#don't mind me writing smut on my lunch break

[aerodaltonimperial]

Prompt - "I haven't exactly done this before."

(ANON I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE HERE FOR BUT I HOPE IT WAS THIS AND ALSO I HOPE YOU AREN'T TAZ, LMAO; nsfw, under the cut)

Hook's hands still after he slides down, knees hitting the carpet. His fingers tremble ever so slightly along Danhausen's waist, a whisper along the bare skin there. His eyes flicker up, half-hidden beneath the tangles of his hair, and oh, if that isn't enough to curl Danhausen's toes in his boots. He can't believe he's been given this, honestly; can't believe that he was chosen to end up here, on the receiving end of such a gift.

"What is it?" Danhausen asks, a little out of breath; he cords his hands through Hook's unruly strands in a move that he hopes is allowed, hopes is acceptable. He wants to touch Hook. He wants to feel him.

Hook's mouth quirks to the side when he huffs out a self-conscious laugh. "I, uh, haven't exactly done this before."

That stills Danhausen's hands from their ministrations. He freezes. "What?"

"Um." Hook runs his tongue over his lip, red and swollen from Danhausen's attentions earlier. Hook had tasted like salt, tiny remnants that burst along Danhausen's tongue from the fries they'd shared. "Is that...is that okay?"

"Hook doesn't have to," Danhausen tries, thoughts racing to catch up. "Danhausen doesn't—"

"No, I want to," Hook says. His grip on Danhausen's hips tightens. He's nervous; he doesn't have a lot of tells, but Danhausen has started to pick them out, notice the way they slink onto his motions. He rarely sees Hook nervous. To think he is the reason for the emotion breaking free and rattling in Hook's limbs is, frankly, overwhelming.

"I want to," Hook repeats, softer. Almost a whisper, almost reverent; Danhausen is struck all over again: why me? Of all people to choose, of all the possibilities, and Danhausen is the one here with him, looking down at how blown his pupils are, how wet his lips are, how eager his eyes are shining. Maybe Danhausen will never get quite this lucky again. Maybe this is the peak, the high he'll end up chasing the rest of his life.

Hook keeps their gazes locked, a dusting of pink along his cheeks. He slides his tongue out across his lip, dipping into the corner, and Danhausen tracks the movements unconscious, abdomen clenching. "Just, uh, give me some direction?"

"Okay," Danhausen promises. His hands are already fisted in Hook's hair: that will serve.

Hook smiles, languid and sharp and excited, hovering at the edge of the same anticipation. And then he leans in, brushing his mouth to the tip of Danhausen's cock enough to drag a groan out of Danhausen's throat, teasing with his tongue in slow circles, experimental, learning the lay of the land. It never even matters that he ends up almost gagging himself a few times, that he has to pull off a few times to cork his jaw around to avoiding locking it, that he chokes when Danhausen comes because he wasn't entirely ready for it—it's the best head Danhausen has ever gotten in his life.

And Danhausen pays it back in spades once he's come back down, gets Hook's heels kicking against the sheets of the hotel mattress, wrenches delicious moans out of Hook's lungs and swallows him down into the same hazy, giddy release, marveling the entire time that he's been chosen to be the one to know the keening whines and the needy hands and the stuttering muscles when there are so many others who would kill for the same opportunity.

[delusional-day-dreamer]

Reflections - e.e

‣ emily engstler x reader

‣ wc: 2958

‣‣ synopsis: emily had no choice but to bail on your planned day together, so you decide to get a little revenge, leaving your reflection as the only thing on her mind all day.

‣‣‣ a/n: sorry this took SO LONG to release, i was a little nervous to write smut for the first time so hopefully this isn't too bad! i'm still working on more fics and hopefully i can still follow my plan to release one a day!

You adjusted the position of your body in front of the mirror, lifting Emily's shirt to reveal just a sliver of your boobs as you posed for your selfie in your lacy thong. You weren't posing for a social media post or anything of the sort, you were just trying to torture your poor girlfriend a little bit.

The two of you had planned a day-long date today, as she wasn't supposed to go in for practice or any sort of team events, but her coaches had changed their mind, calling the team early in the morning for mid-day practice, followed by a workout session, ice baths and checkups with their athletic trainer, and a film session to end their packed day.

Unfortunately for you, the text had come in during an early morning makeout session, causing Emily to leave the comfort of your bed to eat breakfast, get ready, and head out for her long day. Leaving you a needy, pleading mess for her in the process. You knew the change in plans wasn't her fault, nor was it in her control.

You were just seeking revenge for the fact that she chose to leave you orgasmless before heading out, promising to finish what the two of you had started later in the evening.

Grinning as you finally got the perfect shot, you sent off a text to Emily, containing both the selfie and a short text that read, can't wait for you to get back Em. Now, all you had to do was wait for her response, which you knew wouldn't come until a little later, when she finally got the chance to check her phone during a water break.

To your delight, Emily's response came in sooner than you had expected, not even ten minutes after you had sent the text, your phone pinged with a new text. you better find a way to wait, don't you dare touch yourself without me.

You knew that was one of Emily's "rules", if she wasn't away for a game, your pleasure was hers and hers only. And usually, that was always enough for you, as you had no need to get yourself off either by hand or with any of the toys hidden in your shared closet, Emily was always there to take care of you. But today, you found yourself struggling to hold off on relieving the deep ache that had settled in your core.

You swear you did everything in attempt to pass by the time that Emily was gone. You ate breakfast, dusted nearly every surface in your apartment, wiped down every mirror, scrubbed down the bathrooms, ate lunch, cooked dinner for you two to enjoy later, took an everything shower, and finally settled down in on your bed to watch t.v. around four in the afternoon, knowing Emily would be home before six.

Just as your eyes began to shut, drifting off into a light sleep, you heard the front door open as Emily entered the apartment, dropping the keys in the little ceramic bowl you had bought for the apartment and taking off her shoes, walking towards your bedroom.

You shot up in bed, eager for Emily to walk through the door so you could capture her in your grasp and lure her into bed, finally able to relieve the throbbing between your legs. She greeted you as she entered the room, dropping her practice bag over by the laundry hamper before making her way to you, not that you were paying attention.

You leaned in and grabbed the back of her neck, smashing your lips onto hers the second she was close enough. She climbed onto the bed with you, laying her body over yours as you continued to make out, her tongue intertwined with yours as her hands moved up and down, from kneading your braless tits to squeezing your waist, the two of you just couldn't get enough of each other.

You whined as she pulled away from your kiss, she chuckled before ducking her head down to kiss across your jaw to your ear, "missed me that much baby?" She questioned smugly as she moved her lips under your ear, alternating between sharply nipping at your skin, open mouthed kisses, and soothing licks over the trail of reddish-purple marks she left behind.

"Please Em, don't tease. Been waiting for you all day," you begged, arching your chest into her, hoping she would get the hint. She popped her lips off your neck with a smirk, gazing at your needy expression before moving her hands to pull her t-shirt off your body, uncovering your perky nipples, begging for her touch.

Her lips began a trail of kisses, licking, biting, and sucking her way down from the base of your neck to your chest, leaving hickeys at the very tops of your breast before finally latching her mouth onto your right nipple, her hand coming up to twist and tug at the other.

Your hands flew to her ponytail, gripping it as you moaned at her teasing, urging her head to continue its descent down to where you needed her the most. Thankfully, she continued to kiss down your abdomen, stopping at the edge of your lace thong to nip at the fat of your hips. She continued to tease you, leaving hickeys around the perimeter of your inner thighs as you whimpered the arousal continuing to pool within your panties, yet Emily purposely avoided your throbbing pussy.

“God Em, please I can’t take it anymore, need you so bad,” you propped yourself up on your elbows to look down at her as you pleaded, your mind far too hazy to feel embarrassed of how desperate you sounded. She propped herself, perching herself to the perfect position in between your thighs as she finally ran her fingers up and down your lace-covered slit, feeling the wetness that had begun to soak through.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this baby,” she hummed, “Wanna try something different with you, that okay?” She asked as she pulled your thong down, a strand of your slick sticking to the fabric. "You're this wet for me and I haven't even touched you yet baby," Emily rose to lean back on her knees, moving her hands to rest upon your thighs.

“Please Em, do anything, I just need you,” you whispered back, sitting up as you watched her rise from the bed, walking over to the floor length mirror you had taken the picture in. She picked it up and adjusted it so that it leaned against the wall in front of your bed, such that you were now gazing at your own naked reflection.

Your attention, however, was quickly drawn back to Emily, who had now stripped her t-shirt and sweatpants off her body, leaving her in just a plain black sports bra and a matching pair of boxers. She walked back over to the bed, settling against the headboard and planting her feet flat on the bed to take a seat behind you.

"Come here baby," she requested, and with such a low, sultry tone, how could you resist for even a second? You quickly turned onto your hands and knees, crawling up the expanse of your California king bed to kneel in between her thighs, capturing her lips once again.

You took the chance to tease Emily back a bit, taking control of the kiss by biting and dragging out her bottom lip before slipping your tongue back into her mouth, moaning eagerly into her as your hands tugged at the straps of her sports bra.

She didn't allow you to continue for long, grabbing your waist and manhandling your back into her front before you could take off her bra. She traced her hands down your body, grabbing the back of your thighs to rest them over her bent legs, spreading you open in front of the mirror.

"You see how wrecked you are for me?" She mumbled into your ear, you watched as her tattooed hands kneaded at your hickey covered tits, pinching and tugging at your nipples once again. "Mhm," you nodded, biting your bottom lip to hold back the moans threatening to spill from your lips.

Emily, however, wouldn't accept that as an answer. She grabbed your jaw firmly with her right hand, using her thumb to pull your lip out in between your teeth. "None of that tonight ma, I wanna hear you properly, whether your answering me," she spoke softly, beginning to suck hickeys into the unmarked side of your neck, "swearing," she flicked her tongue out to soothe a particularly rough area, the skin already turning purple, "or moaning my name, begging me for more," she whispered into your ear.

Your brain turned to mush at her words, which meant you didn't notice how her left hand dropped from massaging your breast to reach your cunt as she was whispering filthy things into your ear, turning you on even more. A borderline pornographic moan tore from the back of your through as Emily finally pressed her middle and ring fingers onto your clit, rubbing small circles at first.

You threw your head back against her shoulder as your body arched against her, desperate moans spilling from your lips as your hips moved upwards to search for more friction in her touch. Her right hand wrapped around your waist, holding down your bottom half before she quickly lifted her fingers from rubbing circles on your clit to lightly slapping it, not nearly hard enough to hurt, but the pressure was enough for your head to shoot up at the sparks it sent through your core.

"I want you to watch yourself in the mirror, you stop looking and I stop touching you, okay baby?" Emily insisted, her fingers only moving down from your clit to trace your folds after you agreed, dragging her fingers to collect the arousal dripping from your entrance back up to your clit, this time adding more pressure onto your clit.

Your body squirmed in her hold, your mouth emitting a near constant stream of desperate whines, begging Emily for more. "C'mon ma, tell me what you want from me," she murmured, her breath warm against the bruised skin of your neck. "Fuck me, please Emily, need you to fuck me so bad I," your words were cut off by a guttural moan leaving your mouth as she plunged two fingers into your sopping heat, the prolonged foreplay had made you so wet she slipped in without any discomfort.

Your eyes fluttered, as your body melted into hers, illegible pleas, swears, and cries of ecstasy continuously fell from your lips, all the while maintaining eye contact with Emily through the mirror. Her fingers increasing their speed as she plunged a third into you, continuing to pump in and out of you, curling into you with such precision you preened her grasp, rolling your hips forward to meet her thrusts. In the process, the heel of her palm brushed against your clit, causing you to writhe in her arms, all the while Emily ducked her head down to suck at your sweet spot.

Her name fell from your lips repeatedly, the coil in your abdomen was so close to snapping, you could almost taste how close your orgasm was. Sensing this from how tight your cunt was squeezing her fingers, she moves her unoccupied hand up to your nipples, roughly tugging at them while she moved her lips up to whisper filth into your ear.

"Just like that baby... see how pretty you look while taking my fingers, my dirty little slut getting off on being finger fucked in front of a mirror, thought about fucking you like this all day... such a good girl for me," her continuous praise and encouragements, combined with the sensation of her playing with your tits, her fingers curling so deep inside of you, and her palm providing friction to your clit was all too much for you to withstand any longer.

Your moans turned into near screams as you finally came, your orgasm hitting you full-force as your legs shook on top of Emily's, full body shudders coursing through you as Emily continued to fuck into you at the same pace, insistent on having you ride out the full extent of your orgasm.

As your orgasm finally began to subside, your body going limp against hers, Emily slowed the pace of her fingers until they stilled within you. To distract you from the emptiness she knew you felt as she withdrew her fingers from your soaking cunt, she peppered kisses along the side of your face and placed a few gentle pecks on you lips accompanied with soft praises as you tuned to face her.

She brought her fingers up to your lips, shoving them into your mouth so you could clean off your own slick, humming as she felt your tongue swirling around her fingers. After popping your mouth off her fingers, you removed your legs from on top of hers, twisting your body around in her grip to face her as your hands reached upwards to cup her face, pulling her mouth down to yours in a searing kiss, all the while your knee pressed into her core.

You were acutely aware of the fact that you hadn't even touched Emily yet, and as stubborn as she was, you could feel the throbbing of her pussy against your knee, and you would be damned if you didn't get her off after the earth-shattering orgasm she gave you.

Your lips continue to move roughly against hers, attempting to establish dominance and only separating when you tugged her sports bra over head. Your lips met the soft skin of her neck, peppering gentle kisses as you knew you couldn't leave hickeys on such a visible area just two days before her next game.

You continued placing kisses to her chest, circling her nipple with your tongue as right hand reached down to cup her warm cunt through her boxers, forcing an airy moan from her. You were able to feel through the fabric how aroused she had gotten from making you cum.

You paused your ministrations to retract your hands from her body, moving to grab at the waistband of her boxers, the only material still separating the two of you. You looked up at her glazed over eyes, nonverbally checking for her consent. Emily's past relationships and hookups always had the same dynamic, she gave a lot more than she received, if they even made an effort to reciprocate her pleasure.

With you, that was never the case. You were just as concerned with Emily's satisfaction as she was yours, despite her having the more dominant personality, you almost never allowed her to leave without at least one orgasm.

With her approval and the slight lift of her hips, you discarded her underwear, laying down on your stomach and spreading open her thighs to be eye-level with her glistening cunt. "All this just from watching my reflection Em?" You teased, your breath warm against her inner thighs as you sucked and nipped at the skin closest to her center, knowing no one would be able to see the bruises left there.

"Yeah baby, it's all for you," she breathed our, grabbing your tousled hair into a makeshift ponytail, using it to guide you closer to her sopping pussy. Even now, she still Deciding she had waited long enough, you dove your tongue into her, licking a long stripe from her entrance up to her throbbing clit, causing her to throw her head back into the headboard as she moaned deeply.

"Right there ma, just like that," she encouraged as you devoured her, running your tongue through her folds to lap at her leaking arousal like a woman starved. You gather her wetness to move up and press your tongue flat against her clit, sucking and lapping at her bud. "Oh fuck baby, doing so good for me," her hips moving up to meet your mouth.

She groaned loudly as you began to hum against her clit, holding her hips tighter as moved down to her entrance again, dipping your tongue to curl into her as your nose moved against her clit, her orgasm quickly approaching from the friction you provided. You moved back up to her clit, knowing just what she needed to be pushed over the edge.

You latched onto her nub, sucking and slightly grazing her with your teeth, humming and pressing into her as she came with a throaty moan, pushing your head deeper into her to draw out as much of her orgasm as possible.

You continued to suck at her for a few moments after, slowly reducing your touch to a few soft kitten licks as her body went limp against the headboard, relaxing fully as you detached your lips from her, rubbing your hands up and down her thighs.

Her thumb wiped the slick that covered your lips and dripped down your chin, grinning at your wrecked state. “Worth the wait ma?” Her smug but somehow genuine demeanor took in the blissed out expression on your face, exhausted from your previous activities.

“Well worth Em, should mess with you more often if this is what happens,” you beamed, only half joking. “Yea right, try that again and I won’t be so nice next time, I could barely make a single shot at practice,” she grumbled, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on your lips, crawling off the bed to grab a washcloth from your joint bathroom. Your reflection had truly served you well today.

[yandere-kittee]

Yandere! Experiment x Scientist!Reader.

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Note: I haven't posted in a long time, so have this as compensation. (I haven't finished writing my smut yet(ू˃̣̣̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣̣̣ ू) )

❦Contains: Yandere behavior, platonic yandere, murder, manipulation, Gn! Reader, You are just called 'Mom'.

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You were horrified by the scene in front of you, even more when the reason for this scene was reaching out to you with such an Innocent smile.

"What's wrong Mom? Shouldn't you be happy that they won't seperate us anymore? " It asked you, staring up at you with blood splattered all over their face, their bloodied hands holding onto your white coat.

Your lips pressed into a thin line as you raised a shaky hand, patting it's head, "Th-That's right, you did such a good job sweetie. " you said with a shaky voice, it was hard not to when you've just been scared out of your wits mind.

It's smile widens and buries it's head against your stomach, most definitely smearing blood onto your clothes, your glad for it because you didn't want them to see tears spill and run down your cheeks.

While they hug you, you had to watch with horrified eyes as you saw all of your colleagues dead mutilated bodies on the floor, blood and guts splattered everywhere, their deaths we're cruel and inhumane as the cause for their deaths hugs you.

This monster.

You honestly should've seen it coming, being nice to one of the experiments that the facility your working for kept, maybe because they resembled that of a child, so you wanted to be more nice to it.

So you treated it like any child you've encountered, you we're gentle and patient unlike the others, you treated it as if it was human, you played with it.

And sometimes you'll sneak it snacks that children around your place often liked.

At first, it was wary of you, because naturally, they haven't had the best treatment from scientists in this facility, they weren't very nice with the experiments, it only seemed natural to treat them as such because they were monsters, made to be weapons of mass destruction.

But within months of treating them like you would a child, they had warmed up to you, seeing you as a Parental Figure, to which the others seemed to notice because they we're more cooperative when you're with them.

And soon enough, they we're now under your care, you became a research scientist with a part time job as a babysitter.

They soon became clingy and didn't want you to leave them, "Don't leave me! " They exclaim while clinging onto your arm in desperation, "I won't be for long, I will just be taking a break and I'll come back. " You said.

"Why not just take it here? You said you wouldn't leave me. " They said, rubbing their face against your arm, Right, you did say that.

"Well, I can't exactly be able to. My lunch box is inside the cafeteria. " You said.

