#badly written smut

[clown-bimbo]

Fuuuuuuuuck gentle dub-con with trey...

Cw for dub con

Cw for cringe smut writing >~< just kinda word vomited I'm still not used to writing it yet

18+ content below

I think it's gn????? But it's prob very afab leaning I'm sorry

In the kitchen with Trey. So homey, so domestic. Wholesome baking hours fr fr.

He made a special treat, just for you.

You didn't even notice he was working on the side project. So of course you also wouldn't know what extra ingredients he added.

Suddenly feeling warm all over. Flushed. Holding onto Trey like he's a lifeline. He's smiling so sweetly, chuckling as he helps guide you back to Ramshackle

Only, you don't make it that far from the kitchen before you're gripping Trey and desperately begging him for... for... for him. You need him.

You drag him or he drags you or someone drags someone into his room, you're lying on his bed, fuck, it's like you can't get your clothes off quick enough. He continues to chuckle, the very picture of control.

Once hes undressed as well he moves over you, and you grab him by the neck and pull him towards you, needing flesh on flesh. He kisses your neck. You whimper against him.

"I know, I know..." He whispers into your ear. "But let me enjoy this, first, okay?"

Large hands feeling you up and down.

You don't know how long he's been thinking of this.

And even though he can tell how desperate you are–even though he knows how desperate the aphrodisiac he gave you is making you–he takes things slow.

A hand on your breast, the other on your thigh, mouthing at your throat while what you need rubs against you but not in the way you need.

Whining and begging and rubbing up against him. Every gasp or stillness of breath from him is a small victory.

You're dripping as you rub up against him. Trying your best to angle your hips, but you can't get him in, so you continue to rub on. Even without entering you, he's already coated with you. You use what you can get for any stimulation, rubbing yourself on his member for any sort of friction.

His hands go from exploring to holding you down.

He brushes his nose against yours, stating into your dazed eyes with his focused ones.

He grinds up against you once, then pulls away.

"Tell me what you want," he stares right at you as he says it.

"I want you, Trey." You respond.

"And what do you want from me?" He presses up against you once more, still not giving you want you need.

"Please, Trey, I need–I need you inside me, please I-I need you... need you..."

"Yes?"

"Fuck, I need you to fuck me, Trey, please."

And then he finally, finally, fuckin enters you.

There's that second he takes to just enjoy it, enjoy being inside you for the first time. He almost seems like he won't move at all. You thrust up, causing him to chuckle once more, and he pulls back.

He sets a slow pace at first, enjoying himself, enjoying you. Buy it's not enough for you, and so you continue to buck your hips, but then he's pressing in fully and holding your hips to the bed.

"Patience is a virtue." He teases. You whine.

He keeps you pinned to the bed, continues slowly dragging himself to the tip then slowly pushing himself back to the base.

His mouth is at your ear, you can hear his breath, feel it come out in short bursts.

It feels like torture.

You need more, so much more. You wrap your arms around him, then your legs. You buck into him again. You grip onto him with everything you have. Tighter. He can feel it. With his mouth at your ear, you notice how his breath catches in response.

"Trey, please, I need you to fuck me."

He smirks.

"As you wish."

Slow thrusts become more forceful. He holds you closer to him, pushing in as far and deep as he can go. He pocks up the pace, soon panting into your ear.

"Fuck..." you gasp, "Yes... Trey..."

Each little exclamation makes him go a little faster, a little harder, encouraging you to let out every little word until words are too much work and you let out every sharp gasp and moan instead.

Trey holds you as close as he can, rutting into you with all the pent up fury of a man who had been waiting for this for God knows how long.

"Fuckin finally..." You hear him pant. "Mine... all mine."

You moan in reply.

It doesn't take long now for everything that's been building up since your treat to come undone. You gasp and pant around him. Your heart's pounding in your chest, your head rings, you're not quite sure where you are.

His grip on you tightens, his thrusts grow frenzied, then he's gripping you like he wants to mold your body into his as he empties himself inside you. He stills, keeping you held close to him.

"Mine."

[elilelibeli]

NSFW | wax play (don’t burn yourselves lmao) | this is a long, bad attempt of smut but like I just had to cause I couldn’t stop thinking about this lol | stay safe, eat pussy, be happy

Now that all of their friends were dating each other, the dinners together were a frequent occurrence. Lily often made up excuses to not show up as a 9th wheel but tonight Pandora had asked her to join and she just couldn’t say no to her.

That was how she found herself in the middle of the table full of lovesick, wine drunk couples. Her mind was wandering through mindless labyrinth of thoughts as she was dipping tips of her fingers into the tiny pools of melted wax in the candle. Suddenly, she felt someone’s hands on her shoulders, as she looked up she saw Pandora smiling down at her.

“Disgusting am I right?” she was pointing at their friends, “ as if they don’t get to do this everyday of their lives.” She imitated kissing sounds like a toddler. Lily was now laughing and Pandora’s smile was growing even more. “You look bored.”

“I mean they all.. well you can see” Lily said laughing. “ and you disappeared, soo..”

“Well I am here now.” She was beaming at Lily as she started to talk about something.

Lily could not hear her anymore, all she could do was stare. Stare at Pandora’s eyes, hair, skin, lips, just everything, she wanted to be enamored by the light Pandora’s smile was shining. Her hair was sparkling with the candle light and Lily was speechless by the beauty.

All of a sudden Lily felt a sting on her palm. She was quickly brought down from her dreams by the feeling and had realized that Pandora was holding a candle and dripping hot wax on her hands that somehow found themselves in Pandora’s lap.

“Hey.. that hurt” she kind of lied, I mean it did hurt but it was a good kind of pain, sudden and quick like getting shocked, like tiny tiny explosions on her skin.

“Well you were not paying attention to me, were you?”

“Oh sorry, I was just..”

“You like that huh?” Pandora pointing at the candle, interrupted Lily’s incoming excuse. Not waiting for the response she continued. “Lily I was trying to thank you for coming tonight. I wanted to talk to you about something and I am glad I get to do it now. I wanted to ask you on a date. Since Sirius’s garden party I have wanted to ask you out and I… you disappeared from there very suddenly so I didn’t get a chance but I am doing it now..” Pandora’s voice was quite and her eyes were looking all over Lily’s face.

“Panda, you..” Lily started. “Oh thank fuck” she suddenly whispered to herself and in matter of milliseconds her lips were attacking Pandora’s. She really really wanted to be gentle but she was eager after all this time and the wine in her head was making self restraint a little bit difficult.

Pandora had made a sound of surprise at first but soon that yelp turned into a delightful moan. Lily was a woman starved, just taking and taking and Pandora?! who was she to deny Lily anything.

After a while, Lily finally managed to stop herself. It was probably the hardest decision but what she wanted to do next was really, really not appropriate for the outside world. So she straitened herself up and almost died at the sound of disappointment Pandora made.

“Please don’t pout at me, I can hardly contain myself right now as is” she chuckled.

“But I don’t want to stop” Pandora whined trying to get closer to Lily.

“Oh sweetheart I am not stopping, in fact I don’t think I can ever stop doing this.” Lily was smirking now, “but what I want to do is not really appropriate for the dinner table and maybe should be done after our date.”

“Lily shut up, I am not waiting for another day for this, date can wait. I am ordering a taxi” Pandora quickly jumped up from her chair.

Lily laughed and after a quick peck went inside to pay. The taxi arrived very quickly and Pandora was so glad she lived nearby. They quickly said their goodbyes and went outside.

