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witchywithwhiskey · 2 months ago

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so glittery

pairing: sugar daddy!steve rogers x sugar baby!female reader

summary: when your sugar daddy returns from a long business trip on christmas eve, you're waiting for him—on your knees in the prettiest lingerie money could buy—and he's just as happy to see you as you are him.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, established relationship, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming, hand jobs, brief masturbation (m), very brief anal play (f receiving), light bdsm, size kink, praise kink, daddy kink, dirty talk, pet names (princess, baby, pretty present), sex with feelings, aftercare, very happy/fluffy ending

word count: 5.1k

a/n: here's my december 10 entry for @the-slumberparty's december daze challenge and it's only like 4 days late 😅 i used the prompt: "I'm your present." i've been wanting to write a sugar daddy steve rogers fic for a bit and this seemed like a good opportunity!! also, the title is inspired by the kacey musgraves christmas song, "glittery." hope y'all enjoy!! ♡

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Excitement was an effervescent cocktail of glorious anticipation and glittery joy, thrumming through your body and throbbing between your thighs while you checked your makeup in the hall mirror before lowering yourself to your knees in perfect view of the front door.

Your fingers distractedly smoothed over the lace and ribbons and bows that wrapped around your body, and you had to stop yourself from bouncing where you sat while you strained your ears to hear the sounds of the elevator. You couldn’t wait for the man you were expecting to walk through the door. It had been too long since you’d last seen him.

Your sugar daddy, Steve Rogers, had been on a business trip oversees for nearly a month, and you were the first person he’d see after returning to New York City on Christmas Eve. He’d texted you only moments ago to let you know he was in the elevator on the way up to his penthouse apartment, where you waited for him.

When you’d planned your Christmas Eve reunion together, he’d had very specific requests for how he wanted you to be waiting for him, and you’d been all too happy to indulge in his demands. It sent another pulse of excitement through your body when you thought about how Steve would react when he walked in and found you already on your knees for him.

Seconds later, the front door of the penthouse swung open and Steve’s reaction didn’t disappoint.

The moment the gloriously handsome man laid eyes on you, he came to an abrupt halt, one hand still on the door while his blue eyes were riveted on only you. Steve stood in the open doorway for a long minute while his gaze feasted on the sight you presented to him.

A bright, beaming smile spread across your face the longer he stared, your body warming under his gaze as you struggled not to look down at yourself. You already knew how you looked. You’d spent a ridiculously long time searching for the perfect set of lingerie, which you’d purchased at Steve’s behest—and with his black Amex.

But after all that time searching, you were happy with what you’d found. The lingerie was tastefully Christmas themed, hugging your curves in red silk and lace. Little white bows accented different parts of your body, with one nestled perfectly between your tits.

Steve’s eyes seemed stuck on that particular bow, watching your tits bouncing lightly in the ribbons and lace as your breathing picked up with your excitement. Anticipation was bubbling champagne in your veins, and you leaned forward slightly, arching your back and giving your sugar daddy an even more enticing look at your body.

The movement seemed to snap Steve out of whatever spell he’d been under because he cleared his throat and finally stepped further into the apartment, closing the door behind him. He tossed his keys onto table in the entryway and shed his coat, hanging it up on the door to the closet without taking his eyes off you.

His silent staring gave you time to properly look at your sugar daddy for the first time in weeks.

Steve was dressed casually in a soft-looking black sweater and dark gray wool slacks. His broad shoulders filled out the comfy looking fabric, while the sleeves of the sweater were pushed up slightly to reveal his toned forearms. You took notice of his toned legs briefly, but you couldn’t keep your gaze away from his handsome face for too long.

Your sugar daddy’s blue eyes were sparkling, even as his gaze continued to darken with lust. His mouth was curving into a delicious little smirk, and his lips looked impossibly pink against the pale skin of his clean-shaven jaw. With his blond hair swept back from his face, you had the urge to rake your fingers through it and drag him to you for a kiss.

“Now, what do we have here?” Steve rumbled, prowling further into the apartment until he stood just in front of you.

He was so close, you had to crane your neck back to look up at him, which only made your body tighten with excitement. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his slacks, and though his stance was casual, you could practically feel the lust radiating off him.

Steve quirked an eyebrow expectantly, and you finally found your tongue to offer the greeting he was expecting.

“I’m your present.”

The words had been one of Steve’s requests for your reunion, and even though he’d known they were coming, you enjoyed the slight hitch of his breath and the way his eyes narrowed slightly on you—and the way his cock twitched to life in the front of his pants.

Already, you were growing wet enough to leak into the panties of the expensive lingerie you’d purchased, your arousal an insistent pulse in your core. You shifted on your knees, pressing your thighs together while you tried to keep your gaze fixed on Steve’s face and not let it drop to the thickening length so close to your face.

“Such a pretty present,” Steve cooed sweetly, reaching out and stroking his thumb over your cheek.

The pad of his finger moved lower, running along your lip. You couldn’t help yourself—you ducked forward, taking his thumb into your mouth and giving him an affectionate little suckle.

Steve’s eyes darkened further, his voice dropping into a low, husky tone as he went on, “And how do pretty presents say hello?”

You smirked, your body warming with anticipation as Steve pulled his thumb from between your lips. His hand slipped back into his pocket, curling like it was wrapping around something, and leaving you to stare up his large body from your position at his feet.

Leaning forward, you held Steve’s gaze while you pressed your soft cheek against the lap of his slacks, feeling his cock twitch beneath the thick wool. Your mouth spread into a wide, sultry smile and you turned your face to brush a kiss against Steve’s hard length, reveling in the way it jumped beneath your lips, like his body was greeting you back.

“Hi, daddy,” you purred, your eyes fixed on Steve’s while you gave his cock another kiss through his pants.

“Good girl,” he rumbled in a pleased tone, sending glimmering sparkles of pleasure through your body as you basked in his praise. His fingers smoothed over your cheek and then his hand was skimming down to your arm until he caught your hand. “Up you go, princess.”

You breathed a small sigh of relief as you stood, grateful for Steve’s big hand holding you steady as your legs wobbled, even after such a short time on your knees. You leaned against his broad chest, breathing in the familiar scent of his expensive cologne as your legs regained their strength.

“Thank you, daddy,” you whispered sweetly into Steve’s sweater.

He rumbled a pleased sound in his throat, his other arm circling your waist and holding you close, your hands clasped together against his chest. For a moment, the two of you just enjoyed each other’s presence, and it settled something inside you, the tangible reminder that Steve was finally back after he’d been gone for so long.

Then, gently, your sugar daddy eased you away from his body, his bright blue eyes raking down your form and taking in the full effect of your lingerie while you were standing. If the pleased smile curing his lips was any indication, he enjoyed the outfit you’d chosen.

“Gimme a twirl, princess,” Steve commanded in a gruff voice, and you could practically hear the barely leashed desire in the richness of his tone. “Show daddy this sexy little outfit you wore for me.”

With a giddy laugh, you spun in a circle for your sugar daddy, your fingers clinging to Steve’s. He lifted his arm, keeping your hands connected above your head as you twirled for him, giving him a full view of the Christmasy outfit you’d worn for him.

When you were back facing him, you stumbled into his chest, still laughing lightly as you looked up at him, your gaze expectant.

“Do you like it, daddy?”

Steve’s big hands slid down your sides, skimming over the ribbons and bows, feeling the lace and silk swathing your body. His fingers dug into your soft curves, groping you shamelessly while he grinned at you.

“I love it, princess,” he said with genuine appreciation. He ducked down and brushed a brief kiss of greeting to your lips before murmuring in your ear, “It’s giving me some ideas about sitting you on my lap so you can show me what a good girl you’ve been this year.”

The words sinking into your mind felt like Steve had poured liquid desire over the top of your head, warmth washing down your body as heat ignited in your core. The throbbing of desire pulsed more insistently between your thighs.

Arching your spine, you pushed your soft tits against Steve’s hard chest, reveling in the way his big body shuddered when he felt your peaked nipples through your thin lingerie.

“Yes, please, daddy, let me sit on your cock—I’ll show you how good I can be,” you purred in Steve’s ear, your fingers curling in his soft sweater while you rubbed yourself against him like a desperate Christmas vixen.

Thankfully, Steve must’ve had enough teasing, because he grabbed your hand and towed you deeper into the apartment. The entryway opened up into the lavish and luxuriously decorated living room, which featured floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Manhattan.

The lights of the city shimmered as brightly as those on the massive Christmas tree that stood in the corner. Before Steve had arrived, you’d already scrutinized the decorations, coming to the conclusion he’d paid someone to do them, which explained why they were a little cold.

But you didn’t have a chance to think more about Steve’s Christmas decor just then since he was busy leading you over to the couch. He lowered himself onto the smooth linen cushions before hauling you onto his lap, your legs on either side of his thighs so you straddled him.

You were barely settled on his thighs when your hands greedily cupped Steve’s clean-shaven jaw and dragged his face to yours for a proper kiss. Sparkling, glittering joy filled your chest at the first firm press of your mouth against his.

Steve’s own happiness was evident when he rumbled a pleased sound in his chest. Then he kissed you back, plunging his tongue between your parted lips as his arms wound around your waist, hauling you closer until your core pressed against the growing bulge in the front of his slacks.

You moaned into your sugar daddy’s mouth, rocking against his hardness while you kissed him fervently. Your fingers threaded through Steve’s soft hair, twirling around and tugging on the ends before clinging to his shoulders for better leverage to grind your needy wet slit down on his thick bulge.

“Fuck, princess, I’ve missed you,” he rumbled in a gruff voice, mouth breaking away from yours to press hungry kisses to your jaw and neck.

Steve’s hands seemed to be everywhere at once—groping your tits and grasping your hips in greedy fingers. You were helpless to do anything but cling to him and moan your pleasure while he manhandled your body on his lap.

“Missed your cunt so fucking much—need to be inside you, baby.” Steve paused, lifting his head so he could catch your eye, his gaze the color of the night sky in winter. “Ya gonna let daddy sink into your achy, needy pussy, princess? Gonna let daddy have his present early?”

“Yes, yes, daddy, of course,” you answered, your tongue tripping over itself to get the words out as fast as you could. “Unwrap me, use me,” you bounced on his lap, grinding your dripping pussy against your sugar daddy’s bulge until you were nearly crying with need. “Please use my cunt, daddy, I want your cock—I need your cock, daddy, please!”

“Unwrap you?” Steve chuckled, ignoring the rest of what you’d said for the moment as he leaned back so his eyes could rake appreciatively down your body. “I don’t think so,” he said, shaking his head and smiling at you. “I want you looking like the prettiest Christmas present I’ve ever seen while you’re bouncing on my cock, princess.”

A wide smile spread across your face and you were so distracted by basking in Steve’s praise that you almost missed the way his hands lowered to the button and fly of his slacks. Almost.

Eagerly, your eyes dropped to watch Steve’s fingers nimbly undo his pants, your body bouncing in excited anticipation while he reached inside and pulled his cock free.

No matter how many times you saw Steve’s cock—and you’d seen it a lot throughout the course of your relationship—your core always clenched with need and your body heated with desire, your pussy leaking like it was begging to be filled.

You watched as Steve stroked himself with an expert hand, jealousy burning through your body. Steve’s cock was long and thick and perfect, a drop of pearly precum already beading at the tip, and your mouth filled with saliva at the thought of sliding to the floor between his legs and taking him between your lips.

Instead, Steve’s thumb rubbed over the head of his cock and smoothed the precum down his shaft, making himself slicker for you. Suddenly, you couldn’t wait any longer to touch him.

“A present? All for me, daddy?” you cooed, reaching for Steve’s cock and taking over. Your fingers squeezed him admiringly, with just the right amount of pressure that you knew he liked, and he rewarded you with a pleased grunt.

“All for you, baby,” Steve rumbled, affection soaking his voice so thoroughly that you finally tore your gaze away from his cock. You found your sugar daddy watching you, something deeper than affection in his darkened blue eyes.

Emotion fluttered in your chest and you smiled shyly at Steve as something passed between the two of you, something intangible and so perfect you could hardly stand it. On a whim, you leaned into Steve, pressing a kiss to his lips because it felt like the only way to convey how you were feeling.

When he smiled against your mouth, you knew he was feeling the same way. You delighted in that feeling for a moment and then you sat back on his thighs, giving his cock an affectionate pump while you stared into Steve’s eyes.

“Can I ride it, daddy?” you murmured breathlessly, letting your excitement show on your face as you stroked Steve’s length a little faster, twisting your wrist and wringing another pleasured grunt from him.

“Hop on up, princess,” he rasped with a strained smirk, patting your thigh.

You raised yourself up and Steve hooked his finger in your panties, pulling them to the side and making it that much easier for you to line up your soaking wet pussy with his hard cock.

You wasted no more time, sinking down on the tip, a sharp exhale punching from your lungs as you felt the thick girth of him stretch your tight hole.

“Daddy,” you whined while your body adjusted to the intrusion, your fingers curling into a fist in Steve’s sweater while you held onto him.

He was so thick that even after all the time you’d been Steve’s sugar baby, each time you took him felt like the first. The fullness was nearly overwhelming, your mind swimming as warm pleasure suffused your body.

Opening your eyes, not remembering when you’d closed them, you found Steve looking undone as he leaned back into the cushions of the couch, his chest heaving beneath his sweater. Pink tinged his cheeks and his blue eyes were darkened to a nearly midnight navy, his gaze fixed on the spot where your body was taking him.

You wanted more, so you pushed your hips down, taking another inch of Steve’s cock into your tight pussy. The stretch of him sliding into you wrung a whine from your throat and the sound dragged your sugar daddy’s gaze away from your pussy, his heavy-lidded eyes meeting yours.

“You’re doing so good for me, princess,” Steve cooed, sitting up and curling his arm around your waist, gathering you up against his chest. “Need to feel your warm pussy hugging my cock, baby,” he murmured in your ear, brushing kisses to your cheeks. “You can take a little more, can’t you?”

At Steve’s question, you moved again and sank further down on his cock, taking him halfway inside you. The feeling of fullness was intoxicating, making you sway in your sugar daddy’s lap, a filthy moan slipping from your lips.

“Atta girl, taking my cock so fucking well, baby,” Steve murmured, his hands curling under your thighs to help you lift up and sink back down, taking another inch inside your tight hole. Both of you moaned loudly. “Fuck, you’ve got the sweetest pussy in the world, princess, let me all the way in—c’mon, pretty present, let daddy all the way into that sweet cunt.”

Spreading your knees wider on either side of Steve’s lap, you lowered yourself down onto his hard length. When your ass met his thighs, Steve’s head fell back and he groaned, his eyes closed tightly. The sound mixed with your moan of pleasure as you reveled in the feeling of his cock buried to the hilt in your pussy.

“Oh fuck, daddy, you’re so big,” you whined, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your face in his neck. You were full, but it felt so good. Your hips squirmed in Steve’s lap, as if your body was greedy for friction, for more, for anything.

But Steve had too tight a hold on you, his arms holding you securely enough that you could do little more than writhe your hips and buck against his grip. He wasn’t holding you tight enough to hurt you, just enough to keep you exactly where he wanted you—impaled on his cock.

It only served to make more pleasure wash through your body, the evidence of your arousal leaking down the shaft of Steve’s cock to soak his balls. Still, you whined for more.

“You’re making daddy feel so fucking good, baby,” Steve groaned, giving in to your wordless plea and rocking you on his lap. His thick cock dragged against your inner walls so deliciously that you melted against his chest, letting out a soft cry of pleasure. “You feel so perfect, princess, so tight and wet and warm and—fuck, I missed you.”

“I missed you too, daddy,” you sobbed into Steve’s neck, your hips grinding instinctively on his lap, finding his rhythm and meeting his rocking thrusts. “Missed your cock and your face and your… your everything.”

“You missed me, huh?” Steve huffed on a self-satisfied chuckle, pulling back enough to capture your chin and tilt your face toward him so he could stare into your eyes. His blue gaze blazed with a heady mix of desire and possessiveness. “You missed your daddy’s cock, huh, princess? ‘Cause your daddy is the only one who can fuck you this good, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, daddy, yes,” you cried.

Your words cut off on a gasp when Steve pinned your hips in place above his lap while he fucked up into you, grinding the base of his cock against your clit. Shining, dazzling pleasure rocketed through your body, making you tremble as the coil of tension in your center wound tighter.

“You’re the only one who can fuck me so good,” you echoed, babbling the words you knew Steve wanted to hear—the words that you knew were true. “So good, daddy, you feel sooo good.”

“That’s my fucking girl,” Steve rumbled moments before slanting his mouth to yours for a searing kiss.

He stole your breath straight from your lungs, holding you tight and fucking you in short hard thrusts that had your mind going blank from pleasure. You moaned into his kiss, your fingers threading in his hair and clutching onto him like he was your whole world.

“My pretty little Christmas present,” Steve cooed against your mouth when you broke away to gasp for air. “My perfect girl.”

“Daddy, I’m gonna come!” you cried, pleasure swirling through your body and pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“That’s it, baby, come on daddy’s cock,” Steve urged in a deep voice, his tone sweet like honey, the sound of it slipping down your spine and making your pussy clench with desire. “Show me how much you missed me by being a good girl and coming all over my fat cock, princess.”

Steve’s hand groped your ass, then one of his long fingers slipped between your cheeks, pressing against the tight rosebud of your other hole. That little bit of pressure tipped you over the edge, twinkling flashes of pleasure setting off behind your eyes. Your lips fell open in a scream as you came hard on Steve’s cock.

Your release sparked Steve’s, and he crushed you to his chest, pinning you to his lap so that his cock was buried to the root in your cunt while he came. He let out a groan, his cock throbbing deep in your pussy as he spilled inside you. It felt so good, you shivered with delight, little pulses of aftershocks thrumming through your body.

For long moments, you clung to Steve while he kept you wrapped up in his arms. You rode out your releases together, his big body shuddering against yours and your limbs trembling in his lap.

Once you were both sated, Steve relaxed back into the couch cushions, taking you with him. His hold on your body loosened, his arms only circling your waist, while you lay splayed across his broad chest. His palm smoothed up your spine, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck to hold you against him while you both caught your breath.

“Did you enjoy your present, daddy?” you asked in your most sugary sweet tone when you’d mostly recovered. There was still a little breathlessness in your voice.

“Princess, I loved my present,” Steve murmured, dropping a kiss to your head. His other hand began to trace the lacy pattern of the lingerie you were still wearing. “The only thing I’ll love more is when I finally unwrap you.”

You laughed softly, melting further into Steve’s chest and letting your eyes slip closed as you breathed in his familiar scent. You could feel your combined releases leaking from your body, his softening cock still buried in your pussy, but you didn’t want to move. You just wanted to enjoy the feeling of having your sugar daddy home with you for a few minutes.

So when Steve shifted your bodies, disturbing you as one of his hands reached into the pocket of his pants, you grumbled unhappily. He chuckled and pressed another kiss to your hair, settling you back down on his lap.

A moment later, you felt his fingers brush your hand, which was resting against his chest. Your palm was pressed right over his heart, and you were enjoying the feel of it beating steadily beneath your touch.

Casually, in the way of someone who’d thought about their actions at great length, Steve slipped a ring onto the fourth finger of your left hand.

When your eyes fluttered open to see what he’d done, you found a sparkling gemstone attached to a metal band circling your finger. The meaning of the ring and the finger Steve had put it on clicked in your mind and you sucked in a gasp, your heart racing to a gallop in your chest.

“When we talked about it,” Steve began, a slight tremor in his tone, like he was nervous, though you could hardly believe it. “You said you wanted it to be a quiet, special moment—just the two of us.”

You knew the conversation he was talking about, the one you’d had a few times over the last few months. But your mind was still whirling from the pleasure he’d given you and it was slow to process the understanding of the gemstone and the metal band. The ring. The sparkling, glittering ring.

When you didn’t say anything, Steve went on.

“You told me to put a ring on your finger when I knew I was sure, and I—” He cut himself off as he got choked up, and you heard him swallow thickly, though your eyes were still fixed on the ring. “I’m sure—I’m sure you’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

Words were stuck in your throat. The moment felt like a fairytale becoming reality and you couldn’t seem to find the words to express the explosion of happiness filling your heart.

“So, what do you think?” Steve asked, the tremor in his voice worsening and you knew he was nervous. It was Steve’s vulnerability in that moment that finally snapped you out of your trance.

Sitting up, you kept your left hand pressed to Steve’s chest, barely able to pull your eyes away from the ring to look at the man you loved.

“You haven’t asked me a question yet,” you said faintly, your mouth fluttering shyly into a playful smirk.

Steve caught your eye and his expression softened as he relaxed a little and indulged in your playfulness. “Do you like your present, princess?” he asked, his own smirk curving his mouth.

You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from grinning like an idiot, and forced yourself to keep playing the game you’d started.

“I think…” you said, then paused, tilting your head to the side and giving the ring an assessing examination. Then you looked up at Steve from under your lashes. “It’s so glittery.”

Steve groaned like he was being tortured, his head falling forward while his hand covered the back of yours. He pressed your palm further against his chest and you could feel the way his heart was beating faster than normal. It almost made you laugh giddily, but you held it back.

“Princess,” he rumbled, the pet name a warning as he lifted his head and fixed you with a firm expression. There was no heat of anger or frustration in his wintry blue eyes, though, only the warmth of affection and desire.

You couldn’t help playing with him a little more, shrugging as nonchalantly as you could while you cut your eyes to the side, knowing that if you kept looking at Steve, you’d laugh and cry and scream in delight.

“That wasn’t the question I was expecting,” was all you said.

Catching your chin, Steve turned your face back toward his. His blue eyes were swimming with emotion and humor, a slight sheen to them as if he was holding back tears.

“Will you marry me?”

The words had barely passed his lips when you shrieked, “Yes!”

You didn’t know who pulled the other in for a kiss, or if you both did it at the same time, but suddenly you were kissing Steve—and you couldn’t seem to stop. His mouth felt perfect and you sank into him, your hands holding him tightly while his arms wrapped around your waist, both of you celebrating the moment together.