You often give them things you find outside the facility, to give them something that may remind them of the world outside, pretty rocks, flowers, and etc.

Their room became a safe space for the two of you.

Until it wasn't.

"Mom! " They beam, standing up from their position on the floor once you arrive with fresh warm food in your hands, they walk up to you and sniff the food, "What's this one called? " they ask curiously.

"It's carbonara. I found a recipe for it and thought you would like it. " You settle the dish on the table and go to grab plates and utensils, "I always like the things you make me. " They smiles, sitting down on the chair.

"That's great to hear. " You say, opening the drawer of utensils, your eyes landing on the sharp knife hidden away.

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I hope you guys enjoyed this! I quite enjoyed writing this one, anyways, sorry for the late post!

[Requests are open]

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[anyaeras]

request: Could you write a top!Agatha Harkness fic where she gets jealous seeing another girl flirting with reader and Agatha finally takes measures to claim reader as her property?

Teaching a Lesson || A.Harkness

Pairing: Top!Teacher!Agatha x Legal!Student reader

Summery: Y/n had been in a relationship with her Psychology professor Agatha Harkness for a while. Yet when y/n had been getting a bit to close with another student over a group project, Agatha couldn't help but reclaim her property.

Warnings : smut ,, AFAB!reader ,, gender!neutral!pronouns,, legal!age gap ,, teacherXstudent ,, semi!public sex ,, kinda mean!Agatha ,, gagging ,, mommy!kink ,, strap!on sex,, vibrator ,, degrading ,, praising ,, loads of pet names ,, possessive!Agatha ,, light nipple!play

Masterlist @anyaeras

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Sitting behind her desk Agatha finished getting papers ready for her lesson. As the class started to fill in Agatha stood getting started with her lesson on socializing and how it affects the human brain.

As always y/n greeted Agatha with a sweet smile when she walked into the class sitting down at a desk not far off from Agatha desk. The student had been sitting there since the start of the semester. Yet today their was a small change a young girl, she had transferred to Westview college not long ago, now also in the same psychology class had sat down next to Y/n today.

During the whole lesson the girl kept giggling and passing small notes making y/n smile. These actions didn't go unnoticed by Agatha who had cleared her throat to regather the two college students attention.

"May I ask why you two are disrupting my lecture?" Agatha Silk toned voice rang over the class filled with clear annoyance. Y/n quickly shook her head muttering a shy 'Sorry Miss' before trying to ignore the girl who she later learned her name was Kate giggles.

Agatha's lecture came to a lunch break, today being a 3 hour A and B part lesson. Normally y/n would stay with Agatha on lunch yet today Kate invited her to come eat with her and who was y/n to say no. Without much warning y/n left the room leaving Agatha a bit hurt before noticing she had a text from y/n.

"Kate invited me to go grab lunch with her, see you after class? <3" Agatha signed putting her phone down as she worked on her laptop silently until the half hour break came to an end, students filling back into the room.

Agatha carried on staying professional even when Kate and Y/n sneaked in a little late, y/n's face red from embarrassment, while kate just had a smirk on her face as she sat down back in the same seat. Agatha could feel the burning feeling of hate rising inside her as she kept going on.

"As we come to an end for the day. Does anyone have any questions I can clear up?" Agatha asked as she did at the end of every lesson.

"Yes, Miss Harkness. How do crushes affect one's mind in social settings?" Kate asked aloud the statment alone made Agatha scoff yet still staying true to her profession she answer the question.

"Often some may show it by blushing more, giggling or even being kinder to their said crush" Agatha muttered not going into much detail ready for this whole lecture to be over.

Finally it did end yet Kate hung back as y/n always did as they were waiting for Agatha.

"Y/n why don't you come out tonight with me and some friends, the new club downtown? See you at 8?" Kate called out leaving no room for a reply before slipping out of the room.

"I see you've made a new friend?" Agatha voice husked out as she packed up her things

"Oh yeah Kate she was super sweet, we went to a coffee house and-" y/n started to talk about her day yet was cut off by Agatha.

"Why did you come back late? Your face blushing? Did she make you laugh?" Agatha said her voice harsh. The tone alone stunning y/n.

"Agatha it was nothing"

"Just Nothing? she look at you like she wanted to take you right here infront of me!" Agatha snapped harshly stepping forward her hands cupping y/n's jaw.

"Agatha I swear" y/n tried yet it was no use they knew best how Agatha got in situations like this and it was best to just show Agatha that they were hers.

Y/n moved giving Agatha a soft kiss trying to calm her but was met with Agatha returning the kiss much harsher and slightly sloppy. Agatha's hands moved pushing y/n's down to their sides and holding them there.

"Why don't you be good for mommy and wait right here" Agatha purred before moving leaving y/n dazed behind her as she went to lock the classroom door, then moving back to her dark wooden desk opening the bottom draw revealing multiple fun-time toys.

A purple strap and vibrator she moved so that they sat now on top of her desk. The professor smirked at y/n's before giving a simple instruction.

"Go on doll face, strip." Agatha ordered smiling softly when y/n complied like the good little one they were. Their once simple outfit now pooling on the floor below. Left in nothing but a simple black bra and panties.

Reaching down Agatha grabbed some soft rope as she reached over tying y/n's hands behind their back smiling softly at them before giving y/n a sweet kiss.

"Mommy is gonna show you who owns you sweetheart" Agatha said a soft chuckle following behind her words.

"I know you do-" y/n once more was silenced the feeling of Agatha's fingers being shoved into their mouth was all that flooded their senses.

Agatha watched with a smirk as y/n's swirled their toung around her two digits that the dark haired women pressed oh so softly onto their tongue.

"So good for me sweetheart" Agatha purred before gently removing her fingers from y/n's mouth. Dragging her now wet finger down y/n's front stopping to remove the lacy bra letting it simply fall off, Agatha's wet fingers pitching and pulling at y/n's sensitive buds.

A small yelp came from y/n making Agatha stop abruptly.

"Shh my pet. You need to be silent for mommy" Agatha warned, and y/n was aware that it was a warning, next time they slipped up Agatha's would take action to fix their mistakes.

Agatha wet fingers left a trail as she dragged them down toward y/n's center, pulling her panties off in the process putting them on the desk next to them. Pushing y/n so that they were leaning onto the desk as well. Agatha then let her digits slip between her students folds collecting some of their slick.

"You're soaked. Is this for me Or for Kate?" The professor teased making y/n whine slightly at Agatha jealousy yet before they

Could protest anymore Agatha ruthlessly shoved two of her fingers into y/n's entrance, the loud yelp followed by a moan made Agatha tsk with fake pity.

"Sweetheart did I not just tell you to be quite for mommy? Such a dumb slut you are." Agatha said grabbing y/n's panties and shoving them into their mouth as a makeshift gag.

"Much better" the women purred as she fingered y/n's tight cunt.

Agatha used one hand to hold y/n steady trying to keep them standing as she fucked them harshly with her fingers. Her thumb coming up to press onto y/n's clit. Watching as their hips jerk up as a reaction, Agatha could feel y/n's pussy tighten around her fingers as she forced them to take a third stretching them slightly.

"Go ahead I know you wanna cum" She purred watching y/n's legs shake as she started to cum yet right as she was hitting her peak everything stopped, their orgasm ruined.

A whine muffled by the rough fabric which sat in their mouth came from y/n as Agatha ruined the feeling of absolute bliss.

"Aww you didn't really think mommy was going to reward you after you acted like such a slut all day? Silly thing you are" Agatha purred her breath hot on y/n's ear due to how close Agatha stood. The professor moved and readjusted y/n pushing her over the dark oak desk leaving her face down and ass up.

"Now why don't you show mommy that you can be good and not just a dumb little whore, don't cum without permission" Agatha said starting her sentence so sweetly, but ending quite bitter.

Agatha took the base of the purple silicon strap running it down y/n's dripping folds letting their pussy get the toy wet. Slipping it into Y/n's hole Agatha herself moaned at the sight.

"Your hungry pussy is taking me so well, greedy cunt" Agatha teased before starting to rut her hips into y/n's frame, thrusting hard enough that the desk moved slightly below them. Agatha held her hand over y/n's mouth pushing the makeshift gag deeper into the submissives mouth keeping them silent.

"Aww do you need to cum. Why don't you prove how much your mine and cum?" Agatha purred her other hand grabbing a vibrator from the side of the two, placing it against y/n's clit. Watching as their legs shook violently underneath them.

"Mommy can I cum?" Y/n's voice was muffled and distorted as they begged behind Agatha's hand.

"Go ahead, cum" as the few words of permission slipped off Agatha's tongue y/n fell to mush, rolling over her climax. Agatha supported y/n's weight yet didn't once stop even turning the vibrator up as she held it firmly to the students small bundle of nerves watching with a sly smirk as they got overstimulated, tears fell down y/n's face as the gag muffled her pleads for mercy.

"Come one show me how good of a slut you are for me give me another one baby" Agatha grunted out between her harsh trust, and within minutes y/n was releasing again. This time making a mess on the strap which sat nestled inside her from behind.

"You did so good for me sweetheart. How about we head home and get cleaned up" Agatha said softly praising y/n as she removed her cock from y/n's cunt. Cleaning up around them before pulling the soaking wet panties out of y/n's mouth as well.

"Let's head home and get you all cleaned up" Agatha said yet she watched as y/n's legged shook below them when they tried to take just a single step.

"Aww poor baby let mommy help you, looks like you won't be able to go out with Kate tonight you can't even walk" Agatha said with fake pity before helping y/n out of the classroom. So that they could enjoy their evening at home. Without any Kate of course.

[sceletaflores]

•｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ wip wednesday!

thanks for the tag @guiltyasdave <3

wip #1 • SINK IN MY WITH YOUR DOG TEETH!

there's something off with logan...

this is the feral!logan fic that won the last poll i posted. i'm almost done with it, literally all i need to do is finish up the smut but it's been kicking my ass every single time i try and sit down to actually finish it :))) which is so great and fun for me :)))

The energy in the room crackles like a storm about to break, and you feel it in your bones, in the way your skin prickles under his gaze. "I was only gone for an hour," you say, your voice measured, careful. "You were still asleep when I left, I didn’t want to wake you."  You chance a glance over your shoulder, and the sight of him steals the air from your lungs. Logan hasn’t moved an inch from his perch on the edge of the bed, but the sheer force of his presence keeps you rooted in place, heart hammering in your chest. “Hmm, that’s real sweet, baby,” he drawls, sitting up straighter now, leaning forward. The motion makes him seem larger somehow, shoulders broad and imposing in the dim light. His tongue drags slowly across his bottom lip, and the way his gaze rakes over you feels like a physical touch, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Your fingers still in the drawer, fabric slipping from your grasp as your pulse pounds in your ears. You can’t bring yourself to look away from him, caught in the snare of his sharp, predatory focus. You turn slowly, arms falling to hang limply at your sides. "I wasn't gone long." Logan tilts his head, a low, amused sound rumbling in his chest as he rises to his feet with a fluid, deliberate ease that makes your stomach flip. “Didn’t feel that way to me, darlin’.” His voice is a low, gravelly purr, sending a shiver down your spine. “Felt like forever.” His eyes never leave yours as he crosses the room, the green completely swallowed by the dark black of his pupils as they seep into the color like oil spilling out over the surface of a lake. You’ve never seen him like this before, so hungry. "Logan," you say slowly, back pressed tightly against your dresser. "You're really starting to freak me out."  Logan hums idly, head cocked to the side as he watches you. "I can hear your heartbeat."  His tone is calmer now, but there’s still a dangerous edge to it, like a knife pressed just lightly enough against the skin not to break it. Your pulse races, heat simmering in your stomach despite the slight edge of fear clawing its way through your chest. He stops in front of you, close enough that his scent invades your senses strong enough to make your knees feel like they’re about to buckle beneath you. “There’s nothin’ to be scared of baby,” he mutters quietly, thick arms coming up to cage you against the dresser. 

wip #2 • ALL THAT GLITTERS...

a billionaire walks into your job, and then into your apartment…

omg...a bruce wayne fic? yeah i don't know either...i just got way too into the dc universe by accident and had one (1) single idea that i thought fit his character too well to not write it. will i actually ever post this? i don't know. am i having fun with it anyway? yes, maybe a little too much fun. don't read into it i'm just throwing this at the wall because it's plagued my mind for days.

You snort, shaking your head as you walk down the hall, but you can't help the way your mind starts wandering. Maybe Rachel is right, was that your big moment? The story you'd pass down to your grandchildren once you got old enough that your filter had gone? "Yes, it's true, grandma had one crazy night with the Bruce Wayne." You shake your head, dispelling all thoughts of what might have happened had you not spent the whole lunch nervously poking at a way too overpriced plate of pasta and shoving your own foot in your mouth. Bruce—Mr. Wayne—clearly felt some kind of pity towards you that day. He was known for his charitableness, helping you score that holiday bonus and taking you out was just that—charity. You had to admit it was good press, a good headline to splash across the magazines he frequented. You could see it so clearly in your mind. BILLIONAIRE PLAYBOY BRUCE WAYNE CHARMS BUMBLING SALES GIRL WITH LUXURY LUNCH! HEART OF GOLD, OR JUST ANOTHER PR STUNT? You sigh, the memory of his perfectly polite smile gnawing at you. He didn’t look uncomfortable, though. If anything, he seemed...amused. Not in the cruel, condescending way you feared, but in the same way someone might look at a puppy struggling to climb a too-tall staircase. Endearing, maybe, but ultimately a fleeting novelty. It wasn’t like the Bruce—Mr. Wayne—was secretly harboring some deep, hidden interest in you. He’d paid for lunch, helped you out with a well-placed favor, and probably forgot about you the moment he left the restaurant. A man like him doesn't chase after someone like you. He chases after pretty trust fund babies, A-list actresses, supermodels. Not women working commission at Harrow & Bloom that live in broken down apartment complexes where there's only one elevator that's been out of order since you moved in. And honestly? That was fine. Better, even. You didn't need that kind of stress in your life, the stress of being thrown off the deep end and into the public eye all because you were photographed on your solemn walk of shame out of Wayne Manor. You were over it. Completely over it. That's what you tell yourself as your wrench the door open with a little more force than necessary and— And Bruce Wayne is on the other side, standing in the hallway of your shitty apartment complex in a perfectly pressed suit looking extremely out of place. Bruce Wayne is on the other side of your door. The door that you slam right back shut directly in his face just as he opens his mouth to speak. What the fuck?

kisses!

i know it's not wednesday anymore...but i'll tag some beloved mutuals anyway! sorry if you've been tagged already <3

no pressure tags! @ebodebo @artemis-b-writes @elflutter @eupheme @javier-pena @raeinyourdreams @moonlight-prose @silverskyeline @superhoeva

[justzluv]

Teachers favourite pt.1

Pairing: Mr.Miller (Millers Girl) X f!reader

Tags: NSFW(in the later chapter), Age Gap(reader is 18 Mr.Miller about 50), porn with plot(more tags will be added a soon as the chapter contains smut

word count: 834 ( short ikkkk)

It is early in the morning, one can hear the rain dripping from the windows in the classroom. Sitting there with my legs crossed, reading, I hear the classroom door open quietly. A man walks in, the wooden flooring creaks under his slow, but heavy steps. He arrives at his desk and turns around to face me, "Who are you?" he asks me with a stern look on his face as he leans onto his desk. I give him a soft smile and answer him "I'm Y/N", his eyes wander over my face as I answer him.

"I´m Mr.Miller" he pauses for a second looking directly into my eyes and moving closer to my desk. "Are you new in town?", "No, just wanted to take a course this year that is demanding", I can see a faint smile on his face as I answer him. "well I'm glad to have you here but I'm sorry to tell you are a bit early", "oh I don't mind, I knew about that ,he chuckles to himself that moment the school bell rings and the doors swing open Ii turn around to see other students rushing into the classroom.

After the lessons ended he calls me to his desk, "Here's the book list for this year's curriculum " he hands me a piece of paper and I let out a small laugh, "what is it?" he asked me with a confused smile on his face. "I've already read the whole list", "All 20 of them?", "i don't sleep" I answer him with a smile. "your impressive" he answers me, " i except a lot of great things from you" he smirks, "sure do" i answer him with a smile and walk out of the classroom.

As the weeks pass by, Mr.Miller and I grow a lot closer, from the little smiles and looks he gives me during class, to the cigarettes we share during the lunch break. Every time I see his face, his figure leaning against a wall or I catch him stealing looks at me it feels like the room is spinning like someone is hitting me into my stomach with full force, my knees start to feel wobbly and I need to catch my breath. Does he feel the same?

During one of our annual shared cigarette breaks on the bench behind the football field, he suddenly speaks up, "About that midterm paper" "What about it" I answer him as I turn my head to fully look at him. "How about I give you the assignment early?" he says while grinning at me through his sunglasses, "Are you giving me special treatment?", he nods and takes a drag from his cigarette as he gives me a look that has something seductive about it, "Thank you Mr.Miller" his name rolls over my tongue, and for a couple of seconds we just look into each other's eyes. "so what's the assignment," I ask after a few moments of silence, he looks startled like he was just woken up out of a trance, "yeah sure of course, you're supposed to write a short story in the style of your favorite author".

I see Mr.Miller less and less in the last two weeks before the winter break, we don't share cigarettes anymore during the lunch break and we also don't talk before and after my lessons with him, I'm so caught up with the assignment. I miss him, i miss the way the smoke would escape his lips, the way he would place his hands on my shoulder and the way he would say my name.

I turned in the midterm paper during winter break via mail, no response. As soon as I step foot into school the first day after winter break he calls me into his classroom, he seems angered. "what is it, Mr.Miller?" I ask him with an innocent look, "What the fuck did you write there ?" he points to my assignment on his desk as he takes a few steps closer to me, "I did what you asked of me" I answer as I walk towards him, I've never heard him swear before. "your assignment was not to write porn" I can see his cheeks flush as he says that, I step closer to him so that now our faces are only inches apart. "look you're a talented young girl, but I did not expect this when you said your favorite author is Henry Miller, this is unacceptable" he gives me that stern look again he gave me at the beginning of the school year, but now that look has a tad of lust in it, a touch excitement and fascination. "You have to rewrite this," he tells me "Or what?" I answer him with a dumbfounded look on my face, I notice his eyes switching between my lips and my eyes, while it seems like his body is pulling towards me he raises his hand to hold the side of my head.

[gyusimp]

hiii,

first of all I LOVE your work and your writing, it’s incredible how you capture your writing and I find your gyutaro fics to be very spicy yet creative.

