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PRIMAL

Alpha!Simon Riley x Reader

Summary: His skin was scarred, mapping his dangerous past, displaying his masculine strength. A true Alpha. His hair, dirty blonde, was wild, stray strands dipping into his molten gaze.

Warnings – Language. Smut. NSFW. Alpha theme. Hints at Werewolf!Simon

A/N: A very late kinktober fic, hope you all enjoy 👻😈🐺 apologies for missing in action lately xoxo

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Maybe it was the sunset.

Maybe it was the impending rain.

You didn’t know what it was, but there was something different. Something electric. The dying light bled down through the trees across the face of a man that you thought you knew. There was something in that filtered light of early evening that made him even more desirable. A way that urged you to act on those fantasies that you had kept hidden in your secret heart.

You could smell the coming rain on the wind as it drifted lazily through the maze of trees and brush, the smell of summer. Maybe spring was known as the time for lovers, but the summer had always done it for you. Hot and moist, at times; pungent. Like the light scent of his sweat that teased your nose.

Simon exerted a kind of benevolent control over you. He had since the day you had met him, standing against a tree and watching you walk along the worn path beside the creek that led through the deep, dark woods. You’d asked his name many times, but he would never tell you, and he never asked for yours. How many weeks had you been walking with your new friend? Three? Four? And yet you still didn’t know what to call him.

This day had been different from the start. For one thing, the way he was dressed. He was leaning against his tree, as always, but gone was the rugged flannel shirt and heavy boots. He stood there nonchalantly in nothing but his faded black jeans. His feet were bare against the floor of the forest and his broad, triangular shaped torso disappeared into the narrow band of his pants. For the first time you were being given the opportunity to take in the sight of the muscles that had teased your waking dreams for the last few weeks. You were tortured with wonder at the thoughts of what was under his tight shirts, the muscle apparent, but modestly covered.

You liked what you saw. He was well built, rippling muscle tense and solid. His skin was scarred, mapping his dangerous past, displaying his masculine strength. A true Alpha. His hair, dirty blonde, was wild, stray strands dipping into his molten gaze.

“Can I walk with you?”, he asked. He always asked the same question, never presuming. You smiled when you said yes. Could this handsome man really be so naïve as not to realise that the only reason you walked in the woods everyday was to see him?

Your hair was tucked deftly away from your face, underneath the hood of your red sweatshirt. The red of the shirt was the only splash of colour to stand out amid the lush greens and earthy browns of the woods. You wore cut off denim shorts and trainers below the red sweatshirt, enjoying the silk of air as it brushed your bare skin. The flapping tails of your white cotton blouse fluttered in the breeze where they hung from under the sweatshirt.

You both walked along the edge of the creek together for some time, watching as the sun began its descent in the western sky and the rain clouds began to gather darkly in a line to the east. The scent of copper came on the wind as the smell of the distant rain blew through the forest. The leaves turned their white undersides skyward with the updraft of the wind.

And that was when you came to the full realisation that you wanted this man. Right now. This quiet, unassuming man who walked and spoke with you for hours, never needing anything from you in return. That he didn’t seem to need you, made you want him more. Simon wasn’t aloof; he was just comfortable, confident. The smoothness of his walk and the grace with which he moved belied a sense of pure unselfconsciousness. The Man in the Woods was truly at home in his skin. At home in the forest.

Simon looked you in the eye and knew what was on your mind immediately. You looked away nervously, wondering how much truth he had seen in your face. You had nearly been lost in his frosted steel gaze. Lupine eyes.

“I want you—I’ve always wanted you”, he said matter-of-factly, “Will you have me?”.

“What?”, you asked, incredulously. You knew you heard him, but his words had stunned you momentarily.

“What did you say?”.

He stepped closer to you and you involuntarily backed away from him. When your back came into contact with the trunk of a large oak tree you abandoned your thoughts of flight. Where would you run anyway? Did you even want to run? The unexpected nature of his advance caught you off guard. It wasn’t how you were used to being approached by men. It wasn’t a corny line in a city bar. It was an honest, up front statement and a serious question, spoken with a purity of mind and an innocence that was out of place in such a lustful proposition.

“I said, I want you. Was that clearer for you?”.

You didn’t move, the stability of the huge tree at your back helped to hold you up on wobbling knees. You didn’t speak, your lips merely trembled.

He leaned against the tree, an arm on either side of your head, as he leaned slowly down, putting his face level with yours. His scent surrounded you, drowning you in an overwhelming lust. Simon whispered again, “Will you have me?”.

You lowered your glimmering eyes and reached your hands out, taking his hips and guiding him against your body.

You felt Simon’s muscled chest pressing against yours, forcing your shoulders back against the curve of the tree trunk, making your breasts stand out, high and proud. He took the zipper to your red sweatshirt and brought it down slowly, in one fluid motion, sweeping it from your shoulders. He stripped you of the sweatshirt and discarded it at your feet. Your nipples pebbled under your flimsy blouse, poking out under the white cotton.

His hand snaked up your body from thigh to breast, his fingers capturing your nipple, rolling it, pinching it. You mewled softly, turning your head and closing your eyes, taking in every sensation.

He leaned in and you tilted your head to receive his kiss, your mouth slightly open, lower lip still trembling. You felt the familiar hot, wet sensation in the juncture of your thighs, but rarely this heated or this soaked. Your pussy pulsed along with your pounding heart and you began to subtly thrust your hips forward, grinding your mound into the hard bulge in his pants.

Just short of completing the kiss, he stopped, extending his tongue slowly and softly, tracing it delicately along the edge of your lips. Feather soft and deliberate, his tongue stretched out and licked your full lips. Your tongue waited impatiently, desperately wanting to reach out and welcome Simon into your mouth, but you held back. The longing was exquisite torture and you were about to burst when he finally crushed your lips to his.

Too soon he broke the passionate kiss, pulling away from you with a quick, soft bite to your lower lip, tugging it gently with his sharp teeth. Had they always been that sharp? Your mind was hazy with pleasure. With one hand he pulled your hair, maybe a bit too roughly, but you had no complaint. With the other hand he began working the button and zipper of your denim shorts, expertly opening the front of your pants to his exploring fingers. Your soft cotton panties were pink and offered no resistance as his hand dove beneath the thin elastic waistband, to your boiling centre.

Simon’s thick fingers nudged and teased your engorged clit, stroking it softly. He nibbled at your neck, drawing your skin into his mouth and brushing it lightly with his tongue. The pressure of his teeth and the softness of his tongue combined to drive you over the edge.

Buttons be damned, you thought, ripping open your blouse, exposing your firm, peaked breasts. Your own hands found their way to his head, entwining fingers in his silken hair and urging his head down to your breasts. Simon happily complied, moving down and sucking one pert nipple into his mouth. As you moaned from the new sensation at your breast, he slipped a finger tentatively inside of you, eliciting an even stronger moan.

As with your lip, he bit softly on your nipple and tugged, slowly rolling his tongue over the puckered skin surrounding it. He pulled you away from the tree, just far enough to slip the white cotton blouse completely from your body, and then he pushed the bare skin of your back against the rough bark, as he moved to your other nipple. You squeezed and released handfuls of his hair, pressing his face to your chest, as he dropped the white blouse on top of the red sweatshirt. Fabric becoming damp from the dew on the floor.

A small cry escaped your lips when the long, thick finger in your pussy found just the spot. Taking that cue, he concentrated his ministrations in that area, and soon you were cumming, walls spasming around his digit. Your body went rigid against the tree, eyes squeezed tightly shut, as the small spasms coursed through you in slow, undulating waves. You pressed yourself greedily against his hand, wanting the waves to go on and on. The sensations at your breast and core were overpowering, your body shuddering, breath ragged.

The distant rain finally caught up to you both, coming down through the heavy forest canopy, making the woods around you sizzle with every little drop. The cold rain on your hot skin sent up little plumes of steam, and Simon let out a moan of pure ecstasy, low and drawn out, luxuriating in the feel of the water on his flesh. He turned his face up, letting the rain drip lazily onto his face, into his mouth. You cast your eyes down and watched the tiny rivulets making their way down his muscular chest and abdomen, through the little line of hair coming up from the waistband of his jeans and disappearing into them.

Brazenly, you allowed your tongue to follow their trails, dragging your tongue hungrily down Simon’s neck, biting and kissing as you went. Down over his chest, stopping to lick and suck his nipple. Biting and kissing down over his stomach, you soon found yourself on your knees in front of him, eyes fastened on the tautly stretched fabric of the denim over his crotch, the shape and size of his cock obvious as it pressed against his hip. You nibbled along his shaft through the jeans, up to the head and back down, pressing soft kisses against the bulge.

Simon felt he was going to explode when you dragged your teeth firmly along the same path that you had just nibbled, your hands coming up and massaging his heavy balls. He groaned gruffly, fists clenched at his sides, fighting for control.

The button was hard to open, due to the tightness of his pants, but you managed and your fingers took the clasp of his zipper, pulling down slowly, one agonising tooth at a time. When you finally had lowered the zipper enough to allow, his cock sprung out, achingly hard and visibly pulsing. With every beat of his heart it leapt slightly. The head was a dark purple and the shaft had one large vein running across the top. It disappeared into the patch of wiry hair at the base of his abdomen.

A glistening drop of clear liquid formed in the slit at its crown and you darted your tongue out, touching it briefly to the tip of his cockhead. The little drop held to your tongue in a long, thick string before breaking and dropping onto your bottom lip and chin.

Wrapping your hand around his cock, you gripped it firmly, giving a little squeeze and watching with delight as more of the clear liquid oozed out. Simon groaned again, reaching out and placing his hands gently against the sides of your head, urging you forward, pleading wordlessly. You looked up and met his gaze, staring down at you with pure black eyes, hungry and needful, almost violent in their gleam. His lips were parted and he breathed slowly and heavily through his mouth, his chest heaving.

One long shiver coursed through his entire body when you finally bent your head and took him into your mouth. Your eyes had been just as hungry as his and you devoured him ravenously, sliding your lips up and down his hard length, feeling every ridge and sinewy knot beneath the skin. You let your saliva pool on your tongue and spread it liberally over his shaft, slipping your mouth down until your nose was pressed into his hair, and then pulling back slowly with a long sucking motion, before diving right back down. You took him into your throat and coaxed him with the muscular contractions you could produce, summoning the load from him. You pulled back once more and heard him grunt and then groan again, feeling his cock swell further in your mouth.

“Not yet”, he breathed, desperately pulling his throbbing hardness from your mouth. He was going to explode if you didn’t stop and he had very precise intentions for his seed. It was not to be wasted.

A few more loving licks along his cock was all you had time for before he grabbed your shoulders and brought your to your feet. Once again, he pressed your back against the oak tree harshly.

Simon slid down your body onto his knees, his tongue delving quickly into your naval, and then dipping down to the edge of your pink panties. As he nuzzled your sex through your shorts, he slipped off your shoes and socks, his big, calloused hands slipped leisurely up your legs. From your ankles to your knees he teased your skin with his fingertips, a slight tickling across the backs of your knees. His hands reached up behind you, grabbing your ass and pressing your body to his face. Simon grabbed the loosened waistband of your denim shorts, brought them down smoothly and you stepped out of them, arching your back against the tree for stability. Just as quickly he brought his hands back up and grabbed the elastic band of your panties and brought them down, baring your completely to his eyes.

Ravenous.

Leaning his head forward, he placed a firm lip kiss above your cleft, inhaling your scent deeply as he pulled away. Driven by your smell, he lunged at you, biting into your hip, the last vestiges of his self-control being all that stood between pleasure and pain. A surprised gasp, followed by a soft moan, answered his bite.

The rain began to come down heavier, the canopy of the forest barely slowing the drops. A cool wind picked up, twisting through the trees like a sentient being, seeking and finding the two lovers. You both shivered, but only partly from the chill.

Simon picked up your right leg and placed it over his shoulder, spreading your for his kiss. His tongue moved out slowly, finding your clit, engorged and reddened. Pulsing with animalistic desire. You raised your head and cried out, one arm bent back along the trunk of the tree, the other holding his head. You involuntarily ground your pussy onto his face, hard against his mouth. Your left leg nearly buckled when he curled his tongue around your clit and gently sucked it into his mouth, coaxing your orgasm in much the same way you had attempted to bring his. He sucked at you softly, yet voraciously. He was a man starving for you, trying to engulf you entirely into himself. A deep, resounding growl rose from his throat, the air vibrating from his lips and sending you once again over that edge.

You let out a small scream just as a distant clap of thunder began to rumble over the forest. You rode the waves of the thunder as it faded away. You cried again, another orgasm ripping through you, pulling your entire being to your centre. To his mouth.

The tree bark was rough on your back, possibly cutting your flesh, but you were beyond caring. You leaned forward, pressing harder to his lips, and then slamming yourself back against the tree in pure wantonness, over and over. There was no pain. Only blinding pleasure.

You didn’t realise it when he brought your leg from his shoulder and back to the ground, so lost in ecstasy. Your body trembled still, the remnants of the climax still rippling outward from your core, as you sagged against the oak, eyes closed. Every nerve in your body refocused its intention to carrying on the devastating feelings coursing through it.

The ripples were coming slower as the thunderstorm grew ever closer. You tried to sink into the tree, to feel everything at once. You felt the cool rain dripping on your skin, a trailing drop running to, and then going around your nipple. You curled your toes into the wet, mossy ground. The soft murmur of the rain on the leaves sang to you.

A loud, obnoxious clap of thunder brought you out of your reverie and your eyes snapped open. You gasped, startled, as you realised that you were face to face with Simon again. He was gazing at you with a predatory gleam in his icy eyes.

In one move he was against your body and inside you, sliding up into you as you stood against the tree. With his hands on your hips Simon raised your body and lowered you onto his cock, thrusting himself madly into you, too insistent to care about anything else.

You turned your cheek against the tree, exposing your neck, and he could no longer hold back. A bestial groan escaped his lips, followed by a snarl through clenched teeth. Every muscle in his body was wire taut, the force of his thrusts lifting you from your feet, suspended between the tree and Simon. You planted your feet firmly on top of his thighs and rode him, taking each pounding stroke as deep as gravity and flesh would allow.

His eyes remained focused on the smooth curve of your neck, the delicate slope to your shoulder. The need began to slip from the corners of his mouth as he saw and heard your pulse. Simon couldn’t take it. He lunged forward and bit you, hard. Too hard. You cried out, but you never broke your stride. He tasted a small bit of your blood on his tongue and it drove him to the point of rage.

Lightning split the sky just above, with an instantaneous crack of thunder. Not far away from you both, a tree fell, burnt and smouldering. The rain was pounding down on you. The wind drove it down and into the forest, hard against your rutting bodies.

You screamed with another orgasm and he howled with rage, pain and lust as he emptied himself inside of you. Thunder and lightning crashed above you, pale in comparison to the rapacious nature of the beast coursing through both of you. Simon looked into your eyes and saw the lightning flash. You looked into his and saw the truth of what he was. Half man, half beast.

You rode out the storm and the passion, moving slowly, kissing and touching. Caressing. You brought your feet back to the ground, pumping your hips slowly, letting him go soft inside of you as the storm blew away, almost as quickly as it came.

At last, he slipped from your core and he stepped away from you. You said nothing. The rain dripping from the forest canopy, the receding thunder, and your breathing were the only sounds. With his hand he softly stroked your cheek, gazing intently into your eyes. Then he turned and walked away, naked, into the heart of the forest.

You watched him go, wondering if you would ever see him again. Touching your hand to the bleeding bite at the bend of your neck, you winced absently. The pain was negligible, but it would surely leave a scar. A scar that would undoubtedly tie you to him.

The thunder rolled on and a wolf howled in the distance, answered by the howls of many others. Through the canopy of trees you could see the moon trying to peek out from behind the lingering storm clouds.

Only now, it seemed to call to you.

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[lonewolfwriting89]

PRIMAL

(Coming Soon)

Alpha!Simon Riley x Reader

Warnings – Language. Smut. NSFW. Alpha theme. ABO dynamics. Outdoors. Hints at Werewolf!Simon. 18+.

A/N: Coming soon…my contribution for Kinktober/Halloween 😈👻🎃

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He stepped closer to you and you involuntarily backed away from him. When your back came into contact with the trunk of a large oak tree you abandoned your thoughts of flight. Where would you run anyway? Did you even want to run?

The unexpected nature of his advance caught you off guard. It wasn’t how you were used to being approached by men. It wasn’t a corny line in a city bar. It was an honest, up front statement and a serious question, spoken with a purity of mind and an innocence that was out of place in such a lustful proposition.

“I said, I want you. Was that clearer for you?”.