For a long time, Steve kissed you, his mouth murmuring declarations into your lips as he promised to make you happy and give you anything you wanted. And in return, you promised to make him happy, to be the person he could always truly be himself with.

Both of you declared your love for one another, over and over again, in between one kiss and the next until all your words and kisses blended into one precious vow.

When you finally broke apart, you lay your head on Steve’s shoulder and he held you close, both of you enjoying being together.

You admired the way the ring sparkled in the Christmas lights decorating the penthouse while Steve murmured plans for the wedding into your hair. He chuckled good-naturedly when you vetoed his ideas and squeezed you tight when you approved of them.

All the while, you kept his cock warm inside you, the two of you pretending not to notice the way he was hardening again, or the way you were growing wetter, your pussy fluttering with need.

That is, until Steve couldn’t pretend anymore and he began rocking his hips beneath you so you could both feel the drag of his hard cock against your sensitive inner walls. Steve held you while you trembled through the sensation, his mouth covering yours and swallowing your moans of pleasure.

By the time you were begging Steve to unwrap you, he was more than happy to oblige. He laid you down on the plush carpet of the living room, stripping you of everything but the ring he’d put on your finger.

Then, he made love to you under the light of the Christmas tree, whispering his devotion into your ear. His fingers twined with yours and your bodies writhed closer and closer until you came together with a sparkling, glittering burst of pleasure.

That night, you slept at the penthouse, and the following morning Steve took you home—to his real home, the brownstone in Park Slope where he truly lived. He hadn’t taken you there until things had gotten serious between the two of you, and he’d only met you at the penthouse the night before because it was faster to get there from the airport.

Steve led you over the threshold of his brownstone, and your eyes glanced at the warmly decorated living room, smiling when you remembered the evening you’d spent with him putting up his Christmas tree before his trip.

There were homemade ornaments and mismatched garlands everywhere, and you felt warmth bloom in your heart as you realized it felt like home to you too.

Pulling you in for a kiss, Steve smiled against your lips before going to the kitchen to find a bottle of champagne. You clinked glasses in cheers of your engagement by the light of the Christmas tree in the home you were going to share as a family.

Then, the two of you spent Christmas together, not as sugar daddy and sugar baby, but as fiancé and fiancée. And every time Steve Rogers asked if you liked your present, you smiled and told him you loved the ring because it was so, so glittery. Which was exactly how he made you feel—so lit up with sparkling happiness, like the lights on a Christmas tree.

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hotgeniusreid · 7 days ago

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Have you ever tried… This position?

Aaron Hotchner x F! Reader

Mentions of: Sex, P in V (wrap it b4 you tap it), riding (SAVE A HORSE RIDE A COWBOY YEEHAW), oral (M! Receiving), not proofread we die like men

!!!NSFW/MINORSS DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!!!

One thing you had come to realize since your relationship with the BAUs Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner was that without a doubt, he was a very dominant man. He’d soften up when he’d come home from work and see Jack, but in bed? The dominance continued, not that you were complaining but you had spent many lonely nights wondering what it would be like to be on top just once, would he lose his composure? What noises would he make?

You sighed, once again losing focus on the book you were reading, letting out a groan of frustration and tossing the book on the couch, you were losing your mind over something so trivial, you loved being under him, but the thought of being the one on top had you spiraling, you had to experience it at least once and then you’d stop obsessing over it. Standing up from the couch, you had made a decision, thankfully Jack was away at his aunts house for the night, and Aaron was coming tonight from a rather difficult case, you had made up your mind, your were going to ride this man like if your life depended on it.

You had it all planned out, hopping out of the shower, you blow dried and styled your hair, and slipped on your favorite lingerie, a baby blue lace babydoll nightgown with matching lace panties, one night during a girls night with the BAU girls, you had confessed that you had a thing for buying pretty lingerie, you never really had the chance to wear them though, because Aaron always cut right to the chase, always taking you to the room and commanding you to strip with that dominant tone. You did your makeup subtly, and dolled yourself up with some jewelry, spraying his favorite perfume you own, and slipping a short silk white robe on top. Looking at the time, you realized you still had more than enough time to cook dinner and set up the table.

The sound of the door opening and keys being dropped into the bowl by the door signalled that Aaron was finally home, you slipped out of the kitchen and met him at the door, “Hi honey, how was the case?” You murmured as you wrapped your arms around him, standing on your tiptoes to press your lips to his, his arm wrapped around your back as he returned the kiss, “A bit tiring, but we managed to catch the unsub, how are you? Where’s Jack?” He asked, looking around, waiting for Jack to come out and welcome him home. “Jack is having a sleepover with Jessica tonight, said something about a movie night.” You smiled softly, “Come to the table, I just finished making dinner, it’s your favorite.” Turning around, you walked off to the kitchen, his eyes finally raked over your body, breath hitching at the fact that you were wearing the smallest silk robe that looked so nice against your body, he could feel himself growing hard, if only he knew what was under.

He walked into the kitchen, the smell of a home cooked meal making him smile, he loved you more than you could ever know, and seeing you do something so domestic such as serving him food truly made him appreciate just how much you did for him and Jack. He wrapped his arms around you as you began serving the food onto plates, “All right, what’s the big idea hm? Cooking my favorite meal, and looking so pretty, what did I do to deserve this?” You let out a giggle, throwing your head back against him, taking in the fact he was home, “nothing, just wanted to show you how much I missed you, I also happened to have a lot of free time today.” A chuckle escaped him as he shook his head, “Honey you spoil me, takeout and a movie would have been just fine, unless, there’s an ulterior motive for this?” He said, his hand stopping at the tie on your waist. Setting the plate down on the counter, you froze, had he really found you out? Turning around and looking at him with a pout, “Me? Ulterior motive? You wound me Aaron. But maybe I suppose you might be right.” You murmured sensually, turning around and pressing a kiss to his neck, he let out a low hum as he gripped your waist. “I think dinner can wait a little longer, I think I’m hungry for something else.” He said, his voice deep and wanting.

In an instant, his hands were at the tie of your robe, loosening it, a groan fought its way out of his throat at the sight of your lingerie that he was not expecting, his eyes raking down your body, he took in how well the lingerie hugged your curves, he licked his lips, “God you look so fucking pretty baby, this all for me?” You nodded your head, “Why don’t we go to the room?” You said turning around and walking to your shared room, swaying your hips, his pupils dilated, taking in the sight of your ass, he palmed his now achingly hard cock, ridding himself of his shoes and following you to the room. He closed the door behind himself and the moment the door closed he was on you, bringing your body against his, his erection pressed against your ass as you let out a mewl, you wanted to submit to him right then and there, but you remembered the task at hand.

You turned him around so that his back was facing the bed, you pressed your lips to his and walked him backward til his legs hit the end of the bed. Aaron sat down, you dropped down, knees on the floor, looking up at him through your lashes, you began to palm his hard cock through his slacks, a low rumble sounding in his throat, you smiled at him, “Aaron your so handsome.” You murmured, “Especially like this.” You breathed, unbuttoning and unzipping his slacks, bringing them down enough for his cock to spring free. Your mouth always watered at the sight of Aaron’s cock, long and girthy, the tip red and angry, with a pearl of precum adorning it, you licked a long strip from base to tip, before taking his tip in your mouth, a sigh escaping from him as he tangled his hands in your mouth. “You always look so pretty, but your so gorgeous when you have my cock in your mouth.” You moaned around his cock at his praise, taking more of him in your mouth, you bobbed your head up and down, groans and sighs escaping his mouth at the feeling of you giving him head.

You loved riling him up by sucking his cock, the weight of his cock in your mouth never failed to get you wet, the heady taste never failing to make you so needy, you took a deep breath, before swallowing his cock to the base, a moan escaped his throat as his hand tightened in your hair. You pulled off of him, a string of saliva and precum the only thing connecting you to his cock, the string snapped and you wiped it as you stood up, straddling Aaron, bringing your lips to his desperately, your tongues clashing and spit slipping from the corners of your mouths, you grinded yourself against his hard cock, a gasp escaping you at the feeling of cock pressing against your clothed pussy, “Fuck Aaron, wanna ride you so bad.” You whined, circling your hips, he let out a breathy chuckle, “Is that what this is about baby? Wanna ride my cock?” You nodded, a whimper falling from your mouth as he grabbed your ass roughly. “Yea, wanna fuck myself on your cock baby.” You pulled your panties to the side, too desperate to completely pull them off, you moaned at the feeling of your bare pussy against his cock, you bucked your hips at the feeling, your head finding a place on his shoulder.

You heard a dark chuckle before you felt a hand tangling in your hair and pulling you upright, forcing you to stare at Aaron, “If your gonna ride my cock, your gonna fucking look at me while you do it, you can be a good girl and do that right?” You nodded vigorously, whimpering at the feeling of your hair being pulled, you lifted yourself, lining his cock up with your entrance, and dropping yourself down on his cock in one movement, a gasp fought its way out of your throat, you knew Aaron was big, and usually when he’s on top he fucks you so good, but the feeling of being on top and the fullness you felt was something you could have never imagined, you threw your head back, trying to regain your composure, Aaron littered kisses against your neck, “Breathe baby, eyes on me.” He murmured, encircling his arm around your waist, you took a deep breath, and looked at him, the sight of him under you was exactly what you wanted, heavy panting and lidded eyes, you clenched around his cock at just the sight of him looking so fucking sexy. He let out a growl, his thumb digging into your side at the feeling of you clenching around him.

You pressed your forehead to his, staring into his eyes as you lifted yourself up and dropped back down, moans coming from both of you as you began bouncing on his cock, “F-Fuck you look so pretty like this, all ruined over my cock.” He was panting, his hand on the small of your back guiding you to rock your hips back and forth, the action causing friction on your clit, you clenched around him once more, a wanton mewl slipping from you, you placed your hand on his chest, pushing him back til his back was on the bed, you continued rocking your hips against him, “Mmm, Aaron feels s’good, fuck your so big.” You were a mess on top of him, you had spent so much time thinking about how it would feel to be on top, and now that you had it, it was indescribable, you were in your own little world, relishing in the feeling of how deep Aaron was, Aaron planted his feet on the bed, thrusting up into you, a scream tore from your throat, instantly losing your balance and tumbling into his chest as he continued pounding into you from below, moans and cries of ecstasy falling from your lips.

“A-Ah Aaron, gonna cum!” Tears were trickling down from the pleasure he was giving you, you met his thrusts, bouncing up and down, chasing your high, your hand on his abdomen, feeling the coil in your stomach threatening to snap, “You gonna be a good girl and cum for me hm? That’s what you wanted right? To cum while you were riding me? Go ahead baby” He murmured, holding off his release so you could let go first. A choked sob came from you when he brought his hand down to your clit, your orgasm washed over you, waves and waves of pleasure, your thighs trembled and you clenched tightly around him, the feeling of you clenching around him so tightly triggered his own orgasm, hot ropes of white cum staining your insides, you wrapped your arms around his neck as you both came down from your highs, Aaron let out a chuckle, “So this is what you got all pretty for? You wanted to ride me?” You hid your face in his neck, “It’s been on my mind since you left for the case, and it was frustrating me. Had to do something about it.” You mumbled.

He rubbed your back lovingly, “Cmon, let’s go shower and go eat dinner.” You laughed softly, “Oh now you care about dinner?” You smiled up at him, “I cared about dinner from the moment I got home, you just distracted me honey.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple, he pulled out of you, you whined at the loss and grimaced at the feeling of his cum leaking out, he stood up, picking you up bridal style and taking you to shower, but to no surprise, he fucked you in the shower, saying something along the lines of ‘having to thank you for riding him’. Lying down in bed, thoroughly satisfied, you looked at him, a smile gracing his features, “I love you.” He whispered, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, before leaning down and kissing you softly, “I love you too.” You said as you snuggled into him, basking in the post sex haze.

When Aaron went into the office the next morning looking well-rested and in a good mood, Morgan patted him on the back, “Had a good night last huh?” Morgan teased, smirk on his face, Aaron smirked back “A very good night indeed.”

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slvt4buffw0men1111 · 21 days ago

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Assistance

Pt. 3, Pt. 2, Pt. 1

18+

Smut under cut.

Cw: daddy kink, slight degradation, overstimulation, choking, manhandling, rough sex

The rest of the week flew by. Sevika and you not interacting as much as you would like to due to all the cases her and Silco have to finish before the work week was over. You had about 3 hours left of work and you were making sure all the scheduling was correct for next week when you saw someone walk up to the desk in your peripheral.

“You ready for the banquet tomorrow?”, you here Sevika say. She was leaning on the counter her arms straining against her blazer, her biceps on display.

“Mhm almost I just need to find a dress, I’ll have to go tomorrow morning I haven't had much time this week to go look.”, you reply.

“Just take the rest of the day off we have no more clients coming and the mall is gonna be packed in the morning.”

“You’re not serious, are you?”, you say not believing her.

“I am serious and here, take the company card to get yourself something real nice. Want my date looking better than anyone in that room.”, she said getting out her wallet.

“Date? Thought I was your plus one.”

“Date, plus one, same thing, I just want you looking your best, even though you look astonishing in anything. Right?”, she smirked.

You couldn't say anything.

*Why is she so bold?!*

“I'll tell Silco you're heading out and I'll text you details for the banquet in the morning.”

“Ok Thank you.”, you get up and start gathering your stuff.

“And I mean it, buy something nice, treat yourself, the card has no limit.”

That’s how you found yourself at the mall at some dress shop. A very expensive one might I add. You picked up a price tag $649.99.

*HOLY SHIT*

You felt sick just touching something that expensive, but she did say no limits right, and to treat myself...

You wander around the store some more trying to touch the dresses as least as possible worried the oils on your fingertips would ruin the delicate fabrics. And that when you saw it a long silk Burgandy dress. It was strapless and had heart shape neckline, with a sexy slit running up the leg. It was perfect.

You obviously had to try it on before buying something with that price and it seemed even more perfect on. Accentuating all your curves and making your cleavage pop. You bought the dress not daring to look at the price tag. And made your way out the mall, before another store caught your eyes.

VICTORIA’S SECRET

Might as well get a new set to match your new dress. You decided on a black lace bandeau with a silk trim and red rose in the middle. A long with the matching panties that had a triangle cut out right above the ass. You bought the set with your card not wanting to push your limits and also not wanting finance department to see what you bought. You arrived home and got ready for bed. You couldn't sleep you had a shaking feeling inside, that feeling when you know something excited is happening the next day.

It was the next afternoon, Sevika texted you letting you know she’ll be there to pick you up at 6pm, that gave you 7 hours to get ready. First you went to get a mani-pedi you haven't had one in ages and you really wanted to pamper yourself for your “date” with your sexy boss.

You got home did a quick face mask and took a shower before starting on your hair and makeup. The makeup was natural with a bolder eyeliner, your lips painted a similar hue of your dress. Which you paired with some gold jewelry. (Or silver)

You were slipping on a pair of black kitten heels when you heard a knock on your door.

*She's early*

“One second!”, you yell out while grabbing your clutch purse and lipstick.

You opened the door expecting to see Sevika but instead saw an older man.

“Y/n L//n, is that you?”, he asked looking down at his phone.

“Yes?”

“Ms. Verma sent me to pick you up as she is caught up with something at the moment but she will meet you at the Banquet Hall.", he explained. He led you down your apartment halls out to a black range rover opening the door for you.

The drive was silent, you didn’t know if you should be mad, she wasn’t picking you up or flattered she sent such a nice car to pick you up. You made it to the banquet hall and saw Sevika outside the entrance doors. She looked noiceee. She was wearing a simple and classy all black tux that seemed to make her look even taller and intimidating than before.

The valet opened the door for you and you made your way towards Sevika. When she spotted you, she couldn't seem to take her eyes off of you. Her eyes made you even more nervous than before.

“Good to see you made it safely, Y/n, you look beautiful.”, she said clearly checking you out.

“Thank you Sevika, as do you.”

She held out her arm for you to grab as you both made your way into the banquet. There was lots of people all dresses in their best pearls and furs. You suddenly felt underdressed and underage. Everyone seemed to be Sevika's age or older. The older mean giving you look that made you want to cover yourself with a blanket. This didn’t go unnoticed by Sevika as she pulled you closer as you made you to your table. That so gracefully pulled the chair out for you.

This was lot more boring than you thought. Hours of hearing mediocre jokes that you had choice to laugh at and food that tasted like straight up hospital food in ridiculously small portions. You were ready to go.

“I’m gonna go wash up I’ll be back.”, you said quietly enough that just Sevika heard you. Which she didn't even seem too.

You went to the bathroom and sat on your phone for a minute before washing your hands and exit the restroom to head back to boring festivities of the night.

“Hello there young lady, you look very sexy tonight.”, said an old man who looked like he touched children. Ew.

“Ha thank you.”, you blankly reply trying to walk past him. He grabbed on your arm to keep from going and you felt his old wrinkly yet moist hand.

“Excuse me!”

“You're not excused why don't you come to my table and chat for a while pretty.”

“Shes not interested, you can let of go of her.”

*Oh thank god*

Sevika came standing next to you looking at the man like she was seconds away from killing him. Without another word the old man left as fast his stubby legs would let him.

“I’m so sorry, are you ok?”, she asked facing you.

“Ya I'm find just grossed out.”

“I'm sorry, I should've came with you, these men here aren’t used to seeing such women, should've known they would try something. I can hurt him if you want me too.”, she said with eyes of rage and caring.

“No Sev I’m fine thank you, I'm just glad you got here when you did.”

She smiled at the nickname that came out your lips.

“You wanna get out of here?”

“I would like that.”, you said grabbing you clutch from her hand. She wrapped her arm around your waist as she said her goodbyes and walked you to her car. A nice sleek black Porsche 911.

You guys drove in silence for a while until Sevika finally spoke up.

“You want to come to my place, for a drink, you can say no I don’t mind”, she blabbered on.

“That sounds fine to me.”

The tension in the car seemed to rise more after that. You couldn’t stop staring at the way the veins in her hand protruded. You really wondered what those hands could do.

You made to a gate and Sevika pressed a button in her car that opened it and there you saw the most gorgeous and huge house ever. You knew she had money but lawd, the car should've given it away.

The inside was just as lavish as the outside. It had a homey vibe to it yet modern.

“What do you drink?”, she asked pulling out two glasses. Her blazer now off.

“I'll just have whatever you have.”, you said still soaking up her home.

She poured you some whiskey and made her way to chair next to you.

“That was banquet was boring I know, you don’t have to lie.”, she said.

“Ya it was boring, that guy trying to feel me up was probably the most exciting thing that happened. Except it was actually quite scary.”, you say sipping on your drink.

“Ya I'm sorry about that, I’m gonna have to report his firm, but that means more clients for us.", she joked.

“I at least got this nice dress out of it though.”

“You really do look so gorgeous you know that dress makes you look even more sexy.”, she said her eyes on you.

“Why do you do that?”

“Do what?”, she said setting her glass down and putting her hand on your thigh.

“That, you tease me.”

“Don’t act like you don’t like it.”, she said her eyes staring into yours.

Your breath hitch as she started getting closer to you. Her eyes looking at your eyes then to your lips. That’s all you needed to close the space between you and kiss her. The kiss started off slow and passionate, like she was savoring you.

“I've been wanting kiss you since I first saw you.”, you said into between kisses.

“I've been wanting to a lot more than kiss you baby.”, she grabs your waist and hoist you onto the kitchen island. Her hands all over you back and thighs as you grab her neck and pull closer into you. Her thigh slots in between your legs making you let out a small whimper as you grind against her. The kisses getting sloppier and hotter by second. She starts to kiss down you jaw and onto your neck that will definitely leave marks. Your breath getting heavier.

“Fuck y/n can I take you upstairs?”, she asked still kissing your neck.

“Yes please.”, you breathe out.

Her room was so dark and organized, a huge California king bed sits in the middle.

She set you down on the bed not breaking the kiss. Her knee back in between your legs, your panties are soaked at this point and you're sure there's a wet patch on her pants.

“Sevi, I need you please?”, you whine.

“Yea need me how? Use your words baby.”

“Touch me, I need you to touch me.”, you grind deeper into her knee.

She lifts you off you back so she can unzip your dress. She slides the red fabric down your body and she smirks at your lace covered breast and pussy.

“Fuck baby you knew this was gonna happen did you, huh?”

“mhm”, you whine. She takes both your breast in her and starts to grope at them. You let out more whines as she unclasps your bra letting your breast free. She takes one of your breasts into her mouth, sucking on your hardened nipple her tongue swirling around it. Her mechanical hand wrapped around you while her flesh hand plays with your other breast.

Your grinding harder and harder on her leg you pussy leaking all over her. She feels you seeping through her pants.

“Your pussy needs some attention, doesn't she?”. You don’t reply, too embarrassed to say anything.

“Answer me.”, she commands her mouth leaving your body completely.

“Mm please touch my pussy I need you.”

“Good slut.”, her hand travels down your body and she basically tears the underwear off of you, assuring you she’ll buy you a new pair.

“You’re so fucking wet for me.”, her finger slides along your slit pushing down on your clit. You let out a whimper before she slides one of thick fingers inside of you.

“Oh my god Sev”, she slides the finger in and out a few times before adding in a second finger curling up into you really stretching you out.

“God you're so tight, how are supposed to take my cock huh?”, she teases. You moan at her words and squirm on her fingers.

She takes your pulsing clit into her mouth sucking on your bud and lightly grazing it with her teeth.

“Fuck se-” all you can do is moan her tongue making patterns on your pussy while she fingers you. Your so wet with you spit and you slick she slides in a third finger.

“Need to make sure you can take my cock baby.”, she said completely obliterating your tight hole. Your stomach starts to feel hot and your legs begin to shake.

“I’m g-gonna cum”, you barely stutter out.

“Yeah, come on my face.”