I would love if you could make a college fic (or a high school fic, which ever one your comfortable with) where the reader is a shy, nerdy girl who has volunteered to work at the library during summer break at night time. As they’re working they bend over to fix the printer and get stuck or they ask gyutaro to hold some cords so they can reach into the printer to fix something inside the cabinet.

anyways use your imagination I know you wont let me down <3

°•Library nights with Gyutaro•° (Nsfw)

Thank you so much sweet little anon! I'm glad you like my horny nonsense lol. You said you liked spicy so I took the liberty of making your request NSFW since you didn't specify, but if you had something fluff and SFW in mind please don't hesitate to tell me and I'll rewrite a version for everyone, ok? 🍬

⚠️WARNINGS: NSFW content | Smut content | Kimetsu Gakuen AU but both are adults for some reason | MINORS DNI!

Art credits: @ bluethebone on IG

Summer vacation was just around the corner at Kimetsu Gakuen. Some teachers would take turns to rest and to work on planning their classes and some projects for when the students had returned, some students would even take turns to support the teachers in their tasks. It was a task that no one wanted to do, besides you, the only ones who accepted were a red-haired boy with flashy earrings, another with long black hair with mint eyes and a little black-haired girl with blue eyes and a soft voice. It wasn't because your greatest desire in life was to help the teachers, you found out that extra points would be given in some subjects and that would help you maintain a good average in your classes as you did until now, besides, your mother was all day at work just like your dad so being at home all day would be quite boring.

That led you to volunteer as an assistant at the school. Principal Amane introduced you to your classmates and assigned each of them a time and place where they would be collaborating. Tanjiro would help with some repairs inside the cafeteria, Muichiro would be in the playground and gym, Makomo would be in Kimetsu Elementary, and you would be in the library. The others seemed to be very nice and they were, they all ate together with you at lunch time and as the days went by you became very close, Tanjiro even brought you all some cookies from his family's bakery. Today you would be on the afternoon shift, after another boy named Murata joined the volunteering later, you would take turns with him to help in the library. The afternoon shift was very quiet, generally you only had to organize books in their areas, clean and keep everything in its place, you even took the liberty of listening to some music on your airphones and reading a book that was of interest to you .

Today you would continue reading that romantic novel you found yesterday but when you arrived your plans changed. You entered the library with your things, it was always empty but today you found someone inside, a student. And not just any student, it was Gyutaro Shabana.

The guy was known as a delinquent within the school, he always spent time in detention or causing problems for students and teachers, especially the art teacher. Despite that, you embarrassingly had to admit that you found him quite attractive despite his reputation and everyone else thinking otherwise so your heart skipped a beat when you found him here and saw how he examined you from head to toe with one look

"H-hello," You barely said, entering and walking towards your spot at the library reception.

The boy didn't respond, he simply continued doing his thing next to a pile of books and sheets on the table, biting a pencil between his crooked teeth. You couldn't stand it, being so close to Shabana made you nervous. You tried to do anything to keep yourself busy but at the same time admire him from a distance. His hunched posture working in the chair, his blue eyes looking down and his thin fingers writing notes in hasty and poorly legible handwriting. The guy had something that made him uniquely attractive, interesting, sexy in your opinion. Doubt gnawed at you to know what he was doing here on vacation, but it wasn't until the next day that you dared to ask him.

"Summer school and shit" he replied.

Gyutaro was very intelligent but very lazy at times so that led him to get unsatisfactory grades and having to attend remedial classes during the vacations. He thought the same thing happened to you but he didn't hesitate to shamelessly mock you when you told him that you helped the school of your own free will. According to him it was the most pathetic decision he had ever seen someone make in their life. His comments were cruel like a joke but you didn't dislike it at all, you usually joke in a similar way with your closest friends so the time you started spending with Gyutaro wasn't anything new or offensive. You spent this entire week talking to him, he told you that he preferred to go to school in the afternoon since in the morning he was in charge of spending time with his sister and preparing lunch for both of them, then his mother would come home after work and she would take care of Ume while he studied here. Well, in theory, Gyutaro ended up procrastinating most of the time in the library after his math classes with Mr. Shinazugawa, on more than one occasion you found him asleep on the table, playing something on his cell phone or worse, watching videos too spicy even if you were around; you had to call his attention after a woman's moan broke out in the middle of the silence of the library when he thought his airphones were connected to his cell phone.

It was Monday again but this week you wouldn't be seeing Gyutaro because Murata would cover the morning shift, your shift was from 7:00 am - 2:00 Gyutaro's classes started at 3:00 pm then one more hour in the library until he got tired and went home so you could only talk to him via text. Yes, you gave him your contact and he gave you his, which is very unusual for him unless he really likes someone but either way neither of you ended up writing anything to the other. Embarrassment consumed you when you opened his chat so you preferred to talk to him until next week in person. Next monday arrived and you were eager to see him, your heart was beating a mile an hour and as soon as you entered you took care of greeting him and sitting next to him at the usual table, that was the same until Wednesday. On Thursday you were planning to do the same but your plans were affected. Mr. Rengoku needed some printed handouts with readings, exercises and questions for his students in the summer school History class, the man arrived with a smile before going home that day and handed you a USB with the document to to print 20 brochures for tomorrow. Each brochure had approximately 12 pages so your entire afternoon had been taken up next to the printer thanks to the young blond man with the loud voice, you got to work so you wouldn't have to stay late.

From time to time Gyutaro would get up from his chair to hover near you and ask you what the hell you were doing, why you were surrounded by sheets, a whole valley of paper around you. You explained as you organized everything on the computer and programmed the 20 copies on the printer. The device was not very recent and you had to monitor each of the sheets that came out so that it worked correctly until the most feared thing happened. The paper jammed. You tried with your life to move and fix it but the damn thing just didn't obey your orders so you swallowed your shame and went to find Gyutaro to give you a hand.  Both of you examined the machine, checking inputs, cables and so on until it made a very strange robotic noise. 

"Some printers open from the back, have you checked there?" Gyutaro asked while checking some cables.

"You're right, not yet." Gyutaro moved the device to give you access to the back, you leaned over the wooden furniture and began to look for a door or removable piece to unclog the paper.

Gyutaro was trying to help you by checking cables and other things until he finally got grumpy and gave up before smashing the printer against the wall. He took a couple steps back and crossed his arms as he watched you, cursing on the other side. His eyes were on the printer but then they went to your hair, to your arms moving repetitively, to your legs and the pressure that your white stockings caused on your thigh fat and then to your skirt, your butt peeking out shamelessly from under it and it seemed like you didn't know it. The movements you made made Gyutaro's mind fly much further, Shabana is an undoubtedly perverted guy and that was not a secret to anyone. A pressure began to build under his pants, colliding with the beige fabric of his uniform, making him walk towards you and was about to grab your waist with both hands, but he was interrupted by your voice.

"I got it!" You said excitedly, after hearing the printer return to work.

You sorted the paper and made sure to count the pages to resume printing, you were about to return to your chair but Gyutaro cornered you against the desk with both arms next to your hips, it made you very nervous seeing him so close.

"Wow, you have very skillful hands..." he said, smiling at you with many hints.

You didn't know what to do, were you imagining everything? Your cheeks burned in a second and something inside you made you play along.

"I know, I know how to do some things."

Gyutaro smiled mischievously at you, looked at you from head to toe and dared to caress your leg, bringing one hand to your butt under your uniform skirt.

"Really? Why don't you show me instead of bragging, huh?" He said, lifting you onto the desk with both hands, positioning himself between your legs.

Something warmed inside you, the speed in your chest made you smile back at him and grab him by the back of his neck to kiss him on the lips as he approached you. Gyutaro kissed you with desperation and inexperience but that didn't mean it didn't feel fucking good, the blue-eyed boy licked every part of your mouth, kissed your neck and left wet, hungry marks on your collarbones while making you choke on moans when he rubbed his member in the middle of your thighs.

"G-Gyutaro...someone could come." You said, trying to push him away and make him see reason.

"Do you think anyone is still here?" He scoffed. "Don't be stupid, that's why teachers offer high scores if you come to volunteer, everyone is at home while the stupid students do the work they should." He huffed between kisses on your neck.

"B-but, what if a student comes?" Your voice sounded worried despite the desire in it.

"Then they will learn not to mess with my woman."

Hearing him say that turned you on so much, you didn't know if it was because Gyutaro was also aroused that he said that but without a doubt that he claimed you as his without giving a damn about the others turned you to a pulp in his arms. 

Gyutaro's hands went to your shirt to get rid of your green tie and open each of your buttons to leave more desperate, wet kisses on your breasts, leaving red marks on your soft skin and shiny trails of his hot saliva, you grabbed his shoulders and you unbuttoned his shirt too to see his torso. He looked like a very thin boy, actually, his waist was quite small but his chest and arms were very strong. You brought both hands to his chest and caressed him sensually, lightly running your nails over him and playing with his nipples while he devoured you with kisses and nibbled you, with his hands never leaving your butt under your skirt for a second, playing with the lace of your panties. You leaned a little to kiss his neck and trapezius, Gyutaro's collarbones were very pronounced and while you licked his skin in the middle of kisses, you moved your hands towards his back to grab his butt and try to put your hands under his pants but he quickly stopped you. He grabbed both your hands tightly and didn't allow you to move forward.

"I thought you wanted me to show you my skills," you told him, mockingly.

"I changed my mind. I'll show you, okay?" He spoke firmly and authoritatively, making your panties wet.

Gyutaro brushed the hair from your neck and kissed your shoulders roughly until he slowly pushed you to lie down on the desk, leaving your legs dangling. Your hands tangled in his greenish curls, you couldn't help but moan at every touch of his long fingers, he lifted your skirt up to the top of your thighs and began to unbutton his belt and pants until he left his naked member exposed. Looking down and noticing how big he was, the blue eyed boy spit into his palm and began pumping his cock so it dripped more between his fingers, eager to fill you completely. Seeing the "V" shaped lines on Gyutaro's abdomen just above his member made you shiver with pleasure, just below his navel you could see a small trail of black hair. You desperately hoped that Gyutaro would take off your panties or you would do it yourself but when you saw his hand reach towards your core and feel his fingers sliding down your slit it was a much bigger relief. Gyutaro was aware of the risk that someone could get in, so he decided to leave your panties in place and just move them to the side with his index finger, watching with desire how wet you were and how you filled his fingers with small, slippery transparent threads.

"I bet you're really tight." He told you, licking his fingers and pulling your panties aside again.

Gyutaro stimulated your hole with his fingers with a couple of movements but when he felt your soft walls taking him warmly, his ambition made him take his cock and insert it directly into you, making you moan loudly, arching your back, instinctively opening your legs wider to receive him. You could feel Gyutaro stretching you, your moans accompanied his gasps and the sound of the printer doing its job, your uniform was a complete hindrance to both of you until you changed positions and Gyutaro put you face down on the desk. He entered you again and gave you a couple of spanks making you gasp his name.

"I love how you beg for me, you nerdy little bitch." He hissed, drunk with pleasure.

Gyutaro's moans were increasing, he took the audacity to lower his hands to your chest and put both hands inside your bra to massage your breasts while he fucked you. Your legs fought to keep you firm but each thrust weakened you more, you felt your clit throb and your hole get wetter and wetter until a lot of wet sounds filled the library, sweat ran under your knees and you felt drops running between your thighs without stopping, you didn't know if they were your juices. You clenched roughly making Gyutaro moan and curse, picking up speed as you were hit by your orgasm, an electrifying and abundant one that left you trembling beneath him, creating a slippery ring around Gyutaro's cock inside your swollen pussy. You were empty-minded, blinded by lust until you suddenly felt empty all of a sudden. You looked back and realized that Gyutaro had cum all over your thighs and part of the desk. So he pulled out of you before his orgasm.

Gyutaro was agitated just like you, his chest rising and falling and his bangs falling messily over his sweaty forehead, the perfect feeling of your tight pussy still had him seeing stars. You composed yourself and organized your panties and uniform, you noticed that even the 20 pamphlets had finished printing so you reluctantly organized them to finish stapling them tomorrow.

Your face began to burn, becoming aware of what had just happened, you didn't know if Gyutaro had done this because he was simply horny or because he actually liked you. It was something that you would analyze with your pillow tonight so you preferred to say goodbye to him briefly.

"See you tomorrow." You said, grabbing your things.

Gyutaro didn't say anything, he left his backpack where it was and began to walk towards you without taking his eyes off you, for a second you thought he was going to kill you until he took you by the waist and gave you a kiss on the lips, slowly and delicious making you melt again.

"We just fucked and that's all you're saying?" He scoffed, making you blush. "I love you as much as I love your pussy, stupid girl. At least say 'thank you' or some shit."

"I-I... me too- i mean...ok."

Gyutaro couldn't help but laugh at your inability to speak and the deep red painting your face, he finds you very adorable. "Next time we can do it completely naked, okay?" Gyutaro said, giving you a small spank.

That night he offered to take you home on his motorcycle.

[sweetracha]

Hi sweet peach! It’s 🧋 from your other account! I hope you’re resting after working hard! Here’s a soft and smutty thought for you!

Just Felix helping you unwind after a hard day. He puts your favorite kitten collar on you before letting you hump his pillow all while praising you before getting behind you to join the humping. You both rock your hips and bounce on the soft surface til you both spoil his pillow.

He’s just so sweet to you 💜

okay okay okay...god this has been on my mind since you sent it. Everyday I think about it at least once...thats not a joke.

Ive been wanting to write a longer fic with it, hence why it has been sitting so long. Today is my last day of freedom so I knew I wanted to get this idea out there to the world.

Don't be surprised if a longer Felix fic uses this plot.

Pillow Talk

Sugar Content: Spicy Sweet (SMUT!), Sugary Sweet (Fluff)

Allergy Warning: Switch! Felix (Dom lean), Switch! Reader (Sub lean), Pet Play (Outfit and nicknames), Pillow Riding, Praise, Felix Watches, Dry Humping?, Soft Smut with Felix

Felix knew today was going to be a rough one for you. With your recent promotion to manager, and then lack of training for the position, he knew the pressure the company was putting on you. When you texted him on your break you explained how you were about to break down from it all. Then on your lunch when you called he could hear the sniffles from a post-sob session. Felix couldn't fix it right now, as much as he wanted to. However, he could make your night as enjoyable as possible.

You stumbled through the front door. Your outfit was disheveled in stark comparison to how you left this morning. The cry that left you once you removed your shoes alerted Felix that you were home.

"Is that my pretty kitty?" The sunshine smile appeared around the corner and out of the hallway.

"It's something anyways," you remarked back. The stern glare you got in return surprised you.

Felix and you were known to play around in your free time. Trying every kink at least once. He was quick to learn you leaned a bit more towards the submissive side, especially after a hard day. Kitten was his power move. One or two mentions of the nickname and you were a puddle at his feet.

"You know I don't like it when you say stuff like that" Felix tilted your chin up so you could look him in the eyes. "Now what are you?"

"A pretty kitty"

"A who's are you?" You searched his eyes for the dynamic of tonight before answering.

"I am master's" Felix's low hum approved of your choices.

He led you into the shared bedroom where he helped you change out of your work clothes and into something more comfortable. This being one of his long tee shirts and a pair of you panties that made him go crazy. Felix sat you down at the edge of the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. Once he was back you saw the brush and make-up wipes he was holding.

"Close your eyes, kitten. Good girl" He gently removed your make-up before fixing your hair.

Your eyes began to part open but the action was quickly stopped.

"Eyes closed. Don't make me say it again. Obey what your owner tells you, kitten. You know the rules." Usually, his voice held a level of scary authority when he reprimanded you but something about this was different. It was soft, almost like a gentle reminder if nothing else.

Soon enough you felt something clip into your hair, then another. The jingling sound is what put it all together. It wrapped around your throat just tight enough that you felt some pressure. A warm feeling ran through your body as you slipped deeper into the comforting fuzz. You already knew what it all was.

"Open your eyes kitten"

You opened them to see your reflection in the mirror. Perfectly shaped cat ears were nestled into your hair, and the blue bows at the base matched the ones on your panties. It complimented nicely with your baby blue collar. A single bell hung from the bow in the middle along with a tag that had Felix's name and contact information.

"Sweet kitten, look at you" the rumble in his tone almost mimicked a purr. "So soft baby, my tiny little thing. You look so precious, but you know that right? You know you are my favorite pet. Now let your owner treat you, you've been so good after all."

Felix propped up his pillow on the bed after folding it in half. He made quick work of your panties, but instead of tossing them somewhere random, he stashed them away for later. He picked you up with ease and placed you right on the fold. The crease of the pillow met your clit and made you moan instantly.

"My kitten is already purring. She must be so sensitive today" Felix soothed you as he took a seat just across from where you were. From here he had a perfect view of your face, but also of your ass in the vanity.

"Go on baby. Be a good kitten and hump master's pillow"

And so you did. Back and forth your hips rocked against the silk covering. You squeezed your thighs closer together to try and gain more friction. The speed you set was desperate and wild. Usually, sex with Felix was graceful and methodical, like his dancing. Tonight, however, you acted on instinct.

It has been over 30 minutes and you could feel yourself getting closer. You were right on the edge of sweet relief but you couldn't quite get there. You wailed out in hopelessness. When you opened your eyes to beg Felix for something more he was gone.

Then the sound of a zipper was heard behind you, along with the removal of his boxers. A hand cupped your face before a body could be felt behind you. Felix straddled the pillow and spooned himself up to you.

"Hips up kitten" Felix commanded with a few taps to your exposed skin. Once up, you felt some shifting behind you. Felix lowered your hips once more. But instead of feeling silk, you felt skin.

Felix had his bare cock slotted under you, trapping it between your pussy and the pillow. The cool silk and your hot skin sent Felix into a dizzying spiral.

"Hump, Kitten" Was all he said before his hands helped you move again.

This is what you needed to be pushed over the edge. The head of his cock slammed repeatedly into your clit. Soon enough the stimulation took over your body as you shook violently.

Felix wasn't doing much better. After about 3 rotations he was ready to cum, already staining his cover with pre-cum. He tried to keep his Dom composer but the whines that left his throat were failing him. His nails dug into your hips as he tried to hold on for dear life. Once he felt your thighs quake it was over.

Both of you came with a crying moan, one high-pitched and the other low. You slumped back into Felix as his chest breathed unsteady breaths. A gentle kiss is placed on the back of your head.

"My sweet kitten"

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[littledollll]

Hello! I really love everything you write, I know you must be busy but I have this scenario in my head that won't really leave me alone. It's a Larissa Weems x Reader angst with a happy ending and possibly smut? In my head it starts with unrequited love, reader is pining and courting Larissa, but L continues to reject r until r decides to slowly pull away and overall avoid her. Then groveling and pining Larissa, please give it a happy ending! Oh and if you can make it a smut with sub L, that would be so wonderful! Only if you want! Oh and if you decide that you can't or don't want to do this, it's completely fine! I hope you're doing okay!

