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thisismysecondrodeo · 2 years ago

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This Seat Taken? pt. 2

AN: dedicated to the discord who requested to know what happened after they got off the bus in Part 1

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Light/dom sub dynamic, fingering, overstimulation, squirting, oral sex (female receiving)

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It was several rounds of drinks and even more chants of “Richmond ‘til we die” before you could find out what happens when you don’t act right, as Ted had promised. In fact, you had mostly forgotten about the whole thing until the walk home, your body tucked against Ted’s side and watching the streetlights dance across his beautiful face.

Ted looked at you and smiled. “Don’t go giving me those sleepy eyes now, when you’ve got a lesson to learn.” His voice was dark and teasing, and your body snapped to attention immediately. You nodded emphatically, “Yes sir.”

You and Ted had roleplayed some scenes before, and he knew how much you liked it when he (as he put it)...let a little Led out. So you were nearly vibrating with anticipation when the door to his apartment shut behind you. He was immediately pressing you back against it, the warmth of his broad shoulders pinning you in as he kissed you passionately. His large hand held the side of your neck, tilting your head to slot your lips together more firmly and you nearly melted to your knees. You whimpered lightly and he moved from your lips to your jaw, making his way to your ear to speak softly in your ear.

“I want you to go to the living room, strip down, and sit in the armchair. You can do that for me, can’t you?” You nodded breathlessly, your eyes wide and locked on his when he pulled away to search your face for any hesitation. Ted took a step back to give you room, watching as you easily followed his instructions. You thought about making getting naked sexier for him but you were so amped up you didn’t have the patience for a strip tease. Besides, by the time you were bare and sitting in his soft, plaid armchair you realized he’d gone into the kitchen and was no longer watching.

Ted came around the corner, sans-sweater, his sleeves rolled up to the elbow, with two glasses of water. He sat one glass on the table next to you and motioned for you to drink it as he took a long sip of his own. The longer you sat there the more awkward it felt to be so exposed, but Ted quickly finished his water and distracted you by stroking his hands up your arms, goosebumps raising on your skin. You finished your glass of water and Ted took it from you to set aside, leaning down to kiss you again. You reached to cup his face but he caught you gently by the wrist, returning your hands to the arms of the chair.

“Now now, darlin’, this is about teaching you what happens when you don’t act right. So unlike on the bus, I’m gonna need you to sit reallll still, you understand? Keep your hands right there.” You tried to answer, but Ted was already kissing down your neck, his hands caressing your body as he slid down to his knees in front of you. Ted lavished attention on one breast and then the other, his warm tongue circling your peaked nipples as your fingers flexed into the fabric of the armchair.

“Jesus Christ, Ted, this is—fuck,” you gasped as Ted moved onto your legs, gently spreading them apart to lick and nip against your inner thighs. He sat back against his heels, gripping the back of your knees to slide you forward in the chair, his breath ghosting over your already sensitive clit as he asked, “This is what?”

“Fuck you, this is hard,” you whined. Objectively, it wasn’t much of a punishment but it was torture to keep your hands to himself and he knew it.

“Good,” Ted chuckled, before licking a firm stripe from your entrance to your clit making you jump. He didn’t make you wait long before picking up the pace, eating you out like a man starved. Your knuckles were white with the force you were using to keep from weaving your hands in Ted’s thick hair. He was working you up insanely quickly and you couldn’t help but chant his name, his hand reaching up to pinch your nipples and send you over the edge.

“Good girl,” Ted smiled, his hands stroking your calves and you collapsed back into the chair, your eyes closing with a sigh. Your hands relaxed, just waiting for the go-ahead from Ted for you to reach out and touch him…and then you felt his mouth on you again.

“Ted, Ted, I can’t—” You were buzzing from your first orgasm and each stroke of his tongue against you was a sharp bolt of pleasure. You tried to reach for him, thinking you’d served your punishment already, but without looking he grabbed your hand and put it back in its spot.

“You can darlin’, you can take it. Be good for me,” Ted said with a smirk, pulling away to slowly slide his middle finger and then his ring finger into your wet center. You moaned loudly, clenching against his fingers as he slowly stroked the spot inside you that sent sparks up your spine. The only thing coming out of your mouth was a stream of expletives and when Ted brought his mouth back to suck on your clit you were a goner. Your ears rang and white flashed behind your eyes as wetness surged from between your legs. Ted worked you through it, his fingers slower and gentler as he left wet kisses against your thighs, evidence of your orgasm covering his face and mustache. You opened your eyes and giggled at the mess you’d made of him.

“Fuck, Ted, sor—”

“Don’t you dare apologize,” Ted cut you off, getting up from his knees with a groan to press his lips against yours. “Unless you didn’t learn your lesson.”

“Oh I certainly learned a lesson,” you laughed, finally stretching your hands to your boyfriend, bringing his face to yours to pepper with kisses. “Now will you let me put my hands to good use?”

"Yes ma'am!"

<- Part 1

#ted lasso #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso x reader #x reader #reader #reader insert

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snailor-bee · 1 year ago

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Nami x M!Reader / NSFW / 1.1k Summary: Nami decides to use you to blow off a little steam. Notes: This was written for the @op-xreader-zine!

Nami grins down at you kneeling between her feet, her long legs spread wide. You look a treat, naked and twitching, desire shimmering in your eyes as you stare up at her. But you're doing well and don’t move, wanting to be her good boy.

“Keep your hands still,” she says, and you nod, palms flat on your thighs, fingers digging into the flesh as if to keep them from touching her. With her bare foot, she drags her toes against your shaft and delights in the shiver that wracks through you. “So hard already and we haven’t even started ,” Nami teases and you whimper pathetically.

But really, that’s just how Nami likes her men. Lifting her leg, she props the calf on your shoulder. “Alright, go on then.” She leans back against the couch in the aquarium room, getting herself comfortable.

The rest of the Strawhat crew have already left to enjoy the island they just pulled into, and Nami plans on doing the same.

Except first she wants to blow off a little steam.

Which is where you come in.

You start by placing kisses on her knee before moving up her thigh. Nami leans against her palm, elbow propped up on the couch back, making her lower half slide down just a little closer to you.

Her skirt is loose enough that with her other hand, she lifts it out of the way as you continue trailing kisses upward. She’d already removed her underwear in preparation for this and you press a delicate kiss against her naked core before lapping between her folds.

Your tongue is warm and wet and oh so good. Nami fights down the urge to moan, not wanting to give you the satisfaction so quickly. Still, she must have moved a little because without wasting more time, you buried your tongue deep into her.

She hisses and you take that as encouragement, alternating between sucking and pistoning your tongue inside of her. The pressure feels heavenly, her cunt quickly growing wet under your ministrations, making squelching sounds as you continue eating her out to your heart's content.

When your lips close around her clit and suck lightly, she rolls her head back with a heady moan. “That’s good, more,” she demands, hand grabbing onto your hair and tugging you closer.

Your tongue dances between her folds, rubbing deliciously against her clit before circling back down to thrust into her core. Nami arches her back at the feeling and says your name, making you moan, the sound muffled against her flesh.

“Finger me,” she commands and quickly you lift a hand to join where your mouth is pressed against her. One finger easily slips inside her before another joins it, the stretch of only encouraging the heat that’s been gathering in the pit of her stomach to burn even hotter.

It feels amazing , the way you suck her clit just right and the way your fingers move in and out of her without pause. Nami can feel her orgasm building and she grabs onto your wrist.

You know what that means, and you double your attention on her clit, tongue rubbing over it as you start to finger her faster. Her toes curl, clenching on air. “Deeper, deeper,” Nami chants, tightening her grip over your wrist, and you curl your fingers until it hits that spot inside her that has her seeing stars. She moans loudly, her orgasm crashing over her.

Immediately afterwards, Nami relaxes back into the couch with a sigh of relief. You return to pressing little kisses against the skin of her inner thighs, your hands wrapped around her shaking calves.

You’d moved them without permission, Nami notes distantly. She’ll have to punish you for that later, but for now, she's feeling just a tad generous.

“You can masturbate now,” she says airily.

You groan with relief as your hand immediately wraps around your cock, the head a bright red and your precum leaking down the shaft your only source of lube. Nami smirks as you start thrusting, your moans filling up the room. “Lean back, make it a show.” Your eyebrows furrow as you whine but you put your other hand behind you, leaning your body back so it makes a lovely arch, putting yourself on display for her.

All the while, your hand never stops moving on your cock. You’re trembling now, and Nami knows you’re close. “Such a good boy,” she coos. “Does he want to come?”

“Yes!” you all but shout, hips thrusting up to meet the jerking motion you’re making with your fist. “Please, Nami, pleaseeee.”

She snickers. Nami loves seeing you like this, a pleading and desperate mess. “Go ahead then, baby. Come for me.”

At her permission, your body locks up as you start to cum all over yourself, coating your chest in ribbons of hot cum. You collapse to your ass, wrung out and panting hard as Nami stands, skirt falling back into place. She puts a hand on her hip and waits for your gaze to sharpen back into awareness as you come down from your high.

You follow the lines up her body, eyes drinking her in the way that she just adores. When they finally meet her own, Nami smiles, pleased with the devotion she sees within them.

“Get dressed.” She throws a washcloth at your chest, straight into the middle of your mess. “You touched me without permission, that deserves a punishment.” You sigh in disappointment as you start to wipe off the come. Nami’s eyes sharpen. “Buttt, I’m in a good mood.” She laughs when you perk up.

“Let’s see what you get first, a reward or a punishment,” she says walking towards the exit.

“Uh, Nami?” your voice stops her at the door and she turns back to where you’re grabbing at the bundle of your clothes. “Your underwear?” You lift up the pair of pink panties she’d slid off at the beginning.

She licks her lips and watches the way your eyes drop to watch the movement. “I don’t need them. Keep them for me, won’t you? Hurry up, you need to carry my bags.” Then, just because she can, she adds, “It’s pretty windy today you know.”

Nami opens the door, and she hears you let out a yelp and it sounds like you drop your bundle of clothes. She giggles as she closes the door behind herself, waiting a few seconds before starting to make her way to the docks. She'd never say so, but she was going slowly so you had time to catch up. She needs her man to pay for her lunch and carry all her things after all!

Along the way, she'll think of an appropriate punishment and reward. Nami smirks as a door slams open, your voice yelling her name drifting down to where she's waiting for you.

#one piece #one piece x reader #bee writes #bee writing #nami x reader #male reader

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shcyc · 2 years ago

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! ONE MORE

CW; food & temperature play (wine, ice), slight bondage (tie), oral — receiving

kuroo tetsurō thinks may be blessed by the gods, especially with you trembling and chanting his name beneath him as if your life depends on it — thoughts of how cute you look while trying not to focus on the ice cube sliding down your body flood his mind

today is all about you! making you feel good and trying new things, about exploring and learning more about yourself for the both of you so he can love you better

so you keep your 'complaints' to yourself as he ties his abandoned tie around your wrist, holding your body in place as he leans down, pink tongue peeking out of his mouth to circle the ice cube, leaving hot trails of his breath on your shivering body

food and temperature play was never something you wanted to try, especially because it could be a waste of food and a hassle to clean everything up — but when your boyfriend suggests trying something new for a change, you agree, knowing that he'll make you feel good like he always has

kuroo groans as he leans in closer, mouth bringing the already melting ice to your chest, tongue swirling both the ice and your nipples, making it harden almost instantly at the erotic way he does it

it's only the beginning, and you're already a panting mess from his tongue and ice — your gaze falls to your boyfriend, who is so intent on making you feel good that he hasn't even taken off his suit, the growing tent in his pants extremely obcious as he holds himself up with his arms at either side of you

he drags a new piece of ice down your abdomen, your body heating up once more at the colder temperature on your warm skin, and kuroo laughs as your hips buck up into the air, looking for any kind of friction to soothe the itching ache between your legs, so close yet so far

the bed dips when he shifts himself to a kneeling position, the ice crunching in his mouth as you look up to meet the devlish glint in his eyes – the smell of wine soon fills the room as you watch him open a bottle before taking a swig

"bet it'll taste better here."

kuroo pours the red liquid onto your lower body, the sensation of cool wine sliding between your legs makes you whine — he pulls your legs apart before sinking low again, leaving kisses and bite marks on your inner thighs, clearly avoiding where you want him the most

"tetsu, please— can't take it anymore ..." your hips wiggle helplessly in his grip, begging him to just eat you out, and you know he loves it when you beg and tell him what you want

"don't mind if I do."

he laughs before finally pressing his face against your dripping core, tongue attacking your clit with licks and sucks followed by the occasional swirling, moans of his name bounce off the walls as you try to keep yourself grounded by digging your fingers into your palm, your body reacting in the exact opposite way you want it to by pushing yourself further into his mouth, the feeling just too good to let go, as embarrassing as it is

you can tell how much your boyfriend is enjoying the situation because he doesn't seem to move, even when your heels dig into his back to try and get him to stop, your words flying right by his ears — your orgasm was approaching and you don't think it's a good idea for him to keep going, but he doesn't care, not when he knows you're close and about to do something you've never done before

the knot in your abdomen tightens even more as his tongue applies even more pressure on your clit, fingers never stopping inside your cunt, the pads of his fingers brushing deliciously on your sweet spot — you relax into the overwhelming sensation as you let go, releasing the knot inside you so delectably that you pass out for a second

you regain consciousness after a while and watch as your boyfriend looks at you in awe, this is the first time you've squirted and it won't be your last; you shift your body back away from him a little, knowing exactly what he's thinking — but what else can you do but yelp and give in when he smirks and pulls you towards him barely using any strength, easily hooking your legs over his shoulders before going down on you once again

"you can give me another one, right princess?"

