liquid in one go.

My body tightened. “Is it-, is it that bad?” I asked and he glared at me. The light of the fire danced over his features while warming the room further. “Bad, depends on your view of it.” “How am I to have a view of it if you don’t tell me about it?” “True,” he conceded but offered no more words. Maybe I should just say how I feel? At the very least I’ll get it out there and there are only two weeks left of my time here anyway. Screw it, I’ll just spill the beans.

≪ Severus’s POV ≫

Her finger tapped against the glass, she looked uncomfortable. Nervous. Why is it you are never nervous with others but appear to always be so in my company?

“Okay, so, I’d like you to listen,” she began and turned towards him slightly, sitting too straight while holding herself too still. “Go on,” he rumbled out. “I like you, Severus. I have liked you for many years now.” “Not suitable as I—” “You said you’d listen,” she bit out and he turned quiet anew while nodding for her to go on.

Rosanna drew a deep breath and Severus tried to reel in the turmoil within him, thinking about how no later than that very morning he’d pleasured himself with the thoughts of her beyond the door he was right at that moment fixating his gaze upon. He hardened at the thought and shifted on the sofa to hide it by crossing one leg over the other while leaning back and scolding is own mind and body for the direction they had both taken.

“I know it was wrong when I was younger, and nothing ever happened back then. You didn’t even remember me,” she said quietly but there was a humourless chuckle to her voice towards the end. “Either way, I thought it was perhaps just a crush. You know, like young girls tend to get when there’s a man they look up to and stuff. It feels silly to say it like this, but, it wasn’t a crush.”

“I never forgot you, there was never anyone else who came remotely close to making me feel as I feel about you, Severus.” And I assume there has been plenty, given your looks, he thought to himself wryly while watching her.

“Don’t judge like that,” she said, jolting him and widening his eyes. “I have not said anything.” “It’s in your eyes,” she said in a scolding manner. She talked to him like none other did. “My eyes?” “Yes, Severus. You’re not as good at hiding stuff as you may think.” “With you,” he muttered, but not loud enough for Rosanna to hear.

She took a drink and sighed while Severus adjusted his position as discreetly as he could while trying his hardest not to look at how her tight dress clung to the delicious curves he had fantasised about touching not many hours ago.

“As I was saying, there’s never been anyone else I’ve felt like this about. And I’m not a student anymore, I’m twenty-two and perfectly able to take responsibility for my emotions. I can’t help they were born when I was younger but they’re mine and I take responsibility for that.” As she spoke he listened carefully, endeavouring to take in every word while his body grew warmer and harder at just being close to her and that infernal sensation she radiated. He felt that choking need to hold her because of it.

“I’m sorry I’m making you uncomfortable, I understand I’m just a former student in your head even if it’s been five years and you didn’t even take notice of me in any way back then,” she continued while Severus gritted his teeth. I’m uncomfortable alright. “And now you’re tensing up and moving away from me so I understand my feelings aren’t reciprocated but—” “Not reciprocated?” “Well, yes?” “Rosanna,” he began in a quiet rumble, “you have no idea how wrong you are at this. very. moment.”

She blinked at him, confusion written all over those lovely features of hers shed light upon by the fire he’d lit to warm the room — for her sake. “I’m wrong?” she asked and he sighed while averting his gaze. “Yes.” “Look at me when you say that,” she demanded and he slowly turned his head.

He found her stiff and roughly gripping the glass between her hands. Her eyes were warm but hesitantly closed off as they met his. The way her painted lips were set in a line rather than a smile tugged at his heart. He wanted that infernal smile to come back, the mere thought of making her smile had his cock achingly hard while his eyes glanced at the way her breasts heaved up and down in time with her slightly laboured breathing. As if she was truly nervous, or anxious about what he was about to say.

“Yes. You are wrong,” he stated. “You like me in return?” Her voice was so damn quiet, uncertain. “I-, yes… I like you in return.” “Are you playing games with me, Severus? Please, I’m not—”

He uncrossed his legs, the tightness of his clothes making the bulge more than visible, and turned his body towards her while pushing himself closer. “Do you think I would ever play games like that, Rosanna?” he nearly snarled at her, leaning closer to get a mere breath away from her face. “I do not have the time, will or wish for games.”