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[lonewolfwriting89]

PRIMAL

(Coming Soon)

Alpha!Simon Riley x Reader

Warnings – Language. Smut. NSFW. Alpha theme. ABO dynamics. Outdoors. Hints at Werewolf!Simon. 18+.

A/N: Coming soon…my contribution for Kinktober/Halloween 😈👻🎃

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He stepped closer to you and you involuntarily backed away from him. When your back came into contact with the trunk of a large oak tree you abandoned your thoughts of flight. Where would you run anyway? Did you even want to run?

The unexpected nature of his advance caught you off guard. It wasn’t how you were used to being approached by men. It wasn’t a corny line in a city bar. It was an honest, up front statement and a serious question, spoken with a purity of mind and an innocence that was out of place in such a lustful proposition.

“I said, I want you. Was that clearer for you?”.

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[lonewolfwriting89]

MOONLIGHT SONATA

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You beckoned Bucky with your finger, a slow, sensual movement. He followed, stepping across the broken shards of moonlight on the linoleum floor. The odd ray glinting against his metal arm.

Warnings – Language. Smut. NSFW.

Word Count: 2.2k approx

A/N: Hope you all love it xoxo

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It was almost four in the morning, and Bucky woke up following a bad dream, unable to fall back asleep. He crept out of bed, shuddering as the chilled air flirted across his bare chest, and walked softly to the kitchen. Blue-hued moonlight slid in through the windows, casting rays on the linoleum floor, pushing back the shadows. Bucky crossed the cupboard above the sink and removed a glass, filling it with water. Sipping at the cool liquid, he stared out the window at the moon-lit yard below and cleared his head of the day's thoughts.

A noise behind him caused his focus to shift. Bucky turned and saw you standing there, his faded old shirt hung down below your waist, the only thing you had on. As you stepped into the moonlight, he felt a stirring between his legs, and flushed in the darkness. Bucky realised that you couldn’t see the growing bulge in his boxers, not in the shadows of the night. You stepped towards him, removed the glass from his metal hand and took a sip yourself.

You placed the now empty glass on the counter and as you did, Bucky caught the briefest of glimpses of your exposed ass as the shirt you had on momentarily rose. You wore nothing but a white lace thong underneath. His boxers tightened, doing little to hide himself from you. Turning back to face Bucky you closed the distance between you both with each breath. You stood barely inches from him, your eyes glimmering in the darkness.

"Can't sleep?", you asked innocently enough, your finger traced the contours of the muscles on his chest across to where his skin met the metal of his arm.

"No...Not tired", he murmured, as he stepped forward, sliding his hands around your waist, cupping them down over your ass. Metal and flesh. He pulled you closer, letting you wrap your dainty arms around his neck.

"What shall we do, now that we're awake..?".

"I can think of a few things I'd like to do...", Bucky grinned, as your lips met in a passionate kiss. Your lips opened and your tongues sensuously explored one another.

You broke your embrace, walking backwards towards the kitchen table. You beckoned Bucky with your finger, a slow, sensual movement. He followed, stepping across the broken shards of moonlight on the linoleum floor. The odd ray glinting against his metal arm. You sat up on the kitchen table and slid backwards, spreading your legs ever so slightly, allowing him just a glimpse of your core.

That brief tease drove Bucky on. He stepped towards the table, reaching forward and pulled the old t-shirt over your head and tossed it behind him. It floated like a leaf to the floor, a soft crumple met your ears. The cool moonlight played across your skin, creating a perfect contrast of shadows and light, basking you in an ethereal glow.

He reached forward, wrapping his arms around your back and you kissed again. In the moonlight your tongues explored one another in the dark. Slow. Bucky sighed into the kiss, you tasted sweet, like ripened strawberries, freshly picked. He wanted more.

Once more, you broke the embrace, pulling back ever so slightly. He stepped back, curious and eager. You leant back on your hands, spreading your legs. Bucky’s gaze shifted, from your intensely beautiful eyes, to your breasts, down to the crevice between your thighs, hidden just behind the flimsy fabric of the thong.

"Something caught your eye Barnes...?", you whispered in the dark.

"Yes", he breathed heavily, although the growing warmth in his groin spoke for itself. You took one of his fingers and delicately licked it, up and down before placing it in your mouth and sucking on it. Bucky groaned quietly and you saw the shiver run over his skin. Removing it from your mouth, you left behind a slight strand of saliva that fell from your lips onto your breasts.

You gazed down at yourself, grinning impishly in the steel-blue moonlight. Your finger traced the curves of your breasts, leaving a trail of sticky, wet, glistening saliva, across them, around to your nipples, pebbled and erect from the cool air and the warmth radiating inside your body.

You stared at Bucky intently as you circled your nipples with your wet finger. He could feel a shortness and quickness of breath coming on, a fever beginning to kindle inside his body. You slid your wet finger down between your glistening breasts, over your smooth stomach, and down to the darkness between your legs.

Bucky couldn’t see between your legs, the light of the moon not reaching there, but he watched as your finger disappeared into it, moving in slow circles around it, as your eyelids half-closed in pleasure and private thoughts while you teased yourself.

You know how much he likes to watch when you do this.

Your hand began to move rhythmically, methodically, your eyes completely closed, your cheeks flushed with excitement. Bucky felt a voyeuristic thrill, as if he was watching something private. Something that's only supposed to take place behind closed doors, where there were no prying eyes.

The motion of your hand between your legs stopped, and you slowly withdrew your fingers from their hidden place of pleasure. You re-traced the trail of saliva on your stomach, leaving a wetter, stickier path this time. Made from the product of your own excitement. You circled your nipples again, until they glistened with beads of your slick, and then you took your fingers, almost dripping with your wetness, and placed them up to your lips, ever so delicately.

“Doll…”, Bucky murmured into the silent air.

You teased your fingers around your plump lips, as you did the folds between your legs, until they, too, glistened in the moonlight. You opened your mouth, licking your fingers up and down, sucked on them, drawing them into your mouth, tasting yourself, tasting your arousal, your sex.

You popped your fingers from your mouth, still dripping with your sex and your saliva, and offered them to Bucky. He stepped forward, taking your wrist with his hand, and kissed your fingers, tasting the nectar, tasting you. He traced his tongue along them, mildly disappointed that the taste of your arousal was almost gone, lost somewhere in your own mouth.

He tried to recover it. Your lips locked, tongues dancing once again. This time, Bucky tasted your desire, the very essence of your arousal, and he wanted more of it, badly. The bulge in his boxers brushed against the darkness between your legs as you wrapped them around him. He felt the already soaking wet cloth of the thong dampen his boxers.

Bucky thrust against your hips, ever so slightly, but he knew you could feel it when you arched your neck and moaned. He kissed along your throat, tracing his wet tongue down to your breasts. He followed the trail you left for him, the sweet, sticky path that followed the voluptuous curves of your breasts, your hardened nipples, down your toned stomach, into the tempting darkness between your legs.

Your thong was soaked, your slick, dripping onto the surface where you were perched. Bucky slipped it down your smooth, silky legs with his teeth, his calloused hand massaging your ass and the undersides of your thighs. He slowly guided your legs apart, gently kissing the insides of your thighs, licking up and down the insides of your legs torturously slow. Feeling you tremble in anticipation.

You couldn’t restrain yourself any longer, as Bucky teased the outside of your wet folds with his tongue. You reached down with two fingers, rubbing your swollen clit in anticipation, purring his name low in your throat. Finally, he gave you what you both wanted, his tongue flitted across your clit, causing a moan to escape your pursed lips, head tilted back as waves of pleasure radiated through your body. He pushed your hand away and replaced it with his own, inching them slowly into your pussy.

Your hips began to buck and tremble with the combined pleasure of Bucky’s tongue and fingers. He probed deeper with his tongue, sliding it deep into your dripping slit, then flicking circles across your clit. You squeezed your thighs and started rolling your hips in rhythm with his fingers, his hot tongue driving you wild.

Bucky could taste you cumming, he could feel it in the way you drove your hips, in the way your breath came shorter, harder. You panted, as another long, low moan breached your lips. His fingers slid in and out of you faster, his lips wrapped around your sensitive clit. Your body shook hard, causing the table you were sat on to rock with you.

With a sharp cry of his name, your body spasmed beneath his tongue. Another gasp of pleasure erupted from deep within you. Bucky groaned against your core and continued, curling his tongue through you. Your body jerked, as the ecstasy rolled through you bitterly, edging you into another intense climax.

Bucky gently kissed your folds, then planted more along the insides of your thighs, your sweetness still on his tongue and lips. He mapped up your trembling stomach, your panting chest, still glistening from your sweat and sex, up your neck to your mouth.

He wrapped his strong arms around your waist and pulled your trembling body up, so that you were sat on the edge of the table. You looped your arms behind his neck and pulled him in close, until your mouths merged. Your lips trembled as they met his, your body still pulsed with the echoes of your orgasm.

Bucky kissed you softly, slowly, letting you taste yourself on his lips and tongue. The tang of your slick made the coil in the pit of your stomach twist, igniting the desire again. Aroused by your own taste, you pulled him on top of you, on the table.

His boxers were ripped away urgently, your hands dragged him closer to whisper in his ear, "I want you inside of me…I need you inside of me…now”.

He obliged and kissed you passionately, before slipping into your tight, wet slit. You moaned loudly, feeling his thick cock stretch your pussy. He slid in and out of you, grasping the back of your neck with his metal hand, caressing your face with his flesh fingers, as he thrust harder.

Time ceased to exist as pleasure enveloped both of your bodies, the sensations ebbed and flowed. Increasing in strength and intensity. The tingling of euphoria burst through every nerve in your bodies. Waves of intense pleasure washed over Bucky as your wet walls clenched tightly around his shaft.

Your eyes started to roll to the back of your head, your thoughts hazy with lust and desire wrapped up in all that was Bucky. Just as you were both about to approach release, you locked eyes with him, a sly grin playing across your moonlit face.

You stopped, pushing his solid chest.

"Wha-", he couldn’t spit the words out, as the sensation of pleasure dissipated from his body as you slowly disengaged yourself. That look still on your face, mischief and arousal shone in your eyes.

You placed a finger upon his lips, shushing him softly. You pushed him back, gently, from the table's edge, and slowly slid off until your bare feet met the linoleum again. Bucky stared at you quizzically, not quite comprehending what was unfolding before him.

You lowered yourself to your knees, smirking up at him.

Suddenly, he understood and took a step towards you.

Extending your tongue, you met his throbbing cock, tracing the vein on the underside slowly. He gasped as you blew on the tip of his length, the combination of your warm breath on the end, your tongue running its length and your soft, smooth hand gently grasping and stroking pushed Bucky into a storm of bliss.

You plunged your lips over the head of his cock, sliding your tongue along the length of his shaft. All the way down, and all the way back up, making a soft smacking sound as your lips released him. You glanced up at Bucky, witnessing the intense pleasure pass over his handsome face.

You smiled and repeated. Again. And again. And again.

Bucky stroked your hair, threading his vibranium fingers through the strands, wanting to whisper his gratefulness, his appreciation, his love. Anything. But he found himself at a complete loss for words as a wave of euphoria passed over his body, causing him to gasp aloud. A shuddering sigh escaped the moonlight, along with his hot, sticky release.

You swallowed most of it, but you didn’t stop the bobbing motion of your head, the swirling of your tongue or the caress of your lips. The ecstasy was almost more than Bucky could bear, as you swept up the last physical remnants of his release from his shaft and head, swallowing it down.

Groaning, Bucky lowered his trembling body to the ground next to you. He wrapped his numb arms around you, kissing you sweetly as you both embraced, tasting himself on your tongue. He groaned quietly, enjoying the tang. You both laid quivering on the kitchen floor, the aftershocks of your orgasms buzzing through your bodies. In the moonlight, Bucky could see the sheen of sweat covering your skin, making you glow.

You both sighed happily in the moonlight. Basking in your own sonata.

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[lonewolfwriting89]

MOONLIGHT SONATA

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You beckoned Bucky with your finger, a slow, sensual movement. He followed, stepping across the broken shards of moonlight on the linoleum floor. The odd ray glinting against his metal arm.

Warnings – Language. Smut. NSFW.

Word Count: 2.2k approx

A/N: Hope you all love it xoxo

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It was almost four in the morning, and Bucky woke up following a bad dream, unable to fall back asleep. He crept out of bed, shuddering as the chilled air flirted across his bare chest, and walked softly to the kitchen. Blue-hued moonlight slid in through the windows, casting rays on the linoleum floor, pushing back the shadows. Bucky crossed the cupboard above the sink and removed a glass, filling it with water. Sipping at the cool liquid, he stared out the window at the moon-lit yard below and cleared his head of the day's thoughts.

A noise behind him caused his focus to shift. Bucky turned and saw you standing there, his faded old shirt hung down below your waist, the only thing you had on. As you stepped into the moonlight, he felt a stirring between his legs, and flushed in the darkness. Bucky realised that you couldn’t see the growing bulge in his boxers, not in the shadows of the night. You stepped towards him, removed the glass from his metal hand and took a sip yourself.

You placed the now empty glass on the counter and as you did, Bucky caught the briefest of glimpses of your exposed ass as the shirt you had on momentarily rose. You wore nothing but a white lace thong underneath. His boxers tightened, doing little to hide himself from you. Turning back to face Bucky you closed the distance between you both with each breath. You stood barely inches from him, your eyes glimmering in the darkness.

"Can't sleep?", you asked innocently enough, your finger traced the contours of the muscles on his chest across to where his skin met the metal of his arm.

"No...Not tired", he murmured, as he stepped forward, sliding his hands around your waist, cupping them down over your ass. Metal and flesh. He pulled you closer, letting you wrap your dainty arms around his neck.

"What shall we do, now that we're awake..?".

"I can think of a few things I'd like to do...", Bucky grinned, as your lips met in a passionate kiss. Your lips opened and your tongues sensuously explored one another.

You broke your embrace, walking backwards towards the kitchen table. You beckoned Bucky with your finger, a slow, sensual movement. He followed, stepping across the broken shards of moonlight on the linoleum floor. The odd ray glinting against his metal arm. You sat up on the kitchen table and slid backwards, spreading your legs ever so slightly, allowing him just a glimpse of your core.

That brief tease drove Bucky on. He stepped towards the table, reaching forward and pulled the old t-shirt over your head and tossed it behind him. It floated like a leaf to the floor, a soft crumple met your ears. The cool moonlight played across your skin, creating a perfect contrast of shadows and light, basking you in an ethereal glow.

He reached forward, wrapping his arms around your back and you kissed again. In the moonlight your tongues explored one another in the dark. Slow. Bucky sighed into the kiss, you tasted sweet, like ripened strawberries, freshly picked. He wanted more.

Once more, you broke the embrace, pulling back ever so slightly. He stepped back, curious and eager. You leant back on your hands, spreading your legs. Bucky’s gaze shifted, from your intensely beautiful eyes, to your breasts, down to the crevice between your thighs, hidden just behind the flimsy fabric of the thong.

"Something caught your eye Barnes...?", you whispered in the dark.

"Yes", he breathed heavily, although the growing warmth in his groin spoke for itself. You took one of his fingers and delicately licked it, up and down before placing it in your mouth and sucking on it. Bucky groaned quietly and you saw the shiver run over his skin. Removing it from your mouth, you left behind a slight strand of saliva that fell from your lips onto your breasts.

You gazed down at yourself, grinning impishly in the steel-blue moonlight. Your finger traced the curves of your breasts, leaving a trail of sticky, wet, glistening saliva, across them, around to your nipples, pebbled and erect from the cool air and the warmth radiating inside your body.

You stared at Bucky intently as you circled your nipples with your wet finger. He could feel a shortness and quickness of breath coming on, a fever beginning to kindle inside his body. You slid your wet finger down between your glistening breasts, over your smooth stomach, and down to the darkness between your legs.

Bucky couldn’t see between your legs, the light of the moon not reaching there, but he watched as your finger disappeared into it, moving in slow circles around it, as your eyelids half-closed in pleasure and private thoughts while you teased yourself.

You know how much he likes to watch when you do this.

Your hand began to move rhythmically, methodically, your eyes completely closed, your cheeks flushed with excitement. Bucky felt a voyeuristic thrill, as if he was watching something private. Something that's only supposed to take place behind closed doors, where there were no prying eyes.

The motion of your hand between your legs stopped, and you slowly withdrew your fingers from their hidden place of pleasure. You re-traced the trail of saliva on your stomach, leaving a wetter, stickier path this time. Made from the product of your own excitement. You circled your nipples again, until they glistened with beads of your slick, and then you took your fingers, almost dripping with your wetness, and placed them up to your lips, ever so delicately.