#^ fics!#haikyuu #timeskip haikyuu #kuroo #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo smut #kuroo tetsuro smut #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo x reader

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the-bats-who-simp · 1 year ago

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Devotion to the Preacher

~Part 2~

A Bat Coven LLC Production

Summary: Vivian's probation is lasting longer than she expected it to. No matter how much she tries, Jamie doesn't seem to budge. Eventually, matters must be taken into her own hands...

Warnings: Smut 18+, Praise Kink, Spanking, Fingering, Unprotected P in V Sex, Sir Kink (kind of?), Dirty Talk, Swearing (I'm going to hell for sure, also this was nooot proof-read), Cult-Like Behaviors, Religious Imagery, Blood, Witches.

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Vivian tried her hardest to not appear bored or upset. She stood obediently behind Jamie on his pulpit with the others, watching and listening intentely. As intentely as she could, of course. The congregation started chanting and she followed suit, but it was more mindless for Vivian. Her thoughts were elsewhere.

It had been three weeks and she was still on her probation. Lilith and Nora were free to return to their usual duties after a week or so. It made sense, of course, Vivian had done the most towards the demon summoning, so by all rights her punishment should be longer.

But it was an accident. Why was she being punished so long for an accident? She knew she wouldn't do it again, Vivian had learned her lesson.

She missed participating in rituals. Her probation meant she'd missed the full moon and the time to spend the night in the woods-encircled meadow with the others. Vivian burned her incense and laid out her altar accordingly but it wasn't quite the same. Dancing, burning offerings, and chanting all naked in the moonlight...

Vivian was never exactly dependent upon partaking in her Indulgences, as good as they were, but now that she was barred, she felt needier than usual. She'd pretended like she wasn't bothered when Nora's punishment was lifted and practically the entire valley heard her pleasured cries.

She banished the memory as best as she could, but Vivian's thighs still betrayed her, pressing together. Maybe Jamie would notice, but she didn't care, instead focusing on him taking a chalice from David. It triggered more memories for Vivian, seeing the cup.

Back then, she had no idea what the Latin chanting meant. Even now she still didn't fully. It was brand new to her then, though, the church empty save for her, the other witches, and Jamie, standing behind her to perform his part of the ritual.

The wood basin she sat in had a few inches of water in it, various herbs floating around her legs. It smelled earthy, a pleasant smell. She felt something soft fall around her and on her head, ashes of some kind. It clouded up the water. The smoke from the incense caught the candle-light to make its curls stand out against the otherwise dark church. The windows were shut even if it was past midnight.

Somehow the pendant around her neck made her feel even more naked, a gold V with red crystals, representing her name. It had been explained to her that each witch had some symbol that was theirs, a sign of inner power of some kind. Lilith used hers as an example, a rune, she said, representing angels. It was drawn on her wrist as well.

A warm liquid spilled onto Vivian's head, briefly making her forget her shame of being so exposed. Too thick to be water, she looked down and realized her skin and the water was stained red. Blood. Whos or what, she had no idea. Rather than feeling disgusted, it felt comforting, empowering in a way. It blended into her hair, thin streaks running down her arms and breasts.

"For the witches." Jamie had said in English, which the others repeated in unison. He offered Vivian a hand to help her out of the basin. The self-consciousness she had felt stepping into the basin nude had vanished as she stepped out similarly. Jamie smiled down at her, taking her chin between two fingers before kissing her gently.

Lilith had been right; his charms were too tempting to refuse. A baptism and a wedding of sorts, yet the blood only managed to stain Jamie's two fingers that had touched Vivian's face. She licked them clean herself.

Remembering they had shared the bed that night only irritated Vivian in the present day more. She tried to not think about it, she'd be welcomed into Jamie's embrace when the time was right, she need only wait.

Of course, trying to not think about something only made you think about it more.

Jamie ended his sermon and dismissed the congregation of villagers as usual. Sometimes he spoke to them, sometimes he had things to attend to. The witches always stayed still until instructed otherwise.

Once the last of the villagers left, they relaxed, removing their ceremonial robes and masks. The others cleaned up, but Vivian wasn't allowed to. She quietly began to slip out of the church.

"Vivian?" Jamie called after her. She perked up, immediately looking back to him. Maybe this was it, maybe she was released.

"Yes, sir?" Vivian asked, trying to not let her hope show lest she be wrong.

"You'll bring your macaroni salad to dinner tonight, love?" Jamie said, smiling warmly. Vivian's smile faltered for only a second. Not the response she was hoping for. She nodded.

"Of course. Extra carrot bits." Vivian replied, retreating out the door and back down the hill towards her house. She couldn't cry, she refused to cry.

A single sob escaped her lips as she sat on her bed. How long was she to be punished for? It was Friday, if she wasn't released today, it would be another week. Fridays were her days, the nights she'd spend with Jamie.

Vivian took a breath, wiping the stray tears from her hot face. Maybe he would release her at dinner tonight. That made sense. They could retreat to his room immediately after. Vivian's resolve hardened as she picked up her shattered pride and wandered to the kitchen to boil some water.

She was going to make the best damn macaroni salad she'd ever made if that's what it would take.

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Eating dinner communally was always a nice time. The sun was hanging just so in the sky so everything was cast in a warm glow as it set. Usually they ate inside Jamie's dining room, but today it was nice enough out that the coven sat around a bench outside. Jamie always sat at the head, Nora at his right hand. David sat next to her, then Eva. Theresa sat at the opposite end of the table to Jamie. Then Mars, Lilith, and then Vivian directly to Jamie's left. Eldest to youngest. Vivian would always be the baby of the coven.

She tried to act on her best behavior, being more polite than usual and filtering her swears. The perfect witch. She passed around her macaroni salad, made conversation, acted like nothing was wrong.

It only got harder the longer dinner seemed to progress and the more mixed signals Jamie seemed to be sending. Looking at her when speaking to the collective, intentionally brushing his hand against hers to take a platter of food.

Then Jamie noted the storm clouds rolling in and bid everyone goodnight before retreating back to his house. Everyone grabbed their dishes, but Vivian stared after Jamie numbly. Her stomach knotted and she fought back her damned tears.

"I'm sorry, Viv. Maybe he's still trying to figure things out. You won't be on probation forever." Lilith said, resting a comforting hand on her shoulder. Vivian just nodded, not looking at Lilith. The other witch left her alone, grabbing both hers and Vivian's platters. The least she could do was wash the dishes for her.

Eventually Vivian was alone at the bench as the rain began to fall. Sighing, she traveled back down the hill and mentally prepared herself for another Friday night alone. She lit her fireplace and candles, slipping into her nightgown and staring at the flames for a while.

Could she go for another week? And even then, there was no guarentee next week would be it, either. Would Jamie really make her sit on the side for a month? Maybe longer?

The thought sent anger bubbling through Vivian. That's ridiculous! Over a month of being punished for an accident. Not if she had anything to say about it.

Fueled by her anger and perhaps her neediness, Vivian grabbed a night robe and threw the front door open, stepping into the drizzle and marching right up to Jamie's house, the lights inside warm and inviting.

Well, she was going to get in either way.

Planting her feet, she knocked on the front door. Five seconds passed before Jamie opened it. He was still dressed in his day clothes, just less put together, the white button up he wore under his waistcoat unbuttoned at the top to let some of his tattoos peek out. He opened his mouth to say something before Vivian cut him off.

"Are you ever gonna take me off of probation? It's already been three weeks and you're looking at turning that into almost a month. We both know what I did was an accident and we both know I won't do it again. I've tried everything, been the perfect witch and it gets me nothing. The fuck do you want me to do, get on my knees and beg? Well, here. I'm begging. I want off probation. Now."

Jamie said nothing for a moment, just looked at Vivian. Sopping wet and irritated in the rain on his stoop. A smug smile curled onto his face.

"You want off your probation?" He asked.

"Yes! And wipe that stupid smirk off your face. I'm here, this is what you're gonna get."

"And you think you can speak to me like that?"

"I'll say whatever the fuck I want, I'm not playing games. I. Want. Off. And you--"

Jamie slammed his lips down onto Vivian's, holding her head in place with one hand on her jaw. She could feel the smirk on his face, but Vivian suddenly didn't care, relieved to be touching Jamie again. He pulled away, his hand sliding further down her jaw to cup her chin, holding tight.

"That's all you had to do." Jamie said lowly.

"What? Bitch about it?" Vivian asked.

"Ask me. Nora's right, you do have a problem with your confidence. You need to assert yourself and be more forward. Your instincts are very sharp, you just need to trust them."

Vivian blinked. "So I could have been released three weeks ago if I'd just asked?"

"Yes. And now you're released."

"Oh no the fuck you don't, does this mean you'd let this go on for months if I kept saying nothing? Are you insane?"

"Maybe. But I knew eventually your own need would push you forward. Poor little Vivian, all pent up and needing a release." Jamie grinned and licked his lips. "Is that what you need?"

Vivian nodded, heat rising in her stomach. Jamie leaned in closer, holding her jaw tighter.

"And you didn't touch yourself at all while waiting for me?" He asked. Vivian flushed but shook her head. Her big brown eyes widened, almost too innocent.

"No sir." She whispered.

"That's my good girl." Jamie said, sweeping Vivian off her feet and shutting the front door as he brought her inside and up the stairs to the bedroom. The butterflies began to fill Vivian's stomach as Jamie laid her down on the bed. He crawled on top of her and began kissing her forcefully, his tongue already probing her mouth. She whimpered, trying to pull him closer. Her hair sprawled out around her, looking like a fan of blood around her head.

Jamie started kissing down and biting Vivian's throat, trying to mark her as much as possible with purple bruises. A single weak "fuck" escaped her lips as her hips began to roll of their own accord. Jamie sat up, snaking a hand behind Vivian's back and pulling her into his chest, holding her there.

"You really should be more watchful of your language, love." Jamie said, his voice already an octave lower. "I'll give you two options. You can bend over my lap and take your punishment or you can get on your knees and take my cock into your filthy little mouth."

Vivian felt her cunt clench around nothing at his words, but chose to not respond verbally. She instead slid away from Jamie's grip and laid herself neatly across his lap, her ass up and waiting. Jamie smirked, running a hand over her backside. He hooked his finger under the waistband of her panties and gently slid them down and off, exposing her to him. His hand caressed it again before landing a harsh slap down against it. Vivian let out a yelp, ignoring the wetness beginning to drip down her legs and onto Jamie's pants.

"If you swear, we start over." Jamie said, landing another slap to her ass. Vivian whimpered but nodded her understanding. She took the next three spanks graciously before letting out a loud moan on the sixth. She'd always hated getting spanked as a child, yet now here she was practically begging for it.

She moaned louder on the seventh slap, the sting growing worse. The eighth she let out a breathy "oh..." before stopping herself from adding the "fuck."

"Such a good girl, taking her punishment so well. And you're learning. We don't use that language unless I say we can, right?" Jamie cooed, delivering the ninth spank to Vivian's ass. She screamed, feeling more warm slick leak down her thighs.

Once Jamie spanked her for the last time, his fingers slipped down to her cunt, collecting the wetness dripping from it. He examined it on his fingers for a moment before indicating to Vivian to sit up. She complied, face red as she straddled his waist. The nightgown she wore was already covered in wrinkles.

"Is everything okay?" She asked. Jamie ran his thumb against his fingers, inspecting the arousal on them with a smug smile.

"Little Vivian liked her punishment, didn't she?" He turned to look at her, putting his fingers into his mouth to suck her slick off. "She's dripping everywhere."

Vivian nodded sheepishly, wrapping her arms around the back of Jamie's neck. He chuckled, pulling her arms away before lifting the bottom hem of her night dress and pulling it over her head. He tossed the garment aside, leaving Vivian fully exposed to him. Her hands went to the buttons of his waistcoat, but Jamie stopped her, resting them on his shoulders as his spit covered fingers slowly traveled lower until the brushed against her lower folds. Vivian sighed, her head falling backwards.

Jamie sank two of his fingers inside of her, curling them to brush her sweet spot. He pulled his fingers out again before stuffing them back inside, repeating the gesture. Moans tore their way out of Vivian's mouth the faster Jamie thrusted his fingers. She began to see stars, the pleasure overwhelming her.

"Are you gonna cum, love? Are you gonna soak my fingers?" Jamie asked her, almost mockingly.

"Mmm... 'm gonna... please. Please, let... let me cum. I'm..." Vivian's words were broken up by moans and gasps. Her hips rolled as she chased her orgasm. Jamie's thumb found its way to her clit and started tracing small circles. Vivian seemed to take this as permission, screaming Jamie's name as she came around his fingers.

"That's it, good girl. Shh, there you go." Jamie said soothingly, helping Viv ride her orgasm out before removing his fingers completely. He brought them up to Vivian's lips, to which she took them in her mouth instantly. She sucked his fingers, rolling her tongue over the tips in a desperate attempt to clean them completely.

Jamie gently moved Vivian off of his lap to lay on the bed. Slowly, he peeled off his outer layers until he wae fully nude and bared in front of Vivian. Her mouth went dry as he crawled back on top of her, kissing her hungrily. They were both able to taste her arousal on each other's lips, which only fueled them further.

Vivian felt herself being rolled over, now laying on top of Jamie with his head against the pillow. He broke the kiss, cupping her jaw and running his thumb across her bottom lip.

"My beautiful little witch..." Jamie whispered, slightly struck in awe of Vivian. Her cherry red hair fell in thick waves down her front and back, already frizzy from her sweat. Her big brown eyes, always lingering on him as if he were sculpted by the gods themselves. Round face, pale skin, full lips, all of it Vivian and all of it just for Jamie, forever.

A smirk curled on Vivian's face this time as she started grinding down on Jamie's waist.

"How about you show your little witch how much you love and desire her?" She said lowly.

"And how do you propose I do that?" Jamie was being cheeky now.

"Am I allowed to swear?"

