#cw:smut

[snakehatepage]

pretend this posted right the first time PLS IM BEGGING if you saw this before no u didnt yes this is a repost blah blah blah

cw:smut mdni men dni, fem reader

You've been waiting for hours, or at the very least what feels like hours. Sevika keeps promising you just one more hand of poker, just one more drink, but you begin to get impatient. You tried to be patient, to be good, you tried so hard.. You just couldn't stand it, not when she's been so busy lately, and you've been so needy without her. You've barely even seen her, and now she wants to sit here and ignore you? Leave you watching her play? 

“Sev..” you draw out softly, body itching for her touch. She puffs on her cigarillo, barely even glances at you, blowing a plume of smoke away from you. “What is it?” she grunts, shoving more of her money into the pot.

“I thought you said one more hand” you sigh, trying not to sound as desperate as you felt. She cocks an eyebrow, “You getting impatient?” she glances at her cards, back at you, shit eating smirk on her face. You swallow, roll your eyes, getting snippy. “I didn't say that, I was just asking..” her gaze was burning you, your insides flipping and flopping. 

Impatient didn't even begin to describe the need you felt, so eager to just go home and have her to yourself. “Watch it.” she warns easily, turning back to her hand. And so you do, you try to be good, to be patient and bite your tongue, but it is proving to be increasingly difficult.

You squirmed uncomfortably in the booth seat, your patience wearing thinner with each passing minute. Sevika remained oblivious, or maybe she chose to ignore you, paying attention to only her poker game and the unimportant chatter with the other players. Her hand hovered over a pile of bills, considering her next move.

Unable to hold your tongue any longer, you leaned in close, your voice barely above a whisper. "Sevika..." You paused, gathering your courage. "I need it now" Your cheeks flushed, a mix of impatience and desire curling deep in your tummy.

As if sensing your desperation, Sevika suddenly pushed back from the table, collecting her winnings, and clearly peeved with you. She stood tall, towering over the booth. she reached down, gripping your arm firmly and guiding you out of the booth without a word to anyone.

You stumbled slightly as she led you through the crowded bar, your heart pounding in anticipation. She drags you to one of the storage rooms, pushing you inside, she follows, shutting the door behind her with a soft click.

"Sevika..." you started to protest, but your voice caught in your throat as she advanced on you, backing you up against the wall. Her hand cupped your chin, tilting your face up to meet her eyes.

"I told you to be patient," she murmured "And yet here you are, acting like a spoiled brat in the middle of my game." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against your face. "Didn't I warn you to watch it?"

You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry. She took a step closer, invading your personal space as she loomed over you. "I.. I just wanted.." you started to protest, but your voice trailed off as she took another step.

Her hand stayed on your chin  "You just wanted what, baby?" she asked, shoving you to your knees.  happily you oblige, plopping down at her feet. her thumb strokes your bottom lip teasingly. "What is it you want so badly? That couldn't wait?" 

You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry as her fingers pressed against your lips, demanding entrance. Instinctively, your mouth opened, allowing those two long, thick fingers to push inside, your tongue flicking out to taste her skin. The almost sweet, slightly bitter flavor of her cigarillo smoke linger on your taste buds as she pushes her fingers deeper, brushing the back of your throat.

You whine and gag, muffled, your eyes fluttering shut as she begins to grind the toe of her boot against your clothed cunt. The rough, textured leather rubbed against your aching core, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through your body. You bucked your hips instinctively, trying to gain more friction, more pressure against your throbbing clit.

"That's it, baby. such a nasty girl," Sevika growled, her fingers pumping in and out of your mouth, setting a steady rhythm. Her other hand gripped your hair, holding you in place as she used your face, fucking your mouth with her fingers in time with the rough grinds of her boot.

"Fuck, look at you. So desperate for my touch, my attention. You're dripping already, aren't you?" Sevika taunted, her voice a low, wicked rasp. She pressed her boot harder against you, the cotton of your underwear rubbing directly against your clit, making you see stars. Your hips jerked needily, chasing your climax.

"That's it, cum for me. Cum on my boot like a good girl, nasty baby.." she coos as she pushes her fingers deeper, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. Tears sprung to your eyes, but that's all you needed.

Your body tensed, back arching as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. A muffled moan vibrated around Sevika's fingers as your pussy clenched and spasmed, soaking your panties through. 

She gently pulls her fingers out of your mouth, running her fingers through your hair. “You okay?”

You nod, laugh softly as you stand on shaky legs. “Yeah.. Take me home now?” You ask with a tilt in your voice. She smirks in a way that ties your stomach up again, “Gladly.”

reblogs and comments r much appreciated! I kinda hate this but I need to post it before I end it. k bai love u

[anna-hawk]

Keep your nose in my business

Shane Walsh x F!Reader

Summary: You meet a stranger at the bar and the only thing you can think about is riding that man's gorgeous nose. R18+ 🔞🔞 || WC: 3k CW:smut, anonymous sex, casual sex, strangers to lovers, oral sex (f receiving), car sex, reader had a bit to drink but not enough to not know what she's doing A/N:In answer to this poll's results.

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It was Saturday night, and you decided to hit the bar with a couple of friends to help take off the edge after one seriously long week. You’d been at it for a few hours now, all of you riding a nice buzz and laughing at one of the tables, when two men walked in and headed straight for the bar. Your eyes instantly zeroed in on one of them as the men sat down at the counter with their profiles facing you.

You knew that you were staring, barely looking away and almost ignoring your friends in the process as they chatted and laughed around you, but you couldn’t help yourself.

A shiver ran down your spine while you took in the man’s features, which was easy enough since you were only sitting two tables away from the bar. His hair was in a buzz cut, which emphasized the perfect shape of his head, while it also highlighted the straight line of his nose and the curve of his lips. The nose in particular was what had you so riveted to the man’s face. As you watched him animatedly talk to his friend, you could see that his nose was broad and slightly crooked. However, it was exactly these details that added to his rugged face and made him so appealing to you. 

“What got you so distracted?” suddenly piped up one of your friends from right next to you, leaning against you to look in the direction you’d been staring at. “Oh,” she crowed with a grin, elongating the vowel. “Well, don’t you got a nice view? Which one is it? Oh, wait, silly me,” she giggled with a knowing smirk. “The right on.”

So maybe you had a type. 

Grinning at her with a hum of confirmation, you drew your attention back to the man, only to notice that he was the one watching you now. Taken by surprise, you blinked a couple of times, realizing that he or his friend must have caught you or your friend staring. You didn’t look away, though. Especially since he was watching you with interest. Instead, you slightly lifted your head and inclined it to the side, a small, challenging smile forming on your lips. The man’s mouth pulled up into a curious smile. 

“Don’t wait for me,” you announced to the table as you got up, only turning your head slightly into your friends’ direction, while never taking your eyes away from the man. 

“Have fun!” The same friend from before exclaimed with glee, while the others cat called as they caught on to what was happening.

Grabbing your purse, you made your way towards the bar, where the man was watching you come closer. Your stomach jumped with excitement at the lengthy once over he gave you, making you feel glad that you’d opted for the dress you were wearing tonight. When you were only a few steps away from him, he swiveled on the bar stool until his whole body was facing your way. 

“Hey,” he said, tilting his head to the side with a playful smile as he observed you. 

“Hey, yourself.” You leaned your back against the bar and turned your head towards him. There was barely a foot separating you from him now. 

The man looked even better up close, with the first three buttons of his shirt undone and a pendant hanging low on his smooth chest. But his nose… It was even more appealing, with its straight slope that gave way to a defined cupid's bow and lips. You smiled to yourself at the images entering your mind in relation to said nose. 

“Havin’ a good evenin’?” he wondered, taking a gulp from his beer while keeping his eyes on you. 

“Mhm.” This time, you were the one to give him a very deliberate once over, your eyes stopping a little longer on his crotch and the promising bulge in it. “You?”

“Just got better,” he smirked, which had you chucking in appreciation. “Can I get you somethin’ to drink?”

“I don’t wanna be interrupting anything,” you said with a fake air of innocence, giving a half shrug and a glance at the man’s friend. 

“Nah, ma’am, he’s all yours,” the friend said with a snort and a small, amused shake of his head as he drank from his beer bottle. 

“You hear that?” the man chuckled, leaning an elbow on the counter as his eyes dropped to your mouth for an instant.

“I do,” you hummed softly, satisfied with the way he was looking at you.

The man grinned and lifted his hand to call the barman. “Get the lady whatever she’d like, yeah?”

The barman nodded and looked at you, waiting for your order.

“Whatever he’s having is fine,” you replied, since you didn’t really care about the drink. 

Your eyes returned to the man, who was still watching you. 

“I’m Shane,” he said, motioning for you to take a seat, which you ignored. You weren’t interested in chitchat and didn’t intend to stay in the bar much longer. 

“Nice to meet you,” you smiled sweetly.

Shane frowned faintly after you didn’t introduce yourself in turn. 

“Don’t I get a name?” he inquired after a beat. 

You chuckled softly. “What does it matter?” 

His eyes narrowed curiously this time, quietly assessing you for a few seconds, before his lips slowly curved up on one side as he tried to figure you out. 

“Well, I gave you mine…” he trailed off meaningfully, his sharp gaze on your face. 

“Mm, true, but yours might be more useful than mine,” you explained in a light tone.

“Oh yeah? How so?”

Oh, he was definitely intrigued now, and you loved it. 

You turned your whole body towards him and leaned into his space until your face was only a few inches away from his. 

“When you’ll have me screaming your name,” you whispered, your eyes locked with his. 

His entire demeanor instantly changed. His back straightened, while his face morphed from amused curiosity to intense interest, his brown eyes becoming dark pools as he regarded you. Heat ran through your entire body at the way he was watching you, his expression promising something that had you already feeling your arousal thrumming between your legs. 

“Rick,” Shane rumbled as he got up, which had him standing right in your space as he addressed his friend without looking at him.

“Just go. But you owe me one,” Rick snorted good-naturedly.

Shane only hummed in acknowledgement, his eyes not moving away from you. 

Throwing him a lopsided grin, you took a couple of steps backwards before turning around and making your way towards the exit. You didn’t check if Shane was following you; you knew he was. Once outside, you headed straight for your car, which was standing at the furthest part of the parking lot, and listened to the thuds of Shane’s booted feet behind you. As soon as you’d unlocked the car, Shane grabbed you by an arm and turned you around until he had you pressed against the passenger door. His other hand came up to take hold of your jaw as his mouth descended on yours. He kissed you hungrily, his tongue claiming your mouth and making you moan against his lips. 

“What exactly is it that you want from me, Darlin’?” he asked after lowering his mouth to your jaw and biting teasingly over it. “I know there gotta be somethin’ specific in that pretty lil’ head of yours with the way you approached me,” he continued, moving to your ear and nosing along the skin behind it, which had you grabbing at his shirt. “Somethin’ a lil' rough…? Somethin’ quick 'n dirty…?” He slid his hands down your body; over your hips and thighs, before moving them to your ass and pressing you against him, making you feel his hardening length. 

“Very observant,” you laughed through a moan, before he took your mouth again, which made you feel his grin against your lips.

“So?” He whispered against your lips, while his fingers began raising your dress over your thighs to get to your skin. 

Uttering a soft laugh, you briefly caught his bottom lip between your teeth and sucked at it, which had Shane rocking against you with a small groan. 

“I wanna ride your face,” you revealed after a few seconds, drawing your head away enough to see his expression as you spoke.

Shane locked his dark eyes with yours, staring at you intently for a second, before he exhaled deeply and licked his lips. 

“Yeah?” 

A flutter of excitement coursed through your belly and had your legs squeezing together at his hungry smirk. 

“Uh huh.” You looked at him with the same challenging smile that you'd sent him when he'd first looked at you. You moved in until your lips grazed his. “You think you're up to it?” 

One of Shane's eyebrows lifted at your challenging tone, while he ran his tongue over the top row of his teeth. 

“Come on,” he rumbled with a touch of warning at your challenge, and ripped himself away from you with a jerky movement while he grabbed your wrist.

For a second, you were confused about why he was taking you away from your car, but quickly realized that he was walking towards his own. He unlocked a dark truck that was only standing a few slots away from yours, and opened the passenger side. 

He pulled you against him and spoke into your ear in a rough voice, “Get in.”

“Eager much?” you gloated, pressing a hard kiss to his mouth before throwing your purse onto the back seat and climbing into the truck. 

What surprised you, then, was that Shane didn’t go to the driver’s side. Instead, he reached underneath your seat and pulled on a lever before pushing the seat all the way to the back. You made a small sound of surprise as you slid back, but your breath caught in your throat as you saw Shane slip into the now roomier foot well at your feet. Your whole core tightened in delicious anticipation as you realized what he was planning once he’d closed the door. In the low light of the parking lot, you stared at each other silently for a few seconds, before his hands began moving over your thighs, pushing the dress up inch by inch. Breathing faster, you spread your legs to allow Shane to get into a better position between your feet. Your stomach tightened at Shane's pleased hum and bit down on a moan when one of his hands moved between your thighs until it disappeared under your dress. Barely a moment later, you had to suck on your bottom lip as Shane's fingers slid against your soaked panties. He groaned in the back of his throat at the feeling and pressed a finger against you to get more of it. 

“Shit, talkin' 'bout eager, huh.” 

There was no time to reply, since his hands were now running along your outer thighs underneath your dress until he met your panties. You lifted your hips and watched Shane as he methodically removed your underwear, one leg at a time. Then he grabbed you by the hips and pulled until you were reclining against the backrest and your ass was sitting at the very edge of the seat. Shane glanced up at you with that same hungry expression as earlier, holding eye contact for a moment, then sank his face between your thighs. 

One thing was certain, he wanted this as much as you did, since he went in with no hesitation or restraint whatsoever. His tongue slid through your folds a few times, gathering your juices with ravenous passes. He groaned into your skin, which had you crying out and rocking your hips into his face. He moaned as you did it, which had you peering down at him. His mouth and parts of his nose were pressed between your outer lips, licking and sucking up and down around you. Panting, you grabbed the back of his head and lifted your hips while pushing his face into you, until you felt your clit bumping against his nose and sliding over it. If Shane was surprised by your action, he didn’t show it. He grunted at your long moan of pleasure while you kept him against you and rubbed yourself along his nose with small rotations of your hips before going back down and receiving the attention of his mouth again. You suddenly realized why he’d gotten you in the passenger seat. He could have easily laid you out on the back seat to eat you out, but you wouldn’t have been able to grind against his face like you were right now. He had definitely understood the assignment. This was as close to riding his face as it got in this situation. 

“Shane, fuck!” you cried out, as his lips surrounded your clit and started sucking at it with growing pressure, before circling it with his tongue. 

Shane growled in reply and pushed one of your thighs further open to get even closer to you. Lifting one of your hands to the head rest, you grabbed onto it for leverage as you kept your other hand over the back of Shane’s head while you moved against his mouth. Breathing loudly through your moans of pleasure, you stared down as Shane welcomed your erratic thrusts with his tongue. He loosely wrapped an arm around one of your thighs to keep you centered and looked up at you. There was just enough light to see his features, and you found yourself unable to look away. He was silently encouraging you, his eyes taking in your expression of ecstasy as your hips began moving more wildly, slipping and sliding over his mouth and his nose. 

“Shane, Shane, Shane,” you chanted, as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge. 

Shane groaned in a low tone as his name kept spilling over your lips. 

“Fuck, please don’t stop, Shane. So close… I’m so close,” you cried, with your voice getting gradually higher. 

“Mhm, mhm,” Shane growled encouragingly, watching you attentively as he worked tirelessly with the wild pumps of your hips. 

Your whole body went rigid as you exploded over Shane’s mouth with a long cry, your back arching up while you gripped at the head rest. As soon as the highest moment of your orgasm began to subside, you began to tremble from the intensity of it while Shane slowly slid his tongue over your drenched flesh. 

“Fuck,” you uttered with a gasped out laugh, as your body sank into the seat and Shane kissed the inside of your thigh. 

His low chuckle had you glancing down at him through hooded eyes and finding him smirking with his nose, mouth, and chin glistening with your juices. Without really thinking about it, you sat up and slid back in your seat to catch Shane’s face between your hands and lick a broad path from his chin and up to the middle of his nose. Shane groaned and caught your mouth in a messy kiss, sliding his tongue over yours while your hands went to his fly. To your surprise, it was already open. His dick was damp with pre-come, which you gathered over the head and used to stroke down along his whole shaft. Shane grunted at your touch and bucked into your closing fist as he pushed you back against the seat. A second later and you were yelping in surprise as the back rest flew back, putting you in an almost flat position. Shane was holding himself above you, one knee between your legs on the seat and one hand braced next to your head. You gasped as he used his other hand to slide three fingers along your entrance, before he brought it to his length and began stroking himself with the help of your slickness. Just from his expression, you could tell that he was already close. With a small grin, you brought his face down to yours and teasingly drew your tongue along the seam of his lips, quickly dipping into his parting mouth, before you licked over the bridge of his gorgeous nose.

“Fuck, you’re somethin’ else,” he grunted through gritted teeth before he groaned as he hung his head and came in hot spurts over your thighs. 

Humming contentedly, you watched his eyebrows lowering and his nose scrunching up as his body was rocked by pleasure. When he slowly opened his eyes, you pulled his face down for a languid kiss, which he instantly answered. 

After a minute, Shane rose on his hands and contemplated you with a slow smile but remained quiet. You watched him back and lifted a hand to stroke it lightly over his nose, smiling at his small chuckle, before he finally moved to collapse into the driver’s seat. Sitting up as well, you pulled on the lever to get the back rest up again and looked for your panties. You ignored the mess between your legs and your thighs as you adjusted your dress; you’d take care of that at home. As you moved around, Shane observed you silently while you retrieved your purse, put the panties inside, and ultimately opened the door. 

“Thanks for the ride,” you said with an impish grin after getting out and leaning against the open door.

Shane snorted and hung his head with a little shake before his gaze returned to you. 