You squirt all over you mouth and fingers she does her best to drink it all up slurping on your pussy, downright nasty sound coming from you and her. You start to feel overstimulated as she's still eating your pussy and licking you up. Her fingers still deliciously hitting your g-spot.

“Sev I can’t it's too much”, you try to push her away but she doesn't budge. Your thighs now trapping her head, but she just pushes your leg back down and stares into your eyes as you come a second time on her mouth. She finally pulls away and climbs back on top you pulling you into a sloppy kiss. You can taste yourself on her mouth.

“You ready for my cock baby?”, she asked.

“Yes, I want your dick in me please!”

She stands up off the bed and walked towards her bathroom while removing her shirt. When she comes back out, she is naked with nothing but an 8inch strap harnessed to her hips. Not only is a long but it's also thick. Her body is better than you imagined rock hard abs, muscular thighs, and her arm so strong looks like she kill you with just one punch

“Don’t worry baby it'll fit.”, she said like she can read your mind.

“Open your legs for me”, you immediately obey her opening up and putting your pussy on display. She gets in between your legs. She starts rubs the tip of the strap up and down you wet pussy.

“Y’ so wet I don't need any lube baby.”.

“Open up for me.”. You comply and open up your mouth wide for her. She puts her middle and ring finger in your mouth and down your throat causing you to gag. She removes her fingers and wipes your spit on her cock jerking it off.

“You ready baby?”, she asked leaning over you.

“Mhm”

“I need words baby.”

“Yes, please just fuck me already!”

She doesn’t wait a second longer before she puts her cock in you. You moan at the stretch of her thickness. She doesn’t wait; she bottoms out completely in you before pulling out and putting it back in. She starts fucking you slowly at first but doesn’t last long, she speeds up and you moan and whimper in pleasure.

“Fuck daddy oh my g-”

That where you messed up. She looks at you with pure animalistic intents.

She takes your legs and put them up to your chest, your basically folded in half as she starts to fuck you hard and fast. You can only scream in pleasure she’s so deep in you, you swear you can feel her in her stomach.

“You're so deep daddy”, you can barely get it out. She grabs you by neck with her mechanical hand and starts to squeeze your neck, not enough to stop your breathing, but enough to make you feel woozy in the head.

“You like daddy’s cock in your pussy huh, don’t you slut”, she growls in your ear. You nod your head as she continues to pound into your pussy. The sound of skin slapping and the wetness of your pussy fills the room. Your bodies radiating heat against each other. She feels your body stiffen up and your pussy tighten around her cock. She knows your gonna cum. She keeps her pace and starts to rub your clit.

“Gonna come all over daddy’s cock like a good little slut.”, that’s all she needed to say. Your eyes roll to back of head and open your mouth wide as you scream out to her. Your body twitching as you leak around her cock.

“Oh- fuck”,Sevika groans as her pace falters, she comes with a grunt and moans into your ear.

She collapsed on top of you, her breathing heavy against your neck. She starts to kiss back up you neck and to your lips. You two kissed for a while until Sevika grabbed you by your waist and flipped you over.

“I’m not done with you yet, ass up baby”, she spanked your ass. You arched your back putting your pussy on perfect display for her.

“fuck”, Sevika muttered under breath. Seeing the way your ass was shaped and your (her) personal heaven in between your thighs. Her hand touch around you ass and down to you weeping hole. She lines her cock back up and thrust all 8 inches into you at once. You scream at the intrusion but she doesn't stop. She’s fucking you hard. Both hands on your hips as she pulls you deeper onto her cock. Your face smushed into the pillow, your moans and whines muffled.

“Could fuck your pussy all day baby”, she grunts using her flesh hand spank you. The added pain just made you squeeze more around her dick. Your moans getting louder. Thank god you weren't at your apartment. She takes her mechanical hand back around your neck to pull you up, your back now against your chest. The angle making her impossibly deeper into you.

The only sound leaving you lips were incoherent babbles and moans. Drool pools out of your mouth. You are officially drunk on her cock.

“Uh-uh fuck Sevi”, you manage to get out.

“You love the way daddy fucks your slutty pussy, don't you?”

“Yes, daddy I love it”

She looks down to where your two bodies connect. A thick white ring of cum at the base of her cock. It only makes her fuck you harder. The sound of her hips against your ass, your moans and her grunts, the way she has her hands feel on your body. It was all too much.

“Be a good slut for daddy and rub your pretty clit and I'll let you cum”, you whine in protest. You don’t even think you have enough body strength left for that, but the urge to cum is stronger. You bring your hand down your pussy and start to rub fast tight circles on your clit. Only took 10 seconds until your twitching and cumming all over her dick. Your cum dripping down your thighs.

She gently sets you down onto the bed knowing you couldn't hold yourself up. She slowly pulls out her strap that makes you wince in discomfort.

“I’ll be right back baby”, she says before she disappears into her bathroom. She comes out with boxers on and in her hands a class of water, a rag, and a t shirt for you. She turns you over and gently cleans in between your legs with the warm damp rag while kissing your thighs. She then has you sit up so she can put the shirt on for you.

“Drink some of this then you can sleep baby”, your eyes barley able to keep themselves open. She tilts your head back for you and you drink half the glass before you fall back into bed. Sevika climbs in next to you her arm on your stomach.

“Goodnight y/n”, she whispers but you don’t hear her as your already fast asleep.

You just fucked your boss.

Lmk if you want me to continue this story<3

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god-has-entered-my-body · 10 months ago

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How can I refuse? - Matty Healy

A/N: am still not ready to let MPIND Matty go so have this xx (edit: this is non-canon, so it doesnt have anything to do with the plot of MPIND or its sequel, Before you go)

wc: 5k

content warnings: smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), marking, lipstick kink?, lingerie, begging, praise, teasing, general possessiveness, matty wears a skirt x

Most people live off of food, water, and oxygen. You know, the actual building blocks of life. When it came to Matty, it was all about your eyes, specifically, where they looked. It always had to be with him. Matty. Only him, no one else.

He might tease and poke fun, but it was his weakness. Seeing you reach for your camera even your most intimate moments made his insides twist up and his stomach flutter with butterflies. Posing and contorting to your will, he did his absolute best to look amazing for you, to look how you wanted him to look. He relished in the small gasps you’d let out when the picture developed, his skin glowing under the flash, a thin layer of sweat sticking to it.

Which is why, when you had left the house to go pick up something you’d left at Ross and Hann’s flat, he saw an opportunity. The door slammed shut with an echo through the foyer, signifying you had departed. This was one of the rare times you hadn’t taken your bag with you, leaving it hanging on a chair in the kitchen, completely out in the open.

Matty’s eyes flickered over to it from the sofa, waiting a few moments to see if you’d come back for it. The house stayed silent, the only sound coming from the sofa creaking as he got up, tentatively walking over into the kitchen. Your bag was already zipped open, the contents of it clearly visible. One specific item stood out to him, glimmering under the light. Your precious camera.

The purple plastic was smooth in his hands, his fingers gliding over the surface. Matty could feel his heart begin to race at the thought of what this very lense had seen. His bare skin, your hands on him, nails raking over his chest, leaving scratch marks in their wake. Memories flashed through his head as he mindlessly walked into your now shared bedroom.

The once warm white fairy lights had been swapped out for pink ones instead, a new addition to your shared space that you were yet to discover. Your bed was unmade, sheets scattering across the mattress in a messy fashion, everything covered in an obscene amount of pillows.

This had been on Matty’s mind quite a while now, though he never had the opportunity to act on it. That is, until now. It was perfect, with you gone out for god knows how long, he had the ideal set up for a bit of “mischief” as he himself put it.

He groans as the warmth of the bed enveloped him, welcoming him home. Pink light poured over the sheets, painting them in a warm hue. Perfect.

Mattys began setting up.

Femininity wasn’t unknown to him. He owned multiple skirts and dresses, makeup products, even hair pins and clips he’d managed to nick from you when you weren't looking. You knew about all of this, seeing him every day, it would be pretty hard to miss it. Though, there was one thing he hadn't told you about yet. His affinity for womens clothes wasn't just limited to the odd skirt or sheer top, but also included undergarments.

Neatly folded in a drawer underneath piles of socks and shirts, was a small collection of womens lingerie. Panties and garters in various colorways, ranging from cotton to silk or even the odd piece of lace. It wasn't like he’d been hiding it from you, you just never asked. Feeling slightly giddy, he grabbed a pair of black lace panties from the pile, slipping them on underneath his basic grey joggers. Showtime.

Matty had decided to forgo a shirt for this specific photoshoot, knowing you'd much prefer him without one. The camera was heavy in his hand, weighing it down slightly as he lifted it slightly above his line of sight. Offering a sly grin to the lense, he pressed down onto the shutter, the flash almost blinding him. The picture looked innocent enough, the only remotely suggestive thing was his lack of top.

Ruffling his hair with his fingers, he tugged down his joggers slightly, letting them hang low on his hips as he snapped the second picture, this time, from below. His hip tattoo was the most visible, standing out against his pale skin like a sore thumb. That still did nothing to distract from the obvious bit of lace peeking out from the band of his pants. The thought of you seeing him like this drove him insane, but he quickly regained his composure before getting in place for the third photo.

Matty had managed to pull off his pants with only one hand, the other inspecting the fresh polaroid that the camera had just spit out. Now completely naked, apart from a skimpy pair of panties, it was time to get a bit more creative.

Setting the camera on the desk adjacent to the bed, he set a timer. Hearing it tick down, Matty found a good position and stayed. Flash. The sudden light was something he could never get used to, his eyes always slightly scrunched up in the pictures.

The camera was placed further away, but not too far, capturing the entirety of Mattys body. He was perched on the bed, on his knees with his legs spread, chest pushed out dramatically.The underwear he had on was now fully visible, the thin material barely concealing anything. His hand covered his growing erection, the thought of your reaction to the pictures once he was done was enough to give him a semi. The flash didn't bother him too much, throwing his head back just in time for the shutter to go off.

Leaving the picture on the bed next to him to develop, he grabbed the camera off the desk, setting it aside. His hand trailed down his chest, ghosting over his nipple piercing. Giving it a tug, just as you would if you were here, he let out a wanton whimper, letting go. The other hand was already palming himself through his panties, getting him fully hard.

The sensation of the lace rubbing up against his cock was almost too much, precum oozing out of the tip, painting the front of the panties with a wet patch. Working himself up, his hand reached for the camera, turning it around to face the lense to himself. Forcing his eyes open, parting his lips, he groaned desperately, clicking the shutter as he did.

The picture didnt show anything below the top of his chest, but fuck, it didnt need to. The expression on his face was one of pure want, lust, desire. Taking deep breaths to pull himself together, Matty moved on to his fifth and final position.

On his stomach, he propped a pillow underneath his elbows, giving him something to lean on. His curls fell over his face messily, covering most of his left eye. Knowing you, you'd probably make some offhanded comment about how he looked “terribly emo” like that, but he pushed the thought to the back of his mind. That wasn't important right now.

Angling the camera just right, his finger came up to meet his lips, pushing through them and into his wet mouth. Sucking on them slightly, he lets them hang out lazily, coating his lips and chin in spit. The flash reflected brilliantly off of his fingers, making the whole picture appear even lewder than it already was.

Quite happy with his work, he sets all five polaroids onto the bed in front of him, admiring himself. Painfully hard underneath his panties, he knew you would be coming home soon, and quickly scrambled up to put on some clothes. Grinning as he walked over to the wardrobe, he knew exactly what he was going to wear for you.

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The sound of the keys hitting the counter echoes through the house. Eyes darting across the room, you see no sign of Matty anywhere. Brushing it off, you shrug your jacket onto the sofa, sitting down on top of it, hand itching for a cigarette. You look around for a stray pack Matty had left somewhere.

That's when you see it.

The posh glass table had almost hidden the items that were placed upon it. You immediately recognised them as what they were: Polaroids. Heart racing a thousand miles an hour, you pick up the first one.

It was of a shirtless Matty grinning up from below, and you feel butterflies in the pit of your stomach. Another picture, this time from below, also shirtless, with pants hung low on his waist. Your breath hitches at the sight of his underwear peeking out from the waistband, holding the polaroid to your face to get a closer look. Lace. You moan audibly at the sight, blushing slightly at your reaction.

Hands shaking from excitement, you take the third picture, and you swear, your heart stops. Matty looks like a work of art, legs spread onto your shared bed like a true pornstar, head thrown back in an attempt to show off his long, slender neck. The bulge in his panties was badly hidden by his hand, leaving barely anything to the imagination.

The fourth is your favorite, always partial to Matty’s beautiful face. His open mouth and hooded eyes made your head spin, feeling lightheaded at the sight. The thought of him like this underneath you made your thigh clench, soaking your underwear.

The final picture is probably the filthiest. Fingers in his mouth, spit covering most of the bottom part of his face. So distracted by it all, you almost manage to oversee the bright pink post-it note stuck to the center of the table.

“upstairs x” was scrawled onto the paper, Matty’s handwriting immediately recognisable. It hits you at once. Matty was upstairs, waiting for you. He was waiting for you and you knew he was ready. Scrambling to get up the stairs, you stub your toe against the bannister, cursing out loud.

Before you can open the door, you're greeted by another note. This time, there was heart scribbled onto a green post-it, messily encasing both of your initials. An arrow ran through it, and you got the message immediately.

The door seemed awfully heavy as you pushed against it, pink light flooding your senses. Matty.

Matty was laying on the bed, legs stretched out on top of unorganized pillows and sheets. A green skirt covered his lower body, the satin shimmering in the light, almost blinding. The mesh top he had paired with it showed his piercing perfectly, the sight going straight to your core.

Before you can react, or even properly take him in, a flash actually blinds you. Matty has your camera. You rub your eyes to get rid of the burning sensation, before turning your head back to meet his eyes. A grin makes its way onto his face, the purple object clutched in his hands as the polaroid comes off of the top. Waving it through the air as it develops, you give him a look, holding up the pictures he had left you.

“You like em?” he asks, eyes darting over your body. You knew you looked desperate, hands slightly shaking and pupils completely blown out in lust. Nodding your head, you take a step towards the foot of the bed just as he gets up. Patting the space next to him, he looks at you expectantly, setting the photo and camera aside.

Getting a closer look at him, you realize he’s wearing makeup. This isn't unusual for Matty, but what was unusual was the bright red shade of lipstick lining his mouth. The sight made you smile, seeing as the product had smudged ever so slightly down his face.

The moment you settle in next to him, he flings his body on top of yours, straddling your waist. No genre of porn could top the sight in front of you right now, not even close. His curls stuck to the top of his forehead, and you could see his raging hard on through the thin material of his skirt.

“Why don't you get this off for me, yeah?” you tug at the seam of it, and Matty nods frantically, pulling it up and over his head before discarding it in a random corner. If heaven was a place on earth, it would be right in this room, with Matty, half naked and hard.

As seen in the picture he had so kindly gifted you, the lace panties truly didn't do anything to conceal him. The mesh top (yours of course) ended right above his hip bone, showing the perfect amount of skin. His eyes looked dazed as he leaned down to kiss you, lips smashing against yours.

The kiss is slow at first, with Matty deepening it the moment you kiss him back. Tongue and teeth and spit and his soft moans as you licked into his mouth filled your senses, your mind thrown into a lustful haze, the only cure being Matty finally fucking doing something.

Your hands thread into his hair, tugging in that way you knew he liked as his lips trailed down your jaw and onto your neck, sucking deep purple hickeys into your skin. A rough hand pushes your shirt up over your head, meeting the same fate as his skirt, forgotten in a corner. You silently thanked god today was a no bra day as your nipples hardened against the cool air.

You feel his hips grind down onto your thigh, soft whimpers leaving his lips as he continues his assault on your neck and chest. Nibbling at your collarbones, you see him reach under the pillow for something.

Red flashes across your vision, before settling right in front of you. Lipstick. Uncapping the top, you watch as Matty refreshes his lips, dabbing the product on softly, just as you had shown him months before. His eyes never left yours, a certain air of cockiness surrounding him.

Before you could react, Matty’s hand pushes you further into the bed, your head sinking into the pillows. The lipstick is slightly warm against your chest, and your breath hitches as you realize what he's doing. Matty is writing on your body, and you know exactly what.

His name.

Ever the territorial type, he had a knack for carving his initials into things. Whether it be the chair in your old room he used to have monopoly over, or random benches he sat on often. Bus stops, furniture, even walls had either his first name or initials carved into it. You were no different.

The red of the lipstick is bright against your skin, and Matty knew it would stain, which was exactly why he chose it. Small gasps leave your mouth as he palms your tits, leaning back to admire his artwork.

Kisses litter your ribcage, and you feel him lick a hot stripe across your underboob. Never breaking eye contact, he tugs at the waistband of your jeans, silently asking permission.

“Yeah, go ahead baby.” you say, a soft smile tugging at the corners of your lips. He smiles back at you, moving further down your body. Tugging your pants off of you, he snaps the waistband of your panties against your skin, making you yelp in surprise. A light giggle escapes him as he rids you of your underwear, now face to face with your glistening core.

The room felt unnaturally hot, and with Matty looking up at you from between your legs with that look in his eye that screamed “I'm going to devour you”, it seemed like even the slightest touch could have you coming in seconds.

His hand reaches around your thighs, making you scoot up slightly before diving into your folds, lapping at your clit with dizzying accuracy. It was so much all at once after endless teasing, and you were unable to control any other bit of your body. His strong hands gripped your skin, digging into it with such force that the spot started to go numb.

Writhing underneath him, his tongue licks circles around your clit, up, down and side to side, never letting you get used to something for too long. One of his hands leaves your thigh, instead, joining alongside his mouth between them.

Matty had big hands, the type basketball players and athletes usually had. His finger pushing into you felt like two of yours, and you immediately clenched around him, borderline pornographic moans spilling from your lips. Pumping in and out of you, that paired with the stimulation of his tongue had your head spinning and the world around you blurring as he added another digit, curling both upwards.

“Good?” you could smack him right now.

Smirking as he hits your g-spot, you squirm under his touch, trying to warn him of your approaching orgasm.

“F-fuck Matty, so good, you’re so good- Ohh god fuck.” your eyes screw shut, and you can feel the elastic in your core tightening as he speeds up, thrusting his fingers in and out of you at an animalistic pace.

He sucks your clit between his lips, and that's what throws you over the edge. You come, hard, probably harder than you have in your entire life, shaking and twitching as he tries to prolong your orgasm up until you start to move away from him.

His hand finds your tits, rolling your nipples between his fingertips as your eyes shut, basking in the afterglow of a mind blowing orgasm. You're at peace, completely oblivious as Matty shuffles around for a second, and you hear a shutter.

It happens so quickly, the photo was already in his hand developing when you finally open your eyes. Matty’s eyes stare back down at you, piercing your soul. In one hand, the camera, and in the other, he holds a fresh polaroid. One of you.

A blush spreads onto your face when you realize what he had done, covering your cheeks with your hand. Matty breaks eye contact to glance at the picture in his hand, his eyes widening at the sight.

It was all you, for the first time since you had pulled out that godforsaken camera. Hair strewn over the plush pillows, eyes screwed shut, and Matty’s hand groping your chest as he snapped the picture. You looked fucked out, like the personification of sex itself.

“Fuckk- you’re so pretty.” The first word sounds like a moan coming from his mouth, but he tries to hide it with the rest of his sentence. The red lipstick across your chest really did it for him, his cock twitching in his panties as he stared at the shiny polaroid. You start to get impatient.

“Why’re you looking at those when you have the real thing right in front of you?” you ask, cocking an eyebrow. You can hear the cogs turning in Matty’s brain as he lowers it from in front of his face.

Your hands travel up to grope your own tits, slightly smearing the imprint of his name. Letting out an obscene moan, you feel his own hands caress your face, pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

“Can I?” The question is small. Even in the heat of the moment, Matty always stopped and asked, gently stroking your hair and looking for any and all signs of hesitation. You decide to be mean, putting on a faux confused expression.

“Can you what?” your voice drips like honey, covering him from head to toe. Feeling him buck against your thigh, you shoot him a look, expecting an answer.

“Can I fuck you?” he whines, arms holding himself up right next to either sides of your head. “Please.” he adds, his eyes full of want and desperation. You pretend to think about it, averting your eyes and looking at the lamp on the ceiling for a moment while sucking in a deep breath.

The only thing that can be heard is Matty’s heaving breathing as he continues to buck into your thigh, although involuntarily. He tries to control himself, counting in 7’s and thinking of anything else but the person in front of him. Finally, you open your mouth to speak.

“Fuck me like you mean it, Matthew.”

The speed at which he took off the thin lace panties confining him could be recorded as a world record. Basically ripping them off, he throws them onto the steadily growing pile of clothing in the corner. Gasping for air, his eyes roll to the back of his head when your hand meets his throat, pressing against each side.

You hum, and Matty snaps back into reality, and you feel his hard cock leaking against your thigh. You wonder how long he had been sitting there, on the bed, waiting for your return. Did he touch himself? Has he cum already today? Or was he good and waited for you to give him what he really wanted.

“Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” you ask, right before he was about to push into you. The question takes him aback, and he nods his head.

“Only a bit, to get myself hard for you.” his voice shakes in anticipation as you process his answer.

“You didnt cum?” Matty shakes his head, curls moving with him.

“No I didn't, I promise. I waited for you. Only want you.” he mumbles into your hair, breathing in the scent of your conditioner.

You finally nod, hands pressing against his back, giving him the official go-ahead.

The moment the tip of his cock brushed against your entrance, his voice cracked. Loud moans spilled out of his mouth and directly into your ears as he pushed himself all the way inside of you, making you whimper at the stretch.

You both lay like that for a moment, before you finally tap him, telling him to move. When he finally does, he thrusts himself all the way back into you, making you cry out, nails digging into his back.

The animalistic nature of his thrusts makes you feel lightheaded, gripping onto Matty for dear life. He murmurs incoherent cries of pleasure into your hair, his hands moving down to grip your hips, meeting his thrusts halfway.