Her eyes were enlarged, her mouth slightly agape. He wanted to grab her chin and kiss those lips, push his tongue inside that warmth and taste her. However, above all that, he wished to hold her close. Abolish that cursed feeling of hurt and loneliness that radiated from her at all times.

But he held fast, held still while her alluring scent of lavender and her filled his hooked nose with ease. Her eyes bounced between his lips, his eyes and the bulge of his pants that were too tight at that moment. A beautiful blush crept along her cheeks and the visible part of her throat while he kept looking at her, waiting for her to make the next move as he held his own uncertainties about the whole situation.

≪ Rosanna’s POV ≫

If that wasn’t a confession I couldn’t possibly say what else would be. My throat had gone dry, my heart hammered at an insane rate while my entire body seemed to yearn for the man now seated so close I could touch him if I just leaned in, reached out. I nearly panicked.

All the years spent yearning for him, longing for him, wanting him, thinking about him — and here I was sat with the man, hearing him confess to wanting me while his body showed all the signs of it simultaneously. My own heated and tingled with want.

Nearly a minute passed in utter silence and neither of us moved. The crackling fire, our heavier breathing, the only sounds beyond my rushing pulse. My tongue darted out to wet my lips while his eyes narrowed. I could barely draw breaths deep enough.

Without averting my gaze, I placed the glass on the table. My hand trembled as I reached up, hesitating for a second before I stroked his pale cheek. His nostrils flared at the touch and my shoulders relaxed. “Severus,” I whispered and he leaned into the touch. “Rosanna,” he replied in a humming so deep it seemed to shake the very air around us.

I couldn’t resist him any longer. I reached up and took his face in both my hands before scrambling to kiss him. Plastering my lips against his so fiercely he was pushed back while I climbed him like some crazed animal, starved and desperate for the meal he was.

His hands landed on my thicker thighs, squeezing the outside as I straddled him — kissing him with all I had. A deep groan rumbled from him and I pushed myself harder into him, feeling his sturdy thighs beneath me while he opened up for me, allowing our tongues to pick up a tentative but rushed dance.

My fingers slid into his long hair, feeling the smooth strands before my fingers indistinctly latched on — gripping tightly. He moaned. It was the most sensual sound I’d ever heard. It set my blood on fire as I deepened the kiss, upped the pace and felt his hands slide up my body until he grabbed my waist and pulled me tighter against him. He was so sturdy, so hard yet perfectly soft at the outermost layer of him unlike me; being all soft rolls and malleable curves which he grabbed and squeezed in what seemed to me be adoration. His touch was different from anyone else I’d ever been with.

A rush beneath my skin, a feeling of falling endlessly while being elevated. I couldn’t describe it even if I tried. All I knew was that he was the one, the only one for me. “Rosanna,” he hummed into my mouth, “tell me you want this.” “I want this,” I panted. “I want you, Severus.”

He grabbed me harder, managing to rise with me in his arms by some miracle and in the next second I was on my back, spread out on the couch with him hovering over me. One knee between my legs while he held his weight with one hand on the back of the couch, the other gripping my chin decidedly. “You have no idea… how I ache… for you,” he whispered in a drawn-out rumble before kissing the tip of my nose in the most gentle of ways only to dive for my lips before another breath had left me.

I reached for the buttons of his frock coat, undoing them with sloppy haste while he untied the sash at my waist. “Zipper,” I panted, “at the back.” His hands surged in beneath me, lifting me with one while pulling it down with the other as I undid the last of the buttons only to see another row of buttons belonging to his black shirt beneath. I nearly cursed the buttons I’d spent countless hours dreaming about undoing now that I finally had the chance to touch him, be with him, and share myself with him.

He grabbed the dress at my shoulders while I sank back down on the sofa. In one swift motion, he rose and pulled it off my body with such ease I for a moment wondered if he’d been with many women before me. That thought fizzled out when he dropped the dress to the floor and shrugged off his frock coat. I couldn’t stop ogling the man while he so swiftly undid the buttons of his shirt. His eyes never left my burning face though, despite my own roaming all over the delicious man.