Call it revenge

Larissa Weems x reader

A/n: two posts in one day!? What is this! Idk how long ago I got this I’m so sorry, I was looking though my inbox and saw this I just knew I had to write it!

Warnings: unrequited love at first (both sides at different times), pinning, flirting, SMUTTT, vibrators, begging, edging

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“If that Addams girl is making your life impossible I’d be happy to offer some stress relief, Ms. Weems” you had come in to hand over some files she requested, and saw Wednesday walking out of the office with a proud look on her face, clearly she had gotten under Larissa’s skin.

“Thank you for bringing this in, you may leave.” She didn’t even bother to look up at you before dismissing you, you replied with a quiet “of course.” And walked away.

Your attraction to Larissa was no secret, of course you kept an air of professionalism around staff and students but in the rare moments you two found yourselves alone together you were more than open about how you felt.

“You look beautiful as ever Principal weems, I hope your day is as lovely as I find you.” you wouldn’t fail to give her a compliment whenever you ran into eachother in the halls. Larissa would offer you a smile and continue with her day.

It was shameless flirting and flattering compliments Larissa would only smile at, or scoff and then walk away, she didn’t really acknowledge it further than that. She knew it was more than joking around, of course she knew. But in her mind a relationship like this, teacher and principal, could never happen.

“I’m going to that new fancy restaurant in town for lunch today, just to try it out. I was wondering if you’d join me?” Your voice and face were full of hope, and Larissa had to prepare herself to strip it all away with a sigh. “I don’t think that would be appropriate. But enjoy your lunch, miss.”

“It’s just lunch, principal. But as you wish, I’ll be there anyways if you decide to show up.” Just like she expected and much to her dismay, all the excitement drained from your face. You replied monotone and tired, walking away.

She never showed to reciprocate your feelings and you seemed content with just making her smile until a few weeks ago. Now you were getting tired of the constant heartache, it was time to pull back, give up. In truth Larissa wanted nothing more than to give into your antics. And your heart would ache, smile would break, after she turned and walked away or dismissed you.

Eventually you did tired of this. Larissa would always have your heart despite how she treated you, but you couldn’t continue chasing after somebody so unwilling to even notice you.

You forced yourself to move on, step one with that? Cut contact. You only saw eachother in meetings and occasionally in the hallways, though after so long you knew which paths to take to avoid her best. If something was requested of you, you’d send it with a student, as you did with papers, messages and requests.

Larissa took notice of this. Of course she did. Your flirting and compliments had become part of her every day, she didn’t show or say it but it made her beyond happy, so of course it hit her when it all suddenly stopped. Usually you’d take any excuse to be with her at all and even more in her office, but now you avoided her like the plague, it had been weeks since she actually interacted with you.

It’s surprising, what it takes for somebody to notice that maybe you do want somebody in your life, that you crave and appreciate their presence. For her it was this, but maybe it was too late. She would sure as hell try to win you back anyways.

She’d purposely run into you now, give you that beautiful smile you always longed to see, and started it all with a simple “goodmorning” or “have a nice day, darling.” She knew how you felt for her, she knew it would work, slowly, but it would work.

You couldn’t avoid her anymore, she made it impossible. After that she started asking for you directly, making it clear that sending a student wouldn’t work. “It’s so nice to see you, love” always how she greeted you when you showed up in her office.

She’d call you out and specially ask for your opinion during meetings, the attention you were getting from her was more than you could ever wished for, it was working.

Until one say she called you into her office just to start conversation, something she had taken up on doing for the past few weeks. Only she didn’t expect you to come in upset and ready for confrontation.

“What’s your angle here, Larissa. First you pay no attention to me, for fucks sake you’d barely acknowledge I exist, then you reject me every chance you get, and now you start showing interest? What do you want? Do you just miss the attention?” She was shocked. That’s not at all what she wanted you to think, truly she hadn’t noticed how much she truly hurt you, of course she didn’t. She was too busy worried about what everyone else would think, instead of worrying about how you felt.

“No, no. That’s not it at all. Please, let me explain.” With a sigh you sat down on one of the armchairs and waited for her to speak. The only reason it hurt so much was because no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t get over your stupid crush on her, so why not give her a chance to explain?

“I’ve been cold, mean, dismissive, I know that. And I couldn’t possibly excuse that but maybe if you just knew why, you could give me a chance- to maybe take you up on all those past offers, a chance to have us be more than employee and boss, and maybe even more than friends. If you’re still interested?” You’ve never seen Larissa so nervous, maybe that’s what helped you decide, it showed she really did care about making things right.

“Go ahead then.” You really tried to act uninterested but Larissa could see right through it, it made her happy, maybe there was still hope and she did have a chance.

“I’ve always appreciated your words. They made my day, as did your presence when you showed up around the office and always made one of your flirty remarks, trust me they didn’t go ignored in my head.” That made you smile, but you decided to contain it, you were still mad at her after all.

“Truth is I was afraid of what others would think because of the nature of what a relationship between us would be. I am truly sorry I never showed much interest, and even pushed you away every chance id get, it was immature of me to not just talk to you about this before, but that’s why I’m doing it now.”

You’ve never been one to care much about what people think, but it is true that Larissa has always been all about appearances, she cares deeply about this school and her job, it makes sense why she would be so hesitant. You can excuse that.

“I did- I do, want us maybe give things a try. But I only really noticed how much I wanted that when you tired and walked away. It’s why I’ve been trying to make up for all the things I should’ve been doing months ago. I apologize it took me so long to realize, and I apologize I didn’t even stop to think about how I could’ve hurt and confused you.”

That was it, the full confession was out. It was quiet for a moment, Larissa was anxiously bouncing her knee that was thankfully hidden behind her desk as she waited for a response. You seemed to be busy lost in your own mind, and Larissa wasn’t going to push, after all she had no right, not after everything she has and hasn’t done.

“I forgive you, I understand why you were hesitant, and I know how distance can make you come to realize things you never had before.” Larissa looked relieved and she was about to speak before you continued, “you’re also right on the fact you didn’t stop to think about the effects of your actions on me, but again, I forgive you.”

“Could I possibly make it up to you, darling? You deserve more than a simple apology.” There was nothing innocent about that statement, but you weren’t complaining. “Actually yes, come over, you’ll make it up to me tonight.”

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The second you two ran over boundaries you stated two rules: One, she wasn’t allowed to touch you. Two, she wasn’t allowed to make demands.

Larissa wasn’t sure exactly what she was expecting but it most certainly wasn’t this. It was torture to say the least.

“ohh please. please, touch me." That whining wasn’t getting her anywhere, it hadn’t for the past hour and it most certainly wouldn’t now. Maybe she expected you to give into her easily but this was a punishment, this was your way of getting revenge. “I am touching you.”

You held the vibrator against her clit until her moans got louder, puffy cunt clenching around nothing, begging to be stuffed as you pressed the toy against her slick entrance and moved it back to her tortured clit. You told her this was all she’d get, yet she whined and begged for more, you answer was still no.

“M-more please I need more. I’m sorry- please, I’m sorry” it was music to your ears, the sound of her begging for more, begging for you. Still, you weren’t feeling very generous today. “You take what you’re given, stop complaining because you’re coming like this or not at all. Quickly, chose.”

She cried into the bed, hips stuttering but pushing onto the vibrator. She made her choice. Her thighs were shaking and slick with her wetness running down them, and you turned the toy to its highest settings forcing a sob from Larissa as she finally reached her release.

She was reduced to pants and whines has her needy hips continued grinding against the toy. You allowed her that, little by little lowering the strength of the vibrations to help her ride her high until she again stuttered away from you, that was your queue to pull away.

You planted soft kisses up her spine until you reached her neck. Murmuring praises into her skin as your savored every bit of her. You felt her sigh, eyes shutting blissfully, basking in the warmth of your touch, in your gentle care.

You took note of how she remained ready for you, her knees against the bed, hips up. “Lay down, beautiful, let your body rest.” She complied with a whine, that was really it, you weren’t lying when you said that was all you’d give her. Though she was satisfied, she still aches to feel you inside of her. Perhaps another day.

“You’re mean, so mean.” She said, and her exhaustion was clear in her voice. You chuckled, laying down and pulling her on top of you. “I’m the mean one? This is payback for all your rejection, call it revenge.”

[sapphicromanoffxo]

With You Always | n.r x w.m

pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

wc: 1.5k+

Warnings: slight angst, comfort, fluff (look at me writing something that is not smut 🫣)

summary: Wanda grapples with financial stress and struggling to cope with it. When Natasha's support breaks through Wanda's defenses, they made a decision on how to move forward together.

A/N: one thing could happen right after I have a breakdown. it's either I'm gonna be productive, or succumb even further to my own thoughts. Guess what I chose! 😀

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Every week, Wanda followed the same routine. She woke up early, went to work, and returned home tired. Her job paid the bills and put food on the table, but lately, it felt like she was stuck in a never-ending cycle. Despite her love for her job, the monotony was starting to take its toll.

What really weighed on Wanda's mind were her finances. Each paycheck seemed to disappear as quickly as it came. After paying rent, utilities, and transportation expenses, there was barely enough left for groceries and other essentials. And then there was the money she sent to her family every month, which added to her financial stress.

As the days passed, Wanda couldn't shake off the feeling of exhaustion and anxiety. She longed for a change, something to break the cycle and give her a sense of relief. But for now, she continued to push through, hoping that things would eventually get better.

Natasha couldn't ignore the signs of exhaustion that Wanda was trying so hard to hide. During their monthly Sunday lunches, the only day that Wanda has her day off, Natasha noticed how Wanda would drift off, her mind seemingly elsewhere. Sometimes, Wanda would ask Natasha to repeat herself, her focus scattered and distant.

These subtle changes in Wanda's behavior troubled Natasha. She cherished their time together and didn't want anything to come between them, especially not Wanda's troubles. Natasha had a hunch about what might be bothering Wanda, but she didn't want to jump to conclusions. Instead, she hoped Wanda would confide in her when the time was right.

As they sat together, sharing their meal in Wanda's little apartment, Natasha couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. She wanted to reach out to Wanda, to coax her into opening up about whatever was weighing on her mind. But she knew she had to be patient, to wait for Wanda to feel comfortable enough to share her burden. However, she also knew that sometimes Wanda needs a little push, and a gentle reminder that she's there for her, and is willing to lend a shoulder to lean on, no matter how heavy Wanda is carrying.

"Detka?" Natasha's voice was soft, filled with concern as she reached out to Wanda.

Wanda's mind snapped back to the present at the sound of Natasha's voice. "Huh?" she mumbled, her thoughts still swirling in a haze.

Natasha's gaze was steady, searching Wanda's face for any signs of distress. "Is there something troubling you?" she asked gently. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

Wanda hesitated, her words tinged with uncertainty. "I'm sorry. I've just been tired lately," she admitted, but her voice lacked conviction, even to her own ears.

Natasha's brow furrowed with worry. "There's something more than just tiredness, isn't there?" she pressed gently. "I can see it in your eyes. Tell me, please?"

Wanda swallowed hard, feeling the weight of Natasha's concern. "I... I don't know," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I feel like I'm drowning in responsibilities, like I can't keep up with everything. And I don't want to burden you with it."

Natasha reached across the table, taking Wanda's hand in hers. "You're not a burden, Wanda. We're in this together," she reassured her, squeezing her hand gently. "What's troubling you?"

Wanda sat there motionless, struggling with her emotions, she knew that honesty was the only path forward. Natasha's unwavering gaze filled with concern made it impossible for Wanda to keep her struggles hidden any longer.

Taking a deep breath, Wanda finally spoke, her voice thick with emotion. "I've been.. I've been having financial problems," she admitted, her tears flowing freely down her cheeks. She couldn't bear to look Natasha in the eye as she revealed her inner turmoil.

Natasha reached out, gently wiping away Wanda's tears, her heart breaking at the sight of her girlfriend in pain. Wanda's words tugged at Natasha's heartstrings, stirring up a mix of empathy and determination to help her through this tough time.

Wanda continued, her voice trembling with vulnerability. "I sent almost half of my bi-monthly paycheck to my mom. After paying rent, I don't know how I'll make it to the end of the month," she confessed, her words heavy with the weight of her financial issue.

Despite her fears of judgement, Wanda felt a sense of relief wash over her as she opened up to Natasha. She knew Natasha came from a privileged background, and the stark contrast with her own struggles made her hesitate to share her troubles. But Natasha's kind and understanding nature reassured Wanda that she was in a safe space.

Natasha listened attentively, her heart aching for Wanda. She had offered countless times for Wanda to move in with her, to ease the financial strain and offer support, but Wanda had always hesitated, determined to stand on her own two feet especially after she ran away from her family, to escape the toxicity that suffocates her everyday.

But now, faced with Wanda's raw vulnerability, Natasha renewed her offer with even more conviction. "Wanda, you don't have to go through this alone," she said softly, her voice filled with sincerity. "I'm here for you, in every way I can be. Let me help you, please."

Wanda laid her head on Natasha's shoulder, her tears soaking into the fabric of Natasha's shirt as she released the pent-up pain she had been carrying for far too long. Natasha's offer weighed heavily on her mind, tempting her with the promise of relief, yet she couldn't shake the nagging feeling of guilt inside of her.

"Natty," Wanda murmured, her voice muffled against Natasha's shoulder, "you know I can't just accept your offer like that. I appreciate it more than words can say, but I need to be able to stand on my own two feet. I'm an adult, and I need to figure this out for myself."

Natasha held Wanda closer, her heart aching at the sight of her girlfriend's struggle. "I understand, baby," she replied gently, stroking Wanda's hair in a soothing gesture. "But you don't have to carry this burden alone. Let me help you. Your strength and independence are admirable, but there's no shame in accepting support when you need it most."

Wanda lifted her head, meeting Natasha's gaze with tear-filled eyes. "It's just... I don't want to feel like I'm taking advantage of your generosity," she admitted, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Natasha cupped Wanda's face in her hands, her expression sincere. "You're not taking advantage of anything, Wanda," she insisted. "I'm willingly offering this to you. We're partners, in every sense of the word. Let me be there for you, just as you've been there for me countless times."

Wanda wiped off her tears and attempted to lighten the heavy atmosphere with a playful jab, her lips curling into a small smile. "Yeah, remember all those times I saved you from wrinkled work clothes because you couldn't handle the iron?" she teased, hoping to redirect how serious their conversation is.

Natasha chuckled, playing along with Wanda's jest. "Oh, and let's not forget about the countless mornings you sacrificed your own coffee flask so I could carry around your precious brew," she countered, her eyes twinkling with affection.

Despite the weight of their discussion, the exchange brought a brief moment of laughter between them, a reminder of the bond they shared and the little ways they supported each other through life's challenges. In that moment, Wanda felt a glimmer of hope knowing that no matter what obstacles lay ahead, they would face them together.

Wanda's heart raced as she processed Natasha's offer once again. "Do you mean it? You want me to move in with you?" she asked, needing reassurance that she wouldn't be imposing on Natasha's life.

Natasha's smile was warm and genuine as she nodded. "Absolutely," she affirmed, her eyes shining with sincerity. "Just imagine us waking up together, bickering over who gets to shower first, and deciding what delicious breakfast we'll whip up together. You'll be under my wing, well taken care of."

Taking a deep breath, Wanda finally relented, a sense of relief flooding over her. "Okay," she agreed, her voice filled with gratitude. "But on one condition: I'll take charge of our food expenses and groceries. I know you can't cook to save your life, Natasha."

Natasha chuckled at Wanda's condition, her laughter echoing in the room. "That's a deal. But hey, I'm still alive, aren't I?" she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Wanda rolled her eyes playfully. "Yeah, thanks to my cooking and your obsession with takeout," she retorted, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

With the moving plans settled and Wanda's last month's rent sorted out, Natasha couldn't resist making a lighthearted remark. "You know," she joked with a playful glint in her eyes, "moving in together is like the true test of any lesbian relationship. Next on the agenda: adopting a cat."

Wanda laughed at Natasha's comment, feeling a sense of warmth and excitement at the thought of their future together. "Oh, definitely," she replied, her voice filled with amusement. "A cat would complete the picture perfectly."

As they bantered back and forth about potential cat names and the logistics of pet ownership, Wanda felt a surge of happiness knowing that they were embarking on this new chapter of their relationship together. With Natasha by her side, and perhaps a furry feline companion in the near future, Wanda knew that their home would be filled with love, laughter, and endless silly little adventures.

Yeah, I know. I took a little break from smut 'cause I need comfort in my life. 🥺 I hope you still like this one.

Divider from @cafekitsune 🫶

[kimhargreeves]

Before You Go-Jin Itadori x Reader (Jujutsu Kaisen)

(A/N: Why did Gege draw almost all of JJK dad's attractive dilfs?! Anyways I've decided to write a short fic of Jin Itadori one shot since others have simped over Toji. Don't think anyone else thinks Jin is attractive, nobody requested this but I decided to write this. Let me know if anyone wants part 2, though it's already being planned. Also, should smut be included or not? Let me know JJK fans.)

Summary: Jin and You have been friends since childhood, final exams are coming up now determining both of your futures. You're crush on Jin Itadori is known to everyone, so you make it seem like you haven't studied for exams for spend time with him. It's Christmas Eve when head to his home and a decision is made when you're both alone.

"Reading that book again, Jin?" I blush when the pink haired man with glasses focuses his eyes back on me when he decided to close the book he had. Taking a small break from it.

"Finals are approaching, (Y/N). I gotta give it my all pass the test, you know how my father will be if he finds out I didn't pass."

I chuckle at him always becoming worried when it came to exams. "Don't stress yourself too much, Jin. You're the smartest guy in class, and the smartest man I've ever met."

Jin pouts while looking at me as he fixes his glasses back in his nose.

"You want me to help you in studying, don't you?"

I chuckle and try to laugh it off but saw a small smile spread across Jin's face when I sat back down with him and nudged my shoulder with his, leaning a bit too close to him.

The cold didn't bother me a bit if it meant I could get close to Jin. The weather was getting chilly since it was December and snow had fallen a dew days ago, and Christmas was just a day away.

"If you're so kind or have the time to. Then yes, I would gladly like you to help me."

Jin sighed struggling to not smile again. "You owe me this time, (Y/N)."

"Know what? For what's left of the school year I'll bring you lunch everyday, that'll make us even. I know how much you love my cooking." I blushed glancing over to look at his cute face.

"You're cooking is really good. You'll make a fine housewife someday."

I blushed a deeper shade of pink when he said that, "You think so?!"

Jin hummed in agreement and turned to smile at me.