“Anytime,” he replied after a beat, his expression telling you that he meant it. 

Laughing softly as a frisson of satisfaction ran through you, you nodded and took a step back to close the door. You purposely didn’t look back as you walked towards your car and got inside.

Who knew, if there was a next time, maybe you'll consider giving him your name. After all, he did make you scream his. 

[druidwolf21]

Part of first impression

JUST ADDING

This is not proofread, Tumblr uploaded it before it was finished so I had a mad panic to try to get this out!

Lion El'Johnson x f! Reader

Thank you all so much for your unlimited patience! Finally the next part to first impressions!

Honestly I have so many drafts for this, I want through like 4 primarch's lol

As always, 2 endings one fluffy one angsty and a separate smut waaaaaayy below

ANYWAY ENJOY

CW:smut with a warning, swearing. Q

Just lion El'Johnson being a grump

Tags: @beckyninja @lemon-russ @moodymisty @thisuserislilsilly @jaghatai-khock @echo-of-damnation @laura-naruto-fan1998 @cosmic-cryptid-from-beyond @astrohymn @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

Let me know if you wanna be tagged or removed, I'm just going off my old tags lol!

K THANKS ENJOY

Twisting the soft snowy satin of your dress between your fingers, you edged your way through the crowd towards the burnished doors. Slipping through the huddles of gossiping bodies, you managed to reach the exit with suspicious ease. A giddy smile crept along your face as you reached out, The silvered handle feels cool under your touch as you grip and pull.

And then pull again

Crap

The locked rattled in its setting with each tug, refusing to give any leeway.

"bloody typical" you mutter, spinning on your heels and scouring the room again. "When is it ever that easy"

Your eyes fell to a small door. Carved out to blend in with the wall, it would be unnoticeable if it weren't for the trickling flow of serfs filtering through, shoulders bowed under the ladened trays they handled. Taking one last look around the gilded hall, you gathered your dress back up and swept towards it. Avoiding the lengthy shadows cast by towering men of war and following the ebb and flow of dancers, you edged ever closer, blending in seamlessly with the crowd. You became just another face before slipping silently through the cracks and easing yourself away from the gathering.

You puffed out a breath you didn't realize you'd been holding and let out a snort as you began running down the thin corridor. Laughter bubbled in your chest as you slipped further away until the raucous chatter was but a muted haze. Finally slowing your pace, you stepped into a small kitchen, your laughter calming to a content smile as you breathed in the scent of warm foods and hot wine. A few serfs smiled and greeted you by name, chuckling as you told them of your botched escape through the main doors.

The serfs quarters had always been a second home to you and, despite your station, they'd always welcomed you with open arms. An elderly woman slapped your hand halfheartedly, scolding you as you snatched hot rolls, tender meats and fruits from a platter, rolling them up in a small cloth as you perched yourself on a counter. Content, you watched them work, joking with them as they passed around you. The black iron counter felt hard beneath you, but the crackling of the fire and idle chatter made you feel warm and content as you settled in.

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"MISS MISS"

a voice carved through the bustle of the kitchen as a young girl tumbled out of another side door. You slid from your perch and caught her as she fell, propping her back upright. She looked up at you, eyes wide as she gasped for breath. "Miss it's th'lord, your brother, he's come lookin' for ya miss"

The kitchen halted, an uncomfortable silence stretched thin, before the elderly woman grasped your hand and pulled you towards her.

"everyone! back to work! And not a *WORD* that the young miss was here" she barked, ushering you towards the fireplace. With weathered fingers she slid her hands along a groove in the wall, earning a soft click as a door opened up.

"that'll take you to the gardens miss, hurry up now, or your brother will be dragging you back" she pressed your bundle of food into your hands. "Go"

You gripped the linen parcel and grinned "thanks I owe you guys"

"remember that the next time you're in trouble and stay out of my hair" she grumbled, "thought you would've grown out of this by now" offering you a tired toothless smile, she chuckled to herself before pushing you through and sealing the cold brick behind you.

Rolling your eyes, you turned and lumbered down yet another corridor.

I swear if I have to go down one more blood tunnel..

You trailed your fingers down the walls, scrunching your nose up at the damp moss that saturated it's surface. The temperature dropping with each step you took and it felt like a decade had passed in the dark echoing chill before fresh, cool air began filtering towards you. Soft silver light hit your skin as you ducked under a crumbling arch and stepped into soft grass, the smell of petrichor and dew hung sweetly in the air.

It was later than you'd thought. The sky was painted dark and splattered with twinkling stars and the faint flash of engine ignition flashed and dissipated into the distance. Dropping your gaze, you trailed your sight over the swathes of blossoming trees that stretched beneath the endless sky. Their boughs swayed gently, shuddering their leaves and tousling petals loose to dance across the breeze and into the night.

Stepping from the tunnel, you wandered towards the dappled shadows of the orchard sprawling before you, moonlight filtering through thick blankets of leaves and blossoms as you slipped amongst the trunks. The air felt calm and quiet around you as you pressed a hand against an aged peach tree, it's twisted bark marking your palms as you leant against it to pull off your heels.

Dropping your shoes into the grass you stretched and turned back towards the glittering lights of the manor. Flickering shadows as people passed the giant glass filtered down towards the grounds, but the music was distant, drowned by the gentle singing of cicadas.

" I am so dead when this is over"

Rolling your arms back, you cracked the joint, attempting to ease some tension from your limbs. 10 minutes of peace had turned into an unplanned daring escape and your brother was NOT going to be happy. But that was a problem for tomorrow, at least for now you had a chance to enjoy some alone ti-

Crack

A sharp noise cracked the silence and you jolt upright as you peered through the dark to find its source. Ears straining for any sound you stepped backwards, twisting your head as you scan around. From the corner of your eye you see it. A shadow. Heart in your throat you grasp your shoe in your fist, the pointed heel raised as you step out from the cover if the tree.

"Whoever you are, I'm warning you, I'm armed"

"Armed? Is that what you call it"

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A yell rips from your throat as you spin, lashing out at the voice. Aim true, your heel swings towards center mass until a hand finds your wrist and twists. With a cry, you drop your improvised weapon. Panic rising in your throat, you pull backwards. The bruising grip on your arm released and you stumble, before quickly finding your feet and hissing through your teeth. Fists raised in defense, you bristled as you faced the intruder.

Eyes widened as you faced a mountain of verdant green. Bone ivory silk lined the edges of rich emerald that rippled like dappled shadows in the forest around you. You cast your gaze higher, regarding the tabard, fabric whispering with each movement, heavy yet fluid as it lay draped over broad shoulders.

A grumble dragged your thoughts back as your eyes met with a silent glare. blonde locks fell about his face and a thick beard framed his strong jaw, but it was his eyes that held your attention. They were almost as vibrant as his garb; Vivid, primal, with an intensity that had every inch of your body pickling with goosebumps.

"watch it, girl" he growled, brows creased as he looked down at you.

Lion El'jonson, the emperor's first, primarch of the dark angels, towering over you with a scowl etched on his face.

You continued to stare, mouth slightly agape as your brain turns over itself.

I just tried to stab a primarch

With my shoe

Blood rushed to your cheeks and your hands flew to your mouth.

"my lord, I am so sorry I didn't realise-"

He cut you off with a large hand,brushing your apology off as he turned away.

"I don't need your apology, just keep your eyes open"

You bristled at his tone.

"excuse me?"

He paused, looking down at you over his shoulder as you clenched your hands into fists.

"I should watch where I'm going? You were out here skulking about, prowling around like something for a horror story, but IM the one who needs to keep my eyes open?"

His pupils narrowed as you pointed a small finger up at him, jabbing the air as you stepped towards him.

"you owe ME an apology for scaring me half to death"

A rumble vibrated through the air, silencing you. Your hand dropped and you huffed, refusing to pail under the growl of the primarch as he slowly turned back.

"well?"

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Lion watched as the woman stared up at him, defiance in her face as she refused to bow under his presence, her small hand jabbing the air, inches from him. Pride and curiosity battled within him as he turned back towards her. Who were you to dare talk back to him? Impudent little thing. Brave little thing.

Curiosity won out and he turned back to face you. A grumbled hammered through his ribs, his third lung pushing air through his chest.

You WILL conceed.

But still you refused to bend.

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"who do you think you are" he snarled, stepping towards you, dwarfing you beneath his shadow. His eyes glowing with moonlight and rage as he glowered at your small form. "First you strike me, then you speak back to me?"

You returned his look with one just as fiery.

"and I'll keep doing it, until you apologize back to me'

The tension stretched to breaking point, neither of you moving as the breeze trickled past you.

Finally you sighed, flicking your hair back behind your shoulder.

"fine, I'll agree to watch where I'm going IF you agree not to freak me out again"

Viridian eyes continued to bore into you, trailing from your face, down your figure before returning upwards, lingering on your lips for a moment.

He snorted and you decided that was probably all the agreement you were going to get.

Bending, you picked up your food parcel from where it had fallen, forgotten in the grass. You lowered yourself down, resting you back against a tree and tapped the soft soil next you.

"join me?"

Lion held fast refusing to move until you huffed again.

"I thought knights of Caliban were supposed to protect the weak?" you tapped the ground again. "Besides, if I didn't see you out here, what hope do I have of spotting anything else?"

Begrudgingly, he finally stepped forward and dropped to your side, grumbling as he stretched a leg out whilst bringing the other to his chest, resting his bulky forearm against his knee.

"you are a menace, woman"

You flashed a fake, shocked look across your face.

"you hardly know me!"

"and even then, I still know you too much"

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Lion blinked as you started to laugh. Not a false laugh like he heard so often from the courts, a genuine laugh, a belly laugh that had you rolling your head back.

By now, he had scared most people off, he knew he was intimidating, knew the effect he had of baselines, but you were just... sat there.

Laughing?

"wow you really know how to make a girl feel special" you gasped. He angled his head slightly, watching as you wiped your eyes and gulped for breath. Throwing a genuine smile at him, he felt a brief palpitation in his chest.

Your chest heaved and tears pricked your eyes, as he trailed his sight down, lingering on the curves of your body beneath the pale dress that clung to you as you stretched your legs out.

"you are very odd" he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers

"you have no idea"

"enlighten me then"

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You didn't know if lion was actually listening, or if he really cared, but he didn't move as you opened up your little bundle and began picking at the food, happily chatting away about the the house, the party and the events that led you to meeting him. He grunted every now and then, barely moving as you continued for what felt like hours.

And soon, he began to open up to you. slowly, at first, offering short replies as you questioned him about Caliban, the dark angels and, eventually, himself.

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Lion coughed back a smile as you stared up at him, eyes wide and glittering with starlight as you listened to his stories. not just battles and victories, Stories of sparring matches whilst he was training, eating with friends, travelling and seeing worlds, each tale had your face shining with delight, entranced. He felt...seen, by you, not at a primarch, or as a knight. As a man.

He found himself losing himself in the melody of your voice as you chirped so sweetly, asking for more.

And when you gently placed your hand on his arm, leaning in to hear his coarse voice, he knew he was gone

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"so what about you?"

"hmm?"

"obviously I know why you're here, but why are you HERE" you gestured around you.

He remained silent, eyes locked on you, stock still not even blinking. You cocked a brow at him, popping a cherry in your mouth.

"I did not like the company"

You nodded slowly.

"I get that, sometimes it's a bit much"

The moon had risen high overhead now, silvering the soft blonde of lions hair until it shone almost white. Chewing the cherry slowly, you brought the little package up, offering it up to him. He shuffled slightly, raising his hand before returning it to his knee.

"not hungry?" You queried, popping another cherry between your lips.

"most baseline foods are not prepared with primarchs in mind" he sighed, twitching his hand.

Pursing your lips, you picked up a strawberry, rolling it between your fingers. "I guess that makes sense, you'd probably squash it"

he grunted in response, watching you as you hummed, still twisting the ripe berry between your index and thumb.

"here"

You clambered to your feet, leaning over his arm as you brought the strawberry towards his lips.

"try it, it's good"

He glanced between the fruit and your face, his face unreadable. Blush started crawling up your neck and across your cheeks as you realised how you stood. your chest pressed to his forearm, leaning against him, your face so close you could see the crowsfeet near his eyes and the tired lines by his mouth.

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You were so close

The faint smell of your soft perfume and the cherry syrup linger on your lips filled his nose. Lion could feel the warmth of your body against his skin and hear how your heart thrummed in your chest, pounding like a jackhammer against your ribs as you leant in close.

Closing his eyes, the strawberry was sweet and ripe on his tongue, the juice swimming in his mouth as he swallowed, his tongue reached forward to like the syrup from his lip, instead finding the soft skin of your fingertip. Both of his hearts jolted and adrenaline flooded him.

He heard your breath hitch, felt you tense at the touch, before a soft sigh left you.

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You hummed as you felt Lions lips meet your skin, a gentle kiss pressed to your finger tip. His eyes fluttered open as you slowly drew your hand back. You blinked up at him, a soft smile gracing you.

"see? It's good right?" You whispered.

Without warning, he lowered his face, glittering eyes catching yours just for a single second before his warmth enveloping you as his lips softly brush against your own. The kiss was surprisingly gentle, almost hesitant at first, as if testing the moment, before it deepened, the softness of the touch contrasting with his mass of twisted muscle and calloused skin. You felt yourself melt, giving into his touch as his leg dropped and his hands reached to your waist, pulling you flush against him. The taste of strawberry was sweet on your tongue as you gave in to him.

Sighing as his lips finally left yours, he took your hand and raised it to his mouth. You chest almost flush with his chest as you perched in his lap.

"my lady, it would please me, to take you to Caliban, to see it for yourself"

Go with lion

Your breath hitched in your throat at his words.

"what?"

You felt a soft rumble in his chest as he continued to hold your hand, pressing it to his lips again before replying, The rough hair on his face prickling your skin.

"I have not had company such as yours for a long time, I would loathe to give it up here, allow me to bring you with me"

Your mouth fell open as you continued to blink up at him, your jaw working furiously to try to coax words into being. Finally you swallowed dryly and nodded.

A frown snuck its way across his features at your silence, slowly releasing your hand, he trailed his palm along your waist, resting at your hip.

"your words, woman"

His tone snapped you out of your reverie and you huffed, gently hitting his firm chest.

"you can't just ask me that, then call me woman, I have a name" leaning forward, you rested your head against his chest, listening to the strong thump of his hearts through the soft sea of green silk.

"but yes."

"yes?"

"yes I will go with you, IF you promise to stop calling me woman"

A large hand grasped your shoulder and pulled you back, the other finding your chin and bringing your head up. He searched your face looking for any doubt, his pupils thin as he scoured you, peeling you back later by layer. After a moment, he nodded, relaxing as he pulled you back to his chest.

Looking back at the manor, you see the last of the light flicker and die through the windows as the first peppering of dawn filters through the black expanse of the sky. You felt Fingers tangle in your hair finding your aquilla pin, deftly tugging it out and throwing it to the side.

Lion would find something more appropriate, now that you were his

"I can do that."

Refuse Lion

"you want- to take me to Caliban?"

He nodded, the firm grip on your waist squeezing slightly as he slowly dropped your hand.

"you spent the entire night out here, just to avoid that scene" he tilted his chin towards the now quieted manor, the lights fading to a muted flicker, before expiring, leaving the building cold and quiet in the early morning light.

"you wouldn't need to hide, if you came with me"

Pushing off his chest you clambered off his lap, instantly missing the heat he radiated. You stepped into the chilled grass and wrung your hands before dragging them through your hair, ripping the golden pendant from your locks. You stare at the pin, the creeping red hues of the sky glinting from its wings.

"I can't"

"what?"

You refuse to turn as you hear the primarch rise to his feet, instead glaring down at the elongated shadow he casts over you.

"what do you mean you can't"

Annoyance prickles his voice now as he steps closer to you. Finally turning you smile up at him sadly. Reaching for his hand, you place the eagle in his palm.

"I'm sorry"

You brush past him, breaking into a sprint as you head back towards the tunnel you came from, tears flowing freely down your face. He doesn't call for you, did not chase you and when you finally turned around, he was gone.

"I'm sorry, Lion"

Smut warning below

Alternate ending to going with Lion

"To Caliban?"

He responded with a low hum, allowing his lips to trail up your arm.

"Caliban, Terra, anywhere"

His lips found your throat, peppering your skin with soft kisses, his fingers found the soft plush of your hips, as he nuzzled into you, breathing in your scent.

You tilted your chin, encouraging him on as you threw your arms around his neck.

"say yes" he huffed, nipping and sucking at your pulse point, pulling a soft pink bruise across your skin. "Say you'll come with me"

"y-yes"

"good girl" he captured your lips in another kiss, heated and hungry, the tenderness gone as he devoured the taste of you. His tongue slipped between your lips and you groaned, grinding yourself down into his groin, smirking as his grip on your hips tightened and a growl ruptured from him.

Pulling away, he tore into the knot around your neck, working the bow loose and tugging the fabric over your head, leaving your body exposed to the chill air. Tossing it aside, his mouth found your breast. rolling the nipple on his tongue, he nipped and sucked. His beard coarse against your skin. Your back arched, pressing yourself further into him as your own hands found his hair, rough between your fingers, you tugged and toyed as he left his mark on your flesh.

You jerked as his calloused thumb found your clit and you felt him smirk against your skin. His free hand found your hair and pulled your head back slightly, holding you in place as he stroked circles on your sensitive nub. His tongue traced a line between your breasts and up your throat , pausing at your jaw.

"where has that attitude gone, my lady?"

You try to respond, only a fractured cry leaving you mouth as the knot in your gut tightens and cracks, ripping through in waves of pleasure as you cum. You twitch as his thumb keeps flicking over you, overstimulated, you whine and squirm beneath his touch.

Through blurry eyes, you see his hand move to his trousers, pulling them down enough to free himself. He slowly pulls you forward, his member trailing up and down your slit, teasing, coating him before he slowly slides in.