After two seconds Pandora rushed back in, quickly blew out candles in front of Regulus and stuffed them in her pocket.

“Please pay for the candles, Reggie” she yelled back while running towards the car.

The taxi ride was excruciating. Lily’s teasing hands and smirking. Pandora was in pain, but she was letting her be, after all she had a surprise in her pocket for Lily.

Pandora had never opened her door this fast and as soon as she was in, she was pinned to the wall knee shoved between her legs. After quite a lot of grinding and traveling hands Pandora tapped on Lily’s shoulders to stop.

“Ma biche, Bedroom’s this way.”

And it took a lot of self control for Lily to not get on her knees and crawl to the door after hearing that nickname.

The clothes were discarded in mere seconds, Lily getting on top of Pandora in a blink. Lily was gone. As a person who usually prided herself in having control over her actions and feelings, on top of a pretty girl was where all of that pride quickly went away. For Lily this was where she discarded all her control and did everything and anything that crossed her mind. Her hands were exploring spots on Pandora’s body, her swollen lips eager to find spots that would result in more of those delicious sounds Pandora was making.

Lily wanted everything, but most importantly Lily wanted a taste. Taste of what would soon become her favorite thing ever. She needed to take Pandora apart and needed to hear those sounds from between the legs.

She wanted to tease, to play but Pandora was squirming under her, hands traveling to somehow relieve all the buildup pressure.

“Hey, no, this is mine now” Lily pushed Pandora’s hands away.

“Get to it then and stop.teasing”

“Yes ma’am” was the last thing Lily said before burying herself between Pandora’s thighs.

Lily wanted everything, she was taking every last drop of Pandora. She wanted to be drowned into the sounds she heard. She needed to feel Pandora with everything she had. Her fingers, her tongue, hell her whole face was now buried inside trying to devour.

“Fuck Lily.. I am going to…” Pandora was not able to finish that sentence because Lily’s tongue was doing wonders for her. Lily hummed in approval against her, which send waves of pleasure up to Pandora’s whole body.

“Cum for me baby, come on” at these words Pandora looked at Lily smirking under her, working magic on her and that was enough. She was being taken apart from all that Lily had and she was seeing stars, ascending and falling from the 9th cloud of happiness. She couldn’t even comprehend what was she saying or doing.

She felt soft kisses as she was coming down from her high. With her blurry vision she could see Lily, Lily who was sitting on her knees right in front of her with one hand slowly tracing circles on Pandora’s body and other hand in front of her mouth. As Pandora tried to focus on Lily she saw why that hand was in front of her mouth. Lily was licking her fingers like a lollipop. The same fucking fingers that made Pandora scream just seconds ago where licked clean by Lily and even if moment ago Pandora’s whole body was limp, all of a sudden she got the surge of energy and uncontrollable urge to touch Lily.

In quick motion Pandora was on top of her. Kissing and sucking and touching. Now it was her turn to listen to Lily’s delightful sounds. Pandora’s fingers quickly traveled between Lily’s legs. The wetness she felt made her breath hitch, how sensitive Lily felt made her crazy.

Every thrust she did, every rub, every touch resulted in Lily moaning and pandora was all ears. She could listen to those sounds forever. It was slow at first but as she listened to more she lost control and now it was fast and deep and desperate. She felt that Lily was getting close, so she suddenly stopped.

“Hold on sweets, not yet, I have a surprise for you” she whispered and disappointed Lily and quickly stood up. Lily was about to complain and whine and oh my god she was ready to beg at that point when pandora quickly pecked her lips. “Be patient baby, wait for me and don’t touch” she said the last words firmly as she left the room.

She was back pretty quickly tho, with candles in her hand. Lily didn’t think she could get more wet, or more eager or more desperate, but here she was, staring at Pandora’s beautiful long fingers wrapped around the candles and she was burning with need.

“Shall we?” Pandora grabbed a lighter from her nightstand. The only sound Lily could make was a desperate, desperate moan.

“Hey sweetheart, I need you to use your words please. Will this be okay?”

“Fuck.. Panda yes.. please yes it will be okay” it took insane amount of effort to form those words, Lily was not a girl anymore, Lily had turned into a puddle.

And soon Pandora was straddling Lily. “Lily, you have to talk to me, okay? I need to know what’s good and what’s not.”

Soon Lily felt a tiny drop of hot wax on her body. It stung for a second but it also felt like explosion of pleasure. There was another drop, Lily hissed and Pandora looked at her with concern.

“Lily, are you okay?” Her eyes were glued on Lily’s face.

“Yes.. more.. everywhere” was what Lily could manage. And after those three breathless words Pandora got to work.

Every little drop made Lily moan loudly. Pandora was a musician. She was playing Lily and Lily was sounding like an orchestra of pleasure. Pandora was an artist, she was covering Lily in hot drops of wax and Lily looked like a goddess painted.

Lily was going insane. She had never felt this much pleasure in her life. It was overwhelming and so so good and even though she couldn’t even see properly she could see Pandora’s candle lit face and it was magical.

Pandora’s hand caressed Lily’s stomach covered with hardened wax droplets and traveled down between Lily’s legs.

Lily was already a puddle of pleasure so she genuinely didn’t understand how this could get better until she felt Pandora’s fingers inside her.

Pandora’s fingers were slow snd gentle and it was not enough for Lily. She roughly fucked herself into Pandora. “Panda, more.. please..” were moaned out of her as Pandora dripped a big drop of wax on Lily’s nipples.

The sensation of having Pandora’s finger inside her and hot wax dripped on her made her pleasure unmeasurable. Lily was genuinely scared to open her eyes, because she thought she had died from the pleasure. But as the sensation started to add up and the knot in her stomach began to become tighter, my god was she happy to be alive.

“Pretty.. so so pretty like this.” Pandora whispered as her fingers and eyes devoured Lily.

Breathy whispers of Pandora were the last straw for Lily, she was tipped over from the pleasure mountain and she was falling down quickly. The knot in her stomach open, her hands desperately clutching Pandora, string of moans and curse words and incomprehensible mumbles leaving her lips. Lily felt like she was drowning in pleasure and it was the best way to go.

As she was coming down from her high, she felt so happy that she decided to go on that dinner tonight. As she felt Pandora’s lips on her lips she realized how happy she was here, under Pandora, being embraced by the prettiest girl on the planet. She couldn’t contain her smile, the soft, hopeful, full of happiness smile.

Tho as she felt Pandora grinding on her tight, that gentle smile was quickly switched with a playful smirk. And just like that she was ready to go again, ready to feel and hear Pandora come apart under her once more. I mean, after all making Pandora moan had just become her new favorite thing and Lily never stopped doing things she loved.

[sob3rdeath]

mdni, please! +18 content ahead. ♡

nanami, who's into innocent, naive and sweet girls. he finds pleasure into being a little mean to them. he just meets you one day on a bar, by accident, and he's so, so nice and gentle that the next thing you know he's groping your tits while he whispers in your ear about how he's gonna ruin you and break you. he thinks that it's so funny to see you blush and turn into jelly into his strong arms, and he whispers again with that deep voice of his on your ear about "you're so damn precious and sweet — you have no idea of all the things i want to do to you right now, doll. how bad i'm holding myself back now."

but after all, it's fine. by the end of the day, he has got you sitting on his dick while he fucks up into you, smiling like an idiot at your, into his words, 'doll face', full of smeared makeup and tears he'll make sure to kiss away. but by now, he just wants you to cum on his cock again and listen to your sweet, honeyed moans that are the most pleasant sound he has ever heard.

dividers by aquazero.