"Then I'll make sure to marry a man who'll love my cooking. Maybe the man I'm looking to marry might be closer than I think." I smiled wide deciding to go further with the flirting.

"Maybe so.." Jin said fixing his glasses again and opening his book again, now passing it onto his other hand so I could take a good look at it as well.

Jin began to explain further on the subject and what might possibly be on the final exams. I didn't really may much attention on the topic since I already knew all about it, I just wanted to be as close to him as possible, be with him since I don't know if he's planning on traveling soon since we'll both be graduating from college.

The two of us remained together with me pretending to pay attention when I rested my head of my crushes shoulder, I felt him tense a bit when I did that and I internally chuckled when Jin had stuttered and quickly continued with his lesson.

"So, did you get any of that?" Jin asked closing the book and glancing down at me. I looked up and shook my head.

"Nope. I'm sorry."

Jin sighed defeated and I quickly sat back and watched him begin to stretch and stand up. "Well, it's getting late-"

"Let me make dinner for you!" I shouted making him look at me surprised. "I-I mean…yes! I made you stay out here on campus when you could've declined teaching me, let me cook something for you and your dad." I offered.

"What about your par-" Jin didn't finish the sentence and came over and rested his hand on my shoulder.

"Let's go, (Y/N)."

It must've slipped from Jin's mind…when he was about to mention my parents. It had been a year since they passed away, or killed as the news officially said, no evidence or anything was found on who killed them.

For a short time when that happened, the small Itadori household let me stay with them. If it weren't for Jin, would've been long gone.

My parents knew about my crush on Jin Itadori and I would often dream and tell them that'd they better be present on our wedding. A girl can dream..I wanted them to take part in the many things I wanted to do, unfortunately I was alone now.

"I'm home!" Jin announced when he was the first to step into his and his father's shared home. I placed my belongings near the entrance and took my shoes off before going inside the residence.

"I brought (Y/N) home!"

Jin loudly said and I walked with him with grocery bags in hand. The older Itadori suddenly appeared before us looking over at his tall son and over to me.

A small smile forming on his face, "Ah (Y/N)! It's always nice to see you with my son. This is your home too."

I smiled blushing when I felt Jin's eyes on me as he held a glass of water and started to drink, I bowed a bit and held the bags up a bit. "Thank you very much, sir. If there's no trouble I'll be preparing you both meals for the night."

"You're too kind, (Y/N). You know, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, I see you're all ready doing fantastic job on my son, Jin."

Jin who has been drinking choked on the water and started to cough onto the sink. I raced over to him quickly dropping the bags and patting Jin's broad back.

We both heard his father laughing. "I'll leave you two lovebirds alone." He suggested with a small smirk and left towards the living room area.

"That old man." Jin smirked wiping his mouth and standing back straight, "it's nice to see him like this every now and then."

I smiled and looked up at him. "I really care for him as well. I hope you'll like what I'm preparing to cook." I rolled my sleeves up and began row ash the vegetables.

While doing so I heard some pans being taken out of the shelf. I turned and saw Jin wiping them and making sure they were dirty to use, "You think I'm gonna let you be the only one to cook?"

I hum and smiled. "Fine. You can help me out just a bit, but then you'll be out of the kitchen." I said continuing to wash the vegetables and slowly my sleeves began to lower themselves down about to get wet.

I gasped lightly when Jin grabbed my arms and began to carefully roll the sleeves to my dress up, making sure they wouldn't slip again.

"There wouldn't want you to get that cute dress wet." I blushed heavily and felt my heart beating faster.

"How about the person wearing it?!" I quickly asked.

Jin chuckled and simply patted my head. "Let's get cooking, (Y/N)." He said winking at me.

"Ahh this smells delicious!" My mouth watered at the many dishes I prepared with the help of Jin. His father, Jin and I were sat down on the cushions and saying a small prayer.

From outside of the Itadori home, I could see the sky getting darker with snow beginning to fall and many colorful Christmas lights brightening up the streets.

"And let's thank (Y/N) for preparing this delicious meal for us, may many blessings fall on you, my dear." Itadori's father said.

Making me blush and smile at the older man with Jin pouting at his father. "I also helped, you know?"

Ignoring his son, his father continued to speak. "When I'm on my deathbed promise me you'll continue to be a part of his family, and bringing me your famous chicken soup I enjoy."

My expression on the old man softened. Maybe he meant it if Jin and I were to marry, if I would continue to look after him too.

"Don't mind the old man." Jin sighed making his father hit his shoulder with a newspaper.

"Stop slouching and sit up straight." Jin nearly choking on the tea I prepared.

I began to chuckle then laugh at their interactions. "Don't you worry, sir. I'll continue to be a part of your family until the day I die. That's if your son is willing to accept me as well."

I blushed and hid my face looking at my lap. "I-I" Jin stuttered and his father answered for him.

"He accepts! Now let's dig in before the food gets cold." His father seemed really happy. Jin and I glanced at one another and smiled with a bright blush on both of our faces.

"You're more than welcome to spend the night here. It's getting colder and it can be dangerous to walk back home, thought we wouldn't have allowed you to leave if you had insisted." Jin's father had told me earlier when the three of us finished eating.

It was late and the streets were completely empty. Snow continued to fall and decorate the once melting ground. The night felt so peaceful.

I smiled to myself when I heard Jin's father snoring throughout the small home. I remained seated staring outside the glass door and watching the snow gently land on the door, and also admiring the medium sized Christmas tree I had gifted to them which was lit up colorful lights.

"Couldn't sleep either, huh?" Jin's gentle voice said when he came and saw me seated on the cushions.

"Decided to stay up a bit longer." I softly said still staring outside and turning to look at him. He was wearing warm pajamas, while I was wearing some clothes he lend me, pants that fitted a bit too big along with another large hoodie that could fit two people due to how small I am.

I also had a warm blanket over my shoulders. "Tomorrow's the final exams.." I commented.

"Want me to help you out?" I shook my head at Jin's offer and smiled looking at him again.

"I'm good. Thank you for always looking out for me."

I felt Jin move from where he once was and he took a seat down next to me and now drapped the blanket over on both of us. The close contact to him made me now blush a lot more, if he were to lean closer I think he would be able to hear my heart beating faster.

Jin hummed looking at me when I quickly looked away from his eyes, I felt him fixing his glasses before I felt one of his hands land in my forehead.

"You okay, (Y/N)? You seem a bit too red."

"No! I-I'm completely fine."

I began to overthink things now and was truly scared. Final exams. Depending on what we might want to work for, we could remain in Japan, leave the city or country. I don't want Jin to leave if any offers would be given to him by the choice in work he's been studying for.

Before Jin could pull his hand away I quickly grabbed it with my right hand, making him look down at me surprised. Without spilling any tears I looked over to him.

"Are you scared, Jin? On what the future might hold…for us?" I muttered not wanting moments like these to end.

"Honestly I am..but I know my father will have my back no matter what I decide to do. I'll have to learn to out those fears aside.. I'll have to work hard I can give my old man a nice life for the remaining year's…how about you? Do you have a goal in mind?"

I blushed and thought not too hard. "This might sound stupid..But I want to have kids. Children of my own."

My answered seemed to surprise Jin. "Don't you think it's a bit too early for that?" He joked still holding my hand.

Whatever our relationship may be. It's clear as day to anyone that we both care about each other a lot, pining over each other from time to time and it's clear there's an attraction on both sides. Thing is nothing has been official and no words have been said about it.

"Wouldn't you want to have kids? Maybe a small Jin running around the place?" I suggest and saw Jim thinking hard until he smiled a bit.

"A small Jin, huh? Another boy filling up the household..a girl would be a nice addition too." His words warmed my heart.

"Guess I'll have to find the right person for the job." We both said at the same time and smiled.

We both went back to looking at the window and I never felt so calm and relaxed in Jin's arms. Starting a life with Jin and having a family, kids with him doesn't sound like a bad idea at all.

"Jin…"

My eyes widened a bit when I felt his hand under my chin making me look up at him. I could see his warm eyes under his glasses. I began to close my eyes when Jin started to lean down further to me, my hands went up to grasp onto his hoodie when I felt his lips press against my own. I closed my eyes and hummed into the kiss when one of his hands was now placed behind my neck cradling me closer to him.

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🔥✨ Safe with him ✨🔥

Part two to Safe✨🔥

🔥 Pairing: Raider!Joel Miller x afab!Non-innocent Reader.

✨Synopsys: Joel is trying his best to stay away, but you're also doing your best to break him. When one of his men try to hurt you, you understand why his people respect fear him so much. And just how safe you are with him.

🔥 Features: 🔞 content — Attempt of sexual assault (not graphic), violence, murder, teasing, oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, riding Joel's face, choking, praise with degradation (my favorite 🌟), creampie (he does it twice), a bit of cockwarming at the end.

✨ Word Count: Over 6k.

🔥 About this: First part of this felt so organic, so natural, it was hard to write something that felt like stood up to it. This part is more packed with smut, with some story in-between. Also, make sure to always read the alt text of the gifs I use, in this one I explained the face I imagine him doing sometimes.

✨ Author's note: It took me forever, but it's finally here. Hope you like it as much as you did the first one. The reception to it was insane, and I can't thank you enough for all the love 💕. Once again likes, reblogs and comments are very, highly appreciated 💖

Good reading ✨🔥

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"Joel, Joel... Joel."

Some days it was the only word you'd say out loud besides 'Yeah, I'm alright. Don't need anything.'

You called, but he seemed to never listen. To never feel you call, to never come back.

You just hoped he would if you actually needed him.

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You thought Stockholm syndrome needed some time to settle in.

But apparently not. From day one, you're into this.

You're into him.

You honestly don't even think about the people back home. How scared and worried they must be for all of you, looking for you and hoping to find you all well one day.

You sometimes think about your people who are here, but The Man always reassures you.

"Told you, doll. They're working. Helping us build, cook, hunt. They're all alive and safe."

Was it true?

Maybe, maybe not.

But you were blocking all of those places in your mind. It was easier if you didn't think.

If you focused on making The Man happy.

If he were happy with you he wouldn't hurt your people, because you cared for them.

Right?

You could only hope. Only trust him somehow.

So you do what you can.

You keep him happy.

You clean, you cook, you wash his clothes. You brush your hair, put on pretty clothes he got you and use some perfume he told his men to find for you on a run for supplies.

You make sure to let him watch you. To finish cooking when you know he's coming home, always when the sun is setting, because you know he likes to see it. Clean — specially low places — when he's around, so you can bend over and give him a glimpse of you underwear.

Those were his favorites: domesticality and profanity.

Playing house with you while enjoying the view, while fantasizing about you.

The problem was...

He never let you touch him again after that night.

He'd look, his eyes always on you, but he wouldn't come close, he wouldn't give in again.

But each night you needed him more, you craved him.

So you used your weapons.

✨🔥′

Today he only left once, first thing in the morning for a couple of minutes, before coming back home and staying for the day. He had lunch with you, talking and laughing as you did, played his guitar on his porch, and watched you while you cleaned his wardrobe.

His favorite hobby.

"I thought you never wore anything under your dresses, baby." He said from his bed as you bent down to clean, giving him a full view of your covered ass.

"You never check." You responded, an edge of disappoinment on your voice.

"Thought I could trust you, sugar. But apparently not, will have to see for myself everyday now." He said, and you stopped cleaning, and, keeping your knees straight, slowly removed your panties, throwing it at him.

He took it with a grunt and slowly started stroking himself, just from looking at you. When he was getting close, he called you.

"Fuck, baby, come here. Don't wanna make a mess for you to clean." He panted, beckoning for you to come over.

You walked to him, seeing that your panties were in his hand, around his cock, wet, covered in his precum.

You kneel in front of him and he grabs the back of your neck, pulling your mouth down on him.

"Just the tip, baby. Just enough for you to take it." You happily do as you're told, sucking his tip for a couple of minutes, while he pumped himself deep and slow, his other hand holding your hair up so he could watch your face, your eyes never leaving his.

His hand was there also to prevent you from taking him in deeper. Which you try to do.

"I said just the tip, baby. Be good for me, don't get greedy on me now."

So you behave. Just the tip, just enough to not let it fall on the floor.

He cums with a grunt, filling your mouth twice before being done, softly pushing you away from him.

"So pretty." He praises as you lick your lips.

Panting, he looks at you and hands you your panties. "I think you should keep it, you'll make better use of it." You say with a smirk as you get up.

"There you're right, angel. This only knows how to stay on my way. But put it back on, there's men around the house today, don't want them seeing what's not theirs."

You lift your right foot, mentioning for him to put it on you. He smiles and passes it through both your legs, caressing and squeezing your thighs as he went up.

His face, close to your pussy, watching it as his thumbs lightly part the front of your folds. He grunts and shakes his head once with a sigh and a smile, pulling your panties all the way up and kissing your clothed mount before adjusting your dress and lightly slapping your ass. "C'mon, finish what you were doing."

You do so, finishing his wardrobe and turning back at him, finding him sitting on the edge of his bed, looking out the window.

"Can you tell me your name?" You ask and he looks at you, without turning his head, just his eyes. "Why do you need to know?"

"I'd be good to put a name to my moans, so you know it's you I'm thinking about." You say with a sweet smile, and now he turns to look at you, shaking his head, smiling and grunting the same way he did while looking at your pussy. "You're the price I pay, angel. Now I get it. You're making me pay for all the things I've done in this life, making my life so fucking hard."

"You know, you could just do it. I don't understand why you think it'd be so bad." He scoffs. "I told you. Don't want your daddy, or your mommy, or your boyfriend to come over later and try to bother my people. We have women... pregnant women. And children. Don't need that right now."

The fact that he is being so true to his word, that he's really not doing anything to not harm his people, so you could go back home one day, just makes you want him even more.

How he never tried anything, how even when he was getting hard from watching you cook, you wouldn't feel bad like you felt when his men look through the window.

You liked how he looked at you. It felt different.

It all makes you wanna keep pushing him.

"You kidnapped me. Us. You think my people aren't looking for us already?" You ask.

"But I'm letting you go. Told you, if I have you, I won't want anyone else to. Will keep you here, with me. Mine." He said, a hint of pain in his voice, and you notice a volume returning to his pants, your own core burning with his words.

"Well, if it makes you feel better, I don't have a mommy, or a boyfriend... Or a daddy to come after your people." You say, touching his shoulder and internally moaning — at least this one you managed to hold back — at how he stiffens under your touch.

"I just want to make you feel good." You say, that low and aroused voice back on your lips. "Want you to make me feel good too." You whisper, now running your fingers through his hair, and he closes his eyes, indulging in the gesture.

You caress his hair for a few seconds, and he hums, moving his head onto your hand for you to reach new places.

"Joel." He says with his eyes still closed. "The name you should call is Joel." You run your fingers over his hair one more time, pulling it away from his face and kissing his lips softly, holding his head from both sides.

He doesn't pull away, allowing you to touch his lips for the first time.

"The man I'll call is Joel. And I hope you listen. Hope you come when I call you. When I need you." You whisper over his lips, his eyes opening to look at you.

You let him go and walk away, his eyes following you.

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"Joel."

"Joel."

Joel was not soft.

That he wasn't.

But a pretty girl is any man's perdition.

And when your voice calling him sounded so sweet, so nice, so needy, he couldn't not come to you.

"Sounds like a fucking angel, baby." He said, standing by the door, that you convenently left open for him. You whimper when you see him, your eyes dropping to his pants.

"Don't get any ideas, though. I'm just here to watch. C'mon, take this off you." He said, walking towards you and removing the blanket you covered yourself with — knowing he'd come and remove it. Your knees are bent, so you palm yourself, closing your legs and looking into his eyes.

He sits by your feet. "Open them, baby. We both know you're not shy." But you don't, just looking into his eyes, smiling and biting your lower lip, and he laughs.

You want him to touch you.

"I see. Won't work, though." He spreads your legs, then pulls your hand away. You lift your hips, trying to brush on his hand, and he grunts, seeing you all wet and swollen, pushing your hips back down.

Knowing it's all for him, right in front of him, makes him almost fall mouth first on you, makes him want to taste you and make you cum for him.

But he knows he can't.

"It's because of you." You moan, and he shoots you a stern and scary look, his eyebrows low and his eyes dark. "For you." He swallows, sitting further from you onto your bed and opening his belt.

You mention to go to him, but he shoots you that look again.

The look that simultaneity makes you want to behave and misbehave. To be good for him so he'll praise you, and to be bad to see what he's gonna do about it.

But you know that, slowly, you're gaining him. So you sit back down and spread your legs.

"Good girl."

He pulls himself out of his boxers, already hard and wet. You lick your lips and return your circles around your clit, inserting one, then two fingers inside yourself.

He grunts and groans softly as his own movements become more desperate. His eyes never leaving your pussy.

You're dripping onto the sheets. There's a puddle forming underneath you, and he can't take his mind out of how good you must feel. How nice and tight, warm and wet you have to be.

He moans once and you retribute the sound. You fasten your circles, being as deep on him as he is on you. Thinking about how nice and painful it'd be to take him in, how thick and big he is. How much you crave to feel him twitch and pulse inside you. How rough he'd be with you, how he'd care for you after it.

That's the thing with him. You know how rough he can be, but you've also seen his softer side. You want him to heartlessly pound you, be mean to you, make you cum until you're dumb, whisper things in your ears, call you names.

And then call you his angel, tell you how good you were for him while he caress your hair until you fall asleep on his chest.

The thought makes you cum, a loud and shameless "Joel" leaving your lips, then being the only word you can put out. Calling and crying out for him, needing him.

He touches your thigh, making you look at him. Your eyes hazed, showing him how far you were, how high he took you before even touching you.

"I'm here, baby. Come here to me." He coos, and you craw until him, lowering yourself in front of his dick, his hand coming for your hair, helping it up.

He doesn't say anything about how deep you can go, so you start sucking just his tip, careful and tight, feeling his precum drip and leak into your mouth. He thrusts into your mouth and you take him in further with a moan, going as deep as you can, opening your throat to make room for him.

He grunts and you can already feel him pulsing on your tongue. "So fucking good, baby. Gonna cum in this mouth."

You moan as you taste him flood your mouth, drinking it like you haven't seen water in weeks.

You keep sucking him after he's finished, and he lets you, caressing your hair and moaning as you do so.

"You know this could end up really bad for your people, don't you, baby?" He asks, stroking your hair as you run your tongue up his length.

"I know, Joel. But I think I want to see it. Watch you keep me with you." You say right before licking around his tip like a lollipop and taking him in your mouth again. He furrows his brows, piercing his lips together.

"You have no idea what you're saying, sugar. Not something you'd like to see." He says, pulling himself out of your mouth and fixing his pants before getting up.