“Doll…”, Bucky murmured into the silent air.

You teased your fingers around your plump lips, as you did the folds between your legs, until they, too, glistened in the moonlight. You opened your mouth, licking your fingers up and down, sucked on them, drawing them into your mouth, tasting yourself, tasting your arousal, your sex.

You popped your fingers from your mouth, still dripping with your sex and your saliva, and offered them to Bucky. He stepped forward, taking your wrist with his hand, and kissed your fingers, tasting the nectar, tasting you. He traced his tongue along them, mildly disappointed that the taste of your arousal was almost gone, lost somewhere in your own mouth.

He tried to recover it. Your lips locked, tongues dancing once again. This time, Bucky tasted your desire, the very essence of your arousal, and he wanted more of it, badly. The bulge in his boxers brushed against the darkness between your legs as you wrapped them around him. He felt the already soaking wet cloth of the thong dampen his boxers.

Bucky thrust against your hips, ever so slightly, but he knew you could feel it when you arched your neck and moaned. He kissed along your throat, tracing his wet tongue down to your breasts. He followed the trail you left for him, the sweet, sticky path that followed the voluptuous curves of your breasts, your hardened nipples, down your toned stomach, into the tempting darkness between your legs.

Your thong was soaked, your slick, dripping onto the surface where you were perched. Bucky slipped it down your smooth, silky legs with his teeth, his calloused hand massaging your ass and the undersides of your thighs. He slowly guided your legs apart, gently kissing the insides of your thighs, licking up and down the insides of your legs torturously slow. Feeling you tremble in anticipation.

You couldn’t restrain yourself any longer, as Bucky teased the outside of your wet folds with his tongue. You reached down with two fingers, rubbing your swollen clit in anticipation, purring his name low in your throat. Finally, he gave you what you both wanted, his tongue flitted across your clit, causing a moan to escape your pursed lips, head tilted back as waves of pleasure radiated through your body. He pushed your hand away and replaced it with his own, inching them slowly into your pussy.

Your hips began to buck and tremble with the combined pleasure of Bucky’s tongue and fingers. He probed deeper with his tongue, sliding it deep into your dripping slit, then flicking circles across your clit. You squeezed your thighs and started rolling your hips in rhythm with his fingers, his hot tongue driving you wild.

Bucky could taste you cumming, he could feel it in the way you drove your hips, in the way your breath came shorter, harder. You panted, as another long, low moan breached your lips. His fingers slid in and out of you faster, his lips wrapped around your sensitive clit. Your body shook hard, causing the table you were sat on to rock with you.

With a sharp cry of his name, your body spasmed beneath his tongue. Another gasp of pleasure erupted from deep within you. Bucky groaned against your core and continued, curling his tongue through you. Your body jerked, as the ecstasy rolled through you bitterly, edging you into another intense climax.

Bucky gently kissed your folds, then planted more along the insides of your thighs, your sweetness still on his tongue and lips. He mapped up your trembling stomach, your panting chest, still glistening from your sweat and sex, up your neck to your mouth.

He wrapped his strong arms around your waist and pulled your trembling body up, so that you were sat on the edge of the table. You looped your arms behind his neck and pulled him in close, until your mouths merged. Your lips trembled as they met his, your body still pulsed with the echoes of your orgasm.

Bucky kissed you softly, slowly, letting you taste yourself on his lips and tongue. The tang of your slick made the coil in the pit of your stomach twist, igniting the desire again. Aroused by your own taste, you pulled him on top of you, on the table.

His boxers were ripped away urgently, your hands dragged him closer to whisper in his ear, "I want you inside of me…I need you inside of me…now”.

He obliged and kissed you passionately, before slipping into your tight, wet slit. You moaned loudly, feeling his thick cock stretch your pussy. He slid in and out of you, grasping the back of your neck with his metal hand, caressing your face with his flesh fingers, as he thrust harder.

Time ceased to exist as pleasure enveloped both of your bodies, the sensations ebbed and flowed. Increasing in strength and intensity. The tingling of euphoria burst through every nerve in your bodies. Waves of intense pleasure washed over Bucky as your wet walls clenched tightly around his shaft.

Your eyes started to roll to the back of your head, your thoughts hazy with lust and desire wrapped up in all that was Bucky. Just as you were both about to approach release, you locked eyes with him, a sly grin playing across your moonlit face.

You stopped, pushing his solid chest.

"Wha-", he couldn’t spit the words out, as the sensation of pleasure dissipated from his body as you slowly disengaged yourself. That look still on your face, mischief and arousal shone in your eyes.

You placed a finger upon his lips, shushing him softly. You pushed him back, gently, from the table's edge, and slowly slid off until your bare feet met the linoleum again. Bucky stared at you quizzically, not quite comprehending what was unfolding before him.

You lowered yourself to your knees, smirking up at him.

Suddenly, he understood and took a step towards you.

Extending your tongue, you met his throbbing cock, tracing the vein on the underside slowly. He gasped as you blew on the tip of his length, the combination of your warm breath on the end, your tongue running its length and your soft, smooth hand gently grasping and stroking pushed Bucky into a storm of bliss.

You plunged your lips over the head of his cock, sliding your tongue along the length of his shaft. All the way down, and all the way back up, making a soft smacking sound as your lips released him. You glanced up at Bucky, witnessing the intense pleasure pass over his handsome face.

You smiled and repeated. Again. And again. And again.

Bucky stroked your hair, threading his vibranium fingers through the strands, wanting to whisper his gratefulness, his appreciation, his love. Anything. But he found himself at a complete loss for words as a wave of euphoria passed over his body, causing him to gasp aloud. A shuddering sigh escaped the moonlight, along with his hot, sticky release.

You swallowed most of it, but you didn’t stop the bobbing motion of your head, the swirling of your tongue or the caress of your lips. The ecstasy was almost more than Bucky could bear, as you swept up the last physical remnants of his release from his shaft and head, swallowing it down.

Groaning, Bucky lowered his trembling body to the ground next to you. He wrapped his numb arms around you, kissing you sweetly as you both embraced, tasting himself on your tongue. He groaned quietly, enjoying the tang. You both laid quivering on the kitchen floor, the aftershocks of your orgasms buzzing through your bodies. In the moonlight, Bucky could see the sheen of sweat covering your skin, making you glow.

You both sighed happily in the moonlight. Basking in your own sonata.

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“To bare flesh is to invite a knife”

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of a dead body. Hints of torture and violence. Blood. Depictions of war. Trauma. Explicit Language. NSFW. Smut. Soft smut.

A/N: A somewhat softer Simon, written with female!reader insert. Pre-established relationship between Simon x Reader. Thanks to @offendedfishnoises​ for all your help, thanks to @more-cardigan-than-woman​ too xoxo 

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ON MY KNEES

Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Oral.

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His broad shoulders were pinning you to the wall, your bodies pressed up so close that you might have been one body mass. You felt Bucky take your arms and place them around his neck before taking the kiss deeper as his tongue slid in, caressing yours.

The sensations were too wonderful to resist. You knew you were going to lose it, lose all control. And the funny thing was, you wanted to lose it, wanted to forget all that you’d seen and been through in one night.

So you kissed him back, pressing your lips firmly against his, revelling in the low growl that emanated from the base of his throat. Your hands were no longer pliant but around his neck now, clutching, tugging, pulling at his dark hair, wanting him to do more than just kiss you.

Bucky’s hands ran up the length of your sides, caressing the newly exposed skin with his calloused fingertips and knuckles. Goosebumps broke out on the surface of your skin as his teases sent spirals of desire coursing through your body. You arched your back, bringing your firm breasts into contact with the clothed heat of his chest and he groaned, the need to feel your naked body against his reducing his strong body to tremors.

The shirt that you wore became a distant memory as he tore it off you, letting it slip to the carpeted ground around you both. His hands then moved to knead the sides of your breasts, deliberately avoiding the curve and peak of them. You whimpered, a silent plea for him to touch you, tease you, ruin you.

But he took his time as he led you into another kiss, this one more delicious than the first as he plundered your mouth. You gripped his upper arm, your nails leaving crescent indentations on his rough skin, almost desperate now for his touch.

Bucky’s fingers teased the underside of your breasts and you writhed, the need to feel his flesh overwhelming you. Your fingers tore at his expensive dark shirt and he threw it to the floor in one quick jerk.

Oh God, you thought. He was so beautiful; all dark beauty rolled into a toned solid mass. And he wanted to ravish you. It seemed to slip your mind that he was the head of the mafia. Or maybe, it didn't really matter.

His hands strayed over the waistband of your panties and you moaned, wanting the little triangle of material out of the way. You put your hands over his, helping him with the task of discarding your underwear. As you stepped out of them, he went to his knees, still holding you up by the hips. You felt your core soak, seeing this devilishly powerful man on his knees… for you.

The first touch of his tongue against the wetness of your pussy made you clutch desperately at his shoulders. He was teasing you with tentative licks over your core, lingering around the area where you needed him most.

You tilted your head back onto the wall as you felt his tongue position itself to lap at you in long, deliberate strokes around your drenched slit. Your clit was so swollen that you could feel the throb of it sending bolts of electrifying pleasure throughout your body. You thrust your hips into his sinful mouth and he took you fully, devouring you.

“Oh fuck”, you breathed as you felt an orgasm nearing. His tongue was travelling in broad strokes along the length of your pussy. Up and down it went until in one brief change in rhythm, it went plunging in, into the depth of your sweetness.

“Oh god!”, you screamed as you felt something tighten inside you. All the undiluted pleasure seemed to centre at your core deliciously before expanding and rupturing at a voltage that was too much for your body to handle.

You sobbed Bucky’s name, a high keening sound that tore from your throat as you held onto him as he took you flying, beyond yourself, beyond stars. Your screams slowly turned into mewls as the remaining shudders racked your body-- a body that was now too weak to stay aloft. A body that now belonged to him.

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WHISKEY HIGHS

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Semi-public smut.

Summary: Your heart sped up at his comment. You’d only known him for a couple of hours and already, you wanted to jump into his bed and spend the entire day there.

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Your hands tugged at his dirty blond hair, nails scraping across his scalp as he widened your jaw even more. It felt like it was going to break but you didn't care, you wanted more of him. He started biting on your bottom lip, pulling at it, sending slight stings of pain across your flesh, igniting a spark deep in your core.

His hands swept up body, over your clothes before he slipped one hand beneath your tank, over your bare skin that felt like it was on fire. You hissed when his nails clawed at your back. It was a good pain though, one you thoroughly enjoyed. You ground yourself against him, feeling his erection and knew you were soaking wet.

Simon leaned back and began trailing his lips down your neck, first suckling on your earlobe then down to your collarbone and back up to lick lightly below your chin. You shivered and sucked in a deep breath.

Did this place have a bathroom? Or better yet, you’d both arrived in your vehicles.

He pulled back, panting, your dark red lipstick staining his lips, “Fuck me”, he muttered, his northern voice rough with lust, eyes alight with desire.

“I would love to”, you winked at him and began wiping away the evidence from his face slowly.

He glanced around you both, but nobody seemed to be interested in what you were doing; everybody else was too busy enjoying their own evenings.

“I'm more of a private—bedroom kinda guy but…”, pointed to the bulge in his trousers, at his obvious pain.

“Hmm, appears we'll have to do something about that”, you whispered sweetly and swept a delicate hand over him.

He jumped a little and you grinned. But before you could bask in your glory, one of his calloused hands travelled up your thigh to get under your shorts where his fingers trailed over the lace of your panties. You squeaked but he had placed one hand on your hip to keep you in place. You had never been touched like this before in public, the rush was intoxicating.

“Shhh love”, he commanded deeply and flicked your clit. Your leg involuntarily jerked but then he pinched you and you threw your head back sharply in pleasure.

You had your hands on his shoulders, trying to gain some sort of ground when your body began to move of its own accord, pressing into his fingers so he could have better access to your clit. Your hips were grinding on top of him while you tried to create some sort of friction since you were almost there. Your climax was so close, you were already beginning to tense up, biting your lower lip enough to where it nearly bled. You could hardly believe it, he’s barely touched you.

“Simon—”, you whispered and closed your eyes.

But he slowed down and removed his fingers.

“What?”, you asked and looked dead into his eyes. He was wearing a handsome smirk, a dimple forming in his left cheek. You grew agitated that he had you so close to coming and then ripped it away.

Before you could even open your lips to give him a mouthful, his fingers plunged into you deeply, and you came. Hard. You didn't mean to but you were already on the precipice of an orgasm that it just happened. No one has ever made you cum that quickly and with those expert fingers, you were groaning and squeezing his shoulders tightly. You threw your head back again and moaned loudly, just as the song over the speakers of the bar hit the chorus.

Wave after wave of pleasure swept through you. Your legs were jerking from the intensity of the orgasm.

“Wow”, Simon mumbled, his eyes finding yours immediately, “I could see you come like that every single day”, his voice had gotten deeper with each word, desire dripping on the end of each syllable.

Your heart sped up at his comment. You’d only known him for a couple of hours and already, you wanted to jump into his bed and spend the entire day there.

“Th-thanks”, you felt your cheeks flush with heat.

“No love”, he gave a cheeky smile, “Thank you”, he growled before picking you up so you were both standing.

“Like I said, I'm a bedroom kinda guy but a bathroom in this case will do. But don't worry, I plan on fucking you at your house”, he promised, an evil glint to his eyes.

You gulped and numbly nodded, “This isn't a one-time thing?", you asked as he guided you towards the back of the bar where several doors lined the walls.

He abruptly halted, his large hand enveloping mine, “It—It doesn't have to be”.

“But, we barely know each other”, you started, your brain vomiting words but he interrupted you.

“And yet, I'm willing to fuck you in a place I've never fucked anyone before. But I'm also sure you're more than willing to be fucked just as much as I want to fuck you”, he ran his tongue over his bottom lip slowly, eyes raking over your body, “I'm pretty sure you want me to fuck you right now, don't you?”.

His words had you practically panting. Had some other guy spoken to you that way, you probably would have smacked him across the face. However, you were so turned on by Simon at this very moment, your body vibrating with unspoken pleasure. You literally had to have him. Now.

“Yes”, you murmured before he pulled you back in for a searing kiss on your lips.

He backed away, smirk playing on his face and nodded towards an ajar door in a low-lit corner. You both walked over to it and stepped inside, making sure no one had noticed you. Thankfully, no did and so, you shut the door behind us but not before Simon had you pressed up against it.

His lips ravaged yours in a frenzy of teeth and tongues. God, this man was something else.

You moaned and managed to crawl up his body, using your hands to tear at his clothes while he reached beneath your tank to graze your nipples with his fingers. You hissed when he twisted them a little roughly but you didn't mind. You were too busy lost in the way his mouth was making you feel at that very moment: alive and undone.

You trailed your hands down his front to the button on his trousers, releasing it in one smooth motion. You unzipped him, all while his face was glued to yours, and reached inside to grip his cock. It felt huge in your grasp but you still were able to have a firm grip on him.

You slowly rubbed him up and down, feeling the velvety shaft jerk and twitch at your touch. He was so soft, warm and hard all at the same time. Perfection.

Your thumb skimmed over his head and you squeezed it, earning you a low, throaty growl.

Before you knew what was happening, while your hand was still slowly rubbing him, Simon threw you against the door, tearing your lips away from his. You gasped when a knee of his came up between your thighs, resting just at your cleft.

“Keep touching me like that and I'll blow all over you”, he whispered, his mouth dangerously close to your ear, as one hand pulled yours away from him.

A tingle began in your toes, travelling up your legs to land in your middle. You know, that sort of ache that has you on the brink of absolute pleasure, a budding orgasm that nearly overtakes you, forcing all of your muscles to tense up. Yeah, you were right there.

Simon's mouth felt amazing on your neck, sucking and biting. Oh, you were sure you’d have hickey tomorrow. Well, maybe a few. But you didn't care. You didn't want him to stop. You moaned and ran your free hand over his front, feeling the muscles bunch and relax beneath your touch. You wanted to see him naked however given your current situation, you would have to just deal with him being pressed up against you.

“Take these off. Now”, he ordered, tugging at your shorts, tongue darting out to lick a fiery trail under your chin as he bunched up your tank over your head. It fell to the floor in a heap.

You did as he said and he wrapped your legs around his waist.

And plunged into you.

You gasped again, using your hands to keep yourself steady against his shoulders so he wouldn't push up towards the ceiling. You could have sworn you heard the door crack though.

He thrust slowly once, twice, thrice before picking up a punishing pace. You cried out with each pump of his hips. Over his shoulder, you noticed a medium-sized wall mirror and watched yourself being fucked wantonly by this huge, muscled semi stranger. You stared at yourself in the mirror, gazing at Simon's clothed back, the way the shirt stressed dangerously across his taut back as he grunted in your ear.