[nikkento-writes]

Your older brother's best friend Ino Takuma, who you've always had the biggest crush on. You weren't very confident and often had a hard time standing up for yourself whenever you needed to. But thankfully, you always had your brother and Ino to help you. Jocks obnoxiously blocking your locker? When you didn't have the strength to ask them to move, your brother and Ino would tower over them, scolding them about how they shouldn't loiter in front of your locker. Scared of going home alone after a creepy middle-aged man started following you? Once you told your brother, both he and Ino would walk home with you, keeping you close to let other creeps know that they shouldn't mess with you.

While your brother took care of most things for you (which you absolutely adored him for), there were certainly things he could not do for you. That's where Ino would come in.

One summer night, you can't sleep. Your best friend suddenly got herself a boyfriend, and of course, you're ecstatic for her. But you can't help but feel sorry for yourself for being a late bloomer. You sit on the couch, eating an ice pop, cherry-flavored. Ino, who's staying over, comes out of your brother's room, hair ruffled from sleep. He smiles as soon as he spots you. "Can't sleep either?"

You shake your head, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, sticky and sweet from the melted pop.

He smirks, taking a seat beside you. "What's up?" He's only a year older than you, but he seems so much more mature, so much cooler.

You shrug, comfortable enough with him to share your inner thoughts. "I feel like a loser."

"What do you mean?"

"Everyone is getting boyfriends or girlfriend and I'm just...I don't know. I feel like I'm falling behind."

He scoots closer to you, his gaze on yours. "First of all, you're not a loser. Second, just because you don't have a boyfriend doesn't mean you're falling behind. You should go at the pace you want to."

"But I haven't even had my first kiss yet! At this rate, I'll be a kiss-virgin by the time I graduate."

He doesn't respond right away, contemplating what he wants to say next. You stare at him, belly fluttering, anticipating.

"Do you want to try kissing with me?"

You're stunned by his suggestion, though you'd be lying to yourself if you said you weren't secretly hoping for it. You like Ino, you've always liked him as soon as your brother befriend him. He's always been so nice to you, so caring. But you always tried to deny yourself of those feelings, certain it would never be reciprocated. "Do you mind if I try kissing with you?"

At this, he laughs softly, leaning in closer, eyes focused on your cherry-stained lips. "I wouldn't offer if I did."

It's just a kiss, you remind yourself. It's for scientific purposes, and that's it. So, you close your eyes, pouting your lips slightly. You don't see his reaction, too scared that he'll chicken out at the silly face you're making. But he's on you now, his mouth gentle against yours, careful and intentional. He knows you're nervous, knows you're inexperienced. And that's okay. Because you know Ino is going to take care of you.

His kisses grow more intense, his lips slipping past yours to lick into your mouth. His hands are on you now, fingers smooth across your cheeks and neck. A small moan escapes you as his thumb hovers a sensitive spot on your throat. It spurs him on, kisses sloppier, as if he's wishing to draw out more embarrassing noises out of you.

Before you know it, you're laid out on the couch, him on top of you, fulling making out now. He's heavy above you, though you don't mind it. In fact, you feel safe like this. You feel safe with him.

He's out of breath now as he pulls away from you, panting as he rests his forehead against yours. "Wow," is all he says.

You swallow thickly, the mix of cherry and his saliva sweet on your tongue. "Was I...okay?"

He laughs, nuzzling his nose to yours. "Yeah. You're perfect."

[incorporealbombchelle]

On Earth As It Is In Heaven

Mr. Reed x Fem! (Mid-20s) Reader (18+)

Synopsis: Pt. 1 - (y/n) is fulfilling her religious obligation to a very... curious older gentleman...

⚠️TW: Percieved Heresy (duh), Mentions of Catholicism, Possible Vague & Obscure Spoilers for 'Heretic' (2024), Age Gap, Condescension, Loss of Virginity, Raw P in V Penetration, General Smut.

A. Reed is the latest on my visitation list to request information on the faith and -poor thing- has a 'severe form of agoraphobia that won't let [him] leave [his] home'. This is common amongst middle aged and elderly people, so today should be quick, easy, and pleasant. Just a few small notes on how the faith will beautify his life and purify his soul, then I leave him to explore catholicism of his own volition and enjoy the reward of life everlasting when he passes in 4 to 7 years.

I make my way up the gravel driveway to the house and give the door a few quick knocks. I wait a few seconds "Mr. Reed?" I call. "My name is (y/n), I'm here to educate you on the catholic church?"

I wait.

Nothing. I decide if he takes over a minute, I'll just go. Come back another day. Enjoy some time to myself.

Just then, as I'm about to turn and leave, a rustle of some sort from the other side of the door. I straighten my jacket and practice my smile.

"Coming! Coming!" calls a muffled voice from the other side of the door. I hear some shuffling, a series of switches and clicks, and I'm greeted by who I can only assume to be one A. Reed. He's a tall, lanky man I estimate to be in his late 50s or early 60s, with well kept short grey hair, wire framed glasses, bright blue eyes, and a warm smile. He's wearing a quirky multicolored cardigan over a grey button down with corduroy pants and sneakers that allude to a more active lifestyle than I understand him to have. I can tell that when he was my age he'd have been very handsome, and that quality hasn't faded over his years. There's something modern, yet classic about him. Something young and cool. Something... attractive.

"Mr.... " I glance the visitation request form on my clipboard "Reed?"

"Yes! Yes, come in, please."

He ushers me past the small foyer and into the living room, making sure the door closes securely behind me.

"Hello" I smile and stick out my hand for him to shake, which he does.

"Hello dear, your name again?" He beams.

"(y/n)"

His eyes explore me "(y/n)! Lovely name, suits you well. Please, come, sit, I'll take your coat."

I take a seat on the small settee nearest the door, slipping out of my coat and handing it to him as I straighten out my skirt and sweater. He takes it to what I assume to be his coat closet and returns a moment later, shuffling into the cozy living room excitedly and planting himself on the chair across the coffee table from me.

"Now," he says, rubbing his hands together eagerly "let's get into it, hm? ; what's so great about catholicism?"

I give him my usual schpeel, feeling even myself lose interest in the trappings of the faith as I finish my (entirely too long) monologue of the catholic doctrine. I take a breath, satisfied that I've summarized our beliefs well enough.

"Can I answer any questions?" I offer.

"Y-Yes, actually," he gives me a close-lipped smile "I've just got... one question, although it may be a tad uncomfortable. Will you indulge me?"

"Oh, Gladly. Shoot."

"Well, Ms. (y/n)... as a catholic... do you personally believe that masturbation is sinful?" I feel my mouth grow dry as looks at me fondly, as though he's just asked to borrow a pen at the bank.

I hadn't anticipated... this. Especially from such a sweet, kind-seeming older man.

"Uhm... I... that's- well it's- yes, because you see, Mr. Reed, God puts lust before us as a test. We're meant to resist it until it's time for us to create a family. This ensures our passage to Heaven." I simper, hoping he can't sense my panicked improvisation.

"Ah, yes, I see. Very well. Indulge me further then, will you?"

"Sure...what's up?"

He chuckles at my casual address "(y/n)... good catholic girl that you are, have you masturbated before?" He leans back in his chair, smiling innocently, crossing one leg over the other and folding his hands over his lap.

