#anon requested

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Write the wandanat smut... for the sake of my mental sake I need your brilliantness (only write it if you want to)

Mommy’s toys 18+

*Authors note~ this one lives in my brain rent free. I’m so excited to give this idea from @wandaslittlebird and put my own spin on it. Also having a rough day so I had to reach into my wips to finish this off. *

Trigger warnings~ voyeur dom! Wanda dom! Nat x sub reader, voyeurism (new kink) edging, oral, strap on, sex toys, daddy Nat, mommy Wanda , degrading kink, praise if you squint?

Prompts~ see ask^^^^

Stumbling across voyeurism was never meant to affect Wanda this much. So much so it’s all she can think about. She knew her girlfriends would never be against trying something new in the bedroom but the possibility that Natasha or yourself might dislike this new found desire of hers still unsettled her. Wanda loved to play with you, that’s a given but something about having the power at her fingertips to control your pleasure just makes her feral. Focusing purely on watching every little movement as your pleasured by Nat under her commands. Even just thinking about it riles her up. That accidental discovery planting its strong roots of desire within Wanda refusing to let go.

Natahsa was the first one to notice the change in the witch. Subtle but to her trained senses she couldn’t miss it, you however remained oblivious. With you on a mission Natasha had the perfect chance to sit down with Wanda and discuss what was so evidently on her mind these days. Wanda couldn’t help but be relieved when Nat listened and even reminded her how much you love being guided through masturbation while they are out on missions. Neither you or Natasha would shame Wanda for wanting to explore and try something new. And it was from there that your loving wives hatched a plan to bring the desire to fruition.

Unknowingly you fell into their trap. Days stretching on where they let bratty comments slide, lulling you into a false sense of security. You continued to get bolder with each passing day, testing the carfully arranged boundaries in order to gain a slither of their attention. Both of your wives continued to ignore your bratty behaviour until Nat was called for a last minute intel mission. Wanda couldn’t help but give into her dominant side. Natasha would understand if she got you ready for the evening.

“Mommy” you whined again for fifth time in quarter of an hour. “Fine” you huffed at the silence that followed, “perhaps Carol would want me.” It was a low blow, you knew that. Wanda and Natasha are very protective of you, both having high levels of jealousy and dominance. “Brat” was all Wanda muttered in response before her magic reached out to restrain you. Red whips wrapping around your torso with a practiced ease. “Mommy! Let me go” you squealed in response with flailing limbs fighting against her tight magical hold.

“No.” A simple statement. One you weren’t expecting due to the previous comments being ignored. “Daddy” you whimpered pathetically continuing to squirm as her forest green eyes raked over your bound figure as she returned to your shared room. “Don’t daddy her dekta, you’ve been practically begging for this for days now, and now what do you say Nat, want to play with our brat?”

Magic provided the ease for Wanda to strip you bare with her mind and bind you to the bed. Fully on show for your lovers as the paid you no mind, wrapped in each others arms, lips entwining as you helplessly watched. “Welcome home Dekta” Wanda mumbled against Natasha’s lips, nimble fingers stripping her from her suit with a practiced ease. The way she would run her hands over the newly exposed skin was driving you wild. You want to touch! “Share mommy” you pouted before you even realised what you said. The pathetic whimper gained you a slither of attention as Wanda commanded Nat to shut you up.

Heaven. The way she plunged her skilled tongue into your aching core, the skill she had to trace intricate patterns on your throbbing clit always amazed you, her strong grip pinning your thighs open, allowing her to reacher deeper within you. Your slick covering her lower face as she ate you out like a starved animal. “Stop” Wanda demanded when your thoughts of cumming on her tongue got too loud. You weren’t to come till she said so. The annoyed whine you let loose when the red head removed herself from your aching cunt was magical. She should’ve recorded it.

“Here, use this on her, don’t let her come Dekta, I’ll reward my good girl if you can do this for me” Wanda murmured, handing Nat your favourite vibrating toy before bringing her in for another kiss, moaning as the taste of you seeped into the kiss before removing herself to sit on the chair on the other side of the room. “Put a show on for me baby. Show mommy how badly you want to come.”

Natasha is a skilled lover. There’s no doubt about it. The way she works you up so perfectly only to rip the pleasure away at the perfect time is maddening. Truly. The sounds clawing their way from your throat as you fought the magical bindings didn’t seem human. All while feeling the witches intense gaze on you. The way she was clearly taking in every little detail. If you had the upper hand you maybe would’ve commented she should take a picture. It would last longer. But right now the only thing you knew was the feeling of the vibration assaulting your puffy clit. “Please daddy! I wanna cum for you. Please daddy feel so good” you mewled feeling the beautiful pain of being on the edge once more. You just needed a bit more. A firm press of the toy would do. Only for the red head to remove everything instantly. “Fuck sake!” You practically screamed with frustration. This isn’t fair.

You couldn’t help but whine in frustration when you heard wands chuckling to herself and praising Natasha for a job well done .”Poor baby.” Wanda cooed teasingly, “Do you want daddy's cock, baby? Do you think you're ready for daddy to fuck you?" It didn’t occur to you, Natasha was being incredibly submissive to the witch, maybe you would’ve if your mind wasn’t clouded by the denial bestowed on you. “Hmm, I'll think I'll have daddy use the purple strap. The one with the- what did you call them- the 'mean ridges'? The ones that scrap against your special spot so perfectly?" Well you were fucked.

“And I think I want you on the bed just like this, on your hands and knees. I wanna watch those pretty little tears run down your face while daddy fucks you." Wanda freed your limbs before coming to position you where she wanted you, Nat seemingly following the instructions and began to strap up. The pure power play of Wanda being the only party clothed was certainly noted on your part. But the second you tried to pull at her shirt, she tutted at you like a disobedient puppy. “Leave it” was all she offered you before returning back to her seat, admiring your position as your chest heaved trying to calm down properly. She’d never seen you so riled up before from only one of them touching you.

“And don't even think about letting your arms give out. If can't see your pretty face, I'm gonna make daddy stop, understand?" She threatened as your arms began to shake with the weight of holding your body weight battling your desperation. “Wands, she’s leaking on the sheets” nat murmured eyes glued to your leaking pussy as she moved to find her place in Wanda’s scene fully strapped up. “Because she is a desperate whore for us Natty. Were you good for me? Hmm or do I need to check you set up right?” Being on show like this and being ignored wasn’t your favourite way to spend your time but if anything was clear, you were better to play along than fight back. “Did everything you asked Mommy” Nat teased back chuckling when you whined at the title.

“Go on Dekta, make her cry for me. Let mommy see her toys playing perfectly together.” Your new position allowed you to gaze into wands eyes as Nat pushed into your eager cunt. You couldn’t help but whimper, “daddy,” at the stretch she created. “Fuck so pretty, taking me so well Dekta” Natasha murmured appreciatively, eyes glued to watching you drag her deeper inside. “Please” you practically sobbed, desperate for more. Anything. Yet no matter how much you pleaded with her to move, Natasha waited for Wanda to demand it.

“Such a desperate slut, you haven’t worked out what’s going have you darling? Daddy won’t listen to you, she’s my toy who’s using my other toy for me. So be a good girl and take what we give you” Wanda muttered before nodding to her other lover. The way she slowly pulled out so just the tip of the faux cock was inside of your greedy little hole before slamming back into your warmth. “Oh Natty keep going our dumb little slut likes it rough” Wanda called chuckling as your mouth fell open into an “O” shape. The way her hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises as she drilled herself into you almost distracted you from watching Wanda’s hand sneak into the waist band of her trousers. Almost.

It didn’t take long for the pace to drive you insane, moaning like a common whore your arms gave out. “Out” she demanded and Natasha complied slipping from your messy cunt. “No no no! I’m sorry please no mommy” you sobbed struggling to push yourself back into position. Tears streaming down your cheeks at the continued denial. “Cry for me Dekta. So pretty when you cry for mommy. I did warn you. Cause a dumb little bitch can’t listen when she needs to be fucked dumb.”

This time there was no warning as she plunged into your core again, instantly falling back into her ruthless pace. You trained your gaze on Wanda, determined to follow her desire and enjoy the show. Your tears started to mingle with the slight drool leaving your mouth as you were pushed to the edge for whatever number it was tonight. “Please oh god mommy please make daddy make me cum. Wanna cum for mommy please” you sobbed, desperately wishing to get what you need. The orgasm you were given was nothing short of magical, your inner walls milking the dildo for all it was worth, Natasha grunting as she fell with you, continuing to dig herself deeper into you. Wanda was next, the sight and sound of her lovers enjoying themselves caused her to fall too, hips bucking against her own fingers. “Natty stop” Wanda murmured, taking in your absolutely spent body. The way you collapsed after riding the pleasurable waves was rather comical. “Want more” Nat grunted practically sulking as she slipped from your core, cock thickly coated in your slick. “Later, look at her Nat. She’s throughly fucked. Let her rest my love.”

Wanda gentled rolled you onto your back, stroking your sweat covered hair from your face, “can mommy clean our sweet girl up?” You knew you should reply, but all you could do is whine In response. So deep into bliss you forgot how to form words. Together your lovers worked on cleaning you up and settling in to bed, your head on Wand’s chest as Nat was the big spoon. “Good girl for us Yano that? Our best girl” was the last thing you remember hearing before sleep claimed you.

Word count~ 1884

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aaaaa!!! you opened regina requests!! i love your work sm and im so glad abt this 😭 can i request regina x fem!reader where regina's had a really bad day and she just feels insecure about her body the moment she gets home and reader comforts her and eases her worries?? basically body worship fluff (or if you wanna make it more spicy, up to you!!) i trust your brain. tysmmm <33

She will be loved

Regina George x fem! reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut. Coarse language, insecurity about body image, angst, comfort/fluff

“You can speak of anger and doubts

Your fears and freak outs and I'll hold it

You can share your so called shame filled accounts

Of times in your life and I won't judge it”

Last night, you were on the phone with Regina and something seemed off so you gave her a video call. You were right, because she told you something had happened between her and her Mom. Which unfortunately wasn’t unusual, but so infuriating because you knew what happened. It was usually one of three things— what she ate, what she wore or her grades. Of course, those were the main…quote-unquote, problems. There were always more issues in June’s opinion than meets the eye. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” 

She looks at you, then away, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. 