He gives you a light and sweet peck on the lips, grabs a towel on your bathroom and comes back to you. He opens your legs, cleaning you. "I would love to see it, Joel. Not to my people. But I'd love to see what you'd do."

You say as he kisses your forehead and walks outside your room, never turning around to look at you.

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Joel was not soft.

That he wasn't.

So when he spent his days thinking about you — not only wanting to come home to see you, but actually started to think about you, to wanna come home to see you — he knew he had to go away.

Your people were of great help for his people, so it still wasn't the time to let you go, but he needed distance.

So he called some of his men on a few days long run for supplies and food.

He left men watching his house. "I want one of you by this fucking door every second I'm not here. She tells me anything happened to her, anyone, any of you, fucking looked through the window and I'm killing every single one of you." You heard him tell the men.

Then he came to you, holding you on a loose embrace, removing the hair from your face. "You need anything and they get it for you, okay? Anything. Just ask. Keep the curtains closed and don't give them any smiles or looks. These men are animals, they don't know how to behave close to a pretty girl like you."

And with that he left.

For days.

Days where you called him, desperately, breathy, over and over again. Your bedroom walls tired of the name, tired of your whimpers, your moans, your cries.

"Joel, Joel... Joel."

Some days it was the only word you'd say out loud besides 'Yeah, I'm alright. Don't need anything.'

You called, but he seemed to never listen. To never feel you call, to never come back.

You just hoped he would if you actually needed him.

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"Joel!"

His name, always so passionate and sweet on your lips, was now a desperate cry for help. A prayer, a beg.

His men never dared to try anything with you. They'd knock on the door and you'd answer without opening it, saying you were alright and didn't need anything. But not today. Not this one.

You screamed his name as one of his men, the biggest one that he left to keep watch on you, pinned you down on your dinner table, your hands behind your back and your face painfully pressing on the wood.

"Keep screaming, bitch. He won't fucking hear you. And no one's gonna come to help you. No one's gonna fucking dare walking inside his house." He says with a laugh. "The more you scream the longer this will last."

You keep screaming, calling for help and calling for him.

Then the man let's you go, a heavy thud following.

You turn around, finding Joel. His eyebrows low and nostrils wide, his lips pierced and his hair disheveled. He's holding a thick piece of wood.

He looks at you and his eyes soften instantly, coming towards you to cup your face. "Did he hurt you?" He asked, his eyes attentively watching your face for any bruises or scratches.

"No, no he didn't. He just walked in, I... I asked him for some things and when I opened the door he— I should've waited for him to walk away before opening the door, I'm so sorry, Joel. I'm so sorry, you told me to not do it." You cried, burying your face on his chest and blaming yourself for giving the man the opportunity to invade his house.

"Don't, hey. Don't fucking say that. You could've smiled at this piece of shit, talked to him. He shouldn't have tried anything. Shouldn't fucking hurt you like this. It's not how I fucking work around here." He says, his voice and expression darkening at the end, when he hears the man grunt under him.

He carefully lets go of you, turning to the man and grabbing him by the colar of his shirt.

None of the tenderness with which he held you left on him.

"Stay away from the windows." He tells you sternly while dragging the man on the floor.

The man's twice his size. But still he pulls him out of his house like he's nothing. Anger boiling inside him, making him straddle the man on the floor, punching his face once, twice.

Again and again.

The man is screaming, pushing him, begging him to stop, trying to get way.

But he's not himself. He is an animal, he is consumed by his darker self.

The man drags himself around on the floor and he holds him in place, punching him.

His backpack and rifle still on his back.

He could just shoot the man, but that wouldn't make it.

He had to do it. With his bare hands. He wanted to feel it, to take his life away from him.

"You like screaming, don't you, son of a bitch? Wanted to hear screams? Then fucking scream!" He shouted louder than the man, the people around him just watching.

The man's body goes limp, blood pools around them and runs on the floor, but he keeps going, until there's not a man under him anymore.

Until there's not a face, not anything but a puddle of meat, bones and blood.

He gets up, his face like you've never seen before, his eyes wide, fully black, eyebrows low, nostrils widening as he breath, his mouth open and his teeth clenched. His hand hurt, blood from the man and from himself dripping from it.

"This is not how I fucking work!" He shouts, turning around to look at everyone. "And you don't fucking fuck with what's mine!" His voice coming out as a snarl. Like a feral dog, spit flying from his mouth.

Now you see it. Now you understand.

That's why his people are so lawful.

Not only because he's brutal.

But because he's brutal to protect.

The ones that don't respect or trust him, fear him. They know what he's capable of.

He killed a man twice his size with his bare hands to keep you safe.

He killed a man he probably trusted, considering he trusted you to him. All to keep you safe.

And you loved it.

You loved it and part of you wants to see it again. To see him act so brainless, to kill a man like it's nothing. All to keep you safe.

To hear him call you his.

He sees you through the window and worry invades his face, making him rush back inside. His heavy and loud footsteps sending chills down your spine.

He finds you by the window and stops on his feet. Your eyes are wide and scared, your chest raising and falling with force.

"I told you not to look out the window." He says.

This.

This is what he never wanted.

He never wanted you to see this part of him. The part he knew would push you away, would make you never want to see him again.

Would make you afraid of him.

He holds his hand up in front of him, letting go of his backpack and rifle. "I'm sorry. None of this should've happened. I shouldn't have left you here alone, with these men. This was why I kept you here, with me, so they wouldn't hurt you." He says. "I'm sorry you had to see it, I couldn't let him go any other way."

This.

This is what you wanted to see. Him feral, protective, caring for you.

Keeping you safe.

You run to his arms, climbing on him. Your lips looking for and crashing against his.

It takes him a second, but when he realizes what's happening, he groans and wraps his arms around you, holding you tight and close to him. Like he's afraid you'd snap out of it and push him away.

You lick between his lips, right where they meet, and he grunts, opening his mouth for you, taking your tongue in his and letting you explore his mouth before pushing his tongue inside your mouth and rolling it around yours. His beard scraping your cheeks, making you moan and press yourself further onto him.

Wanting to finally feel all of him.

Your arms are tugging and squeezing around his torso and his arms, sometimes pulling on his hair and earning grunts from him. His arms are pressing you against him, his heart beating against your chest. He squeezes your waist and your hips, firmly holding the back of your neck and your cheeks.

Your hands not satisfied with touching just one place at once. All the desire and hunger emerging to your surfaces.

You stay tangled like that for what feels like hours before he pulls away, out of breath, staring at you.

"I loved watching. You were so... Brutal. I loved it." You say as his eyes roam around your face.

"You don't have to do this." He whispers, giving you a final chance to step away and not regret this later. "I want this, Joel. It's all I think about. You. Called you everyday, every night, since you left. Couldn't finish sometimes without you with me. And when I did it was for you, all thinking about you." You say, snuggling your face on his neck, pressing your nose against his vein.

"I need you, Joel. Please."

He's gone.

He did his best to avoid it, to please himself with you without actually touching you. But he can't deny what he craves since he first saw you.

"You beg so nice, baby. Should make you do it more often." He says right on your ear, making you shiver and moan softly. Turning into a puddle under him.

He bites your neck, sucking and licking, your perfume guiding him, making him want to crawl under your skin, to merge his body with yours.

You're drowning on him, dazed and high, indulging on the way he holds you, grunts against your skin and how open your whole body is for him.

But when you're starting to fully get lost...

He pulls away.

"My room. C'mon." He pants, turning and pushing you towards the stairs. You giggle and run upstairs, him laughing and following close to you, his long steps enough to not let you get too far.

When you reach his bedroom, he grabs the back of your shirt, turning you around and taking you in his arms, his mouth all over your jaw, neck and collarbones. "Please, Joel. I need more of you."

"Always so impatient, baby." He says before pulling your shirt out of you and skillfully unclasping your bra. He stares at your boobs for a second, his mouth hanging open while he breaths heavily. He grabs them, kneading them and grunting. He squeezes them a bit too hard and you whimper.

He groans and takes you back in his arms, still squeezing your boobs and kissing you again.

He tastes like cheap alcohol and cigars, and you drink every drop of him like he's the thing you needed all along.

You could live off of just him. Just looking at him, just smelling him, just eating and drinking from him.

Your hand goes to his belt, but he pushes it away. "I ain't tasted you yet, baby. Not fair that you get it again." He says, pushing you on his bed.

You fall and start removing your skirt. He helps you and falls down to his knees, kissing a path from your bellybutton to your lips. "Can't wait to taste you baby. Know you taste so good for me." He whispers while kissing your throat before kissing his way back down, stopping only at your nipples to suck and roll his tongue around them.

He stops when he reaches your mount, going to your inner thighs, his hands keeping you spread, squeezing the skin of your thighs. "Always on my fucking way." He growls at your panties, roughly pulling them out of you.

Then he gets paralyzed. His gaze never leaving your pussy, his mouth open, his jaws moving from side to side.

"Joel, please." You beg and he hums against your skin. "Right here, baby. Won't go anywhere." He says right before licking a — painfully slow and strong — streak up your folds. From your entrance to where they connect at he top.

"As good as I dreamed." He licks you again, returning to your entrance and inserting his tongue on you, rolling it around inside you, making you sink yourself down on his face. "Even better, actually." He sucks on your clit, humming against your skin as you pull his hair.

"Want you to do it, baby." He says pulling away and grabbing your arms, sitting you up. He lays with his head on his pillow and beckons for you to come over, which you do, going for his belt again.

"No, baby. C'mon, up here." He says with a smile, and you move up higher, straddling his chest. "You know I could kill you like this, don't you?" You say, going higher and hovering above his face.

"Sweetest death a man could have in a world like this, angel." He breathes before pulling you down on him, practically french kissing your pussy, his tongue rolling around your entrance and your clit, going inside you and rolling around. Sucking, licking and even biting everything he could reach, his hands squeezing your ass, your hips and your thighs.

You pull his hair and roll your hips, sinking yourself, his eyes snap open to watch you as you moan and whimper, your whole body shaking as you feel your insides burn, ready to release what you craved to give him for so long.

"Joel." You moan, feeling yourself get closer and closer, and he groans as you grind yourself harder on him, swiping his nose and only pulling away to let him breath. But he quickly pulls you back down, sinking you on his tongue.

The closer you get to your orgasm, the further you go from reality. The deeper you dive on the man underneath you.

Hunger and desire marking the route of his tongue all over you, finding all your favorite spots.

He holds you down as he sucks on your clit, your hips rolling circles on his chin, his beard scratching your entrance, making you pull away.

He groans and sinks you back down, his hands squeezing your hips and keeping you steady as you cum, your insides convulsing around nothing, his eyes open, focused on your face as it contorts and your body tries to stay up.

He grunts as he dries you, sucking every drop out of you as your body twitches at how sensitive it feels.

He lets go of your hips and you collapse back on top of him, laying on top of his belly, breathing, your body going up and down as his own breath moves his chest up and down.

You feel high, like you're on a boat, his breath like the tide. You move up and down, slow and deep, swimming on him, in awe of the fact that this is actually happening.

You're actually with him.

He inserts a finger inside you and you feel his dick twitch inside his pants, against the back of your head.

"So fucking tight, baby. Gonna feel so good."

You try to flip around, wanting to taste him again, but he holds you by the knees and goes on top of you, kissing you again as you eagerly undo his belt and remove his pants.

He finishes them off and climbs back on top of you. You grab him and stroke him deep and slow, getting lost on how hard and thick he feels on your hands, whimpering just to imagine the stretch he'd need to go inside you.

"Think you're ready, baby? Waited for this for so fucking long." He says with his mouth glued to your throat, kissing and nibbing at your skin. "Please, Joel." You moan, fastening your movements on him.

He grunts, thrusting into your hand for a while, groaning as your other hand pulls on his hair.

He removes your hand from his length and guides it to your folds, running his tip through them a few times to gather some of your slick — and tease you.

"So nice, so wet for me. All for me." He pants before teasing your entrance with his tip, rolling it around it and thrusting it in slowly, your insides engulfing him. "So — grunts — fucking tight too." He smiles on your neck, and you lower yourself, trying to get more of him in.

"Joel, please." You cry, and he raises himself to looks at you. "Please what, baby? You keep saying it but you don't use your words."

"Fuck me, please. I need you inside me." You say with a smile, your voice a mix of arousal and almost pain. "Good." He smiles, kissing you, rolling his tongue around yours and pushing in, your legs spreading further apart in an attempt to make more room for him.

The air inside your lunges freezes, and you can't exhale while he's moving.

He goes all the way in, grunting at how good you feel around him. How warm, tight and wet you feel. How your arms held him tight on top of you, how your nails dug into his skin. Things he hadn't felt in forever.

Things he knew only you could give him.

Things he wanted only you to do.

"Doing so well, baby. Opening up for me like this." He praises when he bottoms out, giving you some time to adjust as you twitch and pulse around him.

You move your hips, and he corresponds the movement, slowly thrusting out before going all the way back in, setting a deliciously passionate pace. Slow and deep, making your insides move and readjuste to receive him.

You whimper when he supports himself on his hands, missing his weight on top of you. He starts moving faster, harder, even deeper somehow.

His eyes fixated on your breasts, on how they move with the force of his thrusts. "You like them?" You ask, keeping your voice sweet and low, and he looks at you through his lashes, his low eyebrows and his smile making his expression almost sinister.

It makes you go back to when he was on top of that man. To remember how feral he was, how violent and visceral he was. How much you want him to use that on you, to fuck you with as much voracity as he killed the man.

Thinking about it makes your pussy clench around him. Makes your eyes falter and your heart to pound faster against your ribs.

You wrap your arms around his neck, lifting yourself and holding onto him, his strong arms keeping both of you away from the mattress. You bite his neck, his pulsing vein too welcoming to deny.

"I loved watching, Joel. How you did it, how you did it with your hands. I fucking loved it." He grunts, his own orgasm feeling just a thrust away. "Being inside you makes me want to go back there and fucking kill him again, baby. You feel so good, he'd have hurt you and I don't know what I'd do if I let that happen."

You moan, his thrusts getting harder and sloppier. "But you did, Joel. You kept me safe, like you said you would. I loved it." You say between moans, the burn on your core about to snap. You reach for your clit and draw fast circles around it, almost immediately cumming around him, squeezing and almost expelling him out of you.

He grunts, your pussy milking him, making his orgasm hit him hard, probably harder than ever.

He fucks his cum inside you, rough and deep, as you fall back on the mattress and become a puddle underneath him. He holds your knees up, going even deeper and making you scream his name, the tip of his dick hitting that perfect spot inside you, making your eyes close shut and your mouth hang open.

His pace is anything but tender now. He's fully lost on how good you feel, how much he thought about you, how good it feels to finally give in, to finally be inside you, to finally claim you as his.

Another orgasm crashes over you, his name falling from your lips in a way that shows he's the first one to make you feel this, to make you feel this much. In a way that shows that he's the only one you'll ever think about, the only one you'll ever need and crave after this.

When you manage to open your eyes, you find his stare on you. His nostrils wide, his eyes dark and passionate, his teeth clenched and his neck looking like it would burst.

"Joel." You cry. "Right here, baby. Looking so pretty all dumb like this for me, just saying my name, calling me like I'm ever gonna leave your — grunts — fucking side again." He says, your belly fluttering with his words.

He flips you both around, laying on his back and holding you on top of him, your body doing it's best to not collapse over him.

"C'mon, ride it, baby. Want to see you." His words fuelling your muscles, making you roll your hips around him, gathering the conscience to move up and down.

You support yourself on his shoulders, his muscles flexing as you squeeze them. You moan when he pulls you down into a kiss, one of his hands on your hips and the other going from the back of your neck to your clit, drawing overwhelming circles around you.

"Joel, I can't." You cry out when your clit throbs on his fingers. "Course you can, angel. Do it for me, c'mon, give me another one." He asks, and you focus on him, on his muscles, his face, the way he fills you, the way his rough fingers work you, the way his hands is hurt from what he did, the way he brutally punched the man, the way he yelled, called you his.

You feel your orgasm approaching again, and your body starts to give in. But as soon as it hits you and your body softens, one of his hands leaves your hips and come for your throat, squeezing tight. Your eyes snap open, your hands holding onto his forearm.

"Joel." You whine.

"Just holding you up, baby. Just keeping you steady." He says with a smirk, your insides convulsing around him, trying to hold onto him, as if to never let him go.

It hugs him so nice, so deep and so tight, he can't help but allow his own new orgasm to hit him. He maintains his hand around your throat, but his body jerks up, and he pulls you down enough to kiss you.

He grunts as his tongue rolls around yours, his lips sucking yours, his beard burning your face.

A burn you already love.

His thrusts get rougher, deeper and faster as he empties himself inside you again, grunts and groans leaving his throat as you feel him twitch inside you.

He lets go of your neck and you fall on top of him, breathing and praying that this isn't just one of the dreams you've had with him. Praying that he's here, underneath you, still inside you, holding you around his arms, his warmth comforting your exhausted body.

You snuggle your nose on his collarbones, right on the middle of his pecks, and he strokes your hair.

"As bad as you thought?" You ask with a laugh. "Fucking devastating, baby. Don't even want to get out of you." He replies with a smile, and you clench around him, so he knows you're in no hurry to be empty again.

"Mine. My good girl, gonna be all mine. Can't wait to always find you home. Won't ever let you go." You smile, you don't wanna go anywhere.

"Nowhere else I'd rather be, Joel. No one else I'd rather be with." You confess, your head buried on his neck. "No one would keep me safe like you."

"Would do anything to keep you with me, baby. Anything." He says, hugging you tighter.

You hope so.

You're counting on it.

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So... Did you like it? Writing the last sex scene was so hard, it always felt like there was something missing to it. But at end I was happy with it.

Let me know what you think, I'd love to hear your feedback 💖

💌

@https-hann 🫶🏻

[daisies-daydreams]

Your Special Day (König x F!Wife!Reader)

Pairing: König x F!Wife!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut (18+) Warnings: Swearing, Bathing Together, Massages, Petnames, Fingering, Soft Sex, P in V Sex, Unprotected Sex (You Know the Drill), Birthday Sex, Missionary, Mentions of Pregnancy, Implied Breeding Kink Word Count: 3.8k+

A/N: Today’s my birthday so I wrote something that’s shamelessly self-indulgent. 🤭 Also, after writing König fics for the past few months, I realized that it would be weird for his wife/partner to call him by his call sign…so I came up with a name for him myself (Felix).

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

You sighed and rubbed your temples before pinching the bridge of your nose. Even though today was your birthday, it didn’t mean that it was a break (something your four-year-old son, Johannes, thought was “uttewry pwepostowess").