I mirror him, crossing my legs and straightening out my skirt, trying desperately not to make eye contact. "Mr. Reed, I'm not sure that's appropriate to say..."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I did warn you my questions might be uncomfortable." I feel his eyes bore into me, wandering my face and body. I finally meet his gaze.

"Yes, but..." I sigh, keeping my smile to the best of my ability "that's just sort of...personal."

"Oh? Then let me ask you this ; do you belive in an omnipresent god, a God that can monitor your actions at all times?"

"Yes, of course, God watches over us always."

"Right, Right. So then, if you *had* masturbated, and God was aware of this, as we've established he is. Everywhere. Always., " he gestures around widely "you'd be disqualified from the race to heaven for the sin of... experiencing pleasure?"

"I-Yes, Lust is one of the seven deadliest sins a person can commit, after all..." I swallow, feeling my face flush.

"So you have then."

"What?"

"Masturbated."

My brow furrows and I stutter, unable to summon words. I take a breath, caught off guard. He smirks.

I watch Mr. Reed quickly make his way around the coffee table and take a seat next to me on the settee, angling himself toward me. He rests his glasses on top of his head.

"And I'll assume," he asserts in a lowered tone "you had an orgasm...yes?" He gestures to me to answer the question.

I shift in my seat, acutely aware of a faint tension in my core.

"I-That's not-"

"So that's a yes then," he goes on, eyes locked on mine, not skipping a beat "And (y/n), you just have to wonder, Why would a God who gave you a body, " his eyes dart down to my chest momentarily "a perfect... perfect, body, capable of experiencing the rapurtous pleasure of an orgasm, then punish you for your enjoyment of that gracious gift?" He raises his voice " Does God not want us to enjoy ourselves and the abilities he bestows upon us?" 

"He...does, just not in... that way?"

"Then in what ways, (y/n), does God approve of us enjoying our lives?"

"Through... worship, through service of those in need..."

"So we can only gain pleasure from actions that directly benefit God's good reputation then, hm?"

"Uhm-"

I gasp as I feel his hand rest gently over my knee, giving it a cautious squeeze.

"Mr. Reed-"

"I'm sorry, sorry, I get overly passionate on these matters, forgive my tone," he cringes to himself "I just think, don't we all deserve to feel... Good? Even just for a moment?" He scoots closer and I feel the outside of his thigh brush against mine.

I know I should move his hand from my knee. Shrink away. Say something. I should leave. But I don't. And as his bright blue eyes flick down to my lips, I don't want to.

I feel my breath catch as he delicately pushes my long skirt to just over my knees... then retracts his hands.

"(y/n), you've been so honest with me, and so generous with your knowledge and your time. Will you answer one last question for me?"

I swallow, "uhm... sure..." I manage shakily.

"Are you a virgin?"

The question hangs in the air for a moment.

"I don't see how that relates to anything" I squeak.

He chuckles "Oh, (y/n), this relates to... everything." He leans in, speaking softly into the shell of my ear "you can tell me... it'll be our little secret. God doesn't need to know all, hm?" I feel him smirk and I shiver as his arm snakes around my shoulder, his thumb massaging patterns into the outside of my sleeve.

"But he does know all," I protest, shivering as his lips brush my ear.

"Then there's no harm in confirming what he already knows... aloud, is there? Like I said...just between us... you, me and...him" Mr. Reed looks up briefly, acknowledging God's presence, then gives me a sweet smile.

"Are....You.... A Virgin? Very simple. Yes or no."

A beat.

I mutter an almost silent 'Yes'

"Hm? I'm sorry, the old ears, they're shoddy, come again?"

I close my eyes "Yes, Yes. I'm a virgin." A wave of shame washes over me at the admission despite knowing it's exactly God's plan for me. I look down, fussing with the hem of my skirt in an attempt to seem nonchalant.

"Oh...Understood. You do seem quite... sensitive to touch, mm?" He squeezes my arm and I jolt a bit. Mr. Reed snickers "Aren't you just the most gorgeous catholic angel? The polite, pretty, soft spoken girl, touches herself, refuses the touch of others, its all in God's plan... but don't you ever wonder..." his fingers trace lightly over my knee again, raising my skirt just an inch or two higher up my thigh "how good it can be?"

He lifts my chin so I have no choice but to look directly at him.

He's more attractive up close, the way his eyes radiate warmth, the softness of his smile, the thickness of his hair, the faint smell of his cologne...

I force a shaky breath.

"N-no," I sputter

"Don't. Lie to me." He looks me over, still holding my gaze  "You're an awful liar, and your body betrays you," he sing-songs, a self satisfied smirk playing at his lips.

"You're flushed, you can't sit still, your pupils are dilated, your nipples hard, but you sit here; so innocent, weak, pure and pliable, letting the silly old man in the checkered sweater touch your body, the most sacred possession a person has, while you confidently call yourself a devoted catholic and dedicated virgin. Now that is faith..." his fingertips trace slowly up and down my inner thigh as he says this; I gently place my hand over his wrist, squeezing my legs together, "Mr. Reed," but he doesn't stop, instead ghosting over the tops of my thighs, inching the skirt even higher. "What would God say... about this?" Each of his hands come to rest on my knees, slowly guiding them apart, sliding my skirt the last of the way up my legs, the front of my white cotton thong now visible... and visibly wet. I moan quietly as his fingers skim up and down the drenched fabric, a look of pure delight on his face as he traces over my clit then brings them back to his mouth to taste.

"Could it be that you'd *like* this to carry on further, (y/n)?"

I bite my lip, my brow furrowing as I struggle for an answer. Everything he does feels so good, so right, and entirely wrong all at once, everything he's saying... makes sense... and I'm so drawn to him...

I can't.

"Mr. Reed, may I please have my coat?" I stammer out quickly.

He removes his remaining hand from my knee, standing up. "Of course, dear, I'll just be a minute," he smiles politely. As he turns to leave the room I glance the way his partially stiff cock tents the fabric of his pants and feel myself tremble with want. Gathering all my restraint, I stand and walk toward the door, and a moment later Mr. Reed meets me in the foyer with my coat.

"One coat." He smiles, and walks back into the living room, settling in with a book as if nothing just happened.

I wrap the coat around myself and turn the front door's handle to push it.

It doesn't budge. I pull instead. It's stuck. "Mr. Reed, the- the front door is stuck here-" I call, silently panicking as I try the handle again, and again. I look it over to realize...there isnt an inside lock.

Mr. Reed makes his way back to the foyer, seemingly nervous before a realization apparently dawns on him. "Oh, goodness, I forgot to reset the timer after letting you in. All the locks in this house are on a timer.  Especially the front and back doors. My deepest apologies, (y/n) dear. Ugh. This sucks, hm?"

"Uh... yeah. Sorry I'm not sure I understand. How long is this... timer?"

"Twenty-four hours I'm afraid" he exaggerates an wince.

"Twenty-Four hours?"

"Yes, that seems to be the situation we've found ourselves in. So sorry, (y/n), I feel like such an idiot"

"You're not..." I trail off quietly

"Agh, but I'm so so terribly sorry. Can I possibly interest you in some pie while we wait it out? Absolute least I can do." He puts his hands together in prayer, begging my forgiveness.

"Uh... sure, yeah. Pie ... sounds great." I'm confused, terrified, and still somewhat aroused as Mr. Reed heads to grab our pie. What have I gotten myself into?