You cry out at the stretch, inch by inch filling you in a way you couldn't imagine. Lion kissed tears from your eyes as he slowly slid in, words of praise whispered from his lip you never dreamed would come from him, alongside words that made you cunt clench around him.

"good girl"

"you like fucking your lord in the woods?"

"wanted this the whole time? To please your primarch"

"so perfect"

His hips thrust upwards, the tip of his dick pressing into the sweet spot in your center as your mind turned to mush. His hands were on you, grounding your hips as he rutted into you, your own hand bunched into his tabard, clinging to him as you bounced against him.

"l-lion, m'gonna"

He snarled as he fucked into you, his eyes feral and glinting in the light as his bit into your shoulder.

You threw your head back, crying out in pain and pleasure as you came, feeling him twitch inside you as he finished, his teeth marring your tender muscle. His chest heaved beneath you as you collapsed forward, gasping. You could hear the below of his lungs as he sucked in oxygen, coming down from his own high. Thick fingers found your spine, dancing up towards your neck before a soft kiss was placed against your head.

"I'm glad you're coming"

You looked up at him, a cheeky smirk dancing across your mouth and he rolled his eyes, his own smile partially hidden beneath his beard.

"Stop it"

"I didn't say anything, lion!"

"you didn't have to"

You returned your head to his chest, still grinning as you heart finally slowed down.

I could get used to this

[vibeswithisha]

Cw:Smut, Oral (female receives) 

Connie was infatuated by you, your eyes, your body, your melanin skin. Everything was just so perfect to him. That’s why you’re laid on your back, legs up being held by Connie in the dim lit bedroom as his tongue is deep in your slick folds. “o-omg Connie” you moan as your eyes wander down at Connie between your thighs, Connie has been gone all day delivering to his customers and you missing him caught a attitude about him being gone for so long.

“ I know mama..but this is what you wanted right?” Connie said as he continued to stuck his tongue deeper into your slick folds, he told one hand off your leg letting it go, bringing his hand to your wet folds, sticking two fingers in thrusting them inside.“I-I’m sorry papa..please..I can’t t-take it” you begged as you whined, you felt close to your fourth orgasm of the night, eyes rolling to the back of your head and attempting to close your legs.

“Open them fucking legs up mama, stop playing with me” Connie said in a deep voice. Connie was determined to give you what you wanted and make you cum all night. “B-baby I can’t hold it anymore” you moaned as you placed your hands on his black durag he was wearing trying to push him away. “Go ahead mama m’ right here cum for me pretty girl” Connie told you as he was licking your folds in a face pace nosed stuffed in your wet pussy. He didn’t have to tell you more than once as you came to you fourth orgasm, feeling the once pressure you felt released squirting all over connie’s face and the silk sheets. “That’s right pretty girl squirt for papa” Connie moaned as he licked up the juices from the mess you had made. “I ain’t done with you, yet turn over pretty girl” Connie said as he stood up from your in between your thighs. 

You knew you was in trouble. 

[ikyoudreamofme]

GHOSTFACE

A/N: Jake in the ghost face costume Is the sexiest thing I’ve seen all year. Yum😋. I don’t know why every story I write has a party in. I’ve never seen a Katy Perry costume so let’s be unique.Also I started writing this before their actual party so.✌🏼

CW:smut,unprotected, p in v, kinda public, bathroom sex, choking?, oral (M receiving)

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Jake and Johnnie threw a Halloween party every year and you were invited due to being Jake’s girlfriend. Of course the fans would expect you two to match but knowing Jake he would do something completely off the rails. You had been planning your Halloween costume for months wanting it to be perfect. You chose to be Katy Perry from the Roar music video. You got a cheetah print strapless top and tied it in the front. For the skirt you bought a pair of black booty shorts and covered it in fake leaves and lined the top with flowers.

You came downstairs after putting on your heels writing for your Tara to arrive you Hadn’t seen her costume but she told you it was insane. You didn’t know what to expect. She called you telling you she had arrived you grabbed a small purse putting your phone and keys in it leaving towards her car.

You got in and immediately started l laughing. She was Bart Simpson. “Tara how do you even think of these costumes omg.” You said in-between laughs. She just shrugs and smiles at you. Tara drives to Jake’s house you both sit in silence wondering what at Jake’s wearing he told you it was a surprise. You walk in Tara behind you, Johnnie and Grace are downstairs on the couch. “Hey guys!” Tara shouts making them look towards you guys. They both get up walking over to you two. “you guys looks so good omg.”you compliment, Grace thanks you hugging you. “Y/n what even are you supposed to be.” Johnnie says looking at your costume. Grace looks at him shocked. “She’s Katy Perry from Roar!” He just nods still confused. “Where’s Jake?” You ask looking for him. Johnnie tells you he’s upstairs.

You Knock on his door and hear a faint “yeah?” You open the door walking in seeing Jake in front of his mirror sorting his hair out before putting a ghost face mask on. Your jaw falls slack slightly and your heartbeat increases you bite your lip walking over to him standing beside him the height difference very clear. He looks down at you and takes the mask off smiling. “You look really good.” Jake mentions putting his hands around your waist. “You are so hot Jake” you say pulling him in for a kiss which he reciprocates.

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People start arriving and the party starts you’re talking to a couple friends and see Jake out of the corner of your eye, you turn your heads staring at him. All you could think about was how good he would look in the mirror, while you were bent over, with the mask on. He must have read your mind or something because he walks over to you and your friends. “Can I steal her for a minute?” He ask his hand on the small of your back. Your friends nod saying bye to you. “You keep staring, don’t act like I don’t see you.” Jake says pulling into the bathroom talking the mask off. You stay quiet trying to control your breathing. Jake pushes you against the wall kissing you aggressively. You kiss him back pulling him closer to you wrapping your arms around his neck. His hand goes to your throat and lightly squeezes on it. You gasp, his tongue slips into your mouth, your hand moves to his wrist getting him to loosen his grip on your neck which he does.

Jake trails kisses down your neck, sucking on your collarbone leaving dark purple marks. His hands drop to your top untying it letting it fall to your feet leaving you bare. His eyes fall to where your top once was, you could see them lighten up with lust and need. He quickly pulled down your skirt, thong along with it. He pushes you down onto your knees unbuckling his belt pulling it out of the loops and throwing it to the side.

Your hands go to his waistband in pulling his pants and boxers down, you look up at him taking his dick into your mouth. His head falls back and his hand falls back into your hair making a ponytail. “Fuck y/n..” Jake groans pushing your head down. You look up at him tears in your eyes as he thrusts his hips to your face.

“M’gonna come y/n.” Jake groans leaning his free hand on the wall in front of him. You move your hand to the base of his dick. “Shit baby..”Jake moans

He pulls you up telling you to jump, he grabs your thighs placing you onto the counter. He runs his hands down your hips pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. He lines himself up with your entrance and thrusts into you. You gasp grasping onto his shoulder, nails scratching him leaving red lines. “Oh my gosh..” you moan out head falling back on the mirror. Jake smirks pounding harder into you.

“Jake I’m s’close please.” You whimper squeezing your eyes shut,he pulls out and you snap your eyes open a frown forming on your lips. He pulls you down turning you around pushing you to lean over the sink. He thrust straight into you with no warning, you moan at it his name loudly looking up in the mirror. The ghost face mask has fallen over his face, Jake removes his hand from your hip to take it off. You grab his arm shaking you head aggressively. “Leave it on..” you say in a whisper your voice hoarse.

You feel a familiar knot form in you lower stomach, your hands reach behind you trying to slow down Jake’s movements. He grabs your wrists pinning behind you. “You close? Gonna cum f’me baby?” Jake talks all you can do is moan in response. He takes that as a yes and speeds up.

The knot in your stomach snaps and you break moanly loudly as Hake pulls you so your back is against his chest, your head falls on his shoulder.

[traffydren]

*slams the door*

hi there

I read that you are simp from Law and that you write smut and I said to myself, this is it, I'm going to leave my request

can you please write a smut Law x Femreader (virgin) where Reader is the captain of her crew and they are friends with the heart Pirates

SO she and Law have been playing cat and mouse and are finally once again in a situation where they can take their time without their crews running away from the navy and stuff like that.

And finally they declare their feelings and fuck

~Delicate (Trafalgar Law x Fem! Reader Smut)~

A/N: I loved this idea so much! I spent two days on this, thank you so much for requesting this lovely! I really enjoyed writing this! I hope you love it! <333

Likes and Re-blogs appreciated, DO NOT! Copy my work! Please and thank you!

CW:Smut below! minors DNI! contains: Fluff! Law and Reader dancing around each other, one cuss word? Law eating reader out, gentle loving missionary sex, unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT!), Law being soft and gentle, soft, fluffy aftercare

I based the name of this fic from Taylor Swifts song Delicate!

Word Count: 2k words

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Being a pirate had its ups and downs. She was a pirate captain of her own crew, which can sometimes be a rowdy bunch. But she still cared about her crew like they are family, because to her, her crew is her family. She was friends with another fellow pirate crew. The Heart Pirates, their captain Trafalgar D. Water Law was an interesting man so to say. She felt attracted to the man, he was handsome. But there was a problem, the two everytime the crews met up, they danced around each other like a game of cat and mouse.

Right now was like any other day, it was surprisingly a calming day. The two crews were finally able to fully relax without having to worry about marines all the time wanting to capture them. So it felt nice to finally be able to relax and not stress about it. As per usual she and Law were bouncing around each other. Much to the two captains' crew's annoyance, it was completely obvious that the two were in love with each other. 

Both their crews decided to explore the island leaving her and Law alone on the Polar Tang, she was reading a book sitting down outside on the deck of the submarine like ship, Law was nearby sharpening Kikoku. He was quiet the whole time that he did so, she was starting to get bored. She let out a small sigh, which gained the attention of the said man. He looked up at her, raising his eyebrow at her. She looked at him.

“What?” she asked, looking at the man. He simply shrugged.“Nothing. If you’re that bored, you can always explore the island with the others.” He grunted out in his deep voice. “Nah I’m good. I’m bored, yes. But I would rather spend my time getting to finally enjoy the sun. Instead of always having to worry about the damn marines.” She spoke, as she closed the book she was reading, laying it down on the side. He grunted acknowledging her words without speaking. He was a man of not many words. Even though he always looked grumpy all the time.

She will never say it to his face, that regardless of the fact The Surgeon of Death always looked grumpy, and unapproachable, to her he was a sweet man, who cared about those closest to him. So he wasn’t a heartless man everyone made him out to be. If he was heartless he wouldn’t have saved strawhats life after Marineford.

So the man had a heart, and he cared just that he had different ways to show it. She didn’t even realize that she was still staring at Law, until he cleared his throat which got her attention. He stood up. “I’m gonna make myself something to eat. Do you want anything to eat? I'm sure there's something in the kitchen that you might like.” Law said, turning and looking at her. It made her heart start racing, she nodded. “Yes please, I would like that thanks.” She smiled at him. They headed back inside. Heading to the dining area. 

He went into the kitchen and made the two his favorite food Onigiri. His back was to her as he made the food. After he was done making the Onigiri he walked over to one of the tables she was sitting at, sitting one of the plates in front of her, and sat down with his plate of Onigiri right across from her. “Thanks Law.” She thanked the tattooed man across from her, he gave her a soft nod.

The two ate in silence, this was her second time trying his favorite food,it was really good. It made her heart swell that he was willing to share his favorite foods with her.  Now if only he would share what was on his mind. The look he was giving while focusing on his plate made her shiver from the intensity. She kept sneaking glances at the man, curiosity burning in her whole body. He felt her looking at him, he looked up at her raising his eyebrow in the process. “What? Is there something on my face?” He asked her, there was a piece of rice at the corner of his lip.

“Actually yes there is.” She giggled, before she reached over and softly brushed the rice from the corner of his lip. That made the man blush a little bit. “Thank you.” He thanked the woman sheepishly, she giggled a bit with a shy smile on her face. “Of course Law.” She spoke softly, her face was flushed with a blush also. He looked up at her again. The two held eye contact for what felt like a long time, but was actually only five minutes.

He thought she was beautiful, and he won’t lie he was attracted to the woman across from him, and he was tired of this cat and mouse game the two played, he needed to man up and confess to her. But why was it so hard to do so? The man has plenty of opportunities to do so, like right now is a good time. He let out a sigh “can I admit something to you?” He asked the woman across from him. She looked at him. “Yeah? What is it?” She inquired, confused while looking at him. 

“I… I like you.” He blurted out, making the woman start to blush at his words. She wasn’t stupid she knew what he was doing, he was confessing to her. “I l-like you too L-Law.” She spoke shyly, a blush still adorning her beautiful face. And regardless of the fact the two have already confessed he still was going to be respectful, and ask her one thing.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked her. She blushed even more at his question, but she nodded softly. He stood up walking over to the side of the table she sat at, he bent down to her height. Leaning in softly putting his lips against her own, she kissed him back. They held close together as they continued to kiss. Both were new to this and didn't want to process without making the other feel uncomfortable. They pulled away briefly for air, but quickly went back to kissing. 

Room, Shambles he had shambled the two, to his room on the sub. The two were still kissing, as he laid her down softly on the bed. He pulled away from her lips, looking down at the woman underneath his larger body. Both of their faces are adorned with a blush. His eyes were blown wide with lust and love. But there was one little problem.

She was a virgin…. He saw the scared look on her beautiful face. “Are you okay? We can stop.” He said quickly, looking at the smaller woman worriedly. She shook her head, she didn’t want to stop. “No! No! It's just…I’m a virgin.” She whimpered. His eyes went wide for a bit, but then they went soft. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle, I promise. But if it’s too much, please tell me.” He spoke softly, but also very serious. “Yes Law.” She whispered, causing him to smile softly. He then started to kiss her neck softly. He lifted her shirt up softly, and unclipped her bra. 

He looked at her breasts, she was utterly beautiful. “So beautiful.” He spoke softly, as he leaned down taking one of her nipples into his mouth, starting to suck on it. While he softly pinched and played with the other. She let out a small moan at him giving her chest love. He switched to the other one, putting it into his mouth, to give it the same treatment as well. Her moans were absolutely stunning. He started to kiss downwards, looking at her as he did so. 

He made his way down to her shorts, he looked at her. Silently asking for her permission before continuing. She gave him a small nod of approval, causing him to start gently unbuttoning her shorts, pulling them down along with her underwear. She lifted up her bottom to give him easy access to take the two garments off. After he took said garments off her he threw them somewhere behind him. He took his shirt off, showing off his broad chest. He took his tattooed hands to her thighs, spreading them gently. 

He looked at her glistening slit, he groaned lowly as he looked at her wetness. He leaned down, licking a stripe from her slit all the way to her clit. She let out a small moan at the pleasure she felt. He suddenly dove in, eating her out like a starved man, making sure to give her clit attention. She was letting out small moans as he ate her out. His thumb rubbing her clit softly. He took his other hand and brought it to her wet heat, sticking two of his fingers gently into her, and started to finger her softly. 

She was letting out moans of pleasure into the room, letting him know it was making her feel so good. “L-Law it feels so g-good baby.~” she moaned out, causing the man to groan. As he continued to finger her, he started to suck on her clit gently. She felt something bubbling inside her, which caused her to move around, moaning out loudly. “L-Law I f-feel weird I f-feel something coming!” She moaned out into the air. “Let it out pretty girl, let it out.” He cooed against her clit, as he fingered her a little faster, curling his fingers as he did so. 

She let out a loud shout of his name as she cummed all over the lower part of Law’s face, coating his goatee in her sweet essence, he drank up all that he could groaning from the sweet taste, he pulled away looking into her eyes, as he licked his lips sexily. Which made the woman let out a small whimper, a small blush adorning her cheeks. 

He stood up, starting to unbuckle his belt, and unbuttoning his pants, he had taken his boots off ahead of time. As he started to pull his pants and underwear down, his hard member springing free, hitting his stomach, she looked at it and her face went even more red. He was huge! How was that gonna fit?! It was long, with a thick girth to it. The bright red tip was leaking precum from it.

He got back onto the bed, taking a hold of his member, as he got in between the woman's legs. She looked intimidated by the size. “I’ll be gentle, I promise. Do you trust me?” He asked her softly, she nodded. As she closed her eyes. “No, no. I want you to look at me sweetheart, look at me.” He spoke gently, causing the woman to open her eyes and look into Law’s grey eyes. “That's a good girl.” He cooed softly, as he started to push into her softly. 

Tears started to spring to her eyes at the discomforting stretch, he was holding her close to him, as he kissed the side of her face gently, trying to distract her as he continued to push into her gently. He stopped as soon as he was all the way in, letting her adjust to his size. He remained holding her close the whole time.

“You can move.” She whispered, he started to slowly thrust into her, being as gentle as possible, because of it being her first time. He settled with gentle thrusting, groaning out as he thrusted into her tight, wet heat. “God, your so tight sweetheart, feels so good around me, pretty girl. Taking me so well.” He cooed softly, praising her as he did so. She was moaning out from the pleasure. 

“A little faster, please Law.” She moaned out, he started to speed up with his thrusting, still remaining gentle as he did so, the bed squeaking underneath the two, as he continued his thrusting, his member hitting her sweet spot each time. She dug her fingers into his back as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He loved listening to her sweet moans, like music to his ears.

He brought a hand down to her clit, rubbing it as he continued his movements, the head of his member kissing her cervix with each thrust into her, she let out louder moans cause she felt close again, she dug her nails into his back, as she arched her back, letting out a loud moan of the man's name. He felt her squeeze around him, making him groan out. As he continued to thrust sloppily into her, he was close himself.

He suddenly pulled out, his essence spurted onto her stomach, he let out a groan from it. The room was quiet after that, besides the two currently catching their breaths. He stood up from the bed and picked up a clean rag from his laundry, and cleaned her stomach softly, leaning down and kissing her lips softly, after he finished he threw the rag across the room, not caring about where it landed. He laid down next to the woman, bringing her close to him. Kissing the side of her head softly.