You woke up several minutes after your alarm went off to find that your husband hasn’t returned from leave. Again. You had to push your worry aside and help Johannes get ready for school. You burnt the toast and eggs due to your groggy state of mind, so you had to quickly make him a bowl of cereal. You were almost late dropping him off and then got stuck in traffic. Work was non-stop today as well, so you couldn’t take a full lunch break. While you loved your son dearly, a part of you was relieved that he was staying with his Oma tonight. You don't know how much more you could take.

You slid out of the car and locked it before heading inside to your empty home, to eat at your empty table and crawl back into your empty bed. You kicked your shoes off and flicked on the light. You gasped as a massive, 7’0ft tall man stood in the kitchen holding a small box out towards you.

“Happy birthday, (Y/N),” Felix grinned. You immediately dropped your bag and rushed over. He chuckled as you jumped up and wrapped your arms and legs around his body. Your husband set the gift down on the table behind him to fully support your body, an arm slung beneath your bum and another wrapped over your back.

“You’re back, you’re finally back,” you said as tears of joy trickled down your face. He hummed and pecked the top of your head before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck as the two of you locked lips, hands wandering around each other’s bodies. When you finally parted, you saw that his own eyes looked glossed over.

“How long have you been back home?” you asked.

“I arrived this afternoon,” he answered as he rocked you in his arms. “But enough about me. Today’s your special day,” your husband grinned as he carried you towards the table. You felt your heart melt when you saw a candlelit dinner before you and a small cake placed at the center of the table.

“Felix, did you make all of this?” you asked as he set you down in your chair. He nodded, his sapphire eyes sparkling in the candlelight.

“Ja. I made sure to include all of your favorites!” Felix beamed giddily. Your smile stretched ear to ear as you leaned up and kissed him again.

“Thank you, mein großer Bär,” you cooed. Your husband smiled and kissed your forehead.

“Of course, meine kleiner hase,” he said softly. He slipped away and took his own seat across from you. The two of you began to eat, the room full of a comfortable quiet.

“How was work today?” Felix piped up. Your smile faltered while you chewed. He frowned as you swallowed.

“I’ve had better days,” you sighed. Felix hummed.

“I’m so sorry, schatz,” he said. You shrugged and shook your head.

“It’s fine,” you replied. Your eyes lingered on his gaze as you slipped your hand around the table. Your husband’s eyes lit up as you took his hand and squeezed it. “I’m just thankful that you've finally come back,” you grinned sweetly. Felix nodded, brushing his thick thumb across your knuckles.

“I’m glad to be here, too,” he smiled. The two of you ate the rest of your dinner. He told you to sit while he put the dishes in the dishwasher. “Do you want to open your present first or have some cake?” he called from the kitchen.

“I’ll do my present first,” you replied. Felix grunted before strolling back over with a lighter. He set it aside and handed the box over to you.

“I’ve had to keep this hidden from you for a few months,” he winked. You chuckled and untied the ribbon before pulling off the top. You gasped softly as you saw a pair of earrings and a necklace shining in the dim light of the candles.

“They’re gorgeous,” you murmured as you ran your hands over the intricate pieces of jewelry. Felix smiled and kissed your temple.

“I saw them while I was deployed over in Turkey. Their beauty immediately made me think of you,” he husked into your ear. You couldn’t help but giggle and blush at his compliment. “Sorry, I know it’s corny, but it’s true,” your husband shrugged and kissed your temple again.

“You know I like corny,” you replied with a wink. Felix chuckled.

“I’d help put those on you…but I have another surprise for you,” he said. You raised your brows curiously. “But first, how about we enjoy some cake?” Felix suggests. You smile and squeeze his hand.

“I’d like that very much,” you said. Felix nodded and flicked the lighter on before lighting the candles on the cake. Your face lit up just like the candles as he slid it over to you.

“Would you like me to sing for you?” he asked with a wry grin. You shook your head. “Oh? Are you sure? I have a nice vibrato, you know,” Felix wiggled his brows. You giggled. Your husband was usually quite reserved, and you were happy that you had the privilege to see this side of him.

“No, it’s okay,” you smiled. He shrugged.

“If you say so,” he shrugged as he placed his hands on your shoulders. You closed your eyes for a moment before blowing out the small flames. Felix leaned his hands over to pluck the candles out. “What did you wish for, hase?” he asked curiously. You hummed.

“You know that saying a wish out loud won’t make it come true,” you giggled.

“Nein, I have to argue with that,” he said as he handed you a slice of cake.

“Oh?” you asked. Felix nodded as he took a bite from his slice. He tilted his head to the side.

“Saying it out loud makes it seem all the more real…well, to me at least,” he explained. You smiled as you savored the sweetness of the cake. You're so happy you married a man who loves to cook.

“Well,” you began. Felix watched you as you shifted in your seat, your legs squeezing each other as you averted his gaze. “I was just wishing that…maybe we could give Johannes a little baby brother or sister?” you muttered. Felix remained stiff as a board as his eyes widened. Your shoulders slumped.

“I know it’s sudden, but-“ your breath hitched when you felt him pull you into a tight hug. You could hear his heart racing as he pulled you close.

“I can certainly help with that,” Felix murmured lowly. You felt heat rise from your core to your cheeks as his hot breath fanned over your neck. He nipped your ear as his calloused hands wandered down to cup your breasts.

“Mmm,” you moaned quietly as his lips lingered along your jawline while his hands kneaded your mounds.

“I could even make it a part of your surprise,” he offers while squeezing your tits. You bit your lip.

“Why don’t you go ahead and show me then?” you purred as you ran your finger down his face. He groaned before picking you up, his hands now kneading your bum. Felix pulled back and quickly blew out the candles before carrying you to your bathroom. The sweet aroma of vanilla and roses cascaded through the air. Candles were lit around the tub as he set you down on the edge of it. He leaned over and turned on the faucet, hot water pouring out and swirling around. Your heartbeat against your sternum as you looked up at your husband.

Felix gently came down to his knees and cupped your face in his hands. You leaned forward and met his lips. Steam rose up from the warm water as his hands wandered down to unbutton your blouse.

“Felix,” you sighed. Your throat hitched when his lips fell onto your neck, suckling gently as he pulled your top down. His hand continued to wander to your back where he unclasped your bra. Soon, you were completely bare before him. Felix’s pupils were blown as he took in the sight of your naked form.

“Hinreißend,” he breathed as he cupped your chin with his hand. Your face flushed. Felix grinned before shuffling back, discarding his own clothes from his body. Your lips parted when you saw a fresh scar trace across his shoulder.

“Baby,” you said with knitted brows. Felix gasped when you traced your fingertips near the wound. His hands fell on top of yours.

“I’ll be okay,” he assured you in a calm, raspy voice. You frowned as you looked into his eyes. You suddenly took his hand and brought it up to your lips. You kissed each and every one of his rough knuckles. Felix chuckled. “What are you doing?” he asked softly. Suddenly, his boxers fell onto the floor. His cock was already twitching slightly as you gazed at it. You squealed when he picked you up again, peppering your face with kisses. He kissed the tip of your nose and gazed into your eyes.

“I’m the one who’s supposed to be spoiling you,” he purred. He kissed your neck a few more times before slowly lowering you into the warm water. Your muscles instantly relaxed as you were submerged beneath the surface. Felix turned the faucet off before sliding in behind you. The water level rose as he sat down and sprinkled some rose petals across the water.

“You weren’t kidding-you are spoiling me,” you chuckled. Felix smiled before setting the jar aside. You sighed and closed your eyes as you leaned your back against your husband’s strong chest. He whispered words of praise as his large hands rubbed and massaged your aching muscles. It was amazing how someone so massive could be so gentle.

Eventually, he soaked a washcloth and began to lightly scrub across your body, his other hand placed on your shoulder. You flinched slightly when you felt one of his fingers tap against your clit.

“Tschuldigung. Was that too sudden?” Felix asked, his voice laced with concern. You shook your head and slid forward, allowing his finger to rest over your slit.

“No, it just felt really good,” you told him as your face flushed. Felix hummed.

“Would you like me to continue, then?” he asked gently. Your heart warmed at his sentiment. Despite being married for a few years, he still asked for permission each time. You spread your legs a little wider and rested your hand over his, pressing his finger deeper into your pussy lips.

“Please, keep going,” you said. You could feel the deep rumble coming from Felix’s chest as he laid the washcloth aside. You rested your arms over his knees as he traced his finger up and down your slit. A small moan left your lips as he circled the pad of his digit across your puffy clit. His lips fell onto your shoulder as his other hand kneaded your breast. You panted as he played with your nub while another finger teased your entrance.

“Felix,” you gasped and squeezed his legs.

“Yes, hase?” he asked, his lips departing from your shoulder. You whined as you thrusted your hips forward, your face twisted in pleasure.

“I need you,” you keened. Without any hesitation, Felix picked you up and stepped out of the tub. He wrapped a towel around you before walking back into your bedroom. The giant man gently laid you down on the mattress before unwrapping the towel, seeing the treasure resting below him. The bed creaked as he climbed onto the mattress.

“What would you like to do, Kätzchen?” he murmured. You’ve never seen so much love held in someone’s eyes as he gazed down at you. You smiled up at him and cupped his cheek.

“Could you…could you finger me?” you asked, a sudden shyness overwhelming you. He smiled and nodded.

“Anything for you, liebling” Felix grinned. His lips found yours as his hand wandered over to grab the lube on the bedside dresser. He slid it across his fingers before dipping them into your wet heat. You moaned as he spread your labia apart with his thick fingers, his lips tenderly pressed against yours. His tongue slipped into your warm mouth as he stroked your clit with his thumb as he gently pushed two fingers into your hole. You squealed into his mouth as he pumped his fingers into your tight heat, your pussy squelching softly with every steady thrust.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Felix breathed when he parted from your kiss. You moaned as he rubbed your clit with gentle, methodical strokes. “And kind,” he continued as he curled the pads of fingers against your g-spot, causing your walls to clench around him. Felix’s fingers began to thrust into you at a quicker pace as he sucked a hickey over your pulse. “You’re just so wonderful, meine schatz,” your husband praised in a soft voice. The words caused a wave of pleasure to roll over you as you felt your lower muscles tense. Your hands fisted the sheets as he added a third finger into your dripping cunt.

“F-Felix-oh my God,” you panted as you threw your head back. He always made sure you felt full and stretched out-it was the only way he could prepare you for his cock.

“That’s it, liebling. Just relax,” Felix purred as his other hand kneaded the flesh of your hip. You watched his fingers dip in and out of you as he groaned. “Your clit looks so delectable,” he murmured. You shuddered as he pressed his thumb against it even more. “Would it be alright if I had a taste?” your husband asked before raking his teeth down your neck.

“P-Please,” you gasped out. Felix groaned as his lips trailed down your clavicle, then through the valley of your breasts. Your head grew more and more dizzy as he neared your mons pubis. He locked eyes with you, his fingers still stuffed inside your wet cunt as he rolled his tongue out. You cried out with pleasure as he flicked his tongue over the hood of your clit. He grunted as he tasted your bundle of nerves, his fingers now gliding in and out of your gummy walls.

“Yes,” you moaned as your fingers curled around his scruffy ginger hair. Felix groaned as you tugged at his locks while he moved his head back and forth, wrapping his pink lips around your sensitive clit. You arched your back as he pushed his fingers all the way down to his knuckles. He unpuckered his lips and drew sloppy, wet circles around your nub. The pressure inside you was threatening to tear you to pieces before the simple act of him moaning into your folds made your hips snap forward.

“FELIX!” you keened as your body grew stiff. Felix continued to thrust his fingers inside you as he lapped at your clit, each small motion causing your contractions to swell and linger. You panted as he gave your clit one final kiss.

“Danke, hase,” Felix cooed as he rubbed the inside of your thigh. You grunted as he pulled his fingers out. He observed them intently, watching as your slick mixed with the lube glistened beneath the dim lighting of the bedroom. “Goodness, you’ve made quite the mess on my hand,” he chuckled. You blushed. “Oh, don't be ashamed...it only made me harder for you,” he whispered. Your eyes trailed down to see his cock flushed red and leaking with a familiar opaque liquid. He sat on his knees and began to stroke his length, the wet sounds causing your walls to flutter around nothing. His deep blue eyes were watching your expressions carefully as he ran his thumb across his slit.

“I’m going to make sure your birthday wish comes true, (Y/N),” Felix groaned. You moaned quietly at his words as he leaned over and applied more lube to his thick cock. To say it stretched you out would be an understatement-your entire pussy was about to get a full workout. He sighed as he lined the tip up to your entrance, one of his hands coming to rest next to your face.

“Are you ready?” he asked. You nodded and spread your legs even wider.

“Fill me with your cum,” you demanded softly. Felix’s arms nearly buckled at your lewd command.

“I will-but I want to take my time with my liebe Frau and make sure she feels loved…if that’s alright with you,” he said as he stroked your chin with his thumb. You nodded and rested your hands over his shoulders. Smiling down and kissing you deeply, he started to push his thick length inside. Your eyes squeezed shut as his tip breached your entrance, already spreading you open with a delectable burn.

“Ah, you feel so good,” Felix praised as his cock slowly plunged into your quivering pussy. He pecked the corner of your mouth as his length slid deeper with every inch. Your breasts rose and fell as he finally bottomed out inside you. He panted as he allowed you to adjust to the size and stretch of his cock. Being a few months away meant you had to take matters into your own hands, though nothing you did could ever compare to how your walls would have to mold to the shape of his member.

“Are you feeling okay?” Felix asked, his hand stroking your cheek. You nodded and swallowed thickly as his cock twitched inside of you.

“I-I’m good. Just need a moment to adjust,” you gulped. Felix hummed and massaged your hips.

“You’re doing great, Kätzchen,” he murmured softly. With a few deep breaths your muscles began to relax. A surge of heat rushed over you as you felt his burning tip leak precum against your cervix. "Do you feel good enough for me to start moving?" your husband asked. You nodded. Felix released a deep sigh as he pulled his cock halfway out before slowly sliding it back in. Your ankles locked around the back of his thighs as he pumped into you at a slow, steady pace.

“You’re such a good wife-taking all of my cock like it was made for you,” he moaned as his hands squeezed your waist. You mewled as he thrusted into you, the burn caused by the stretch melting with every movement of his dick. “So gut,” Felix moaned as your cunt flexed around his girth. His hands wandered up and massaged your breasts gingerly as his thrusts became more determined, yet still remained gentle.

“Oh, baby,” you moaned as he lightly pinched and rubbed your nipples. His mouth wandered down and latched onto your breast. You gripped Felix’s shoulder when hips suddenly snapped forward, driving his cock even deeper into your tight walls. You squealed as he parted from your breast with a wet ‘pop’. Felix pushed himself forward, his chiseled lower body catching your clit and rubbing against it with each eager thrust of his cock. Your mind was turning to mush as you felt your lower muscles tense again.

“Felix, baby-I’m gonna cum!” you panted. You gasped when he picked up the pace just a little more.

“I know, schatz. I’m getting close, too,” he murmured. You cried out as a wave of pleasure rippled through you as he groaned above you. Your body swayed back and forth with every rock of his hips. Your breathing grew more and more ragged as your lips parted into a quiet whine.

“Mach weiter, hase-cum around my cock,” Felix grunted. Stars sprinkled your vision as you felt your hips snap forward, bringing him impossibly deeper. He groaned as your walls clamped and convulsed around his dick.

“Oh, liebling,” your husband cooed as he peppered your face with kisses. You noticed his thrusts faltered as he continued to fuck into your sensitive cunt. He whimpered above you, a sound you would have never guessed a man of his stature could make. Felix rested his forehead against yours as his member throbbed inside of you.

“S-Scheiße,” he groaned as he pounded against your cervix.

“Yes, yes,” you moaned loudly. Both of you gasped when he suddenly stilled above you. He moaned quietly as his brows knitted together, his face lighting up with ecstasy as he pumped his warm, sticky load into your stretched out hole. Both of you gasped as his Adam's apple slowly bobbed. He relaxed above you before signing contently.

“You were amazing,” you beamed. Felix grinned warmly as he gave a chaste kiss to your plump lips.

“Not as amazing as you were, hase,” he said softly. Felix kept his cock plugged inside your cunt as he rested on top of you, his weight being a welcome sensation to your overstimulated body. The two of you exchanged sweet kisses and loving strokes as your eyelids began to droop. He chuckled.

“Feeling tired, schatz?” Felix asked. You nodded and yawned. He cooed before pecking your forehead. “Here, let me clean you up,” he whispered. As soon as he pulled out, he grunted in disapproval as his cum began to leak from your hole. He gently shoved it back inside with two of his fingers, making sure it reached into your cervix. “We wouldn’t want to waste any, now would we?” his eyes were sparkling as if he were anticipating becoming a father again. You smiled and nodded.

Felix slipped away into the bathroom before bringing out a damp washcloth. He patted your folds gingerly before tossing the cloth and towel resting below you into the hamper. Your husband slid into bed, drawing the covers over the two of you before wrapping his strong arms around your body. He felt so warm as he pressed himself against you. Felix stared at you with silent admiration before kissing your lips.

“Get some sleep, liebling. You need to get some good rest while our little one grows inside of you,” he whispered while gently stroking your belly. You smiled at the thought and nuzzled closer to his side.

“Guten nacht, mein großer Bär,” you murmured.

“Guten nacht, meine kleiner Hase,” he said softly.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

Translations:

Hase - Bunny

Ja - Yes

Mein großer Bär - My big bear

Meine kleiner Hase - My little bunny

Schatz - Treasure

Nein - No

Hinreißend - Gorgeous

Tschuldigung - I'm sorry

Kätzchen - Kitten

Meine schatz - My treasure

Liebling - Dear

Danke - Thank you

Liebe Frau - Dear wife

Mach weiter - Go on

Mutti - Mom

[nekrosmos]

*burst into your room through your window* hi- *coughs glass shards out* I am here to say MANY things, positive things about your fic you wrote, but honestly it's more like my live reaction and my fav parts of the fic, it's gonna be long!!!! I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND READING ME YAP!!!

First of all, ∞/10, this is your first fic??? IT'S SO GOOD!! you got the atmosphere the vulnerability the softness the banter AND the good ol smut down, I love it, it was like I was joining them in the fishing trip because of how nice the visual was

ok from here on out it's all about my fav parts of the fic HEHE

the two had aged together is!!!!!!so!!!!!!!!freaking!!!!!!sWEET!!!!!they've been through it all together for the longest time!!!!!!

something about this just makes me change the way Im looking at Price, like..."he just love her" is such a deceivingly simple line but it holds so much weight. He may have "love" him but it was never a full attachment, rather just...embracing the love he was offered. He loved her because he could, not because of...everything el1se that matters. At least that's how I see it and GOD it hurts so good

ah hem AKSJDHAKS how did Nik not choke on air for that- anyways

Im getting my pitchfork for that CO (even tho the bastard is not around anymore) and the way Nik also got him?! *wails*

"there had been a lifetime of missed opportunities between the two" IS SUCH A GOOOOODDD LINEEEE GRRGGR YOUR BRAIN!!