“Regina.” You insisted.

“No, I don’t. Not now, and not over a FaceTime call.” 

“Okay.” You agreed, “Let me know when you’re ready. If you want to, I’ll come over, or I can pick you up.” 

“Not tonight, I just— I just need to sleep this one off. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” 

The lack of a nickname addressing you at the end? This was one of her tells that she really wasn’t in the mood, or had the energy to talk. She needed alone time, to calm down and get rest. So you let her off the hook— you said good night to her and hung up. “Good night, I love you.” You said, smiling softly. She forced a smile, “Night.”

“See you tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at 7:15.” 

You were expecting school to be a little rough, and you were right. She was expecting the same too. “G, why do you always get cheese fries? The other options are not all bad.”

“Just not feeling those options, Gretch.” 

Well, it was a genuine question. The school food was great here compared to what you had at your old school. 

“Okay.” Gretchen stopped asking and went back to chatting with Karen. Meanwhile, Regina’s brows were knit together. She seemed to be thinking, but then also…started to seem like she was in distress. “Regina.” You said quietly, looking at her.

She took a deep breath, “I’m fine.” You didn’t buy it, she was already in a bit of a…bad mood after yesterday. Every little interaction like that, it only seemed to push her closer and closer to a breakdown. “I’ll be okay, y/n.” She insisted, “I got this.” No one else at the table noticed. Not Karen, not Gretchen…just you. Her voice was quivering, her eyes— shifty, and glossy. She wasn’t okay. “Do you wanna go home?”

“Home?” She bites back a scoff, “No, thanks.”

“To mine?” You clarified.

“No.” Regina shook her head, she went back to eating her food. You couldn’t help it but keep an eye on her. Why was it so damn hard for her to accept any help? To open up? To you of all people?

After lunch, there were three more classes left. You didn’t have the last two with her so you couldn’t exactly make sure she was alright. You could only hope. 

“I’ll meet you at your locker after the last bell. okay?” You pecked her cheek.

“Okay, baby.” She smiles softly, then evidently biting the inside of her cheek before she turned to leave.  You usually had no problem being away from her but when things got tough, you hated that. You would spend all day, everyday with her if you could. “Hey.” You hear Regina behind you as she tapped your shoulder. Turning around to face her, your greet, “Hi. Let’s go?”

She nodded silently as then took her hand in yours and walked out of school with her. Regina sits in the front with you, like she always does. Except she was just sitting there and staring into space— another bad thing. You had to get her out of that god awful place in her mind.

“Regina, you know this. We gotta talk about it.”

“What’s there that you don’t already know?” She asked, defeated.

You shut your bedroom door, gesturing for Regina to sit down. She does, letting out a sigh as she looked up at you. Her gaze follows you as you moved towards her and sat down in the spot beside her. “I’ll be fine, you know. Always happens, I just need to deal with it until it blows over.”

“What happened, Reg?”

She wanted to scoff but bit back, “Well, you know my mom.”

Of course.

“It’s the same thing, every time, y/n.” Regina replied through gritted teeth, the annoyance within her bubbling up to the surface. “Everytime. ‘Regina, maybe you shouldn’t wear that. It’s too tight, it doesn’t look good.’, ‘Regina, leave the cupcakes alone. You’ve had enough food for the day. We gotta watch what we eat’, ‘Regina, have you worked out today?’ I am so sick of it.”

You gazed into her eyes as she revealed all of that and more to you. “She’s been like this my whole life. Why am I still not used to it? Why am I still listening to what she says? I know it’s no good for me, but I just— I can’t stop thinking about what she’s been feeding my mind for the last eighteen years.”

You grabbed her hands and held them in yours, giving them a squeeze. Tears were starting to fall from her eyes…she was blinking profusely, trying to get rid of them, flustered. “It’s okay.” You assured. 

She shook her head, sniffling.

“Regina.” You repeated, “It’s okay. Let it out. All of it.” 

“When I was a kid, she used to make me finish my plate no matter what.” Regina exhaled shakily, “Then when I got older, I listened to my body, you know? I stopped eating when I was full but she’d tell me I was wasting food if I threw out what was left on my plate. I didn’t want her to get mad, so as pissed as I was, I finished my plate. I was pretty active, so it didn’t really affect me. Middle school, puberty happened. My body changed.” 

Wiping away her tears quickly, she continued, “And I always held more weight somehow. Well then, you know what. My eating habits got bad and I’d go days at a time without eating. Then it was the opposite. Now I’ve just been trying to heal from all of that but she’s been making it hell for me and sometimes I cannot do anything but feel like shit for a few days then get back to normal. We’ve been together almost a year, we’re off to college next year. We’re going to be adults but I’m still plagued by childhood problems. It’s ridiculous.” 

“It’s not ridiculous.” You told her, leaning down to catch her gaze, “It’s not. You’ve been putting in a lot of effort to get better and anyone would be stupid to not see that.”

“Really?” She scoffs, “Even when I have days where I literally do nothing but cry about what she’s told me years ago, or do even worse things, because of her?” 

“Yeah. Even then. It takes a lot of strength and courage to push through all that, and pick yourself back up. Which you do, every single time no matter how hard it gets.” 

Her frame seemed less tense by the time she stopped talking. With your thumb brushing over her knuckles, you said, “Regina, I need you to remember that I’ll always be here for you. Not just for the good things, for anything. Tough, sad, infuriating. Anything at all. You are not alone. I’m your partner.” 

She looks at you, tears welling up in her eyes again.

“I know it’s hard, I know why so you don’t have to keep explaining yourself. And I know it seems like I’m offering nothing but companionship. But that’s sort of what a partner is. I’m here, to keep you company. No matter what life throws at you.” 

Another deep sigh falls from her lips before she goes, “Thank you.” 

“I love you.”

A pink hue tinted her tear-stain cheek as she tried to hide a smile. “I love you so much.” You added on.

“I love you too.” She squeezed your hand in return.

“And you know I’d do anything for you.” You smiled while your hand rested on her thigh.

————

Regina tensed up slightly at that touch. A harsh exhale was heard from her as you smirked to yourself. “Anything…” Your finger traced her pale skin. You looked up, meeting her eyes once again. Regina had that look, she wanted this. She wanted you. “To prove it.” 

“Do you want me to make you feel good, hm?” Your hand relocated onto her cheek, cupping her face. Like a switch has flipped, she immediately gave in to the temptation and nodded eagerly. Her eyes closed and you leaned in to capture her lips into your own. Fleeting kisses were swiftly followed by longer kisses…ones of desire. A whine slips from her mouth in the midst, sending a rush of heat that pooled between your own thighs. You’d back her up against the headboard, she sat with her legs naturally spread open while you straddled her, your knees on either side of her hips. You hands were grabbing her face, lips having never left hers since they latched on several minutes prior.

Regina whimpers this time. You chuckled, “You want more?” It was a little amusing to see her reduced to nothing but meek little noises when under your control. You loved it though, having slightly more dominance over her than typical. And well? She loves being beneath you, that’s for sure. Her head rolls back on reflex, inviting you to work her neck over. And expectedly, when you’ve hit a certain little spot, you’ve earned your first moan. Smiling to yourself, you continued your action until she got louder and squirmier. “Fuck.” She cursed. 

Your hand moves down south, grabbing a handful of her breast without having to look. Regina panted, the air right by your ear tickled you and sent a shiver down your spine. 

“Take it off.” She grumbled.

“As you wish, baby.” You smirked, reaching back underneath her shirt and unclipping her bra before you detach yourself from her and removed her shirt then got the bra out of the way. Your lips resume its work along her neck, your fingers play with her tit on one hand. You tug on the teat, and she gives you a pretty high pitched moan. “Does that feel good, honey?”

“Yeah—” She says, you didn’t even let her finish that word before you pinched that hardening tip between your fingers. “Shit.” You climb off her, pulling her pants down on the way after getting a hurried nod of approval from her. Settling yourself down between her legs on the mattress, you wasted no time and ran your tongue up and down her slit. Already, she was breathing heavily and you saw her groping her own tits for more stimulation.

“Don’t be shy, now.” You chuckled, thumb moving to rub her clit at the same time your mouth worked. Regina flinches, a muffled noise comes from her. “Don’t hold back, Regina.” Your free hand massaged her thigh, “I want to hear you, baby. I wanna hear how good I’m making you feel.” 

The strokes of your tongue quickened, becoming firmer and more purposeful. Your hand on her clit then shifts and you instead slide two fingers inside her. Regina gasps, and flinches. Her leg moves out of position slightly but it remained that way, her body gradually getting overcome by increasing pleasure. You two digits pumped in and out of her at a leisurely but consistent pace, making sure you hit her g-spot everytime. That, sends a shock through her body without fail, making her head spin in pleasure. You feel her fingers combing through your hair roughly, keeping your head in place. Your brows were raised briefly but you carried on, “Fuck, right there— right there—” Regina whimpered, strained. “Don’t stop—”

“Mmkay, baby.” You hummed, keeping at this exact pace and place for awhile. You feel her wetness on your chin, but you couldn’t care less. You were lost in the moment, feeling her writhing beneath you, hearing her making all those noises for you. You were drawn to her like moths to a flame, your only priority now was making her feel good and making her come, worshipping this beautiful body of hers. Worshipping every single inch of her.

“You’re so beautiful.” Your mouth and fingers left her entirely, then you clambered back up to meet her face. “You’re my beautiful girl, aren’t you, Regina?” Brushing her cheek, you gave her a smile as you broke away from the kiss. You pulled her down carefully so she now laid on her back, you reattach your lips to the spot on her neck and started to kiss your way downwards…covering every bit of her exposed skin with a smooch. “Fuck—” She whined, “F—I need you, I need you. y/n—”

“Answer the question, Regina.”  You smirked, fondling her tits while hovering over her. She kept quiet so you grabbed at the flesh harder, forcing the lewd noises out of her mouth, followed by impatient nods, “Y—yes— yes— oh, fuck—”

“I’ll be right back.” Kissing her once more, you got off her and then the bed.

“Baby, come on.” She grumbled.