He turned his head slightly and caught your eye, looking into the mirror behind you and smirked before he bit your jaw.

You pulled at his hair, clutched at his shoulders while he still hammered into you. God, it felt divine. You never wanted this to end. Not even with the way he stretched you. The burn igniting every nerve ending.

You were panting by the time his hand snaked its way down between our bodies to flick your clit. His thumb slowly massaged the little bundle of nerves and you threw your head back even more. You were so close.

“Simon”, you mewled. He circled his thumb faster and pulled away to run it along your stomach instead.

You were still close even before he started rubbing you that having his skin on yours only intensified the immense pleasure he was giving you. You didn't even know anymore. It was just something about the way he touched you that had your body on the edge of coming.

He lifted his shirt so your middles were aligned better, his hard abs pressed against your stomach. Simon then paused, your pelvic bones melded against one another, before he unwrapped your legs from around his waist to manoeuvre you into a different position. Instead of holding you up by his body to where your left foot was dangling on the floor and your right knee was up in the air. He held the bend of your knee as he started to pump, sliding in and out, slowly.

His mouth found yours as he quickened his pace, popping his hips to slam hard into you, banging you against the door. You swallowed each other's moans while your tongues tangled, clashing and fighting to reach the deepest.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders and neck, leaving little half-moons on his skin. His grip on your knee slipped onto your thigh and tightened, squeezing hard enough to make you withdraw your face from his and throw your head back to cry out. He took that opportunity to attack your neck once again, running his teeth over your sensitive skin.

His free hand felt over your bra, clasping your breast and kneading it. One of your hands landed on his and moved with it while your other one searched for your clit. You rubbed it furiously while he licked his way up your throat, adding fuel to the fire of your oncoming orgasm. You were on the brink, curling your toes, flexing and tightening your muscles as you knew the heat was about to be released, scorching every part of your body.

“I'm gonna—”, you panted, feeling the familiar tension rise up in your body, “Cum—Simon!”.

You screamed his name as the most powerful orgasm crashed over you, forcing your body to vibrate around him. You could hear your slick, wet sounds bouncing around the room and you knew you’d just squirted. You had to if his strangled groan was any indication.

His thrusts grew staggered, faster even while his hand on your breast stiffened. The tell-tale sign of his jerking cock inside of you told you that he was finished. His head fell to the crook of your shoulder while he caught his breath.

He released his hold on you but still kept your bodies intertwined. He sought out your mouth and gave you the sweetest and most passionate kiss you’d ever received. There was no tongue or even teeth in the way. No, it was just lips moulding together.

The kiss slowly died out with him pulling away.

You stared at one another while he became soft and finally, slipped out.

“That was...amazing”, he whispered and stepped back a little, “We should definitely do that again”.

You nodded mutely and stood warily, your legs weak from your orgasm and from him holding you up.

He tucked himself back into his jeans while you dressed and felt him leaking out of you.

After you were both dressed, you stood in an awkward sort of silence, each waiting for the other to say goodbye or even give out your number.

“So, this counts as a first for me”.

You cocked a brow, “What's a first?”.

He smirked, “Fucking a girl in a random closet. Like I told you. I'm a bedroom kind of guy. I wanted to fuck you in your house which I’d still like to do, but, this was our only option— For now”.

You flushed, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“Come on”, he held out his hand and gave you a charming grin.

Your brows furrowed slightly in confusion.

“Let’s go grab some food…bit out of sync for a date I know but—don’t think it really matters now does it love?”, Simon winked and leaned down, kissing your cheek candidly.

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Hey, could you do an NSFW alphabet for the marquis de gramont from John wick

Working on this now 😘🖤 xoxo

[lonewolfwriting89]

WHISKEY HIGHS

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Semi-public smut.

Summary: Your heart sped up at his comment. You’d only known him for a couple of hours and already, you wanted to jump into his bed and spend the entire day there.

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Your hands tugged at his dirty blond hair, nails scraping across his scalp as he widened your jaw even more. It felt like it was going to break but you didn't care, you wanted more of him. He started biting on your bottom lip, pulling at it, sending slight stings of pain across your flesh, igniting a spark deep in your core.

His hands swept up body, over your clothes before he slipped one hand beneath your tank, over your bare skin that felt like it was on fire. You hissed when his nails clawed at your back. It was a good pain though, one you thoroughly enjoyed. You ground yourself against him, feeling his erection and knew you were soaking wet.

Simon leaned back and began trailing his lips down your neck, first suckling on your earlobe then down to your collarbone and back up to lick lightly below your chin. You shivered and sucked in a deep breath.

Did this place have a bathroom? Or better yet, you’d both arrived in your vehicles.

He pulled back, panting, your dark red lipstick staining his lips, “Fuck me”, he muttered, his northern voice rough with lust, eyes alight with desire.

“I would love to”, you winked at him and began wiping away the evidence from his face slowly.

He glanced around you both, but nobody seemed to be interested in what you were doing; everybody else was too busy enjoying their own evenings.

“I'm more of a private—bedroom kinda guy but…”, pointed to the bulge in his trousers, at his obvious pain.

“Hmm, appears we'll have to do something about that”, you whispered sweetly and swept a delicate hand over him.

He jumped a little and you grinned. But before you could bask in your glory, one of his calloused hands travelled up your thigh to get under your shorts where his fingers trailed over the lace of your panties. You squeaked but he had placed one hand on your hip to keep you in place. You had never been touched like this before in public, the rush was intoxicating.

“Shhh love”, he commanded deeply and flicked your clit. Your leg involuntarily jerked but then he pinched you and you threw your head back sharply in pleasure.

You had your hands on his shoulders, trying to gain some sort of ground when your body began to move of its own accord, pressing into his fingers so he could have better access to your clit. Your hips were grinding on top of him while you tried to create some sort of friction since you were almost there. Your climax was so close, you were already beginning to tense up, biting your lower lip enough to where it nearly bled. You could hardly believe it, he’s barely touched you.

“Simon—”, you whispered and closed your eyes.

But he slowed down and removed his fingers.

“What?”, you asked and looked dead into his eyes. He was wearing a handsome smirk, a dimple forming in his left cheek. You grew agitated that he had you so close to coming and then ripped it away.

Before you could even open your lips to give him a mouthful, his fingers plunged into you deeply, and you came. Hard. You didn't mean to but you were already on the precipice of an orgasm that it just happened. No one has ever made you cum that quickly and with those expert fingers, you were groaning and squeezing his shoulders tightly. You threw your head back again and moaned loudly, just as the song over the speakers of the bar hit the chorus.

Wave after wave of pleasure swept through you. Your legs were jerking from the intensity of the orgasm.

“Wow”, Simon mumbled, his eyes finding yours immediately, “I could see you come like that every single day”, his voice had gotten deeper with each word, desire dripping on the end of each syllable.

Your heart sped up at his comment. You’d only known him for a couple of hours and already, you wanted to jump into his bed and spend the entire day there.

“Th-thanks”, you felt your cheeks flush with heat.

“No love”, he gave a cheeky smile, “Thank you”, he growled before picking you up so you were both standing.

“Like I said, I'm a bedroom kinda guy but a bathroom in this case will do. But don't worry, I plan on fucking you at your house”, he promised, an evil glint to his eyes.

You gulped and numbly nodded, “This isn't a one-time thing?", you asked as he guided you towards the back of the bar where several doors lined the walls.

He abruptly halted, his large hand enveloping mine, “It—It doesn't have to be”.

“But, we barely know each other”, you started, your brain vomiting words but he interrupted you.

“And yet, I'm willing to fuck you in a place I've never fucked anyone before. But I'm also sure you're more than willing to be fucked just as much as I want to fuck you”, he ran his tongue over his bottom lip slowly, eyes raking over your body, “I'm pretty sure you want me to fuck you right now, don't you?”.

His words had you practically panting. Had some other guy spoken to you that way, you probably would have smacked him across the face. However, you were so turned on by Simon at this very moment, your body vibrating with unspoken pleasure. You literally had to have him. Now.

“Yes”, you murmured before he pulled you back in for a searing kiss on your lips.

He backed away, smirk playing on his face and nodded towards an ajar door in a low-lit corner. You both walked over to it and stepped inside, making sure no one had noticed you. Thankfully, no did and so, you shut the door behind us but not before Simon had you pressed up against it.

His lips ravaged yours in a frenzy of teeth and tongues. God, this man was something else.

You moaned and managed to crawl up his body, using your hands to tear at his clothes while he reached beneath your tank to graze your nipples with his fingers. You hissed when he twisted them a little roughly but you didn't mind. You were too busy lost in the way his mouth was making you feel at that very moment: alive and undone.

You trailed your hands down his front to the button on his trousers, releasing it in one smooth motion. You unzipped him, all while his face was glued to yours, and reached inside to grip his cock. It felt huge in your grasp but you still were able to have a firm grip on him.

You slowly rubbed him up and down, feeling the velvety shaft jerk and twitch at your touch. He was so soft, warm and hard all at the same time. Perfection.

Your thumb skimmed over his head and you squeezed it, earning you a low, throaty growl.

Before you knew what was happening, while your hand was still slowly rubbing him, Simon threw you against the door, tearing your lips away from his. You gasped when a knee of his came up between your thighs, resting just at your cleft.

“Keep touching me like that and I'll blow all over you”, he whispered, his mouth dangerously close to your ear, as one hand pulled yours away from him.

A tingle began in your toes, travelling up your legs to land in your middle. You know, that sort of ache that has you on the brink of absolute pleasure, a budding orgasm that nearly overtakes you, forcing all of your muscles to tense up. Yeah, you were right there.

Simon's mouth felt amazing on your neck, sucking and biting. Oh, you were sure you’d have hickey tomorrow. Well, maybe a few. But you didn't care. You didn't want him to stop. You moaned and ran your free hand over his front, feeling the muscles bunch and relax beneath your touch. You wanted to see him naked however given your current situation, you would have to just deal with him being pressed up against you.

“Take these off. Now”, he ordered, tugging at your shorts, tongue darting out to lick a fiery trail under your chin as he bunched up your tank over your head. It fell to the floor in a heap.

You did as he said and he wrapped your legs around his waist.

And plunged into you.

You gasped again, using your hands to keep yourself steady against his shoulders so he wouldn't push up towards the ceiling. You could have sworn you heard the door crack though.

He thrust slowly once, twice, thrice before picking up a punishing pace. You cried out with each pump of his hips. Over his shoulder, you noticed a medium-sized wall mirror and watched yourself being fucked wantonly by this huge, muscled semi stranger. You stared at yourself in the mirror, gazing at Simon's clothed back, the way the shirt stressed dangerously across his taut back as he grunted in your ear.

He turned his head slightly and caught your eye, looking into the mirror behind you and smirked before he bit your jaw.

You pulled at his hair, clutched at his shoulders while he still hammered into you. God, it felt divine. You never wanted this to end. Not even with the way he stretched you. The burn igniting every nerve ending.

You were panting by the time his hand snaked its way down between our bodies to flick your clit. His thumb slowly massaged the little bundle of nerves and you threw your head back even more. You were so close.

“Simon”, you mewled. He circled his thumb faster and pulled away to run it along your stomach instead.

You were still close even before he started rubbing you that having his skin on yours only intensified the immense pleasure he was giving you. You didn't even know anymore. It was just something about the way he touched you that had your body on the edge of coming.

He lifted his shirt so your middles were aligned better, his hard abs pressed against your stomach. Simon then paused, your pelvic bones melded against one another, before he unwrapped your legs from around his waist to manoeuvre you into a different position. Instead of holding you up by his body to where your left foot was dangling on the floor and your right knee was up in the air. He held the bend of your knee as he started to pump, sliding in and out, slowly.

His mouth found yours as he quickened his pace, popping his hips to slam hard into you, banging you against the door. You swallowed each other's moans while your tongues tangled, clashing and fighting to reach the deepest.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders and neck, leaving little half-moons on his skin. His grip on your knee slipped onto your thigh and tightened, squeezing hard enough to make you withdraw your face from his and throw your head back to cry out. He took that opportunity to attack your neck once again, running his teeth over your sensitive skin.

His free hand felt over your bra, clasping your breast and kneading it. One of your hands landed on his and moved with it while your other one searched for your clit. You rubbed it furiously while he licked his way up your throat, adding fuel to the fire of your oncoming orgasm. You were on the brink, curling your toes, flexing and tightening your muscles as you knew the heat was about to be released, scorching every part of your body.

“I'm gonna—”, you panted, feeling the familiar tension rise up in your body, “Cum—Simon!”.

You screamed his name as the most powerful orgasm crashed over you, forcing your body to vibrate around him. You could hear your slick, wet sounds bouncing around the room and you knew you’d just squirted. You had to if his strangled groan was any indication.

His thrusts grew staggered, faster even while his hand on your breast stiffened. The tell-tale sign of his jerking cock inside of you told you that he was finished. His head fell to the crook of your shoulder while he caught his breath.

He released his hold on you but still kept your bodies intertwined. He sought out your mouth and gave you the sweetest and most passionate kiss you’d ever received. There was no tongue or even teeth in the way. No, it was just lips moulding together.

The kiss slowly died out with him pulling away.

You stared at one another while he became soft and finally, slipped out.

“That was...amazing”, he whispered and stepped back a little, “We should definitely do that again”.

You nodded mutely and stood warily, your legs weak from your orgasm and from him holding you up.

He tucked himself back into his jeans while you dressed and felt him leaking out of you.

After you were both dressed, you stood in an awkward sort of silence, each waiting for the other to say goodbye or even give out your number.

“So, this counts as a first for me”.

You cocked a brow, “What's a first?”.

He smirked, “Fucking a girl in a random closet. Like I told you. I'm a bedroom kind of guy. I wanted to fuck you in your house which I’d still like to do, but, this was our only option— For now”.

You flushed, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“Come on”, he held out his hand and gave you a charming grin.

Your brows furrowed slightly in confusion.

“Let’s go grab some food…bit out of sync for a date I know but—don’t think it really matters now does it love?”, Simon winked and leaned down, kissing your cheek candidly.

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[lonewolfwriting89]

WITCHCRAFT

Demon!Simon Riley x Witch!Reader

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Demon/Witch AU.

Summary: “You want to control me”, he growled, “You won't succeed”, he snarled, almost snapping his lips, “Little witch”.

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If one thing could be said about the exchanges between the two of you in that corner booth that evening, it would be called a dance of minds and souls. Simon’s eyes bored into you as he took in the scent of the drink, enjoying the mingling of the ingredients while checking for anything mind-altering. Your smile and soothing voice worked to tear down his own defences. You talked as you drank, never looking away from each other, always smiling. The words were simply a show. The real exchange was going on unspoken in your eyes. You both knew as soon as you sat down what would happen. As soon as the drinks were finished the invite back to your place was given and accepted. You paid the tabs and walked out together, into the night and into your mutual lust.

You both stepped into your house; a tangle of arms, legs, and lips. His hands held you close as your skirt was hiked up inch by inch. You wrapped one leg around him, grinding against him as you held onto him with one hand and worked at opening his pants with the other. You managed to free his stiffened member just as he was able to lift you to your waist, revealing your tantalisingly dripping slit. He could smell your arousal and feel the moisture as you teased his hardness, your hand working his shaft as you brought the head against your opening without letting it in.

You became slicker at the sound of his frustrated growl, knowing he wanted to be inside you. You admitted to yourself, judging by the length and girth of his cock, that once you did let him into your tight core it would be an overwhelming sensation. You knew it would make you feel full and pleased. You giggled seductively as he growled louder, biting into your neck and trying harder to force his way into you. Finally you squeezed his shaft and looked him in the eyes, holding his hardness against your pussy.

“Do you want it”, you asked, knowing perfectly well from the fire in his darkened eyes that he was ready to take you as hard as possible and at any cost. He nodded slowly, entirely aware of the throbbing in his own shaft and the wetness awaiting him.

You smiled and released your hand, quickly latching onto his shoulder and moaning as Simon drove into you, penetrating deep into you with every inch of his cock, grunting at the unexpected tightness of your velvet walls. Growling, he pulled himself back and thrust in again, pinning you against the wall as he lifted your legs around him. You moaned again as he impaled you on his hardness, relishing in the sensation of his shaft filling your wet and eager pussy.

It took everything you had to remember you were here, pinned to this wall, allowing this man into your body for a reason. You needed a victim, a puppet. As he thrust into you, he guided you up and down the length of his cock, panting as he violated your insides over and over. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself tight against him, riding his shaft with all your strength.