I make my way back to where I had been sitting just moments earlier, ignoring the moisture between my legs as I settle into my seat and lay my coat over the back of the settee.

He shuffles hurriedly back into the room holding two plates of freshly microwaved pie, whose smell fills the room instantly.  He hands me my plate and spoon and settles back into his chair across from me with his own.

I take a small bite of the pie. Blueberry. It's delicious, the best I've had, and before long I've scarfed the entirety of the slice down. I look up at Mr. Reed, realizing how I must have just looked wolfing down pie like I've never eaten before. "Oh my god, my manners" I giggle, covering my mouth as I finish the last bite.

Mr. Reed laughs. "Oh don't worry, that's the typical reaction I get with this recipe" he smirks proudly.

"I bet" I smile. He stands up and clears my empty plate.  I can't help but notice he's barely touched his own.

When he returns, I sit up straighter. "Mr. Reed, wouldn't it be possible to reset the timer?"

"It's old tech, none of this digital crap you're used to. It's fixed to operate on a rigid schedule.  Without exception." He says flatly, sitting down again.

"But I may be able to fiddle with it some," he leans in "for a small price."

"Price? I don't carry much money with me on these visits, the best I have is a bus pass, so-"

He laughs loudly "Oh-ho, no, no dear. Not money. Never money. I'd want you to give me something much more meaningful. More important."

"What then?"

"Your virginity." he states plainly, smiling innocuously.

"You want me to give myself to you?"

"Well, yes. And in exchange I'll see what I can do about the hold on those awful, sticky, locks. "

"And no one," he glances upward  "has to know.... a thing" he winks.

Mr. Reed extends a hand to me and before I can stop myself, I take it. He leads me through winding hallways lined with paintings, sculptures, artifcats, and ornate doors.  We arrive at the bottom of a wide hardwood staircase. I follow him up the stairs and down another long hallway. At the end, warm light pours from an open door. Mr. Reed steps inside and I follow closely behind him.

The master bedroom is large, almost too large to believably fit in this house. It's floors are dark stained hardwood and covered in layers of expensive looking carpets, while its walls are lined with overflowing and intricately carved bookcases of what I estimate to be every doctrine of religious text. A gilded chandelier hangs from the ceiling, casting dim, mellow light over the room. The entirety of the back wall is lined with backlit stained glass portraits of saints, angels, demons, and notable religious figures. In the middle of the room, a four-poster bed sits atop a double tiered wooden platform. It vaguely reminds me of the altar in a cathedral, the bed adorned in intricately patterned sheets and a multitude of different sizes and shapes of pillows...

"Now then," Mr. Reed says, slightly out of breath "I'd like you to walk to the edge of the bed for me, and bend yourself over it."

I open my mouth, willing myself to protest, to no avail.

"Go on, quick as you like"

I obey, slowly making my way up the steps to the bed and bending at the waist in front of it, letting my upper body rest against the silken sheets and closing my eyes tightly. This isn't happening. Is this how it happens? It can't be. I'm dreaming.

Within a moment I feel Mr. Reed's presence behind me, his hands positioned on my sides. He picks up my skirt and pushes it up over my hips, exposing my ass to him. I let out a moan of anticipation as I feel his hands roam over me, squeezing hard. "Mr. Reed..." I mewl, my body tense with need. He brings a hand between my legs and pulls my panties to the side, gliding his fingertips expertly along my folds, humming at the warmth and slickness of my vulva. He chuckles. "You really haven't been touched this way before, mm?"

"Never" I almost whisper

He slips a finger inside me, steadily dipping in and out. I feel myself spasm around his fingers involuntarily, eliciting a low groan from him "My god, so sensitive. So... tight. Christ,"  he continues working me at a leisurely pace, and after a few minutes I'm pushing myself back onto his fingers, craving more of him.

"Mr. Reeed" I whine, flushing at how wrong this all is. I want it. I need it.

I hear the sound of a belt unbuckling, a zipper unzipping and my eyes snap open. Oh my god. I can feel him lining himself up with my entrance. "You're ready then, pet?"

I give a hesitant nod, and immediately feel him pushing into me. I moan and gasp and feel so completely full of him, I can barely take all of it.

He doesn't move at first.

He rests his hands on my hips and takes a deep, shaky breath. "Look at you, all filled out." I crane my head to look back at him and he smirks at me.

Without warning, he gives a singular, hard thrust into my core and I yelp. He allows me a second to recover before falling into a steady, commanding rhythm.

Our bodies clap against eachother and my mind goes hazy as he fucks me, the sound only heightening the sensation of him moving inside me.

"Mr. Ree-eed?" I gasp hotly.

He looks up, slowing his pace somewhat "Yes dear, enjoying yourself?"

I nod again. "Yes, so much, but could you maybe... undress me more?"

"Oh of course, how crude of me!" He slips out of me with a wet pop and I gasp at the loss of contact. His hands grip my hips roughly and he turns me over as if it's nothing. He's older, but clearly not weak. He tugs the thong down my legs swiftly and helps me slip my sweater over my head. He looks my chest over, clearly pleased with my lack of a bra, and moves to unzip the side of my skirt before yanking it off my legs and tossing it aside with my other clothing. He removes my shoes gingerly, and I lay before him in just my knee-socks, flushed and panting.

I hungrily take in the sight of him. His body is nothing like I had assumed it might be. He's slim and muscular, with a touch of sagging skin in the places that make sense. If his hair color didn't betray his age, he'd be nearly indistinguishable from men decades his junior. His cock is thick, circumcised, and appears from this angle to be what I assume is a manageable length?

"Ohh, you are just the most gorgeous, breathtaking little thing," his hands slip under my knees and he pushes my legs forward, folding me in half, holding the backs of my thighs in place as his eyes rake over me. "Thank y-"

"Gorgeous things are to be cherished, no?" He interrupts me and before I can even think of an answer, he sinks into me fully again, more easily this time, and I. assumed. wrong.

I let out a strangled noise somewhere between a yelp and a whimper as I feel him impale me, my body tightening around him, aching with need. 

He gives me a moment to adjust to his size and then continues rocking into me at the same pace as before. He brings two fingers to my lips and I let them in, sucking enthusiastically, keeping my eyes trained on his.

He lets out a low hum,  contented with my impatience. "Atta girl,"

As I suck his fingers, he brings his opposite hand to my hip and kneads his thumb over my clit in slow, attentive circles. He removes the fingers from my mouth and runs them delicately over one nipple, hardening it instantly and sending a jolt through my body. "Mmmh, Misterr, Reed, I-" I gasp as a shudder runs through me. In response, he slows his thrusts to an agonizing pace, looking down at me expectantly. "I'm close," I pant.

He continues his slow, shallow thrusts and circles over my clit "Aww, and so soon? You are a virgin, aren't you (y/n)? So. Fucking. Delicate..." He teases, punctuating each word with a forceful buck of his hips. I whine. He gives a few quicker thrusts, and I squeeze my knees together as I feel myself clenching and pulsating around his girth. My vision goes white as I come, and I hear myself mewl weakly as I go limp beneath him.

As he pulls out, his eyes are hungrily trained on my body, and he strokes himself steadily for a moment or two before letting his head tilt back as he pulses out thick ropes of semen onto my stomach and chest with a low, labored groan. I gasp at the sudden warmth and blink up at him, panting, defiled, and entirely undone.

As Mr. Reed recovers from his orgasm, he huffs, drinking in my disordered state.