“So gorgeous, no one can compare. Feel so fucking good too, oh my go-” you clench around him, effectively cutting him off. The feel of his hands digging into your skin is painful, mixing in with the pleasure blooming between your thighs perfectly.

He doesn't let up, keeping a steady rhythm as his moans become more high pitched, signaling to you (and probably the whole neighborhood) that he was rapidly approaching the edge.

“Please let me cum, you feel so good- oh my god. You’re so wet- and warm fuckk- a-ah.” His words feed your ego, and you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in incredibly deeper.

Sweat beads on your forehead, and you see him pull away from the crook of your neck to stare at his name scrawled across your chest. The lipstick had started to properly smear, red running down your skin, painting it.

“C’mon, come f’me, such a good boy, go on, I know you can do it-” a guttural moan falls from Matty’s lips, his thrusts getting sloppier, cock slamming into that sweet spot inside of you over and over and over.

You come for the second time that night, your vision whites out as your orgasm crashes over you in waves. Stars dance behind closed eyelids and he slowed down slightly, giving you time to catch your breath.

“You like it when I call you a good boy? You're being so good- fuck filling me up-” This was all about Matty now, and you were determined to give him the most mind blowing orgasm of his life.

His dick twitches inside of you as you tell him to keep going, to use you to get off. Eyes widening in shock at your statement, his face quickly morphed into undeniable pleasure as his cock dragged along your plush walls, the friction sending him into what seemed like an alternate dimension.

“I look pretty, don't i? Look at your name on my chest.” you breath, your hands cupping your chest, gesturing to the bold red of his name. Matty.

“You're mine, no one else’s” his possessive side finally truly comes out to play, words spilling out from his lips before he could even properly think about them.

“I’m yours, only yours, my perfect boy, fuckk” you egg him on, your hands moving to his back, digging your nails into the muscle. You dig deep enough to draw a bit of blood, and Matty groans, raspy and desperate to fucking come.

“You’re perfect, fuckin’ made for me.” He right there, and you know it,

“Matty, you’re so good to me, so pretty- all for me, isn’t it?” you voice drips with lust, determined to make him finally fall over the edge.

“Oh god- fuck- A-ahh.” His voice is high, higher than yours even. He spills into you, his come filling you up to the brim. You moan at the sensation, pulling him in for a messy kiss, your teeth clashing together.

Matty flops on top of you, your chests pressed together as you continue your post-fuck makeout session. You can feel his come leaking out of you, pressing your thighs together to keep it off the bed.

“Why’re you so tense? I just gave you the best orgasm of your life, thank you.” of course Matty would say something like that, cocky and egotistical as ever. Your roll your eyes, debating on telling him or not.

“You just came inside of me, it's not like it just disappears.” his eyes widen in realization, and you laugh sheepishly, your face growing red. A grin spreads onto his face, and his head suddenly disappears from view.

“Let me just-” you feel his tongue in between your thighs once again, lapping up the remnants of his own orgasm. You shudder at the feeling, the overstimulation being almost too much.

He crawls back up to kiss you again. It's chaste, innocent almost, barely even a peck.

You can feel him shuffling around again, reaching to the side to grab something. The picture. He holds it up so you can both see it.

“Can I at least wank to this one? Since you have all those others of mine you constantly get off to.” he tries to sound indifferent, but deep down, you know he’s begging for your approval.

“How do you know I get off to them?” you ask, raising your eyebrows at him. Matty just laughs in your face, not realizing you were serious. How did he know?

“You're not slick, the walls are thin.” he gives you a wink, and you blush a deep shade of red, rolling your eyes at him. He sees right through your act, but chooses to leave you be.

Night had already fallen, and both of you were too exhausted to even move from your spot. Matty had switched with you, laying your head onto his chest, letting you use it as a makeshift pillow. It wasn't even 20 minutes before his soft snores filled the room, gracing your ears.

You smile to yourself, feeling his hand still in your hand from where he was stroking it. One though was clear in your mind, and you speak softly.

"I love you so much, I'm never letting you go."

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deadflowerssociety · 3 months ago

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⋆˚✿˖° Mirror mirror on the wall who is the prettiest angel of them all ⋆˚✿˖°

🪷 Accepting yourself begins with acknowledging your worth, flaws and all. It's about embracing who you are in this moment, without judgment. Be kind to yourself, and remember that growth comes with patience, not perfection.

Changing ours routines (make up, skincare etc) may let us feel more like ourselves but also it can bring lot’s of new opportunities into our lives.

Finding yourself, your style and your way of living might seem a little problematic, so today I will show you some examples of small changes that can make you appear and feel more angelic🪷

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🍓Look of an angel

wear soft, light colours like white, baby pink, light blue

maintain proper posture and carry yourself with grace always

use mac strobe cream to give your face a delicate glow

wear floral perfumes

keep your skin soft. use body lotion every day and body scrub once a week.

Use rose scented perfumes and lotions

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🍓Makeup

blot your lipstick for a soft effect

apply soft concealer under your eyes to cover eyebags

strawberry light pink eyeshadow

soft pink blush on the cheeks and nose

curl your lashes for the dramatic effect

put as much highlighter as you want such as eyelids, tips of your nose, cheek bones and tips of your lips

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🍓How to feel ethereal

light rose/lavender/vanilla scented candles

learn to accept what makes you different and unique

accept that your imperfections and unique characteristics are what make you beautiful

speak politely and softly, never yell

carry yourself with elegance, love, and care

try wearing materials such as lace, chiffon, satin, tulle, velvet, cotton, silk, etc.

treat others with unconditional love, kindness, and respect

strive to spread kindness, always (compliment others, smile at passing strangers, support a cause)

Keep your nails long and well manicured

Sleep in silk or satin pajamas or nightgowns

Listen to classical music while cleaning, reading etc

Find beauty in reading novels or some poetry

🪷I apologise for not being active. It took me a while but here it is, new post for angels ₊˚⊹ ᰔ I chose this topic from votes on my community! If you would like to join next voting click on the link in my account or message me<3

thank you so much for reading, if you like to you can reblog-it’s really helpful 🪷🪼

xoxo deadflowerssociety 🦢

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who-knew-a-sheep-can-write · 10 months ago

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Expensive Tastes: Noctis Caelum x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Contains: Lingerie, teasing, dirty talk

Some foreplay and teasing in this one uwu

He could feel the bruises forming silently all over his body, he could feel his muscles slowly tightening from overworking himself during training. Gladio had made it very clear in training today how easy it was to fling the young prince everywhere as if he were a dog’s toy. The number of times he had to warp to avoid colliding with the walls or the floors had run him exhausted and sore. He was utterly drained, left to trudge to his chambers as he dreamed of his bed.

A soft hum radiated from his chest, pale lips flicking up into a very slight blink-and-you’ll-miss-it smile. Soft, clean silky sheets that smelled of lavender and a hint of sylleblossom the maids had just laid down on his oversized bed. Overstuffed pillows made of the finest materials sitting, waiting, fluffed up waiting for him to rest his head and slip into the realm of unconsciousness. He wanted to feel your presence next to him, feel your weight pushed up against him, hands balled up in his shirt, your warmth mixing with his under the soft covers.

Only, when he opened up the large doors to his bedroom, he didn’t see you sitting on the bed waiting for him. You normally did when he had training. You were always there waiting, almost as if you knew it would’ve been hell, like you knew Gladio would throw him around like it was nothing or Ignis outsmarting him at every turn. It was even worse whenever he would need to train with Cor (or even worse, the two times he had to train with Clarus). You would always be there at the foot of the bed, waiting for him to come in and start ranting about training, sometimes with a book in your hands from the grand library or sometimes with your phone idly waiting.

But you weren’t there. Not at the foot of the bed, not looking out the window to watch the city from so high up or watching the rain clouds pass by, not in the chairs off to the wall.

Instead, he saw the door to his bathroom closed, the gap under the door light up with the pale yellow lights from inside.

Upon closer inspection of the room, he noticed something by the side of the bed; Your clothes, all pooled and kicked to the side with your shoes. Noctis swallowed, glancing to the bathroom door where he realized there was music playing softly from behind the door.

Noctis stepped inside the room and made sure to close and lock the door behind him. He slowly stepped forward, closer to the bed, keeping his eyes glued to the bathroom door.

It was almost like you hear him in the bedroom as you opened the bathroom door. Light spilled into the dim bedroom. Noctis stood there light a deer in the headlights, eyes suddenly glued to the feminine form standing in the doorway.

He felt his pale cheeks heat up once more, but it wasn’t from exhaustion.

In the doorway to the bathroom stood you.

You had a black silken robe held closed by one hand, long expensive silk draping down your legs and stopping by your ankles. Your hand only protected your chest and stomach from being exposed, it hung open slightly, just enough to create a slit and expose one of your legs.

And boy was it a treat to him.

Your exposed leg was wrapped in skin-tight black lace. You were wearing knee-high stockings, and the hem was frilly and flowery. Black lace against your skin was an art to him, to hell with the paintings and portraits lining the hallways of the Citadel. You had makeup on, eyelids painted dark and lips glossy. He wanted to mess up that gloss.

“I heard training today was rough,” you acknowledged. No doubt you could see the bruises on his hands. You leaned against the doorframe and eyed him from under painted eyes, eyelashes fluttering. “I thought I’d do something to cheer you up.”

Noctis stood there, just staring at your one exposed leg wrapped in expensive Altissian lace, lips ever so slightly parted and his pale cheeks set ablaze.

“And what- how would you do that?” he stumbled over his tongue.

It was as if time had played in slow motion. He saw you let go of the front of the silken night robe hiding the rest of your body from his wanting eyes. The Silk fell back, and with a soft roll of your shoulders, the silk had suddenly found itself pooled to the floor like the rest of your clothing from earlier. Noctis felt his starlit blue eyes widen, felt his jaw unhinged just a bit more, he felt his heart suddenly start sprinting like the time he and Prompto pranked a raging Gladio.

The expensive black Altissian lace didn’t just stop at pricey stockings, you were wrapped in it so elegantly, he would have thought you were a present sent from the Astrals themselves. A present he almost didn’t want to open, you were wrapped too perfectly.

But he couldn’t let such a present go unopened.

Your bra was solid black, lace frilling underneath the cups. The straps were lace and thick and wrapped up behind your neck. In between the cups laid the littlest bow, a shiny stone weaved into the knot. Noctis briefly wondered if he could undo that little bow with his teeth to free your breasts. He wanted to massage them, kiss them, squeeze them; Worship them like one would an Astral.

You wore a pair of hipster panties. The middle was solid material, a shiny black. The sides were lace and hung high on your hips, hugging your hips and showing all of your curves. And just like your bra, the hemlines were lacey and there was a matching bow that sat right below your belly button, same glittering stone and all.

A present sent from the Astrals indeed.

“Wow,” was all Noctis could say, but it was just a mere whisper.

You slowly strolled towards him, swaying those hips of your, your eyes pinned on him. Your pupils were blown wide with lust. Noctis backed up with every step you took towards him, the music from the bathroom suddenly raging in his ears like it were a dream. With every step you took forwards towards him, he backed up one until his knees hit the mattress and he lost his balance, falling back onto the bed. You were standing there before him not too long after, watching him as he sat up on the bed. He was suddenly no longer exhausted from training all afternoon anymore.

“I could use some of that cheering up,” Noctis murmured under his breath, chest heaving at the sight of you standing above him.

Without a second thought you had reached up to behind your neck and unclasped the strap, letting the expensive bra you were wearing fall to the floor like it was some cheap thing.

Your breasts were free and out there on show to him, but something of his wasn’t. He could feel the electric shocks running all through his body, and he could definitely feel his pants getting slowly tighter in the crotch.

You had suddenly caged him. You propped one knee up next to his hip on the mattress, then the next. You placed one hand on Noctis’ chest and pushed him down, trailing a finger along his collarbones and down his chest. He really hoped you couldn’t feel his heart pounding against his ribcage as you stroked him through his shirt (but he really hoped you felt the tent in his pants).

You leaned down slightly and smiled at him. Noctis was sure by now that his face was beet red and he wasn’t sure he could keep a hold of constant eye contact with you. All he could think to do was to grab ahold of you, to steady you for whatever you were planning in that devious head of yours. He loved sinking his fingers into your hips, he wrapped his fingertips around the waistband of your panties.

He couldn’t handle it anymore; The teasing, the soft music still radiating from the bathroom, how the lighting just hit your body just right, how perfect you looked in black lace and silk.

He couldn’t handle the strain and tenting going on in his boxers and why is it so hot in here?

He was suffocating sitting there, looking at you, watching as you coyly smiled, looping your arms loosely around his neck, feeling you move around on his lap. His fingertips dug dangerously deep into your thighs and hips, nails biting into the material.

It was when he felt you grind against his erection did he finally snap.

He didn’t know he could move that fast, all of that training with Gladio and Ignis (and he shuddered as the brief thought of Cor stabbing at his feet with his sword) helped his reflexes, he had suddenly pinned you to the bed by the shoulders, a short gasp escaping your glossy lips.

Noctis’ fingers wrapped even tighter around the waistband of your panties and yanked them down your legs.

You flushed at the outline hidden inside the confinements of his underwear. Cock straining, erect, yet tortured to be stuck into tightening underwear.

Without a second thought, Noctis’ sweatpants dropped to the floor, the young prince quickly kicking them out of the way.

“You drive me crazy,” Noctis growled above you, hands snatching at your bare hips.

Your eyes held a sly shine to them, lips cheshire, loosely locking your stocking ankles behind his lower back.

“I’m just catering to your expensive tastes.”

#final fantasy xv #ffxv #noctis lucis caelum #noctis x reader #noctis caelum x reader

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litnerdwrites · 7 months ago

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I was out all day yesterday, so I couldn't upload it then, so here it is now. Day seven, extended version. I do have plans to make this a series, and once I have all three series planned out, I'll be sure to ask who's you want to see first. Be sure to look out for more Euphemia content until then too. On a side note, did anyone see Kerri's stories, where she was scrolling through the first few pages of Throne of Secrets. We got a glimpse at the first couple of pages and honestly, ever teaser just makes me more impatient to read it.

This is probably my favourite piece, and the longest that I've written. Even though it's extended, there's so much more that I wanted to add, that I'll probably put into the series. I really loved writing Lust, and trying to balance gentle, romantic side with his lustful, jovial one. Although, I don't think there was much room for the latter here but I'll be sure to give it ago in the series. What are some of your favourite Lust moments from the trilogy? Let me know! @princeofsinweek

Day 7: Lust/Lover

Speak Now - Lust x OC

WC:4,077

TW: Almost forced marriage, abuse (father striking his daughter, plus forced fiancé hurting bride), mentioned death of a parent, mentioned canon typical violence.

Amara was stone faced as her ladies maids tittered around her, tugging, tucking and tidying up her hair in preparation. They had tried to make smalltalk at first, but when she didn’t respond, they quickly gave up.

She wanted to grimace at her reflection. She wanted to tear the pins and veil from her hair. She wanted to smear the makeup from her face, even if she had to break a few nails and tear her skin to do it. She wanted to rip the silk and lace from her body, and throw it to the pigs.

She wanted to run.

But she couldn’t.

All because she had nowhere to go. Noone to turn to.

The gown itself was classic. An a-line gown made of silk, with a sweetheart neckline, and thick lace sleeves. The ivy patterned lace reached right to where her neck met her head, and somehow managed to irritate her skin. Yet, despite her growing discomfort, she remained like a statue, even as the maids began wondering if she even lived or not.

“You will wed the Prince, and you will finally make yourself useful to me,”

Even as it echoed in her own mind, her father’s voice remained harsh, arguably colder than even the northernmost flaming tombs. It became his usual attitude after her mother had been killed by who Amara now knew was the Goddess of Death in an act of vengeance. The father she knew and loved lasted until the funeral, but once people began moving on with their lives, things began to change. Gone was the gentle, doting father she knew, and in his place was a shell of a man who only sought power and fame.

Even at the expense of his own daughter.

Part of her, thinking back to that night, when she felt as though things had turned around for her.

Growing sick of the scent of alcohol and sex in her home, she’d wandered to one of the many cliff sides in Palermo.

She wasn’t sure how long she’d sat there, eyes locked on the crashing waves below, but not really looking at them.

It would be so easy to just… Push herself forward, and let herself fall. So, so easy.

But, before she could properly contemplate the idea, he was pulled from her thoughts by the distant sound of music. As if in a trance, she made her way down the side of the cliff wondering if it was the cold, or anticipation that had her limbs trembling. What she hadn’t expected was to find a bonfire, and a single male dancing on the beach.

The sculptures that nobles commissioned from renowned artisans to line their overly elaborate halls must’ve been inspired by the man. His skin was gold, and hair dark. His charcoal eyes seemed to glow under the light of a flaming circlet that wrapped around his head. Yet, somehow, she got the impression that if she met his gaze, she’d feel like she was trapped in a darkened abys

se of desire.

“If you like what you see, then why not join?” The male’s voice jolted her from her thoughts.

He had been across the beach a moment ago, but now he stood right in front of her. Too close. His face was too close, as he bent at the waist to examine her. It was only then, when she felt that flaming circlet flicker against her forehead that she realized how… Wrong- no. Not wrong. How… Strange it was.

“Doesn’t your head get hot during the summer?” she had blurted out, before slapping a hand over her mouth.

The man’s eyes widened, and he had jerked back, clearly surprised by the question. He observed her, eyes narrowing somewhat, before leaning back, letting his lips spread into a grin.

“There are no summers where I’m from,” he shrugged. She blinked up at him, hands still pressed to her mouth, but eyes wide and curious. He seemed so jovial when she first saw him, then he looked like he could see all of her secrets laid bare, before going back to seeming like he was having fun. “Should you not be more concerned by this?” he cocked his head to the side.

Amara dropped her hands from her mouth, and blinked up at him again. After a few moments under his expectant gaze, she raised a brow, and rocked on the soles of her feet, answering with a shrug. “No. My mother was a witch,”

Lust’s brows shot up.

“You seem remarkably comfortable sharing that, when all it would take is the wrong person overhearing for you to be condemned,”

“You aren’t exactly human either, in case you hadn’t noticed,” she pointed out, “I know enough about malvagi to know that if you wanted me dead, I’d be dead. Clearly, you don’t. Not as of yet, anyway,”

Lust’s brows shot up again, as he circled her.

Amara held her chin high, eyes tracking the male.

Silence stretched on for what felt like hours, though was likely only minutes.

“Do you know who I am, Stella Stregah?” he finally asked.

“A Malvagi,” she stated, matter of factly, before looking behind him, “Why are you having a bonfire all alone?”

“Would you care to join me?” was the only response he gave.

“Will you attempt to use your powers on me?” she asked.

“Dance with me, and perhaps you’ll find out,” the demon bowed at the waist, offering his hand to her.

Amara eyed him skeptically, but shrugged and accepted.

Music filled her ear again, though there was no discernible source, as the demon guided her through the steps. Amara let him. She followed his lead, though never once made eye contact with the demon.

“Which one are you?”

“I am the Prince of Lust,”

She narrowed her eyes on him. Taking a moment to examine herself, and thinking over their interactions thus far. It didn’t seem like he used his powers on her.

“Why haven’t you tried to influence me with your sin, yet?”

“Believe me, I’ve been trying,” Lust huffs.

“What?”

“Our powers can only inflate emotions that are already present. When I reached out to inflate yours, I sensed no emotion to inflate. Either you truly feel nothing, or they’re so deeply buried that even I can’t find them,”

“I…See,”

“Is that why you considered jumping from the cliff, Stella Stregah?”

Lust raised a brow, examining the way her face scrunched.

“That’s not your concern, Malvagi.” Amara snapped, moving to pull away.

He chuckled, yanking her into a spin, before she could, then caught her, and pushed her into a dip, hand cupping the thigh of her raised leg. His face was mear inches from hers.

“No need to be so wrathful, little witch. Let go of your troubles for a night. Release those pent up feelings and give in to your desires,”

“I’m not sleeping with you,” she told him, point blank.

“I never said you should. Not unless those are your desires,” Lust shrugged, not rising from the dip, letting his hand trail down her leg, “Dance. Drink,” she glanced behind him to see a table of drinks and food she hadn’t noticed before, and on the other side, comfortable looking chairs were laid out around the bonfire, “Rest. Talk. Sing. Give into whatever brings your pleasure,”

“You mean to feed your sin,”

“Perhaps. But can you deny that giving in to pleasure, forgetting what ails you, even for a single night, would be bad?”

It wouldn’t. She knew it wouldn’t.

“Surely you have plenty of people available to feed your sin,”

“Yet I crave you,”

Amara’s eyes narrowed.

“If I give into pleasure, you won’t use your sin on me?”

“Not unless you ask, little witch,”

“Then it’s a deal. Just for tonight.”

“Just for tonight.”

It hadn’t been just for a night.

She had returned two nights later, and made the same deal again, swearing it was the last time. Then again. And again. And again. And again.

Eventually, she gave into more and more of her desires, spending more than a couple of those nights with him making love on the beach, or in a cave. One time, he’d even appeared in her bedroom while her father was out drinking. Lust had wrinkled his nose when he appeared, be it at the sorry state of the place she lived in, or the clear evidence of her father’s vices, despite his own position, she couldn’t tell.

Eventually, she’d found herself coming to enjoy the jovial prince’s company. Perhaps it was unwise to do so, given what she knew of the malvagi, yet, she couldn’t bring herself to regret it. Even as she began to desire more than just his body. Instead, she longed for tender nights where he held her by the fire after a particularly vigorous session of love making in a cave.

Foolishly, she longed for the scowl he gave at her proposal to roast marshmallows over his flaming crown, before reluctantly agreeing if only she never shared it with her brothers, only to watch her oh, so tenderly as she made s’mores for them. Above all, she longed for the high she felt in his presence, which she recently learned wasn’t due to his sin, but rather her own feelings, and delusions.

That was all it was. Delusions.

Princes of Hell are content to rule alone, with no desire to share their power with anyone.