“You are beautiful,” he said in a near growl as he allowed his own eyes to flow over my full body dressed in only my black lace bra with a matching thong and the high boots. Under his eyes, I felt sexy as sin — in a beautiful way. “Severus,” I breathed out as the feeling heated my core to an inferno of need. “Please,” I moaned and he smirked at me teasingly while he dropped the shirt along with the cravat. So fucking hot, I’m gonna die.

He stripped fully and my eyes bulged at the impressive cock standing at full attention with a pearl of pre-cum at its tip. The fire behind framed him perfectly and I could never have imagined the beautiful man beneath all those clothes, strapped in and hidden behind so many layers, so many buttons.

His skin was blemished with old scars, the Dark Mark marring his forearm. I didn’t have any time to reflect on it though, and I had had my suspicions yet I couldn’t find it in myself to think any less of him. He was perfect in my eyes, scars and dark past included.

He grabbed his wand, apparently not feeling the least bit of nerves standing before me in nothing at all. It was hot. So damn hot. His confidence, his posture, his everything. I wetted my lips as my eyes roamed. He flicked his wand and my underwear vanished only to appear in his hand. “Mine,” he hummed and raised them to his nose, dragging in the scent while I writhed and moaned at the sight of him taking his fill of me in every manner he wished, slowly, piece by piece.

He dropped his wand and the black lace on the table and then he was on me. “These stay on,” he hummed as his hand stroked the leather of my high-heeled boots. My hands surged up, my fingers entwining themselves with his hair anew to pull him down. Our lips smashed against one another while he snuggled in between my thighs as I wrapped my legs around him.

The tip of his cock nudged my entrance and I jerked, desperate to feel the length of him within me. But his hand nestled in between us, finding my clit with ease before he began circling it perfectly — sending jolts of pleasure through my burning body pressed down by his weight.

He kissed my neck, nibbled at my shoulder while his fingers worked their magic to soften me, prepare me for him. His thumb took over on my clit while he pushed a finger inside of me. I arched and whimpered, feeling my nipples chafe against his broad chest covered with a thin layer of black hair I wished to drag my fingers through.

“So snug,” he said by my ear, “let’s soften you for me, Rosanna.” “Severus,” I moaned, “please.” “In due time,” he chuckled while upping the pace with his hand. I moaned and tensed, feeling my orgasm build by his expert motions. It was as if he knew my body like we had been together for years. “Not yet, love,” he whispered teasingly before kissing the shell of my ear and altering the pace of his thumb. “N-no,” I whimpered as the orgasm stalled, keeping me tense but not being allowed the release my body craved at his touch. “I want your pleasure, with mine,” he growled and removed his hand, making me gasp at the lack of connection and stimulation.

He rose halfway up and gripped his cock, it was such a sight with the firelight dancing behind him and I could barely keep myself from moaning as his eyes hooked mine while he lined himself up with my soaked entrance.

He nudged me, finding the opening with ease but not pushing himself in. His jaw clenched, my body trembled for him, and he waited. “Severus!” I called out, nearly begging him with the tone of my desperate voice. “I want to enjoy this,” he gritted out. “I want to remember every second of you beneath me, writhing and needy.” His words made me whimper and he tensed.

The next second my body arched as he pushed himself inside in one swift motion. He groaned and I moaned, our panted breaths filling the air as I adjusted to his size and he seemed to enjoy every second of being buried within my heat. Holy wand.

He laid down atop me, snuggling his arms in under my shoulders before his hands gripped them harshly only to push me down while he surged upwards — taking the last little sliver of space available within me. “Haa—” “Rosanna,” he moaned as I scrambled to hold onto his neck, wrapping my arms over his broad shoulders. “Oh, oh, Severus…”

He picked up the pace, slamming into me while pushing me down to meet his thrusts. I held on, met him as best I could and tried to hold back my orgasm with all my might. His pelvis hit my clit at the tight angle with each thrust. His cock stroked the most sensitive spot within me and the way his body felt so perfect against my own had me in a daze.

“I’m-, oh god,” I moaned and he groaned. “Come with me,” he demanded as his pace quickened. “Yes, yes—” “Come, love,” he gritted and I let go with a cry as he slammed into me.

I quivered and trembled, my insides pulsing in time with his cock as his cum shot into me. The sounds that left his thin lips seemed to burn something within my very soul. Breathe life into some dark part of my heart as he moaned my name like the highest praise.