“Just getting the strap, babe.” You winked, “Be patient~”

Regina exhales exasperatedly, looking at you while you walk to your closet and put on the harness behind its door. You’ve gotten her all hot and bothered already and you were absolutely enjoying yourself at this moment. “Open up, baby.” You tapped her thigh and she did as you told her to. Dragging the tip of the shaft along her throbbing cunt, the whining and whimpering from her resumes. “Aw.” You teased, “Are you ready, darling?”

“Yes— yes— oh my God…” She swallowed thickly, nodding her head while she kept looking at you. She knew you would ask for eye contact, so she did it first. 

“Please, do it, please.” Regina pleaded desperately. 

“Oh, good girl.” You smiled cheekily, lining up the tip of the shaft with her entrance. You were swift, pushing into her before she could say anything. All you heard was a low moan when you entered her and gradually bottomed out. “You okay, baby?”

“Yeah, yeah, I am.” She replied in a whisper, unintentionally whimpering at the end. You retracted and pushed into her more forcefully, a whimper just erupts from her throat like that. Hearing her just spurs you on, you went faster and faster, plus her noises matched up with your movements. It quite literally feels as though you were ascending into a whole new dimension. The noise of both your skin hitting each other’s, combined with the wetness? Whatever it was, it was obscene and had you weak in the knees. But, you persisted. Your hand was on her knee, pushing that leg of hers up as you continued railing to her. She was babbling…curse words, your name, incoherent noises. Goddamn. Her mind was one clouded mess, miles away by now. 

When Regina’s back arched off the mattress, she exclaimed, “Oh, fuck!”

You looked at her, slightly worried, “You okay? Do you want me to stop?”

“No, no, no, no, no, no.” She gasped, “Don’t— don’t stop. That feels so fucking good, baby. Keep going— I’m so close— so close—”

“Alright~” You smiled, relieved and eager, “Don’t hold back, Regina.” You resumed your consistent motion of impaling her, watching her face contort, watching her eyes roll to the back of her head. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” She babbled in a daze. “Let it all go, Reg. Let it all go.” 

“God, you’re insane…” She panted, breathless.

“You’re the one gushing now and I’m barely doing anything anymore.” You retorted.

“God, keep going.”

“What?”

“I want more, keep going.” Her voice was airy, soft. “Keep going?”

You nodded, giving her what she wanted and completely disregarding the state of your sheets. “Oh, you’re so hot, baby.” 

“Fuck’s sake.” Regina chewed on her lower lip, “I— I need your mouth— God, fuck—”

Once again, you went along with her happily, pulling out of her then promptly diving back into her cunt, tasting every last drop of her. And yet, she just kept spilling into your mouth. At this point? You couldn’t care less if you drowned. “Damn.” You chuckled, “How far can you go?”

“Push me.” She ordered.

“Well, since you asked…” You shoved your fingers back inside her, assaulting her sensitive spot while lapping her up without complaints. 

Somehow, her pitch got higher, making you giddy. You feel her tightening around your fingers rapidly, and you kept going to push her over the edge again. She came, and she came hard. She even backed away a little, so you immediately stopped. That was it, she didn’t want more and you knew. It’d been discussed— if she backs away like that, you’d stopped.

With a tentative hand on her thigh, you shushed her, trying to help her find her breath again. “You’re okay, I got you. You’re okay.” 

She nodded, “I know, I know. Oh— my God, I love you.” Hiding her face in her hands to hide the blushing, you brushed her hands away when you crawled back up to lay down next to her. “Look at me.” You held her face in your hand, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. She does, and you continue, “I love you. sometimes your mind’s gonna try to convince you otherwise…but, I really, really do. I love you so fucking much and I never want you to forget that.” 

“After all of that? I won’t ever be able to get you out of my mind.” She jokes, her usual smirk on her face.

“I mean it. I love everything about you, every little bit of you. Just like you do me. You are perfect the way you are.” 

Regina kisses you back, snuggling closer to you. “I know you do, and I promise. No more of that ‘keeping things to myself’ next time…I’ll try my best to talk about it, with you, or with a therapist.”

“And if you ever need to get away from your house, please don’t hesitate to come over to my place. Please. Come over here yourself, or call me, or text me. Anything.” 

“Roger that.” She smiled just slightly, which turned into a smirk. “Also, you are freakishly good at whatever that was. Never came this hard in my life.”

“Well, you also did more than that, but…anything for you, eh?” Your fingers traced along her arm. Regina chuckles, “Oh, I’m just as shocked as you are. Sorry about the mess.” 

“I’m not sorry, Reg. They’re just sheets.” You laughed, rubbing her back. “You wanna take a shower? Freshen up?”

“That sounds nice, sure.” 

“Alright.” You got up first, then pulled her up, “Let’s go.” She smacks you on the ass while you walk ahead of her, entering the ensuite bathroom first. You gasped, “Regina.” 

“I think, it’s only fair that you get your turn too now.” She whispers into your ear, sending a chill down your back. “Do you want that, baby girl?”

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So…my first Regina x reader smut 🫣

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heyy, I would like to request a platonic and romantic DC mashup if that ok with you!

I'm 19 and I go by they/them, I haven't really figured out my sexuality but I like every gender. I have light brown hair, dark green eyes, really pale skin, a small nose and freckles, pretty tall (1,90m) and curvy.

my hobbies are reading, drawing and just learning random facts. My favourite book is howls moving castle, my favourite show is haikyuu and my favourite movie would be your name. I love punk rock but I do listen to every genre but my favourite band is stray kids. My favourite colour is purple. I'm russian and am fluent in russian, English and German since I live in Germany. I'm an introvert and red bull addict. I have social anxiety and ADHD.

Already thanks if you are gonna write my mashup. If not that's fine too. Also feel free to correct any mistakes!

Hello!

I would love to write you romantic and platonic matchup for DC for you!

I love DC so much!

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It usually takes me a moment to really find a romantic match for someone, but after reading your information, I instantly thought of someone!

So I hope you like them!

(Also, living in Germany? That's super cool!)

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I hope you like your matches!

Enjoy!

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Romantic and Platonic Matchups; DC

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Romantic;

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DC;

Conner Kent -

You met Conner through Tim Drake, your close friend from college.

Tim had mentioned his 'broody, sometimes grumpy but loyal' best friend before, and one day, Conner randomly appeared when you were studying together in Tim's dorm.

Conner had flown in through the window, much to your surprise, (and mild panic).

Tim, completely unfazed, just greeted him with "You're early."

Meanwhile, you were sitting there, wide-eyed, clutching your Red Bull like it was a lifeline.

"Who's the deer in headlights?" Conner teased, smirking at your startled expression.

After introductions, you quickly realized Conner was more than just a superhero - he was awkward, sarcastic, and a bit of a dork.

You made a joke about his dramatic entrance and to Tim's horror, Conner actually laughed.

That's when Conner decided he liked you.

At first, your friendship was slow but steady.

You were introverted, and Conner wasn't exactly the most social either.

But somehow, your dynamic just worked - you bonded over mutual sarcasm, deadpan humor, and chaotic ADHD energy.

You started to text a lot, mostly sharing random facts you learned, like "Did you know octopi have three hearts?" or "Cows have best friends."

Conner thought it was adorable and even started replying with his own facts.

And memes, lots of memes.

He found your love for punk rock fascinating and, despite being more of a country-rock and rock-and-roll kind of guy, actually asked for song recommendations.

He now has a few Stray Kids songs on his playlist because "You like them, so they can't be that bad."

Since you were friends with Tim, you naturally got roped into Wayne Family chaos, and Conner always made sure to stick around, just in case things got too overwhelming for you.

He noticed how social anxiety made large gatherings exhausting, so he'd sometimes pull you aside for "recharge breaks" - flying you to a rooftop where you could just sit and breathe.

Inside jokes galore!

Tim constantly sighs in exasperation whenever you and Conner get sidetracked talking about conspiracy theories.

"For the love of Gotham, focus!"

Conner found your drawings amazing, and he treasured every single one you gave him.

If you caught him staring too long at a sketch of him, he'd just awkwardly look away and pretend he wasn't totally swooning.

The shift from friendship to something more was subtle.

It started with little things - Conner offering you his jacket even when you said you weren't cold.

Him memorizing your coffee or tea order.

And the way he always seemed to position himself protectively near you in public.

One day, you were having a bad ADHD day, struggling to focus on an assignment, and Conner helped keep you grounded.

He read out your notes while gently running his fingers through your hair absentmindedly.

You had to fight the urge to melt into him.

The moment Conner realized he was in love with you?

You were talking about your favorite book, Howl's Moving Castle, and when you mentioned how much you loved Howl's 'extra, dramatic, but soft-hearted' personality, Tim snorted and said, "Oh, great, you basically just described Conner."

That made Conner go completely quiet, watching as you scolded Tim, lightly hitting his arm.

You started subconsciously mirroring each other - the way you sat, the words you used, even your habits.

Tim was sick of it.

The confession happened accidentally.

You were ranting about something (probably about an annoying professor), and Conner just... Blurted it out.

"You're really cute when you're mad."

You froze, "What?"

Conner immediately looked like he wanted to yeet himself into space.

"Uh, I mean. I think you're cute all the time. But, uh, I especially like you when you're mad. Or happy. Or just... In general."

Cue awkward silence and staring.

Then, after what felt like an eternity, you said, "That was an adorable, but terrible, confession."

"Yeah. I know."

But then, you smirked and nudged his shoulder. "Good thing I like you too."

Conner's relieved grin was so soft, and instead of saying anything, he just pulled you into a hug.

Being with Conner meant lots of simple, domestic moments.

He wasn't big on grand gestures, but he was big on consistency - always showing up, always taking care of you.

He was already fluent in Russian, but quickly grapples with German for you.

Late-night Red Bull runs, where Conner flies you to random gas stations or stores just because he knows you need your fix.

He loves cuddling.

It took a while for him to admit it, but he melts when you run your fingers through his hair.

Kisses on your forehead when you're stressed.

"I'm not letting you go to bed without something to eat."

He's so stubborn about making sure you eat.

Movie nights where he lets you pick everything.

He doesn't always get what's happening in 'Your Name,' but he loves the way your eyes light up when you talk about it and watch it.