"Mmm... one swear. Any more after that and I'll have to punish you again."

Vivian grinned, continuing to rotate her hips.

"I want you to fill me with your cock and fuck me. Claim me as yours and mark me all night long. I want to be your good girl." She said breathlessly. Jamie grinned before positioning Vivian over his length and letting her sink all the way down on it. She gasped at the intrusion, clenching around him as she adjusted. Jamie's hips stuttered at the sensation, making Vivian clench her teeth.

Once she felt comfortable, Vivian started to raise and lower her hips, gently riding Jamie with small gasps. Her pace began to increase as Jamie began to match her with his own hips. More moans and gasps escaped Vivian as she bounced increasingly rapidly on his dick. Then, Jamie began to thrust up into Vivian, hitting spots deep inside of her that made her scream. Her fingers dug into his chest as his hands found her hips.

"Such a good girl..." Jamie started, pausing with a gasp of his own. "Such a good fucking girl, fucking herself on my cock, taking me so well."

"Always your good girl, always gonna be your... fuck, your good girl." Vivian babbled. Without missing a beat, Jamie landed a slap against Vivian's ass, causing her to yelp out a moan.

"Vivian, your language." Jamie hissed.

"Sorry, sir." Vivian sighed, reaching down to rub at her clit to chase her high. A growl formed in the back of Jamie's throat before her gripped harder onto Vivian and flipped them both over. Jamie pounded into Vivian, making her scream. She felt Jamie wrap her leg around his waist as he angled himself deeper into her.

"You're mine, you understand? I need you to say it, tell me you're mine." Jamie bellowed, thrusting wildly.

"Yours, I'm yours. Always yours, always mine." Vivian managed to choke out. "I'm... god, Jamie, I'm gonna... ahh..."

"Gonna cum? Go ahead, cum for me. Cum for your preacher." Jamie reached down and circled Vivian's clit again. It pushed her over the edge as she came with a loud cry. Jamie thrusted into her a few more times before he released inside of her. Vivian gasped for air as Jamie flopped down on top of her. They were both covered in a thin film of sweat, their hair soaked and frizzy.

Vivian let out a smile with a contented sigh, reaching down to brush a stray lock of hair out of Jamie's eyes. He smiled at her, leaning forward to capture her lips in a tender kiss. He rolled off of Vivian before pulling her close to lay her head on his chest, stroking her hair gently.

"I love you, Vivian. I never want to make you feel like you have to earn it. It's yours. Just like the others, I am yours just as you are mine. My witches." Jamie said softly. Vivian smiled.

"Even if we summon demons by mistake?" She asked. Jamie chuckled.

"We'll figure it out. You're all smart enough to come up with something." He paused. "All night, you said?"

"Did I fucking stutter?" Vivian asked smirking as Jamie rolled back over her.

"What did I say? You have to behave yourself." He said, his hard tone contrasting his grin.

"But what if I don't want to?" Vivian asked coyly as Jamie crashed his lips into hers.

#hahaha holy shit that's it that's your smut ya filthy bats #the bat coven llc #the bat coven #the jcb llc #bat coven llc #jcb llc

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bloodnikki · 8 months ago

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Here's some Lucifer smut

Or how I show off I'm proud of how well my writing has improved in my fanfic.

He smirked down at her. His mind was made up. She gasped as the tip of tail slid along her lower opening. He closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling. He could feel her hips moving to rub on the pointed extremity. Lucifer wondered if she knew how good that felt. Few knew how sensitive that limb could be.

The devil willed himself to look at her as his tail pushed inside of her wetness. She cried out as it slid in and out of her, stretching her until the top could fit completely inside of her. His mouth found her torso as he started to touch and feel her flesh. He bit every place his lips found. He licked and kissed her as his tail fucked her pussy. It pleased him to hear her moans for more. It thrilled him to know how much she wanted more. He was fucking her in a way no other angel could. He let out a needy hiss as her inner walls closed around the extremity. She wanted to feel more. It drove her crazy how good he felt. Ophelia whined as he pulled away from her and ripped his tail out of her. It waved in the air covered in her juices before slowly lowering towards her mouth. Her pink orbs locked his red eyes as opened her mouth to accept. She sucked the cum covered limb with a deep hum in her body. Greedy. She was greedy for anything he could offer her. More would never be enough. She could hear the sound of a belt coming undone and a zipper coming down. She gave his tail one final lick before pulling her head back.

Ophelia let out a half giggle as she was flipped onto her stomach and pulled roughly backward. She made sure to spread her legs wide enough to support whatever he was planning. She felt his fingers reach inside of her to coat his claws. He pumped them back and further. She could feel how hard and ready he was to take her as he allowed himself to slide his dick against the folds of her wanting hole. Ophelia bit her lower lip as struggled with her binds. She wasn’t sure if he was teasing her or deciding on what he wanted. Either way, it was driving her crazy.

She felt his wet fingers push into her bottom hole. He moved slowly but hard as he stretched her out. She let out a loud, shaky cry of agreement as he kept moving. He could tell that she was ready to climax. Lucifer slammed his cock into her rear hole and pushed his tail into her front hole just as she hit the peak of her release. Her whole body shivered and tightened around him as she cried out his name with praise and repeatedly muttered yes as she started to rock her hips. More. She was greedy for more.

Ophelia felt the spell fading from her wrists. She grinned with joy. Lucifer was going to allow her to touch him. He pulled her up so her back was flushed with his chest. One arm circled her waist while the other wrapped up her torso and played with her breast as he thrusted up into her. Reaching behind her, she felt for his horns and started to run her hands up and down them as she chanted yes and more over and over again in different tongues.

“Mine.” He informed her as he pushed deeper and harder. He muttered it over and over as she agreed each time. It surprised him when he felt her hand overlap his and pushed his clawed finger into her flesh. Gasping and moaning, she turned her head to face him. Her mouth messily found his mouth. Lucifer’s body shook as she whispered to him in the language of The Garden one word as she pressed on his hand ‘Yes’ before moving to slip her tongue into his mouth. Without allowing himself a second to think, he allowed his hand to move freely. His nails drew into her flesh. Lucifer was assaulting every hole she had and she wasn’t sure how much more she could take. When she felt the slice into her breast, she felt a new height of pleasure hit her. She shivered to her core as she moved to look at him.

#hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel oc #not for minors

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starksbabie · 10 months ago

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The Ink That Binds Us - Chapter 4

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Summary: Your Alpha Gator was just going to pick you up from work, but what he didn't expect was to find his Omega in heat. He's going to take care of you and he's going to make sure you know, you're his. Forever.

Tags/Warnings: Soulmates AU, A/B/O, smut, 18+ mdni, soulmates have matching tattoos, Gator Tillman (he’s his own warning). p in v, creampie, fingering, oral (fem receiving), breeding kink, semi-public sex, knotting, mating (biting), use of pet names.

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: It's here! This picks up right were the last chapter ended and is the longest chapter yet. It’s also the most explicit thing I've ever written so please be kind to me. I hope you all enjoy!

Gator focuses on the road while his hand squeezes your thigh.

“Touch yourself for me, Omega. I can smell your slick. Not even your scent blockers stand a chance. Spread that slick over your cute little clit for me, Blossom.” His voice has dropped into his alpha register you don’t stand a chance to resist.

Your cheeks and even the tips of your ears warm at his words. You spread your legs further at his command and dip your fingers under your skirt pushing your panties to the side, lightly teasing your swollen clit. The wanton moan that falls from your lips startles you, you’re not normally so vocal when you get yourself off.

Gator glances over and flips up the skirt of your uniform, groaning softly as he watches you.

“Fuck… does that feel good, Blossom? I can’t wait to get my hands on you.” He smirks, returning his eyes to the road as he slides his hand up your thigh.

He bats your hand out of the way as he tugs your panties down your thighs roughly, you lift your hips to help him. Before you know it he has two fingers circling your clit.

You gasp and grab onto his wrist, trying to close your thighs around his hand. He pulls away long enough to wrench them apart and slap your inner thigh.

“Keep them open. You will not deny me what’s mine, Omega.” He snarls.

You nod quickly as slick gushes from you.

“Y-yes, Alpha.”

“Good girl.” He smiles, as he returns to running his fingers over your clit.

You arch your back off the seat as you feel that familiar heat building in your lower belly.

You gasp softly as your eyes roll back, “Alpha, please! I’m so close!”

Gator only smirks and slides his thick middle and ring fingers into your dripping entrance helping to stretch you open for what’s to come when you reach your nest. You roll your hips eagerly against the heel of his hand grinding your swollen, sensitive clit against his rough skin, quickly approaching your high.

Gator pulls into your driveway and parks the truck turning all his attention to you, curling his fingers, as he fucks them into you. The squelching of your slick fills his ears as he leans in and kisses along your neck.

“Fuck… I can’t wait to have you underneath me. To mark you… to fucking breed you. Everyone is going to know you’re mine, Omega. Now be a good girl and cum for me.” He mumbles, against your flushed skin.

You gasp at his words, cumming as he says it, your walls clenching down around his fingers as you moan his name. One hand clinging to the leather of the seat the other flying into his hair as you tangle your fingers into his dark locks and tug against the roots, gasping out his name, chanting it like a prayer as fireworks cloud your vision.

Slowly you return to yourself, breathing heavily, as Gator presses soft kisses everywhere he can reach whispering soft praises to you.

“Good girl, good Omega. Fuck… you’re so beautiful.”

You pull back just far enough to look into his lust-blown pupils and smile softly before kissing him deeply, tasting something tangy and musky on his lips. You realize you’re tasting your slick on him, while you were out of it he must have sucked his fingers clean. The mental image has you moaning softly and he takes the opportunity to lick into your mouth.

Once he’s thoroughly dominated your mouth he pulls away. His hand cradling the back of your head.

“C’mon my pretty Omega. Let’s go inside.”

He gets out and runs around the truck to help you out as you quickly fix your panties and skirt, glancing around to make sure none of your neighbors are outside.

Gator snatches your keys out of your hands and opens the door.

“Go to your room and get ready for me, Blossom. I’m just gonna grab some supplies real quick.” He presses a kiss to your forehead and slaps your ass, causing you to let out a cute little squeak, as you turn and run off down the hall while he makes his way to the kitchen.

He grabs some water bottles and some premade snacks from your pantry, before toeing off his boots in the hall and making his way towards you and your nest.

You quickly shed your uniform dropping it in your hamper as you look around your room. You glance at your nest and wonder if Gator will like it.

‘Alpha will love it.’ Your Omega purrs, ‘Alpha wants us, wants our nest, our babies. It’s perfect.’

You quickly grab the little stuffed Moose you’ve had since childhood and hide him in your closet, before turning when you hear the door open.

Gator looks at you, standing at the foot of your bed, in nothing but your cute, white bra and panties with the little pink bow looking like a deer caught in the headlights of his truck, he’s never been harder in his life.

He sets everything down on your nightstand before stalking over to you. Shrugging off his vest in the process.

Gator settles his hands on your hips and ducks his head to lavish kisses along your neck. Stopping to suck a mark into your scent gland, making your knees weak.

You let out a soft breathy moan at his actions, “A-Alpha.”

He smirks against your skin, before softly pulling off, with a wet pop.

“Just showing you where I’m going to leave my mark, Omega mine. Where I’m going to bind you to me forever.” He grins, pulling you flush against him so you can feel his desire against your lower belly.

You bite your lip, looking up at him and he growls lowly leaning in and kissing you hard, sucking on your lower lip before nipping it roughly, causing you to whimper.

“If anyone's gonna bite that lip it’s gonna be me, little Omega, got it?”

You nod, as he backs you up, your knees catching on the end of your bed. He lays you back into your nest and helps you get comfortable as he climbs on top of you.

“Look at you, look at this nest… so perfect. So perfect for me.”

He reaches back and pulls his shirt off one-handed, he moves to toss it off the bed but you snatch it from him and roll slightly to your side tucking it into your nest and smiling when it’s just right. You lay back under him and Gator is watching you with a look you’ve never seen on his face before.

Gator’s heart swells as you tuck his scent-filled shirt right next to where your head will lay in the nest. A sign of love and affection he’s never had before, he leans in and kisses you pressing you deeply into the mattress as he rolls his hips into yours, drawing soft whines of pleasure as his clothed cock, ruts against your core.

“Alpha, please! Need more!” You beg, digging your nails into his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks in the muscles there.

“My greedy little Omega, I’ll give you more, just relax baby. We have all the time in the world.”

He begins trailing kisses along your jaw and down the other side of your neck. He presses one into the hallow of your throat and traces your collarbones with the tip of his tongue, as your breathing becomes labored and your chest heaves under him.

He reaches under you and unhooks your bra, groaning in delight when he takes in the sight of your bare chest before him.

“Fuck… all this for me?” He tosses your bra aside and leans in kissing the top of your breast gently, cupping the other in his massive warm hand. He slowly kisses his way lower until he takes your pert nipple into his mouth, you arch your back at the feeling, moaning as he gives you more of what you want.

“Yes! Thank you, Alpha.”

That makes him smile against you and he rewards you by softly sucking the nipple currently in his mouth, rolling the other expertly between his callused fingers, before pulling off with a wet pop and pressing a soft kiss in the valley of your breasts and giving the same attention to the other side.

You’re a whimpering mess under him, rolling your hips up against him, your panties positively ruined with your slick as you beg for more. He pulls off and looks at you his pupils blown wide with lust.

“Present for me, Omega. Show me how good you can be.” His voice is husky, as he presses back onto his knees to allow you to move.

You roll to your belly, but Gator’s impatient. He grabs your hips and lifts them up, pressing a hand between your shoulder blades forcing your back into a deep arch as he grinds into you from behind a low moan leaving his lips.

“Good girl. Good, Omega.”