I bit down on his shoulder to quiet the crying moan being unleashed from the depths of my chest. The taste of iron mingled with my saliva and the salty taste of his skin. He squeezed me to him, making my teeth sink deeper as he cradled my head while I clawed at his bare back, needing to get closer; closer than physically possible.

My head was spinning, my body feeling oddly thrown off course by the pleasure. “Rosanna,” he said gently, “are you alright?” “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven,” I whispered, too sated and blissed out to even realise I had slumped beneath him, one leg over the back of the couch while the other laid limply down towards the floor. “Is that so?” he mused with the softest of chuckles to his voice, I think I might die all over again with you sounding like that…

≪ Severus’s POV ≫

He had no idea what to do. Rosanna lay slumped beneath him, his entire body was simultaneously utterly relaxed and fully tense. He had only ever been with three women before, all one-night stands and meaningless. With her, it was everything and more. That she seemed so pleased — so satisfied — had him at a loss for what to say or do.

He had taken command, had undressed and displayed himself fully, had spoken words about wanting all her pleasure and been nothing like his usual self — desperate to please someone in a completely foreign way. Now he didn’t know what to do, at this point he usually got dressed and left without saying so much as a goodbye.

“Severus, that was amazing,” she breathed out while the most glorious of lazy smiles spread across her lips as she laid beneath him — eyes closed and arms reaching up to hold him around his neck. He leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose, just wanting to be close and not knowing what the bloody hell to say when he had just had the most life-altering experience. He had never guessed just how much pleasure his body could feel, or offer another.

“Severus?” she asked and opened her eyes with a questioning expression before her cheeks took on that rosy colour he so adored. “Yes?” “Was it not-, didn’t you-, I mean—” “Life changing,” he said when she struggled to find her words. She instantly softened and the most beautiful smile stretched her lips before she leaned up and kissed him softly, gently, with care.

He sat himself up a bit and reached for her high boots with their thick heels that looked far too high yet she had walked so perfectly in them earlier. He did not quite know why he had left them on but it had been hot and he did quite like the look of her in only boots. But now, he wanted her to be comfortable, so he slowly took them off and gently placed them on the floor next to the heap of clothing and his wand. He reached for it and with a flick cleaned both of them up.

He wrapped her in his arms and shifted them around so Rosanna lay atop him instead. “I’ll crush you,” she mumbled, but he only held her tighter while his chest ached with a foreign sensation of warmth not even the warming fire a few steps away could compete with.

Rosanna snuggled in with a deep breath while he held her close, finally able to take her in his arms and drain the hurt he’d felt in her since the very beginning. She turned heavier as she relaxed fully and he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. Her weight grounded him, her soft body shaping itself to his so marvellously it felt as if they were one.

“Severus,” she whispered sleepily. “Hmm?” “I love you…”

His eyes widened, his body stiffened for a moment before he nearly squeezed the life out of her with his harsh hold. The sensation within him was new and overwhelmingly strong. “I think I may love you as well,” he murmured as he could not quite understand the feeling he was experiencing but it felt like it could be nothing other than that elusive emotion which had evaded him for the entirety of his life. “That’s good enough, for now,” Rosanna whispered but he could hear the smile in her voice as she hugged him back and the room fell utterly silent while his heart pounded with joy inside his chest.

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[Dec:2022]

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22. “Mine.”

57. “Say it.”

71. “Don’t fucking touch what is not yours.”

notes; rich/spoiled!jeonghan, possessive!jeonghan, maid!reader, maid uniforms, dirty talk/degradation, some name calling, breeding kink/impregnation kink 😗💕 changed it a little bit cuz i know ‘n@nny’ can read a little weird esp since theyre older so i kinda switched it up!! 😅😅 Hope you dont mind lkjghkfjh still the same ~vibe~ tho, I hope lol 💕Imma go watch GoSe now~🥰💕  Thank you for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

*REPOSTED because tumb1r fl@gged the original 😩 I’ve just changed a few keywords but it’s basically the same... 😭 idk why they’d even fl@g this but 🤷🏻‍♀️ anyway now I'm imagining blonde jeonghan from his recently photoshoot 🤤 

“Jeonghan…”

“Oops, I dropped my teaspoon again. Maid, would you please?” He shoots you a cocky smirk; chuckling under his breath when you immediately start to walk over to where he and Soonyoung sit and have tea by the garden. 