When you're drawing, he watches in fascination and sometimes leans in really close, just to see every detail.

He would do anything for you.

If you ever had a bad day, he would drop everything just to make sure you were okay.

You ground him - on his bad days when he feels like he isn't enough, you remind him that he's not just a clone, not just a weapon - he's Conner.

And that's enough.

You bring him a sense of him he never had before.

He always has a hand on you - whether it's holding your pinky when you're walking side by side, resting his hand on your knee, or just gently tugging on your sleeve.

He remembers all of your little quirks.

The way you get lost in thought when reading, the way you bite your lip when focused - he loves it all.

"You're my favorite person."

He says it so casually, but every time, it makes your heart race.

He tries so hard to draw something for you once.

It's kind of awful.

You treasure it anyway.

Whenever he sees something purple, he thinks of you.

"Dude, you're obsessed."

"There just flowers, Tim."

"Conner, this is the third purple bouquet that you gave them this week."

"They like purple."

Protect your fiercely - not just physically, but emotionally.

If anyone ever makes you uncomfortable?

They are gone.

Fly you to see the stars on bad days.

Be your biggest supporter in everything you do.

Learn your favorite songs just to hum or lightly sing them when you can't sleep.

"'Cause when our eyes lock, it's like my heart stops~"

You help him find his place in the world.

You make him feel so loved.

You are always in his corner, no matter what.

You give him a home - one that isn't just a place, but a feeling.

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Platonic;

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DC;

Tim Drake -

You and Tim met in college, both showing up to the same advanced literature class.

You had arrived early, sitting in the back corner with a Red Bull in hand, already engrossed in your book.

Tim, equally early but looking exhausted, took the seat next to you without a second thought.

It wasn't until you muttered a sarcastic comment under your breath about the professor's overuse of the word "paradigm" that Tim smirked and responded in kind.

That was the moment he decided you were worth getting to know.

You didn't bond immediately - both of you being introverts, there was a lot of comfortable silence before you started causally exchanging book recommendations.

One day, he caught a glimpse of you sketching in the margins of your notebook - doodles of fictional characters, little concept art pieces, and even a tiny, detailed Batman sketch.

He was intrigued.

Your friendship started with shared study sessions in the library, where you two would sit in silence for hours, only occasionally muttering sarcastic remarks about your coursework or the absurdity of college life.

Tim found your ability to hyperfixate on learning random facts fascinating - sometimes you'd randomly blurt out things like, "Did you know cows have one stomach, but it is broken into four different segments?" in the middle of studying, and he'd just blink at you before filing it away in his own brain for later use.

He was the first person who truly understood your ADHD brain in an academic setting - if you got distracted or overwhelmed, he'd gently guide you back to focus without making you feel bad about it.

Since both of you are introverts, you developed an unspoken rule: no unnecessary small talk.

It was completely normal for you to just sit together in the same room, doing your own thing without feeling the need to fill the silence.

Caffeine-fueled study marathons.

You'd bring Red Bull, he'd bring coffee, and together you'd survive sleepless nights before exams.

He'd be the one reminding you to at least try to sleep though.

Music-sharing sessions.

You introduced him to Stray Kids, and while it wasn't his usual genre, he begrudgingly admitted that some of their tracks were pretty good,

In return, he'd send you deep-cut punk rock playlists that matched your vibe.

You forced him to read 'Howl's Moving Castle,' and he actually really liked it - Howl reminded him too much of some people in his life, but he wouldn't elaborate.

He, in turn, introduced you to detective novels, and you'd spend hours theorizing about plot twists together.

Since you loved learning random facts, Tim made it a game - who could find the most bizarre, obscure fact first?

It became an ongoing competition, and you'd both randomly text each other things like, "Did you know wombat poop is cube-shaped?" at odd hours of the night.

Tim was the first to notice that you and Conner had a thing before either of you even acknowledged it.

He saw the way Conner's gaze softened when you spoke, how he always seemed to find an excuse to be near you.

When you finally admitted to liking Conner, Tim's response was very flat.

"Wow. What a shock. No one saw this coming."

He acted completely indifferent but was secretly pleased because he trusted Conner to treat you right.

If anyone else had tried to date you, Tim probably would've done a full background check, but since it was Conner?

He just sent him a text saying, "If you screw this up, I'll know."

Tim was 100% behind the scenes helping Conner plan the perfect way to confess.

But, well, you know how that went.

Conner never got to use Tim's advice.

He quickly became the person you ranted to whenever Conner did something dumb but endearing.

“Tim, do you know what he did today? He tried to cook me breakfast and set off the smoke alarm.”

He got used to seeing Conner drape himself over you like an oversized golden retriever, and while he pretended to be unimpressed, deep down, he thought it was cute.

Whenever you and Conner had a minor disagreement, Tim would be the neutral party - he’d listen to both sides, then calmly say something brutally logical that made you both realize you were both being ridiculous.

If Conner was away for a mission, Tim made sure you weren’t lonely, even if it just meant sitting with you in silence while you both read or drew.

He always remembers your favorite drinks and snacks.

If you’re having a bad day, he’ll show up with a Red Bull and a pastry, no questions asked.

If your ADHD made it hard to remember important deadlines, he’d subtly remind you without making you feel bad about it.

“Hey, didn’t you have an assignment due next week? Want help planning it out?”

He’s your low-key bodyguard in social settings if Conner's not there.

If he sees you getting overwhelmed at a party or event, he’ll casually swoop in with an excuse to leave.

He never forces you into uncomfortable social interactions - if you don’t feel like talking, he gets it.

You don’t need to explain.

Since he’s a workaholic and forgets to take care of himself, you make sure he eats and sleeps properly.

Sometimes you’ll just shove a granola bar into his hand and give him a pointed look.

You doodle little sketches of him as a detective, which he pretends to roll his eyes at but secretly keeps in his notebook.

When he’s deep in a case and hasn’t slept, you’ll text him reminders like, “I will physically fight you if you don’t take a break.”

If he ever gets overwhelmed with work, you’ll just quietly sit with him.

No pressure to talk - just silent companionship to help him focus.

You and Tim have a quiet, understanding friendship.

You both respect each other’s introversion, and there’s no need for constant chatter to fill the space.

He’s not overly affectionate, but in his own way, he cares deeply - he just shows it through quiet acts of support rather than big gestures.

Your friendship is the kind that lasts a lifetime, built on mutual respect, sarcasm, and a deep, unspoken bond.

He's the best friend-brother you could ever ask for.

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WARNING OF NSFW CONTENT ─ 🔞mdni, Explicit warnings and numerous lewd descriptions. Same on 🔗AO3

Madara x FemReader, Modern AU, 2611 words 

🔗Request 7 for @beautyblueblossom

Thanks for the request, @beautyblueblossom It was fun to explore a hospital setting and shift the focus to the doctors when things took an unexpected turn... 😉✍️🔞🌚😏❤️‍🔥

By 🔗lesyarei7 - Sep 21, 2024

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The day he was had been long and tiring for Madara, a 28-year-old man who had made an appointment for a male health checkup and a visit to the urologist. He had missed his previous checkup a few years ago, which was the reason for his current visit. Despite feeling fine, he wanted to ensure everything was in working order. Anxious thoughts swirled in his mind as he waited for his appointment, wondering if something might be wrong.

Earlier that morning, he had gone to the hospital for initial tests, but more would come during his visit with the urologist. In preparation for the appointment, he had been instructed to abstain from sex and any ejaculation-inducing activities for 4 days, as well as avoiding alcohol, caffeine, and drugs.

As the last patient of the day at the doctor's office, Madara's appointment was scheduled for 5:30 pm. 

"Please, do come in, Uchiha Madara." The doctor stepped away from the door and motioned for Madara to enter. She was clad in a pristine white lab coat, her long hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. 

Madara, who had expected to see a man, was taken aback by the sight of this woman before him. He remembered making an appointment with a male specialist, so he was surprised to see her instead. "I apologize if you were expecting my colleague," she explained, her voice soft and professional. "He had an emergency and I am filling in for him today." 

"I perceive," Madara muttered, his eyes scanning over her figure as she led him to a private room. He couldn't help but notice how her robe revealed just a hint of cleavage, causing a slight unease within him. "This should only take a moment," she assured him as she took his medical history. Though he tried to focus on the questions she asked, his mind kept wandering back to the unexpected beauty of the medic standing before him.

Before the examination begins, I must ask you some questions to better understand your current health. 

Are you experiencing any issues with achieving or maintaining erections? Does ejaculation cause any discomfort?

Madara's response was firm and unwavering. "No," he replied.

"Moving on, do you have any pain during sexual activity or any other sexual dysfunction?"

Again, Madara shook his head.

"Have you been feeling any pain in your lower abdomen, pelvic area, or genitals?" You prodded further. 

As you continued with the questioning, you turned to inquire about lifestyle factors. "Do you smoke, drink alcohol, or use recreational drugs?"

Madara hesitated for a moment before admitting, "I occasionally drink alcohol." You made a note of this information before moving on to ask about diet and exercise habits.

"Do you experience a lot of stress in your daily life?" You probed further.

"It varies," Madara responded. "It depends on my work schedule."

"Got it," You nodded understandingly. "Based on your previous medical tests, everything looks normal so far. However, I will need to conduct an examination now." With that, you put on a pair of gloves and asked Madara to remove his lower clothing for the examination.

He unbuttons his pants, sliding them off and revealing his perfectly toned physique through the open buttons of his shirt.

Your eyes greedily took in his build, unable to tear away from the perfection in front of you. But you snapped out of it, reminding yourself to remain professional. What's wrong with me, you thought, trying to push aside the cravings that had been building up since your last relationship ended.

"Before we proceed, is it alright if I begin the physical examination?" you asked, your voice steady.

Madara met your gaze, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "Go ahead," he said with a smirk, his tone casual but confirming his agreement.

With a determined focus, you examined him rectally, confirming everything was normal before moving on to the rest of his body. As you ran your hands over his abdomen, you couldn't help but admire the defined muscles beneath your fingertips. Madara smirked at your obvious admiration, causing a surge of heat between your legs. His gaze was electric — dangerous — and you knew you were losing control. You bit your lip, struggling to maintain composure as your thoughts wander where they shouldn’t. This wasn’t right, but the heat between you two was undeniable, growing stronger by the second.