Now, at least she had her memories to hold onto as she got married. Then, when Prince Zarus would transform her into one of his own at the reception, right before injecting her with his venom, she’d likely lose all senses, or memories of her Prince. Perhaps that would be the mercy. To forget all of it, and be lost in the oblivion for the rest of eternity.

A sharp knock snaps her from her thoughts. In the mirror, she watched the lady’s maids quickly shuffle out, but glanced away at her father’s entry. She refused to even look at him.

He, obviously, noticed this too, but for once, did not strike her. Instead, he examined her.

“You don’t look like a whore, for once,” he comments. Amara said nothing. “Don’t look so sullen when you walk down the aisle. You are to wed royalty, and if you wish for comfort in your new life, do not let the prince tire of you.”

“Don’t pretend this is for me,” she whispers, “All this is so you can gain wealth, power and immortality. You care nothing for how I feel about the matter.” Tears well in her eyes as she gazes at her reflection, feeling like an imposter.

Her father approached, ignoring her flinch as he placed his hands on her shoulders, leaning beside her head to watch her in the mirror.

She refused to meet his gaze.

“Nonsense. You’re the precious,” his hands squeezed uncomfortably tight, voice strained, “daughter that my wife left behind before she died. I am merely doing what is best, so that you might live a life of comfort,”

Amara wanted to retort. To hurl insults and decor at him, but knew the guards would happily inject her before the wedding started, upon their Prince’s orders, and drag her down the aisle in that state of euphoria if that’s what it took. She didn’t want that. She wanted to put it off as long as she could. Yet, she also wanted to be rid of her father.

Mercifully, another knock at the door dragged her father away with one, final, painful squeeze of her shoulders.

She barely noticed the newcomer enter after her father, the woman draped in silver, emanating a familiar sensuality. Amara’s eyes snapped to hers as she pressed a finger to her lips. A slip of paper drops in front of her, before she uses transvenio to make her escape.

Eyes wide, Amara reaches for the paper, slowly unfolding it.

My dearest Amara, You don’t have to say yes. Meet at the back door and I can take you away from here, somewhere you’d be happy. I’d give absolutely anything for that, so I ask that if you wish to escape this, then come find me. I’ll be there until the reception ends. Forever yours, Prince Lust.

The message burst into flames, leaving behind a slip of paper with a map drawn on it. It appeared to lead from her room to the place he was waiting. The only issue were the guards outside her room. With furrowed brows, she shoved the paper into her pocket, hoping she’d have a chance on the way to the altar.

Finally, when her father came to collect her, she walked to the end of the hall.

“Father. I- I forgot my necklace! Could you go back and get it?”

“Just leave it, before we’re late,” he assures, with thinly veiled irritation and faux kindness.

“But it was a gift from the Prince. He’d be terribly angry if I don’t,” she tried.

Her father raised a brow, but nodded to the guards, who turned back. She and her father had watched them head back up the hall, to her room, before she turned on her heel, reaching for the paper. She’d made it halfway up the hall before a firm grip pulled her back.

“Where do you think you’re-” he noticed the paper. His eyes slid over the map, narrowing on it. Before she knew what was happening, a sharp sting was felt across her face, strong enough to send her to the ground, “You whore! You think you can escape this? You think you can embarrass me?!”

She shrank under his ire, more tears welling in his eyes.

“I- I’m sorry-”

He yanked her up by the arm.

“No. But you will be. Just you wait until the reception is over,” he hissed, “Now compose yourself,”

She did her best as they stood in the hallway, certain that the guards heard everything. A put of dread opened up in her stomach and minutes ticked by far too slowly, yet far too quickly at the same time. Each second was like a step towards the gallows.

She barely processed the guard’s return or her father clasping the necklace around her. She didn’t bother to hide her stiffness, or heartbreak, even as her father snapped at her to smile. As far as she was concerned, this was as good as walking to the executioner’s block.

The doors to the throne room opened, revealing the altar, where the immortal throne, where Zarus, sat at the end of an aisle laid with red and black petals.

Amara didn’t care much what plant they were from, only that it felt like a mocking reminder that the path to her future was scattered with more and more burdens to laden her shoulders.

She didn’t notice when she got to the altar.

She didn’t acknowledge the priest, or her fiance.

She stood in stony silence, with the eyes of bloodsucking monsters pinned to her.

The lines she dreaded most were coming.

She hardly felt like she could breath, much less speak.

She wanted to run.

She had to run.

She needed to run.

Run.

Ru-

“Do you, Amara Willows, take Prince Zarus to be your Prince and your husband, and to serve him and his court, for the rest of eternity?”

Her throat dried up.

She couldn’t speak.

“Amara?” a distant voice called.

She couldn't discern who.

She could feel her father’s harsh glare on her, and the Prince’s hand tightening on hers.

“Amare Willows, do you take-”

She couldn’t take it. She ran. Amara practically jumped off the altar, gown bunched in her hands, as she raced for the doors. There was yelling, and she felt pain in her foot as she stumbled, shoe falling off in the process, but she refused to acknowledge the pain as she made for the doors. It only really sunk in as two guards caught her arms in a bruising grip.

“Let me-”

“Aren’t you supposed to ask those with objections to ‘speak now’ or some bullshit?”

Amara’s head snapped towards the door at the familiar voice. Charcoal eyes met her own, and the flames that circled his head flickered somewhat brighter. As per usual, he wore an embroidered suit jacket and pants, foregoing the shirt.

It was him.

He was here.

Her prince was here.

“There is none in this court who would dare object to their Prince’s union,” scowled Zarus.

“Luckily I’m not part of this court then,” Lust grins, ever the jovial one, “So allow me to say with all sincerity in my non-existent heart,” he mocked, only, there was something different. His eyes had an intensity about them that she’d never seen before, “that I object,”

“Lu-” she tried to reach out, only for Zarus to appear in front of her.

The guards back off when Zarus grabs her wrist.

“On what grounds? You have no right to interfere in our affairs,”

“I do when you take a member of my court,”

“My daughter has never been a member of your vile court!” Her father interrupted, his face going red, from embarrassment or rage, she couldn’t tell.

“You see, that’s where you're wrong,” Lust starts, as he begins his way up the aisle, “She and I had made a deal, that involved her allowing me to fuel my sin through her several times a week. Marrying you would prevent her from holding up her end of the bargain,”

Her eyes widened as she recalled the deal she made, time and time again.

“Each corner of The Underworld has its own set of laws. Human law, the law of the Shifting Isles, dictates that a woman may not enter such agreements without her father or husband’s consent, deferring only to their female line in the absence of a male relative,” her father snapped.

“Yes, however, each law can be overturned by The King,”

“Not without valid reason to-”

“And there is,” a new voice called.

The man who just entered is burly, with dark hair, tied back with leather, and upswept, dark eyes. A scar is carved through his right cheek, a silver gleam against his darker features, and fine black suite. Despite how bored the man seems, the way his hand remains in reach of what appears to be a dagger’s sheath makes it clear that he’s been assessing everything with a warrior’s eye. He came prepared for violence.

Lust told her about him before. Anir. The King’s second.

“Consent is the most important aspect of courtship and marriage. Yet your bride doesn’t appear to want to be here at all,” Lust muses.

“What nonsense-” her father snapped, but was cut off by a withering glare from Anir.

“The King has asked me to confirm this. If it is true, then he’s willing to recognise House Lust’s claim of the woman, and has ordered me to leave behind a declaration of war as a result,” Anir holds an envelope between two fingers.

“This is ridiculous-” her father attempted again, only to be cut off again.

“Of course my bride wishes to be here,” Zarus turns from Anir to Amara, grip tightening painfully on her wrist, “don’t you?”

Amara winces, unable to speak from the strength with which he was holding her. Anir examined her, waiting, but the pain in her wrist became too much. She was sure he was crushing the bone, even before she heard a snapping sound coming from there. She wanted to cry out, only for the pressure on her wrist to vanish in a moment.

That was the moment the petals scattered on the aisle started coming closer. It was as if she was falling.

It wasn’t until warm arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her to a warm chest, that she saw Lust kneeling beside her. Through her gaze, though blurred with unshed tears, she noticed a female demon, the one from before, gripping the Prince’s hand almost as tightly as he did her’s. Tighter perhaps.

A warm hand gently guided her face away from the sight, so that she might meet the gaze of her prince instead.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t make it,” she whispered, thinking to her failed attempt at escape,”

“It’s okay, little witch. I’m here now,” Lust whispers, cradling your body.

You turn to see the man, Anir, approaching too. His gaze is calculating as he observes you, likely trying to figure out what to report to his prince.

“What’s important now is that you’re honest,” he tells you sternly, though not unkindly, “If you don’t wish to marry Zarus, speak now, Miss Willows,”

Her heart races at his words, at the opportunity to escape. She wants to reach for it, to grasp it but-

“But where will I go?” she asks weakly.

Lust, who was cradling her wounded wrist in his hand, smiled gently at her. Like he had many times before.

“You’ll come with me,” he whispered.

“But why? You have so many demons to feed your sin, so why-”

“Because I want you,” he reminds her, “I’ll tell you as many times as you need. I want you. Not anybody else,” he leans down to your ear, “Come back with me, to House Lust. Join my court officially. Be mine. Let me make you my princess, and then be mine. Mine for eternity,”

“Lust-”

“Hush. Let me finish,” he waits for you to nod before speaking, “In return, I’ll give you all the comfort and pleasure you want. I won’t have dalliances with anyone else. I won’t look at anyone else. Nobody but you. I’ll give you whatever your heart desires, if you just say ‘yes’”

He’s practically begging, in front of the entire vampire court, and his brother’s second, no less.

You don’t bother to contain your tears as you lean up, wrapping your good arm around him.

“Miss Willows-” Anir begins.

“Amara, I forbid-”

“Yes,” she manages to get out through her sobs, not breaking your gaze from Lust’s, “I want to go to House Lust. I want to leave this place,”

Anir nods, beginning to address the room again, but you pay it no mind. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Lust’s shoulders, mindful of the injured wrist, and buried your face there. The demon from earlier tried to console her, only for Lust to wave her away. He could feel her emotions. The fear, and heartache for her situation, all overshadowed by relife, joy, and desire for her freedom, for Lust. He felt no need to inflate it, instead, he gently encouraged her to let it out however she needed.

It was only when Lust deposited her on a bed covered in deep plum silks, and overly stuffed pillows.

“Care for a bath?” he asked.

“As long as it stays one. I’m far too tired to do anything right now,” she murmured to him.

Lust chuckled, but agreed, as he helped her from, what he called, an inordinate amount of fabric, as she giggled and reminded him that it was only two layers.

“Two layers too many,” he huffed, before tearing the dress from her body and depositing her in the bat.

While she soaked, Lust gently wiped the makeup from her face, before pressing a kiss to her temple. He brought some ointment and bandages for her wrist, silently wrapping it, before carrying her back to bed.

“If you don’t wish to sleep bare, I could have some night clothes brought,” he gently offered, as he helped her dry off.

Amara shook her head.

“I’ve slept beside you, naked, in caves, and on sand. I think I’ll be fine to do so while wrapped in the most comfortable silks I’ve ever seen,” she assured.

Lust smiled, nodding, before reaching for something from the bedside.

“I only wish for your comfort, little witch, before I make good on one of my promises,”

Amara blushed at the reminder.

“You don’t-”

He ignored her as he took a ring in one hand, hew good wrist in the other.

“I want to. Let me make you my princess. My fiance. My only lover,”

She stared at him, noting sincerity in his dark eyes. Amara nodded.

“Then, from now until eternity, be mine, Lust,”

Lust slid the ring to her finger, then pressed a kiss to her lips.

“Mine,” he nipped at her.

She giggled, and nipped back.

“Mine,”

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emsfallingsky · 1 year ago

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Enchanted

Pairing: Danny X female!reader

Word count: 7.4k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! sexually explicit content, unprotected sex, (kissing, fingering, choking, name calling, praise, edging, cursing, spanking, restraints, dirty talk, degradation, breeding kink, katoptronophilia ;)

It was now starting to become late and the wine you had been sipping on was no longer doing the trick of getting you through the night. You let out a sigh, throwing your head back against the arm of the chair you were sprawled across. You had been sitting here for the past two hours waiting for Danny to get back home.

Normally you wouldn’t be upset knowing that he was having a good time at the bar with his brothers, surely getting the ol’ Kiszka birthday special. But tonight was different. You had decided you wanted to do something a little different…a little special so he would have something to look forward to when he came home tonight.

So, there you sat, wearing a black silk robe, which was now barely tied around your middle, coming loose from the hours of waiting. Underneath the black robe was a new lingeire set that you had picked out the week before.

It was a black lace set that had red accents springkled throughout it. The edges of the set were trimmed with black and red stiches along the sides of the bra and around the hemline of the thong. The mateiral was sheer and see-through, allowing nothing to keep from being hidden and concealed. What tied the whole set together was the tiny red bows found in the center of the bra and on the top edge of the thong. A little something for him to tear into…

You had washed your hair and styled it and then because you were already in the shower, proceed to shave your legs and wash your body with with the hopes of smelling like a bath and body works at the end. You decided to apply more makeup than usual for ‘lounging around the house’, this time being secretly a little more for yourself than his.

You had just about given up on waiting, blowing out a puff of air between your lips and setting your lipstick-stained wineglass down on the table after hearing shuffling come from the other side of the door. You looked up at the door, quickly retying your robe around you before the door opened.

Danny entered the house, kicking off his shoes and shrugging off his jacket before his eyes swept over the room and landed on you. “Hey bab- oh…wow,” Danny said, before I stood up from the chair and started walking over to him, revealing the sleek black robe.

You watched Danny’s eyes grow dark with a hungry flare sparking in his eyes. His eyes moved over your body as you approached him, running up and down your body, hidden by the robe. Danny pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and let out a hum as you stopped in front of him. He raised one of his hands, running his finger along the inside of the robe by your chest. “And what’s all this?” he asked, in a low voice that made your body shiver.

“Your birthday present,” you replied back, keeping your eyes on his face as his danced all over you. You watched him watch his over finger that was tracing the fabric of your robe, letting his stare linger on the top of your chest. You felt him dip his finger under the fabric and start to pull it open, but you quickly swatted at his hand, making him pull back.

“What was that for?” Danny asked, cocking a brow up.

“Not yet,” you whispered, placing a gentle kiss against his earlobe. Danny hissed and clutched your waist, pulling you closer to him. You reached out and placed a steady hand on his chest. “Wait,” you said, before you walked away and grabbed your wine glass and went into the kitchen.

You walked over to the cupboard and pulled another wine glass down for Danny, setting it beside yours. You grabbed the bottle of red you had been nursing on all night and began to pour him and yourself a glass. “And how was your night?” you asked, turning your head to look over at Danny who was making his way into the kitchen.

Danny stopped and leaned against the counter, his eyes still visibly running over your body. “It was good, they got me properly fucked up,” Danny said with a smirk, You let out a small laugh, handing him his glass. He thanked you and brought it to his lips and took a small sip.

“Are you still fucked up now?” you asked, taking your glass in your hand, and leaning against the counter beside him. Danny shook his head.

“Not anymore, now I’m just a little buzzed,” Danny said, sending a wink your way as he took another sip from his glass. You let out a small hum, smiling at him from over the rim of your glass.

Danny sighed, setting his glass down on the counter and crossed his arms in front of him. “C’mon baby, please don’t make me wait,” Danny pleaded, reaching out to grab the end of the robe tie that hung down beside you. He started to fidget with the end of it, running over the soft fabric between his fingers.

You smirked and turned to him, taking a step forward. “Awe but it’s so fun to keep you waiting.”

Danny raised his eyebrows and nodded playfully, “True…but it is my birthday, and I very much would like to see what you’re wearing under that,” Danny said, bringing his head close to you and then proceeded to run the tip of his nose along the side of your neck.

Instantly, you threw your head back, allowing him more access as a small groan escaped you. Danny brushed his lips against the sensitive skin, making you reach a hand out and grab his bicep, pulling him closer to you. “Thought you wanted to keep me waiting?” he mumbled against your neck, before nipping your earlobe.

“Changed my mind,” you mumbled, sliding your hand up his arm to grip onto the top of his shoulder. You pulled him closer against you as he continued to press kisses along your neck. Danny then moved up to the side of your jaw before lightly brushing his lips against your own.

You both melted into the kiss, pushing your bodies and lips closer together. One of his hands gripped your hips while the other weaved into your hair, holding the back of your neck while he deepened the kiss. You felt his tongue slide out, licking over the bottom of your lip before it entered your mouth and collided with your own tongue. You were still able to taste the lingering alcohol on him from his night out. That and combined with the smell of his cologne was enough to make your head spin.

A small moan escaped you as you pressed yourself further against him, but Danny pulled back with a smirk on his face. Your hands clutched the fabric of his shirt, trying to draw him back to you but he didn’t budge. “Baby please,” you begged, looking up at him with your best puppy dog eyes.

“No look at the one who’s eager,” Danny quipped in a low voice, running his hand down the outside of your thigh so it caught the edge of your robe. He ran it back up, letting his hand slide under the fabric so now his hand was making contant with your bare skin.

As his hand came higher to your hip, he stopped it as soon as he felt the lacy fabric of your thong. Danny smirked and let out a soft hum while looking down at you. “I’ll let you get what you want if you let me see what’s under this.”

You stared back at him biting your bottom lip. After a few seconds of debating, you knew you wouldn’t be able to say no so you nodded your head. Danny smirked and moved his hand out from under the robe, bringing it to the middle as he grabbed the small piece of fabric keeping the robe shut. He softly began tugging on it and you watched his eyes grow wide as it fell open. He bit his bottom lip while starting at your body, his eyes not seeming to be able to focus on just one area as they darted around.

Danny placed his hand on the top of your hip, slowly bringing his eyes back up to you. “God baby, you look so fucking good. You did this all for me?” Danny asked, letting his eyes roam again before they landed on your chest. You looked up at him and nodded. You watched the muscles in his jaw bulge as he clenched his jaw and let out a slow breath.

He slowly took a step back, bringing his hand to his bottom lip as he took in the full sight of you. “Fuck,” he mumbled before walking back towards you. Danny gripped your hip and spun you around so now your stomach was pressed against the edge of the counter. “Feel what you’re doing to me baby?” he whispered against your neck, while pressing himself against your ass. Beneath the thing fabric of your robe, you were able to feel his hardness straining beneath his jeans as he pressed himself to you.

“Danny,” you groaned, while gripping the edge of the counter and pushing yourself back against him. The grip he had on your hip tightened and you heard a low rumble from him. He pushed your hair back, so the side of your neck was exposed and slowly started to place kisses along it. You sunk into the feeling, closing your eyes and leaning your head back while he found that sweet spot where you neck met your shoulder.

Danny started to place soft kisses, holding you in place with his hand while his other started to rub over the front of your thigh. You bit your lip trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape you as you felt his hand start to slide higher up your thigh. While your mouth may have been good at keeping quiet, your body had a mind of its own. Your hips started to squirm under his touch as his hand continued to glide higher up your thigh. You felt his other hand hold your hip in place while he pressed up against you, pinning you to the counter. “Sensitive little thing, aren’t you?” he quipped, before he softly nipped your neck.

He continued to tease you, sliding his hand up and down your thigh but never quite getting to the spot that was now dripping for him. Danny could sense you growing frustrated especially after you let a small whimper escape you. You heard him chuckle and press his nose to the side of your neck before he spoke, “something you want love?”

You swallowed and quickly nodded your head against him, while trying your best not to squirm beneath him.

“Use your words, baby.”

“Touch me,” you breathed out, “please touch me.”

That was all you needed to say before you felt one of Danny’s fingers swipe through the middle of your panties. Your body immediately jolted, your knuckles turning white as you gripped the counter, and a whiny moan escaped you. “Is that what you wanted, baby?” he asked.

Again, you quickly nodded while biting your bottom lip. You heard Danny hum behind you and felt his finger press against your clit. He didn’t move it, he just held it there against you. You let out a high moan and found yourself trying to move your hips against the tip of his finger, eager to get some relief to the spot that was now aching.

“That’s cute. Does my little girl wanna fuck my fingers?” Danny called from behind you. You no longer compared how desperate you looked, all you wanted was for him to touch you.

“Danny please,” you whimpered, turning your head a bit to look at him so he was able to see the desperation written on your face.

“Awe poor baby…guess I’ll have to-”

You gasped, feeling his finger press further against your clit and start to draw small circles against it. “Oh god,” you moaned, throwing your head back against his shoulder. Danny pressed a kiss to the side of your temple before resting his chin on your head.

“Yeah? Right there baby?” he asked, pressing his finger harder against your clit, continuing to draw circles against it. You moan and move your head from beneath Danny’s chin, letting it fall forward while your jaw hangs loosely.

Danny pulls his finger away and you are about to let out a groan of frustration but then you feel his fingers working into the side of your thong, quickly pulling the aside. This time when he runs a finger through your wetness, you aren’t the only one left moaning. “God, you’re always so fucking wet for me.”

He started back on drawing circles around your clit but this time worked his fingers a bit faster, making you feel a tingle start to build in the bottom of your stomach. Your hips had started to rock against his hand and luckily this time, he allowed it.

Your body was pushed up against the counter with your head hanging down, but you slowly raised it. In front of you, you could see the window and in it, the reflection of you and Danny. You let yourself stare at the reflection, watching his hand deep down between your legs and rub against you. You could feel your knees start to buckle at the sight.

Danny’s fingers worked between your legs with ease, stroking and sliding around that certain spot that filled you with utmost pleasure. His lips continued to work on the side of your neck, making further pleasure sweep throughout your entire body. He turned his head ever so slightly and in the reflection of the window, you were able to see his eyes now on yours. You heard a breathy chuckle right by your ear and felt his breath against your skin making you let out a low pitched whine as you rocked your hips on him.

“Like watching baby? Like watching me play with your pussy?” Danny cooed into your ear, his cheek now resting against the side of your head. You nodded against him and watched his eyes on you in the window as they studied your face. Some loose strands of hair started to fall in front of it but Danny gentle swiped them away with his free hand. “So pretty for me baby.”