His free hand runs over the round curve of your ass before he grabs a handful, causing you to moan into your pillow.

His hand on your upper back slowly trails down your spine before he hooks his fingers into your panties and pulls them down revealing your glistening pussy. He groans at the sight.

“Fuck me… how did I get so goddamn lucky?” He presses a tender kiss to the swell of your ass before leaning in and licking a fat stripe from your clit to your dripping entrance.

You gasp and rock yourself back against his tongue, Gator laughs against you before spanking you, the slap resounding around the room and shocking you slightly.

“Be good and take what I give you.”

You nod into the pillow, fisting the sheets as he roughly sucks on your aching clit, your slick soaking him.

Gator continues to suck on your clit flicking his tongue over the swollen bud, as he slides two fingers into your entrance, searching for the spot he knows will make you sing for him.

“Alpha!” You pant when he does find it, his long fingers massaging over that spot that you can never seem to reach on your own.

He moans against you as you tighten around his fingers.

“There it is, huh Omega?” He asks with a cocky rasp as he pulls off your clit with a slick pop. He knows that he’s found it, he can tell by the way your walls are doing their best to pull him back in.

You nod and whimper, “Please… please don’t stop!”

Gator can barely contain the pride in his tone, “I wouldn’t dream of it, Omega mine. Give it to me. C’mon now. Be my good girl.”

He continues fucking his fingers into you, your slick dripping halfway to his wrist as the familiar coil tightens in your belly once more.

“Alpha, I’m gonna- I’m gonna-!”

You don’t even get the chance to finish your sentence as the damn breaks and the second orgasm of your heat washes over you. Your back arches further, your body presenting itself completely to Gator. He works you through it, moaning as your walls squeeze tight around his fingers.

“Fuck… if you’re this tight around my fingers I can only imagine how heavenly you’re going to feel on my knot.” He praises you as he carefully slips them from you wiping them off on your nest. Embedding the fabrics with the scent of your heat.

He flips you over onto your back. Your lax body offers no resistance. He smirks as he leans in and captures your lips. You taste your musky essence on his lips and tongue and it makes you only want him more.

You reach down and tug on his belt weakly, still recovering from your last orgasm.

Gator chuckles quietly against your lips, before pulling away and sitting up on his knees his hands coming down to his belt. He quickly pulls it off before thumbing open the button of his cargo pants.

“Fuck, Blossom. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my goddamn life.”

You mewl softly at the sound of his zipper, running your hand down his chest and gently scraping your nails through his happy trail gasping as he reveals his cock to you.

He wraps his hand around his massive cock as he kicks off his pants. It curves up towards his belly and is dusky with a fat mushroom tip. He jerks himself softly as he climbs back over you. His eyes glued to your face.

“Like what you see, ‘mega?” He says, the smirk evident in his voice.

“Big…” Your brain is reduced to single syllables as he teases the head of his cock through your folds, the tip catching at your entrance.

Gator kisses you deeply as he slowly presses into you, inch by glorious inch.

You feel almost delirious as he stretches you open. You’ve never felt so full. Every ridge, and vein of his velvet shaft bring you more pleasure than you ever thought possible.

You’re not even able to kiss him back properly as you pant softly into his mouth. Gator braces his arms on either side of your head resting his forehead against yours.

“Oh little one… you’re squeezing me so good. Fuck… choking my cock with this tight little pussy.”

He gives an experimental thrust of his hips, and it has you keening, your back arching up off the bed as he intertwines your fingers and holds your hands down above your head. You wrap your legs around his hips pulling him closer, silently urging him to fuck into you deeper.

“You look so pretty on my cock, Blossom. I want to keep you here, just like this, for the rest of my life.”

He leans in and kisses along the side of your neck, leaving a trail of dark purple marks, possessive as he makes his way to your mating gland. He sucks a dark mark there, before baring his teeth and pressing down ever so slightly, making you gasp, hips bucking at the sudden pressure.

“This pussy was made just for that, wasn’t it? Made just for me.” He murmurs, softly against your slick skin.

You nod, completely cock drunk, Gator laughs a little darkly.

“Oh, my sweet little, Blossom. You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you? You’re completely out of your mind with pleasure. Fuck… that’s my good girl.”

He rolls his hips faster, letting go of one of your hands to reach between the two of you to rub quick little circles over your swollen, aching clit.

It almost feels like too much but in the very best way possible. You moan, and your eyes begin to roll back but you’re brought back when Gator lets your other hand free and grabs your chin.

“No, Omega. Eyes on me. I want to see you. I want you to look at me when you cum. I want to see the look on your face when I fill you up and knot you. When I make you mine forever.”

You gasp out a soft, “Yes, Alpha.”

Then the damn breaks.

You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer into you, digging your heels into his lower back, as your walls contract around him, milking his cock. Your soft, breathy moans fill the space between you.

“Alpha, please! Please give me your knot. I’ve been so good. Please!” You gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders, leaving red trails in their path. You arch your back pressing your chest into his, as your moans grow louder, and your vision tunnels slightly, all you can focus on is Gator and how he feels in and around you.

Gator growls lowly, fucking into you harder, the base of his cock swelling as he chases his own release.

“No need to beg, baby. I’m going to give it to you, Omega. I already promised it to you. I’m going knot you and give you all my cum,” he feels your pussy flutter at those words, “Would you like that? Yeah? Do you want my cum? You want my knot? Want me to breed you? To knock you up? To show everyone what a good little omega you are for me?”

His knot catches at your entrance, and he forces it in, grinding into you, prolonging your high as his crashes over him. He leans in and bites down hard on your mating gland, bonding you to him, body and soul. Forever.

You feel the bond snap into place almost immediately. There’s a sense of connection that’s almost overwhelming. The pleasure he feels rising in you, pushing you even higher. causing your pussy to squeeze tighter around his knot, as he floods you. There’s a sense of protection, and in the background a tinge of fear that you push away to worry about later.

Gator closes his eyes and rests his head in the crook of your neck as he spills into you. His knot locked firmly in place. He can sense your pleasure, but he’s also overcome with just how peaceful you feel.

Gator carefully flips you both over, hushing you when you whine as his knot tugs at your overstimulated pussy. He softly traces your spine as you nuzzle into his chest while you both wait for his knot to go down.

You listen to his heart beating for a long moment before you rest your chin on his so you can look up at his face.

“So… you brought snacks?” You glance over at the nightstand.

He looks at you as he sucks on his vape, laughing as he blows the sweet-smelling smoke towards the ceiling.

“You really are something. I fucked your brains out, and now you want a snack?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Well I didn’t get a chance to eat at work and we worked up an appetite, so..?” You gently play with the chain around his neck.

He reaches over and grabs the granola bar opening it up and breaking off a piece, before holding it to your lips. Your eyes widen slightly at the gesture before you take it and chew the sweet morsel slowly.

“Thank you, Alpha.”

Once he’s able to slip free Gator makes sure you both hydrate before he cleans you up with a warm washcloth. You hiss as he runs it between your legs.

“I know but you’ll thank me in the morning.”

He pushes you back into the nest and tosses the rag into the hamper before joining you. He wraps his arms around you tucking your head under his chin.

“Rest now, Little Omega. Otherwise, your heat will exhaust you.” He lifts your chin and kisses you softly, before tracing little patterns on your skin to lull you into a soft slumber.

Two days later you emerge from your bedroom. Thoroughly fucked and happier than you’ve ever been.

You walk down the hall to the kitchen wearing nothing but Gators undershirt, as you begin to make breakfast. You’re frying up bacon, and biscuits are baking in the oven when there’s a knock on the door.

You assume it’s just the mailman dropping off a package so you run and open the door expecting to be able to just quickly grab whatever they left on your step without anyone seeing you.

What you don’t expect when you open the door is the county sheriff. You yelp and hide yourself behind the door your cheeks flaming red.

“You always answer the door in that state?” He asks, his voice deep and powerful, rolling over you.

“N-No, sir.” Your voice is so soft you almost don’t recognize it.

“Go get my boy.”

No please, no thank you. You scurry off down the hall. This was not how you had planned to start your life of mated bliss.

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la1rs · 2 years ago

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3:33 AM

Prescriptions and profane petitions pervade my nightly routine

Intoxicated, overly medicated, in the unseen

The clock displays the time, 3:33AM, I am wide awake

Deep inside my being, a feeling I cannot shake

Booms in the belly of my bones emulating an earthquake

Inner grumblings and rumblings intensify into a splitting headache

Quaking and teeming with terror, I am a maniac

A drunken, hopelessly romantic insomniac

For the darkness has made a prisoner out of me

Goblins patrol and control all that I see

Apparitions and their visions of death arise

Montages of how I will commit suicide are my prize

On replay, repeat

I admit defeat

And expose the tendons in my wrist

I have always been a masochistic hedonist

Bowing to every unholy undoing

Clothed in the scars of my evildoing

I succumb to the banshee

Good mourning to me

And a wily welcome to my dark side

I have made myself see-through, I have nothing left to hide

I am not the person you think you know

Usher in the freak show

I am only half alive within

Burnished barbed wire adorns my skin

And keeps me static. I am too afraid to move

As I wait for my idols to approve

And tell me that I am worthy of their time

For they regard my existence as a crime

I am tiptoeing the line,

A tightrope of twine

I am a contortionist by nature

Long have I alluded their attempts to denature

And conform my spirit

Ultimately, I cave in, then I hear it

Whispers, prayers

A cacophony of human slayers

Chanting,

“O, Master of Disguise

Entangle them in your lies

Corrupt and corrode their heads

Let us tear them to shreds

O, Evil One

Let us have some fun

As we magnetize them, mesmerize them, and manipulate them blind

Let us bring about the extinction of humankind

In the form of apathy, depression, and disdain

For we are pleased plotters of their pain

Let us execute them, and feast on their brains.”

I am a dead dandelion in chains

Balancing between alternate universes

Providing sacrilegious online services

I am poison ivy in your veins

Reaping weeping winds and red rains

Evaporating, leaving behind only blood stains

Recollections, ruins, and remains

As crooked little fingers look for souvenirs

They find only rubble and ashes,

Emptied out storehouses, and stolen stashes

The tremors overtook the circus, drained the rivers, pulled the plug

In the aftershock, I am face to-face with all that I have dug

My hands are filthy from digging my own grave

I have been exposed, there is little left to save

As such, I have become depraved

Due to the way I have behaved

I am enslaved, dependent on disobedience

Wrought through the ringer that is every experience

Am I living? Am I not?

I feel my brain beginning to rot

A culmination of breathing in sulfur

Things are not what they once were

Will someone kiss me and enable me to feel?

If someone touches me, does it imply that I'm real?

I need to hear that I am worth forgiving

And that my life is worth living

Because my heart is locked, holding onto years

Not lived, given up to fantastical fears

Fighting off panic

Making myself manic

Starving my body as a form of self domination

Making a mockery of God’s creation

Dressed in lies and condemnation

Falsely proclaiming liberation

These are the mistakes of my youth

I face the undeniable truth

That I am the reason I am here

I am responsible for allowing myself to be poisoned by fear

I picked wrong over right

I chose left and sprinted into the night

Unprotected, I abandoned my armor at home

Defenseless in the wilderness I decided to roam

My life has become a series of maladaptive reactions

I no longer have thoughts, only automated actions

And I frequently have to remind myself that people can see me

That realization alone makes me shudder, makes me antsy

For my memories have slipped through my grasp

My voice, often out of reach, hollowed out to a rasp

I am alone with only my corrupted conscience to wrestle

I am trapped inside a piteous vessel

I was meant to soar but this body lacks wings

It is sheer torture imprisoning eternal spirits inside of dying human beings

The only solution, I conclude, is to cry out to the God I left behind

And pray that His love and mercy will restore my mind.

#daily poem #sad poetry #depressing shit

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fuckzachariah · 2 years ago

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aleburton:

Zach’s fingers stiffened around her chin as he very gently directed her gaze away from the bathroom door and to him. She wondered if either Eden or Ryan would interrupt, curious about where their best friends escaped to. She understood that Ryan took his surveillance of Zach seriously, firmly committed to helping him maintain his sobriety in all respects. It was unlikely that he would not notice their absence, especially considering how the evening had progressed. They had all been subjected to untamed substance use, observing quietly as guests inhaled the crème de la crème of cocaine from designer coffee table books, silicone breasts, and hundred dollar bills. All of this, right on the heels of Zach’s hospital discharge. It was sooner than any of them would have liked. Even Alex had knowledge of the increased risks associated with environmental triggers. Being around the people who had partaken or supplied him the necessary tools to cultivate his addiction was enough.

Those were not his only weaknesses, however. His most deep-seated addiction stood at five measly feet tall in front of him. What would they think if they found out about his desire to hurl himself right back into the thick of it? When he spoke, she listened, hanging on to each syllable like her life depended on it. His tone was as smooth as crushed, blue velvet. She could have listened to him croon all day long. I know. I know we’re not. And yet here they were. He pinned her against the counter, the edge of the smooth surface now perforating her skin. There was no way to fend him off now and she wasn’t sure that she wanted to. Not with the way his denim-clad length pressed just above her exposed navel. It served as a reminder. He consumed every single part of her whenever he was inside of her and he loved to remind her of that. Driving the round of his palm into the swell contained in her stomach. Delicacy had not been their thing.

Two irrevocably broken humans, taking out their love onto the other in perhaps the only way they knew how. Zach’s process now seemed foreign but she remained curious, allowing his rugged hands to follow the contours of her body toward her waistline. She was situated atop the counter; her bare thighs spread ever so slightly. He widened that chasm promptly, inserting himself between it but tamely. A crown of honey blonde locks bristled against her shoulder as he settled into it. Her heart had migrated to her throat, conscious of where this would lead them. Alex’s fingers stiffened around the edge of the counter top, her knuckles kissed white with restraint. She resigned herself to the death as his lips caressed her skin, drifting toward the nape of her neck. Fuck. An internal curse for her last lucid moments. All rationality and coherence would leave her body soon, substituted for carnal impulse instead. He whispered and a subtle tremor crept up the length of her spine.