“Are you doing okay?” He asked her softly, she nodded into his chest. Nuzzling more into him and taking in his manly scent, she closed her eyes, exhausted from the events that happened. He smiled, kissing the side of her head again, closing his eyes as well. The two lovebirds fall asleep in each other's embrace. 

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[inez-winchester-cameron]

Outerbanks Masterlist

Rafe Cameron Drabbles (<1k words)

pogue!reader (cw: smut)

sweet!topper'ssister!reader (cw:smut)

onlyfans!couple (cw: smut)

dark!rafe and age gap (cw: smut, abuse)

reader mocking rafe (cw: implied smut, age gap)

rafe x jj'sgf!reader (cw: smut, more tws on post)

rafe x bratty!younger!reader (cw: smut, non-con)

public play (cw: dark!rafe, public smut)

first time giving head (cw: younger!reader, smut)

controlling (cw: fluff)

bestfriend!rafe x virgin!reader (cw: smut)

exile (cw: angst)

our little secret (cw: masturbation)

giving your gum back at a party (cw: nothing really)

his (cw: dark!rafe)

JJ Maybank Drabbles (<1k words)

choking kink (cw: making out/mentions of smut)

sweet talker jj (cw: fluff, implied smut)

acrylics (cw: fluff, smut)

dark!jj x reader (cw: non-con, dub-con)

caught (cw: smut, getting caught)

heyward!reader (cw: impliedish smut, fluff, crack)

shower sex (cw: smut)

comforting jj (cw: implications of smut)

jj teaching you how to ride (cw: smut)

Topper Thornton Drabbles (<1k words)

x bratty!reader (cw: smut)

[thatonegirlonhere]

Over view: You, Bakugo, and kirishima, are roomates and you admit a secret to them during truth or dare

Cw:smut, reader pov, multiple orgasms, threesome, squirting, etc. Etc.

You were sitting in a circle on the carpet of your guys’ shared living room playing a good ol’ fashion game of truth or dare with your roomates katsuki bakugo and eijiro kirishima. It took a lot of convincing to get bakugo to play but you somehow managed. You had gone around asking random questions and giving stupid dares until it started to turn..dirty. The questions became a little more nsfw as you went along. The truth questions started with a simple “who was your first kiss” all the way to the current question that bakugo gave you with a smirk. “How many guys have you slept with?” You blushed not really wanting to say. “Come onnnnnn, you gotta answer, you were the one who wanted to play this game in the first place” kirishima said teasingly. You still hadn’t said anything in embarrassment. “It’s the rules princess” bakugo said grinning. “Fine.. 10- but I havnt had sex in over a year.. I gave up” Bakugo and kirishimas eyes shot wide open. “Damnnnn” bakugo said under his breath “What do you mean..gave up?” Kirishima asked. “Ah ah ah it’s my turn now, you’re gonna have to wait until it’s your turn again to ask that question” I replied smirking and kirishima sighed in defeat.

It was now my turn to ask. “Bakugo truth or dare?” “all the dares have been dumb as hell, truth I guess” I smiled “how many women have you slept with?” Bakugo smirked “27” I shot my hand over my mouth “NO FUCKIN WAY! YOURE SUCH A LITTLE MAN WHORE” he started laughing. “Truth or dare y/n” “fuck.. truth” “why did you ‘give up’?” I sighed. “It was never enjoyable, not a single man was able to make me cum. Not one. No orgasms, no cumming, no nothing” “SERIOUSLY?! 10 MEN AND NOT ONE COULD MAKE YOU CUM?!” “Nope” I said shaking my head. “So I just stopped trying” “I bet we could make you cum” bakugo said smirking. “I doubt it” bakugo and kirishima looked at each other deviously smirking. Not a single man could make me cum and I doubt they could either. “I bet Youve never made a girl cum, if I had the money, I’d bet money that all of the girls you’ve slept with faked all their orgasms” bakugo looked visibly shocked. I looked at kirishima as it was his turn due to us going clockwise rather than the typical ‘whoever got asked, asks next’ rule. “Truth or dare y/n” “UGH WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE ME AGAIN I DONT WANNA ANSWER ANYMORE QUESTIONS, DARE!” I shouted jokingly. “I dare you to let us try to make you cum”. My jaw dropped. I was shocked. No way! No way!! They are my friends! “Absolutely not” I said with a straight face. “Come on princess, a dare is a dare.” I sighed. “Fine. A dare is a dare. But if you can’t make me cum you each owe me a hundred dollars.” “Deal” bakugo and kirishima said in unison. “And if we succeed?” Bakugo asks. “Since I have practically no money, I’ll do the dishes for a month” “that’s fine with me, what about you bakugo?” “Perfectly fine” he says smirking. Bakugo stands up and walks over to me then squats down in front of me. “You ready for this princess?” I gulp. “Just get it over with” he chuckles and leans down kissing me deeply but I don’t kiss back. He pulls away. “Come on, it’s no fun if you don’t try to get into it” I smirk and grab the collar of his shirt pulling his face forward and smashing my lips against his. Kirishimas eyes shoot open as he sits behind me and starts to kiss and suck on my neck almost immediately finding my sweet spot. I accidentally let a slight moan out. Kirishima pulls back. “Found it” and smirks then goes back at it but more rough and I throw my head back breaking the kiss with bakugo “Fuck-“ bakugo chuckles. “This is gonna be easy” I hold up my middle finger biting my lip trying not to moan again. I mentally curse myself at me starting to get wet. “Let’s get this off” kirishima said and bakugo smirked as he pulled my shirt off of me leaving me in just my bra and shorts. I try to cover my chest in embarrassment. “Nah ah ah, a dare is a dare princess, let us do what we gotta’ do” I was still a little hesitant but slowly moved my arms. Bakugo kissed me again and undid my bra with one hand placing the other on my thigh. “This man deadass just undid my bra with one fucking hand without even looking at the clasp…” I thought to myself. He placed a hand on my chest and started massaging one of my breasts.I bit my lip once again trying to suppress a moan. I was holding back until he put his mouth on my nipple licking and sucking gently. “Mm~ fuck” bakugo chuckled at my reaction.

I could feel how soaked I was. Kirishima yanked my hair and my head went back to look at him. He smashed his lips against mine as bakugo continued to suck on my tits. I whimpered into the kiss and I could feel bakugo smirk against my chest. “I think that’s enough foreplay I mean look at her” bakugo and kirishima stopped and looked me up and down. My face was flushed and I was breathing heavy not even realizing that I was rubbing my legs together to try and get some friction. “I think it’s time for these to go” bakugo looked at my shorts. Quickly he pulled my shorts and underwear off at the same time and they both stared down my entire naked body. “Look at her bakubro. She’s soaked!” Kirishima said noticing the juices pooling in between my legs. No man has ever even managed to get me this far. Half of them couldn’t even get me wet let alone make me moan for real. I tried to look away to hide my blush and bakugo reached up and grabbed my face to look at him. “You’re going to watch every bit of what I’m about to do t’you, got it princess?” I whimpered nodding my head. “Kirishima hold her still, she’s about to be shaking like hell in just a moment” bakugo smirked. Kirishima quickly grabbed my arms and held them behind my back with one hand and wrapped the other around my neck. “Just don’t forget to leave some for me” kirishima responded quickly. “Don’t worry, she’s going to be cumming way more than once tonight, you’ll get your chance” “I doubt you could even do it once” I said between heavy breaths. “Mhm, sure, keep denying it princess, you’re the one who’s going to be doing dishes for a month” bakugo quickly retorted before gently pressing down on my clit with his thumb. I moaned immediately. No mad I have slept with has even been able to find the clit. I squeezed my eyes shut as he started moving his thumb in circles. He tapped my cheek with his other hand “did you not hear me when I told you that you’re going to watch?” I forced my eyes open as he switched to two fingers on my clit and moved them quickly and started quietly moaning trying to hold back. I dug my nails into my palm as I was unable to hold onto anything and kirishima squeezed my throat a bit tighter and I let out a now fully audible moan. Kirishima and bakugo both laughed and bakugo switched back to just his thumb rappidly rubbing my clit and slipped two fingers inside curling them to hit my g-spot immediately. “AH FUCK-“ I screamed out. How the hell did this man find it so quickly. None of the men that have fingered me ever reached it. He started pumping his fingers in and out as my hole clenched around nothing. He moved his fingers in and out faster and I squeezed my eyes shut unable to hold back from the pleasure. “Don’t cum yet princess I still gotta finish stretching you out so you can take my cock” how big is this man’s dick that he has to actually prep me.. he slipped a third finger in and my back arched. “Not ah~ Fuck Gonna c-“ I cut myself off with a Loud moan as he pumped and curled is fingers repeatedly. “F-FUCK” “damn bakugo? Is she gonna cum just from your fingers?” Kirishima said laughing. My hips started bucking so he took his hand off my neck and held my hips down. Bakugo aomehow managed to move his fingers in and out even faster. “FUCK AH- T-TOO MUCH” my legs were shaking violently as I screamed. I felt the know building up in my stomach that only builds when I do it myself. I have to hold back. I can’t let myself cum just from his fingers. I cant let him make me cum at all. All of a sudden one of his fingers slipped into my ass and I immediately came. “F- AHH-“ kirishima and bakugo started laughing. “How pathetic, such a little slut, cumming from just my fingers. I didn’t even have to use my mouth.” “I guess I’m- doing dishes- for a month” I said breathing heavy between words. “Oh, did you think we were done?” Kirishima asked condescendingly. I listened nervously at the sound of a belt unbuckling. I looked up and bakugos pants dropped to the floor. I was at a loss of words at how big his dick was. “Do you think it’ll fit?” Kirishima asked

“I’ll make it fit” bakugo said smirking as he picked me up and put me on the couch spreading my legs” I looked at him nervously. There is absolutely no way his dick is going to fit inside. “Bakugo spread my legs and and brushed the tip against my already sensitive clit and I whined. “I’ll go slow okay princess?” I nodded my head hesitantly. Kirishima unbuckled his pants as well palming himself through his boxers. Bakugo pushed the tip in and I cried out in pain. “T-TOO BIG” “I guess you didn’t prep her enough bakubro” “she’ll adjust” bakugo quickly responded and pushed himself in further. I screamed again gripping the couch with tears running down my face hoping that my body would adjust. Bakugo slammed into me bottoming out. “F- AH TOO- BIG-“ I screamed out again. “I’ll wait to move, I’m not all that bad” I layed there in pain until slowly the pain subsided. I nodded my head signaling for him to move. He slowly pulled out then pushed himself back roughly. I tossed my head back and screamed “MM~ FUCK~” “one second bakugo, pull out really quick” Bakugo groaned. “God dammit kirishima you better have a good reason for this” he pulled out and I whined at the emptiness. Kirishima quickly pulled my off the couch and put me on all fours finally pulling out his own dick. Kirishimas wasn’t as girthy but it was longer. “Okay you can put it back in” kirishima said and before I even had a chance to think bakugo slammed into me again bottoming out immediately, I opened my mouth to scream out in pleasure but as soon as my mouth opened, kirishima shoved his dick in gagging me. Kirishima gripped my hair and started face fucking me as bakugo ruthlessly pounded into me. I was moaning and whining on kirishimas dick. “Fun fact- ah- about Bakugo and I-“ I looked up at him with tears running down my face and drool running down my chin. “We can both go multiple round” bakugo finished kirishimas sentence for him. Most men have came not even 2 minutes in and are done.can they seriously keep going?? Bakugo grabbed my hips and moved faster and kirishima matched the same pace. Bakugo shoved and finger in my ass pumping it in and out as he continued to fuck me ruthlessly. My mouth was stuffed, my pussy was stuffed, and my ass was stuffed. “Gotta stretch your ass for shitty hair” bakugo said between grunts as he slipped another finger in and I screamed in pain against kirishimas cock. I’ve never had my ass fucked. I’ve never even tried to do it myself. I never thought I would like it but as the pain subsided I realized I loved it.I immediately came on his dick and The moans I was non-stop releasing sent vibrations through kirishimas dick and he came in my mouth. “Swallow” he said after pulling out and i looked up at him swallowing what I could with the rest dripping down my chin. A few seconds after kirishima came, bakugo came too filling me up with his cum. “MMM~ SO- SO FULL” I screamed out. Bakugo filled out and I could feel the cum drippinng down my legs. Bakugo took two fingers and scooped up the dripping cum and stuffed it back in my aching pussy. “D-done can’t t-take more” “but we aren’t done princess” “just hold on a little longer, we want you to feel something you’ve never ever felt before” kirishima said and I nodded my head whimpering. I looked over and bakugo and kirishima were both hard again. Bakugo got underneath me and kirishima got behind me and in one motion bitch of their cocks were inside me. Kirishimas in my ass and bakugo in my pussy. My eyes shot wide and I let out a sob in pain from the stretch of my ass. “H-HURTS” I managed to scream out. Bakugo laughed and kirishima glared at him. “Let her adjust before we start fucking her brains out, have some respect bro” bakugo laughed again as I writhed in pain just hoping for it to subside i leaned down and placed my head on bakugos shoulder quietly nodding my head that the pain was starting to go away. Kirishima started moving slowly and I winced again before I fully adjusted. Bakugo noticed how I wasn’t in pain anymore and started rapidly fucking me.

Kirishima matched his pace and my vision went blank. All that came out of my mouth was heavy breathing and screaming moans of pleasure. “Fuck bakugo she’s so tight” kirishima said between grunts. “She’s the wettest she’s been the whole time she’s bouta make me cum again.” Bakugo said as he reached up and smacked my ass leaving a hand print. I arched my back. I never thought it was possible to feel this much pleasure. Bakugo and kirishima both came inside me at the same time and I squirted. I’ve never squirted in my entire life. Not even from when I fuck myself. I screamed in pure ecstasy as my eyes practically rolled into the back of my head. Makeup smeared, tears streaming down my face, drool mixed with kirishimas cum running down my chin. As soon as the both pulled out my legs were still shaking and I collapsed right on top of bakugo. He held me and played with my hair. “Good job, you did so well for us princess, I mean look at all the cum that’s pouring out of you and the mess you made” I chuckled a bit. “Looks like-“ I breathe heavy as I try to get the words out “will be doing dishes for the next month”

[lithiumfae]

Scarred And Half A Man, Chapter 2: Amends That Feel Like a Sentence.

word count: 4,7k

cw:smut, masturbation.

also forgot to mention but reader is a ravenclaw lol

The first night he joined her class he did not notice anything different in her demeanor.

She told the students Quirrell was not going to be joining her lessons again, and that Snape was to replace him. He expected the students to voice their discontent with the change and naturally he got the reactions he anticipated. They all groaned in unison, some with expressions more pained than others.

“Nothing will change, don’t fret. It is only a precaution in case an instance like the one in the girl’s bathroom were to happen again,” she walked to where the three Gryffindors were seated on the floor. “So you,” she crouched in front of them and gave them a smile. “Don’t have to play heroes again.”

“Father said it was a foolish thing to do,” said the blonde Slytherin.

“It was brave nonetheless, mister Malfoy,” she stood up and looked at where Severus was standing with his hands clasped behind his back. “Professor Snape will be here so everything stays calm in case something were to happen.”

“Father said Professor Snape is a great duelist! Why are we not learning spells so we can fight too!” Draco complained.

She started walking towards him. “I’m afraid that is education that goes far beyond my expertise,” The boy pouted. “But we can look at the stars, is that not so appealing, mister Malfoy?” It was clearly intended to be a joke and despite Draco’s usual demeanor he subtly smiled. “Yes? And like I said, Professor Snape is fully capable of defeating a troll, or a giant, or a dragon, perhaps even a werewolf,” the kids were now giggling, taking joy in her blatant teasing. “So strong that he is, your professor.”

Okay, so maybe their fight did not mean much to her if she was now complimenting him and calling him strong. If she had been mad it would have made this whole ordeal a lot more awkward than it needed to be. It seemed like it was a lucky day for him.

But years of dealing with liars and manipulators should have warned him about the possibility of her jokes just being a way to lift up the mood of the disappointed students, after all, he imagines having him present in the class that was supposed to be the most relaxing one could make any first-year feel anxious. The class went by incredibly fast, he did not even feel the need to sneak a little nap in between like he had thought of doing before walking up to the astronomy tower. He was so awake and paying such intense attention to her that he noticed whenever Harry Potter would look back to where he was standing against the wall. The kid was sitting right in front of her, Severus thinks the boy might have thought he was staring at him.

He truly did have his mother’s eyes like Dumbledore had mentioned. He chose to ignore the resemblance because even though his eyes were just like Lily’s, the rest of his appearance resembled James’. Instead he did what he knew how to do best, ignore the big thing that was plaguing his mind and he chose to torture himself with a smaller issue.

This being the way her eyes avoided his.

Prior to their argument, whenever they were in the same room she would always try to look him in the eye. Without lying, this spooked him. Because she did it even when they were not talking to each other, she would be having a conversation with Sprout but looking at him all the way across the room. She reminded him of an owl, with the big intimidating eyes. Not intimidating because they were threatening, but because they looked full of wonder, almost as if she was waiting to ask you a question you did not wish to answer.

She made a point to acknowledge his presence.

Now this was not the case.

After class ended and prefects had taken the students back to their dormitories and they were left alone. Immediately she went to put all her books and her other supplies back into her leather knapsack. Her head was down and her hair was covering half her face. Severus waited for her at the entrance so they could walk down together, his day would end when they were all in their respective chambers.

She was taking her sweet time while also managing to look tense at the same time so he walked a little closer to her desk.

He cleared his throat before speaking. “You see, all went well,” she cleared her throat back, making him think she was about to reply but no words left her mouth so he chose to talk again. “My help was not need–“

“You called me a whore,” she interrupted him.

He was left gagging. “I did not use such a word.”

“You might as well have. For you to imply I enjoy spending time alone in Professor Quirrell’s office it can only mean you think of me in that way,” when she looked up at him her eyes were filled with unshed tears once again, reminiscing of their last interaction.