You grit your teeth and bite down the words you want to say to the male as you lean down to pick up the dirtied spoon off of the cobbled floor for the fifth time in the last 30 minutes.

“Hey, you don’t need to keep picking up Jeonghan-hyung’s spoons… He’s just being an ass, let him do it himself.” Soonyoung whispers to you, eyebrows furrowed and words whispered low enough for only you to hear as you shake your head and keep mum. He wraps a hand around your wrist to stop you from leaving, opening his mouth to speak but Jeonghan is much quicker.

“Don’t fucking touch what is not yours.” He replies swiftly; fingertips tapping the metal armrest of the garden chair he lounges in. “You wouldn’t want to play the wrong cards, would you, Soonyoung?”

Gulping, you all but tear your arm from Soonyoung’s grasp as the younger male stutters a weak reply before shaking his head ‘no’.

“I’ll bring you another spoon, Jeonghan.”

He only nods and waves you away, eyes rolling when he meets Soonyoung’s concerned eyes and pursed lips. “What? Don’t get all chummy with my maid.”

“She’s cute, she’s young and she deserves better than you, that's for sure. I don’t even get why you make her wear a maid uniform, it’s so outdated.”

Jeonghan only smirks; picking up his cooled cup of tea and bringing it up to his lips as he mutters.

“Says who?”

The kitchen in Jeonghan’s family mansion is bigger than your one bedroom apartment and it takes you at least ten minutes to remember what drawer the utensils are in, despite working at the estate for the last six months.

Admittedly, the job paid extremely well and the bonuses had even helped you enough to pay off some of your loans and even put money towards a new car.

You definitely had no reason to quit anytime soon but Jeonghan was always the one that made the scales teeter every other day.

On most days, he was quiet and only shot you a quick glance before scurrying off to his bedroom. But on days where he had friends over, he always made it a point to put on a show of how you were ‘beneath’ him by bossing you around and making you do tasks that were unnecessary; if only to prove you’d do anything he asked of you.

The two of you weren’t even too far off in age, but that didn’t stop the male either. 

Especially in the bedroom.

“What’s taking you so long in here?”

You drop the spoon you were holding when Jeonghan’s voice surprises you from behind. “Fuck, s-sorry, I, um, zoned out.” Scoffing, he walks up to you, squeezing your face in his hand as he forces you to look at him.

“I can tell. You have that look in your eyes when you know I’m about to fuck you. Are your panties wet too?” He lets go of your face in favour of quickly reaching a hand up your skirt to press his fingers against your tights and, apparently soaked, panties. “Fuck, you little minx. Always getting so fuckin’ wet after a little bit of bossing around. What is it about it, huh? What gets you this fuckin’ soaked?”

You bite your bottom lip as he presses you into the counter and keeps his fingers pressed firm into the soaked material of your panties and tights. “Say it. Tell me what you like so much about me or I won’t fuck you.”

Your pussy clenches around emptiness as you swallow down your pride. You were already far too wet to walk away from this now. “G-god, I--I like it when you u-use me… It feels g-good when you fuck me like I’m your t-toy… and--and when you make e-everyone know I’m yours…” Your voice is hushed and a little shy; something Jeonghan likes to hear.

He takes this as his cue as he spins you around and immediately presses a hand to your back to make your upper half rest against the cool marble of the countertop. He smiles appreciatively at your backside before he flips your skirt up and wastes no time as he rips the thin material of your tights only where he needs it; smirking at the shredded black fabric that allows him to push your panties aside.

“Soonyoung’s still waiting in the garden and I don’t want to have to change clothes so we’ll be quick, got it?”

“J--Jeonghan! Ah, mmh, m-more! Harder, fuck m-me harder!”

“Could you be any louder? Do you want Soonyoung to walk in here and see me fucking you with your tights all shredded up and your panties pushed to the side like some impatient ‘lil slut?” He scoffs under his breath, hips snapping into you faster as you clench around his cock even harder. “But that’s what you want, isn’t it? For everyone to know you’re my cock hungry ‘lil maid that gets off to me bossing you around in front of others.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, thighs shaking as you try to meet his movements. “I, ah, y-yes…” Your bleary eyes open as you slightly turn your head to the side to look out of the tall window that faces the garden; catching your reflection in the glass as you moan.