The first step was to make him eager to release his seed inside you. You needed to tease and tempt Simon until his mind was too clouded to resist your will. You tightened your walls around his shaft, letting gravity and his thrusts drive him deep into you until the head of his member kissed your cervix. The sensation he caused was phenomenal. As you panted and moaned, you fought to maintain your own mind against the overwhelming lust.

Finally, after a barrage of lustful, intoxicating thrusts, you felt what you were after. His cock was swelling up within you, pulsing against your insides and hardening even more. He was about to cum. You quickly reached down between you both and squeezed his shaft again, ensuring not even a drop of seed would escape into you without your say-so. Gripping him tight, you slid yourself down to your hand and sat still on his member, grinning wickedly as you looked into his eyes.

You could see the desire behind them, the passion in his soul and the eagerness to leave his mark. Slowly you shook your head and climbed off, moaning under your breath as his thick, throbbing shaft left you. Stepping behind him, you wrapped your arms around his waist and explored with one hand while the other held tight, chuckling in his ear as you stroked him slowly.

“You have to earn the right to cum inside me”, you whispered teasingly in his ear, stroking a bit faster. He growled as you stroked him, knowing he wouldn't be able to fight for long. Your hands moved like silky constructs of pleasure, one moving along the length of his shaft as the other explored him, then rested below his cock, cupping and massaging his balls. Simon’s head lolled back as his moans grew louder, his hands reaching back and gripping your firm ass. Feeling yourself dampen more at the feel of his hands and the simple desire for more of him, you stroked faster as he hardened and pulsed. You peered around him to watch your delicate hands work, eager to see his load all over your palm and fingers.

“Do it”, you said, “Cum all over my hands”.

Your hot breath teased his neck as you spoke, your hands unrelenting. It didn't take long for your efforts to come to fruition. After only a few more strokes he groaned as his load released onto your waiting hands, coating them with hot, sticky seed. Smirking and wetter than ever, you stepped back and examined the fluid on your fingers. It was warm and tingled just a little. As he turned to regard you, you brought your hand to your mouth and licked some of the seed off her fingers, slowly cleaning your hand with your tongue for him to watch.

You smiled up at him as you licked the last of the cum from your fingers, knowing you had him right where you wanted him. Next you would lead him to the bed and make him devour your pussy, then tie him to the headboard and ride him until you had everything you needed to control him for good. At least, that is what you thought would happen.

You approached him, reaching to take his hand and lead him to his fate. As soon as you were within reach, however, things changed. The weakened, limped man you were preparing to command was suddenly strong and fiery again. He grabbed hold of your wrist and pulled you against himself, turning you around so your rear was firmly against his thick shaft. Holding you tight Simon reached down with one hand and unzipped your skirt, letting it fall to the ground at your feet, revealing your unrestrained lower half. Growling in your ear, he reached between your legs and ran a finger along your wet slit, teasing you mercilessly.

“Now it's your turn”, he said in a low voice by your ear. His finger found and slowly rubbed your sensitive clit as he listened closely to your responses. His grip slowly loosened on your wrist as you stopped struggling and started giving in to the intense pleasure. He slipped his now free hand under your top and cupped your supple breast, squeezing and massaging as his other hand slipped a finger into your soaked opening, his thumb taking over the duty of rubbing your tender clit.

You moaned as Simon worked you, your sounds like a fine wine to his ears. He massaged your breast deeper, slipping another finger into you. You moaned louder as he worked you, losing your battle to maintain composure and allowing your hands to explore and grip madly. One silky hand found itself atop his strong hand between your legs, holding it against you as you bucked instinctively against his movements. The other hand made its way to the back of his head and laced its fingers through his hair, holding him to you as best you could.

The sensations doubled as you felt him press against you from behind, his cock stiffening again while pressing against your ass. Moaning, you found yourself unable to speak as he returned the favour you had given him. Working you faster, Simon hooked his fingers, seeking and probing your g-spot at the same time as his thumb worked your clit, driving you into a frenzy of lust.

“Cum”, he whispered into your ear before biting into your neck, pinching your nipple and working you faster. Your hips bucked wildly and without shame now as you spiralled toward orgasm. His grip, his breath, his words, all seemed to have some mind-numbing effect. Finally your eyes rolled back and you screamed in pleasure, releasing, as your orgasm rocked your body right at the moment that he pulled his hand away. Panting and blushing, you looked down to see the results of his attack. His hand was clean of your slick, which had instead covered your legs and spattered onto the floor. You could hear him chuckling behind you.

“You’re a filthy little minx”, he said, looking over your shoulder at the puddle. Your face and chest burned red as you blushed at his words. Who was this man? How was he able to affect you like that? Taking you, making you cum without your permission, commanding you; it was all unacceptable. You would make him your puppet now and make him suffer for days before giving him another release. You stood a moment, soaking in the embarrassment as he took a towel from your kitchen and wiped his hand clean.

When he returned, once again perfectly erect and ready to violate you again, you were naked and ready for him. You lead him teasingly to the bedroom, swaying your hips wide. At one point you stopped short and let him bump into you. You reached back between your own legs and grabbed hold of his cock, taking him by surprise as you bent forward and guided him into you. You moaned low as you felt him slide into you, but you kept your mind this time. You rocked back and forth a few times, letting him rest his hands on your lush hips as your wetness coated his cock.

You had to admit, you loved the feel of him inside your pussy. As Simon began to thrust into you, you picked up the pace until you knew he would be well coated, then jerked forward to remove him from you. Before he had time to push it back in, you grabbed his length again and forced him into yourself again, this time into the even tighter bud of your ass. He clenched his fingers hard into your flesh as he groaned, sparing no time in his efforts to take this hole as well. His cock throbbed as he began thrusting into your ass, panting hard as you both moved. Your moans grew loud and passionate as you straightened up, your hands exploring your own body as he took you.

The thrusting grew harder and faster, Simon’s groans devolving into growls of sheer pleasure. You could feel every pulsing inch of him as he drilled into you. You worked in constant rhythm with his thrusts, pressing your ass back against him as Simon thrust deep. Moaning, you felt yourself nearing another orgasm as he began to swell inside you. You knew you couldn't let him cum inside you yet. If you didn't have him bound to your bed when he seeded you the spell would never take. Panting and moaning, you let your own orgasm wash over you again, coating your legs with more of your slick as you felt him harden and pulse, nearing his own climax.

You thrust back faster, waiting until the pivotal moment then pulling off and letting his seed shoot instead onto the small of your back. You loved the feeling of his cum landing on your back and dripping down towards your ass, moaning in bliss. Again you felt the warmth of his release and the odd tingle that came with this one.

Panting and red, you lead him the rest of the distance to the bed, taking in the feel of your victim's cum on your back, seeping down over your ass. You opened the door with a flourish, revealing a beautiful canopied bed. Turning to face him, you saw the lust in his eyes which you swore for a split second flickered black but it must have been a trick of the light. He definitely wanted to have more, and he would. Reaching down to his girthy cock, you stroked him to firmness again before pulling off his pants. You fell to your knees and took him into your mouth, tasting the first couple rounds of excitement on him. You watched his face contort in more pleasure.

Simon’s shirt came off with ease, revealing his stern musculature. As soon as you were sure he was ready to give in, you pulled away and bounded onto the bed. Arms and legs both spread, you invited him to come and do to you, everything you both wanted him to do.

He needed no prompting. As soon as the words left your mouth he was on the bed and on top of you, forcing his swollen shaft into your sweet slit again. Grunting as he began to thrust, he made every effort to listen to your moans, taking in the sight and sound of your ecstasy. In little to no time at all you were both thrusting hard and fast against one another, seeming to compete to be the first to cause climax.

“Please”, you panted, feeling your skin shine with sweat, “Let me ride you”.

In a swift motion of thrust and roll, you were atop him, his hands firmly gripping your hips as he guided you somewhat carefully along his shaft. Seemingly out of nowhere, a purple silk scarf was produced and tied around his wrists. You had to work fast. He felt amazing inside you and this meant if you didn't hurry you'd forget all about the spell. The scarf was tied to the headboard of the bed and the spell commenced.

You had to get him to release inside you, then collect the fluid to mix in with some exotic ingredients you’d spent a good few months seeking out. You would then be able to recite the incantation and make him your willing slave. You unleashed your arsenal of passion, riding him as hard as you could, grinding your tight pussy on his cock, your hands locking together over your head as you moaned and panted.

“I know what you're doing”, Simon growled. You stopped your attack and looked down at his face. There was a knowing, wicked grin and his eyes seemed to glow now. An almost unearthly colour.

“So do I”, you attempted innocently, “I'm showing a man with the most amazing cock the best night of his life”, you tried to regain your prowess and began riding again, squeezing your walls tight around his shaft to try to make him cum faster. Eager for him to succumb to the euphoric feeling.

“You want to control me”, he growled, “You won't succeed”, he snarled, almost snapping his lips, “Little witch”.

With renewed strength he ripped the material of the scarf in two and lunged forward, flipping you onto your back and thrusting deep. You moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure as you fell onto your back, followed by him driving his cock in until it penetrated up into your womb. Holding himself deep inside you, his hardness pressed into the deepest reaches of your body. He growled low and leaned in close, his eyes gleaming.

“What...what are you?”, you asked, both aroused and terrified. You feared for your life, but you couldn’t fight the sudden desire for more. The only thing more intoxicating than his actions before was him now. Simon had overcome your own powers and was overwhelming you with just the energy he was emitting. You felt certain you would be dead by morning, but you didn't care. You hated yourself for it, but you had to have more.

“A demon”, he whispered darkly in your ear, “You want my seed…to enslave me…”, he laughed patronisingly, “Oh little witch, I will fill you with so much seed you will swell and have no room for anything else”, he nipped your pulse hard causing you to gasp loudly, “But you will not enslave me…your incantation is all—wrong”.

With this last word he pulled back and thrust again, penetrating once again into your womb. Unable to speak anymore above the ecstasy, you moaned loud, hating yourself for loving it all so much. Simon’s thrusts became harder and faster than before, his strong hands holding you down by your wrists, not allowing you to go anywhere he didn't want you. His growling grew louder and more arousing. You felt yourself gushing around his cock as he violated you.

Never before had you been on the receiving end of such control. You tried to hate it, but it was a drug to you now. You wanted him to fill you, to make you his vessel for every drop of his seed. As he took her deep and hard, you couldn't help begging for more.

“Please”, you moaned, “Please cum—Fuck— I want your cum deep inside me”.

Your face burned hot as the words came out. You didn't care for any of the consequences. You wanted his seed within you more than you wanted anything else in life. Your pleas only lead to harder and deeper thrusting as the Simon’s cock pulsed again and began swelling inside you. You prayed it wouldn't be long before he released.

“First you”, he panted, clearly holding himself back, “You cum for Master”.

Somehow his words drove you over. You couldn't resist him any longer. You had to obey. Your body going red with blush, you screamed out in pleasure as yet another orgasm took you, coating the Demon's cock in your slick. Thrusting in deep, the Demon unleashed his own climax, pumping what felt like gallons of hot seed into your pussy. The seed poured into your womb, hotter than the previous loads and tingling in a disturbing yet arousing way. Finally containing the seed you sought, you allowed yourself to slowly begin drifting off to sleep.

You never made it to sleep, though. You found yourself jostled awake as he lifted you onto his lap, moving you up and down his rock hard shaft again. His eyes glowed a deep red now, boring into your soul as he gazed at you. You tried to force yourself off of him so you could sleep, but he only redoubled his movements, taking you again and again.

“Please”, you begged, “I can’t take anymore”, you looked pleadingly into his glaring red eyes, not wanting to admit that his mercilessness was only making you wetter.

“We're nowhere near done, little witch”, Simon said, grinning wickedly as a jolt of energy seemed to erupt into your back from one of his fingers and you found yourself wide awake and moving with him. You gripped his shoulders and began riding hard, thinking only of his pleasure. With each thrust he impaled you again, the cum already filling you, soaking his cock. His erection never wavered as he slammed into you, visibly enjoying the sight and sound of you giving your body over to him. Harder and harder you rode him, panting and moaning, begging for more. You followed his every command, crying out for his seed to shoot again into you.

“Say it”, he demanded, “Say it and I'll let you have more”, he thrust harder, swelling again, knowing you were inches away from another mind-numbing orgasm.

“Please”, your voice cracked, “Please Master”, you begged, blushing as the words flowed so readily from your mouth. You moaned loudly, trembling with your biggest orgasm yet. You tried to beg again as you knew he wanted, but you had lost your words and could only mewl as he pounded into you more and more. You screamed in joy as his teeth sank into your shoulder and his seed blasted again into your womb, spilling out into your pussy. You panted in ecstasy as his hot load pumped into you.

Finally he pulled out of you and stepped away to the kitchen for a drink, ordering you to stay put and keep ready for the next round. You laid on the bed, unable to move even if you'd wanted to, watching the perfect form of this creature you had brought into your home. His cock still stood perfectly erect, as if it was completely unfazed by all the loads it had already given you. The Demon stood before your fridge, choosing and downing a drink.

As the Demon drank, you decided that you may be wise to find a spell to command him quicker than the usual one. You rolled over onto your hands and knees, pushing yourself up unsteadily. You shakily crawled to the head of the bed and found your spell book. Rifling through the pages, you never heard Simon walk up behind you. A hand came from nowhere and tossed away the book as his weight settled on the bed again behind you, his other hand on your back, holding you in place.

“Look at you, all ready and waiting for me”, he said, grinding the length of his shaft along your bud, “Very well, little witch…I will fill all of you until there's nothing left”.

Gripping your sides he pulled you back as his shaft pierced your ass for a second time and impaled you deep. The hot, tingling seed seeping out of your slit ran down your leg as you were thrust into again. Your fists clutched the pillow before you as you began to scream out in the same mix of pain and pleasure. No matter what he did to you, you loved it. He smacked your ass hard, an imprint appearing on your flesh. Thrusting again and again into you, chuckling to himself as he saw your reactions.

On his orders you reached between your legs and swept up a handful of his seed and licked it, confessing shamelessly how much you loved his taste. As sweat began to drip down your frame, he took you harder and faster, making sure your tight ass would recognise that you was his just as your pussy had. Faster and faster the thrusts came, orders flowing from him like the seed you wanted. You followed every order to the letter, fingering yourself, tasting the fluids, begging for more, anything he wanted you to do.

At last, after an onslaught of powerful, deep thrusts, he came again, filling your tight ass with his seed. The hot, tingling fluid flowing into your ass and pushed you into yet another powerful orgasm.

Your screams and moans filled the house as, time and again, he ravaged your body and came in and on you. Simon filled your ass and pussy until his efforts to enter you caused his seed to spill out, then began on your mouth. He ordered you to taste him again and again, telling you to describe how much you loved the taste, and you did. His seed was like the finest wine to your waiting mouth. Fingering yourself furiously, you serviced him over and over, with your mouth until you were full.

Once you could swallow no more, you begged him to move on to something else. Laughing at your protests, he agreed and laid back, ordering you to use your breasts to service him. You obediently slipped his cock between your breasts and worked along his shaft, occasionally swiping your tongue over the head, until at last he spilled another load, coating your face and chest with his cum.

In the predawn light you laid on the bed, weak and willing, eager for more despite your swollen body protesting. You begged him for more, promising to fulfil any wishes he had. The Demon, standing by the window, turned to you. He was still hard and ready. His eyes examined your exhausted body. You was coated head to toe in sweat and cum. He grinned and nodded slowly. He came to the bed and took you one last time, making sure to use each hole over and over, thrusting hard and fast until you both came hard again. You collapsed with this final orgasm, too weak to move, relishing in the hot tingle of his seed within you, hoping there would be some way to always hold onto this feeling.

As you laid there, you watched him slowly clean and dress himself. He then regarded you from beside the bed. He knelt down and looked you in the eyes, they’d returned to their usual colour, only a slight red tinge circling the iris’.

“Y’know…in my world”, he said to you, “Attempting to control one of ‘us’ is an automatic execution. But you are by far one of the best I've ever had. You won't be able to control me, ever, but I won't kill you - oh no little witch. If you ever want more, you’ll know where to find me”.

He stood and walked out the door without another word. As the morning sun came through the window and bathed you in light, you felt a terrifying sensation. You looked at the bed. Smoke was coming from it, and from you. Every place in your home, on you, and inside you began spewing smoke. Your insides were tingling and heated as it felt like the gallons of seed he filled you with seemed to boil away.

Every last drop of him was being removed from your stomach, your womb, your ass, everywhere. The feeling terrified and aroused you. As the boiling continued you writhed and moaned in the bed, gripping the covers until your knuckles turned white. At last, as the last of his essence boiled away, you reached another orgasm and lapsed immediately into sleep, dreaming of your Demon Master. Simon.