“And for that I apologize, it was never my intention.”

“Your words sound rehearsed and not sincere at all,” she said in a tearful voice.

Severus furrowed his eyebrows, she was not being reasonable at all. It was very often he said hurtful things to people yet they rarely cried, twice at that. “I truly am sorry, Professor. I got carried away,” he paused for a second. “But I must say I doubt it was the first time a man talked to you like that, so sorry again if what I said hurt you. It was remarkably unprofessional on my part.”

“What do you mean by that?” She asked.

“I’m trying to explain to you why at first I did not think an apology was needed. I was wrong.”

She scoffed before wiping her eyes with one of her knuckles. “You are a scary man Severus you can hardly blame me for reacting like this,” she flipped her hair off her shoulder before fixing her knapsack strap. “Oh and I’ll have you know that being called a whore does not get easier the more it happens. I expected you to be more sensible, it seems I was mistaken for thinking you were different than most.”

Dumbfounded by the unexpected continuation of the conversation they had prior to this, Severus simply stood in place with his mouth slightly open as she started walking towards the big door. “I– what–,” he hurried to trail after her. “I am different than most,” he said, sounding like a teenager desperate to be seen as unique. “I am not like those other men you’ve met, I can assure you it won’t happen again.”

She stopped walking and turned to him. “And what kind of man are you, Severus?”

“Well I… do not make habit of calling women names, and I am professional enough to avoid having conflicts with my coworkers,” He was not exactly sure why he was stuttering trying to defend his character. “I must ask you to understand me, the women around me are nothing like you. They wouldn’t have asked for someone to supervise their classes.”

“And now you’re saying I’m not as good as the other professors! You–” she sniffed once. “Well I’m so incredibly sorry for being scared of a bloody troll attacking me while I’m looking at the stars!” She adjusted the strap of her bag again and shook her head before continuing. “I was so relieved Quirrell was replaced with you because you were the one man I trusted not to make it weird once we were left alone in the same room. But coming to think of it, maybe Professor Quirrell and his weird habit of poking me with his quill would have been better than to have you be so hostile to me.”

“I’m not hostile.”

“Are you not? Then tell me what else could I call your knack for glaring at me at any given chance, or how you laugh to yourself whenever I say something not at all amusing.”

If he was quite honest he was not expecting her to be this confrontational. “Then I ask you, what kind of man did you think I was?”

“I thought you quiet, as if your mind were filled with loud thoughts. I found you fascinating.”

“With all due respect, I am not to blame if my true self broke whatever fantasy you had of me,” The entire conversation threatened to turn his brain inside out, it was harrowing for a reason he could not pinpoint. “Like I said last time I advise you to avoid paying attention to me, that way your little head won’t be deceived by baseless assumptions.”

“Very well!”

“Very well,” he repeated menacingly. “But I want you to remember I did try to apologize.”

“If you call that an apology then I feel bad for the other women in your life. Do you use female tears to brew your potions?”

Vixen.

“Whatever I choose to do with other women is nothing you should worry about… well, you do think about me often enough that I’m sure your mind will provide vivid imaginations to quiet your questions. If you’ll excuse me,” he spat before turning around and walking, almost flying, to his chambers.

Right before he turned around a corner she yelled, “I rather spend a week with Filch and his bloody cat than to breathe near you ever again!”

So much for an apology, he thought.

By the time he got to his room his robes were making his skin itch so he practically tore them off of him. He thought, “that’s what I get for trying to apologize,” Dumbledore‘s disapproving expression last time they had talked was what finally pushed him to step on the twig. He supposes you cannot be a worthy leader if your face alone is not capable of making people do things, in this opportunity it was to make Severus feel guilty.

He went to lay down on his bed, he felt like he was about to have a heart attack.

How pathetic it was of him to be so short of breath because for once he had not won an argument. His skin felt itchy, and he also felt hot all over. For a moment he thought he was actually dying or something of the sort, his legs felt weak, his hands numb.

However, even if he kept his interactions with the female gender as scarce as he could, he was not clueless. He knew very well that what he was feeling in that very moment had little to do with anger and annoyance.

He knew his body was betraying him. There was no other explanation as to why he felt the exact same way he remembered feeling back when he was a foolish teenager who got excited after that older Hufflepuff girl stroked his hair once. He was being utterly pathetic.

He was aware his brain was his best asset. The one thing he focused on training. He had never regretted not paying more attention to his body as he did at that moment, for it was acting on its own accord. Leave it to his body to feel aroused after having an argument with the one attractive woman he knew.

Was it adrenaline? Because he had read about how after surviving dangerous situations, some peoples circulatory systems acted up out of nowhere. After all she could be quite scary when the smile had been wiped off her face.

It would have been so much easier if her face were not so alluring. Because Severus was anything but blind.

His dexterity had more to do with his immunity to people's tricks, but he would be foolish to deprive himself of appreciating someone’s beauty. Honestly, that was all there was to her. He thought of her as a pretty shell lacking of a pearl on the inside.

He had long given up on denying her appeal, although he had never expected himself to take after the silly man that trailed after her because of her appearance. He was better than them in every aspect.

But clearly enough, even if his intelligence excelled those of the most noble men, he was only a man at the end of the day.

She was nothing like those aristocratic wives he got to see a couple times a year, no, to him she was a childish woman who seemed to have been raised by parents made out of cotton. With the way she so foolishly treated everyone as if they were dear to her. He supposes her personality could also be seen reflected on her overall appearance, she looked naïve. Why were her cheeks permanently rosey? She looked agitated all day long. She was not overly slim and her limbs were not long and elegant like those of McGonagall for example. She did not possess the finesse Narcissa Malfoy did.

The more he thought about her the more he realized she left a lot to desire if she wished to be called a woman.

But sincerely, who was he trying to fool when even though he barely saw her as a woman, he was still laying on his bed with a prominent erection in his pants. It was as if he was trying to convince an audience when he was the only one in that room. The shame was so great he battled his thoughts for a couple minutes.

He was aroused, that much was clear.

Carnal needs were not something he was much to acquainted with, but even someone like him knew a night of rest would not come easily if he chose to ignore the problem. It was safe to say that he was very much a novice of masturbation. To him it always felt degrading, but when the time came he knew he had to get on with it.

With his cheeks burning as if he were standing right above a boiling cauldron, he sat up and moved to the edge of his bed. Removing all his clothes made it all seem more real than his brain would like it to be, so he chose to pull down his trousers along with his undergarments. It had been so long since he succumbed to the last resort that masturbation was, that he hesitated a few seconds before he placed his hand around his penis. At first his hand felt like that of a stranger, because of course, it was now that his brain decided to try to detach itself from the situation. But it was far too late.

Shaking his head as if to clear it up, he squeezed. His loud moan echoing in the room and going back to his ears, this made him feel humiliated. But he had to keep going. Noticing the way the touch of his hand against his skin was too dry, he took his hand near his mouth and licked his palm. Quickly returning to what it was doing prior. His thin bony fingers making a sound that was nothing but torture to Severus’ ears, what he was doing at that moment was a confirmation about what she had told him.

He was in fact, like those other men. Because here he was, masturbating after having a conversation with her. And of course, how could he not make up an image of her in his brain while he was working himself up.

In the hazy fantasy that bedeviled his mind, she had a wild look on her face. Her eyebrows furrowed the same way they had been when they were fighting, her cheeks even more cherry than usual. All in all she painted a perfect picture of what one would describe as anger and frustration. Because oh, his weak state of mind at the moment let him entertain the idea of finding her attractive when she looked displeased by him. There was something so inherently arousing about a normally sweet woman that went feral over a stupid man.

He never thought himself to be someone with a liking for degradation of any sort, that had not changed now even though his hand was quickly going up and back down on his cock. But Merlin, imagining her being angry at him more often sure did wonders for his otherwise dead libido.

By now, the hand he was not using was supporting his body as it leaned back a little, his head thrown back in place. He opened his legs wider because he felt like he was about to fall to the ground even though he was sitting on his bed. Being inexperienced when it came to self pleasure, he did not know what he wanted. He was not sure if he wanted it fast and to hurt a little, or if he wanted to drag it out. So he tried both.

He started by borderline abusing his cock, he went up and down and in a matter of seconds his skin turned a little red due to the friction.

“Fuck,” he whimpered pathetically. His voice going an octave higher, making him sound like a whiny and desperate man. Nothing like the way he presented himself.

When the pleasure started to gloss his eyes over he let himself indulge in his fantasies. He promised himself it would be the last time he let that happen.

He noticed the way her hands were always manicured. It would be a sight to have one of them wrapped around him. She would not be talkative, he thought she was the type to get straight to it. The only voice filling up the room would be his.

“That okay?” She would ask.

At that mental image he moaned even louder. He squeezed the base of his cock because he felt on edge, the pain made him come back to reality. That reality being himself sitting on his bed, with his clothes all pulled in funny ways so he could have access to his penis, his knees almost touching because of how good he was feeling. His entire body curled into itself.

He thought retaking the position he was in before that was the smartest decision. So he went back to supporting his weight on one of his arms, his neck relaxing again.

His wet hand started stroking himself again. The squelching noise being amplified by the fact that his eyes were closed, giving his ears more to focus on. By this point he felt like his body did not know how to react to all the sensations he was not used to. The utter ignorance made him end up tightening his fist around the head and thrust his hips upwards. And good Merlin, did that do it for him.

He went at it for a few very short minutes before he was involuntary standing up, still fucking his fist.

He thought he must have looked like a madman, all alone in his room, groaning like a rabid dog and fucking his hand. Doing all that while standing on his legs and looking at the ceiling.

It was not long before he came all over the carpet at the end of his bed.

The shame being entirely too much for him so he decided to ignore the stain for now, getting rid of it would be a task for the Severus of tomorrow.

He did not have more than a few months to feel bad about what he did. And yes, months is a short time for Severus, considering the fact he was the type to beat himself up for years. That being said, his wallowing was cut short abruptly because of Harry Potter.

Yes.

If Severus was the type to drown in self pity, Harry Potter was the type to have a teacher try to kill him even though he was barely eleven.

Sometimes he wondered if having the Harry Potter at Hogwarts was putting the rest of the students in danger. Never in the history of the school had a teacher carried a dark wizard on the back of his head. It was mental.

The fidgety man managed to fool almost everyone, including the Gryffindor trio who would go out of their way to make students shut their mouths whenever Quirrell stuttered and laughter filled the classroom. But a man experienced with deception such as Severus could not be outwitted. Bloody Quirrell had been scheming the entire time just as Severus had suspected. His injured leg could not have been enough proof to tell the rest of the school staff but it had been enough for Dumbledore to believe him. So to say the revelation came as a surprise to everyone would have been a lie.

Harry Potter had survived yet again thanks to Lily’s sacrifice. As it seemed the Dark Lord stood no chance against the love of a mother. And because Severus was a selfish man, he found a way to make it about himself. He thought Lily always accomplished her task of reminding him just how deep of a mark she had left in him, even after all these years. Previous to this ordeal the only woman in his mine was the other professor. He was occupied avoiding her while also thinking about her face all the hours he spent awake. She was honestly poisoning him. But now looking at Harry’s eyes all he could think about was the obsolete possibility of him ever moving on. After all, Lily's child depended on him now. Those big bright eyes looking up at him as he stood next to the burnt body of his professor made him feel guilty for ever thinking about other women.

Women were a distraction. He supposes everything is a distraction when the life of a child depends on you entirely, because to him Dumbledore’s words were nothing but null promises to make himself sound like a martyr. At the end of the day Harry Potter was going to be his responsibility for the next six years

After all was done Dumbledore took Harry and his friends to his office where McGonagall was already waiting, next to her was sitting the very woman tormenting his thoughts. The small Weasley child started wailing as soon as the woman gave him a little sad smile, apparently her face alone acted as some sort of switch for tears as the other two brats threatened to drown everyone in the room with the tears rolling down their cheeks. A sea of tears, quite literally. The student next to his friends was putting on a tough guy façade, he didn’t join the hug she was offering. It was honestly a sorry sight, it was enough to move Severus and his ice cold heart so he turned around as if it was also his responsibility to avoid hurting Harry Potter’s ego.

So that is how he chose to spend the next hour or so, filling a space in the room with the other teachers who were also not the best at comforting scared children. Ronald Weasley cried until his eyes resembled potatoes.

“Oh but Harry was so brave, wasn’t he?” She said, letting the question hang in the air as she had not asked that to anyone in particular. She only meant to comfort the boy in a way that did not require physical contact.

Harry simply nodded, sniffing before replying. “I did not give him the stone,” he said.

“So I heard Harry. What a brave boy you are.” Ronald’s yawn interrupted her before she could continue.

Dumbledore clasped his hands as he moved to stand up, “ I believe it is time you three go to the dormitories, Merlin knows Harry needs it.”

“I’m quite alright sir,” he said eyeing his sleepy friend that had yet to let go of the other professor.

She shook her head and gently touched the ginger boy’s head. “It’s for the best you all go,” she looked at Severus. “Could you walk them to their common room?”

Dumbfounded by her voice being directed at him, all he did was nod. “Let us go then, children.”

“Ah! C-could you go with us, Miss?” Granger nervous voice reach his ears. “It’s, umm… Girl stuff…” she trailed. It was so clearly a lie to everyone in the office but they all pretended to be none the wiser

The children feared him.

“Oh yes. I’ll go too so we can talk.”

They made their way to the Dormitories remarkably fast. The Weasley boy trailing after Harry and flinching at any shadow his eyes saw, while Harry and Granger walked close to the woman.

When they reached the Gryffindor door Harry turned around before going in and looked at her. “Were you a Gryffindor too?” His big light eyes looked at her in wonder.

“No, I’m a Ravenclaw. I’m all brains no bravery I’m afraid, nothing like you three.” The fourth of them giggled. “So thank you Harry, thank you for keeping us safe.”

The boy let out a silly giggle that served to remind Severus just how young he truly was, he found him quite annoying most days so it was easy for him to forget Harry Potter was an eleven year old. “Always Miss.”

“Now, inside you go come on,” she ushered them in. She turned to look at Granger and cocked her head. “Or did you still want to talk Hermione?”

“No. I must have forgotten.” She said with a tinkle in her brown eyes, the same thing Severus could see in the woman’s eyes. They seemed to be sharing a joke only the two of them could understand.

“Alright then, have a good night.”

The trio voiced their goodbyes and disappeared. As soon as they were out of their sight, she looked at him and said, “How do you do it?”

“Do what exactly?”

“Lie to them, I mean,” quickly realizing her words had come off as an attack, she rushed to say, “I meant, how do you lie to Harry Potter. How do you make him feel safe when you know he’s clearly not.”

“Well I’m not sure yet, this is the first Harry Potter I meet.” She shook her head while looking at the floor to hide the smile his lame attempt at a joke had caused.

She sighed. “It’s not fair, this poor child has so much coming his way. He’s just a boy.”

Severus simply made a noise in agreement. “In this world most situations are not fair.”

“I suppose you’re right,” she lifted her hand to fix the hair framing her face. Her skin looked dull, unlike her every day self. He though that if she took everything that happened to students so serious she was bound to burn out soon enough. “How have you been Severus, it feels like I only ever see the back of your head.”

“Must I remind you we see each other every Wednesday.”

“But even then we don’t talk, do we?”

Was she really attempting to rekindle ON they spent months acting like the other one did not exist. How dare she try to, in her own way, apologize when he was the one that made her cry. “Don’t go there.”

“I just feel like engaging in petty fights is overkill when the school could take one of us out any day.”

“Not very optimistic are you?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about.”

She looked at him through her curled lashes for a few seconds too long before reaching out with her hand to pat him on the head as if he was a bloody dog in need of affection. She smiled before opening her mouth again, “We must be at least in good terms in case something bad happens. I would not enjoy asking for help if we are on that terms, you’ll find I’d rather die than ask for saving if I don’t like someone.”

“Very well then.”

And because Severus was not used to blushing he made a quick exit to go back to his chambers so he could drink a feel-well potion as he was clearly coming down with something given the heat on his face.

She had really petted him at two in the morning.

[courtofthrones]

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x reader

Summary:What happens when two people who are the opposite ends of a thread of fate try to get the other end of the thread to burn knowing they would burn too. Because he was the throne but she will see the throne burn.

CW:Smut

A/N: This is my first time writing smut so don't hate me if it's bad. feedback is appreciated. Reblogs too. Enjoy reading.

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Stage III: TWO CLOAKS AND A DAGGER.

Eris greeted you with a kiss to your hand but this time all you felt was disgust and pure rage. "Let us take to the floor my lady." Before you could protest your eyes met with Beron Vanserra and you knew of his cruelty.Not wanting to put it to test from your earlier outburst you accepted your fate and let yourself be dragged to the space that had been cleared for your dance with the prince.

A smirk danced on Eris' lips but you couldn't help but notice the indifference in his countenance. He did not want this marriage. He did not even want to breathe the same air as you, so why go along with this farce and make both of you miserable. And it made you hate him even more, with every corner of your heart.

"You seem very happy with this engagement princess." he sarcastically exclaimed as the song drew you both closer to each other.

"I am not a princess."

"Not yet" he teased as he bent himself to whisper on the skin of your neck.

You wanted to bite back but your eyes locked on to your parents faces and the words died in your throat at your father's stern eyes as if telling you to not blow this up but it was your mother's teary face that made you return your eyes to Eris. But you couldn't bring yourself to look at him so you settled on looking at his auburn hair.

Best behaviour.

"Are you so intimidated by my beauty that you cannot even bring yourself to look into my eyes?"

Mother help you.

"Forgive me, your grace. Your repulsive nature that is truly reflected in your eyes flusters me too much." was your reply as you spun in a circle.You let yourself feel a sliver of glee at insulting the crown.

Eris though shocked, let out a chuckle. The sound honey-dipped but you knew better than to believe in that sweet poison.