The image of you bent over the countertop with your skirt flipped up with Jeonghan fucking you from behind is almost enough to get you to cum. But what really makes you whine and squirm harder is when Soonyoung turns his head and seems to catch what you and Jeonghan are doing in the kitchen when he looks up from his phone.

“A-ah, Jeonghan, it’s, mmh, S--Soonyoung…”

You only hear Jeonghan laugh when he starts fucking you faster; angling his thrusts perfectly until the head of his cock is tapping at your g-spot and loud, sharp cries are spilling from your lips. “O-oh, god! Right t-there! F-fuck me there!”

Soonyoung watching through the window is forgotten completely when Jeonghan reaches a hand around, fingertips pinching and rubbing at your clit as you scream his name in return.

“Mine. Your pussy is all mine. Soonyoung can watch all he wants but he knows you’re mine too - they all know now. And it’s only a matter of time before they see me fucking you like this too.” He pauses; a sultry groan on his lips when he feels you getting tighter around him. “And I’m gonna cum in your tight ‘lil cunt. Gonna get you nice ‘n full and make you walk around and obey my orders with my cum fucked deep inside your pussy. When you lean over, everyone’s gonna see your panties soaked through with my cum.”

“Y-yes! Get me p-pregnant... W--wanna be--be filled, ah, up with y-your cum like the g-good slut I am!”

Jeonghan grins at your back; pinching your clit between his fingers as you mewl. “Oh, baby, I bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you? Me fucking my cum so deep inside your tight, hot pussy and getting you pregnant. Breeding your cunt like a bitch in heat. But I’d take care of you too. You’d never have to work a day in your life as long as I get to fuck your slutty ‘lil holes whenever I want.”

Your cheeks feel hot as you raise your upper half off of the counter on shaky arms to brace yourself and thrust your hips back to fuck yourself on Jeonghan’s cock.

“H-hurry, cum in--inside of me, Jeonghan… I, ngh, can f-feel your cock throbbing so m-much… I need to be--be filled…”

The two of you are reduced to harsh breaths and clipped moans as he works to throw you both over the edge and it only takes a few more thrusts before your entire body is tensing under his as your orgasm starts to crest.

“Oh--oh, fuck, Jeonghan!”

Your knees bang against the counter and your arms give out as you cum hard; Jeonghan following suit as his thrusts become erratic.

He bites his lips as he fucks his cum deeper inside of your fluttering walls, finding it harder and harder to thrust into you when your pussy clamps down onto his cock in a vice grip. “Hmm, gotta make sure it sticks, baby. Wouldn’t wanna waste a drop, would you?” You moan in return; body warm and sated when you feel his cock throbbing inside of you.

“N-no, Jeonghan…”

Your thighs shake and your fingers are tingling when you feel Jeonghan’s thrusts slow down to a full stop and he smirks just as he pinches your overly sensitive clit one last time before he’s moving his soaking fingers away from the swollen nub. “Good.”

A shaky exhale escapes past your lips when he starts pulling out of you and he quickly pulls your panties back to catch any cum that threatens to spill out of your spent pussy.

“My shirt is a little wrinkled and I’d like to change it before I head back out to the garden, if you don’t mind.” You moan tiredly in response; already feeling his cum pooling into the material of your panties when you try to stand up straight. He takes in your appearance as you turn to face him, admiring your swollen lips and teary eyes.

Your skirt is just long enough to conceal the shredded fabric that hides underneath but the way his cum already trickles down your inner thighs has you whimpering as you rub your thighs together - hoping you had just enough time to get a change of tights and panties before you had to wait on Jeonghan in the garden again.

“A-ah, yes, J--Jeonghan I’ll, um, g-get you a new shirt from y-your closet…”

“I expect you back here in a couple minutes. And while you’re up in my bedroom, why don’t you grab the gift from my nightstand. I’d like you to put it on before you meet me down here.”

He pulls a keychain from his pants pocket; dangling it in front of your face as your eyes go wide.

A remote?

“I’d like for us to play a little longer, if you don’t mind.”