The way Danny’s eyes were set on you in the reflection was something that would forever scar your memory. His soft spoken and sweet demeanor was dropped completely and instead someone who was mischievous and daunting now took his place. You liked being able to see not only him, but yourself in the reflection. Your eyes wandered across your own body, taking in its shapes and the slight curve of your hip, still concealed by the soft fabric that hung around you. Your eyes danced back and forth from his face to your own, watching your own reactions when Danny pressed against that special spot and made you melt into the palm of his hand.

You were a moaning and panting mess as you watched Danny in the reflection. His dark eyes stayed on yours and in the reflection, you could see the dangerous gleam in them that let you know how badly he wanted you. You could feel that coil deep inside you starting to grow tighter and tighter with each stroke of his finger and when you felt it about to snap, he took his hand away. A strangled whine left your lips, and your thighs shook from the buildup that ultimately led to nowhere.

“Poor girl,” Danny said with a tsk. “Always so needy…you should know by now that the longer you whine, beg and squirm, the longer it’s gonna be love.”

You knew he was right but still couldn’t muffle the whine that pushed past your lips. You had a death grip on the edge of the counter, half of it being out of frustration, the other half was to make sure you kept yourself upright.

“Tell me what you want love” Danny whispered into your ear. You bit your lip, not wanting to voice the only thought that was invading your mind. Instead, you rocked your hips again and in doing so, was given a hard smack to the inside of your high. You jumped a bit at the surprise and watched his face in the mirror, seeing him cock one of his eyebrows up, scolding you.

“Uh-uh, use your fucking words,” Danny growled into your ear. You took a deep breath and met his eyes in the mirror.

“Want your fingers on me,” you replied breathlessly.

“What was that?” Danny asked, letting the tip of his finger slide under the edge of your underwear as he teased you.

“I said, I want your finger-” you repeated, but were cut off by feeling him slide his middle finger deep inside of you. The sound that came out of you was crossed between a gasp and a moan. He slowly began to pump his finger in and out of you, letting you get used to the feeling of having him there. On instinct, your back arched further into him, reminding you of his own excitement that was pressed behind you and getting harder by the minute. Danny chuckled behind you, “heard you the first time, just wanted to hear you beg for it again.”

Danny’s hand came off the side of your head and snaked around your middle, pulling you close to him while he continued to pump his finger in you. You could tell he was taking his time, calculating each movement, and drawing them out to make sure they hit that special spot buried deep inside of you.

Hidden moans came out from deep within your chest, feeling the tip of his finger catch g-spot with each stroke. Danny pulled his finger out just enough and this time, let his other finger join, plunging deep inside of you. You gasped feeling the sudden stretch but quickly welcomed it.

The wet sounds that were coming from between your legs should’ve made you feel ashamed and embarrassed, but you were too drunk off the high he was giving you to care. From behind you, you could not only hear, but feel the deep rumble coming from his chest with each moan he let out.

His other hand that was wrapped around your waist, then came down between your legs and you felt the tip of his finger start to rub against your clit. A high-pitched squeak came from you and you let your hand come between your legs, to clutch his wrist. “D-Danny,” you moaned.

“I know baby, just let it happen…gonna make you feel so good.”

You could quickly feel your orgasm building up with the combined stimulation from his fingers working quickly over you. Your limbs started to feel weightless and all the thoughts you once had in your head seemed to crumble and drift into stardust that went and spread itself somewhere far beyond. Your legs started to shake and your free hand that was clutching the counter, was now scratching the surface of it as you held on. You let out a deep groan, closing your eyes as you felt yourself start to walk over that line that would lead you down a road of bliss.

“Look at me, let me see those eyes baby,” Danny softly cooed into your ear. You did as he said, forcing yourself to keep your eyes set on him in the reflection. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see yourself with your mouth parted and a deep crease carved between your brows.

You willed yourself to keep your eyes set on him as you felt your body start to shake around him. He watched you in the window, muttering sweet words of praise as you felt yourself start to unfold. You cried out and scratched the top of his hand with your fingernails as you felt a wave of pleasure crash over you. You slumped forward against the counter, panting and moaning as you let your body surrender to him fully. Danny’s movements slowed and he let your shuddering body do the work instead, slowly grinding on his fingers.

You stayed slumped against the counter, catching your breath, and felt Danny’s lips brush against the top of your shoulder as he gave it a light kiss. “You okay baby?” he whispered against your skin. You nodded and met his eyes again in the reflection and saw a soft smile stretch across his face. “Good, cause were just getting started.”

Danny grabbed your shoulder and pulled you up off of the counter, so your back was pressed his chest once again. His fingers were still inside of you and you groaned when you felt him slowly draw them out. His grip was still on your shoulder, and you felt him tighten it as he spun you around to face him.

Your eyes were now set on his, this time without the barrier in between you too. Danny’s eyes danced across your face, and you watched him smirk, that dark spark flaring in his eyes once again. You then were left speechless as you watched him bring his hand to his face, the tips of his fingers coated and gleaming with your wetness. He glanced down at his fingers for s plit second then back at your face as he brought the wet digits to his mouth and brought them into his mouth.

Danny held your eyes as he sucked you off of his fingers, eliciting a deep groan from him as he tasted you. He pulled his fingers out of his mouth, the bottom of his lip wet with you. “God…you taste so fucking good baby,” he growled, “wanna taste?”

You looked at him, your eyes half lidded and low from still feeling the linger effects of your orgasm on your body. You slowly nodded your head, and you watched the corner of his mouth turn up into a smile before he brought his hand to cup the side of your cheek as he leaned in.

When your lips met, you could taste the combination of the lingering wine, mixed with the taste of your own arousal. You instantly groaned at the taste, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him further into you. Danny’s hand began to wander across your body, sliding against the soft fabric of your robe. His hands pawed at the back of your thighs and then came up to squeeze your ass, making you let out a soft whimper against him.

Danny pulled away and looked at you, running his thumb over your bottom lip. “You gonna give me my birthday present?” You quickly nodded, watching a soft smile appear on his face as he took your hand and started to lead you towards the bedroom.

He shut the door behind you, leaving you standing in the middle of the room with you back faced towards him. The sound of the lock clicking sent a shudder through your body, feeling the excitement and anticipation start to take course.

You could feel Danny approach you, his chest just grazing over your back. He moved your hair out of your face, placing it behind his shoulder as his arms wrapped around you. The two of you both sunk into the embrace, feeling your bodies melt against one another. Danny pressed a kiss to the side of your temple, and you let out a hum of approval, closing your eyes and tilting your head into him.

Danny let out a soft chuckle before loosening his grip around you. He gently grabbed the side of your arm, turning you around to face him. He smiled down at you and brought his hand up so his thumb could swipe against the top of your cheek. His eyes then went down your body, taking in the sight of you in the lingerie. “Take this off,” Danny said softly, moving his hand down to your shoulder as he brushed against the silky fabric.

You nodded and gripped the side of the robe by your shoulders, slowly letting it fall to the floor. Danny bit his lip seeing you now standing before him with nothing shielding your body. He let out a soft hum, taking a step back to let himself see you fully. “Fuck baby,” he mumbled, rubbing his hand around the sides of his mouth.

Danny then took a step forward, letting his hand grab your hip while he started down at your chest. You could see a thought strike him by seeing the sudden twitch of a muscle in his face and the way he darted his eyes to the corner of the room before looking back at you. “So…you like watching, hm? You felt yourself blush a bit but his warm smile was enough to put you at ease. You giggled and bit your bottom lip before you slowly nodded.

Danny’s eyes then glanced to the side of the room again. “Well…then let’s watch,” he said, before grabbing your hand and leading you over to the full-length mirror propped against the wall.

He led you over to it, stopping you a few feet in front of it, taking place behind you. The top of his hovered just above your shoulder and you could see his eyes wander across your body before settling on your eyes. His hands slowly slid up the length of your arms, making goosebumps form across your skin before they stopped to rest at the top of your shoulders. “Does that feel good love?” You swallowed thickly as you nodded, your eyes still holding his. “Good…”

You watched Danny in the reflection, one of his thumbs softly rubbing small circles into your shoulder while the other started to slide down your arm. You then watched it move to clutch your side, his fingers digging into the skin. His hand then slid up your side, lingering a bit as they danced up to your rib cage. You squirmed a bit under his touch feeling the tips of his fingers tickle against your skin, making Danny let out a small chuckle. “Relax baby.”

His hand then slid upwards, the tip of his fingers now grazing the underwire of your lace bra. His hand stopped there, and you flicked your eyes up to watch his face in the mirror. His dark eyes were fixated on watching his hand but then it was like he could feel you watching his face as his eyes flicked up to meet yours.

You watched a daunting smirk spread across his face as he pressed a gentle kiss to your neck that made the hair on your body stand up on end. Danny moved his thumb up and let it gently graze over the top of your nipple still concealed by the sheer lace fabric. In an instant, you felt your nipple harder against his featherlike touch. “You know this thing is fucking killing me. I can see every little thing but can’t fucking touch it…fucking tease,” Danny tsked while pinching your nipple between his fingers making you cry out.

Danny smirked at you in the mirror, continuing to roll your nipple between his fingers while you watched the other one come off your shoulder and start to slide down your body. He let it rest on your lower stomach, his fingers brushing against the top of the thong. “Love how I can see your pretty little pussy through these too. I can see how wet she is for me,” he cooed into your ear.

You bit your lip and groaned, pushing your body against him. In the reflection of the mirror, you watched Danny bite his lip and close his eyes for a second, trying to maintain his composure. He stared back at you, the dangerous flare in his eyes consuming his iris and making his eyes appear black. He then moved his hand away from your nipple to slide right up to your neck. You watched the muscles in his jaw flex as he tightened his grip around your throat. “Get on the fucking bed,” he growled.

Danny released his hand off of your neck and you quickly crawled onto the bed, turning around on it while you leaned back against your hands with your legs spread ever so slightly for him.. He turned to you, raising a hand up to grab the back of his shirt and tug it off with a single fluid movement. He tossed the shirt to the floor and stood still looking at you, his eyes raking over your body and settling between your legs, making him let out a groan.

Danny pushed his tongue to the side of the cheek and then held a singular finger out to you, telling you to wait. He turned back around, walked over to the mirror, and picked it up, dragging it over to reposition it at the end of your bed.

Danny set the mirror down and turned back towards you while he started to undo his belt. “Wanna watch…then lets fucking watch,” Danny said with a cold stare before he climbed on the bed and positioned himself on top of you. He started to kiss you, grinding his hardness against your leg.

You quickly reached down to his belt buckle that was open and now hanging on his hips. You didn’t feel like wasting anymore time as you began to pull down the zipper of his pants. Danny groaned into your mouth and gently thrusted his hips into your hand, urging you on further. You made quick work of undoing his zipper and then pulling down the tops of his pants.

Danny’s hand wrapped around your throat, and he let out a growl, bringing his other hand to hastily pull off the rest of his pants, leaving him in just his boxers. He began to kiss you again, this time his kisses being hot, and lust ridden. He groaned into your mouth while letting his tongue slip into your mouth. Your hands clawed and grabbed at his skin wanting to pull him closer to you. He seemed to get the hint because your breath was soon taken from you as you felt his hips rock against you, the tip of his cock brushing against the fabric of your thong. Enclosing your clit. Your hand gripped his bicep while you cried out at the feeling.

“Want my cock baby?” Danny asked, gripping the sides of your neck harder. You looked up at him, his dark curls falling and cascading down in front of him. You bit your lip, your brows furrowed as you quickly nodded your head.

Danny then rocked his hips against you again while he clenched his jaw. His eyes were dark and cold as he looked down at you. “Words baby and I’ll give you everything you want.”

“W-want your cock,” you managed to stutter out, dragging on hand down between the two of you to grip his hardness in your hand. Danny let out a deep groan from within his chest and snaked his hand that was gripped around the front of your throat, to the back of your neck, grabbing a fistful of hair at the nape of your neck. He climbed off of you and lifted you by your hair and then threw you face down on the other end of the bed.

You now laid on your stomach, your head hanging off the bed and your hands clutching the edge of it. You slowly raised your eyes and when you did you saw a sinful sight in the reflection of the mirror…

Danny was on his knees behind you, his hands coming to grip to the side of your hips as he yanked you back, pressing his hardness against you. His eyes were fixated on your ass as he gently pressed himself to you a couple times, kneeing his hand into your flesh. Danny then grabbed your hips and pulled you back hard against him, delivering a hard smack to the skin there.

You yelped, feeling a sting from where his hand made contact and found your own, gripping the bed sheets. Danny let out a hum of approval before his eyes slowly traveled up the length of your spine and met yours in the mirror. You could see the cocky smirk tugging at the side of his face while he stared back at you. “Wanna watch me fuck you?”

You bit your lip with your eyes heavy and half lidded. You pushed your head back a little, staring at his reflection over the tip of your nose. “Please fuck me.”

Danny dug his hand further into the flesh of your hip with your response and let out a breathy chuckle. You watched him slowly tug down his boxers to reveal his cock, thick and heavy for you while the tip of it glistened with his own arrousal. He gripped it in his free hand, slowly pumping over himself. The reflection in the mirror made you clench down around nothing.

His mouth was slightly parted and the muscles in his shoulder and bicep flexed with each languid stroke. His dark curls hung down around his face, concealing part of him. His own brows were furrowed in pleasure while he pulled in shaky breaths. The muscles in his abdomen twitched as his own pleasure began to course throughout him. He bit his bottom lip and slowly lifted his eyes towards you, and you watched as his hip seemed to absentmindedly buck into his hands.

You arched your back for him which made him clench his jaw and his eyes grow heavily with lust. His eyes dipped down to take in the view of you arching your back for him and he slowly pulled your thong to the side. His hand came to rub small circle over the top of your hip, and you slowly felt his tip start to swipe through your wetness. You let out a soft moan as he rubbed the head of his cock against your clit and then pulled back to tease at your hole.

He did this a couple times, and it was enough to already have you be a winning mess. “Please Danny, please.”

“Well since you asked so nicely-” Danny started to say before he was cut off by his own moan as he plunged into you. You found yourself gasping and gripping the sheets as you felt yourself stretch around him. It didn’t matter how many times the two of you fucked, it was always a suprise when you first felt him slide in.

Danny’s head fell forward, and he closed his eyes, keeping himself still while pressing himself deep inside. You could feel him grip both of your hips as he slowly pulled himself out from you and then delivered another hard thrust. You let out a groan, feeling the wind being knocked from your chest at the power behind his thrust.

Danny opened his eyes and met your back in the mirror with a devilish smirk on his face. He slowly began to build a rhythm, plunging deep inside of you and letting the tip of his cock brush against your sweet spot. You gripped the sheets, needing something to hold on to as your body jolted forward with each thrust, he gave to you.

Grunts and groans left his mouth, and you watched the muscles in his stomach and arms flex with each movement. He then slowed his movements, shuffling himself back on the bed a bit and then gripped your hips pulling you back hard against him. You let out a deep groan, feeling the tip of him graze your cervix. “Ah fuck, Danny!”

Danny let out a chuckle and worked back up to his steady pace. “What baby? Do you feel me deep inside your tummy?” At this point, you couldn’t even form words with how hard he was thrusting into you. All you could do was meet his eyes in the mirror and nod your head.

He continued to thrust into you and the two of you were now both covered in a layer of sweat. His curls were sticking to the side of his face and his chest and stomach gleamed in the low light of the room. Your cheeks were now a bit red, and strands of your hair now stuck to your neck and sides of your face.

Danny then reached around to the front of you and grabbed your chin, forcing you to crane your neck up just a bit. His thumb swiped against your bottom lip, smearing your red lipstick around the sides of your mouth. You slowly opened it for him and sucked it into your mouth, letting your tongue swirl against the pad of it. Danny let out a hiss from behind you and you watched in the mirror as his eyes rolled back into his head at the sensation.

He must’ve been trying to maintain his composure because he quickly took his thumb out of your mouth and instead snaked his hand around to the back of your head, gathering your hair. He gripped your hair tightly and then pressed the side of your face down against the comforter as he began to plow into you, not holding himself back on bit.

Strangled moans left your mouth as you felt the tip of his cock brush against your g-spot and then proceed to hit your cervix. The combined sensation was enough to leave you panting and shaking as you felt your second orgasm draw near.

“There you go, fucking take it,” Danny growled, thrusting himself further into you, the sound of his thighs hitting your ass and your own wetness filling the room.

You moaned into the comforter and went to snake your hand between your legs to help get yourself there but were quickly stopped by Danny. He gripped your wrist in his hand and pressed it against the small of your back as he continued to drive into you.

You turned your head ever so slightly, wanting to be able to see everything in the mirror. You practically came just from the sight. Your back was arched, leaving just the view of your ass above the top of your head. You could see pound into you but as you continued to watch, you saw him lean over and grab something off the bed. When he straightened himself back up, you saw his belt buckle in his hand.

His eyes met yours in the mirror and he slowed his thrusts down just for a second as he grabbed both of your arms and pinned them behind your back. He then looped the belt around them, securing them by tightly pulling the end of the buckle. He began to thrust into you again with that brutal pace, holding the end of the belt buckle as he did.

“You like that baby? Like the way my cock stretches you out?” Danny cooed.

“Yes! I- fuck, oh my god…. fucking love it,” you moaned.

His eyes were cast downward, watching his cock slide in and out of you. The sight of seeing you arched for him, and your hands restrained behind you was just enough to have his own self teetering over the edge.

He continued to plow into you, and you could sense he was getting closer from the way he would pull himself almost all the way out, catching his breath before sliding back into you. You too found your orgasm growing near and your body started to shake around him. Danny hissed when you clenched down on him and that only made him tighten the belt buckle around your wrist. “You close baby? I can feel that pussy clenching down on me.”

You nodded against the covers and felt his hand come off your hip to snake down between your legs. He began to draw circles over your clit while continuing his brutal pace and it was all you needed to be sent over that edge. Danny let out a deep groan as he felt you shake around him.

Danny slowed his pace but began to deliver you deep, hard thrusts as he felt his own pleasure start to overtake him. “Fuck,” he grunted as he thrust deep into you, “gonna fucking,” another thrust, “breed you.”

“Do it, fucking cum in me,” you groaned back, watching his face contort in the mirror. Your words were all he needed before you felt him give another deep thrust and then spill deep inside you. He slumped forward, his damp chest resting against your back as he let go of the hold of his belt wrapped around your wrist.

“Fuck,” he groaned into your hair as he struggled to take in deep breaths as he came down. You laid underneath him, drained and lifeless now. Danny stayed on top of you not moving but you soon felt his hand come and brush away the damp hair that stuck to your neck as he pressed a gentle kiss to it.

“You alright baby?” he mumbled into your neck. You sighed and closed your eyes, nodding against the comforter.

“Good,” he sighed back. He slowly lifted himself off you, slide out of you. You both let out a soft groan at the feeling. He then sat up behind you and started to undo the buckle of the belt, freeing your hands from behind you. “Belt wasn’t too much was it? Wasn’t too tight?”

You quickly shook your head, feeling the instant relief as he took off the belt and tossed it across the room. “Not at all, I loved it.”

Danny let out a small chuckle and you flipped yourself over, now laying on your back to start up at him. He smiled down at you and pressed his hands flat against either side of your head before he lowered himself down and placed a kiss to the top of your nose. You closed your eyes and scrunched your nose at the feeling making the two of you giggle.

When you opened your eyes, you saw him only a few inches from your face, his long curly ends coming to tickle the sides of your face as it hung down. You pressed a hand flat against his chest and began to draw lazy circles against his skin. “So…you enjoyed your birthday present then?”

Danny smiled and pressed another kiss to you, this time to your cheek. “Very much. I fucking love this little set you got…fuckin sexy.”

You smiled at his answer and then placed a gentle kiss to his lips. “I’m glad you liked it.”

Danny chuckled and looked down at your face and then above your head to the mirror. You flicked your eyes up, leaning back your head to see both of your upside down reflections in the mirror. Danny laughed and then looked back down at you. “I have to say…the mirror was a brilliant idea.”

You frowned and looked at him. “That was your idea-”

“Maybe but! You started it. Watching yourself in the window…filthy girl.” Danny tsked.

You playfully rolled your eyes, a smile plastered on your face. “Shut up!” you said, swatting a hand at him. Danny giggled back at you, and you sat up. “Want some cake?”

Danny smirked and let his eyes trail down your body. “Ooo, yes please-”

You swatted him again and rolled your eyes. “I’m serious dumbass! I got you a tiny one for tonight. Was gonna light candles and sing to you and shit.”

“Fine, fine, but can I get some more of this after?” Danny asked, reaching down, and giving your backside a quick squeeze. You let out a small yelp and giggled.

“Deal.”

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simonsdoll · 2 years ago

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NSFW SCENARIO TWO

💋RED PLEASURE💋

Warnings:Smut,dom ghost,unprotected sex,fingering,oral,nippleplay,knifeplay,bondage,v penetration, mention of aftercare

Disclaimer: MDNI NSFW CONTENT

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A/n:I have never wrote a smut fic before so let me know in my inbox if everything about it was ok.Feedback helps me for improvement.Valentine’s Day isn’t complete if Simon Ghost Riley isn’t breaking my back. Anyways everyone have a great Valentine’s Day. Enjoy Ghost whores! 😉➿➿➿➿➿➿➿➿➿➿➿➿➿➿➿➿➿➿

It was February 14th when you received a text from Simon that he was on his way home from work for Valentine’s Day. A few days prior you were out shopping when you saw some beautiful Valentine’s Day themed lingerie. One caught your attention. It had laced red hearts. It was bondage lingerie which you thought Simon would LOVE. You chose the red bondage lingerie and couldn’t wait to show it to Simon once he came back.