"You are bold I take it. Though I suppose it is necessary to reach the heights you have managed to reach despite a traitor's filthy blood running through your veins, princess." His words were like a dull knife on skin trying to cut through flesh.Painful enough for you to wish your flesh to be cut and done with.But the image of your mother's tears stopped you from choking the life out of him.

Best behaviour. You will be at your best behaviour.

"My brother's name was Elias. Elias Tarsa"

You met his eyes and held your chin up, all the lessons from your priestess coming into effect.

" All right but riddle me this princess.How did your ruinous family manage to arrange an engagement as beneficial as this for you ?" He pulled you flush against his chest as the music neared it's climax.

"You might find it difficult to believe but I despise this engagement with my whole heart and I am as clueless as you about the intricacies of this matter, your grace."

He peered at you as if you trying to solve the puzzle that was you.You don't know what conclusion he reached but it couldn't be in your favour as you watched his eyes harden.

The music stopped and you could feel every single fae's eyes on you as they waited to see if you would crumble under their stare.

"Well then I can't wait to explore our mutual disgust for this doomed relationship for the rest of our married life my lady."

He bowed his head as you both curtsied in your place. Then he did the unexpected as he bent his head down to place a searing kiss on your head. A sign of devotion and affection. But you knew for what it was - a promise of pain.

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As soon as you reached your family estate you ran upstairs despite your parents' calls of your name.

You couldn't get out of this suffocating dress any faster. Ripping your jewels from your neck you got into a comfortable shirt and pants. Grabbing a cloak you climbed down your window and ran towards the stable. In the dark autumn night you rode your horse away from the High lands and all your problems for a night.

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As you walked down the cobblestone path your breath came out in puffs of cold air. You could hear the boisterous laughter coming from Mell's tavern before you even entered the alley it resided in. Drawing the hood of your thick cloak further over your head to cover your face, you push open the door with a sharp sound from its rickety hinges. Inside the tavern the pungent smell of fae wine and vomit wafted into your nose and almost gave you a whiplash. Though you suppose the warmth from the burning fireplace was a good change from the rather chill night.

You walked to a table in a dark corner, not wanting rumours of you in a common tavern to float the grapevines of the court and creating further shame for your parents. As you sat down and listened to the musician playing "Bones for those who don't grow old" a folk song passed down generations in your lands, you couldn't help but let your thoughts run wild about your impending nuptials. But before you could immerse yourself in your musings a cup of wine was put in front of you with a thud.

"I didn't expect to see you here tonight y/n."

As you looked up your eyes met Mell's face, lined with the result of years of hardwork.

"Well I can't blame you because I too didn't expect to see myself here tonight" was all you could bring yourself to say in reply.

"Is something wrong?" came her worried query.

Mell was a sweet old lady. She and her husband Briar were mates and had owned this tavern for the last 500 years.You and your brother always had your dinner here after your little horse riding contests at the end of the week and you were always welcomed by the couple despite knowing your true identities. It had been your little secret from your parents and overly strict priestesses who took great pleasure in beating you into becoming the proper submissive member of the court.

When Elias died you couldn't even bring yourself to step foot at Mell's for years. But you couldn't keep yourself away for long because they had always been one of the few people who truly cared for you.

"Even I don't know Mell if something is wrong so this is something I must work by myself" was all you could say.

"You know you are always welcome y/n"

"I know" and you smiled your first genuine smile of the night.

"Well then I hope the wine is of help to you and I will bring your food right out as you talk with Myhir"

"I am not meeting him tonight Mell"

"If you are not meeting him sweet y/n then why is he coming towards you with that stupid smile on his face" came Mell's cheeky reply.

The tavern sounded as if it would collapse from how loud the jeers and the buoyant hollers of the drunk fae were but you couldn't care less.

Myhir walked gracefully between the tables with a cloak covering him but being between all these drunk males who wouldn't remember a thing about the night gave him the confidence to pull his hood down to reveal his charming smile to the dim light of the room.

Myhir with his dark hair and black eyes was beautiful in a way that made even faes who were known for their beauty turn their heads to have a glimpse of him.

"Hey! I couldn't find you at the esta- " but he cut his words short as he saw the look on your face.

"What's wrong my love?"he muttered with a serious tone.

Time has never been kind to you both and his worried face only brought tears to your eyes.

"I am betrothed" you managed to get out of your throat. If your words hurt him he did not show it but the smile on his face did disappear into the night.

"That much was expected, given your status in life. But I can't say I am not upset about it."

"Myhir I am promised to Eris Vanserra" you said with tears of anger and helplessness welling up in your eyes.

After Elias' death Myhir had been your rock in an endless ocean of despair. You both had found each other broken to pieces and soaked to the bone in pain that would put the world to shame. You had helped each other rise from the ashes despite the pain from your own burn scars and thus falling for him had come as natural as breathing to you.

"Do you want to leave y/n?"

"Yes that shall be for the best"

He grabbed your hand in his rough ones and said goodbye to Mell and Briar before opening the door into the cold night.

Darkness had embraced the sky long ago. The stars twinkled reminding everyone about the might of the cauldron.As Myhir began readying his horse you looked around yourself. The Autumn Court was breathtaking during the day with its crimson leaves bathing the lands in eternal beauty but not many people appreciated it for the beauty it was at night. Soft glowing lanterns from houses illuminated the streets leading down to the Red forest. It was truly a glimpse of happiness in your otherwise miserable situation.

Myhir's hand found your hips automatically as he hoisted you atop his horse before getting on himself. He grabbed the reins of the horse before riding into the night.

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After riding deep into the Red forest you both found yourselves at the molten lake.The banks of the lake had always been your and Myhir's getaway place as you both took a break from your mother and he from his duties as your father's trusted advisor. The lake glittered under the stars, looking like liquid fire but it had always felt cool to touch.

"Are you okay love?"queried Myhir but you were unresponsive.

"I don't know how this arrangement didn't come to my knowledge but your father must have really wanted this if he kept it under wraps."

Still no response.

"Do you want to talk about it y/n?"

"No I want my mind to forget about it and talk about anything but that "

"Oh then, I uh I was looking for you at the estate because I wanted to give this to you. " Myhir went to fished something out from his bag on the horse before returning to sit by you near the lake.

In his hand was a beautiful dagger with a red stone embedded on its hilt.

"Steel from the night court" you whispered in disbelief at the mark of a star etched on the dagger. The sharpest of weapons in all of Pyrthian maybe even in the world.

"When Niyam travelled to the night court I asked him to purchase it for you on my behalf " he said handing it over to you.

"Oh god Niyam. We have to tell the others about the engagement"

"Forget about that for now. I can tell them on your behalf if it is difficult for you, love"

"No this is something I must face myself but thank you dearest for this"

" I want you to accept it as a token of love from me and as cruel as the time is, it would give my heart some peace if you had something to protect yourself with at all times.It is not as grand as your other swords but-"

But you put an end to his ramblings with a "Nonsense, I shall cherish this with my life."

He smiled at me as if you had gifted him all the wonders of the mother. And you couldn't help yourself from asking "I wonder if you would ever take me for all I have to offer Myhir."

He was stunned and his whole body went as still as the undisturbed waters of the lake.

"F ..forget it I don't know what came over me."

But you couldn't finish your next words as Myhir kissed your lips shut. His hands cupped your face as he pulled you flush against his chest. His minty scent and a hint of sweat flooded all your senses and all you could think of was him and only him as heat coiled in your stomach. He kissed like a man starved.

Needy and fervid.

He gasped his swollen lips from your incessant kisses, "Do you truly want this? Because I don't think I would be able to hold myself back if we go further"

"Then don't for I am all yours" you whispered on his lips.

You kissed some more until all your doubts turned to ashes. He eagerly wrestled you out of your clothes before getting himself bare.

Laying you down on the damp wood, he pressed hot kisses down to your chest. He was breathless by the time he came up to your lips for another kiss and hovered over you before placing himself where you could feel your ceaseless throbing and wetness.

A silent cry escaped you as he breached your walls and held you as close as possible. He left no part untouched as he worshipped your body.

You cared for nothing else in the world as pleasured cries escaped your lips in response to Myhir's thrusts.You could only moan his name like a prayer to keep yourself sane from the onslaught of pleasure and embraced him as though he was your last lifeline.

As your mind clouded with lust and endless pleasure was the only feeling in your, you reached your pinnacle as Myhir finished inside you. You felt like you were on top of the world.

Powerful.

So under the moonlight two lovers embraced each other because in some corner of their heart they knew time would tear them apart at the first chance it got.

Part 4

[theorphicangel]

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[love-domme]

Do u like femboys (⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)

Hi! I’ve answered this question before, here’s the link:

https://www.tumblr.com/love-domme/744896591659433984/do-you-like-femboys

HOWEVER, I’ll use this post to talk about another fantasy I’ve had regarding femboys. The idea is: publicly teasing my sub while he’s wearing a skirt and seeing it rise silently because the material does little to hide how turned on he is. Then finding a semi-secluded place and fucking him so hard he can’t hide his whimpers and moans but has to or else we’d get caught. Ends with him getting cum all over his skirt and us going home so I can fix his make up and fuck him again.

I wrote a fanfic based on this scenario a while ago, I’ll attach it in case you’re interested :)

Think I got a little carried away with this ask but I always love talking about femboys so thanks for the question!

Have a great day!

[druidwolf21]

Just saw your Lion el Jonson or Sanguinius question and I say just do which ever ones that make you happy.

Also may I request a Twin Sibling Blank/Pariah Reader x Konrad Curze smut or Sandwiched Lorgar x Reader x Mortarion smut, please. The first one can be about after finally bringing peace to Nostramo the two think it's time celebrate by having their first time together and for the second one both Lorgar and Mortarion having been secretly going to therapy sessions with our reader and somehow the both of them find out they are seeing the same therapist and so both wish to be in a relationship together while sharing reader.

Thanks Anon! It's always nice to have a bit of support when you're writing!

And thanks so much for the request!

I would absolutely love to write this for you!

It's probably not what you had in mind, but I still hope you enjoy it

Lorgar/mortarion/therapist (kinda) reader

CW:smut!

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Your eyes raised from your work as you heard the door to the office open and close with a quiet click. Laying your cleaning rag aside, you rose to your feet and peered over the desk cautiously, eyes softening as you saw who had entered.

"my lord Aurelian, you gave me a scare, I'm sorry I didn't know you would need this room, I'll finish up and be on my way"

The primarchs stood before you, resplendent in robes of word bearers heraldry, intricate amber threads of holy scripture woven into the flowing silken gambeson. His hard eyes softened as they found your small figure and he wove his way around towards you, seating his large frame on a chaise lounge as he followed your movement with a lilac stare. He patted the cushion next to him and gestured his head.

"actually, I was hoping to find you. join me?" He questioned softly.

You threw a soft smile towards your lord as you perched in the edge of the seat. It was not uncommon for the colchisian to seek out your company and ear. He had found you to be a quiet listener and a sound advisor on matter or a more personal nature. He spent a lot of your time together relaying his childhood on colchis, the abuse at the hands of its priests, and the fervent beliefs that carried him through dark nights. In turn, you provided words of comfort and perspective he had not found anywhere else, easing the burdens on his mind as he listened to your soothing tones.

"of course, my lord, I am at your disposal"

He fidgeted slightly as you sat, his large fingers intertwined together before separating and fiddling with a loose thread on his tunic.

"I have a question I would ask of you, though I beg your answer be of your own thoughts and not one of duty"

Your frowned slightly, brows furrowed as you opened your mouth to speak, before the sound of the door opening again drew your attention.

The soft swishing of robes and the scuffing of boots heralded the arrival of another.

Mortarion, primarch of the death guard cast a long shadow across the room as he glared at you seated beside his brother. His ashen skin almost lucent in the dark light of the study.

"Lorgar" he growled, eyeing the priest suspiciously as he stalked slowly towards the edge of the seat, sea green robes sweeping the floor as positioning himself behind you like a jealous guard dog. "I need this serf, I will return her to you later, should you need her"

Lorgar shook his head, not moving from his seat as he eyed his sibling with equal distrust. "Alas, brother, I have a need of her also." He leaned forward slightly, threading his fingers into a peak. "She has provided comfort to me and I am in need of her perspective"

Mortarion eyebrows shot up towards his brow as he heard his brother's words. "Perspective from a baseline Lorgar? How you have lowered yourself" he sneered, leaning forward, unwilling to admit he has come for the exact same reason.

Lorgar's burnished skin flushed with rage as he purses his lips, biting back a snide he response, he quirked a brow quizzically a the shrouded giant.

"and pray, mighty death guard, what do you seek out the little serf for?"

You raised your hands at the lords, placating their rage with gentle movements as the air between them seemed the crackle with tension.

"my lord please! Do not allow me to be the cause of a petty squabble, I am duty bound to aid however I can, please, I beg you, let us discuss this sensibly! My ear is not so limited I cannot listen to you both"

"but, my lady, I do not just want your ear"

You blinked slowly as Lorgar's hand stroked your thigh, his touch sending goosebumps across your body. You eyes trailed from his grip to meet his face, his eyes dark as he lent down towards you and gently brushed your lips with his own as his other hand slid up your neck to your chin, holding your head up as he pressed into you. You felt yourself go limp in his touch and sighed into his kiss, your own hand moving to cup his cheek as he depends the touch, running his tongue along your lip and humming as you parted them allowing him to taste you.

Your thumb ran across the intricate tattoos on his face as you sucked his tongue, earning a groan from the man and a tight squeeze of your leg at your action. You pulled away from him and smirked slightly, relishing in the way his eyes fluttered open and his lips parted in a pant as you withdrew. Your gaze trailed across his skin, almost bronze under the harsh light and flushed from your touch. His eyes, violet and bright as amethyst, bore into your own as he blinked at you slowly before casting his sight to something behind you. You barely registered a lithe hand grasping your chin before your head was turned and another set of lips smashed forcefully against your own, cold fingers firmly gripping your jaw as his mouth worked against yours. The touch was rough in comparison and you gasped as the new hands roughly handled you, twisting in your hair and tangling in your clothes. Your head was roughly pulled back as mortarion' s burning stare devoured you.

You lent back against the leather sofa, looking between the two men breathlessly.

"my lord, I really don't think this is appropriate, a serf is not... Respectable for a primarch" you finally sighed as you ran your hands through your hair.

Lorgar looked away and rose from his seat, palming his hand across the crown of his head as he spun away from you. The gold ink of his tattoos reflected faintly as he paced backwards and forwards in front of you. Mortarion watched him as he moved before turning his amber gaze back to you, a small grimace creasing his lips.

"I don't care" he hissed. Reaching over he gripped your ankles, sliding you down to sofa length ways with a squeal, your head resting on the arm rest as his large hands moved from your calves upwards, pausing before flipping the fabric of your skirt over your stomach. The pale skin of his face flushed as his eyes wandered from your face, down to your panties, lingering on the dark wet patch discoloring the crotch of the lacy material. He sneered as he ran a finger along the slick material, earning a shuddering gasp from you. "You seem to be enjoying this a lot for something that isn't appropriate" he glanced back to the hulking figure who had stopped wondering to watch your interaction unfold.

"I'm willing to share, but if you're too proper to engage in such things, all the more for me" he ran his tongue along his dry lips and continued to press into your soaked clothed cored with a long callused finger, soaking up the sweet noises you made as he pulled the lace off you and lazily rubbed a circle into your flesh.

Lorgar watched hungrily as mortarion's head dipped between your thighs, he saw the way your body shuddered and your chest heaved as the primarch lapped at your cunt, heard the moans and heavy breaths. Your hands tangled in long hair and pushed mortarion's head down as your hips rise to meet his lips.

Lorgar moved his hand down to his crotch, palming his heavy erection through the material as he watched you squirm, lilac eye almost black from his blow pupils, dilated in arousal. He felt something inside him snap and muttering prayers to the emperor and holy terra he stormed forward, towards the end of the sofa where your head rested.

You looked up through heavy lidded, meeting the starved stare of the urizen before his soft hands gently guided your head backward, bending your neck over the armrest before fumbling with his trousers. You gasp as he released his throbbing cock, the thick member bouncing against his stomach as he pulled it free. He took the base of his shaft in one hand, guiding it into your open mouth and stroking your cheek with his other, muttering scared words, blessing the sanctity of your mouth as he slid himself slowly towards your throat.

Mortarion pulled his head away and admired his work, your cunt twitching and soaked from his touch, before looking up at his brother, smirking as he finally caved and took you. Settling on his knees between your legs and lifting your ass to meet him, He dropped his own bottoms and pulled his dick out, jerking his rough palm along his own length before rubbing the tip against your wet hole and admiring the way your stretched and spasmed to accommodate his size, strong digits leaving bruise in the soft fat of your thighs as he held you still.

You gasped around Lorgar, you thin fingers lashing out and squeezing his strong thighs as you felt mortarion enter you. His girth stretching you to your limit as you tried to cry out, finding your voice caught in your throat as lorgar thrust forward, his tip tickling the back of your throat. You felt your brain melting into hot mush as you were filled, mind blank as the primarchs thrust into you from both ends. Lorgar's heavy balls slapping into the bridge of your nose as he fucked your mouth and you ran your tongue along the hot hard dick in your mouth, tasting precum as you swirled along a vein towards his glans, savoring his stuttered groan as his gentle touch found your breasts, pinching your nipples and twisting them, you hummed, allowing the vibrations to reverberate through your mouth into his sex.

Mortarion suddenly thrust hard, demanding your mind return to him, bending you to his touch as he drove into your wet pussy, his limp hair tickled the flushed skin on your stomach as he leaned over, fucking you as deep as he could, you core warm and wet, tightened and spasmed around him as he rubbed against your G spot with each motion.

"all your advice was just words of temptation" he hissed, pile driving your sopping cunt, spurred on by your muffled cries "whorish words to corrupt us"

Lorgar nodded in agreement, swear glistened from his bald head as he slid relentlessly past your lips. "Do not fear, little one" he grunted, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration "I will drive the holy doctrine deep into you"

You could only close your eyes and cry out in muffled pleasure as the titans used you, your body bouncing between them as they fucked you senseless. The knot in your stomach tightening and snapping free over and over as your orgasm ripped through your body with each thrust.