She smiled, feeling nearly winded as she countered him, “That sounds like something an addict would say.” Auburn tendrils tumbled down her back as he moved them, unveiling more of her supple skin. Alex gazed back at him, entirely aware of the delicate glister of lust imprisoned behind his gilded halos. It was as if he was taking measure of her, an artful predator admiring his delicious spread. She glimpsed between them as he pushed her knees wider apart, the holes of her shorts now roomy and giving away her secrets. Her panties were uncomfortably sticky with her arousal and he had done little more than touch her. She feared the moment he applied any pressure at all, afraid she might catch fire. He leaned inward, soft lips murmuring all the things she couldn’t stand to hear inside of her ear. She closed her eyes so tightly stars formed behind them; her brows netting together. He contended she had no idea just how badly he wanted her, but the glisten of the extract that clung to her lips said otherwise. One simple graze and he would know it.

Her breathing hastened, a hand raising to place upon his shoulder to brace herself as his lips nursed against a pulsing vein. “Jesus, Zach,” she carped quietly, sinking half-moons through the threads of his T-shirt and to his skin. Then he sung her name like she was born into it. It communicated this was where she belonged. Despite her professing to hate its usage, she had longed to hear it for months. Alex was a willing participant, allowing the tips of her fingers to sweep against the massive protrusion beneath his jeans. Her hand barely folded around it, his girth and length far exceeding the span of her dainty paw. “There is no just once, you know that,” she purred, massaging him against her palm. “You’ll be chasing this high forever.” She could feel her flesh bruising beneath his mouth, lips sucking and pulling against it. She stifled a moan, clenching her teeth to avoid giving them away to those who may have lingered outside of the door. Her head tipped against the glass mirror as she leaned backward, rattling it audibly and she looked to him for guidance. Are we going down this path together?

At times he would catch himself thinking; a girl like her is made for this. But then he would catch himself as though in a lie - if there were other girls like her, maybe this wouldn’t be such a problem. Maybe his whole body wouldn’t clench and unravel at even the suggestion of her on top of him, under him, around him. But she was certainly made for something. Touch her just right and her head tips back, and there, that vein in her neck pops out, and her lips fall open, and her thighs tremble and the pearls upon her breasts stiffen and she makes that sound that feels like a sharpened claw has been run through the centre of you. He laughed softly against her - she was right. But this is an addition he could not find it in himself to apologize for. “Fuck you,” he taunted back, the words taking shape in the dip of her shoulder. When he latched onto her, she pawed desperately at him, a gravelly plea dragged from her throat; Jesus, Zach. A tiny, lovelorn, sex sick smirk flitter over his lips before he moved back in, lifting to suck tenderly right behind her ear, that spot that seemed connected to every nerve ending in her body. The voice telling him to stop, telling him this was a grave he could not claw himself out of it he dived into it, grew quieter and quieter.

She did not resist him as he urged her small hand toward the urgent strain in his jeans. He sensed it had something to do with that blessed, little title and it’s resurgence. Pavlovian. From the very first to their very last, he crooned it into her ear through every twitch and moan and whine; princess, princess, princess. He thought he knew what he was doing until he didn’t. Alex coiled her fingers around his length with practiced ease, like some part of her always belonged to that part of him, and he went from his gentle suck to a sharp bite around her neck, a hiss between his teeth as he buckled toward her. She sang to him, chanting a hymnal into his ear, we shouldn’t be doing this, we shouldn’t be doing this, and yet she stroked him, squeezed him just so, until this was all he could fathom doing. Now, forever. “Fine,” he groused restlessly, rocking in time with her hand. He encased her wrist to cease her teasing, allowing his mind to clear for just a moment. “Then let’s do it again,” he softly tilted her chin back into the mirror the crown of her head had collided with, gaze flitting down the reflection of her arched back before fastening an ache of a kiss to her collar bone. His tongue ran a track down to the centre of her chest as his hand subtly, so subtle she might not even have noticed until it was too late - the top of her breast exposed and perfectly rounded, rising and falling. He kissed the top of it, thumb swiping over her still-covered nipple. “And again.”

He fell to his knees before her, gazing up like a church-dweller to their God, hands on her knees. “And again, and again,” he breathed onto her inner thigh, not looking at her face anymore but toward the jewel contained between her legs. “You’ll just…” He kissed the silken flesh and sighed, prying her further apart. “Have to be quiet.” His hands skated up her thighs, thumbs hooking into the holes of her shorts. The heat, the slick moisture bleeding down her legs, collected under his finger tips before he had even touched her. He couldn’t bite back the groan rousing from deep in his chest, withdrawing one hand to admire the glisten dripping to his knuckle. “Fucking hell, baby. You’re soaking.”

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nctsplug02 · 3 years ago

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Can you make Dilf!Johnny in vacations with somno, choking and have breeding kink?

Thank you!

-Ina Anon

[5:42pm]

genre: smut

Johnny was still cracking up from the comment you and him received before sitting down and eating dinner. “Do i look that old?”

“Hi, y/n was it?” You nodded at the perosn. “Great, a reservation for two?” You nodded once again, adding a ‘yep’ to it this time.

“Okay, and is this your father?” You and Johnny look at each other before laughing. “No, no, he’s my husband actually.” You point to Johnny.

The lady gasps and shakes her head. “I’m so sorry, I, I didn’t, oh my god.” She starts to panic. “Nope, you’re fine. You aren’t the first to ask that.” Johnny says.

You look up at Johnny who’s enjoying his food. “Babe? Do you mind if we go to this store later? I saw something I liked.” He nods and wipes his mouth with his napkin.

“What’d you see, love?” He questions.

“I saw this.. toy that I liked and I wanna get it.”

“Sure, love. But, what toy?”

“An.. adult toy.”

“A dildo? Vibrator?”

“..the first one.”

“Why do you need a,” he leans in and whispers “dildo, when you have me?” He was always busy and usually came home at night. “Well.. it’s for.. whenever you’re at work and I’m alone.” You shrug.

——

It was late and you had waited until johnny fell asleep. So when he did, you slowly climbed out of his hold and tiptoed to the bathroom where you brought your dildo along.

You stripped your lower half and began by using the dildo to tease yourself. You got impatient with yourself and stuck the dildo on the floor where you then lowered yourself onto it.

You hissed through your teeth at the stretch, it felt great. You held onto whatever was closest to you and began bouncing yourself onto the dildo. Your ass smacked against the ground each time you pushed yourself down.

“Oh god.” You whimpered, head hanging down, hair bouncing with each bounce.

You lowered your right hand to your clit and began to rub it. You needed to cum, you were so desperate to cum. You clenched around the silicone as you felt yourself getting closer to your high.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck!” You chant and slap a hand over your mouth as you cream all over the silicone.

“I’m, im done.” You panted and began to clean up before heading back to bed where johnny laid.

——

“Good morning, morning log coming through.” The voice in Johnnys head said, making the dilf wake up.

Johnny sat up and lifted the blankets up to see his dick creating a huge print. Johnny looked at his beautiful wife that laid next to him.

‘She looks just like an angel.’ He sighed to himself before thinking of how he’d destroy you and your pussy.

‘I cant, she looks too pure and deserves her rest.’ One side of him said until your words ran through his mind the last time you woke up with his dick thrusting inside your cunt. ‘I love it when I wake up with your cock inside me.’ He sighed and decided, fuck it, he’s gonna do it. To satisfy you and him.

He climbed on top of you and began placing kisses around your face. He began rubbing your inner thighs and rubbing over your clothed clit. He grunted when he felt his sweats get tighter around him, it felt suffocating.

You weren’t exactly a heavy sleeper so once your pants were slipped off, you had woken up to see your husband hovering above you. “Johnny?” You call out confused.

“Need to fuck you. No explanation.” He says, already desperately panting. You let out a noise when Johnny grips the pillow below your head and yanks it, tossing it besides him so he could have access to your neck.

His mouth immediately attaches itself to your neck, sucking and creating dark hickeys.

You gasp and grab his wrist when he slides two fingers inside you. “Such a tight pussy.” He says against your neck as he thrusts his fingers. “Stretch it out for me then, daddy.” You whisper in his ear.

He grumbles a bit and pulls his sweats down, it gets past his knees but stuck on his ankles. “Fuck, you’ll really be the death of me, hm?” He says pumping himself and rubbing his tip on your slit.

“Just fuck me. I want it rough, no vanilla, fuck vanilla. right now, I want it rough until I cant walk straight.” You say through your gritted teeth.

You grab onto Johnnys shirt as he slams himself inside you. “Oh johnny!” You sob, biting on your lower lip and balling his shirt up in your balled up fist.

Your legs bounce beside his waist with each of his violent thrusts. “Yes, f—fuck me!” You moan out, eyes fluttering shut every now and then.

“‘Gonna break this fucking bed.” Johnny says as the bed springs creaks loudly and the headboard bangs against the wall.

The neighbors were for sure gonna fill for a noise complaint.

“Who cares, just fuck me dumb.” Your hand holds onto his wrist and it brings his hand onto your neck. “Choke me, daddy.” You giggle and you bite your lip. “I’ll choke you, I’ll choke you real good, baby.” Johnny says with his jaw clenched.

Your face heated up as his hands choked you, nearly blocking your breathing pipe. “Feels so good,” you gasped.

“Hey, wake up sleepyhead.” He says with his hands holding your jaw, shaking your head as you lose consciousness. “Choke you so good that you passed out on daddy’s dick.” Johnny coos out to you.

“Mmyeah?“ you clenched around him like how you clenched around the silicone dildo last night. “God, gonna cum, baby.” He warns. “Yes, oh yes. Cum in me. My pussy, cum.” You whimper out. “Cum in your pussy?” You nod as he repeats your words.

“mhm, fuck a baby in me. wanna have your baby. wanna let everyone know how good you fucked me.” He growls at your teasing words.

His grip around your neck tightens again. His thrusts turning into hard yet slow thrusts. His breathing now coming from his two nostrils as he continues to chase his high.

“Oh—, johnny—!” You hold onto his wrist that held your neck. “Oh, baby! Oh, baby!” He chants as he releases his load into you.

A few moments of silence as he continues to release his load into you. “Stretched out my pussy so, so good.” You panted heavily. “Filled my pussy so good too.” Johnny smiled down at you.

“Let’s go again. This time I want my cum in your ass.” Anal?

What a freak your husband was.

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writing-wh0re · 4 years ago

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Billy Hargrove smut where he rough fucks reader in his car 🤤🤤

All writings will be #writing-wh0re-requests Likes are great but feedback is golden - Open to all feedback, I know there is room for improvement.

Hope this fic is what you wanted Anon! Keep the requests coming xx

*FIRST SMUT FIC!!*

Y/N (YOUR NAME) Y/S/N (Your Siblings Name)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x reader

Word Count: 2,111k

Warnings: Smut 18+, Explicit Language, Daddy Kink (whoops), Slight Praise Kink, Fingering, Vaginal Intercourse, Unprotected Sex, Oral (female receiving), Angst(?), Arguments.

Summary: After forgetting your three year anniversary, Billy attempts to make it up to you.

I was walking down the street, hearing the music pumping through the wind as I spotted it.

Billy’s blue 1979 Camaro sitting in Carol Perkins driveway. I made my way up to the car, feeling the hood still warm, meaning Billy couldn’t have been here for that long.

“Fucking prick.” I mumble as I start my shuffle and weave through fellow classmates to find Billy.

“Y/N, Billy didn’t mention you’d be coming? If I had known I would have sent you a dress code sheet.” Carol Perkins states holding her red solo cup against her shoulder. I look down on my outfit quickly, black converse, leather skirt and dark green lace bodysuit. I raise an eyebrow as I look at Carol’s outfit, sucking my teeth as I roll my eyes.

Carol drives me insane, she hasn’t liked me from the minute Billy and I started dating and to be honest, the feeling is mutual. Between her bitchy comments and her backhanded compliments, I couldn’t care less about her.

“Dress code sheets would have been handy because under dressing as a hostess is embarrassing.” I watch as Carol scoffs, looking at Nicole beside her who has a disgust written all over her facial expression.

“Drink, Drink, Drink, Drink.”

I follow the chanting to the back patio, leaving Carol and Nicole to mumble between themselves. I spot Billy doing his famous keg stand, surrounded by almost all the boys from the football team cheering him on. I watch as Billy completes his keg stand, his shirt open, beer coating his chest causing it to glisten in the light. I lick my lips at the sight, feeling wetness starting to pool between my legs, I shake the thoughts from my head.

‘Remember why you’re mad at him.’ I remind myself, disliking that my body has such a reaction to him.

I watch as a girl walks up to him, placing her hand on his chest as she whispers in his ear, causing him to bite his lip and chuckle. I lean against the support beam as I watch the scene unfold, Billy turning the girl down as she rolls her eyes and attempts a new technique, only to receive the same result. The girl struts away annoyed as I walk over to Billy, watching as he tenses slightly, knowing he’s fucked up.

“Hi princess, what ar-”

“Fuck you Billy Hargrove.” Billy, grabs my forearm and pulls me into him, our chests bumping into each other as he narrows his eyes at me, smirking devilishly.

“Want to say that again princess?”

I pull myself out of his grip as I shove him backwards, causing him to chuckle as he looks over to Tommy.

“I think she’s mad at me, don’t you think Hagan?” Billy chuckles as I whip around to Tommy, holding my index finger up.

“If you know what’s good for you Hagan, you’ll walk away.” I threaten as Tommy shakes his head at us, putting his hands up in defense and walking back to the house.