🥺something about them giggling and being themselves just GRIPS MY HEART!!!!

it's the fact that the "friend" turned to "love" that got me feral I was SOOOO KASJHDKADJ hAPPY for em

chef au....

Nik the mAN YOU ARE!!! THE REST I COULD LIVE WITH!!!!GRRR!!! SUCH GOOD LINE!!! HIS NIK!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was walking when I read this part and basically fist the air in victory KASJHDKAJH also I love the train of thought here for Price...it's such a him thing to overthink

there is nothing wrong with that - URGH RIP MY HEART OUT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!

again, another great line, frame this and smack it to my forehead because yes, that is Nik

I really really like in between the spicy scenes there are goofy scenes because...my god it just make everything lighter and more...how to say? real. In the moment and all, yk, it's so nice reading them laughing and stuff. But also this line "their romantic relationship wasn't born today, but weeks ago" again, chef kiss

very long ramble and Im surprised im allowed to type this much into an ask (ah heck it could get cut for all I know but) just know this fic was a lifesaver during my lunch break, had an extremely hard day and this helped a bunch.

Im looking forward to see your future fics if you do write them!!

Okay I'm officially smiling like an idiot and I think I'm gonna have to reread your ask many, many times because HOLY SHIT you just made me so unbelievably happy ​😭​😭​❤️​❤️​❤️​

It was my first fic with them !! I've been writing for a long time, switched to english a few years ago and have been writing casually ever since ,,,, But this was the longest fic I've ever posted and it was a nice challenge honestly !!

Also the way you pointed out some of your favorite scenes jdvlskjd,vpùidjvbpvj I'm losing my mind, I'm so happy ​😭​ I literally couldn't ask for better feedback !!!

I actually really like your interpretation of that line about his ex wife !! I left it pretty open so people can hc whatever they want :3c In my personal hc, he really did love her immensely, but he kept hurting her unintentionally by never being around, never giving her what she needed because of his work, etc. ​Just one of those "it wasn't meant to be" relationships. (Also, other random hc, but Nik was here at Price's wedding, he got along really well with his ex wife, but everything about it broke his fucking heart over and over again. Oops 💔)

And I'm so glad you pointed out the banters during the smut scene !! It's my favorite thing to do honestly !! To me, sex scenes don't have to be so serious all the time, I like when characters communicate while it's happening, I like when they're laughing together <3 And these two have so much shared history that it just makes sense to me !!

God, again, thank you so much for this, you really did just make my day Gomz !!!! You're absolutely lovely !!

[yelenabelovasbxtch]

Overworked

Shuri X f!reader

a/n: It has been a hot min! But I'm happy to be back :) Life has been super busy and honestly, I just haven't been able to make time for writing :( but hopefully going forward I can do it more because I miss it and I miss you guys! Feel free to send requests esp for this character, can't promise I will get to all of them but I can try! Or you can just send me a message for fun anything at all but anyways as always I hope you enjoy! p.s. More shuri fics??? LMK!! I have one in mind I wanna do I think

Warnings: Kinda spicy but not really smutty, not proofread, 18+, fluff, angst a tad, SPOILERS FOR WAKANDA FOREVER

Word Count: 1548

Concept (requested): "Hello!!! Can you do an imagine where Shuri has been overworking herself and the reader is the only one who can get her to take a break maybe with a smut scene (only if you’re comfortable with writing that) :)"

Taglist for some of my other work bc I don't have one for Shuri specifically (LMK IF YOU WANT TO B ADDED) : @yelenaslyubov @youreatotalposer @jeyramarie @flosbelova @bridgecitybrad @justthis-stuff @chloe7076 @ailenepuff @thorya22 @ravenclawbitch426 @mellowladyangel @amcg0605-blog @kassies-take @yelenaswife1996 @wandanatchick @lilroachsworld

“Griot, open the door.” You demand as you wait outside of Shuri’s lab. 

“Griot!! Don’t you dare.” You hear muffled through the wall. 

“Shuri!!! Let me in!!” You say a little louder for her to hear. 

No response. 

“Panther, need I remind you that y/n is just as smart as you and I do believe if she wants to find a way into this room she will.” Griot says over the speakers in the lab. 

A small smile comes across Shuri’s face when she remembers how brilliant her girlfriend truly is. Just as she opens her mouth to tell Griot to open the doors it’s too late anyways as she hears the swoosh from the doors open and sees her not so happy girlfriend standing in front of her. 

“Look I swear I was about to let you in-” Shuri starts, picking up what she was working on trying to continue working on it as she walks backwards away from her girlfriend. 

“Pass it over.” You say in your best sounding stern mom voice. 

“I am SO close please- let me just get five more minutes.” She says with those dark beautiful eyes.��

“Shuri, you said that last night and when I woke up this morning, your side of the bed wasn’t even touched.” 

A small guilty laugh comes out of your girlfriend as you continue to walk towards her until she is backed up against the table and has nowhere to go. 

“Shuri, what’s going on? Why haven’t you left the lab in days?”

This more careless expression drops off her face as she looks down at her feet. 

“Ever since everything that happened with Namor, I just— I know we reached a mutual understanding but I can’t help but feel like something is still wrong and Wakanda— Wakanda feels unprotected.”

“Shuri— wakanda isn’t unprotected. It has you, we have our black panther and you know that.”

“Yeah, but what if I’m not enough? I’m not T’Challa and honestly I know most of the elders still aren’t pleased with my choice to turn down the throne but take up the mantle of the black panther.” She says with a small chuckle. 

You give her a soft smile as you cup her face bringing her towards you and laying a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“I know you’ve been working very hard on all of your new projects but please— my love, let me take you for lunch so you can try to unwind a little.”

Shuri nods her head as she gently sets down the items in her hands and takes yours as you walk out of the lab together. 

The two of you went to your favourite local food vendor downtown in the Capital of Wakanda. They are a small hole in the wall type of place but always have the best service and the most spectacular food…it does help of course that you’re dining with the princess of Wakanda.

“I am STUFFED.” Shuri says with the most adorable giggle and smile as she looks over at you. 

“Are you feeling a little bit better now?” You ask.

“Much. Thank you.” She says as she leans in for a quick kiss. “I think I know what would make me feel even better though…” she says with a cheeky grin. 

You raise your eyebrows at her when you quickly click into what she has running through her mind. “Oh really?” 

“Mhm.”

Shuri grabs your hand as she pulls you onto the back of her motorcycle which you know can be dangerous but you secretly love it. Getting to hold her waist tightly, weaving through other vehicles and just the feeling of going at such a speed. 

“My queen.” Shuri says, extending her hand looking to help you off her bike. 

The blush ran through your cheeks, you always get a little flustered when she says things like that to you. 

God your girlfriend was so fucking hot. It was the matching purple tracksuit outfit that really just did it for you. 

Shuri led you upstairs to her room while you followed eagerly behind. 

“Griot.”

“Welcome back panther and miss Y/n.”

“You know what to do.” She says. 

You turn and look at your girlfriend with a confused look on your face as she has a devious smile on her face. 

The lights start dimming as a giant white screen begins to roll down from the ceiling across from Shuri’s bed. A projector flickers on with an endless list of movies to choose from along with chocolates and other assorted snacks appearing on the side table. 

“I thought you said you were full?” You say nudging towards the sweet treats. 

“Oh I am— but I actually have one last thing I wouldn’t mind eating…” She responds with a very familiar look on her face. “Oh wait! One more thing.” Shuri says as she pulls out a small box with a bow. 

You open the box only to reveal an unbelievably sexy purple matching set. You raise an eyebrow in your girlfriend's direction as she can’t stop smiling at you. 

“So…”

You let out a chuckle and a playful eye roll as you tell her you’ll be right back as you make your way towards the bathroom. 

The bathroom door unlocks as you walk through it and Shuri turns her head as fast as she can only to have her jaw drop on the floor as she takes in your beauty. 

Letting out the loudest “DAMN!” She can’t help but cover her mouth with her hands as you slowly walk towards her. 

“God, have I ever told you that you are the most beautiful woman in the entire universe?”

“Oh is that so?”

“Oh my god yes.”

You continue to slowly walk towards Shuri but her impatience grows bigger so she quickly walks over to you, swiftly lifting you off your feet. Your legs wrap around her as she holds you up and her lips connect with yours. Your arms draped over her shoulders as she continued to passionately kiss you. 

Shuri gently lays you down on the bed as she crawls on top and begins slowly kissing down your neck as the softest moans escape your lips. Your eyes open ever so slightly as they start to roll back into your head when you see a flashing blue light coming from the side table.

“Shuri…”

“Yes my love? She whispers into your neck as she continues to make her way down.

“I think there is a notification coming from your kimoyo beads.”

“Ignore it. Whoever it is can wait, I only want to be with you right now.”

You close your eyes as she hits the soft spot on your hip causing shivers to roll up your spine sending your head backwards into the pillows. 

The light had stopped flashing but started again but this time it was blinking faster.

“Shuri…”

“y/n. Just ignore it, do not worry.” She says as her lips softly lay a kiss on yours. 

Shuri brings one of her hands up to gently cup your face as her tongue explores the inside of your mouth. Her hands start to trail down the sides of your stomach and begin to tug on the new lingerie she bought you. It’s been awhile since the two of you have spent time together like this and god was your body craving it. You felt like you were falling into a trance…

“Panther, I tried to stop him but you have incoming.” Griot announces.

“wha-WHAT HEY.” Shuri screams as she whips the duvet over your slightly exposed body. You look over at the door frame to see M’Baku standing there with his hand over his eyes.

“Shuri, I am sorry to interrupt whatever I may have interrupted but we need you now.”

“I am very clearly in the middle of something. Whatever it is, you are king now and you can handle it.” She says in a surprisingly calm yet stern tone. “And take your hand down, there is nothing to see.”

M’Baku slowly lowers his hand and makes eye contact with you as you give him a little wave from under the covers. 

“I’m sorry, but you need to come, you know the elders, they do not like to be kept waiting. I swear I would not be here doing this if it was not important. We need the Black Panther.”

Shuri rolls her eyes, “if I had known I would have this many responsibilities I would have never drank that stupid herb.” she says in a sarcastic tone. 

“I will be back soon my love, I promise.” Shuri says as she kisses you on the forehead. “Griot please turn on y/n’s favourite until I get back.”

“As you wish.” Griot responds as your favourite movie is already loading up on the screen. 

“My king.” She says bending over and motioning towards the door for M’Baku to walk through. He just rolls his eyes with a laugh as she follows behind and the door closes behind them.

Although she left you right when things were about to get good, you were still happy to see her getting back to her usual self, sarcastic and always joking around with the most amazing smile too. 

– The End –

[yanderepuck]

I let you guys choose my next smut fic via polls. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't surprised by the outcome. However I was really excited about the outcome.

Prompt: Him in Heat (submissive). Faust x Reader

Being in heat has got to be the most inconvenient, embarrassing parts to bring a vampire. You have no control over it. You don't know when it's coming or how hard it will hit. Faust has tried to come up with someway to stop it, but it's not easy to test since it only happens once a year.

He normally just tries to stay in bed and let it pass. He can't get anything done. But in the past he's never had to deal with you.

You know they all go through this, and you've been curious to know what Faust is going to be like. He's already rough in bed normally. So what is he like when he can't control himself?

The thoughts that go through your head would send you straight to hell. How dominant and controlling would he be?

A few months go by and you completely forget about it.

Faust is in his lab working on something and seems to be very strict about not wanting anyone to bother him, but you got the message from Charles so who really knows.

Early in the afternoon you decided to go into his lab with some lunch to spend some time with him.

"Faust? I made us some lunch," you smile at him as you walk in, going to set the tray on the table in the middle of the room.

He jumped when hearing your voice, dropping the utensil he was holding. "Didn't Charles tell you I didn't want to be interrupted today?" His voice was snippy and he bent down to grab what he was using.

"He did. But you also say that everyday," you giggle.

Faust always says he wants to be alone when he's working. But you know that if you don't come and bother him that he won't take breaks, and will even fall asleep in the lab.

"I had him tell you for a reason," he groans. As he stands back up he notices that you've moved directly beside him, looking at the notebook on the table.

"What are you working on?" You try reading his notes, but he only writes in a mix of German and French, and his handwriting isn't exactly easy to read.

"None of your business," he shut the book on you and steps away from you, going to the other side of the table actually.

Letting out a dramatic goan you hunch over the table. "I just want to know."

He ignores you. He is trying to ignore you, but you're just standing there, looking at him as if you're expecting him to do something.

Sigh. "Do you mind. I want to be alone for a reason."

"But I want to help you."

"You can help me by leaving."

You pout. That's no way to treat a woman you like. You move from your spot at the table, over to the other side to join him, wanting to watch him.

You ended up brushing against him and he instantly froze, dropping his utensil again, but this time it landed on the table.

"Are you feeling alright? Maybe you should lay in bed for the day."

He takes a deep breath, but he feels like that made it worse. All he can smell was you. He is doing his best to control himself. You're both quiet for a few moments. He's trying to think of how to get you to leave without physically pushing you out the door, and you are trying to figure out what could be wrong.

"I'm fine. Now why don't you-"

"You're in heat, aren't you?" You cut him off with a smirk. Your eyes stay on his face, watching it go red with embarrassment. He didn't even have to answer. He would have immediately said no if it wasn't true. "You know, I can help you with that."

"I don't need any help. I'll be fine as long as you leave."

You've been around for a little less than a year, there's no way you were going to miss out on this. You stood in front of him, having your arms on either side of him, holding the table so he's stuck there.

"You've been resisting your urges all day. Why don't we do something about them," you press your body against his.

Faust bites his lip. Your body against his is enough to make him moan.

He's not dominant at all in this situation. He's embarrassed. Now is finally your chance to top him.

Your leg fits perfectly between his. Pressing hard against his crotch. How long has he been this hard? How is he able to get any work done like this?

You stand on your toes to kiss him, and he completely melts into you. His hips instinctively rock against your leg, trying to get any kind of friction. For once you're in control and you're really hoping that you don't mess this up.

Before he can do anything you grab him by the wrists and hold his hands down on the table. His breathing picks up and his moans get louder

"Why don't you let me help you, Docteur? You can be my patient this time."

You make sure to get close to him, your breath hitting against his skin.

He let out a groan. "Stop that."

"You're going to have to sound more convincing than that."

You let his hands go and start undoing his belts. Just as you thought, he didn't bother pushing you away. You manage to push him back on the table, and you get on top of him, straddling his lap.

He grabs your hips as he moves himself farther into the table so he isn't half way off. He quickly hitches up your skirt, squeezing your thighs, moaning as you brush against his crotch.

"I don't think I've ever seen you this needy, Docteur," after unbuttoning his collar you unzip his coat and push it open.

"Don't worry about the clothes," he snaps. He rocks his hips against you, holding you down against him for friction.

"I wish you had one of those operating tables where I could tie you down," you pout and continue to unbutton his shirt. If he got to watch you riding him, you at least wanted to look at his bare chest.

Since you're apparently too busy staring at his chest, Faust starts opening up his pants himself. You keep pouting and move his hands away to do it yourself.

You finally get his cock free and you begin to rub it. He moans louder, sounding relieved that he's finally being touched.

You swirl your thumb around his swollen tip, precum leaking out. You would be lying if you said you weren't excited too.

Holding his cock in place you sit yourself on him, slowing down at about half way. He's so much longer than you think he is.

He grips your thighs again and pulls you all the way down, moaning as his cock is fully wrapped around your walls.

You bite your lip as he rocks his hips. He holds you down on him and moans.

You grab his hands and rip them off of you, pinning them to the table, slightly lifting your hips up. He whines. "Ride me, already."

He's so close to begging. "I'm the one doing you a favor. I could get off of you right now and leave you a mess," and because it would be torture for him, you would.

You keep him pinned down and start moving your hips back and forth. He bucks his hips up, trying to get deeper in you.

"Come on," he growls.

You lift your hips up, just enough where it's just his tip in you, and you hover yourself over him.

"Ugh. What are you doing."

"Beg."

"What?"

"Tell me how badly you want me to fuck myself on you."

He definitely wasn't expecting this from you. But if he wasn't acting the way he was then you would have kept going.

He can't even buck his hips up to get any satisfaction.

You hold both of his hands above his head with one of yours so that you can grab his jaw with your other. You make him look at you. "I need my patient to tell me what he needs."

You can tell he's embarrassed. He's never been so vulnerable.

"I need you to ride me," he whines. You can see his fangs poking out. "It's hurts not to be in you."

He moves his arms against you, trying to break them free. You know he easily could, so that must mean that he likes being pinned down.

You smirk at seeing him wiggle under you and decide to go back down on him. You let his hands go and place your hands on his lower abs. Not only because you want to feel him, but to steady yourself as you go up and down on him.

Once you find a rhythm to start moving in, Fausts hands simply rest on your thighs and he moans.

For as long as he has been a vampire he's never given into what his heat wants. Now that he knows how amazing it is, he doesn't know how he avoided it.

You lift yourself up and come down on him hard. You started to pick up the pace as you got more comfortable with the motions. He may not be the railing you, but you aren't disappointed. You're the one getting to see him look at pathetic and needy now.

Faust couldn't help but thrust his hips up after some time. Meeting with you as he came down on him. You both seemed to moan in unison. His hands started to squeeze your tights more before getting closer to your crotch and beginning to rub you clit.

Your movements start to get sloppy as jolts of pleasure go through your body. You started to rock your hips as you catch your breath, and quickly Faust started to squirm under you again.

Your hands go up his torso and to his chest, feeling every hill and valley on his body. "What do you want to do to me, Docteur?"you purr, humming as you touch his body. "Tell me what you're going to do to me when I get off of you."

"I'm going to bend you over this table and tie you to it and fuck you for the rest of the day. I want you to be so filled with my cum that it's pouring down your legs."

His hand stops rubbing your clit and goes up your stomach, pressing against you to feel how deep his cock is. "You're going to be filled all the way up here with my cum."

"That sounds fun," you smirk. As your hands move across his body, one wraps around his neck, putting some pressure on the sides. "But I think I'm going to stay on you for a bit longer. You have such a cute pathetic look on your face."

He moans as your hand squeezes his neck. You start moving again quickly picking up the pace as before, starting to feel his legs shake as if he's going to cum soon.

"You can still fill me with your cum this way."

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