Lorgar's soft voice reached your ears as his great hand found your throat, tightening around it gently.

"accept this from me, let me fill you," he panted, his movement becoming uncoordinated as he neared his end, you blinked up at him, doe eyes hazy and wet from tears as you lathered your tongue around his tip. He rammed his prick against the back of your throat as he came and you gagged as the salty fluid rushed into your mouth, spilling out from your mouth and dripping down your face as he pulled out panting.

Mortarion followed close behind, cursing at you as he felt your walls flutter around him. "Your cunt pleases me as much as your words" he growled, jerking into your erratically as he drove towards his own high "such a good serf, comforting her lords" your pussy righted at his words and he groaned as he finished, spending himself within you as he shuddered, pumping his seed deep inside.

Pulling out, he spread your lips as he watched his cum leak from you, nodding to himself. Stepping back and tidying himself, he stood beside Lorgar as they both looked down at the mess. You lay twitching and heaving, cum leaking from your face and used whole as you shuddered in pleasured aftershocks.

"we have been blessed this day, death lord" Lorgar sighed, signing an aquilla across his chest as he turned to look at his companion, resting a hand on his shoulder. "Perhaps, this is an arrangement that could be... Revisited?"

Mortarion shrugged the hand off, turned back to the door to leave. "That would be amendable" he offered, before swinging the door open and taking his leave.

You turned your head at the sound and watched through glassy eyes as the word bearer gazed down at you.

"we should clean you up and offer our praises to the lords for your service to the imperium"

[latenightsimping]

Kink the 1st - Shibari

Summary: After a bad day, all you want is some downtime with your boyfriend. And downtime includes some rope and a whole lotta fun.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem reader

Word count: 4,693

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI, bdsm, shibari (using rope), oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kiddos), aftercare, lots of fluff, sex with a lil humour sprinkled in as a treat, just quite sweet really? porn with plot, softdom!Eddie, sub!reader, reader has a vagina, use of petnames (sweetheart, angel etc.)

AN: Massive shoutout to @mantorokk-writes, @steve-harringtons-slut & @charlie-heatons-whxre for giving me a boot up the arse to get Kinktober kicked off! Hoping to do at least once a week? I got ideas for the next one, but if there’s anything you wanna see please lemme know! Hope you enjoy!!

You’d both had a hell of a day.

Everything that could go wrong, had gone utterly wrong. Murphy’s law, and all that. Work had been a drag; usually, you could have sworn the diner was cursed or haunted, considering how temperamental the old machinery in there could be. Today? Today, you were sure gremlins had snuck in during the night shift and were determined to fuck with you any way possible. The coffee machine went bust, the dishwasher refused to turn on, and to top it all off, your boss was in one of his shitty moods.

You’d finished up your day shift in a mood that caused your whole features to harden, practically scowling the whole way on your walk home. Usually, you didn’t mind the twenty minutes it took to get to your little run down home, but it was just that little bit too cold to be pleasant, and you’d forgotten your jacket on your rush out the door. Yet another straw to the camel’s back, and you could feel yourself beginning to break.

Though the dark cloud looming over your head didn’t shift fully, it lightened a few shades as soon as you stepped through your front door. The place was pretty run down; when you had first moved in, you could tell the previous owner was still firmly stuck in the 60’s. Wallpaper peeled off the walls, stained jaundice from cigarette smoke, and the kitchen was in desperate need of a renovation, “A fixer upper,” Eddie had told you, when you’d first seen it with him. At first, it all felt like too much. Sure, it was the only thing you two could sensibly afford, but it was hard to see the bigger picture. Luckily, Eddie could see that picture clearly. You kind of missed that honeymoon phase now, when you’d first moved in and spent your free weekends decorating. Painting the walls side by side as the radio played, only getting into a paint fight once. Alright, two times, but you couldn’t leave Eddie that smug that he was the victor. He was quite the handyman, as it turned out. Wayne had come to help, lugging heavy toolboxes, and the Munson men had got to work fixing loose fittings and squeaky hinges. You’d supplied the beer and lunch, watching the two men from a distance as you painted old photo frames that you’d thrifted.

Your home wasn’t perfect. A lot of the furniture didn’t match – a few pieces plucked from various dumpsters around town, the rest second-hand – some doors still had to be jiggled just right to open and close, and your oven seemed to have an attitude problem. But it was yours and Eddie’s. Various photos of moments of your relationship together dotted surfaces and walls, his beloved posters hung neatly in different rooms. His amps and guitars in the living room, your battered old record player and collection of vinyls beside them. Home wasn’t bricks and mortar. It was a feeling. It was feeling safe, and secure, and remembering that the stain on your couch was thanks to Dustin spilling Pepsi when he jumped out of his skin during a Halloween movie night. It was a feeling that soon, Eddie would be home, and you could ease each other’s minds without having to put much effort in.

You heard the roar of his van while you were making dinner, music blasting and no doubt pissing off the neighbours even further. By the time you took the plates out of the cabinet, you heard the front door unlock, Eddie’s voice calling out he was home. You could tell instantly that he had just as much of a shit day as you had by voice alone. The usually melodic timbre now sombre and flat, sounding bone tired. As he came into the kitchen, though he graced you with a smile, it didn’t quite reach his eyes like it usually did. It made your heart slightly ache as you frowned at him. “Bad day?”

He hummed in agreement, hands coming up to scrub his face as he leaned against the counter. “Phil’s been riding my ass all day,” he murmured through his palms, arms dropping as he winced. “Shit, sorry baby. Didn’t mean to come in and just start complainin’.”

“No, tell me about it,” you said as you shook your head, busying yourself with serving up as Eddie moved to set the table. No matter what mood you were both in, it was a routine heavily engrained by now. Whoever cooked, the other would set the table and clean up after. Pretty much muscle memory, at this point.

“First of all, Tina called in to let us know that her kid had broken his arm falling out of a damn tree, so I was left to fend for myself. Then the shipment for that Dirty Dancing album still didn’t show yet again, and I had to deal with hormonal teenagers complaining no fuckin’ end about something I have no control over, y’know? It’s like they expect me to magically pull CD’s out of my ass or something.”

You nodded along as he complained about his day, pottering around the kitchen to grab a couple of beers and finally sitting yourself down at the dinner table. As Eddie talked between mouthfuls of food, you could see him starting to ever so slowly unwind. Having someone to vent to always helped him, and no doubt he was hangry from not being able to grab more than a couple of bites at work. He loved working at the record store, for the most part. He knew about music probably better than anything else, and it was usually slow and steady work when new releases that swept Hawkins like wildfire were readily available. But it seemed like for the both of you, today was just one of those days.

“But enough about me,” he sighed after a few moments of silence, grabbing his beer and taking a sip. “What about you? You look tired.”

“Feel tired,” you chuckled, shrugging as you leaned back in your chair. “Just the diner gremlins acting up again. You know, the usual.”

“Ah,” he nodded, clicking his teeth with his tongue. “Should really cast banishment in that place.”

The serious tone of his voice, mixed with that whisper of a smirk, never failed to make you smile. “Yeah, should really get on that,” you nodded with a mock look of sincerity. “Hard to find any warlocks around town, though.”

You both smiled, tensions easing as you fell into that comfortable bliss that you could both create with one another. The rest of the meal was spent with small talk; everything and nothing, including Eddie asking you if you’d still love him if he was a worm for some reason. To which you replied honestly. Of course. Only the finest soil and decaying leaves for worm Eddie. That seemed to cheer him up.

At first, you wondered if he wanted to just cuddle for the night, considering how you both had a long day. But it seemed that the good meal had given you both energy, and all it had took for you to agree with his slightly raised eyebrow as he suggested going to the bedroom for a bit of playtime was that certain look in his darkened eye as he gestured his head towards the stairs. It was something you both enjoyed often, especially when both of your minds were racing. A way to turn your brains off, for one to relinquish control and the other to reclaim it. Working in tandem to a headspace where nothing but each other’s bodies existed, soft inhales and exhales between locked lips and soft sounds of ecstasy. And by the look on Eddie’s face, he needed it just as badly as you did.

…

“Turn around a little for me, angel.”

It had felt like hours since you started, but you knew it was realistically not too long ago. The sun had settled behind the horizon just before you sat down on the bed, the bedroom now softly illuminated by the lamps on the bedside table. Eddie had taken his time undressing you, pressing kisses to your skin after each layer was dropped to the floor, beginning to sink you into that place in your mind where everything became slightly fuzzy and dreamlike. He had chosen the hemp rope from the selection that you had both acquired that lived in the bottom drawer of your dresser, and you slowly closed your eyes as you relaxed into the feeling of the soft strands whispering across your skin as he worked.

From the endless conversations that you’d had with Eddie about using rope, you knew it had just as much of an effect on him as it did for you. But it came from another angle. Where you were happy to give up the control for the however hours it took, revelling in the sensation of being restrained and cared for, he found it intensely helpful to have a single thing to work on. He wasn’t thinking about work, or bills, or the trash that needed to be taken out. He was thinking of the intricate folding and gentle tugging of the rope to create works of beauty that made you look so ethereal, so beautiful, nothing else but the here and now. It soothed his mind that was constantly racing about a hundred different things at once, and it was nice to have a repetitive, comforting task. And you have to admit, he was getting really good at it. He would spend hours pouring over books that he got from God knows where, always wanting to try new positions or knots. And you were more than happy to indulge.

Tonight, he had chosen his favourite ties. A pentagram harness that decorated your chest and cupped your breasts, using the extra length to secure your arms in a box tie. Both hands cupping your elbows as comfortably as they could, with enough rope to let them rely on the strands to hold them up. He was getting started on your legs, and judging by the way he wanted you kneeling and the two lengths of red rope in his hands, you had an idea with what he wanted.

Shifting yourself as much as you could with his helpful grip on you, you turned to face the foot of the bed, halfway down the length of it to give you enough space. His warm hands lingered on your skin, smoothing over it as you softly sighed at the sensation.

“Still with me?” he whispered, taking great effort not to be too loud in case it startled you. He knew that you were more fragile in this state, always attentive to when your shoulders slightly sagged and your lips parted. You nodded slightly, and you heard him huff in slight amusement as he gently squeezed your knee. “Need to hear you, baby.”

“Still here,” you murmured, taking a second to take a deep breath before you opened your eyes. Your gaze drifted to him, and you could melt under the look he was giving you. It wasn’t the hard, steely glare that he sometimes had when you played rough, the one that sent shock waves to your core. The look still held control, but God, he was looking at you like you were the finest masterpiece that he’d ever laid eyes on. It made you feel like a priceless piece of artwork in the best way possible; like you were made to be looked upon and revered, worshipped even. But you wanted him to continue, and to finally sink into that place where nothing existed outside of those four walls. “I’m green, Eds.”

He smiled at your use of the traffic light system that you used – green for continue, orange for slow down and red to stop completely – and pressed one final kiss to your temple before he resumed his work. As you suspected, it was a frog tie. Your thigh secured to your calves, making it impossible to move your legs and keeping you kneeling. You opened your eyes just enough to watch his face as he secured the final ties, and you couldn’t help but smile as you noticed the way the tip of his tongue was peeking from his lips, eyes narrowed as deft fingers pulled and knotted the strands. He must have caught you staring out of his periphery, a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth as he tucked away the loose ends and leaned back to take you in. “Well, aren’t you lookin’ all pretty? Gimme a lil wiggle, gorgeous.”

You did as he asked, being careful not to topple over as you struggled against the restraints. Just like you knew would happen, the ropes didn’t yield, sparks shooting down your spine and straight to your pussy when you realised that you were truly helpless. You could feel how wet you’d become during his work, most likely already forming a damp spot on the sheets. You knew he liked to watch you squirm, and you could tell it was having an effect on him. He was still fully clothed for now; you knew it was for a reason. A non-verbal show of who had the power, and it fuelled your headspace like logs to a fire. But you wanted him to touch you so bad, to finally give that part of you attention that was now grabbing all your attention, and you let out a small whine as you bit your lip, giving him your most sultry look to try and entice him.

Eddie could read you like a book. He knew exactly what you were trying to do, yet he was seemingly playing the clueless card as he tilted his head. “Something the matter, baby?” he asked, a brow raised as he smirked.

“Please,” you mewled, knees separating even further to expose just how soaked you were. “Please Eds, need you to touch me.”

“But I have been,” he countered, face slowly morphing into one of knowing as he tutted once. “That’s it, isn’t it baby? Need me to take care of you? Need me to touch that pretty little pussy of yours?”

You nodded frenetically, letting out another small noise of need as you desperately tried to gain some friction on your clit, trying to rut against the bed and failing to gain any contact thanks to the position you were in. “Please, I wan’ it,” you whimpered, worrying your lower lip between your teeth.

You watched as he reached behind you, laying down two pillows behind your back and pressing a large palm to your chest, fingers curling under the pentagram of your tie as his other hand rested on the back of your head. Gently laying you down with a show of control that had you reeling, you settled on your back, thankful that the pillows left a gap for your arms to slot into, making the position a lot more comfortable. Your knees came up closer to your chest, falling to the sides and exposing you even more than your previous position. Eddie towered over you, sitting on his haunches as his eyes followed every curve and dip of your body, a look of hunger evident in his eyes as his palms skated over the insides of your thighs. So close to where you wanted him, but not enough. Not nearly enough. “You know the rules, baby. You gotta ask me real nicely,” he murmured, a small smirk on his face as he relished in the power.

“Pleeeease.” Your voice sounded so small, elongating every character or the word as your back arched. “Please Sir, please make me feel good. Need it so badly, wan’ you to make me come so much.”

You knew the honorific would wreck him, and judging by the low groan he let out, you were going to have what you wanted. “How can I resist when you say it all pretty like that?” he said, voice gruff and low in the way that it did whenever he wanted you. You watched as he shifted down the bed, laying on his front as he peppered your innermost thighs with kisses. “Gonna keep those legs open for me like a good girl, sweetheart?”

You nodded vigorously. You’d agree to anything, do anything, sell your soul to the fucking Devil if it finally meant having his mouth on you. And fuck, you almost came when he licked a languid stripe from your entrance to your clit, latching onto the sensitive bud as his tongue swirled around it. Your eyes screwing shut as your head tipped back, the sensations of his moans vibrating against your cunt as he continued his ministrations sending you barrelling towards your climax that much quicker. All you could hear were the sinful sounds of wetness and messy kisses to your slit, Eddie’s mumbles against your skin of “you taste so fucking good,” and “so wet f’ me,” making your legs shake as you rutted against his mouth, desperate for your release. You felt his finger enter you, one at first, hilted to the last knuckle before a second joined it, curling until it hit that spot that made you see stars behind your eyes, that coil deep in your gut tightening and tightening until it reached a near unbearable tension.

“Gonna- Fuck Eds, please, gonna…” You could barely think, barely speak under his skilled tongue and hands, but you wanted his permission. Knowing that with it, you could come undone even harder, until the tiny remains of thoughts finally slipped out of your grasp. All you wanted to feel was the bliss, and to know that he was the one causing it.

“Come for me baby, I got you,” he urged, fingers pumping into you eyen faster, words garbled as he didn’t let up from his task of swirling the tip of his tongue against your bud in dizzyingly fast movements. “Let go.”

It was his words, a final jab to your sweet spot inside you, and a soft suck to your clit that finally snapped the last remaining threads of your tether to reality. Your jaw fell slack into a silent scream, back arched and head thrown back as you tightened around his fingers, hips bucking as you rode out your orgasm. The restraints fuelling it, elongating it, as you writhed underneath them and found no escape. The pure hedonistic ecstasy causing your walls to pulse, even after Eddie removed his fingers from you.

Crowding over you after you managed to catch your breath and wrench your eyes open, Eddie kissed you with fervour, all teeth and tongue as he settled his weight onto his forearms on either side of your head. You could taste yourself on him, a pleasant tang that you grew to love whenever he kissed you after going down on you, the shame long gone about it. “You doing okay?” he murmured between kisses, lips trailing down your chin and across the length of your jaw.

“Green,” you managed to whisper, suddenly needy for him again, now he was finally on top of you. You craved him; you craved the fullness of his cock deep inside you, knowing it’d send you toppling over the edge again. During the moments of your comedown he must have got undressed, since you could feel his bare chest against yours, causing the rope to rub against your skin deliciously with his every movement. “More, please. Need you more, Eds. Fuck me.”

He huffed out a small laugh, now tracing his canines over the soft flesh of your neck, soothing it with his tongue afterwards. “Planning on it, pretty girl. Just gotta check you first, ‘kay?”

You were confused for a second, until he pulled away enough to turn you to your side. You felt his fingers gently pinch the tip of your own, checking for good blood flow. You couldn’t help but smile as you felt it, adoring how even in this moment, he would forgo his own pleasure just in case there was a hint of you being uncomfortable. “Feels fine,” you nodded reassuringly, words ever so slightly slurred. “Can go on for a bit longer.”

You were starting to come back to yourself, though everything was still hazy. Like your mind was replaced with cotton wool, like a fogged up mirror after a hot shower. Placing you back down gently, he smiled as he kissed you again, feeling the expression against your own lips. One of his hands reached between your bodies, and you felt the tip of his cock rub against your slit, eliciting a high pitched keen from you that he gleefully swallowed down as his tongue explored your mouth.

Eddie could be patient, when he wanted to be. And right now? Now, he was pacing you, stretching you out so slowly you thought you would combust. You swore you could feel every vein and ridge of his cock, each thrust stealing the air from your lungs as his lips never left your own. You could hear his soft grunts and whines as a hand comes up to stroke your hair away from your face, his hips setting a slow pace when he finally bottomed out into you.