You got ready while you waited for him to arrive. You took a shower and put your lingerie on. You paired it with some black Louboutins. You did your makeup as sexy as possible. Added a red lipstick so your lipstick would stain everything. You put on your black silk robe to hide everything. You decided to make it look more romantic so you went and grabbed the candles that you bought from shopping and lit them up and scattered them around the room. A few weeks ago you bought some red led lights. You had placed them by yourself and just thought you did an amazing job. You knew Simon would love them. You turned them on and the whole room illuminated a sexy dark red and with the candles you knew it would definitely set the mood.

You just waited patiently sitting on the edge of the bed. Minutes later you got a message and walked towards the nightstand the message said he was almost here. You took off your robe and threw it under the bed. You laid down on one side,propped up with your elbow and hand supporting your head and looked straight at the door waiting for him to come through.

After a few moments you could hear the front door open and keys jiggling. Simon closed and locked the door and he walked to the kitchen and placed the bouquet of flowers he bought down on the counter. He then walked to the designated place he always puts his gear off and removed everything. Even the mask. He noticed that all the lights were off. He thought you left or fell asleep.

Simon walked towards the bedroom and noticed a red illuminating light under the door. He was hesitant on opening it because he thought someone broke in or something. He slowly turned the doorknob and was absolutely flabbergasted.

He saw you laying on the bed with the sexiest lingerie ever. “Love what…what is this?” “You..planned this?” “You look..soo goood”. You got up from the bed and slowly walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. He couldn’t hold eye contact. He was nervous yet so fucking excited to fuck you till you scream his name. He lifted you up and held eye contact for a few seconds before saying that this was the best thing he could ask for on Valentine’s Day. He grabbed your neck and shoved you in for a rough and sloppy kiss. Your tongues were fighting for dominance as he bit your lip ending the kiss. You looked at him and saw red lipstick smeared all over his lips. You smirked at him. “Your lipstick isn’t the only thing I’m going to ruin tonight love”.

He had you in his arms and gently tossed you on the bed. You laid splayed out on the bed. He was standing at the edge of the bed just looking at you like you were a piece of meat. The red lights made him look even more sexy and intimidating. He was eye fucking you and appreciating what you had bought him. He walked towards you on the bed and made out with you some more. You looked divine with the red lights illuminating your beautiful body.

He then got off the bed and started taking his jacket and shirt off. You looked at him so innocently which turned him on even more. You could see the bulge in his pants. He wanted this. He NEEDED this. He noticed you looking at his bulge. “Eyes up here princess”. You looked up at him and he had dark eyes almost sinister like. You knew you were in big trouble just by the way he was looking at you.

He never breaks eye contact as he is working his belt and he finally frees his throbbing hard cock. It springs out and it’s big and thick. His tip creaming with precum. You gulp as you are looking straight at it. It is terribly huge. “Come here and get on your knees love”. You comply and walk on your knees to the edge of the bed looking at him in his eyes. Your doe eyes just waiting for permission to take him in so deeply like you’ve been wanting to. “Don’t look at me like that sweetheart, it makes me want to destroy you even more”.

With that he grabs your chin and tells you to open wide for him. You grab his cock and stroke it a few times up and down before taking him in. You kitty lick his tip full of precum and he starts to hiss from the slight touch of your tongue on his sensitive tip. He tastes so amazing. You flatten your tongue to take him in. You put your hands on his hip for support. You wanted to take control for once but can’t. You wanted him to absolutely fuck you to oblivion. He grabs your hair in one hand and takes his cock deep into your mouth. He grunts when his cock finally touches the back of your throat.

He starts thrusting his hips into your mouth with force as he hears you gasping and gagging from his huge cock in your mouth. He takes a look down at you and sees drool falling on your tits. With a fist of hair in his hands he pushes his cock deep into your throat and out of your mouth. You gag on his huge cock them left gasping for air as he stops throat fucking you. He looks at you with pure lust. He admires your eyes as they drip tears from his cock penetrating your throat. He sees you lick your lips in desperation for more.

He grabs your hair again and starts rutting his cock in your mouth with much more force. You try to expand your throat as he’s starting to fuck your face in a much more faster pace then before. You look up with teary eyes as you moan and see him sweating and grunting every time his cock touches the back of your throat. Your throat feels like heaven to him.

“Breathe princess…I’m-I’m almost there” “Feels so good sweetheart”. He thrusts even deeper ; your nose touching his groin. His abs tensed and he starts shaking with a loud moan he cums and fucks all his cum down your throat. He fists your hair off his dick. You lick all the cum off your lips and look up at him. He looks at you, lips all swollen and tear stained cheeks.

He looks at his hard cock and notices a ring of red lipstick at the base of his cock. He grins as he looks at you in pure desperation. He takes off his pants and boxers as you lay down on the pillows.

It’s been so long since you’ve seen him completely bare in front of you. It was a sight. His muscles looked like mountains under the red lights. Simon had a primal look in his eyes and was just ready to devour you at any moment. He walks in the bed on his knees while never breaking eye contact.

He looked to your side and he saw a pair of pink handcuffs. You had bought them the day you went shopping and bought the lingerie. They were supposed to be for him but guess he had other plans. He grabbed them and put them on you. You couldn’t resist. He was too strong. He stared at you while sitting on his heels. Just looking at you and he could see how wet you were. Your red panty stained a much dark shade of red.

He gave you a devilish smile as he saw you squirming and looking so desperate for him to just touch you already. “So needy f’me princess and we haven’t even started”. He makes out with and just tastes his cum mixed with your delicious taste. Simon then unclips the bra and sees your perky tits spring out as he removed your bra. He grabs a tit and licks and sucks on each of your nipples. You moan softly as he nibbles and sucks each nipple so softly. He then moves up and roughly sucks and leaves hickeys all over your neck and collarbone. He sucks and kisses each hickey as he goes down to your breasts. He leaves multiple hickeys around your tits. You look at his work when he goes lower to your stomach.

With his mouth he leaves beautiful trails of hickeys on your soft skin. He kisses your stomach until he gets between your thighs. He circles your clit while looking into your eyes. Your hips start to buck onto his hands and try to get any relief from the friction of his hands on your clit. He notices you squirming and can’t stop the smirk that forms on his face. He starts to remove the rest of the lingerie so that you’re 100% bare in front of him. He slowly leaves traces of hickeys down each of your thighs. His mouth is then on your cunt. He gently blows cold air into your cunt causing you to hiss from the pleasure.

He circles your clit with his hand as the other hand inserts one of his fingers inside you causing you to moan. His fingers worked like magic every time. Your fingers were practically useless and never got you to orgasm the same ever since he fucked you for the first time. His fingers were huge and could get you cum multiples times if he allowed it.

His fingers and mouth slicked of your arousal as your eyes start rolling from the pleasure. He sucked slowly on your clit as his finger fucked you at an unimaginable speed. It was too much to handle. He kept tongue flicking your clit as he inserted a second finger causing you to buck your hips. “Simon,sl-sloww downn” “ It feels soo goood”. He then curls his fingers and fucking his fingers into you even faster than before.

Sss-imon, I’m gonna cu-cummm!” “I know you can baby there you go cum f’me”. He kept fucking you with the fast pace and you came all over his fingers. His fingers slicked with with arousal and cum as he sucked his fingers clean. He put his fingers inside you again and fucked them into you again. The squelches of your arousal was a delightful sound for him. You whimpered from the overstimulation. He came up from your thighs and shoved his fingers into your mouth and then took them out. “You taste amazing love,don’t you?” You nodded as he came,sat up and lined his cock into your entrance.

“Are you ready y/n?” “ Yes Simon”. “Ready for what?” Simon said. He loved teasing you. He likes to see you beg. “You know what I mean Simon”. “ No I don’t know what you want love”. “I want you to fuck me Simon! Please I need you in me! Pl-pleasee”. “ Good girl y/n. You want me to stuff you full of my cum don’t you?” “Y-yess baby pleasee”. “Alright whatever my sweet girl wants”.

He kisses your temple before shoving his cock inside you. You gasp from the sheer size of him. You’ll never get used to his size. He’s massive and built perfectly in all places. Simon thrusts into you slowly trying to get used to his size. Once you start to moan that’s when he begins being rougher with his thrusts.

“Ah- fucking hell y/n you feel amazing love”. His thrusts began come faster and faster as the sound of skin slapping filled the room. You stared at Simon and he looked amazing under the red lights. Him pounding into you and the sound of his growl and low grunts every time he fucked his cock his into you. The sound of your sweet moans filled the room every time he hit your sweet spot over and over again.

“ Ah ah- my sweet girl, your making me feel soo go-good”. “Keep going baby I’m so cl-closee!” He stopped fucking you as you were about to cum. He stood up and made his way to his nightstand and grabbed one of his knives. He spins the knife around his fingers and thinks it’s the perfect time to carve his initials SR into your beautiful thighs. He gently reassures you and he starts carving his initials. He was so gentle you almost didn’t feel it. He waited a few seconds and there it was. The letters SR illuminated by the red lights.

He admired the way it looked on your beautiful thighs. He then flipped you over onto all fours and aligned himself to your entrance and shoved his cock inside you. He grabbed your hips roughly and admired the position he had you in. You grabbed the pillows in front of you for support.

He showed no mercy as he pounded you into the mattress. He was rough with every thrust making your ass recoil every time he pounded himself into you. Simon kept pounding you at a steady and rough pace letting out loud and low grunts. You were crying from the pleasure as you arched your back for him to fuck you better.

“Tell me who you belong to!” “Y-you Ss-imon I’m all yours!” “Just know that no one else can fuck you like I do”. “No no Simon only y-you!” “Ah-fuck,your mine Y/N!” “I’m all y-yoursss Simonnnn!” He kept ramming his cock into you with such force and he gives your ass a rough slap. It would leave a red mark but won’t show due to the red lights.

As he kept pounding into you he could finally feel his climax coming. You orgasmed before him only letting out a squeal of pleasure as you went into euphoria. His thrusts were becoming sloppier and slower and with one more thrust he came in you with a loud and gruff moan. After finishing inside you he felt so overstimulated and started whimpering inside you.

He flipped you over on your back and laid down on top of you. Your tears glistened under the lights. You were both panting chest to chests as you both came off y’alls high. Simon took the cuffs off and grabbed the knife and threw them on the floor.

He then moved aside and spooned you. He hid his face in your hair as he whispered praises into your ear and how much of a good girl you were for him. You both stayed like this for a few minutes. He got up from the bed and carried you bridal style to the shower.

You could barely stand on your own so he had you grab him for support while washed your body off. He carried you out of the shower and wrapped a towel on you while he went to go grab you some soft pjs. He changed you up and slowly behind you grabbing your hips led you back to the bedroom. He laid you down onto the bed.

He walked up and put out the candles and turned the red lights off and he replaced it with the night lights. He then laid in bed with you spooning you and saying sweet things to your ear. He kissed your temple and just replayed the moment in his head for him to remember forever. “Simon,I love you” “I love you more sweetheart”.

He was no longer lonely. He finally had someone to come home to. Not just to show how much he loves you but to show you how much he appreciates you. For waiting for him patiently. To show him how much you care about him just by being there for him. He can’t put into words how much he loves you so he would rather show you. He is grateful for you even if your not with him every day to show you but he knows no matter how far apart y’all are, he knows you’ll be patiently waiting for him because you LOVE him……

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whydontyousaeso · 1 year ago

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“Better in person”

You live as a cam girl, you always had made your money that way. But how does it end up when one of your top fans, and a pro wrestler, gets a date with you?

Warnings- SMUT!!! MINORS DNI!!!! Semi public sex, cam girl au (if that’s even needed)

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You sat down your keys and walked into your bathroom, checking the time on your phone.

3:30

That’s good, that meant that you had 2 hours to get ready. One of your top fans had won a date with you, and while you were excited, you were nervous too. You’ve never been out on a date with anyone, so this would be new to you.

You jumped in the shower, deep washing your hair and doing your entire body clean. You knew he had high expectations, any man who payed thousands of dollars to see you naked had high expectations.

His username was rh0d3y, he had told you in conversations and private video calls that he was well off money wise, so he would make sure you were taken care of on the date.

Not that you needed it, but it was always appreciated.

By the time you finished your shower and your hair, it was almost 5. You sent him a quick text, making sure he was still good for tonight.

“Hey rh0d3y, hope you still good for tonight?”

“Of course, I’ve been thinking about it all day. Which dress will you be wearing?”

“Whichever one you want, I have some different silk dresses if you want me to wear one of them.”

“If you have a blue one wear that one, if not wear red”

“I have blue, I’ll use that one then ;)”

“Great, also the reservation will be under ‘rhodes’”

You gave his last message a thumbs up and walked into your closet, pulling out the dark blue dress you had told him about. It came down to your mid thigh when you sat down, and was a sleeveless top along with it. It wasn’t one you could wear a bra with, due to the spaghetti straps, but it wasn’t like you planned to need it anyways.

You threw on your matching underwear, a dark blue lace pair, and slipped into the dress, looking at yourself in the mirror. You debated sending a picture to him, but decided against it. You slipped your heels on and touched up your makeup, slipping a lip gloss into your purse. It was time to go, damn you were nervous.

when you got to the restaurant you were able to skip the line of people waiting and go straight to the front desk. “Hi, do you have a reservation?” The lady at the front asked, “I don’t, but my date does, it’ll be under Rhodes?” The girl tapped the screen and smiled, “of course! Follow me, he’s in one of our private rooms.”

Private rooms? You weren’t aware that they existed in the restaurant. As she lead you back a tightness started in your stomach, you couldn’t tell if it was excitement, nervousness, or just straight up lust. You hadn’t really seen him before, so for all you know it could be a 70 year old man waiting for you.

You were quickly proven wrong though. As soon as she opened the door you were greeted by a young man smoking a cigar. You saw his eyes light up as he stood up quickly. “Here you go ma’am, just let us know when you’re ready to order.” You smiled and nodded as she walked away, making your way in the room.

“Rhodes?” You asked the tall blond, “you don’t have to call me that, feel free to call me Cody dear.” The tightness in your stomach worsened, it was obvious what it was now. You nodded once more, sitting down across from him. You watched the way he moved, the way his blue suit hugged every muscle of his. It was almost unfair that he had hid this amazing body from you.

“So what do you do for a living Cody?” You asked, taking a sip from the water they had set out. “I’m a professional wrestler, like for wwe.”

“Oh really? You’re gonna have to take me to one of your shows, I’m interested now.” He smiled, looking at your outfit, only then did you realize that you were matching colors. “The dress looks amazing on you, blue really suits you” you saw his eyes darken as he looked you over.

“I’m sure it looks better up close, if you want to see.” You slid out of the booth, walking over to his side. Almost instinctively he turned towards you, opening his lap for you to sit on. You straddled one of his legs, placing your hands on his broad shoulders. One of his hands went to your waist while the other went to your thigh, squeezing both lightly.

“You look better in person than you do on camera.” He mumbled, leaning up to press his lips against yours. You moved on of your hands to his cheek, deepening the kiss and pulling his face towards yours. You felt his hands go to your ass, grabbing hard. You arched your back and moaned, pressing your breast up against his chest. He pulled away momentarily, dragging your straps down your arms, slowly exposing your tits. “I don’t even know where to start…”

“Well what are your options?”

“Fucking you dumb right now or going slow and taking my time with your body.”

“I think I know which one you want.”

He laughed, turning both of you around and laying you down on the booth. You moaned softly as the cold leather hit your bare back. You watched as Cody started taking off his jacket, but you grabbed his arm. “Don’t take it off, leave it on.”

He smirked and leaned back down, rubbing his hand up your thigh, higher and higher. “Mmm, Cody please”

“Shhhh it’s okay, I’m getting there baby girl trust me.”

You felt his hand remove from your thighs and whined. “Hey hey calm down baby girl, I’m about to give you what you want I promise.” He mumbled against your lips as you felt him undo his belt buckle, it didn’t take but a second for you to feel his dick on your clothed cunt.

“You ready darling?” He asked, moving your underwear to the side. You simply nodded and bit your lip, sure you had sex before, but nothing like this. You knew it was going to be good the moment he grabbed your waist.

He slammed into you, both of you letting out deep groans and loud moans. “God, are you always this tight?” You bit your lip and shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut as he slammed his hips into yours.

He gripped your thigh, pulling it higher up to go deeper. You were seeing stars just with him thrusting, you could only imagine what the climax was going to feel like. Not that you were going to have to wait long, he knew what he was doing.

You were lucky enough to snap out of the self pleasure mindset that you were in and snap back to reality, opening your eyes to see Cody hunched over you, mumbling dirty words and phrases in your ear. You reached around his broad figure and dug your nails into his back, hearing him chuckle.

“Is this better then any of the little toys I see you use to play with yourself? I bet it is, isn’t it?”

You could only let out little gasps for air, leaving red marks behind on his back. Your mind was foggy, and your eyes were starting to tear up. You’ve never had an orgasm that made you pass out, but today might actually be the day.

“I hope you don’t mind me cumming quick baby, if you got me on a good day we would keep this going for hours.” He grunted as he sat up to look at you.

“Just cum, please” that was all you could mumble through your hazy mind and teary eyes. You felt the tightness in your stomach become unbearable, something that had never happened before. You closed your eyes and let it snap, releasing all your fluids that had built up, causing you to scream from the extreme pleasure.

You couldn’t hear his mutterings, or see the way he bit his lip and slammed into you deeper then ever, releasing his own spurts into you. It took you everything to stay awake, you were exhausted. As both of you panted and tried to catch your breath you heard a chuckle from him.

“So would you like to start off with an appetizer darling?”

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The hotel room was dark, illuminated only by the flickering neon sign outside the window that cast a red glow over the plush white sheets. You sat on the edge of the massive king-sized bed, your wedding dress pooling around you like a storm cloud. The silk of it, the lace, everything suddenly felt too heavy, suffocating. The diamond ring on your finger had begun to feel like a shackle rather than a symbol of love.

The night that was supposed to be perfect had turned into a nightmare.

You stared at your reflection in the vanity mirror, makeup still perfect despite the tears that had threatened to spill since you found out. You could still see him in your mind, the way he had looked at her. Your husband—well, ex-husband if you had anything to say about it—pressed up against one of the bridesmaids. Her lipstick smeared, his hands roaming, and the worst part was the casualness of it all. Like it was just another thing for him, a natural, everyday occurrence.

How stupid you felt now. All those years, all those plans, all for nothing. You had made a bad choice, the wrong choice, like you always did. But this? This was supposed to be different.

There was a knock on the door, and you jumped, your heart pounding in your chest. Your first thought was that it was him, coming to explain, to apologize. To tell you how sorry he was and how it meant nothing. And maybe, just maybe, you’d forgive him, because that’s what you did. You forgave.

But when you opened the door, it wasn’t him standing there. It was Blue.

“Hey, you okay?” Blue asked, his voice low, almost too soft for a man like him. He was still in his suit from the wedding, the tie loosened, his dark hair slightly tousled. The image of perfection, like he had stepped out of a glossy magazine, not a man whose hands were covered in invisible blood.

“Blue, what are you doing here?” you asked, blinking at him in surprise.

He shrugged, leaning against the doorframe. “I could ask you the same thing. Shouldn’t you be off on some tropical island right about now, sipping cocktails and basking in wedded bliss?” His voice held a note of sarcasm, but there was genuine concern in his eyes.

You looked away, the tears threatening to spill over now. “I don’t think there’s going to be any wedded bliss, Blue,” you said, your voice cracking. “He… he was with someone else. One of the bridesmaids. I found them together.”

Blue’s expression darkened, his jaw clenching. “Bastard,” he muttered under his breath, his hand curling into a fist. “He doesn’t deserve you.”

A bitter laugh escaped your lips. “Yeah, well, I guess I don’t deserve much better if I couldn’t see this coming. I mean, what kind of idiot am I, right?”

Blue stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. “You’re not an idiot, Y/N. You’re just… too trusting. Too good for him, that’s all.” He reached out, gently lifting your chin so you had to look at him. “He’s a fool, and you deserve better. You know that, right?”

You nodded, but the doubt was still there, like a poison in your veins. “Maybe. But what am I supposed to do now, Blue? I married him. I thought we’d be together forever.”

Blue smirked, his hand sliding down your arm. “Forever’s a long time, sweetheart. And he doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who can stick to one thing for too long.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his touch, his words sending a wave of confusion through you. Blue was your husband’s brother, the black sheep of the family, the one everyone warned you about. But he was here, and your husband wasn’t. He was the one who had come to check on you, to see if you were okay.

“Why are you here, Blue?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper. “Why do you care?”

Blue’s eyes softened, something unreadable flickering in their depths. “Maybe I care more than you think,” he said softly. “Maybe I’ve always cared.” He reached up, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your skin. “Maybe I’m the one who’s always been there, waiting for you to see me.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, the weight of his words settling over you. This was a mistake, a bad choice. You knew that. But his touch, his presence, was a comfort in the storm of your emotions, a lifeline in the darkness.

“Blue, I don’t know if—”

“Shh,” he murmured, stepping closer, his body heat warming you in the chilly room. “Just for tonight, let me take care of you. Let me make you forget.”

Before you could say another word, his lips were on yours, soft but insistent, his hands cradling your face as if you were something precious. For a moment, you were too shocked to respond, but then the warmth of his kiss spread through you, chasing away the cold fear, the doubt. You kissed him back, your hands clutching at the lapels of his suit, needing something to hold onto.

The kiss deepened, his tongue slipping past your lips, exploring, tasting. He tasted like whiskey and something darker, something dangerous. His hands slid down your body, his touch setting your skin on fire even through the layers of your wedding dress.

He pulled back just enough to speak, his forehead resting against yours. “Tell me to stop,” he said, his voice rough. “Tell me to walk away, and I will.”

You looked into his eyes, seeing the honesty there, the raw emotion. “Don’t,” you whispered, your fingers threading through his hair. “Don’t stop.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. His hands found the zipper of your dress, slowly pulling it down, the fabric sliding off your shoulders, pooling at your feet. You stood before him, vulnerable and exposed, but for the first time all night, you didn’t feel alone.

Blue’s eyes raked over you, darkening with desire. “You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “God, Y/N, you have no idea what you do to me.”