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Two weeks later, you stepped into the bar wearing a daring black dress, leaving little to the imagination. You sat at the bar and ordered a drink, then looked around the room. Nothing but weaklings and children. None would compare to the creature that had violated you so wonderfully. Finally your eyes rested on the corner booth where you met him. It appeared empty. You looked down into your drink and sighed heavily. If only you could get him one more time. A sudden warm breeze stirred you and you looked up again. There he was, sitting in the booth, arms spread along the back of the seating, watching you intensely, wearing a devilishly handsome smug smirk.

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[lonewolfwriting89]

WHISKEY HIGHS

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Semi-public smut.

Summary: Your heart sped up at his comment. You’d only known him for a couple of hours and already, you wanted to jump into his bed and spend the entire day there.

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Your hands tugged at his dirty blond hair, nails scraping across his scalp as he widened your jaw even more. It felt like it was going to break but you didn't care, you wanted more of him. He started biting on your bottom lip, pulling at it, sending slight stings of pain across your flesh, igniting a spark deep in your core.

His hands swept up body, over your clothes before he slipped one hand beneath your tank, over your bare skin that felt like it was on fire. You hissed when his nails clawed at your back. It was a good pain though, one you thoroughly enjoyed. You ground yourself against him, feeling his erection and knew you were soaking wet.

Simon leaned back and began trailing his lips down your neck, first suckling on your earlobe then down to your collarbone and back up to lick lightly below your chin. You shivered and sucked in a deep breath.

Did this place have a bathroom? Or better yet, you’d both arrived in your vehicles.

He pulled back, panting, your dark red lipstick staining his lips, “Fuck me”, he muttered, his northern voice rough with lust, eyes alight with desire.

“I would love to”, you winked at him and began wiping away the evidence from his face slowly.

He glanced around you both, but nobody seemed to be interested in what you were doing; everybody else was too busy enjoying their own evenings.

“I'm more of a private—bedroom kinda guy but…”, pointed to the bulge in his trousers, at his obvious pain.

“Hmm, appears we'll have to do something about that”, you whispered sweetly and swept a delicate hand over him.

He jumped a little and you grinned. But before you could bask in your glory, one of his calloused hands travelled up your thigh to get under your shorts where his fingers trailed over the lace of your panties. You squeaked but he had placed one hand on your hip to keep you in place. You had never been touched like this before in public, the rush was intoxicating.

“Shhh love”, he commanded deeply and flicked your clit. Your leg involuntarily jerked but then he pinched you and you threw your head back sharply in pleasure.

You had your hands on his shoulders, trying to gain some sort of ground when your body began to move of its own accord, pressing into his fingers so he could have better access to your clit. Your hips were grinding on top of him while you tried to create some sort of friction since you were almost there. Your climax was so close, you were already beginning to tense up, biting your lower lip enough to where it nearly bled. You could hardly believe it, he’s barely touched you.

“Simon—”, you whispered and closed your eyes.

But he slowed down and removed his fingers.

“What?”, you asked and looked dead into his eyes. He was wearing a handsome smirk, a dimple forming in his left cheek. You grew agitated that he had you so close to coming and then ripped it away.

Before you could even open your lips to give him a mouthful, his fingers plunged into you deeply, and you came. Hard. You didn't mean to but you were already on the precipice of an orgasm that it just happened. No one has ever made you cum that quickly and with those expert fingers, you were groaning and squeezing his shoulders tightly. You threw your head back again and moaned loudly, just as the song over the speakers of the bar hit the chorus.

Wave after wave of pleasure swept through you. Your legs were jerking from the intensity of the orgasm.

“Wow”, Simon mumbled, his eyes finding yours immediately, “I could see you come like that every single day”, his voice had gotten deeper with each word, desire dripping on the end of each syllable.

Your heart sped up at his comment. You’d only known him for a couple of hours and already, you wanted to jump into his bed and spend the entire day there.

“Th-thanks”, you felt your cheeks flush with heat.

“No love”, he gave a cheeky smile, “Thank you”, he growled before picking you up so you were both standing.

“Like I said, I'm a bedroom kinda guy but a bathroom in this case will do. But don't worry, I plan on fucking you at your house”, he promised, an evil glint to his eyes.

You gulped and numbly nodded, “This isn't a one-time thing?", you asked as he guided you towards the back of the bar where several doors lined the walls.

He abruptly halted, his large hand enveloping mine, “It—It doesn't have to be”.

“But, we barely know each other”, you started, your brain vomiting words but he interrupted you.

“And yet, I'm willing to fuck you in a place I've never fucked anyone before. But I'm also sure you're more than willing to be fucked just as much as I want to fuck you”, he ran his tongue over his bottom lip slowly, eyes raking over your body, “I'm pretty sure you want me to fuck you right now, don't you?”.

His words had you practically panting. Had some other guy spoken to you that way, you probably would have smacked him across the face. However, you were so turned on by Simon at this very moment, your body vibrating with unspoken pleasure. You literally had to have him. Now.

“Yes”, you murmured before he pulled you back in for a searing kiss on your lips.

He backed away, smirk playing on his face and nodded towards an ajar door in a low-lit corner. You both walked over to it and stepped inside, making sure no one had noticed you. Thankfully, no did and so, you shut the door behind us but not before Simon had you pressed up against it.

His lips ravaged yours in a frenzy of teeth and tongues. God, this man was something else.

You moaned and managed to crawl up his body, using your hands to tear at his clothes while he reached beneath your tank to graze your nipples with his fingers. You hissed when he twisted them a little roughly but you didn't mind. You were too busy lost in the way his mouth was making you feel at that very moment: alive and undone.

You trailed your hands down his front to the button on his trousers, releasing it in one smooth motion. You unzipped him, all while his face was glued to yours, and reached inside to grip his cock. It felt huge in your grasp but you still were able to have a firm grip on him.

You slowly rubbed him up and down, feeling the velvety shaft jerk and twitch at your touch. He was so soft, warm and hard all at the same time. Perfection.

Your thumb skimmed over his head and you squeezed it, earning you a low, throaty growl.

Before you knew what was happening, while your hand was still slowly rubbing him, Simon threw you against the door, tearing your lips away from his. You gasped when a knee of his came up between your thighs, resting just at your cleft.

“Keep touching me like that and I'll blow all over you”, he whispered, his mouth dangerously close to your ear, as one hand pulled yours away from him.

A tingle began in your toes, travelling up your legs to land in your middle. You know, that sort of ache that has you on the brink of absolute pleasure, a budding orgasm that nearly overtakes you, forcing all of your muscles to tense up. Yeah, you were right there.

Simon's mouth felt amazing on your neck, sucking and biting. Oh, you were sure you’d have hickey tomorrow. Well, maybe a few. But you didn't care. You didn't want him to stop. You moaned and ran your free hand over his front, feeling the muscles bunch and relax beneath your touch. You wanted to see him naked however given your current situation, you would have to just deal with him being pressed up against you.

“Take these off. Now”, he ordered, tugging at your shorts, tongue darting out to lick a fiery trail under your chin as he bunched up your tank over your head. It fell to the floor in a heap.

You did as he said and he wrapped your legs around his waist.

And plunged into you.

You gasped again, using your hands to keep yourself steady against his shoulders so he wouldn't push up towards the ceiling. You could have sworn you heard the door crack though.

He thrust slowly once, twice, thrice before picking up a punishing pace. You cried out with each pump of his hips. Over his shoulder, you noticed a medium-sized wall mirror and watched yourself being fucked wantonly by this huge, muscled semi stranger. You stared at yourself in the mirror, gazing at Simon's clothed back, the way the shirt stressed dangerously across his taut back as he grunted in your ear.

He turned his head slightly and caught your eye, looking into the mirror behind you and smirked before he bit your jaw.

You pulled at his hair, clutched at his shoulders while he still hammered into you. God, it felt divine. You never wanted this to end. Not even with the way he stretched you. The burn igniting every nerve ending.

You were panting by the time his hand snaked its way down between our bodies to flick your clit. His thumb slowly massaged the little bundle of nerves and you threw your head back even more. You were so close.

“Simon”, you mewled. He circled his thumb faster and pulled away to run it along your stomach instead.

You were still close even before he started rubbing you that having his skin on yours only intensified the immense pleasure he was giving you. You didn't even know anymore. It was just something about the way he touched you that had your body on the edge of coming.

He lifted his shirt so your middles were aligned better, his hard abs pressed against your stomach. Simon then paused, your pelvic bones melded against one another, before he unwrapped your legs from around his waist to manoeuvre you into a different position. Instead of holding you up by his body to where your left foot was dangling on the floor and your right knee was up in the air. He held the bend of your knee as he started to pump, sliding in and out, slowly.

His mouth found yours as he quickened his pace, popping his hips to slam hard into you, banging you against the door. You swallowed each other's moans while your tongues tangled, clashing and fighting to reach the deepest.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders and neck, leaving little half-moons on his skin. His grip on your knee slipped onto your thigh and tightened, squeezing hard enough to make you withdraw your face from his and throw your head back to cry out. He took that opportunity to attack your neck once again, running his teeth over your sensitive skin.

His free hand felt over your bra, clasping your breast and kneading it. One of your hands landed on his and moved with it while your other one searched for your clit. You rubbed it furiously while he licked his way up your throat, adding fuel to the fire of your oncoming orgasm. You were on the brink, curling your toes, flexing and tightening your muscles as you knew the heat was about to be released, scorching every part of your body.

“I'm gonna—”, you panted, feeling the familiar tension rise up in your body, “Cum—Simon!”.

You screamed his name as the most powerful orgasm crashed over you, forcing your body to vibrate around him. You could hear your slick, wet sounds bouncing around the room and you knew you’d just squirted. You had to if his strangled groan was any indication.

His thrusts grew staggered, faster even while his hand on your breast stiffened. The tell-tale sign of his jerking cock inside of you told you that he was finished. His head fell to the crook of your shoulder while he caught his breath.

He released his hold on you but still kept your bodies intertwined. He sought out your mouth and gave you the sweetest and most passionate kiss you’d ever received. There was no tongue or even teeth in the way. No, it was just lips moulding together.

The kiss slowly died out with him pulling away.

You stared at one another while he became soft and finally, slipped out.

“That was...amazing”, he whispered and stepped back a little, “We should definitely do that again”.

You nodded mutely and stood warily, your legs weak from your orgasm and from him holding you up.

He tucked himself back into his jeans while you dressed and felt him leaking out of you.

After you were both dressed, you stood in an awkward sort of silence, each waiting for the other to say goodbye or even give out your number.

“So, this counts as a first for me”.

You cocked a brow, “What's a first?”.

He smirked, “Fucking a girl in a random closet. Like I told you. I'm a bedroom kind of guy. I wanted to fuck you in your house which I’d still like to do, but, this was our only option— For now”.

You flushed, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“Come on”, he held out his hand and gave you a charming grin.

Your brows furrowed slightly in confusion.

“Let’s go grab some food…bit out of sync for a date I know but—don’t think it really matters now does it love?”, Simon winked and leaned down, kissing your cheek candidly.

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[lonewolfwriting89]

WHISKEY HIGHS

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Semi-public smut.

Summary: Your heart sped up at his comment. You’d only known him for a couple of hours and already, you wanted to jump into his bed and spend the entire day there.

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Your hands tugged at his dirty blond hair, nails scraping across his scalp as he widened your jaw even more. It felt like it was going to break but you didn't care, you wanted more of him. He started biting on your bottom lip, pulling at it, sending slight stings of pain across your flesh, igniting a spark deep in your core.

His hands swept up body, over your clothes before he slipped one hand beneath your tank, over your bare skin that felt like it was on fire. You hissed when his nails clawed at your back. It was a good pain though, one you thoroughly enjoyed. You ground yourself against him, feeling his erection and knew you were soaking wet.

Simon leaned back and began trailing his lips down your neck, first suckling on your earlobe then down to your collarbone and back up to lick lightly below your chin. You shivered and sucked in a deep breath.

Did this place have a bathroom? Or better yet, you’d both arrived in your vehicles.

He pulled back, panting, your dark red lipstick staining his lips, “Fuck me”, he muttered, his northern voice rough with lust, eyes alight with desire.

“I would love to”, you winked at him and began wiping away the evidence from his face slowly.

He glanced around you both, but nobody seemed to be interested in what you were doing; everybody else was too busy enjoying their own evenings.

“I'm more of a private—bedroom kinda guy but…”, pointed to the bulge in his trousers, at his obvious pain.

“Hmm, appears we'll have to do something about that”, you whispered sweetly and swept a delicate hand over him.

He jumped a little and you grinned. But before you could bask in your glory, one of his calloused hands travelled up your thigh to get under your shorts where his fingers trailed over the lace of your panties. You squeaked but he had placed one hand on your hip to keep you in place. You had never been touched like this before in public, the rush was intoxicating.

“Shhh love”, he commanded deeply and flicked your clit. Your leg involuntarily jerked but then he pinched you and you threw your head back sharply in pleasure.

You had your hands on his shoulders, trying to gain some sort of ground when your body began to move of its own accord, pressing into his fingers so he could have better access to your clit. Your hips were grinding on top of him while you tried to create some sort of friction since you were almost there. Your climax was so close, you were already beginning to tense up, biting your lower lip enough to where it nearly bled. You could hardly believe it, he’s barely touched you.

“Simon—”, you whispered and closed your eyes.

But he slowed down and removed his fingers.

“What?”, you asked and looked dead into his eyes. He was wearing a handsome smirk, a dimple forming in his left cheek. You grew agitated that he had you so close to coming and then ripped it away.

Before you could even open your lips to give him a mouthful, his fingers plunged into you deeply, and you came. Hard. You didn't mean to but you were already on the precipice of an orgasm that it just happened. No one has ever made you cum that quickly and with those expert fingers, you were groaning and squeezing his shoulders tightly. You threw your head back again and moaned loudly, just as the song over the speakers of the bar hit the chorus.

Wave after wave of pleasure swept through you. Your legs were jerking from the intensity of the orgasm.

“Wow”, Simon mumbled, his eyes finding yours immediately, “I could see you come like that every single day”, his voice had gotten deeper with each word, desire dripping on the end of each syllable.

Your heart sped up at his comment. You’d only known him for a couple of hours and already, you wanted to jump into his bed and spend the entire day there.

“Th-thanks”, you felt your cheeks flush with heat.

“No love”, he gave a cheeky smile, “Thank you”, he growled before picking you up so you were both standing.

“Like I said, I'm a bedroom kinda guy but a bathroom in this case will do. But don't worry, I plan on fucking you at your house”, he promised, an evil glint to his eyes.

You gulped and numbly nodded, “This isn't a one-time thing?", you asked as he guided you towards the back of the bar where several doors lined the walls.

He abruptly halted, his large hand enveloping mine, “It—It doesn't have to be”.

“But, we barely know each other”, you started, your brain vomiting words but he interrupted you.

“And yet, I'm willing to fuck you in a place I've never fucked anyone before. But I'm also sure you're more than willing to be fucked just as much as I want to fuck you”, he ran his tongue over his bottom lip slowly, eyes raking over your body, “I'm pretty sure you want me to fuck you right now, don't you?”.

His words had you practically panting. Had some other guy spoken to you that way, you probably would have smacked him across the face. However, you were so turned on by Simon at this very moment, your body vibrating with unspoken pleasure. You literally had to have him. Now.

“Yes”, you murmured before he pulled you back in for a searing kiss on your lips.

He backed away, smirk playing on his face and nodded towards an ajar door in a low-lit corner. You both walked over to it and stepped inside, making sure no one had noticed you. Thankfully, no did and so, you shut the door behind us but not before Simon had you pressed up against it.

His lips ravaged yours in a frenzy of teeth and tongues. God, this man was something else.

You moaned and managed to crawl up his body, using your hands to tear at his clothes while he reached beneath your tank to graze your nipples with his fingers. You hissed when he twisted them a little roughly but you didn't mind. You were too busy lost in the way his mouth was making you feel at that very moment: alive and undone.

You trailed your hands down his front to the button on his trousers, releasing it in one smooth motion. You unzipped him, all while his face was glued to yours, and reached inside to grip his cock. It felt huge in your grasp but you still were able to have a firm grip on him.

You slowly rubbed him up and down, feeling the velvety shaft jerk and twitch at your touch. He was so soft, warm and hard all at the same time. Perfection.

Your thumb skimmed over his head and you squeezed it, earning you a low, throaty growl.

Before you knew what was happening, while your hand was still slowly rubbing him, Simon threw you against the door, tearing your lips away from his. You gasped when a knee of his came up between your thighs, resting just at your cleft.