The fact that this was lovemaking so tender, so stark against your restrained body clad in rope, that made it all the more intense. It’s not like he didn’t have the tendency to be rough with you on other occasions, and as much as you loved it, you were thankful that he chose tonight to worship your body. The bad day you had was so far away, when all you could feel was him, the way he rutted into you so carefully, as if you were made of fine china. The hand that tucked away the errant hairs came down to explore you, brush against your pebbled nipples, one after the other, trailing down your stomach and to where of you both met. Circling around your sensitive clit and made your cries even louder. You knew you weren’t gonna last long.

“M’close,” you managed to puff out, wriggling as much as your prone position afforded you to fuck back against him, the urge to come again starting to balloon inside you, until it was all you wanted.

“Me too,” he replied through gritted teeth, pace beginning to get irregular and more frantic as his hand settled on your hip for leverage. “Come with me baby, ‘kay? Can feel you getting so tight, shit.”

All that could be heard were your mixed sounds of pleasure; his grunts and low moans, your high keens and mewls as you tightened around him, walls pulsing and milking him for all that you could. You felt him twitch inside you, the tightening of his jaw the indicator that he was finally there. He spilled into you for what felt like hours, hips still rutting into you as if to push his cum as deep into you as you possibly could, and you loved the sensation of it. He finally slumped after the last few groans, resting his forehead on yours as he panted hard to catch his breath. You were doing the same, and you loved how you seemed to be breathing in tandem. His exhale to your inhale, and vice versa. Sharing air in a way that felt so intimate, making your head spin as you started to finally come down.

You both lay there what felt like an age, until the ache of your joints finally started to seep in, reality hitting you that you’d been in the same position for a while. Eddie must have picked up on your squirming, pressing one last kiss to your temple before slowly pulling out of you. You gently whined at the loss, and he smiled at it, giving you an apologetic look as he kneeled in between your legs and started to untie them. “You back to Earth yet, space cadet?” he asked you, the little quip making you giggle.

“Getting there,” you nodded, slightly hissing as he ever so gently started to ease your left leg straight, discomfort shooting through your muscles as he did so.

“I know baby,” he murmured, soothing you as he gently massaged your thighs and calves to get the blood flow back to them. “Sorry, should’a thought to let your legs go before I fucked you.”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” you smiled, looking down at him as he worked on the other leg. “Was really fuckin’ hot being fucked like that.”

“God, it really was,” he wistfully sighed, taking a second to marvel at the indents that the rope left on your skin. Tracing his calloused fingertips over them, the motion making you bite your bottom lip and let out a soft moan at how good it felt. “Take it you wouldn’t mind doing this tie combination again?”

“Would I mind,” you scoffed, a playfulness coming back to you as you nudged his waist with your ankle. “If you make me come like that again, you can do it whenever you want.”

“Noted,” he smirked, tossing you a wink as he reached forward to carefully take hold of your shoulders. “Gonna help you sit up, if that’s okay?”

You nodded, allowing him to guide you until you were sitting as he settled you on his chest. You perched your head onto his shoulder, breathing in the scent of his cologne and a smell that could only be described as Eddie as you nuzzled into his neck. “Y’ smell good,” you mumbled into the skin.

You felt his laugh rumble though his chest against yours more than you heard it. “I probably smell like nothing but sweat at this point, sweetheart,” he answered, carefully letting your arms fall to your sides as he took care in massaging them like he had done your legs. “Been at work all day and just came so hard I think I saw God for a minute. Need a shower after all that.”

“Noooo,” you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck now they were finally free, hating the idea of him leaving your embrace. “Shower later. Cuddles first.”

Though it surely made his task more difficult, he didn’t make you separate from him as he uncoiled the rest of the harness around your chest, shushing you gently as he carefully pulled the beginning knot from around your middle. “M’ not goin’ anywhere yet, sweetheart. Cuddles first, promise.”

That appeased you enough, letting your eyes close as you felt yourself be gently moved until you were laying down, your head on his chest and hearing his heartbeat begin to slow to a normal pace. He only shifted you one more time, so he could pull the blankets up over you, making sure you were tucked in and warm enough as he kissed the crown of your head. “Did so well f’ me, angel. Such a good girl.”

Your only answer was a small hum of acknowledgement, sleep starting to pull at your mind as you began to drift away. You were so cosy, and so warm and felt so loved. You could barely remember what had led you here, to this moment. All you knew was that before, you were having a bad day. Now, you were finally so relaxed that you couldn’t find it within yourself to move.

“You fallin’ asleep on me baby?” Eddie whispered, sounding amused as he stroked soothing patterns up and down your spine, the motion aiding you in drifting off.

You vaguely remember nodding, before you finally dozed off. And you could remember him saying something about a shower, but you were too blissed out to worry about that. Knowing Eddie, he’d probably wake you up in a while to clean you up and get you changed into fresh pyjamas. But right now, all you wanted was him. To feel him so close to you, and to feel protected and cherished in his arms.

And you felt exactly that.

[ikyoudreamofme]

THE ONE I WONT FORGET

CW:smut,exbf!jake, drunken sex,oral(F receiving),f!ngering, overprotective!jake

Summary: you and Jake broke up a while ago but he's still in love with you and can't get over you. You and him haven't spoken since your break up until you see him at a Tara Yummy party.

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Jake's POV

Today was Tara's 1 million subscribers party she had planned this for a while before she actually hit 1M but it's finally happening.

I got out the shower towel around my waist water droplets dripping off my hair down my chest I towel dry my hair before putting on a pair of jeans, a vest top and a black fur jacket. I shout for Johnnie telling him we're leaving and walk towards my car driving to the venue.

Y/N POV

I walk into the party pulling the bottom of my dress down a little immediately going to find Tara.

"Tara!" I shout going up to her hugging her. "Congrats on one mill!"

"Thank you y/n!" she shouts smiling dragging me over to the bar to do shots with her. she asks for two tequila shots, the man nods at her grabbing two shot glasses pouring them equally, we pick them up smiling at each other before bringing the glass up to our lips our heads dropping back as we take the shot. The sharp burning sensation falls down my throat I pull the glass away grimacing, squeezing my eyes shut for a second as she does the same. "Jesus Christ Tara.." I say turning around resting against the bar I look away from her for a second towards the front door as it opens and two tall boys I recognise walk through. I turn my head away to listen to what Tara's yapping about then quickly look back realising who it is. My eyes widen seeing Jake walk in with Johnnie. Tara looks where I am and gasps. "Shit Y/N I forgot to tell you Jake was coming im so sorry." She smiles awkwardly.

"No it's fine he's your best friend of course you'd invite him." I say turning around asking the bartender for another shot. She nods walking off to say hi to Jake and Johnnie.

I take the shot before asking for a Vodka Cranberry and going off to find some more of my friend's drink in hand.

Jakes POV

I walk through the door my eyes falling onto my surrounding I look around for Tara instead they fall on the one girl I was not expecting to see y/n. we broke up months ago and I still can't get over her. I can tell she sees me because her eyes widen and she turns to look at Tara. I take a long breath in watching Tara walk over to me and Johnnie as y/n leans towards the bar,her dress riding up,getting another drink. I smile at Tara giving her a side hug she speaks "oh yeah y/n's here by the way I forgot to mention it."

I laugh slightly " I can see that" I reply look at y/n. Johnnie laughs before saying something to Tara. "He's still In love with her." I nudge his ribs indicating that he should stop talking.

"Shut up I am not!" I say lying but covering it up as best as I can. Johnnie and Tara laugh. "Suree." Tara says walking away. "Johnnie you're such a dickhead!" I say looking at him trying not to laugh myself. I go to look back at y/n and she's not there. I look around and spot her dancing with her friends, until her friend is replaced with a man. She turns around confused and lightly pushes his arms off her hips turning back around ignoring him. He puts his hands back on her holding her firmer this time. She turns around and says something to him grabbing his hands and pushing them off her once again. He steps close to her smirking, she looks around worried and scared not knowing what to do. He steps closer to her one more time his hands going to her waist, she pushes him back into a a group of people behind him. He grabs her wrist pulling her closer to him.

I walk over to them "is there a problem bro?" I say glaring at him standing I front of her slightly. "No,no problem shes just playing hard to get." He reaches his arm out to grab her. I grab his wrist. "Or maybe she wants you to leave her alone. Take the hint." I say letting go of his hand. "What are you her boyfriend or something?"

"That doesn't matter does it she doesn't want you so fuck off!" I shout stepping closing to him towering over him. The man mumbles under his breath storming away.

"are you okay?" I ask y/n turning around, we haven't spoke in ages. She nods and mutters a thank you. "Don't worry about it,it's okay. How have you been?"

"I've been alright. What about you?" She smiles. God her smile is gorgeous. I nod "I've been better you know." I can't just say that I miss her so much and I can't function without her. She looks up at me confused. "what do you mean"

"I mean I miss you y/n. So much."

"Jake... we broke up for a reason." I nod "I know, I know and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for everything."

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Y/N POV

I look up at him with a sad expression what do I do of course I miss him but it's not that easy. "I miss you too Jake but it's not that simple we can't just say we miss each other then be the way we used to be." He looks down at the floor and takes my hand. "Can't we just have another chance, another chance for us to work." he says softly look up from floor. I give in and grab his face pulling him into a deep kiss. He kisses me back his hands wrapping around my waist his tongue swiping along my bottom lip I part my lips slightly his tongue exploring my mouth. One of my hands go to his hair and tug on it sightly, he groans lowly pulling away. "I need you y/n. Like now" he pleads look at me. He grabs my arm dragging me to the closest bathroom pushing me in and locking the door behind him. He picks me up and placed me on the counter pulling me in for another kiss. His hands cradling my jaw. He kiss down my neck and collarbone leave dark purple marks he pulls down the straps of my dress, his arms snakes around my back unclipping my bra discarding of it somewhere in the room. His hands trail down to the bottom of my dress lifting it up over body throwing it to the floor. He stares at my boobs before taking one in his mouth sucking on it. I gasp as my hand goes to his hair. "I've missed you so much." I breathe out my head falling back against the mirror. He smirks and pulls away his hands going down to my thong pushing it to the side, his fingers slide down my wet folds as I moan. "you're so wet f'me." Jake mentions looking up at me. I nod quickly "only for you Jake.." He slides his fingers into me and I moan loudly. His other hands goes to my mouth covering it muffling my moans he continues thrusting his fingers in and out of me faster I squeeze my eyes shut. His mouth attaches to my clit sucking on it. My legs wrap around his shoulder, heels digging into his back my moans and whimpers silenced by his hand. I can feel my self getting closer my hand goes to his. He removes his hand from my mouth " I'm so close Jake." I whimper and he stops removing his fingers from me. He shakes his head saying "not yet ma." I groan rolling my eyes.

He unbuckles his belt pulling his trousers down along with his boxers. He pulls my arm slightly. I jump down from the counter as he turns me around bending me over the sink. I look up and see him behind me in the mirror.

He pumps himself a few them before lining up with my entrance. Jake's slams into me harshly I gasp as his jaw falls slack. He thrust into me harder and faster. My hands gripping on the edge of the sink. I moan loudly. "Fuck! Jake.."

"does that feel good?" He says pulling my hair pulling me up, my head on his shoulder as he continues his punishing thrusts. I nod "it feels s'good. So good!"

He laughs moving my head to the side kissing me. "Who makes you feel this good y/n?" He asks pulling back from the kiss. "You Jake, only you!" I shout. His hands wrap around my waist holding me up. "Look at you y/n moaning f'me.fucking slut." I moan at his words nodding vigorously. His thumbs rubs on my clit sending me over the edge. I whimper and my hand reaches behind me to slow him down, he grabs my wrist pinning them behind my back. "Fuck Jake! I'm gonna cum please!" I shout my head falling back onto his shoulder. "Cum f'me baby." The knot in my stomach snaps as I cum. If he wasn't holding me up I would collapse on the floor. Jake thrust get sloppier until he pulls out pushing me onto my knees pumping himself before coming in my mouth.

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Jake's hand reaches out pulling you up placing you on the edge of the sink. “So second chance?” Jake asks you. “yeah.” You nod. “good because I could never forget you y/n” Jake’s says pulling in for a kiss before picking up your clothes.

[lily-loves-konig]

Sexual tension(Ghost X Reader)

CW:Smut

“So you two will be going on an undercover mission, Ghost unfortunately, we’ll have to go as Simon for this mission, although you will not be going under your real identities ghost you will just have to go without the mask.” Price paused “If you do wear your mask, it will lead to suspicion and you would most likely get caught.” Hearing this made Simons blood run cold, he immediately didn’t wanna do the undercover mission anymore.

Y/N looked at him with an apologetic look mouthing the words ‘I’m sorry’ to him. He was annoyed, but agreed anyways. “Y/N will be your ‘date’,” it was your turn for your blood to run cold, you’ve always had a small thing for Ghost and this was definitely not going to help whatsoever.

Price continued talking about the mission and when he had finished he let you both out of the briefing room to change into your undercover clothes. It was a formal event so you went with a red spaghetti strap silk slip dress that hugged your curves perfectly and black pumps. You had some makeup on a red lip, sparkly smoky eyes, and some light blush. You’re hair was curled into light beach waves and was put into a half up half down look, the half up part looked like a rose while the rest of your hair cascaded down your back.

Ghost on the other hand was wearing a black tuxedo with a red undershirt so you two would match more and look like a couple, his hair was gelled and his stubble was trimmed and styled as well. He had walked out of his bathroom at the same time you walked out of yours you we’re fixing the top of your dress and weren’t paying attention to your surroundings. You had bumped into him you had almost fell over before he caught you by your waist.

“Im sorry Simon,” you said “ I was fixing my dress and I wasn’t paying attention,” while you were rambling on with apologies he got a good look at you, ‘holy fucking shit, she looks fantastic…’ he thought, he felt himself get hot, ‘ oh shit…’ he realized that he was getting turned on by you and quickly set you back on you feet mumbling“ Its fine just be careful next time” while walking away, ‘He hates me, he didn’t even say anything about my appearance, he looked amazing in that suit. He can really clean himself up.’ Your thoughts were running a thousand miles a minute.

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It was time to leave for the mission, Simon was to remain nameless, while Y/N was given the name Lena Partchaklove. When they arrived Simon when silent and got tense. Y/N couldn’t tell why he was so tense, little did you know all of the men in any 7 foot radius of you were gawking at your body saying inappropriate things about you and what they would do with you. He didn’t like what they were saying.

Simon was enraged and filled with jealousy, but why he felt that, he had no clue. It’s not like you were actually his, it was a mission nothing more nothing less, but he couldn’t ignore that stinging sensation in his heart. He couldn’t ignore the feeling he got from your hand lightly brushing against his while walking together. He couldn’t ignore the way your smile made him feel, the one that you reserved for him and only him.

It was electric. You being near him, made him feel alive in ways that he thought he would never be alive in. he wanted you to be his, and only his, and that night he made it a promise to himself that he would you his.

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You were looking for the server room where they kept their computers. You had a realize that it was on the second floor and the stairs to go up there were guarded. Luckily, you were able to seduce them, and you led them away from the stairs when you finally led them to the center area, you slipped away back to the stairs not realizing Ghost saw everything.

Simon was extremely jealous, you had flirted with two other men in front of him. He was pissed. When you two got to the server room, he pinned you against one of the walls. “What the fuck was that Y/N?!” He whispered-shouted “Wha- Simon what the hell?!” You whispered back, confused as to what he was talking about.

“ Flirting with those guards right in front of me you think I wouldn’t get jealous about that?! Newsflash sweetheart, I’m a very jealous person and, I don’t like the shit you just pulled.” He said fuming, “ I didn’t know Simon, Jesus. I’m just doing my job.” You fired back.

He was so close to you, he was pressed against you. You could feel his erected cock rubbing against your thigh. He made the first move, he started a heavy makeout session with you. You could feel him getting impatient. “Please Simon..” you begged wanting more friction between your legs, he happily obliged to your begging, rubbing his hand against your pussy. He put his hand underneath your dress and started rubbing your clit it circles, “ oh my fucking god, Simon” you moaned out you couldn’t control yourself anymore. You needed him.

You got down on your knees and pulled his cock out of his pants and boxers he was about 7 inches long 2 inches in girth. ‘How the fuck is this going to fit’ you thought, you started sucking his cock swallowing hard around it. You started to gag, and that drove him insane. He grabbed onto your head pushing it all the way down his cock, making you gag and slobber more, he was groaning so loudly at that “ fuck, good girl Y/N, such a good girl for me taking my cock so well” he praised.

He pushed your head back down one more time before cumming down your throat, “Swallow it all like a good whore” he said his voice raspy. You showed him that you did. “Good girl, you deserve a reward..” he said picking you up and putting you on a nearby desk, he got on his knees and started eating you out and fingering your sweet pussy.

He groaned at the way you tasted, he pulled his finger out, making you whine before bringing it to your face so you could taste yourself. He stuck his finger back in and added a second, sucking your clit and slurping up your juices. Once he felt you were prepared enough he got to his feet and put the tip of his cock at your entrance, “ are you ready?” He asked “ Just put it in already!” You begged, he did just that, waiting for you to give him the go ahead to move, he was struggling with how tight you were his hips wanting to buck into you immediately. “Simon please” as soon as he heard those words he was bucking into you hard and fast.

He grabbed your hair forcing you to look at him destroying your insides, he put his hand on your stomach and pushed ever so slightly and it had you screaming. He made you come 4 times while he only came once, he let go of your hair and gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises. He leaned down to your face and started kissing you, he made his way to your neck leaving hickeys and love bites all over. Your nails were digging into his back as he fucked you desperately trying to reach his own orgasm. He was close to it and you were close to your fifth orgasm, “ We cum, fuuuck, together? Okay Y/N, you feel so good, oh my fucking god..” You felt the knot getting tighter and he did too. “On the count of three, one, two, three” he groaned, pulled out and came on my stomach. He cleaned me up and helped me get dressed. “You’re mine now Y/N, got it?” He said, “Yours.” I said back.