“Honestly Billy, I had to find out you were here from Y/S/N and Max!”

“That’s the last time I tell Max anything.” Billy says walking towards me as I huff.

“Not the point, do you remember what today is? Does today have any importance to you?”

I watch as Billy puts his head down sighing shuffling around in his pocket as he pulls out a cigarette lighting it and taking a draw before answering me.

“Did you fail a huge test today? Is it a birthday?” Billy questions as I scoff.

“God, you’re such a prick you know that.” I turn to walk away from Billy feeling sadness fill my chest as I see a small crowd watching our interaction.

“So what, you’re just not going to tell me why you’re mad at me? I have to play some sort of guessing game? Why did you even come here Y/N, you hate parties.”

“I think you’re just being a dick on purpose now, have a reputation to keep up?” I question gesturing to the small crowd. “It’s our fucking three year anniversary dickwad!” I yell watching as realisation hits Billy. “And also, I don’t hate parties, I hate parties at Carol’s or parties I'm not invited to, which makes me, us, look fucking ridicolous.”

I hear a few oo’s and oh’s from the small crowd as Billy forms two fists, anger boiling inside him.

“Enjoying the show? Get the fuck out of here!” Billy yells to the crowd as they quickly disperse. “Princess, Tommy invited me tonight and I forgot.”

“That’s exactly what I want to hear, you forgot.” I cross my arms over my chest watching as Billy’s eyes trail over my chest, his eyes lingering as they track down my body, Billy closing the distance between us as he runs his fingers up and down my arm.

“Did you wear this, all for me?” Billy asks seductively as goosebumps prick my skin, a soft sigh falling from my lips. Billy moves closer, his lips ghosting mine as I feel my eyes flutter closed.

‘No.’ I think to myself as I pull back.

“Enjoy your party Billy.” I hear Billy groan in annoyance as I turn to walk away, feeling him grab my hand and rush ahead of me, pulling me behind him.

“Billy.”

“What are you doing?”

All my protests fall on deaf ears as Billy and I shuffle through the bodies and make it outside.

“Get in.” I raise an eyebrow and notice Billy unlock his car as I scoff.

“I’ll walk home.”

“It wasn’t a fucking question Y/N, get in the car and stop being a brat.” I huff as I walk to the passenger side and slip into the leather seat, Billy falling into the drivers as he starts the car and reverses out.

“You better be taking me home.”

I hear him chuckle as he takes the corners fast, his car engine roaring through the streets as he continues to drive, my mind not knowing the surroundings due to the blanket of darkness. After roughly five minutes, he parks the car on the side of the deserted back road, between a small clearing of trees. Billy gets out of the car as I look around at our surroundings, nothing but trees, silence and darkness. He opens my door as I look up at him confused.

“Get in the back.”

I smirk, licking my lips as I sit forward in my seat slightly, giving Billy the perfect view of my cleavage. “You expect us to have sex here?” I question as Billy huffs, grabbing my wrist and pulling me up to his chest.

“I have to make it up to you babygirl, now get in the backseat.”

I open the door and crawl into the backseat, sitting and facing the open door as Billy grabs ahold of my ankles from my outstretched legs, swiftly pulling me closer to him. I feel my breath quicken as he takes off his button up shirt, exposing his toned torso as I bite my lip. I keep my eyes on him as he wiggles my skirt to just above my hips, chuckling to himself as I feel heat cover my cheeks.

“And I wonder who made you drip like this baby girl.” Billy says as his index finger traces over the dark green lace of the body suit as a small whimper falls from my lips.

“I asked you a question.”

“You did daddy.” I whisper as he smirks, kissing my inner thighs, ghosting over my heat as I sigh.

“Good girl.”

I feel Billy pull the lace bodysuit to the side as his finger traces small circles around my clit, causing soft moans to fill the air.

“You can be as loud as you want princess, no one is around to hear us.”

Billy slides a finger into my tight, dripping pussy as I cup my boobs toying with my nipples. He picks up the pace slightly, adding another finger and curling it upwards as I arch my back.

“Fuck.”

I hear Billy moan as his tongue slides over my throbbing clit, my back arching off the leather as I moan in pleasure, my fingers running through his hair as he continues to flick his tongue on my sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Jesus Daddy.” I moan as we lock eyes with each other, causing Billy to moan sending vibrations all over my clit, his fingers picking up their pace. I feel Billy wrap his lips around my swollen clit, sucking softly as I feel the coil inside me tighten as I get closer and closer to my release.

“Just like that, oh fuck, I’m going to cum.” I warn as Billy stops abruptly, smirking at me as I groan in annoyance at the loss of pleasure.

“You only get to cum on my dick baby girl.”

I run my hand down my body to play with my clit, wanting to get back to feeling some sort of pleasure as Billy slaps my hand away. I watch as he swiftly takes off his belt, undoing his jeans and sliding them down only slightly, allowing his dick to spring free, slapping against his stomach as I lick my lips.

“Move back.” Billy instructs as I shuffle backwards eagerily, allowing for him to get into the car.

Billy kneels on the leather seat, pulling me closer by my hips as he lines himself up against my pussy, sliding right into place as moans fill the air of the car.

“Fucking made for me.” Billy praises as he starts to move his hips, not giving me much time to adjust to his size.

“God, you’re so fucking big.” I moan as Billy raises my legs up to rest against his chest, feet either side of his face, the new angle allowing for him to go deeper.

Billy picks up his pace, throwing his head back in pleasure as I arch my back.

“Fuck Y/N.”

“Daddy.”

Billy lets go of my legs as he slides out, grabbing my hips as I raise an eyebrow at him.

“Ass up.” Billy commands as I oblige, turning over, face against the leather, ass in the air as Billy slaps the supple skin. “God, you’re hot.” He praises as I moan softly, feeling him run the tip of his dick around in circles on my clit before sliding deep into my pussy. “Fuck, you’re so tight baby.”

I moan into the leather as Billy starts to rock his hips into mine, faster and deeper in the new position.

“Just like that.” I say as Billy grabs a fistfull of my hair, pulling me up slightly as he rubs circles on my clit causing me to cry out in pleasure.

“Are you going to cum for me princess? Cover my dick in cum?”

I feel the coil tighten again, my eyes squeezing shut as I finally feel it snap, my body flooding with tingles as I cum all over Billy’s dick, my legs trembling as moans and profanities fall from my lips. I feel Billy’s thrusts grow sloppy as he reaches his high, cumming inside of me.

Billy trails kisses from the top of my ass to my shoulder.

“Happy Anniversary Princess.” Billy whispers, kissing my neck as he shuffles out of the car to adjust his clothing.

I shuffle around in the car, wiggling my skirt back down and fixing my body suit as I step out of the car into the slight breeze of summer air.

“I am still mad at you a little.” I mumble as Billy tuts, shaking his head.

“Of course you are.”

“But, that did make up for a little part of it.” I wink as Billy smirks, cupping my face and kissing me. My heart fills with love at the soft affectionate side of Billy.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too.”

“I better get you home before your dad loses his shit at me.” Billy chuckles as I nod.

“Sneak up through the window and spend the night?” I ask as I get into the passenger seat, Billy having made his way to the drivers side. I watch as Billy tosses up the idea as I smirk, placing my hand on his knee.

“I haven’t been able to give you anything for our anniversary yet.” I whisper as my hand moves up his thigh, brushing against his dick as his breathing grows heavy.

“You have me wrapped around your finger princess and you know it.” Billy smirks as he starts the car and begins the drive to my home.

It’s going to be a sleepless night.

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cyberbark · 3 years ago

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akaashi keiji x smr [obv aged up :,)]

Short drabble (around 264-272 words)

more of an impulse writing, though there is some effort included as well.

cw: reader calling akaashi 'doll', like one degrading word, sprinkle for dacryphilia, hints at exhibitionism but it's just teasing, getting directly into it without any context.

Summary: Akaashi holds (or meets up for) a New Year's party but the reader has a different idea of celebrating it.

Just letting y'all know that my requests are open, feel free to drop by.

"[M/n]— Fuck, keep going—" Akaashi whined when you slowed down all of sudden.

"Then be quiet, hm? Or do you want your friends to hear you?" You taunted as you grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them on the wall.

Picking up your pace again, you fuck him while he tries to keep his mouth shut.

"It's almost as if—shit—you wanna get caught, 'Kaashi." As if on cue, his cheeks heated up in a bright red flush but he denied it, shaking his head.

You chuckled lowly near his ear and felt him shiver underneath you. "Such a whore f'my cock."

Akaashi panted, but he couldn't hold back his voice anymore. Tears blurred his vision.

"Fuck, 'Kaashi— You're so tight." You grunted, getting closer to orgasm. "P-please—" The smaller male moaned, bucking his hips slightly to meet your thrusts.

You harshly slapped his inner thigh and he cried out loudly, forgetting that his friends could possibly hear him. It made you smile with a dark intent.

"G'nna cum— please let me!" Akaashi looked so ruined, his face was flushed red with tears running down his cheeks, just begging you to let him cum.

"Doin' so well f'me, doll. Cum for me."

The younger male pathetically sobbed more pleas and chanted your name.

With a few more thrust of your hips, Akaashi came with a silent scream, his mind going blank as you filled him with your cum.

You kissed his red and swollen lips to let him relax a bit. You were sure that by now, his friends must've heard Akaashi.

"Happy new year, 'Kaashi." You said and in return your lover untangled his sore wrists from your hold to wrap his arms around your neck, kissing you deeply.

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logmosswrites · 3 years ago

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That Hum of Night

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairing: Hanzo Shimada x fem!reader x Jesse McCree

Words: 4k

Warning: NSFW! 18+ only. Definitely PWP, wet dreams, BDSM dynamics, Dom Hanzo and Jesse, Sub reader, dirty talk, humiliation/degredation (verbal and otherwise), praise kink, nipple play, dry humping, rope bondage, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, orgasm delay/denial, vibrator use, unsafe sex, creampie, oral sex/cunnilingus, come marking, aftercare. No y/n.

Author's note: cross posted to AO3.

There was nothing but heat. No up, no down, no world at all outside of the bodies pressed against yours. Your legs parted to make room for them, urging them closer still with every whimper and moan rolling off of your lips. You were hopelessly desperate, open and dripping for anything that would fill you. Fingers lazily fucked you open, joining a writhing tongue inside of your pussy. Hanzo and Jesse were everywhere all at once, sating your hunger as quickly as it appeared. Their mouths claimed every inch of skin they could find, the hot flash of teeth and tongue on your neck leaving you to gasp for air. You thrust your hips forward, shame long abandoned to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body. Please, you begged, just at the precipice of orgasm. Suddenly, deft fingers latched onto your aching clit, hard and punishing; you rocked with them, winding tighter and tighter until-

You woke up.

Slowly, the world came back to you, trickling in like a leaking faucet. Your mouth was dry; your heart pounded in your ears. You felt overheated, damp with sweat where you were sandwiched between Jesse and Hanzo- oh shit, Jesse and Hanzo .

“Sweetheart?”

And there was Jesse.

He was leaning over you, lit up by the moonlight filtering in through the curtains. Bracing yourself, you looked into his eyes, surprised to find concern instead of the amusement you expected.

“Are you alright, darlin’? It looked like you were having a pretty intense nightmare, there.”

Wait- nightmare?

“You nearly pushed me off of the bed,” interjected Hanzo from behind you, voice betraying his worry. It was only then that you noticed the rumpled blankets, piled up where you had tried to kick them off. Shit.

In response, you simply rolled over and tucked your flaming face into Jesse’s chest, unwilling to correct their conclusion. Jesse allowed this for a moment, but soon took your chin in hand, forcing you to look at him. “Hey, now, you don’t have to hide from me–from us. There’s no shame in bein’ a little shook up by a bad dream, sweetheart. Hell, even I get scared by what my brain decides to cook up sometimes,” the man said, sealing his words with a kiss to your forehead. You felt a tiny bit of guilt gnaw at you as he settled back down onto his side, bleary eyes watching yours for any sign of distress. But it wasn’t really lying, right? How would they ever even find out?

“Come here,” said Hanzo, snaking his arm around your waist. You went freely, fighting a shiver as you felt his familiar body conform to yours. “You are safe, my love,” he whispered, “in this bed, you are safe.” With that, your boyfriend pressed his lips to your neck, ghosting over it as he had in your fantasy. Your body reacted accordingly, hips rolling forward and a gasp hitching in your chest. You slapped a hand over your mouth, but it was too late; the room was fraught with tension, none of you daring to even breathe. Well, fuck.

“Sweetheart-”

“I-”

Silence once again.

“Do you need us to sleep somewhere else, darlin’? It’s alright if-”

“No!” you exclaimed, eyes wide. Jesse searched your face for the truth, scrutinizing your awkward expression. You avoided meeting his eyes, shifting under the weight of Hanzo’s arm. Slowly, the cowboy seemed to put two and two together, lips pulling together into a dimpled smirk.

“Hanzo, I don’t think our baby girl had a nightmare."

Kill me, kill me, kill me, you chanted inside of your head, feeling Hanzo’s grip tighten as he caught up to the idea. For a split second, you considered actually lying, dismissing it just as quickly when you saw Jesse's smirk turn devilish.

"Is that true, beloved?” Hanzo asked, breath warm on your ear, “Are you trying to hide something from us?”

This time, you couldn’t suppress your shiver. Damn, Hanzo and Jesse knew just how to play you.

“You naughty little slut,” admonished Jesse, “Let’s see how wet you are under those panties of yours.” Lightning-quick, the man reached under the covers, hooking his fingers into the offending piece of fabric. Viciously, he tore them down, yanking your knees forward in order to get them all the way off. Your breath caught in your throat as he brought your panties into the hazy light of the bedroom, showing off the soaked inner lining.

“Well, would ya look at that? Our baby girl made a mess of herself, Hanzo. What should we do about this?”