He kissed you again, more urgently this time, his hands roaming over your body, finding every sensitive spot, every place that made you gasp. You let yourself get lost in him, in the way he made you feel.

He guided you back to the bed, his lips never leaving yours, until you were lying beneath him, his body pressing you into the soft mattress. You tugged at his suit jacket, needing to feel his skin against yours, and he obliged, shrugging it off, his shirt soon following. His skin was warm, the muscles of his chest hard under your fingertips.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his eyes searching yours.

You nodded, your breath coming in short gasps. “Yes. Please, Blue.”

He smiled, a real smile, and for a moment you wondered why you had never seen it before. How you had missed the way his eyes crinkled at the corners, the way his whole face seemed to light up.

Then he was kissing you again, his hands moving to the waistband of his pants, unbuttoning, unzipping, until he was as bare as you were. He positioned himself above you, his eyes locked on yours, and when he entered you, it was like everything else fell away. The pain, the betrayal, the doubt—it all disappeared, replaced by the feeling of him inside you, his body moving with yours, filling the emptiness you hadn’t even realized was there.

Your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as he moved faster, harder. His name was on your lips, a prayer, a plea, and he answered with every thrust, his own moans mingling with yours. The pleasure built, rising higher and higher, until it was all you could feel, all you could think about.

And then you were falling, the release crashing over you like a wave, pulling you under. Blue followed, his own release coming with a shudder, his body collapsing on top of yours, his breath hot against your neck.

You lay there for a long time, the only sound the beating of your hearts, the slow return of your breathing. Finally, Blue lifted his head, his eyes searching yours. “Are you okay?” he asked softly.

You nodded, a smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah. I’m okay. More than okay.”

He smiled back, brushing a kiss against your forehead. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere, Y/N. Not now, not ever.”

You closed your eyes, letting the warmth of his words wash over you. Maybe this was a mistake, maybe it was the wrong choice. But for now, it felt right. And that was enough.

For the first time in a long time, you felt like maybe, just maybe, everything was going to be okay.

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a golden light over the room. You woke up to the sound of soft breathing beside you, the feel of Blue’s arm draped over your waist. You turned your head to look at him, his face relaxed in sleep, the worry lines smoothed away.

You smiled, your fingers brushing through his hair. Maybe you had made a bad choice, like you always did, but sometimes bad choices had a way of turning out okay. You weren’t naive enough to think that what happened last night was the start of some fairy tale. You knew Blue’s reputation, his flaws. He wasn’t a hero; he wasn’t going to magically fix everything that was broken inside you. But he had been there when you needed someone, and right now, that was enough.

Blue stirred beside you, his eyes slowly opening. For a moment, he looked disoriented, his gaze darting around the room before it settled on you. Then a slow smile spread across his face, and he tightened his arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

“Morning,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep. “How’d you sleep?”

“Better than I have in a long time,” you admitted. “You?”

He chuckled softly. “About the same. Guess we were both overdue for a good night.”

You nodded, resting your head against his chest. His heartbeat was steady, comforting. “What now?” you asked quietly. “What happens next?”

Blue sighed, his hand trailing up and down your back. “I don’t know,” he said honestly. “I guess that’s up to you. I know last night was… intense. I don’t want you to feel like you owe me anything because of it. If you want me to leave, I’ll go.”

You frowned, looking up at him. “Do you want to go?”

“No,” he said immediately, his eyes serious. “No, I don’t. But I also don’t want you to feel trapped, like you don’t have a choice. I’m not him. I’m not going to make you stay if you don’t want to.”

His words made your heart ache, but in a good way. It had been so long since someone cared about what you wanted, what you needed. You reached up, cupping his face in your hands. “I don’t want you to go, Blue. I want you to stay. At least for now. Can we just… take it one day at a time?”

He nodded, his eyes softening. “Yeah, we can do that. One day at a time.”

You smiled, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. It was soft, gentle, a promise more than a demand. “Thank you,” you whispered. “For last night. For being here.”

Blue’s fingers brushed your cheek, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. “I’ll always be here for you, (Y/N). You know that, right? No matter what happens, I’ve got your back.”

You nodded, a lump forming in your throat. “Yeah, I know. And I’ve got yours.”

He kissed you again, his mouth lingering on yours, and for a moment, everything else faded away. The past, the future, none of it mattered. There was only this, only now.

After a while, Blue pulled back, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “So, what do you say we ditch this place? Find somewhere with less neon and fewer reminders of last night?”

You laughed, the sound bubbling up from somewhere deep inside you. “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Let’s get out of here.”

Blue grinned, rolling out of bed and grabbing his clothes from the floor. You watched him dress, the way his muscles moved under his skin, the way his eyes never left yours. He looked different in the daylight, less like the dangerous man everyone warned you about and more like the man who had held you through the night.

You stood, reaching for the robe on the chair, wrapping it around yourself. “Blue?” you said softly, catching his attention.

“Yeah?” he asked, turning to face you.

You hesitated for a moment, then smiled. “I’m glad it was you.”

He stared at you for a long moment, something soft and vulnerable flickering in his eyes. Then he crossed the room in two quick strides, pulling you into his arms. “Me too,” he whispered against your hair. “Me too.”

You held onto him, feeling the steady beat of his heart against yours. For the first time since you had put on that wedding dress, you felt like you could breathe again. Maybe it wasn’t the happy ending you had planned, but it was a new beginning. And sometimes, that was all you really needed.

Together, you left the hotel room, leaving the past behind you. As you stepped out into the sunlight, Blue’s hand found yours, his fingers intertwining with yours. You squeezed his hand, and he squeezed back, a silent promise that no matter what came next, you would face it together.

And maybe, just maybe, this time you had made the right choice.

#blue jones #blue jones x reader #sucher punch #oscar isaac #oscar isaac character #oscar isaac characters

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winniethewife · 1 year ago

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Kinktober day 7

Day Seven: Stripping (Steve Rogers x reader)

Warnings: smut under the cut, nsfw, 18+, FemBodied, stripping, grinding. fluffy

Minors DNI

Words: 642

Steve Rogers was probably the most vanilla man she had ever been with. Nothing wrong with that, and it didn’t make her love him any less, but, it made it difficult to figure out how to make their time in the bedroom more interesting. It wasn’t until she made a snide comment about it to Bucky that she found out about his love for burlesque. So for their anniversary she went all out, she had scoured the internet for information on “the art of the strip tease.” She bought the vintage styled undergarments, spent the time mastering the makeup and hair. She was going to give him the night of his life.

“That was amazing Darling. Remind me to thank Tony for the recommendation on the restaurant when we see him and Pepper on Sunday.” Steve says as they walk into their Brooklyn apartment.

“I’m sure that will stroke his ego immensely,” She laughs.

“Well, yeah but what doesn’t exactly?”

“Fair.”

As they walk into the living room, she hits the button on the remote and music started to play. Steve smiles and takes her in to his arms as they sway to the music. She rest her head on his chest as they dance around the living room eventually leading him to the couch. She takes a step away from him and smiles sweetly.

“I have a surprise for you” she says with a gleeful grin.

“Oh?” He looks at her curiously, looking at her attire, the dress with the buttons all the way down, the victory rolls in her hair, the classic red lip. She looks like she just stepped out of a 1940’s femme fatal movie. He love it when she dresses like this, bringing him back to a simpler time. She turns the song to a familiar favorite, as the trumpets begin to play, she starts to unbutton the dress, slowly and sensually. His cheeks flush as he realizes what’s happening.

“Oh!” He looks at her mildly stunned as she continues to disrobe, reveling the black vintage styled undergarments. She had really gone all the way for this. He felt his bulge harden as he watched her.

Never thought that you would be, Standing here so close to me, there’s so much I feel that I should say, but words can wait until some other day…

As the lyrics began she starts to move her hips to the beat of the music her hands finally undoing the dress and sliding it down her shoulders as it puddles at her feet on the floor. The black lace and silk look divine on her. Her eyelids half closed in a seductive manner as she straddles his lap. His face a bright red as she does so. She leans in as she reaches behind her unclasping her bra.

“Happy anniversary baby.” She whispers into his ear as the bra joins the dress, his hands go to her breasts holding them gently, his rough hands on her succulent skin. She lets out a soft moan. His hands glide over her curves as she grinds into his hardened bulge.

“Dear god you’re perfect.” He moans as he touches her his eye filled with love and lust. She kisses him softly, lips pressed together as the song continues in the background. Her tongue slides over his bottom lip asking for entrance and he obliges. As their tongues dance together he holds her hips pushing her in rhythm to her movements bringing her down harder on the his crotch groaning slightly in pleasure. As they break the kiss they look into each other’s eyes, breathless.

“Bedroom?” She asks “Bedroom” he confirms as he lifts her. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he carries her into the bedroom, planning to thank her for his surprise in as many ways as he can come up with.

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#the avengers #marvel #mcu #marvel smut #captain america #Captain América x reader #steve rogers #steve rodgers x reader #kinktober #fawktober2023 #Spotify

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legacyshenanigans · 2 years ago

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Marvolo x MC AU

In school together part 6. (The fluff series🤣)

(all others are in pinned)

Marvolo waited for her outside of the great hall. He leant back against a wall, looking over at nothing in particular, when he felt a poke in his arm. He turned with a confused look on his face before his eyes widened slightly, expecting MC to turn up in some cute little frilly number to match her personality. When his gaze was on her, she was the complete opposite, wearing a tight fitting long, black, lace, and silk gown, with elegant makeup to match.

MC: *sweet grin* Hi!

Marvolo: *staring for a moment*

MC: ...Marvolo?

Marvolo: *clears throat* Hello...Wow.

MC: *giggles* What?

Marvolo: You..Erm..*sigh*..You look, different.

MC: Do you like it? *wide grin*

Marvolo: *small smile* ....Yes...Come along then.

Marvolo went to walk into the hall, when MC made a loud "Ahem!?" He turned seeing her twisted little face.

Marvolo: What's wrong? *confused look*

MC: ....*narrows her eyes*

Marvolo: Oh!..Of course.

He held out his arm for her to link with, she happily took it and giggled again.

MC: You're so silly, Marvolo.

Marvolo: Heh..I don't..DO this kinda stuff alot..

They walked into the hall together, linking arms, and definitely turned some heads as they made their way across the room, to sit and continue their conversation. Marvolo noticed people were staring, it was rare to see him at school events, he and couldn't help but smirk to himself slightly.

MC: What do you mean? Have a girl on your arm?

Marvolo: *cheeky grin* Girls have tried...I've never been interested.

MC: *gasps playfully* Oh so I should feel REALLY special? *giggles*

Marvolo: I suppose *small chuckle* as I said, you intrigue me..

Marvolo was surprised how good of a night he had with her. She was goofy and odd, but there was something he found so endearing about it, which was a shock to him, she even managed to get him up for a dance. She put a hand on his shoulder as the music played, he had a hand on her waist, and her other hand in his. He looked down at her, a slightly sultry expression on his face and the smallest of smirks, she couldn't help but blush. When the music finished, he gave her a bow, which made her giggle.

Marvolo: *narrows his eyes* Do you wanna get out of here? I wanna show you something.

MC: *sweet smile sure*

They walked together, through the castle, he didn't say much, MC was starting to realise he wasn't much of a talker, but she really liked being in his company regardless, she took his hand and grinned, Marvolo looked down at her holding his hand, and gave her a slight confused look before he smiled. He took her to the dark arts tower and over to the corner near the stairs under the DADA classroom. He smirked as he activated the door to a secret area.

Marvolo: Go on *gestures with a hand movement*

MC stepped in, and the two of wandered into the undercroft, she looked around at the big open space.

MC: What is this place?

Marvolo: My family call it the undercroft..Only the Gaunts know about it, I use it as a place to practice spells *small smile* I've never shown anyone this place..Not even my friend's..

MC smiled at him as she looked around some more, walking over to a pillar and stroking her hand down it.

MC: Why show me?

Marvolo wandered over to the other side of the pillar, leaning a hand on it, standing closely to MC.

Marvolo: Honestly?...I dont know..But it's away from prying eyes, at least.

MC: *giggles* Oh? And why would we need to be away from prying eyes?

Marvolo smirked and reached out a hand, tucking her hair behind her ear.

Marvolo: Because I wanted to finish what nearly happened in the forest..

MC blushed once more, as he leaned down slowly closing his eye's, she let her eyes flutter closed, he hovered close to her mouth for a moment, and then their lips touched for the first time, he was tender, he placed a hand on her cheek, deepening the kiss slightly, after what felt like an eternity he pulled away, and gave her a half smile with half closed eyes. MC felt like her face must have been bright red as she looked up at him.

MC: I...That was...

Marvolo: *whispers* Nice, I hope?

MC: *coy smile* Definitely nice~

#the gaunts hc #the gaunt family #marvolo gaunt hc #marvolo gaunt #marvolo gaunt headcanon

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amalia-uwu · 1 year ago

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Good Time

I don't own Undertale. The rights go to the respective owners!

Undertale by Toby Fox

Photo by Artem Podrez from Pexels:

A gift oneshot for fudgelling-away @fudgelling-away 💚

More under the cut.

Warnings ⚠️: explicit, suggestive, light feather play, smut, not safe for work, mature, sexual themes, ecto-genetalia, soul sex(?).

Oh man, what have I written?

Sorry, I'm not good at writing smut... I tried.. I hope you enjoy this abomination of a smut.

💚

💛

💙

Sans was laying on bed wearing nothing but his shorts.

You were on the bathroom preparing yourself.

You brushed, fixed your hair, you added a body lotion that had a floral fragrance all over your body.

You fixed your makeup.

Cyan and yellow eyeshadow decorated your beautiful eyes. It wasn't very vivid just the right shade.

The eyeshadow matched Sans's magic.

You added máscara and eyeliner, highlighting your eyelashes and the shape of your eye.

You gently pressed the red lipstick on your fleshy lips, highlighting the shape, you rubbed your lips together.

When you were finished; you looked at yourself and smiled. You fixed your stuff, turned off the light and walked towards the bedroom.

You were wearing a viridian silk robe with lace.

You stood on the door, one hand on the the door's beam and the other on your hips.

You had your one leg bent in a seducing way showing your beautiful thigh and calf that was wrapped in a sexy forest green sock.

He turned his attention to you and smirked as he checked you from head to toe. He whistled at how hot you were.

You walked closer, a smug expression on your face. You teasingly untied the knot of your robe. You moved your hips left and right in a seducing way. You sat close to him.

He leaned closer and caressed your face, neck, shoulders; he carefully removed the robe and let it slide of your shoulders. His cyan eyelights fell on your beautiful dark green/viridian lingerie.

His smirk remained. "wow" he whispered and you smiled. His voiced sounded hot sending electricity in every neuron of your body.

As he saw your body, he shuddered

"what body is this my sweetheart? Such a beautiful body and It's all mine".. He whispered close to your ear.

He began kissing your neck coming down the collarbone, he nuzzled you and rubbed his face on you.

Your scent drove him crazy. You raised your face a little higher to give him easier access.

He gently embraced you and laid you down. He caressed your thorax and then focused on your breast.

He unbuttoned your bra.

"So soft, so beautiful! Best pillows" he massaged your breasts. He leaned down and slowly licked your nipples.

His ecto tongue was soft in touch. It didn't hurt. It was pleasant. Like a bunny licking you, like the most finest fabric caressing you.

He began kissing lower and lower.

He unbuttoned the end of the underwear.

He stood there looking, his grin grew larger. He raised his eyebrows and whistled.

His tongue began licking you and exploring your entrance.

You squirmed in the bedsheets. It felt good. You held his head closer as he began licking.

Later, he used a finger and gently teased your clit.

He then gave you soft kisses from the bottom up.

Your belly, your sternum, your breasts, chest, collarbone, neck.

He caressed your genetalia. He smirked at the wetness.

You held his hips, your hand caressing his ribs, vertebrae, hips, femurs. You slowly slide his shorts down.

He took a good position, his pubic area rubbing on your genetalia.

You held and caressed his hips as he aimed.

He gently pressed the tip of his ecto dick in your opening. He started slowly.

You moaned and screamed in pleasure. He began thrusting slowly but soon took rhythm and he thrusted harder and harder.

He caressed/lightly squeezed your boobs at the same time.

He summoned your soul. He didn't cum yet, he waited for you to cum first.

He took your soul, he carefully held in in his phalanges.

The green light illuminated the room, a soft green light.

Sans smiled he gently caressed your soul.

"Such beautiful soul" You gripped the bedsheets. You moaned in pure bliss.

Sans kept thrusting hitting your g- spot.

You moaned "Ah~Sa-ah~ns..harder!"

You didn't have to tell him twice he thrusted harder and harder telling you how much he loves you, your body, your soul and you!

How beautiful and precious you are!

He carefully caressed your soul, kissed it and teased it with his finger.

"Cum for me baby!" you cummed first and then him.

Sans laid on top of you. His hot breath on your neck.

You carefully hugged him. He laid next to you, taking a rest.

You were in pure pleasure.

You took a rest for some minutes...

Your makeup and lipstick held strong.

You carefully turned, now it was your turn to satisfy him.

You carefully caressed his bones. You started with the ribs, caressing each rib slowly, soft finger on his sweating body.

He closed his eye humming slowly.

He started purring. He closed his eyes softly, enjoying the touch. You caressed the inside of his ribs. His purring intensified.

You began giving soft kisses.

You kissed his cheekbone, mandible, neck, ribs, sternum.

You leaned down and whispered in his ear "turn around~ baby~" he nodded.

He had some difficulty turning due to how relaxed he was, so you gave him a helping hand.

He was face down now. His back and spine exposed. You silently shuffled and took a feather you had on the nightstand drawer.

He was being desperate. He was begging you to go on. He moved his hips up and down.

You carefully caressed his spine "Ssshhh~ I'm here, relax~" you whispered softly.

He clenched the bedsheets, he was sweating and breathing erratically.

You caressed his spine with your thumb carefully from the base of his skull all the way down to the coccyx.

He gasped.

You then took the feather and gently brushed it over his spine. He buried his face deeper in the pillow, his ecto tongue rolled out panting.

His face a deep blue hue. Eyes half open.

His bones were too warm, you could feel the heat he was radiating.

You caressed his scapulae, ribs slowly. Eventually you reached his sacrum and coccyx.

He raised his head from the pillow screaming in pleasure. "YES! RIGHT THERE!" He fell down again panting and clenching the bedsheets.

You teased and played with every hole in the coccyx area.

He couldn't even form understandable words. He was mumbling gibberish, but you could tell he loved it.

When you stopped, fearing it was too much he assured you that he wanted you to continue by moving his hips and whining in despair.

Well, okay then. So be it.

You kept teasing this part. You enjoyed so much how he squirmed beneath you.

His bones were getting warmer with every passing second, the magic throughout his bones and joints shone vivider, darker.

Such a beautiful sight.

He moaned and whined raising his hips towards you. Why did you stop? Can't you see the man is dying here?!

You smiled that's how you liked it.

You continued by rubbing the coccyx gently, up and down. You kissed it and teased him with your tongue. His muffled moans were music to your ears.

You turned him around again. You gently touched his sternum and you summoned his soul.

You carefully took it in your hands. So beautiful, a soft cyan and yellowish color. It floated gently above your hands. You looked in awe.

You gave soft kisses all over the surface.

His blue tongue was out, his eyes shut. He only opened dimly showing that his eyelights had turned into hearts.

He grabbed your hips pushing you closer. He gently touched, caressed, squeezed and smack your ass.

After you were done kissing his soul, you licked it, down to up.

You gently licked and sucked the top.

His moaning was getting louder. You felt his boner hardening on your pussy. His bones rattling.

Hm.

You gently rubbed it in your fingers playing with his soul. Soft circular motions, up and down motions.

Then without warning you thrusted a finger.

His back arched his mouth opened in a silent scream. His breathing erratic. Blue drool cascaded freely down his mandible.

You continued making circular motions with your finger while carefully sitting on his ecto dick. You bounced up and down.

He begged you to cum. "baby~ please..i need to cum~"

"Not yet~ patience is a virtue~" You informed.

You bounced while holding his soul close to your lips kissing it softly.

He was sweating and his breathing erratically more than before.

You stopped bouncing and fingered his soul.

He screamed. It was loud and sudden you didn't even know his voice could reach that frequency.

You managed to bounce and finger his soul at the same time. At this point he was seeing lights and he was close to pass out

He begged you again to cum sounding even more desperate than before.

This time you showed mercy and shouted "Cum for me sweetheart!!"

He unleashed it. All of it. You felt it; it was a lot. Some of dripping on your legs. You cummed too.

His body arched upwards and fell limp on the bed screaming how much he love you.

You gently rubbed his soul again as his bones shuddered from the orgasm's aftershock.

He opened his eyes blinking the lights away.

You gently put his soul back to his chest.

You gently caressed his face.

His breathing still uneven.

You leaned closer and kissed his teeth. He moaned.

You stopped, till on top and you just admired your work.

He was a total mess; his bones shuddering, twitching, sweaty bones, uneven breathing. He was getting close to pass out.

You gently laid on top of him. He lifted his hand with great strain to hug you.

It took some time for his breathing to return to normal. came off him but laid close. Slowly his breathing became even.

You gently laid next to him, still close but he shuddered. You took the bedsheet and covered him, kissing his cheekbone softly.

"You did well sweetheart! " you kept kissing his cheekbones and collarbone, leaving traces of your lipstick.

He smiled at that "you too starlight.." his voice soft, low. His eyes was slowly closing.

"Thank you for the good time" you whispered. You were met with soft snores. You chuckled and put your cheek on his shoulder. You hugged him closer.

You closed your eyes and fall asleep with a big genuine smile.

The end 😘

Thank you for reading! 💙

#smut #undertail #sans #sans x reader #sans x y/n #sans x female reader #sans x you #suggestive #very suggestive #for fudgelling-away #gift fic #Amalia writes #Αμαλία γράφει #Αμαλία writes #undertale smut #undertale sans x reader smut

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