“Keep touching me like that and I'll blow all over you”, he whispered, his mouth dangerously close to your ear, as one hand pulled yours away from him.

A tingle began in your toes, travelling up your legs to land in your middle. You know, that sort of ache that has you on the brink of absolute pleasure, a budding orgasm that nearly overtakes you, forcing all of your muscles to tense up. Yeah, you were right there.

Simon's mouth felt amazing on your neck, sucking and biting. Oh, you were sure you’d have hickey tomorrow. Well, maybe a few. But you didn't care. You didn't want him to stop. You moaned and ran your free hand over his front, feeling the muscles bunch and relax beneath your touch. You wanted to see him naked however given your current situation, you would have to just deal with him being pressed up against you.

“Take these off. Now”, he ordered, tugging at your shorts, tongue darting out to lick a fiery trail under your chin as he bunched up your tank over your head. It fell to the floor in a heap.

You did as he said and he wrapped your legs around his waist.

And plunged into you.

You gasped again, using your hands to keep yourself steady against his shoulders so he wouldn't push up towards the ceiling. You could have sworn you heard the door crack though.

He thrust slowly once, twice, thrice before picking up a punishing pace. You cried out with each pump of his hips. Over his shoulder, you noticed a medium-sized wall mirror and watched yourself being fucked wantonly by this huge, muscled semi stranger. You stared at yourself in the mirror, gazing at Simon's clothed back, the way the shirt stressed dangerously across his taut back as he grunted in your ear.

He turned his head slightly and caught your eye, looking into the mirror behind you and smirked before he bit your jaw.

You pulled at his hair, clutched at his shoulders while he still hammered into you. God, it felt divine. You never wanted this to end. Not even with the way he stretched you. The burn igniting every nerve ending.

You were panting by the time his hand snaked its way down between our bodies to flick your clit. His thumb slowly massaged the little bundle of nerves and you threw your head back even more. You were so close.

“Simon”, you mewled. He circled his thumb faster and pulled away to run it along your stomach instead.

You were still close even before he started rubbing you that having his skin on yours only intensified the immense pleasure he was giving you. You didn't even know anymore. It was just something about the way he touched you that had your body on the edge of coming.

He lifted his shirt so your middles were aligned better, his hard abs pressed against your stomach. Simon then paused, your pelvic bones melded against one another, before he unwrapped your legs from around his waist to manoeuvre you into a different position. Instead of holding you up by his body to where your left foot was dangling on the floor and your right knee was up in the air. He held the bend of your knee as he started to pump, sliding in and out, slowly.

His mouth found yours as he quickened his pace, popping his hips to slam hard into you, banging you against the door. You swallowed each other's moans while your tongues tangled, clashing and fighting to reach the deepest.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders and neck, leaving little half-moons on his skin. His grip on your knee slipped onto your thigh and tightened, squeezing hard enough to make you withdraw your face from his and throw your head back to cry out. He took that opportunity to attack your neck once again, running his teeth over your sensitive skin.

His free hand felt over your bra, clasping your breast and kneading it. One of your hands landed on his and moved with it while your other one searched for your clit. You rubbed it furiously while he licked his way up your throat, adding fuel to the fire of your oncoming orgasm. You were on the brink, curling your toes, flexing and tightening your muscles as you knew the heat was about to be released, scorching every part of your body.

“I'm gonna—”, you panted, feeling the familiar tension rise up in your body, “Cum—Simon!”.

You screamed his name as the most powerful orgasm crashed over you, forcing your body to vibrate around him. You could hear your slick, wet sounds bouncing around the room and you knew you’d just squirted. You had to if his strangled groan was any indication.

His thrusts grew staggered, faster even while his hand on your breast stiffened. The tell-tale sign of his jerking cock inside of you told you that he was finished. His head fell to the crook of your shoulder while he caught his breath.

He released his hold on you but still kept your bodies intertwined. He sought out your mouth and gave you the sweetest and most passionate kiss you’d ever received. There was no tongue or even teeth in the way. No, it was just lips moulding together.

The kiss slowly died out with him pulling away.

You stared at one another while he became soft and finally, slipped out.

“That was...amazing”, he whispered and stepped back a little, “We should definitely do that again”.

You nodded mutely and stood warily, your legs weak from your orgasm and from him holding you up.

He tucked himself back into his jeans while you dressed and felt him leaking out of you.

After you were both dressed, you stood in an awkward sort of silence, each waiting for the other to say goodbye or even give out your number.

“So, this counts as a first for me”.

You cocked a brow, “What's a first?”.

He smirked, “Fucking a girl in a random closet. Like I told you. I'm a bedroom kind of guy. I wanted to fuck you in your house which I’d still like to do, but, this was our only option— For now”.

You flushed, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“Come on”, he held out his hand and gave you a charming grin.

Your brows furrowed slightly in confusion.

“Let’s go grab some food…bit out of sync for a date I know but—don’t think it really matters now does it love?”, Simon winked and leaned down, kissing your cheek candidly.

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ON MY KNEES

Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Oral.

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His broad shoulders were pinning you to the wall, your bodies pressed up so close that you might have been one body mass. You felt Bucky take your arms and place them around his neck before taking the kiss deeper as his tongue slid in, caressing yours.

The sensations were too wonderful to resist. You knew you were going to lose it, lose all control. And the funny thing was, you wanted to lose it, wanted to forget all that you’d seen and been through in one night.

So you kissed him back, pressing your lips firmly against his, revelling in the low growl that emanated from the base of his throat. Your hands were no longer pliant but around his neck now, clutching, tugging, pulling at his dark hair, wanting him to do more than just kiss you.

Bucky’s hands ran up the length of your sides, caressing the newly exposed skin with his calloused fingertips and knuckles. Goosebumps broke out on the surface of your skin as his teases sent spirals of desire coursing through your body. You arched your back, bringing your firm breasts into contact with the clothed heat of his chest and he groaned, the need to feel your naked body against his reducing his strong body to tremors.

The shirt that you wore became a distant memory as he tore it off you, letting it slip to the carpeted ground around you both. His hands then moved to knead the sides of your breasts, deliberately avoiding the curve and peak of them. You whimpered, a silent plea for him to touch you, tease you, ruin you.

But he took his time as he led you into another kiss, this one more delicious than the first as he plundered your mouth. You gripped his upper arm, your nails leaving crescent indentations on his rough skin, almost desperate now for his touch.

Bucky’s fingers teased the underside of your breasts and you writhed, the need to feel his flesh overwhelming you. Your fingers tore at his expensive dark shirt and he threw it to the floor in one quick jerk.

Oh God, you thought. He was so beautiful; all dark beauty rolled into a toned solid mass. And he wanted to ravish you. It seemed to slip your mind that he was the head of the mafia. Or maybe, it didn't really matter.

His hands strayed over the waistband of your panties and you moaned, wanting the little triangle of material out of the way. You put your hands over his, helping him with the task of discarding your underwear. As you stepped out of them, he went to his knees, still holding you up by the hips. You felt your core soak, seeing this devilishly powerful man on his knees… for you.

The first touch of his tongue against the wetness of your pussy made you clutch desperately at his shoulders. He was teasing you with tentative licks over your core, lingering around the area where you needed him most.

You tilted your head back onto the wall as you felt his tongue position itself to lap at you in long, deliberate strokes around your drenched slit. Your clit was so swollen that you could feel the throb of it sending bolts of electrifying pleasure throughout your body. You thrust your hips into his sinful mouth and he took you fully, devouring you.

“Oh fuck”, you breathed as you felt an orgasm nearing. His tongue was travelling in broad strokes along the length of your pussy. Up and down it went until in one brief change in rhythm, it went plunging in, into the depth of your sweetness.

“Oh god!”, you screamed as you felt something tighten inside you. All the undiluted pleasure seemed to centre at your core deliciously before expanding and rupturing at a voltage that was too much for your body to handle.

You sobbed Bucky’s name, a high keening sound that tore from your throat as you held onto him as he took you flying, beyond yourself, beyond stars. Your screams slowly turned into mewls as the remaining shudders racked your body-- a body that was now too weak to stay aloft. A body that now belonged to him.

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WITCHCRAFT

Demon!Simon Riley x Witch!Reader

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Demon/Witch AU.

Summary: “You want to control me”, he growled, “You won't succeed”, he snarled, almost snapping his lips, “Little witch”.

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If one thing could be said about the exchanges between the two of you in that corner booth that evening, it would be called a dance of minds and souls. Simon’s eyes bored into you as he took in the scent of the drink, enjoying the mingling of the ingredients while checking for anything mind-altering. Your smile and soothing voice worked to tear down his own defences. You talked as you drank, never looking away from each other, always smiling. The words were simply a show. The real exchange was going on unspoken in your eyes. You both knew as soon as you sat down what would happen. As soon as the drinks were finished the invite back to your place was given and accepted. You paid the tabs and walked out together, into the night and into your mutual lust.

You both stepped into your house; a tangle of arms, legs, and lips. His hands held you close as your skirt was hiked up inch by inch. You wrapped one leg around him, grinding against him as you held onto him with one hand and worked at opening his pants with the other. You managed to free his stiffened member just as he was able to lift you to your waist, revealing your tantalisingly dripping slit. He could smell your arousal and feel the moisture as you teased his hardness, your hand working his shaft as you brought the head against your opening without letting it in.

You became slicker at the sound of his frustrated growl, knowing he wanted to be inside you. You admitted to yourself, judging by the length and girth of his cock, that once you did let him into your tight core it would be an overwhelming sensation. You knew it would make you feel full and pleased. You giggled seductively as he growled louder, biting into your neck and trying harder to force his way into you. Finally you squeezed his shaft and looked him in the eyes, holding his hardness against your pussy.

“Do you want it”, you asked, knowing perfectly well from the fire in his darkened eyes that he was ready to take you as hard as possible and at any cost. He nodded slowly, entirely aware of the throbbing in his own shaft and the wetness awaiting him.

You smiled and released your hand, quickly latching onto his shoulder and moaning as Simon drove into you, penetrating deep into you with every inch of his cock, grunting at the unexpected tightness of your velvet walls. Growling, he pulled himself back and thrust in again, pinning you against the wall as he lifted your legs around him. You moaned again as he impaled you on his hardness, relishing in the sensation of his shaft filling your wet and eager pussy.

It took everything you had to remember you were here, pinned to this wall, allowing this man into your body for a reason. You needed a victim, a puppet. As he thrust into you, he guided you up and down the length of his cock, panting as he violated your insides over and over. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself tight against him, riding his shaft with all your strength.

The first step was to make him eager to release his seed inside you. You needed to tease and tempt Simon until his mind was too clouded to resist your will. You tightened your walls around his shaft, letting gravity and his thrusts drive him deep into you until the head of his member kissed your cervix. The sensation he caused was phenomenal. As you panted and moaned, you fought to maintain your own mind against the overwhelming lust.

Finally, after a barrage of lustful, intoxicating thrusts, you felt what you were after. His cock was swelling up within you, pulsing against your insides and hardening even more. He was about to cum. You quickly reached down between you both and squeezed his shaft again, ensuring not even a drop of seed would escape into you without your say-so. Gripping him tight, you slid yourself down to your hand and sat still on his member, grinning wickedly as you looked into his eyes.

You could see the desire behind them, the passion in his soul and the eagerness to leave his mark. Slowly you shook your head and climbed off, moaning under your breath as his thick, throbbing shaft left you. Stepping behind him, you wrapped your arms around his waist and explored with one hand while the other held tight, chuckling in his ear as you stroked him slowly.

“You have to earn the right to cum inside me”, you whispered teasingly in his ear, stroking a bit faster. He growled as you stroked him, knowing he wouldn't be able to fight for long. Your hands moved like silky constructs of pleasure, one moving along the length of his shaft as the other explored him, then rested below his cock, cupping and massaging his balls. Simon’s head lolled back as his moans grew louder, his hands reaching back and gripping your firm ass. Feeling yourself dampen more at the feel of his hands and the simple desire for more of him, you stroked faster as he hardened and pulsed. You peered around him to watch your delicate hands work, eager to see his load all over your palm and fingers.

“Do it”, you said, “Cum all over my hands”.

Your hot breath teased his neck as you spoke, your hands unrelenting. It didn't take long for your efforts to come to fruition. After only a few more strokes he groaned as his load released onto your waiting hands, coating them with hot, sticky seed. Smirking and wetter than ever, you stepped back and examined the fluid on your fingers. It was warm and tingled just a little. As he turned to regard you, you brought your hand to your mouth and licked some of the seed off her fingers, slowly cleaning your hand with your tongue for him to watch.

You smiled up at him as you licked the last of the cum from your fingers, knowing you had him right where you wanted him. Next you would lead him to the bed and make him devour your pussy, then tie him to the headboard and ride him until you had everything you needed to control him for good. At least, that is what you thought would happen.

You approached him, reaching to take his hand and lead him to his fate. As soon as you were within reach, however, things changed. The weakened, limped man you were preparing to command was suddenly strong and fiery again. He grabbed hold of your wrist and pulled you against himself, turning you around so your rear was firmly against his thick shaft. Holding you tight Simon reached down with one hand and unzipped your skirt, letting it fall to the ground at your feet, revealing your unrestrained lower half. Growling in your ear, he reached between your legs and ran a finger along your wet slit, teasing you mercilessly.

“Now it's your turn”, he said in a low voice by your ear. His finger found and slowly rubbed your sensitive clit as he listened closely to your responses. His grip slowly loosened on your wrist as you stopped struggling and started giving in to the intense pleasure. He slipped his now free hand under your top and cupped your supple breast, squeezing and massaging as his other hand slipped a finger into your soaked opening, his thumb taking over the duty of rubbing your tender clit.

You moaned as Simon worked you, your sounds like a fine wine to his ears. He massaged your breast deeper, slipping another finger into you. You moaned louder as he worked you, losing your battle to maintain composure and allowing your hands to explore and grip madly. One silky hand found itself atop his strong hand between your legs, holding it against you as you bucked instinctively against his movements. The other hand made its way to the back of his head and laced its fingers through his hair, holding him to you as best you could.

The sensations doubled as you felt him press against you from behind, his cock stiffening again while pressing against your ass. Moaning, you found yourself unable to speak as he returned the favour you had given him. Working you faster, Simon hooked his fingers, seeking and probing your g-spot at the same time as his thumb worked your clit, driving you into a frenzy of lust.

“Cum”, he whispered into your ear before biting into your neck, pinching your nipple and working you faster. Your hips bucked wildly and without shame now as you spiralled toward orgasm. His grip, his breath, his words, all seemed to have some mind-numbing effect. Finally your eyes rolled back and you screamed in pleasure, releasing, as your orgasm rocked your body right at the moment that he pulled his hand away. Panting and blushing, you looked down to see the results of his attack. His hand was clean of your slick, which had instead covered your legs and spattered onto the floor. You could hear him chuckling behind you.

“You’re a filthy little minx”, he said, looking over your shoulder at the puddle. Your face and chest burned red as you blushed at his words. Who was this man? How was he able to affect you like that? Taking you, making you cum without your permission, commanding you; it was all unacceptable. You would make him your puppet now and make him suffer for days before giving him another release. You stood a moment, soaking in the embarrassment as he took a towel from your kitchen and wiped his hand clean.

When he returned, once again perfectly erect and ready to violate you again, you were naked and ready for him. You lead him teasingly to the bedroom, swaying your hips wide. At one point you stopped short and let him bump into you. You reached back between your own legs and grabbed hold of his cock, taking him by surprise as you bent forward and guided him into you. You moaned low as you felt him slide into you, but you kept your mind this time. You rocked back and forth a few times, letting him rest his hands on your lush hips as your wetness coated his cock.

You had to admit, you loved the feel of him inside your pussy. As Simon began to thrust into you, you picked up the pace until you knew he would be well coated, then jerked forward to remove him from you. Before he had time to push it back in, you grabbed his length again and forced him into yourself again, this time into the even tighter bud of your ass. He clenched his fingers hard into your flesh as he groaned, sparing no time in his efforts to take this hole as well. His cock throbbed as he began thrusting into your ass, panting hard as you both moved. Your moans grew loud and passionate as you straightened up, your hands exploring your own body as he took you.

The thrusting grew harder and faster, Simon’s groans devolving into growls of sheer pleasure. You could feel every pulsing inch of him as he drilled into you. You worked in constant rhythm with his thrusts, pressing your ass back against him as Simon thrust deep. Moaning, you felt yourself nearing another orgasm as he began to swell inside you. You knew you couldn't let him cum inside you yet. If you didn't have him bound to your bed when he seeded you the spell would never take. Panting and moaning, you let your own orgasm wash over you again, coating your legs with more of your slick as you felt him harden and pulse, nearing his own climax.