Holy shit, you were going to die, right here in this bed.

“I think,” spoke Hanzo, voice gravelly, “that we should make her clean it up.”

And fuck, if that didn’t make you even wetter. Jesse considered you for a moment, eyes gaining a ferocious gleam as he noticed your quickly-growing arousal. Without preamble, he pushed your underwear into your mouth, wrapping them around two of his thick fingers. Instantly, you began to suck, tongue working around the cloth. Jesse pushed deeper and deeper in response, nearly activating your gag reflex. As it was, your eyes swam with tears, barely able to make out your boyfriend’s face turning deathly serious as he concentrated on you. Hanzo, unwilling to be left out, began to knead his hands into your flesh, pulling your sleep shirt up in order to play with your quickly hardening nipples. His scorching-hot mouth then sank onto your skin once more, lavishing your neck with kisses. You could hardly think, hardly breathe. Desperate sounds came from deep in your chest, muffled by Jesse’s unrelenting fingers.

Minutes, or maybe hours, flew by before your panties were taken from your mouth. You drew in a greedy breath, panting from sheer desire. God, how much more could you take? You were positively soaked at this point, aching with a need for friction. You knew better than to try and seek your own release, yet you still gasped when Hanzo snatched your hands away from your throbbing clit, reprimanding you with a harsh bite to the shoulder. A hoarse cry tore from your throat, reverberating loudly in the dark bedroom.

“You,” drawled Jesse, “have been a bad, bad girl, princess. First, you made a fucking mess of your panties, which you tried to hide from us. Then, you went and played with your tight little pussy even when you know you’re not allowed to. I think you’ve earned yourself a punishment, slut.”

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck , that could mean anything. Punishments from Hanzo and Jesse were rare, but you knew you were in deep, deep shit regardless. And if his predatory grin was any indication, Jesse knew exactly what you were thinking.

“Hanzo, put her on her back. I want her begging by the time I’ve finished tying her up.”

With that, your world was disoriented, your view changing to that of Hanzo’s face right above yours. You felt more than saw Jesse getting off of the bed, quickly distracted by your other lover smothering you with a savage kiss. You did your best to reciprocate, but you were no match for Hanzo’s overwhelming influence. You could feel his hard cock pressing into your thigh where he straddled you, covered only by his cotton briefs. Before you could even think about moving your hands towards it, though, they were captured once more and pressed up above your head; holy shit, Hanzo moved fast.

“What a little whore,” Hanzo spoke, finally allowing you to draw in a breath, “So desperate for cock, you poor thing. How did you ever survive before we came along?”

Jesus Christ.

Hanzo, satisfied by your stunned silence, turned back to the task at hand, finally tearing off your shirt and sucking hickeys onto your bare chest. His goatee was coarse against your feverish skin as you rose up to meet him, writhing beneath his iron grip. You threw your head back, only opening your eyes when you felt Jesse grabbing your now-unoccupied wrist. In his other hand you saw a length of red rope, a frequent addition to your bedroom activities.

“Color?” Jessie asked, momentarily abandoning his dominating façade. Hanzo paused as well, considering you like he might consider his bow; serious and straightforward. You sucked in a deep breath, stomach swooping in anticipation when you croaked out a confident “green”.

With that, you were pulled back into Hanzo’s blazing inferno, hands and teeth and tongue setting your skin aflame. As Jesse maneuvered your wrist into a complicated cuff pattern, Hanzo took hold of your nipples once more, rolling one between his fingers as the other was caught between his teeth. Christ above, it was like someone had injected fire straight into your veins.

“You likin’ that, baby girl?” Came Jesse’s voice, off to the other side now and distinctly smug. You sent him a glare, tempered by the heady sensation of satiny rope being pulled against your sensitive skin. Jesse merely winked back, his roguish attitude written all over his relaxed-yet-confident posture. With one final flourish of the cowboy’s fingers, your hands were firmly tied to the headboard, spreading out to either side of you in a comfortable stretch of your shoulders. Before you could get too settled, however, Hanzo was moving his rough, calloused hands towards your hips–with a jerk, you were pulled flush against him, his erection just barely grazing your sex. Two forearms planted themselves next to your head, decisively caging you in.

“Jesse, tie her up like this. I want to make sure we have plenty of room to fuck her without restraint.”

God. You couldn’t believe Hanzo’s mouth.

“You got it, boss,” Jesse replied easily, taking your ankle in his hand. Heat curled low in your gut as your legs were spread wide by the cowboy’s unyielding grip, exposing you to Hanzo’s hungry gaze. The heat multiplied as Hanzo adjusted his hips, your own twitching up to meet him halfway. Yes, yes, yes, you thought, nearly salivating in anticipation. Slowly, ever so slowly, the archer began to roll his pelvis against yours, finally giving you the friction you had been craving. It was heaven; it was perfect. Hanzo steadily began to increase his rhythm, grunts of pleasure growing louder and louder along with your punched-out gasps. The man loved to do this with you, spending hours grinding on you as you cuddled to watch a movie or even as you were falling asleep in his arms.

“That’s it, beloved. Can you feel my cock? Do you want it?” Frantically, you nodded, head swimming in a slurry of arousal and desperation. “Then beg for it, you whore.”

Fuck. You could barely think a coherent word, much less say them–but you tried anyway, panting a quiet oh and yes and please as sweetly as you could. The archer only gave a noncommittal sigh in response, clearly unimpressed by your performance.

“How disappointing, Jesse; it sounds as though our little whore doesn’t want to be fucked after all,” came Hanzo's patronizing voice, sinking low in your stomach–the man never made empty threats, especially in the bedroom. A teasing slip of Jesse’s hand set you to begging, words tumbling past your lips before you could even process them. “God, please, please, Hanzo, fuck, Jesse, please, fuck me!” you cried, pleading your case in a way that could make a porn star blush. After a moment of stunned silence, all three of you came back to your senses.

“Fuck,” Jesse snarled, chest heaving. “Fuck.”

In a flurry of motion, he was tying you off, finishing the cuff on your other ankle; then he was diving towards you, capturing your mouth with his in an animalistic mix of lips and teeth. Small, possessive noises issued from the cowboy’s throat, buzzing on your tongue like the bubbles of a sweet champagne. A scorching hand burned down the lines of your body, setting your newly-formed bruises alight with sensation. You shivered in anticipation–you wanted, needed Jesse and Hanzo inside of you now.

All thinking stopped, however, when deft fingers finally reached your oversensitive clit; you jackknifed upwards, breaking your kiss with Jesse. Your hips bucked under Hanzo’s weight as you gulped in air, starving for oxygen and touch in equal measure.

“That’s it, slut,” Jesse said, voice rigid. His eyes were positively wild, stormy with need from where he was hovering over you. A glance at Hanzo’s face revealed much of the same. You imagined that this is what it must feel like to be a ship in a storm, to be something so small in comparison to nature’s unparalleled power. You opened your mouth in silent prayer as Jesse’s fingers laved over your sopping cunt, dragging them over your lips like the pages of a book. Without warning, he slipped two thick fingers inside of you, stretching you open while working his thumb in small circles over your clit. Oh, God. Your dream couldn’t even begin to compare to the actual feeling of Jesse’s hand, moving in and out with enough force to rock your whole body. Lewd noises filled your ears, setting off yet another round of sparks fizzling through you. A familiar surge of pleasure began to crescendo in the pit of your stomach, drawing out more breathless whimpers from somewhere high in your throat. However, just before you could reach your orgasm, Jesse’s thumb slipped from your throbbing clit, leaving you to clench around his fingers to no avail. Fuck, fuck, no! Just a little more...

Your eyes opened to meet Jesse’s face, finding that his impish smirk had slipped back on.

“Awww, darlin’, ya look so sad,” the man teased, crooking his fingers just to make you whine. “Don’t worry though, we’re just getting started…”

Equal measures of excitement and dread shot through you at his words. Hanzo and Jesse, while loving boyfriends, knew exactly how to push every single one of your buttons; in short, they could be assholes. Beautiful, sexy, lovable assholes. Paying your trepidation no heed, Jesse withdrew his hand from your hole, leaving you empty and shivering. Jesus, you were a mess.

“Wanna taste?” Jesse asked–but he wasn’t talking to you. No, he was offering his hand to Hanzo, who regarded the cowboy with relentless heat in his gaze. A silent something passed between them, before Hanzo was leaning in and taking the slick digits in his mouth, staring into Jesse’s eyes the entire time.

“Good, right?” Jesse said, voice gravelly once more. Hanzo simply hummed in response, before withdrawing once again. Another tense moment slipped by, in which it got harder and harder to remember how to breathe. Jesse’s eyes flicked downwards, then back up to Hanzo, seeming to ask a question; nearly imperceptibly, the archer nodded, drawing in a short breath when Jesse’s hand moved down to grasp the hem of his underwear. You bit your lip as Hanzo’s cock was revealed, red and leaking at the tip. With just a touch of Jesse’s fingers, precum was dripping onto your stomach, increasing your own arousal tenfold. Leisurely, the cowboy began to jerk Hanzo off, grip loose and taunting.

“Look at our girl, Hanzo,” Jesse commanded, swiping his thumb over the other man’s cockhead. “Look at how fuckin’ desperate she is for you”.

Hanzo’s eyes snapped to yours, and you felt the full weight of his attention crash down on you– fuck, he looked feral, lips pressed in a snarl and dark hair falling just past his chin. You couldn’t help but look away, feeling suffocated by Hanzo’s gaze; however, a metallic hand grasped your cheeks, wrenching your head back to look at your powerful lovers above you.

“Eyes up here, slut,” Jesse reprimanded, “I want you to watch him as he ruins that pussy of yours, understood?” You nodded. “Good. And don’t you fuckin’ dare cum before I tell you to, or else I’ll edge you for a week straight, got it?” Another nod, and he finally relinquished his hold on you, leaving a dull pain that you hoped would flower into bruises.

As you were told, you kept your eyes trained on Hanzo’s face, watching his eyes flutter as his cock was guided to your entrance. Once, twice, he slipped out, before he was slowly pushing in, inch by inch. God, he filled you perfectly. Finally, as Hanzo sank completely into you, Jesse relinquished his hold, stepping away to admire how the archer curved around you like a great beast getting ready to devour a meal. Arms shaking, Hanzo fell onto his elbows for support, hot breath sweeping over your face. He was close enough now that you could see beads of sweat beginning to form on his brow. You were the only one who got to see Hanzo like this, aside from Jesse–it was a fact that never seemed to get old, no matter how many times you had joined him in bed. Equally as tantalizing was the slide of his cock inside of you, beginning to move in short, calculated thrusts. Instinctively, you clenched down, earning a warning glare from Hanzo–but you were already in trouble, weren’t you? What would be the harm in doing a little teasing of your own?

Staring Hanzo in the eye, you purposely flexed your muscles once more, feeling a hot rush of slick slowly drip out of you. In a momentary lapse of control, Hanzo buried his head into your shoulder, letting out a strangled moan. You couldn’t keep from responding with a shit-eating grin, putting Jesse’s own signature smirk to shame. However, your expression dropped as you caught Hanzo’s thunderous face, towering over you as he rose back onto his hands and knees.

Oh, shit.

“You. Worthless. Whore. ” the man hissed, jaw clenched, “It seems as though you need to be reminded of your place.”

With surgical precision, Hanzo bottomed out inside of you, pausing for just a moment before retreating once again. Another thrust, and it was clear that your self-control would be pushed to the limit; already, you were falling apart, legs shaking from the sheer effort it took to hold back your orgasm. But Hanzo took no mercy on you, setting a steady rhythm that had you moaning helplessly. Fuck, this was getting difficult-

“Jesse, bring me the vibrator.”

God fucking dammit, you thought, your stomach dropping. Without so much as a stutter in his hips, Hanzo took the wand from Jesse’s outstretched hand, watching you intently as he nestled it right next to your clitoris. Your eyes flickered between the two sights, drinking in the sheer power your lover held over you. Then, with a click of a button, you were straining upwards, feeling as though you were being wrenched straight out of your body. Another click, and the vibrations grew even more intense; you longed to bury your hand in Hanzo’s hair, to scratch your nails across his muscled back, to do anything but sit there and take it. Each breath you drew in was cut off by the next, a staccato beat matching the rhythm of your racing pulse. You were close, so close that you could taste it on your tongue– shit!

“Did you really think I would let you cum, slut?” Hanzo asked, still thrusting in and out of your hole without care. Your whole body shuddered helplessly, hypersensitive after being denied once again. As you attempted to catch your breath, Hanzo reached down and twisted your swollen nipple, forcing you to lock eyes with him.

“I asked you a question, whore; answer me,” the archer commanded, practically growling, “Do you think you deserve to cum on my cock?” As if to punctuate his question, Hanzo slammed his hips forward, fucking you hard enough to pull against the ties at your ankles.

“Fuck! No!” you screamed, on the verge of tears. Your voice was wrecked with desperation, hoping beyond hope that the teasing would be over soon. However, you were soon at the mercy of the vibrator once again, letting out a whine at the feeling of it on your tortured clit. Hanzo sped up his pace, sitting up on his knees to watch every inch of your thoroughly marked body writhe underneath him. “That is right, you cumwhore. You do not deserve the honor of an orgasm at my hand. You are lucky that I am willing to fuck you in the first place.”