He reaches out, smiling proudly as he grazes a thumb over my cheek. "Wait here a minute, I'll be right back" he pads out of the room, returning seconds later wrapped up in a plush robe, holding a towel out to me "here we are," he beams. I take the towel from him, simpering, and wipe away the aftermath of his release.

I hold a pillow over myself as I sit up, hiding my exposed form to the best of my ability.  He situates himself on the bed next to me, his eyes searching mine "Now then," he takes a breath "how did that feel?" I nod slowly, still dizzy from my climax. "Words. Use them."

"It felt...hot...dirty...transcendent." I exhale.

"Transcendent." He echoes. "And does it seem your soul has been eternally damned??"

"No..."

"Do you feel dirty? Or wrong, generally?"

"No."

"Mm. So you had sex, for the first time -shock horror- with the kooky old man from the visitation list..." he trails his fingertips up the side of my arm "and not only did it not cause your immediate eternal damnation, but took you in the exact opposite direction, to the height of sensation, if I'm not mistaken."

"It..did..." I look away from him, feeling my face grow hot.

"And you still believe that a God who loves us, who wants us to enjoy all life has to offer, would deprive us of something so... transcendent?"

"N-no Mister Reed. I don't. Not anymore."

His eyes widen.

"Oh, changed your mind have you? How will you ever get to heaven without that... core belief?"

"I guess we'll just have to bring it down to earth..." I smirk up at him.

"We?"

"We."

[snowmoonwrites]

Break Me Softly

Tokyo Debunker fic. Pairing: Kamurai Jin x MC/Reader

Smut, D/S, praise kink, got wholesome by the end, safewords, safe sane and consensual

It was one of the free nights that the academy allowed. Given that it was for a Halloween party that was organized off-campus with the Kamurai family’s money, it was near impossible not to allow students to attend. Aside from the academy it was also open for many more prestigious schools too, of course all participants were subjected to a thorough background check. No reason to put danger onto the general students’ life, or irritate the ghouls.

That’s how you found yourself in a, honestly, quite revealing dress which maybe could be said to resemble some witch outfit… but there was too little fabric for you to actually be sure about your assessment. Not like it mattered. The place is probably going to be reasonably dark to encourage students to dance. Maybe if you planned on bringing anyone back to your bed it would matter what exactly you are wearing. But, given that the only person you would want to bring back won’t be there, even though his family sponsors it… It really didn’t matter.

You have been in a relationship with the King of Ice for enough time to know that if Tohma didn’t physically force him out of his room, you will be left alone the whole night. It didn’t matter, it wasn’t the first it happened. You were a big girl.

That was what you said to yourself while drinking definitely non-alcoholic drinks and dancing with random people. It was quite a nice night. Then, over the shoulder of your dance partner, you saw the annoyed glint of icy-blue eyes drilling a hole into the boy. You didn’t even remember where he was from. Neither were you interested. But this. Oh, that dangerous glint in Kamurai Jin’s eyes. That started a fire in you. And you just loved to play with flames.

You let your hands caress the stranger’s shoulders as you leaned in closer, till their ear, little by little. Your body moved closer to his, pushing your breasts against his chest in your near-nothing clothing. Keeping up the eye-contact with Jin the whole time. In a blink he was next to you. You weren’t sure whether he used his sword, or he just walked really fast. Not that it mattered. In a second you were buried in his chest as he rumbled into your ear.

“We are going to my room.”

As usual, it was far from a request. Not like you cared in that moment. You were on fire, and the murderous gaze that he showed your dance partner only fanned the flames higher. In seconds you were back in his room, the chilly temperature not even registering on your heated skin. He sat on his bed, all nonchalant seeming now that he had you where he, but in reality you both wanted.

“Kneel” came the irrefutable order fueled by the sliver of skin contact left between your hands. 

You immediately dropped to your knees. Waiting for what he has planned for the night.

He looked at you, refraining from touching you for now.

“Was it fun?”

He didn’t have to elaborate. Your little scheme to set the fire of jealousy in him. Your little idea, which worked perfectly. You were actually pretty proud of yourself. It might have shown up on your face as he let out a chuckle.

“Shall I remind you who you belong to?” He didn’t wait for your answer as he reached out one elegant hand to make you look up at him. “How many do you deserve for this? One for each time that you touched him?  Answer honestly.” 

Your breath hitched. It was actually difficult to answer. Not because you didn’t know what he meant, but because you were so focused on Jin, you don’t even know how many times you touched that insignificant boy. You let his command wash over your memories, finding an acceptable answer for you.

“Twenty?”

His smirk got bigger as he let go of your chin.

“Get your upper half on the bed.” 

As you got into position, he lifted your skirt and let his fingers dig into your ass in a massaging manner to avoid causing serious harm. Once he was satisfied he got up from the bed.

“Count them out. Colour?”

��Green,” you breathed out. The second it was out of your mouth, his hand also came down in an arch onto one of  your cheeks. You yelped out, then remembering called out “One.”

With each slap you grew more conscious of the silence aside from your breathing and the sounds of the spanks. Jin didn’t say anything. As if he wasn’t even there. As you let yourself sink into the repetition, the burn, and the pleasure his absence was striking. He was never one to speak much, but he always let his presence known. This was punishment greater than ever.

By the tenth slap you were sobbing. Not from the pain. But from the culminating feelings. You couldn’t let yourself go like this. Stress coiled up in you as he refused to be more present. 

Another slap. “12”

You could feel yourself on the verge of panic. You couldn’t take this like this. As if it was someone else. If this went on you would lose yourself in a drop. But you were aware enough still.

“Yellow,” you cried enough. In the next second everything stopped and Jin sat on the bed in line of sight. Yellow: pause and discuss. He reached his hand towards you, not touching you yet. The ball was in your court now.

You grabbed his hand, letting him pull you onto his lap. You felt his straining erection but knew he wouldn’t do anything until you gave him consent for anything more than cuddling. He gently stroked your hair and back with one hand while the other rested on your hip. He waited until your breathing returned to normal before asking anything. 

“What went wrong?” Never one to mince his words. It was reassuring in itself. He didn’t sound angry. Not even a slight irritation in his words remained from the start of their evening.

“I… You weren’t there,” it was hard to put into words, the absence of him. You tried again, “You weren’t talking. I couldn’t see you. As if it could have been anyone else,” your eyebrows furrowed, you were still frustrated with not being able to convey it perfectly. His petting soothed you when he hummed in acknowledgement.

“Let’s change it up then princess, hmm?” He maneuvered you onto the bed completely, lying down with you. 

“How about I edge you three times for the remaining punishment and then fuck you till you beg me to stop?”

You felt blood rush two-ways in your body. Up to your cheeks at the idea, and southwards to reignite the sundering fire. You nodded your head silently.

“I need words baby.”

“Yes, sounds good. But, can you kiss me first?” You felt undeniably shy, hell he just spanked you, you were in the middle of talking about him driving you close to insanity with his magical hands and tongue and glorious dick. And here you are, shy about asking him for an innocent kiss.

“Good girl,” he praised you as he closed the gap between your lips. You let yourself melt into the kiss and enjoy the fluttering you felt at his praise. He knew he could make you putty in his hands with just a few praises. And he was right, you were so weak for them when they came out of his mouth.

The mouth that started to wander downwards, peppering kisses onto your neck while his hands unceremoniously ripped your dress from your body.

“HEY! I liked that dress,” you complained playfully.