"Is this really part of the examination?" He leads on, his eyes darkening with lust as your hands wander over his shape. You found yourself caught between professionalism and yearning as the words hung in the air, thick with tension.

"Are you comfortable continuing like this? I need to be sure before we take this further," you murmured, your voice soft but serious.

Madara’s eyes darkened, his smirk widening."I wouldn’t still be here if I wasn't."

You try to maintain a professional demeanor as you continue to examine his penis, scrotum, and testicles. Despite your best efforts, the warmth of his skin beneath your gloved fingers stirs something deeper, an urge you cannot resist. But as you touch Madara, causing him to close his eyes in arousal, it becomes increasingly difficult to resist the temptation burning between the two of you. Your hands moved with practiced precision, but your mind was far from the sterile professionalism you were supposed to maintain. Your gloved fingers glided across his heated rind, the latex creating a soft rustle with each movement. His scent — a mixture of sweat and something primal — filled your senses, clouding your thoughts and making it harder to maintain the clinical detachment you should have. The sight of Madara — so strong, so composed — was making it difficult to concentrate. A voice in the back of your mind screamed for restraint, but the overwhelming pull of him — the heat radiating from his body, the way his muscles flexed under your fingers — was too much. You knew this was wrong, but at this moment, you didn’t care. Heat pooled low in your belly, and you chastised yourself for letting your thoughts wander. Focus, you mentally commanded, but as your fingers brushed against his skin, the electric connection between you only intensified.

Madara's dick was a thick and impressive sight, its length becoming fully engorged from your actions. Every vein and curve stood out in stark relief, tempting you to run your fingers along its shape. As you caressed him, you could feel your own body responding with pulsing need. His hardness grew even more at your touch, and you couldn't help but admire the powerful effect you had on him. Your pussy throbbed with hunger as you watched him grow harder from your pleasuring.

Madara’s jaw clenched, his gaze following your every move. "I thought this was supposed to be a medical exam," he taunted, his voice dripping with unspoken urge. You met his gaze, a sly smile tugging at your lips. "It is," you replied, your tone playful yet challenging. "But I’ve found… certain methods can be very effective." His smirk widened, and you could feel the tension building, thick and heady in the air.

His breaths grew heavier and more labored, a visible sign of his arousal and frustration. You smirked at him, knowing full well the effect you were having on him. Your voice steady despite the way your pulse quickened, - "It's time to collect a sample of semen for overall sperm health tests," you stated matter-of-factly, hoping he wouldn't mind. But even if he did, it was too late now. You had given him a hard-on with your tantalizing words and now you intended to follow through on your intentions as his doc. Madara raises an eyebrow, but the hint of a smirk betrays his willingness. "I see," he drawled, leaning in just enough to make the space between you feel smaller, more intimate. "And how do you plan on collecting that sample, Doctor?"

"I will gather a sample of semen in the most enjoyable manner possible..." You take hold of his shaft and show him your preferred method.

"Let’s see how skilled you are." Uchiha huffed, clearly taken aback by your bold behavior. His eyes locked with yours, and for a moment, everything hung in the balance. He could walk away, but instead, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear.

"Is this really what you want?" he asked, his voice a low growl. You met his gaze and nodded, desire thrumming through your veins. 

"Asking me to continue?" you inquired, almost challenging you.

He met your gaze confidently and nodded. "Yes," his breath ragged. "You know exactly what I need, don’t you?" Madara's voice dripped with fire, and there was no mistaking the challenge in his gaze. You met it head-on, a wicked smile curving your lips. "I do," you whispered, your hand tightening around him. A mischievous glint lit up in your eyes as you studied him. "It's not easy abstaining from sex for four days, is it?" you taunted, fully aware of the struggle he must be going through.

"I will help you out. We both will help ourselves," you added, enjoying teasing him even further. With a firm grip on him, you began stroking him faster, using your skilled hands to give him a handjob while sitting beside him.

As his body struggled to maintain its last shred of composure, his moans reverberated in the small room. "Ah...fuck..." he groaned, his bones tensing as pleasure washed over him.

"I am gonna cum," he warned, but you didn't slow down. Instead, you continued to jerk him off with determination until finally, with a loud gasp and shudder, he released into your hand. You couldn't help but feel satisfied with yourself as you looked at the mess in your hand before wiping it clean with a tissue. It was all part of being a good healer - taking care of your patients in every way possible.

Startled, you realize you were supposed to use Madara's seed for a test... 

"Oh fuck," Madara mutters under his breath, a bead of sweat forming on his brow as he looks at you. His gaze is intense and piercing, and you can feel your heart racing in response. "You played me well, you dirty doctor. It was never your intention to do the test." He reaches out and grabs your thigh firmly, causing you to gasp in surprise. With a swift motion, he pulls off your robe, exposing your large breasts that bounce and jiggle from the sudden movement. Your skin flushes with heat as your eyes meet, electricity crackling between you.

"Do you want this to continue?" His voice is laced with dominance and a hint of danger. "It would be best if you let me fuck you if that is true. I don't want to end up facing legal consequences for physical violence."

You're momentarily speechless, caught off guard by Madara's sudden change in demeanor. But then a wicked smirk crosses your lips as you remember the effect you have on him.

"Yes," you say boldly, meeting his gaze with confidence. "Masturbating you made me drenched... So why don't you do your own examination, Doctor Madara? Would you mind checking?"

A flicker of surprise flashes across his face before he grins, removing his shirt and undressing you completely. Your frame trembles with anticipation as he murmurs about how hot you are while sucking on your sensitive nipples.

He positions you on the table, spreading your legs wide open. At that moment, any resistance or hesitation melts away as you give yourself over to the intense pleasure that Madara can provide.

Desperately trying to stifle your moans, you feel his fingers plunging into you relentlessly. "Oh baby, struggling to keep quiet? Do you fear someone in this hospital will hear? Don't bother..." he taunts, thrusting his fingers in and out of your dripping pussy with a devilish smirk. He leans over you, smothering your mouth with a deep kiss as your anatomy convulses with pleasure. Your fingers claw at the table and his hand, while your legs shake uncontrollably and your stomach tightens with each powerful thrust. The overwhelming sensations send you into a state of pure ecstasy, your eyes rolling back and a guttural groan escaping your lips. "Good girl," he whispers in your ear before pulling away, leaving you wet and wanting once again.

As you catch your breath, you can feel his arousal growing once again - just in time for round two.

"You're driving me crazy, Doctor Y/N," Madara growls as he grinds his rock-hard erection against your throbbing muff. Your juices mingle together, creating a slick trail down your stomach as he presses harder, demanding entrance.

You begged, your voice hoarse and desperate. "Just enter me already!" 

His lips curled into a cruel smirk. "Oh, how eager," he taunted, savoring your desperation. Your cunt throbbed with need, craving his dick. 

"Please...Madara," you moaned, unable to resist any longer. "Fuck me." 

But he silenced you with a harsh command: "Hush." With one swift motion, he plunged his fingers into your mouth. You eagerly suck on them, tasting yourself as he finally enters you, filling your slick pussy and causing a wave of intense satisfaction to crash over you, your eyes rolling back in ecstasy. Pleasure shot through your shape and you grit your teeth from the sensation.

He ravaged you with a primal ferocity, his hands grabbing and squeezing your breasts as he thrust into you with reckless abandon. Your legs wrapped tightly around his bum, every movement sending waves of glee through your body. With each deep, powerful thrust, you screamed in ecstasy, your nails digging into his back.

As he neared his climax, Madara buried his face in your neck, groaning as he filled you with his hot jizz. He pulled out and released himself on your stomach with a guttural grunt.

You collapsed onto the table, completely spent and covered in sweat and cum. A satisfied smile crossed your face as you panted for breath. "That was quite the examination, Doctor Uchiha," you purred.

You grinned at him, still breathless from the intensity of it all. "Well, I suppose that was… thorough," He playfully provoked you, wiping the sweat from your brow. Madara smirked, clearly pleased with himself. "I’m nothing if not dedicated to my health," he replied, his tone playful. You laughed, shaking your head. "I'll make sure to add it to your medical record: highly recommended treatment."

He leaned over you, licking your lips and causing shivers to run down your spine. "It was my pleasure," he replied, smirking. 

"I was blown away by it," you murmured as you sat up and traced your fingers along his face. "Do you always fuck like that?"

"In response to your question, yes, I am insatiable in bed. I haven't fucked in four agonizing days. If I seemed harsh with you, filthy medico, it was due to the pent-up frustration I was experiencing."

"No, I like it a lot." You traced your fingers along his cheek, feeling a surge of lust coursing through you once more. "Perhaps we should meet again," you tempted, your fingers tracing his jaw.

Madara’s eyes glinted with amusement. "Only if you’re as eager next time," he grinned back, both of you still basking in the aftermath of intense passion.

"I am," you confirmed, your lips curving into a smile.

Grinning, he helped you clean up the mess before stealing one last kiss from your swollen lips. The intense chemistry between the two of you was undeniable - this was just the beginning of a wild and passionate affair.

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XAVIER. ꒱‎

lazy humping. ⋆ grinding yourself on him. ⋆ missionary w your legs closed. ⋆ freakydeaky. ⋆ thigh fucking. ⋆ kissing & eaing you out. ⋆ to your satisfaction. ⋆ backshots. ⋆ exhibitionism.

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taking it w no complaints. ⋆ handsy when handling you. ⋆ size kink. ⋆ using your throat to his liking. ⋆ backshots. ⋆ cute girl treatment. ⋆ chained & ruined. ⋆ had to add this in.

ZAYNE. ꒱‎

riding him in the bathtub. ⋆ tease me, baby. ⋆ clit rubs. ⋆ lingerie fucking. ⋆ late night heat. ⋆ in the shower. ⋆ undressing & stripping you down. ⋆ blowjob in cute bunny ears.

RAFAYEL. ꒱‎

stay still. ⋆ kitchen counter. ⋆ backshots & the plushies witnessing. ⋆ fucking you into the mattress. ⋆ fingering selection. ⋆ stretching your holes out for fun. ⋆ a wins a win.