“Y-yes, Jeonghan…”

[yutahoes]

Honeymoon

gif is not related to the story but can I say how cute Yuta is here? 😁

pairing : newlyweds! Yuta Nakamoto x Female Reader

word count : 1.6k words

genre : angst, fluff, smut (in that order)

warnings : slight angst, reader wears a red swimsuit, Yuta has a breeding kink, kissing, breast fondling, fingering, handjob, all these happening in a public setting but discreetly

summary : A honeymoon is supposed to be a time for you and your husband. But why is he so indifferent? (yeah, I suck at summaries😅)

 Hi. I’m back from the Underworld. This is my first work for the Neo Smut Collective Event entitled Sunny Side. My smut writing had been rusty lately but please enjoy this simple fic. 

June 4. Tropical

It’s been two days since you landed on the tropical island of Malapascua in Cebu, Philippines. This had been your dream honeymoon destination for so long: the palm trees surrounding the white sand and the blue crystal water calling you for a swim. 

You were lucky that your parents had given you tickets and even reserved a cottage just for you and your husband. 

The same husband who seemed disappointed in your marriage. 

You didn’t even know what happened wrong. He was fine during the wedding, the usual Yuta. Smiling and with the sparkling love in his eyes. He was fine in the airplane going to Cebu, holding your hand tight and easing your nerves. But when you landed on the island, he didn’t seem like your husband anymore.

Maybe you were too excited about the trip that it exhausted him. Or maybe he regret getting married to you. 

He didn’t even notice the red swimsuit you packed and wore for him the first day. He didn’t even lay down beside you on the bed on the first night of your honeymoon, arguing that he wants to sleep on the couch. And it annoyed you. Doesn’t he like you anymore? Then why marry you in the first place? 

You lay down on the hammock outside your cottage in your yellow sundress, wearing the dark sunglasses you bought for the trip. Yuta is inside your shared room, video calling some people in his company which pissed you off. He should be spending time with you. You should be spending hours in the bed, with him. 

Footsteps of other tourists on the island can be heard as you closed your eyes and tried to get some sleep just to lessen your annoyance but you cannot. You turned to the side and behind the dark shades saw that Yuta looked outside the window. You inwardly smiled, maybe he was looking for you. 

You saw how he stood up, closed his laptop, and went out the door to stop in front of you. “It’s hot out here. Do you want to sleep inside? I’m done with the meeting.” You pouted then called his name that made him look at you in curiosity. “Yuta? You never call me Yuta.” He reacted immediately. 

You removed the sunglasses then dropped it on the sand below. “I know.” You said in a soft voice. “Do you have regrets marrying me, Yuta?” Once again, he stared at you in question. “You’ve been ignoring me since we landed here.” 

“Can I?” He gestured to the hammock and you scooted to the side to give him some room. You realized how big the hammock is that you and Yuta fit inside but the space is so small that you’re almost touching him which you are a little bit scared of. You still don’t know why Yuta is like this yet the distance is taunting you to touch him. He’s so warm and smelled like his sweat and sun combined, an addicting smell. “I’m sorry.” 

Surprise was an understatement of what you feel right now. Why is he apologizing? Is he really breaking up with you? Like this? Here? "Wait, why are you crying?" He asked in panic and that's when you realized that the tears were already falling from your eyes. He wiped them away and the distance between you got closer. "Are you hurt, baby?" 

“You were ignoring me.” You whined, lightly pushing him that caused the hammock to rock. “Do you not love me anymore?” 

Yuta pulled you closer, hugging you tight in his arms. You even felt him heave a sigh and heard his heart beating wildly in his chest. “It’s not that. I’m scared.” That confused you. Scared of what? “When we landed here, it fully sink in that you’re indeed mine and it scared me.” 

You stared at him in question, not really getting what he meant. A blush tinted his cheeks and you found him cute at the moment especially when he smiled lovingly at you. “God, you are so pretty.” he complimented. After a day of ignoring you, he’ll just say those words at you? He kissed your forehead before his words startled you, “I want to put a baby inside you.” 

What did he say? You lightly pushed him, looking at him in surprise and confusion. You just imagined that right? “You wanted what?” 

“I want to put a baby inside you. I want to see you pregnant, with a bulging stomach.” What? Is he crazy? “See? You think it’s weird as well. That’s why I try my best to avoid you but you make it impossible.” He’s scared because of that? “I don’t even know if I can control myself in front of you.” 