“No, you didn’t. I’ll buy you better ones,” he answered nonchalantly before biting one of your nipples, making you yelp back the retort that you would have made just to be difficult. He smirked up at you, looking halfway to ridiculous with your nipple still in his mouth. His hand found your other breast and started playing with it just the way you liked it.

He alternated between gentle fondling and tweaking your nipple while he worked the other with his skillful mouth and tongue. You let out your voice to encourage his ministrations, knowing no one would hear you outside the room. One of your hands buried itself into his silky locks, pulling him as close as possible.

As his mouth traveled down, your flush reached towards him as well, not just your cheeks, down until your chest you had flushed due to his attention. When he reached his goal you twisted your free hand into the sheets. Oh how he knew just what to do to make you lose your mind.

He pulled down your panties, as if they had personally offended him. Immediately after he moved your leg to have more space. As he licked you in a long stripe you whined. This much stimuli, while feeling good, was nowhere near enough while in his bed. He chuckled at you, then flicked your clit before sucking on it. He alternated between fucking you on his tongue and playing with your clit until you were nearly sobbing with pleasure. But you knew it will get so much better and worse.

Just as you were close to reaching your peak. As your breathing became incredibly fast and moans left your mouth unrestrained.

“Jin… I’m close.”

You warned. And all touch ceased. You were left on the verge. Flexing your thighs to feel a little bit of relief, unsuccessfully. 

“One down. 2 more to go dear. Colour?” He caressed your cheek to get your attention.

“Green.” You smiled up at him. Even while being punished, like this you could never forget the love you hold for this man. And he never let you forget that he loves you too, you could always feel it in his gentle caresses like now, that let you calm down before he once again put an onslaught of pleasure onto you.

He pecked your lips as his fingers moved downwards. His mouth once again found your nipple while his fingers caressed you at first. His thumb circled your clit before one elegant, long finger got inserted into you. He pumped it experimentally a few times before adding another.

“So good for me,” he praised you while picking up the pace of his fingers. He crooked them just enough to hit your G spot in every inward thrust. When he also resumed playing with your clit, you knew this would not take long to get on the edge again. And you were right, just a few minutes later, or were they seconds, you grabbed his head to pull him up towards you. Just by a glance at you, he knew you were close again.

He once again stopped playing with you, but his fingers remained inside you, keeping you open. You whined and tried to move your hips to gain even the slightest friction that might send you over the edge. His other hand pinned you down, and you whined in frustration.

“You are doing great. One more and I will gladly fuck you until you come again and again,” he rasped into your ear, thrusting his clothed cock against your thighs once to let you know how much he wants you. He knew what his words can do to you. Even the slightest praise could make you hot and bothered for him.

And thus, once again, the second you calmed down a little, his fingers started moving in you again. His tongue started playing with your clit, intent on driving you as fast to your peak as possible,  just to stop before it once again. Thankfully, it was the last one. As you stopped before your peak again, you thought you were close to losing your sanity. You might have just pounced on Jin and rode him till he couldn’t cum more. Maybe tie his hands up too, while you were at it. Maybe another time, you thought as he stripped. As he positioned himself above you, you caressed him, showing your appreciation, your love. He kissed your palm as he slowly entered you, making sure not to overwhelm you at first.

When he sheathed himself fully into you he still waited for you to nudge him. He knew well he wasn’t one of the smallest guys, and that was also true to his nether regions. While you would sometimes enjoy the slight pain, today he instinctively knew it wasn’t one of those nights. Not after the misery he caused you accidentally.

When you had enough of waiting, you lifted your hips to thrust back into him. He immediately started thrusting into you slowly. So slowly it could have been described as torture. You whined at him and let your nails leave marks of your annoyance on his back.

“Want more?” He thrusted in with a bit more power.

“Please.”

“With pleasure,” he whispered to you as he picked up the pace.

You loved him like this, when he was close to losing his composure to pleasure, as he was thrusting into you, pulling you both under a wave of indescribable feeling. Verging on the line of love and pleasure. As he found your sweet spot again and pulled you closer and closer to the edge. When he reached down and started playing with your clit again, you gasped even louder than so far.

“Jin… I’m close… Can I?” You asked in between gasps. 

“Yeah, cum for me.” He deliberately aimed at your weak spots, urging you to fall over the edge.

With one last twist of his hips and a stronger stimulus to your clit your back arched as the orgasm rushed through you. Your cunt spasmed around him as he thrusted into you faster, fucking you through your orgasm.

“That’s my good girl.” You looked up at him, slightly oversensitive. He was close, you knew from the furrow of his brows as he tried to hold out a little more. You whined at his praise. You pulled him impossibly closer with your legs. Pulling him down in a kiss in the meanwhile.

“Cum in me, please,” you whispered into the kiss. Loud enough for him to hear over your mingled breaths.

“Fuck, you are gonna be the death of me baby,” he grunted as he pistoned into you, chasing his orgasm in your sensitive body. Pulling you close by your hips as he thrust one last time and let himself go in you. He was a sight in his orgasm. As his lips gaped just a tiny bit in a soft moan, as his eyes closed in pleasure. You were sure you could find no one who was more beautiful in this moment, not like you would go and search for someone else, when you were in his bed. You weren’t completely stupid.

When he came down his high he pulled out of you, making you groan softly from his absence. He kissed you before starting to get up.

“Good girl. Wait for me. I’m bringing a towel.” You nuzzled into his hand that caressed you, like a satisfied cat.

He came back promptly, with a damp towel in one of his hands, and a bottle of water in the other. He gently toweled you down before doing the same to himself. Then he gathered you in his arms, making you slowly gulp down mouthfuls of water. When you moved your head away from the bottle, nuzzling into his chest, he drank the remaining water before laying down and cuddling with you. Gently caressing you, he murmured praises to you.

“You did so great today. My good girl.” He kissed your forehead, your cheek, your lips with each praise. You sighed, content after the evening. Humming, you lifted your head to bring him into a kiss. A different one from the ones before, not passionate now, but loving and sleepy. The one people share just out of love, to express their feelings.

As you got comfortable against him, sleepiness came fast. Your eyelids became heavier with each passing second. Content, satisfied, happy, you let yourself murmur against his skin. 

“I love you Jin.”

“I love you too,” he murmured back, kissing your lips one last time. “Go to sleep.” He pulled you even closer, acting as your heater in the admittedly cold temperature of his dorm under the blankets.

That’s how you fell asleep that day. Held in his arms, warm, and loved.

[kariighost]

Nsfw 18+ mdni

Who knew you’d be in this position on a Tuesday night. All you were told to do was to help him with some paperwork, yet somehow Levi had other plans…

You’re currently straddling him, right on his plush couch in his office. He is so deep inside you, bouncing you on top of him as he also simultaneously thrusts up into you. You barely have to do any work. Just letting him use you in any way he likes.

It’s such a degrading sight. He got you completely naked, and he’s almost fully clothed save for his pants that are down at his ankles. He has an iron grip on your waist to hold you there while he fucks you. You try so hard to keep your moans quiet while he uses you like this, but you keep failing

“Shhhhhh” he says as he takes one hand away that was playing with your nipple and brings it to your lips, shoving 3 of his fingers inside your mouth, resting on your tongue to silence you. You make a gargled choking sound.

“Aww, shameless girl can’t keep quiet. Looks like I have to gag you with my fingers huh?” You mumble and moan, trying to accommodate the intrusion of his fingers on your tongue but it’s too much. Tears well up in your eyes and spit leaks out, Running down his wrist.