[riesread]

Hiiii!! Could you write a jude x soft!reader where he believes rumours and thinks reader is cheating on him and doesn't try to hear the reader out and he's so in the moment that he doesn't think about what he's saying and kicks the reader out (they live together) , reader gets into an accident and she's in the hospital etc (REAL ANGST basically) BUT ends in FLUFF please 🙏🏻 (cuz sad endings are tooo hard to accept 😭)

Sorry Ik this was sooo so detailed 😭😭

dear anon you can read it here. hope you enjoy it!!

[v3nusxsky]

Can you please do write dom! Emily finds out that sub!reader gets turned on when Emily gets bossy and Emily's uses it to her advantage to fuck reader senseless in Emily's office.

So bossy…. I like it 18+

*Authors note~ another break from sinful souls to bring you Emily prentiss. I’m not sure how I feel about this one :( I’m going to take this opportunity to wish my lovely girlfriend @just-your-casual-nerd a very happy one year anniversary ♥️criminal minds (and our love for incredibly talented beautiful attractive women such as prentiss JJ and Larissa Weems ) brought us together and I’ve never been more grateful for anything in my life. I love you*

Trigger warnings~ sub r mommy dom! Emily strap warming, praise kink overstimulation for reader, oral on strap em loves Rs boobs more than life office sex, bossy Emily sort of free use reader oral fixation mentions

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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Your wife becoming the chief of the BAU was certainly an achievement, one you are incredibly proud of her for, but litre did you know, the change in job would do more than add to her pay packet. Being an assistant of Penelope Garcia is how you met your wife, at first you thought Emily Prentiss hated you, but after some time with JJ and Garcia convincing you to join them on girls night, you soon found out that was not the case. She wanted you, too much, and that scared the raven haired profiler. Now her wife, you can look back and laugh at how awkward you both were dancing around the attraction.

The power that woman holds not only as your wife, your dominant but now your boss too, turns out it’s a massive turn on for you. Seeing the way she commands the room had you soaking your panties embarrassingly quickly. It happened so much these days you just always packed a few pairs spare for the work day. It wasn’t your fault, she’s incredibly sexy. But you were growing tired of finding excuses to tell Garcia about why you are always running to the ladies room. But your wife, she had caught on to your extra items in your work bag, the way your pupils would dilate at team meetings and even the slight heat that would cover your cheeks and the tops of your breasts every time she was more stern. Dominance clearly did it for you no matter the context, something she could use to her advantage.

To say you and Em experiment in the bedroom would be putting it lightly, you are both kinky people with needs after all. One of your wife’s kinks happened to be free use, something you turned out to love, this kink being relatively new for you, it hadn’t came into play outside the house. Until today. Being called to her office was a usual occurrence, sometimes genuinely needing your skills, others a lunch date and even on occasions comfort after a rough meeting or case.

“Honey?” You murmured quietly as you entered her office, closing the door behind you. “Lock it” came the first demand, her stern tone sending a wave of arousal straight to your stomach, causing you to jump into action and obey. “Good girl, here now” she demanded in her authoritative tone, loving how you instantly seemed to slip into your submissive state. “Mommy?” You mumbled shyly, avoiding eye contact with her and awaited the next command.

A verbal command never came, she knew you’d safe word If you felt the need to, her strong hand came to push down on your shoulders causing you to kneel in front of the woman. “Under the desk bunny, mommy needs to use that pretty mouth of yours” the raven haired chief murmured to you, a smirk plastering itself on her lips at your enthusiastic gasp. Of course it took some effort to get in the right position, Emily utilising your distracted state to lose her trousers and free a girthy looking six inch dildo that was now strapped to her hips. Where had she hidden that this morning?

“Em” you started only be cut off by your wife, “poor girl, being all turned on at work, good job mommy noticed and can now finally put your skills to use hmm?” It sounded like a question, but you knew it wasn’t, being good for Emily meant waiting for permission to speak. Something you haven’t been given. “Now bunny, you will be my good girl and let mommy fuck your pretty mouth and then maybe I’ll take pitty on you and sort out your messy cunt” the raven haired woman commanded as she settled back in her chair allowing you access to her shaft while remaining hidden from any potential praying eyes.

Aches radiated their way through your cramped body, limbs fallen asleep as you remained pliant for your mommy. God knows how long she’d been lazily fucking your throat but it was starting to become raw with every deep thrust of her hips. Only when Emily decided she was satisfied with how far down into your submissive haze you were did she pull back smirking at your glazed over eyes and a string of spit that attached to the head of her cock and your now swollen mouth. “Oh good girl” she murmured appreciatively as she lent down to rip open your shirt, “god your beautiful baby girl, so good for me. So pretty.”

Her words seemed to muffle as you allowed her to pull you up from the desk shredding your poor excuse for tights and lace underwear exposing your cunt. The heat radiating from your core had your wife moaning happily and you gasping as the cold air hit your sensitive slit. “Mommy” you whined as you subconsciously tried to find the friction your body craved. “Shush sweet girl, I know, mommy knows. Precious bunny, you’re soaked. Warming mommys cock should be no problem right?” Her murmurs seeming to not register as she manipulated your body to the exact position she desired.

Straddling Emily Prentiss’s lap, her faux dick nestled tightly between your sopping walls, head nuzzled into her neck and breasts on full display was definitely not how you expected when you walked in here. Not that you were complaining. No. You were far too down in your subby haze to even care where you are. The only thought on your mind being to please mommy. It doesn’t matter if you cum you just want mommy satisfied. It’s one of the many things Emily adores about you.

Quite truthfully, it was a slow paperwork day in the bureau which allowed for her plan to unfold. Having you on her lap, soaking your thighs as well as hers, desperate to keep your moans quiet and not expose your situation was definitely a way to make the day more pleasant. “Pretty bunny and such a good cock warmer too. Sit up bun, mommy wants to look at these perfect tits” the way her words seem to reek of dominance caused you to whimper as you sat up. “Oh, mommy’s favourite white lace bra today hmm? Gods bunny you’re so perfect for me. Prettiest thing for mommy to use.”

Less than thirty minutes in, you were rocking your hips into hers, lips lazily sucking on the junction between her neck and shoulder. Needy. You’d definitely marked your mommy, not that she minded at all, but getting you off was not the main purpose of this. A slap the tops of your breasts seemed to halt any movement, “behave bunny, mommys working now.” If you were more coherent you wouldn’t protested, but your body is beginning to lose the fight against exhaustion and need. “Please mommy, so sticky! Please help me mommy. I need you to.” You whimpered pathetically causing the other woman to grab your hair into a make shift ponytail before yanking you off the faux cock and throwing you over her desk.

“Just couldn’t behave and wait could you? Never seem to follow mommys orders so I guess you need a lesson. I don’t want to hear a peep out of you unless it’s checking in or safewords. Do you understand little girl” she practically snarled at you while teasing your messy cunt with the soaked strap. A hard smack to the globes of your arse remind you that you hadn’t replied. “I understand” you mumbled guilt soaking the words, you’d failed to make mommy happy, “I’m sorry.”

You couldn’t help the squeak of protest as you felt her enter your red puffy pussy, with how oversensitive your poor abused hole was feeling you knew staying quiet would be extremely difficult. “Shut up and take what mommy gives you. My own personal bunny to fuck whenever I want. However I want.” She grunted in between harsh thrusts of her hips, causing your body to slam into her desk repeatedly. You’d definitely have bruises.

As predicted with her spewing words in between her thrusts you were struggling to keep quiet, frantically searching through bleary eyes for something to put in your mouth. Obviously the profiler part of your wife noticed and ever so kindly lent over your body to shove her fingers into your awaiting mouth. “Pretty girl just needs to suckle on mommys fingers hmm? God I love your pretty pussy baby. Mommy loves you so much baby girl” she groaned as she came again causing you to also come with her. You’d be lying if you said you kept track of how many orgasms she’d given you over the table as well as warming her strap before she finally gentled pulled out and started aftercare.

The strap now hidden in her draw she yanked the blanket off the back of her chair, gently settled you In the chair before unlocking the door and setting you on her lap. Instantly your body turned to snuggle into the older woman, blanket wrapped around you causing you to sigh contentedly. “So good for me sweet girl, rest my love, I’m right here then we will go clean up and head home to have a nice bath hmm?” She whispered before trailing off to hum the same tune she did when your nightmares plagued your sleep. You drifted off to your slumber in the arms of the woman you love, safe and content and throughly satisfied.

Word count~ 1970

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[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hellooo! hoping i'm getting this in time for your matchup requests ^_^

19, 5'3 in height, she/her, bisexual with a lean for men. i have a slightly grown out buzzcut that is dyed brown, i also have 8 face piercings including a stretched septum, green eyes, ghostly white pale skin ( 😭 genuinely no other way to put just how pale i am tbh ) with a ton of orangey freckles on my arms, shoulders, and face.

My hobbies consist of writing, doing professional rhythm roller skating, and i work for an in house bakery. My aesthetic definitely leans more towards metalhead/emo and i listen to lots of music but generally listen to more 70-90's throwbacks or ... metal music, duh.

i'd like to be matched up from Supernatural, Stranger Things, and BNHA if you could ^_^

your works are lovely and i hope to see what you have for me! -🪦

Hi!!!

Professional rhythm roller skating!? Super cool!

I really had a jam with this one!

So, I hope you like your matchups!

Sorry, it's a bit late. :)

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Romantic Matchups; Supernatural, Stranger Things, and My Hero Academia

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Romantic;

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Supernatural;

Crowley -

You were introduced to Crowley through Sam and Dean.

However, they didn't want you to ever meet him.

But it was only a matter of time before you would meet the King of Hell.

You were tagging along on the hunt, using your skills to help them out as a backup.

From the moment Crowley laid eyes on you, he was intrigued - not just by your skills but by the way you carried yourself.

He noticed the slight but sharp confidence in your demeanor and the way you balanced sarcasm and warmth effortlessly.

When Sam and Dean weren’t around, he’d often find reasons to chat with you, and it was clear he didn’t mind the occasional “assistance” you’d offer, even if he would never admit it out loud.

You and Crowley began by keeping your interactions light, teasing each other whenever you crossed paths.