Yuta had always been a gentleman, never pushing you for something you’re uncomfortable of. It was the reason why you never went past steamy make-outs and fondling. But now, your sweet boyfriend is saying that he wants to impregnate you. How can that sound so hot? “Is that the reason why you wanted me to call you daddy?” 

He groaned, leaning his forehead against yours. “Don’t,” he warned but you chuckled at that, any sign of you crying earlier already wiped out of your face. You angled your body to face him, draping your leg on his and feeling the hardness on his crotch. You raised an eyebrow and he smiled shyly. You kissed the tip of his nose then his red lips, licking yours when you pulled out.  

Your husband pulled you closer, hand caressing your back as he slipped his tongue inside your mouth. Yuta is an amazing kisser, you can testify to that. But he was needier, more passionate that a moan escaped your lips. “Let’s go inside…” 

But he took your make-shift pillow, covering the scarf on your body. “Just close your eyes and let me make you feel good.” You obeyed him as he pulled the top of your sundress down, exposing your breasts under the thin scarf. He started grabbing your breast with his large hands, his fingers pinching your nipple. Your breathing shallowed at the pleasure it sent to your body. 

When you heard sounds coming your way, the pleasure grew stronger and a whimper escaped your lips. His hand left your breasts as you felt it slither up your thigh and under the skirt of your sundress. “Yuta.” You called but he shushed you up. This is too risky, so dangerous. But you’re loving it. His fingers slipped inside your underwear, lightly touching your sensitive clit. He started pushing his index finger on your clit that you held on his muscular arms. 

Yuta slipped a finger inside you and you bit your lip to prevent a sound from escaping your mouth. “Good?” You nodded, eyes still closed and tasting iron in your mouth. He inserted another finger and you bucked your lips in pleasure. Your nails scratched the muscles protruding on his arms, your hands gliding down following the veins of his arms. Another finger and whimpers started coming out of your mouth. 

You started riding his fingers, thankful that he’s lightly rocking the hammock to hide your actions. In plain view, you must have looked like a couple sleeping together but a closer look would know that something is happening under the thin cloth. You can hear sounds of footsteps and voices passing the two of you, even hearing Yuta greet some of them as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. 

You called for his name but he only chuckled. “You are so wet for me baby,” he whispered while curling his fingers inside your core that made you choke a scream. “My fingers are sinking inside you. How lovely would my cock feel if you’re wet like this?” You can feel his hardness rubbing against your thigh that you desperately wanted to feel him inside you. 

Your body felt like it was on fire, from the warm hot tropical sun to the way your husband touches you. His thumb did circles in your clit, eliciting a moan from you. Then you felt it, the need to pee. But Yuta’s fingers inside you are so good that you don’t want it to stop. His lips swallowed your screams as fluid started pouring out of your core, his fingers thrusting into you as if wanting you to release everything. It’s a different feeling than when you touch yourself, a mind-blowing orgasm.

Yuta chuckled as you tried to regulate your breathing, coming down from your high. “Are you alright?” He asked then kissed your cheek. You wanted to rub that cockiness in his face. How dare he smirk like that after wrecking you like this? 

You lightly glance around, a handful of tourists walking around and they're not even giving you attention. "Can I touch you, Yuta?" He chuckled before nodding as you slipped your hand inside his shorts, feeling his hard-on. A soft moan escaped his lips when you started jerking his cock. Your index finger grazed the tip of his cock, making the guy jerk his hip upward. "Am I hurting you?" 

"No." he said in a breathless state, "Keep doing that." He hissed under his breath as you glided your finger up and down to the protruding veins of his cock. Your hand fisted on his rod that made your eyes widened in surprise, he's big. Will it fit you? Yuta's eyes were closed and strings of 'fuck' and 'yes' can be heard slipping past his mouth. "Faster." You obeyed, his thrusts meeting your hand halfway. Liquid oozed from the tip followed by a throaty moan from him. 

"Are you alright?" You asked, copying the same tone he had earlier. 

Yuta smirked, kissing your forehead. "Let's get inside and clean up." You pouted. And you thought you could have this intimacy with him. "Or you can just wear that red bikini again and I won't stop cumming inside you until your belly is swollen." 

A smirk escaped your lips as he helped you down the hammock. "I like the latter."