His cock pounding up into you and your mouth full of his fingers, it’s a sight Levi is absolutely loving. But how far can he push you? He wants to ruin you, after all…

He continues his brutal assault on your pussy with his ruthless thrusts and gagging you with his fingers for a little bit more before he gets an idea. He feels you getting wetter, you must love being full like this. He takes his hand that was holding your waist and reaches it around towards your ass, lightly feeling the tight ring of muscles that have never been touched before. You let out a squeal against his fingers in your mouth.

“Look at me” you obey his command and look into his eyes, he licks his fingers and then brings them back to the tight hole, lightly rubbing to relax you a bit before he sinks a finger in slowly. You’re eyes damn near roll into the back of your head at the intrusion but it feels so good. You’re completely filled by him. Every hole is his to use, who knew the night would end up like this??

Levi’s head falls back as a quiet groan leaves his mouth, he’s kept in control this entire time, yet now that he’s completely filled you, he can feel your pussy clenching around him and it’s driving him insane.

“Fuck” his deep voice gravels in your ear. You can’t focus on much, the sensations you’re feeling are so overwhelming, all you can do is let him lead while you just sit there and take it.

“You like it when I take every hole of yours like this, don’t you?” He whispers and you let out the most pathetic whimper, trying to agree but words not forming due to his fingers down your throat.

He pressed his fingers down harder on your tongue, and hooks his thumb under to grip your chin. He nods your head for you in a ‘yes’ motion.

“Yeahhh, look at you. You fucking love it. You love me controlling you like this” his voice was so strained it made you even more wet. You can feel yourself dripping down his length and most likely wetting the seat underneath him. All thoughts were long gone, now you were just a dumb fucked out mess who had every hole filled by the man you have always admired. You never imagined this was how your night would go.

He continues to fuck up into you, curling his finger into your asshole and gagging you, you can feel the sensation in your core start to tighten… it was too much

“Cum for me you dirty girl. Let me feel you cum around me like this” his dirty words take you over the edge and you have the most earth shattering orgasm, all you can do is let out a garbled moan into his fingers as you ride out the high on his cock. It’s fucking exhilarating. You can feel him tense underneath you and his abs start to flex

“Fuck.. fuck your gonna make me cum. You want my cum inside you? Want me to fill you up even more sweetheart?” You nod helplessly, tears falling down your face. You look so utterly fucked out that Levi can’t take it anymore. One more final thrust into your tight pussy and he’s spilling deep into you, letting out the most animalistic growl you’ve ever heard.

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and grabs the back of your neck, bringing your lips to his in a passionate kiss. You run your hands through his hair and lean into him, letting him steady you with his strong arms.

“You okay? Was that too rough?” He rubs slow circles on your lower back, his cock still buried deep in you. You lay your head on his shoulder and relax

“No… that was perfect” he chuckles at your response, running a hand through your hair.

“Good, because that was not the last time we will be doing that”

[morfanerina]

*sees another do Not ship Alastor bc he's aroace how disrespectful to aroace people post on the main radioapple tag*

Time to go write that filthy kinky sex fic with Alastor as I threatened!

Love

- an aroace who is tired of seeing this shit for the last months, you do not speak for all, let people ship and write as it doesn't at all influence canon in anyway or else many tv shows would have been waaaay gayer despite their characters being straight. (also this tells me you haven't read those fics of ace and aroace representation in relationships and I 100% would take 1000 ignorant fics if these are allowed to exist than none of them existing)

[mintaikk]

There's always those fics that put too much emphasis on it 😔

(Original video made by rarityswifez of Tiktok. I just added the words)

[forthevibe-w]

as usual with me, we have to take it slow the first time that i peg her.

despite her usual docility, she guides my strap to her hole. i'm sure she'd prefer if i did it, but i need help for the first time.

so she positions herself, then slowly lowers herself onto my strap. and she moans so loud, undoing herself before me, fucking herself on my dick. i will just watch with fascination, figuring out how to replicate what she likes. if she sounds so pretty now, i wonder what she'll sound like when i do it.

after a few moments, i will stop her. i'll grab her neck, or her hair, or even her waist, and tell her to stop. i'll remove myself from her hole, and flip us around, and pin her to the bed. i'll kiss her pretty lips and wait her her to beg for more. she's so desperate at this point, i doubt it'll take long, but i won't rush. i will touch her softly and bite her hard until i hear her ask for me to fuck her. if she rushes, i'll curl my lips into a smile, and whisper "be patient," until i'm ready.

this time, i'll fuck her myself. i will position myself over her aching hole and listen. when she begs, having tasted my strap but not truly been fucked by me, i will give her more than a taste. she said she likes it rough, so rough i will be. i'll slam into her with brute, unpracticed thrusts. i don't know how to be gentle, and would i even want to be? seeing her, i always want to take. this time, seeing her pleading beneath me, i want to fuck her at my will. i watched her do it, i know how she likes it, so this time, i'm letting her lie back and i am fucking her.

i'll watch her squirm beneath me, those huge eyes rolled back, helpless and consumed with pleasure. i'll listen to her pathetic noises moaned in sync with my rhythm, watching her hands go above her head without my action. i'll watch her become overwhelmed, crying, and incoherent. and then i'll watch her cum harder than she has in a long time.

and after she finishes, i want to hold her tight. i want to take her in my arms, and kiss her forehead, and make sure it wasn't too hard. i'll take off the strap and trace patterns into her skin while she comes down. i want to keep her there until the after tremors have faded and she's able to say more than "wow."

all this say, i want to fuck her, but we'll have to take it slow the first time. at least, slow at first. i'm sure i'll get used to it, but it'll take me a moment.

[velociraptors-dont-lie]

I am....49 chapters deep into my trafalgar law fic and.... I have no idea what I've done. 🤷‍♀️ I have never been so obsessed with my own fic before. How am I supposed to write my other shit? When I'm too busy writing disgusting smut and fluff about doctor sexy???

Wtf brooo

[roadsidegrave]

I don’t even read “””booktok books””” I’m sure that many are not very well written but the posts acting like people (women) enjoying fun unserious brain candy romance books are the death of literature are fucking annoying. who cares if they’re talking about tropes. who cares if the book is kinda fic-y. there always have been and always will be books that are not that good I promise literature is not dying out

[weirdo09]

i’m sorry but like do y’all actually like hobie or do you like a character to project on and treat you like shit in your self insert fics ?

[olympusrox]

safe to say that i just read a korrasami fanfic that ripped out my spine and stomped on it

IT DIDNT SAY ANYTHING ABOUT A SAD FUCKING ENDING IN THE TAGS MAN BUT WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT

[seoafin]

I want to know your messy booktok takes or books you hate so badly

LMAOOOO god i literally feel crazy going on booktok and seeing all these hyped up books and then reading it and wondering just how in the world these books got published. like lightlark? SUCKED. fourth wing? horrible. when the moon hatched? ....

like i genuinely don't think i've read a good 'mainstream booktok' romance recommendation. all the good book recs i've gotten are from the smaller more intellectually focused booktokers. there's also one more popular book i did not like but i can't say it because the author is active on tumblr and is a friend of a friend lol

[tenthdocter]

Just checked my ao3 fics and my amourshipping fic now has more hits than my smut fic and is also jow my my most popular fic! Exactly as it should be! I mean I like smut just as much as the next person but I'm kinda tired of seeing smuts get more attention than fics that are actually much better written and clearly have more effort put into them