You’d throw out witty comments or sarcastic remarks, and Crowley would respond in kind, a smirk playing at his lips.

Over time, those little moments turned into actual conversations, ones that ranged from hilarious banter to surprisingly deep topics.

Crowley started to take a personal interest in your safety during hunts - he might act aloof about it, but you could always count on him to subtly make sure you weren’t walking into a trap.

And did he give you a hellhound? Yeah...

When you’d get caught up in a particularly dangerous situation, Crowley would always be the first to step in and ensure your safety, though he would never admit that he did anything when you asked him who magically stopped a vampire from biting you.

You both quickly became comfortable with each other, finding a surprising amount of trust and comfort in the other’s presence.

Even when you’d joke about him being a demon, Crowley couldn’t help but feel a flicker of admiration for your wit and courage.

I mean, regular people wouldn't just tease him.

But you weren't just some other human... Not to him...

At first, it seemed like the two of you would always be friends - casual, sarcastic, and witty with the occasional moment of unexpected depth.

But over time, Crowley’s feelings began to change.

He noticed the way you smiled when you caught him off guard with your humor, or how his face would oddly feel warm sometimes when you'd smile at him, because of him.

He wouldn’t admit it, of course.

Instead, he’d try to keep it under wraps, brushing it off as ‘just another human emotion.’

Ew, feelings...

The turning point came when you were hurt during a hunt, and Crowley showed more concern than he ever would have before.

You saw through his usual façade and the way he hesitated before helping you made something in your chest flutter.

You realized then that your own feelings had shifted too - what started as a friendship had blossomed into something much deeper.

Crowley wasn’t one to wear his emotions on his sleeve.

So, when the time came for him to finally confess, it wasn’t some grand speech.

It was a quiet moment, with just the two of you sitting in the Impala after a hunt, the hum of the engine filling the silence.

He glanced over at you and, in a tone that was just a little softer than usual, muttered, “You’ve made me soft, you know that?”

You raised an eyebrow, turning to face him.

He sighed and added, “I care about you more than I’d like to admit.” His usual smirk returned, but it was more genuine this time. “And I’d rather like to have a Queen of Hell.”

Once Crowley realized his feelings were real, he didn’t waste any time.

He would still be his devilishly charming self, but there was something more sincere behind every look he gave you.

He’d show up with small gestures - maybe an extravagant bottle of your favorite drink he’d ‘acquired’ or a rare book he knew you’d enjoy.

But it wasn’t just about the material gifts.

The way he’d look at you when you weren’t paying attention or the way his hand would brush yours after a hunt was his own subtle way of saying, “I’m here."

Your relationship would have a dynamic of playful teasing, quiet moments of shared understanding, and mutual respect.

Crowley would take care of you in ways that were unique to him - keeping you safe during hunts, making sure you were always protected, and showing up when you least expected him to, just to check on you.

In return, you’d offer him your honesty, always knowing he needed someone who wouldn’t judge him but would still call him out when needed.

You both would enjoy cozy evenings in, maybe sipping your favorite drink and playing chess, or you’d let him steal your sketches.

Crowley would often drag you into the occasional “off-the-record” meetings.

He would crown you as his Queen of Hell.

You get a crown and everything.

All the hellhounds.

You named one 'Fluffy.'

He’d enjoy showing off his more protective side, and you’d love to mess with him by teasing him about it.

"Awe, you do care!"

"Oi, shut up."

~~~

Stranger Things;

Eddie Munson -

You were roller skating at the local rink one early evening, almost at sunset, enjoying the cool breeze and music from your Cassette player.

Eddie Munson had been watching the teens around the perimeter.

Because, for some reason, the kids wanted to do DnD outside.

And the rink had fewer parents and annoying and judgemental people.

He missed his throne...

But, Eddie was eyeing you for a while.

He was immediately taken by how confident and carefree you looked, the way you skated with such ease and grace.

Doing little tricks and stuff.

You caught his gaze as you twirled around, and when you playfully sped up to show off, Eddie couldn’t help but challenge you to a race.

Why?

He didn't have skates?

A skater VS runner.

At first, he thought it was going to be some typical silly contest, but obviously, you were faster since you were in skates.

Eddie can't run that fast.

You both ended up talking afterward, and he discovered that you were just as into metal music as he was.

What else did he think you were listening to with your headphones?

From that moment, a strong friendship blossomed, rooted in shared music tastes and mutual respect.

Eddie loved spending time with you at the roller rink, and as your friendship deepened, so did your late-night hangouts.

You’d both be up for hours talking about your favorite bands, hanging around the park, or just jamming out in Eddie’s trailer, listening to everything from Metallica to Black Sabbath.

Mostly just Metallica.

Cause that's music.

Eddie admired your strength and your ability to speak your mind without fear, and he quickly became one of your biggest supporters.

Whether you were at the rink, on the couch, or at a concert together, you always felt comfortable around him.

He was a bit of an open book - wild, eccentric, and always willing to be goofy around you.

You also shared a love of writing and creativity, and Eddie loved reading your short stories, offering you feedback in his signature “loud and passionate” style.

Over time, Eddie began to notice how his feelings for you were shifting.

It started with the little things - like how his heart raced when you laughed at his jokes or how he couldn’t stop looking at you when you skated by.

He’d brush it off, thinking it was just a passing infatuation, but it became more than that.

Every time he’d find himself lingering a little longer around you, getting lost in your conversations, or holding onto every word you’d say, he knew something had changed.

It happened one night when you were both sitting on the couch, just the two of you, watching an old horror movie.

Frankenstein.

Eddie had been quiet for a while, his hand resting beside yours on the couch cushion.

Without thinking, he reached out and took your hand in his, squeezing it gently.

His heart skipped a beat when you didn’t pull away, but instead, you gave him a soft, knowing smile.

“Eddie,” You said softly, breaking the silence. “What’s going on in that head of yours? You gettin' scared?”

He hesitated for a moment, then looked at you, his expression more vulnerable than you’d ever seen. “The movie is not why I'm scared. I think I like you. A lot. More than a friend, actually.”

You were shocked, "I feel the same..." But that knowing smile reappeared, "But are you sure you're not scared?"

Eddie rolled his eyes, "Ugh, I hate you." Groaning dramatically, and letting his head fall into your lap.

"Mmm, from what you just confessed, I'd beg to differ."

From there, your relationship grew into something special.

Eddie was surprisingly romantic - he might not always show it, but the way he’d leave little notes for you in his music sheets, or the way he’d surprise you with your favorite band’s merch, told you everything you needed to know.

His love language was all about sharing moments of creativity with you, like writing songs together or improvising riffs while you skated.

He adored seeing you smile and laugh, and he’d make it his mission to do just that - whether it was through a cheesy pick-up line or by surprising you with a spontaneous roller skating date.

Yes, he'd skate for you.

Or at least try...

He holds your hand with a death grip.

Your connection was rooted in a deep friendship, but the love between you two felt like it had always been there.

~~~

My Hero Academia;

Dabi -

You were both on opposite sides of a tense situation - Dabi, a member of the League of Villains, and you, an unknown force trying to take down his group.

You clashed a few times, and though you hated his guts, you couldn’t help but feel drawn to his cynicism and dark humor.

It was only a matter of time before your paths collided again - this time, face-to-face, in a far less hostile situation.

He might’ve been trying to burn you alive, but you somehow managed to talk your way out of it.

Go you!

The two of you clashed with words more than anything.

His sharp, cutting sarcasm clashed against your unyielding spirit.

You started to realize that there was something more behind his angry exterior, but you refused to admit it to yourself.

Over time, you found yourself working against him more often, but you couldn’t deny the intense pull you felt when you two were in the same room.

He had a knack for making your heart race - not from fear, but from the complexity of his presence.

Dabi would occasionally find a reason to strike up conversations with you, whether it was mocking your lack of fear or pushing you to show what you were really made of.

You knew he wasn’t the kind of person to trust, but somehow, in the midst of all the fighting, you’d seen little moments of vulnerability in him - when his guard would slip just a fraction.

He was a dangerous man, but there was something raw and honest about his pain that you couldn’t ignore.

The confession came in a battle, of all places.

You were both on opposing sides and in the heat of the moment, after the dust had settled, Dabi simply turned to you and muttered, “You think you’re the only one who’s messed up? I don’t give a damn about anyone else, but there’s something about you…”

Before you could respond, he grinned darkly and added, “I’m not good for you, you know that, right?”

And yet, the way he said it didn’t sound like a threat - it sounded like a confession, like he was trying to convince himself more than anything.

Your relationship with Dabi would be complicated, messy, and intense.

He wasn’t the type to show affection the conventional way, but his actions spoke louder than words.

When you were in danger, Dabi would always find a way to get to you first - whether it was to save you from a fight or to drag you out of harm’s way.

At times, his dark humor would clash with your more grounded perspective, but that only made your connection even more compelling.

Dabi’s love wasn’t gentle - it was fierce and consuming, like a fire that you had no choice but to dance with.

Honestly, slay queen.

Punk/metal dark romance Beauty and The Beast vibes going on here.

[lesyarei7]

🆃🅸🅼🅸🅳 🆄🆁🅶🅴

WARNING OF NSFW CONTENT ─ 🔞mdni, oral sex. Same on 🔗AO3

Madara x FemReader, Modern AU, 2357 words. 

🔗Request 8

By 🔗lesyarei7 - Oct 1, 2024 🆃🅸🅼🅸🅳 🆄🆁🅶🅴

At just 27 years old, you were already a successful and driven woman. Your gym was not only your business but also your passion. As a fitness trainer, you dedicate yourself to helping others become their best selves and take care of their shapes. One day, while working out at the gym, you caught the attention of Madara, a 31-year-old man who frequently visited the gym after long days as a Chief Executive Officer. Despite his demanding schedule, he consistently prioritized his physical health. One day, while assisting a client in perfecting their form on the weight machines, you caught a glimpse of Madara in the mirror — a strikingly handsome man who radiated an aura of power and success. You couldn't help but notice his intense gaze as he worked out, his muscles rippling beneath his taut skin. Gradually, Madara began to trail you, attracted by your strong demeanor and fierce independence that mirrored his own. As a man who valued a woman who knew what she wanted, he captivated himself by your presence. Together, you formed a formidable pair, both driven by ambition and subsisting on a devotion to each other and your goals.