The vibrator was shut off once more, and you humped against it frantically, reserve long abandoned. “Go ahead, you stupid whore,” Hanzo encouraged, “Humiliate yourself. I want to see how pathetic you look when you cry.” A sob flew from your lips as the toy buzzed to life, only to be shut off seconds later, then turned on again, a sadistic pattern that made your hips jump and stutter on Hanzo’s cock. You could feel the archer’s perfect rhythm begin to falter, signaling his quickly-approaching climax; his moans burned hot on your skin, sending wave after wave of throbbing pleasure through your trembling body. Finally, you felt Hanzo seize up, almost uncannily still in the wake of his orgasm. Scorching cum flooded your hole, arousing enough to make your battered walls flutter with desire. A few heartbeats later, and Hanzo was crashing back down over you, gulping in air like a dying man. Tenderly, he pressed his sweaty forehead against yours, love and awe written in his furrowed brows and slackened mouth. As he breathed against you, you could feel your own hitching breaths slow, agonising desire fading just slightly into a dull roar.

Two pairs of hands whispered over your body, freeing your limbs from their confines, massaging the marks imprinted upon you by the ropes. You felt yourself float away just a little, untethered by chaste kisses pressed to your cheeks and soft hands stroking your thighs. Hanzo’s shifting body weight brought you back to the present, where Jesse was taking his place between your legs; Hanzo unceremoniously flopped to the side, grace all but forgotten in his post-orgasm haze. Your eyes opened slowly to see Jesse looking down at you, positively fit to burst with quiet affection. You smiled back, tensed and eager all the same.

"Ya did so good, darlin'," Jesse said, tone far softer now, "So good for us. Are ya ready for your reward?"

The praise melted into your skin, smoothing the raw edges that had been so expertly laid bare by Hanzo. With a simple nod, Jesse leaned in to kiss you once more, as slow and saccharine as honey. You embraced him in return, palms gliding over the coarse and ruddy plains of his cheeks; you felt like you were glowing from the inside out. Like a wave drawing across the sand, Jesse retreated, hands whispering down to your thighs. The rest of his body followed close behind, settling down between your legs with practiced ease.

"So beautiful, sweetheart," Jesse praised, "I can't wait to make you cum."

And there it was again, the knife's edge of hot desire. Almost subconsciously, you weaved your hands through Jesse's locks, giving them a tug. Jesse groaned deep in his chest, rekindling the flames in your gut. Your cowboy was so responsive. You pulled his hair again, set alight as Jesse muffled his moans into your sweat-soaked thigh.

“You’re gonna kill me, darlin’,” Jesse threatened, kissing his way towards your drenched pussy. A witty retort died in your throat as his tongue flattened against your swollen lips, lapping at the obscene mixture of cum and slick slowly dripping out of you. “Fuck,” you breathed, struck senseless by the hot-wet pleasure of Jesse’s plush mouth. An answering groan rang in your ears as the cowboy finally dipped his writhing tongue into your hole, drinking in the lewd slurry with feverish dedication. Your hands tightened into fists, pulling Jesse further and further in until his nose was pressed flat against your pussy. You whined; a sharpness ran through you along with pleasure, heightening each in a whirlwind of sensation.

Breathless, Jesse pulled back for a moment, sucking in air like a drowning man. In the low light, you could just make out the shine of your slick soaking the cowboy’s goatee–holy shit, that’s hot. Then, with fervor, Jesse was back to it, making you yelp as he latched onto your clit. You ground against him, his tongue sending shockwaves up and down your body; you were shaking with the oh-god-too-much of it all. Every inhale was a battle. Every movement made you see stars. Then, finally, finally, Jesse tore himself from your body, looking you in the eye as he said, “Cum for me, sweetheart."

You felt the command flow through you, breaking down walls and crashing into your nervous system. Jesse bent his head and sucked your clit hard, bringing you to the very edge once again. Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm, he encouraged you, nearly whimpering; he was bucking his hips, and fuck, fuck, fuck, shit! You were cumming into Jesse’s mouth, vision whited out by a dazzling starburst. Your legs crashed into the cowboy’s face, pinning him to your gushing pussy as you rode out your orgasm; your whole body was spasming, uncontrollable with pleasure. Then, like a puppet cut loose, you were limp, releasing Jesse from your death grip.

The cowboy shot to his knees, ripping his boxers off as fast as possible; his flushed cock was bared, aching and practically dripping precum. "Fuck, babygirl," he moaned, hand flying, "I'm gonna-fuck, I'm gonna cum!" A final groan, and Jesse was falling off the edge with you, release streaking against your rolling abdomen--followed quickly by Jesse actually falling on top of you.

"Holy shit," you laughed, "Get the hell off of me, you jerk!" A gargled mess that might have been a "no" was your only response for a moment, before the pile of sweat and various sexual fluids that was your boyfriend rolled off of you. You couldn't help but giggle at his dramatics--god, you loved your idiots. A moment of silence permeated the room, until you yawned; oh yeah, it's like three A.M...

"If you two are done, I believe it is time for some aftercare," said Hanzo, sounding equally as tired. With his help, you got up, only to fold in half from the sore feeling radiating through your pelvis--fucking fuck, you forgot how much of a bitch this could be. Seeing your discomfort, Hanzo scooped you up, carrying you to the en-suite bathroom. You heard Jesse follow you in, fetching a second set of sheets from the linens cabinet. Carefully, you were set by the toilet, Hanzo turning to allow you some privacy. After finishing your business, you were escorted to the shower, where the archer tenderly cleaned you off. From there, things got blurry--you vaguely remembered the smell of arnica cream, the feeling of a soothing wipe on your swollen lips, strong arms carrying you to bed, and a tender kiss placed on your forehead. Then, you were off to sleep, dreamless and peaceful.

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besotted-eros · 4 years ago

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Obsessed!Eren Headcanons+

Genre: SFW Headcanons + NSFW scene under cut

Summary: Eren being helplessly in love with you, and the night where he could show you just how bad.

Content: Bit of toxic jealousy, obsessive thoughts, losing virginity, romance,established relationship,oral (female receiving), unprotected sex

AN: Take some fluff, take some angst, take some smut and don't say I don't feed you

Eren loves so deeply, so passionately, so possessively. From the moment his heart decides on you, you are twisted in him. Yours is the first name on his lips in the morning, whether he wakes up beside you, or in a barracks beside Armin. Or in a jail cell alone. He thinks of you obsessively, weaving you into everything he does.

He used to follow you, sorting his schedule by yours. You would find him by your door, by the table you liked to read at, waiting for you expectantly.

It's almost scary sometimes. He makes your breath falter with his intensity, his need for you. You know he means it that he'll go mad if he ever loses you.

He keeps a note you wrote him in the inner pocket of his jacket. It doesn't say much, a quick entreatment to sleep and eat, your name signed with love. When he salutes his fist rests over it. He pledges to more than the scouts. It remains there long after his last salute.

He steals your hair ties, often reaching up to touch his hair when your absence gets too much. When his hair is down, falling below his shoulders like a chestnut curtain, he keeps it around his wrist. When he loses himself in the fog of memories that don't belong to him, he snaps it. It reminds him of the way you'd tap the back of his hand, pulling him back into the world of the living. You are his anchor.

He refuses to keep his hands off you in public, even if it gets him in trouble. No amount of scolding from Levi will make him stop touching your waist as you pass by during training, or pulling you in for a kiss before zipping away. Your friends become use to it, the way Eren will pull you against him when you sit together, or move you into his lap. His hands will rest on your hips, rub your shoulders. But he loves holding your hand above all. It's the way the world knows you are tied. Bound.

There are only a few people allowed to touch you. Mikasa, Armin. Sasha on good days. One time Jean attempted to throw a casual arm around you as you spoke, and was quickly thrown to the ground. Yes, Eren and Jean fought. But this time was different. Eren spat in his face, baring his teeth as he delivering a bone crunching punch. "Don't. Fucking. Touch her." He growled, sounding more animal than man. He never apologised for that. You were careful to keep your space from other men too.

When you're apart he is hollow. Listless. He imagines what you're doing, if you're safe. If you're missing him. He pictures you in trouble without him, and it stirs him into action, to find you faster. To wrap you in his arms, the only place you'll ever truly be safe.

When you reunite, it brings him to tears. They quiver in the corners of his verdant eyes as he tenderly cradles you, large hands stroking through your hair. He buries his face in you so you won't see them. And he says your name. Over and over. Like a chant. Like a prayer. Like a thank you.

There is one time that those tears fall. It is when he takes you, when he gives himself to you.

The evening had been perfect, ignoring the upcoming trip to Marley that weighed heavily on all minds. You didn't want to think about that, instead focusing on the spiced wine that Levi had quietly pushed into your hands while Hange grinned from behind him. And the way Eren traced circles on your knee, his normal stoic face softened into a half smile.

You snuck away from your friends, leaving Connie and Sasha bellowing a war song while Mikasa tried to force Sasha's shirt back on. You had tapped his wrist, and soon you were out of the mess hall, holding onto each other as you stumbled into the moonlight. You kissed, soft and repeated, your lips unbearably supple under his. Eren wondered if the butterflies would ever fade as your head leaned against his shoulder. He never wanted them to. He wanted to love you like he was free falling from a wall, with his heart in his throat and life bursting from every pore.

Soon you found yourself at the door to the room you shared with Mikasa and Sasha. This is where you would usually part, with him kissing your forehead goodnight. He would quell his thoughts of you in the shower later, your name hot on his tongue as the cool water cascaded over his firm body.

But this time you pulled him in.

When he laid you on the bed, your soft hair splayed across the over the pillow like a sunburst, his heart stopped. He had seen this before. He had dreamt it. There was no god to Eren, no angels. But in that moment he knew he had found someone to worship.

But nothing could have prepared him for how it felt. Lips meeting like crashing waves, the soft gasps that left your throat as his hands found parts of you no one else would ever touch. He wanted to run his fingers across every inch, to discover you like a new world. Here, the dip of your hips. There they smooth into your legs, here into your ass where the flesh was soft and pliable under his fingers. His thumb brushed across your lips, and when you took into your mouth, tongue tracing the pad of it, he groaned.

He could have ruined you right then and there. But he held back.

Eren memorized you, the feel of your chest against his and the way you kissed his collarbone until it was a field of blooming bruises. Tomorrow he would wear his shirt unbuttoned, wearing your love like a medal. He returned the favour in tenfold, leaving blossoms of soft purple across your neck. They were rewards for every time you touched him. How good it felt. Eren had never felt this good. Soon your chest was littered with them, his mouth hot and desperate on your breasts. Here he seemed to say. I have touched you here, and here. I loved you there, and there.

You spoke his name into the night like a prayer. The want in it, the need of him. It twisted his stomach into a rosary as he held your face and kissed you like a blessing. He liked how your mouth formed him, called him forth into the world. He wanted more of that.

So he kissed his way down, teeth sneaking out every once in a while to nip at your supple skin. You found where you wanted him most, where you throbbed with want. You were so delicate under his fingers as he dipped them into you, walls fluttering as your toes curled. Your hands found his hair, encouraging him further as his tongue slid against your clit, making you buck.

He could do this to you. He could make you putty under his fingers. This strong, demanding woman who slayed those who threatened her, reduced to whimpering his name.

His. Eren was making you his. He was defiling you in the softest of ways, pressing your legs open, your slick slit parting for him. He dragged his tongue up, down, up again to circle your throbbing clit. When you looked down at him, his eyes were glazed green glass, your wetness making his lips shine. He pulled his fingers out, holding the soaked fingers towards you. Obediently you took them into your mouth, and he gasped against your warmth, sucking at your clit in response and making you throw your head back. Your throat exposed, vulnerable and ridden with angry bruises.

He couldn't handle it. His shaft was hard against the bed as he pressed into it, but it wasn't enough. It would never be enough. And then you pulled up, tugging his long hair. You licked yourself off his lips, tasting how you coated his tongue. Your legs were still spread, exposed for him. Eren angled himself, his dripping head aligned with your wet entrance, while he kissed his love into you.

"Please," you asked, it was all Eren needed.

And then you were connected. His fingers found yours, and you held tightly to his hand as hips rocked against yours. Your eyes were closed, pinched tightly at the sensation of pleasure and pain radiating from the warmth between your legs. He was big. He was so big.

Eren whispered your name.

"Look at me. Look at me while we do this." He murmured, his nose tracing your cheek as he peppered soft kisses on your jaw.

You did, meeting his green gaze. His mouth opened, a kick of pleasure making his toes curl as he adored you. The way you stared up at him, a look he would never see you give another. Your hand moved to cup his cheek, breasts bouncing as his body picked up speed. He was desperate. He was aching. He had pictured you like this for so long, but his dreams held no candle to the way your walls gripped him.

"Never. Never let another man touch you." He panted, his heart soaring as you nodded, nails digging into his shoulder as you held on to him, feeling him rail into you. "Be mine. Be forever mine. Please y/n..." His voice broke as he picked you up from the bed, needing to feel even closer. Even tighter. Your legs wrapped around him in response as your moans hit a fervored pitch. He gripped your thighs, using them to bounce you up and down his veiny shaft, using you to milk him. Eren sat back, letting the moonlight bathe your back as your hair stuck to your skin, mingling with his.

"I love you." He said. It cut through your incoherent moans, your whimpers of satisfaction. You pulled back to rest your forehead against his, letting yourself stare at him. To be seen by him. He could have done anything to look at you forever, to live his world only through your eyes.

"I love you too, 'ren." You whispered, and it pushed him over the edge. He slammed you back into the bed, load whines ripping from his throat as his hips snapped against yours over and over. You. You. You. You invaded his every sense, his every particle. You were Eren's everything.

When he came, it was like a dam breaking. Flooding you, making you cream around him. You overflowed with him, and he was at once addicted to the sensation. You cried out with him, your moans mingling as his hot mouth overtook yours. His cheeks were wet. He shook as you kissed, collapsing against you. His body was hot and muscular, the scratches you left on his back steaming slightly.

You lay there for peaceful moments, pressing your face into the top of his head while he listened to your heartbeat. He would do anything to ensure that it would never stop. He was going to do anything to ensure it never stopped.

Even if that meant he wouldn't always be there to hear it.

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