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It has been a whirlwind two months since you began dating, enjoying movie outings, and engaging in various activities that bring you joy. However, there is one thing missing: you still haven't had sex with Madara. It's not that you don't want to; your shy nature has prevented you from discussing it with Madara. Eventually, he will know when the time is right; Madara never pressured you into intimacy or forced you into anything. He was content to let your relationship develop naturally. You would hold hands, share secret kisses, and enjoy laughter without pressure or expectations. On this particular day, at a party celebrating his friend's birthday, you decide to have a few drinks to calm your nerves. The warm liquid glides down your throat, creating a pleasant tingling sensation and making you feel more at ease in Madara's presence. The dim glow of the lights and the gentle hum of conversation envelop you as you immerse yourself in the moment with him, feeling grateful for the love and patience he has shown you. Madara escorted you to your apartment and ensured you entered safely. Passion surged as you stood at your door, pulling him in for a kiss. He responded eagerly, his strong hands gripping your waist as he explored your curves with longing. His restraint wavered, but he skillfully kept his desires in check. After a moment, he gathered himself and pulled away.   "Wait, Y/N," Madara said, gently grasping your hand to halt your steps. You both paused for a split second, catching your breath after the intense kiss you had shared. "Huh," you hiccuped, your cheeks flushed and your heart racing. "You don't want me?" Your voice was timid and hesitant as you expressed your insecurities. Madara shook his head, his eyes softening as he reassured you. "No, Y/N. I want you, but not in this state, honey." His words were tender and filled with understanding. "I love it when women are self-conscious during sex," he admitted with a small smile. "It allows them to let go and be uninhibited with me, just as I want to be with you. It adds an extra layer of excitement and anticipation for both parties involved." The sincerity in his tone made your heart flutter, and any doubts or fears melted away in that moment. His hand gently brushed a strand of hair from your face. Madara's confession sent a thrill down your spine as you imagined how uninhibited he could be in bed. You were taken aback by his statement. "Wow... Madara, you're always so considerate. I appreciate that." While he smiled, you blew him a kiss on the cheek. "Get some rest, Y/N. I hope you won't have a massive hangover tomorrow." He chuckled and stepped into the elevator, disappearing from view.

Bedroom

Respite in the chaise, your mind was a chaotic whirlwind of thoughts. The conversation with Madara replayed incessantly, leaving you feeling anxious and uncertain. Was he expecting more from you? Did you project the wrong impression with your confident demeanor? He knows you only as a successful businesswoman, but what about the other facets of your identity? What if you fail to meet his expectations and end up jeopardizing everything? You felt foolish for entertaining these doubts, but your previous relationship ended due to your timidity. Are you destined to repeat the same mistakes? You felt torn between two opposing forces — desire pulling you forward, fear holding you back. --- After two weeks of being constantly on the go and only seeing each other twice a week, the long-awaited day had finally arrived. The anticipation had been building, and you couldn't help but miss Madara's presence. Ultimately, you decided to take your relationship to the next level. You mustered the courage to text him and express your wish for this new step. After discussing it, you chose a luxurious hotel room with a stunning city view and an inviting pool. It was the perfect setting to calm your racing thoughts and connect intimately for the first time.

As you and Madara entered the bedroom, an electric current seemed to surge through your bones. His strong arms enveloped you from behind, his chin resting gently on your shoulder. His lips brushed your neck, sending ripples of heat through your skin. "Y/N..." His voice was soft and almost pleading as he breathed your name. "You're so nervous... we don't have to do anything if you don't want to." Despite his reassurance, you couldn't shake the tension and shyness that enveloped you at this second. You mumbled a response, "N- No...I...just... I'm always so timid when it comes to this..." Your words trailed off as his breath ghosted over your ear, sending a flush of warmth through you. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation and craving as you both stood there, caught in a twinkle of indecision.   "Mm?" Madara's dark eyes sparkled with a hint of amusement as he looked at you, his arms encircling your waist. "So you're the shy one in bed, huh?" he asked, turning your face to meet his gaze. His touch was electrifying, sending tingles down your spine. "I thought you didn't enjoy it," you muttered, recalling his earlier comments about wanting girls to be more open with him. But before you could elaborate, he pressed his finger to your lips, silencing your thoughts. The warmth of his trunk against yours and the intensity of his gaze made it difficult for you to form coherent sentences. As he pulled you closer, all doubts and reservations melted away in the heat of the moment.

"Honey, I am drawn to you in ways I cannot ignore. Why should I deny the complexities that constitute your being? Who are you if others treat you that way? A thing? You may fear that you do not hold a candle to my expectations, but let me assure you, Y/N, that you do not need to meet anyone else's standards. You are enough just as you are." The balmy timbre of his voice and the gentle movements of his hands on your skin send flits down your spine. He knows how to help you relax, allowing you to let go of any doubts or insecurities. "Will you trust me, Y/N?" he asks, tilting his head slightly. Your body responds instinctively, melting into his touch as he whispers sweet words and offers tender caresses. He is adept at reading your body and understanding what it needs. Madara's fingers trace delicate patterns on your skin, calming you with their gentle touch. "And on top of that," he leans closer, his breath warm against your ear, "I can help you de-stress if you let me... Will you, Y/N?" The soothing balm of his words eases your tension and anxiety.

Heat crept across your cheeks as you softly whispered his name, closing your eyes. "Madara... I want to experience everything you can do to me," you murmured, your voice filled with longing. A slow grin spread across his face as he lifted you into his arms and carried you to the bed. You wore a sheer lavender nightdress, the remnants of your recent shower still lingering on your skin. Beneath it, you were completely bare and vulnerable to his touch. The anticipation of what was to come sent shivers across your rind and made your heart race. As you lay in the rack, entwined in each other's embrace for the first time, the dim light from the city below cast mild shadows on your skin. As you explored each other's bodies with eager hands and tender kisses, you heard the sounds of the bustling street drifting through the open window. You had both longed for this moment, and it exceeded your expectations. Madara's fingers slipped beneath the delicate fabric of your dress, tracing along your smooth thighs as he lifted it just enough to reveal them. You couldn't help but bite down on your palm, attempting to suppress the shudder that coursed through your skeleton at his touch. "Y/N, look at me," Madara commanded, his voice low and seductive. You slowly opened your eyes, locking gazes with him as he continued to explore your exposed skin. "I love watching the range of emotions on your face when I make you feel good. Don't hide it from me, my dear," he purred, his dark eyes filled with hunger and adoration. "I  will try not to," you tattled back, feeling vulnerable yet exhilarated under his intense gaze. "I'm sorry..." He flashed a smile as he leaned over you, his lips pressing against yours with urgency. His hands lifted your nightgown, and one hand slid down your inner thigh, eliciting gasps and groans from you. His touch sent a wave of excitement through you, drawing a breathless puff from your lips. You instinctively wrapped your arms around Madara's neck, attempting to relax and surrender to him. "Are you okay?" Taking care to move slowly, he asked. "I want to taste you. Can I do that, Y/N?" His gaze was intense. You could only nod, your voice lost to the rising tension. As he wanted to ensure your comfort, he gently lifted your dress higher without completely taking it off. Madara gazed down at your coy expression with affection before moving lower and parting your thighs for better access. His warm breath caresses your labia, prompting you to turn your head and take a deep breath. His tongue grazed over your most sensitive parts, you can't help but pant and grip the sheets tightly. "Ah..." you let out a placid moan, struggling to hold back. Madara gazes at you with admiration. "You taste incredible." His words make you blush, yet you find it impossible to resist the pleasure he brings. He continues, "Your body excites me, Y/N. Your scent is intoxicating." Madara declared with thirst. "Mmm..." You bite your lip as your shape writhes on the crib, approaching climax. Without needing to say a word, Madara notices your physical response and maintains his pace, delivering incredible satisfaction. Your anatomy trembles and your legs quiver as waves of pleasure wash over you. Heaving for breath and glistening with sweat, it takes a moment for you to realize that your nightgown has been pulled down and that your hands were unconsciously caressing your breasts as Madara performed oral sex on you moments ago. The realization brings a tinge of embarrassment, but it quickly dissipates as you revel in the afterglow of euphoria. He gave a sly smile. "Did I make you lose your shyness, Y/N?" he teased. "It’s incredibly arousing to witness you like this." Your hands instinctively covered your chest as you realized what had just happened. "Oh my God..." You stammered, trying to catch your breath. "That was... you're so talented...that was incredible," You glanced at him, then quickly looked away, still struggling to regain your composure.

"I'm sure you do," he sneered. "You look irresistible right now." He grabbed your hands and gently moved them away from your breasts. Madara ran his fingers over your full chest, tracing the outline of your hard nipples, causing a surge of pleasure that made your frame squirm on the cot, craving more. "Ah..." You groaned, unable to resist any longer. "Do whatever you want to me... I'm ready, Madara..." Upon getting on top of you, he completely removed your nightgown and kissed you. He eased himself inside you, deliciously filling you. A soft mewl escaped your lips as you both found a rhythm, every movement deepening the connection between you. You clung to him, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. With every touch, you felt your tension melting away, his patience giving you the courage to explore your urges without fear or hesitation.

Madara growled in pleasure as he surrendered to the euphoria of your body's entwined, matching your every movement with unrestrained desire. "You feel amazing, Y/N," he murmured breathlessly. His hands run over every inch of your physique as if trying to imprint the sensation forever in his mind. It was a moment of pure delight. One that neither of you would soon forget.

You lay in a cot beside him, gazing at his peaceful face and whispering, "Thank you... It was wonderful, Madara. Thank you for being so patient with me. I promise to make you feel just as good." He smiled at you contentedly. "Babe, don’t hold back. Sex is best when you're a little selfish...so let go. Don't be afraid to be selfish in our future encounters." "I'll try my best, Madara. I love you." You hugged him tightly, feeling a sense of peace in his arms. "Thank you for making me feel so good." He gently kissed the top of your head, and you felt grateful to have found someone who accepted you for who you are and encouraged you to step out of your comfort zone without judgment or pressure.

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