You thrust back faster, waiting until the pivotal moment then pulling off and letting his seed shoot instead onto the small of your back. You loved the feeling of his cum landing on your back and dripping down towards your ass, moaning in bliss. Again you felt the warmth of his release and the odd tingle that came with this one.

Panting and red, you lead him the rest of the distance to the bed, taking in the feel of your victim's cum on your back, seeping down over your ass. You opened the door with a flourish, revealing a beautiful canopied bed. Turning to face him, you saw the lust in his eyes which you swore for a split second flickered black but it must have been a trick of the light. He definitely wanted to have more, and he would. Reaching down to his girthy cock, you stroked him to firmness again before pulling off his pants. You fell to your knees and took him into your mouth, tasting the first couple rounds of excitement on him. You watched his face contort in more pleasure.

Simon’s shirt came off with ease, revealing his stern musculature. As soon as you were sure he was ready to give in, you pulled away and bounded onto the bed. Arms and legs both spread, you invited him to come and do to you, everything you both wanted him to do.

He needed no prompting. As soon as the words left your mouth he was on the bed and on top of you, forcing his swollen shaft into your sweet slit again. Grunting as he began to thrust, he made every effort to listen to your moans, taking in the sight and sound of your ecstasy. In little to no time at all you were both thrusting hard and fast against one another, seeming to compete to be the first to cause climax.

“Please”, you panted, feeling your skin shine with sweat, “Let me ride you”.

In a swift motion of thrust and roll, you were atop him, his hands firmly gripping your hips as he guided you somewhat carefully along his shaft. Seemingly out of nowhere, a purple silk scarf was produced and tied around his wrists. You had to work fast. He felt amazing inside you and this meant if you didn't hurry you'd forget all about the spell. The scarf was tied to the headboard of the bed and the spell commenced.

You had to get him to release inside you, then collect the fluid to mix in with some exotic ingredients you’d spent a good few months seeking out. You would then be able to recite the incantation and make him your willing slave. You unleashed your arsenal of passion, riding him as hard as you could, grinding your tight pussy on his cock, your hands locking together over your head as you moaned and panted.

“I know what you're doing”, Simon growled. You stopped your attack and looked down at his face. There was a knowing, wicked grin and his eyes seemed to glow now. An almost unearthly colour.

“So do I”, you attempted innocently, “I'm showing a man with the most amazing cock the best night of his life”, you tried to regain your prowess and began riding again, squeezing your walls tight around his shaft to try to make him cum faster. Eager for him to succumb to the euphoric feeling.

“You want to control me”, he growled, “You won't succeed”, he snarled, almost snapping his lips, “Little witch”.

With renewed strength he ripped the material of the scarf in two and lunged forward, flipping you onto your back and thrusting deep. You moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure as you fell onto your back, followed by him driving his cock in until it penetrated up into your womb. Holding himself deep inside you, his hardness pressed into the deepest reaches of your body. He growled low and leaned in close, his eyes gleaming.

“What...what are you?”, you asked, both aroused and terrified. You feared for your life, but you couldn’t fight the sudden desire for more. The only thing more intoxicating than his actions before was him now. Simon had overcome your own powers and was overwhelming you with just the energy he was emitting. You felt certain you would be dead by morning, but you didn't care. You hated yourself for it, but you had to have more.

“A demon”, he whispered darkly in your ear, “You want my seed…to enslave me…”, he laughed patronisingly, “Oh little witch, I will fill you with so much seed you will swell and have no room for anything else”, he nipped your pulse hard causing you to gasp loudly, “But you will not enslave me…your incantation is all—wrong”.

With this last word he pulled back and thrust again, penetrating once again into your womb. Unable to speak anymore above the ecstasy, you moaned loud, hating yourself for loving it all so much. Simon’s thrusts became harder and faster than before, his strong hands holding you down by your wrists, not allowing you to go anywhere he didn't want you. His growling grew louder and more arousing. You felt yourself gushing around his cock as he violated you.

Never before had you been on the receiving end of such control. You tried to hate it, but it was a drug to you now. You wanted him to fill you, to make you his vessel for every drop of his seed. As he took her deep and hard, you couldn't help begging for more.

“Please”, you moaned, “Please cum—Fuck— I want your cum deep inside me”.

Your face burned hot as the words came out. You didn't care for any of the consequences. You wanted his seed within you more than you wanted anything else in life. Your pleas only lead to harder and deeper thrusting as the Simon’s cock pulsed again and began swelling inside you. You prayed it wouldn't be long before he released.

“First you”, he panted, clearly holding himself back, “You cum for Master”.

Somehow his words drove you over. You couldn't resist him any longer. You had to obey. Your body going red with blush, you screamed out in pleasure as yet another orgasm took you, coating the Demon's cock in your slick. Thrusting in deep, the Demon unleashed his own climax, pumping what felt like gallons of hot seed into your pussy. The seed poured into your womb, hotter than the previous loads and tingling in a disturbing yet arousing way. Finally containing the seed you sought, you allowed yourself to slowly begin drifting off to sleep.

You never made it to sleep, though. You found yourself jostled awake as he lifted you onto his lap, moving you up and down his rock hard shaft again. His eyes glowed a deep red now, boring into your soul as he gazed at you. You tried to force yourself off of him so you could sleep, but he only redoubled his movements, taking you again and again.

“Please”, you begged, “I can’t take anymore”, you looked pleadingly into his glaring red eyes, not wanting to admit that his mercilessness was only making you wetter.

“We're nowhere near done, little witch”, Simon said, grinning wickedly as a jolt of energy seemed to erupt into your back from one of his fingers and you found yourself wide awake and moving with him. You gripped his shoulders and began riding hard, thinking only of his pleasure. With each thrust he impaled you again, the cum already filling you, soaking his cock. His erection never wavered as he slammed into you, visibly enjoying the sight and sound of you giving your body over to him. Harder and harder you rode him, panting and moaning, begging for more. You followed his every command, crying out for his seed to shoot again into you.

“Say it”, he demanded, “Say it and I'll let you have more”, he thrust harder, swelling again, knowing you were inches away from another mind-numbing orgasm.

“Please”, your voice cracked, “Please Master”, you begged, blushing as the words flowed so readily from your mouth. You moaned loudly, trembling with your biggest orgasm yet. You tried to beg again as you knew he wanted, but you had lost your words and could only mewl as he pounded into you more and more. You screamed in joy as his teeth sank into your shoulder and his seed blasted again into your womb, spilling out into your pussy. You panted in ecstasy as his hot load pumped into you.

Finally he pulled out of you and stepped away to the kitchen for a drink, ordering you to stay put and keep ready for the next round. You laid on the bed, unable to move even if you'd wanted to, watching the perfect form of this creature you had brought into your home. His cock still stood perfectly erect, as if it was completely unfazed by all the loads it had already given you. The Demon stood before your fridge, choosing and downing a drink.

As the Demon drank, you decided that you may be wise to find a spell to command him quicker than the usual one. You rolled over onto your hands and knees, pushing yourself up unsteadily. You shakily crawled to the head of the bed and found your spell book. Rifling through the pages, you never heard Simon walk up behind you. A hand came from nowhere and tossed away the book as his weight settled on the bed again behind you, his other hand on your back, holding you in place.

“Look at you, all ready and waiting for me”, he said, grinding the length of his shaft along your bud, “Very well, little witch…I will fill all of you until there's nothing left”.

Gripping your sides he pulled you back as his shaft pierced your ass for a second time and impaled you deep. The hot, tingling seed seeping out of your slit ran down your leg as you were thrust into again. Your fists clutched the pillow before you as you began to scream out in the same mix of pain and pleasure. No matter what he did to you, you loved it. He smacked your ass hard, an imprint appearing on your flesh. Thrusting again and again into you, chuckling to himself as he saw your reactions.

On his orders you reached between your legs and swept up a handful of his seed and licked it, confessing shamelessly how much you loved his taste. As sweat began to drip down your frame, he took you harder and faster, making sure your tight ass would recognise that you was his just as your pussy had. Faster and faster the thrusts came, orders flowing from him like the seed you wanted. You followed every order to the letter, fingering yourself, tasting the fluids, begging for more, anything he wanted you to do.

At last, after an onslaught of powerful, deep thrusts, he came again, filling your tight ass with his seed. The hot, tingling fluid flowing into your ass and pushed you into yet another powerful orgasm.

Your screams and moans filled the house as, time and again, he ravaged your body and came in and on you. Simon filled your ass and pussy until his efforts to enter you caused his seed to spill out, then began on your mouth. He ordered you to taste him again and again, telling you to describe how much you loved the taste, and you did. His seed was like the finest wine to your waiting mouth. Fingering yourself furiously, you serviced him over and over, with your mouth until you were full.

Once you could swallow no more, you begged him to move on to something else. Laughing at your protests, he agreed and laid back, ordering you to use your breasts to service him. You obediently slipped his cock between your breasts and worked along his shaft, occasionally swiping your tongue over the head, until at last he spilled another load, coating your face and chest with his cum.

In the predawn light you laid on the bed, weak and willing, eager for more despite your swollen body protesting. You begged him for more, promising to fulfil any wishes he had. The Demon, standing by the window, turned to you. He was still hard and ready. His eyes examined your exhausted body. You was coated head to toe in sweat and cum. He grinned and nodded slowly. He came to the bed and took you one last time, making sure to use each hole over and over, thrusting hard and fast until you both came hard again. You collapsed with this final orgasm, too weak to move, relishing in the hot tingle of his seed within you, hoping there would be some way to always hold onto this feeling.

As you laid there, you watched him slowly clean and dress himself. He then regarded you from beside the bed. He knelt down and looked you in the eyes, they’d returned to their usual colour, only a slight red tinge circling the iris’.

“Y’know…in my world”, he said to you, “Attempting to control one of ‘us’ is an automatic execution. But you are by far one of the best I've ever had. You won't be able to control me, ever, but I won't kill you - oh no little witch. If you ever want more, you’ll know where to find me”.

He stood and walked out the door without another word. As the morning sun came through the window and bathed you in light, you felt a terrifying sensation. You looked at the bed. Smoke was coming from it, and from you. Every place in your home, on you, and inside you began spewing smoke. Your insides were tingling and heated as it felt like the gallons of seed he filled you with seemed to boil away.

Every last drop of him was being removed from your stomach, your womb, your ass, everywhere. The feeling terrified and aroused you. As the boiling continued you writhed and moaned in the bed, gripping the covers until your knuckles turned white. At last, as the last of his essence boiled away, you reached another orgasm and lapsed immediately into sleep, dreaming of your Demon Master. Simon.

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Two weeks later, you stepped into the bar wearing a daring black dress, leaving little to the imagination. You sat at the bar and ordered a drink, then looked around the room. Nothing but weaklings and children. None would compare to the creature that had violated you so wonderfully. Finally your eyes rested on the corner booth where you met him. It appeared empty. You looked down into your drink and sighed heavily. If only you could get him one more time. A sudden warm breeze stirred you and you looked up again. There he was, sitting in the booth, arms spread along the back of the seating, watching you intensely, wearing a devilishly handsome smug smirk.

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[lonewolfwriting89]

WITCHCRAFT

Demon!Simon Riley x Witch!Reader

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Demon/Witch AU.

Summary: “You want to control me”, he growled, “You won't succeed”, he snarled, almost snapping his lips, “Little witch”.

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If one thing could be said about the exchanges between the two of you in that corner booth that evening, it would be called a dance of minds and souls. Simon’s eyes bored into you as he took in the scent of the drink, enjoying the mingling of the ingredients while checking for anything mind-altering. Your smile and soothing voice worked to tear down his own defences. You talked as you drank, never looking away from each other, always smiling. The words were simply a show. The real exchange was going on unspoken in your eyes. You both knew as soon as you sat down what would happen. As soon as the drinks were finished the invite back to your place was given and accepted. You paid the tabs and walked out together, into the night and into your mutual lust.

You both stepped into your house; a tangle of arms, legs, and lips. His hands held you close as your skirt was hiked up inch by inch. You wrapped one leg around him, grinding against him as you held onto him with one hand and worked at opening his pants with the other. You managed to free his stiffened member just as he was able to lift you to your waist, revealing your tantalisingly dripping slit. He could smell your arousal and feel the moisture as you teased his hardness, your hand working his shaft as you brought the head against your opening without letting it in.

You became slicker at the sound of his frustrated growl, knowing he wanted to be inside you. You admitted to yourself, judging by the length and girth of his cock, that once you did let him into your tight core it would be an overwhelming sensation. You knew it would make you feel full and pleased. You giggled seductively as he growled louder, biting into your neck and trying harder to force his way into you. Finally you squeezed his shaft and looked him in the eyes, holding his hardness against your pussy.

“Do you want it”, you asked, knowing perfectly well from the fire in his darkened eyes that he was ready to take you as hard as possible and at any cost. He nodded slowly, entirely aware of the throbbing in his own shaft and the wetness awaiting him.

You smiled and released your hand, quickly latching onto his shoulder and moaning as Simon drove into you, penetrating deep into you with every inch of his cock, grunting at the unexpected tightness of your velvet walls. Growling, he pulled himself back and thrust in again, pinning you against the wall as he lifted your legs around him. You moaned again as he impaled you on his hardness, relishing in the sensation of his shaft filling your wet and eager pussy.

It took everything you had to remember you were here, pinned to this wall, allowing this man into your body for a reason. You needed a victim, a puppet. As he thrust into you, he guided you up and down the length of his cock, panting as he violated your insides over and over. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself tight against him, riding his shaft with all your strength.

The first step was to make him eager to release his seed inside you. You needed to tease and tempt Simon until his mind was too clouded to resist your will. You tightened your walls around his shaft, letting gravity and his thrusts drive him deep into you until the head of his member kissed your cervix. The sensation he caused was phenomenal. As you panted and moaned, you fought to maintain your own mind against the overwhelming lust.

Finally, after a barrage of lustful, intoxicating thrusts, you felt what you were after. His cock was swelling up within you, pulsing against your insides and hardening even more. He was about to cum. You quickly reached down between you both and squeezed his shaft again, ensuring not even a drop of seed would escape into you without your say-so. Gripping him tight, you slid yourself down to your hand and sat still on his member, grinning wickedly as you looked into his eyes.

You could see the desire behind them, the passion in his soul and the eagerness to leave his mark. Slowly you shook your head and climbed off, moaning under your breath as his thick, throbbing shaft left you. Stepping behind him, you wrapped your arms around his waist and explored with one hand while the other held tight, chuckling in his ear as you stroked him slowly.

“You have to earn the right to cum inside me”, you whispered teasingly in his ear, stroking a bit faster. He growled as you stroked him, knowing he wouldn't be able to fight for long. Your hands moved like silky constructs of pleasure, one moving along the length of his shaft as the other explored him, then rested below his cock, cupping and massaging his balls. Simon’s head lolled back as his moans grew louder, his hands reaching back and gripping your firm ass. Feeling yourself dampen more at the feel of his hands and the simple desire for more of him, you stroked faster as he hardened and pulsed. You peered around him to watch your delicate hands work, eager to see his load all over your palm and fingers.

“Do it”, you said, “Cum all over my hands”.

Your hot breath teased his neck as you spoke, your hands unrelenting. It didn't take long for your efforts to come to fruition. After only a few more strokes he groaned as his load released onto your waiting hands, coating them with hot, sticky seed. Smirking and wetter than ever, you stepped back and examined the fluid on your fingers. It was warm and tingled just a little. As he turned to regard you, you brought your hand to your mouth and licked some of the seed off her fingers, slowly cleaning your hand with your tongue for him to watch.

You smiled up at him as you licked the last of the cum from your fingers, knowing you had him right where you wanted him. Next you would lead him to the bed and make him devour your pussy, then tie him to the headboard and ride him until you had everything you needed to control him for good. At least, that is what you thought would happen.

You approached him, reaching to take his hand and lead him to his fate. As soon as you were within reach, however, things changed. The weakened, limped man you were preparing to command was suddenly strong and fiery again. He grabbed hold of your wrist and pulled you against himself, turning you around so your rear was firmly against his thick shaft. Holding you tight Simon reached down with one hand and unzipped your skirt, letting it fall to the ground at your feet, revealing your unrestrained lower half. Growling in your ear, he reached between your legs and ran a finger along your wet slit, teasing you mercilessly.

“Now it's your turn”, he said in a low voice by your ear. His finger found and slowly rubbed your sensitive clit as he listened closely to your responses. His grip slowly loosened on your wrist as you stopped struggling and started giving in to the intense pleasure. He slipped his now free hand under your top and cupped your supple breast, squeezing and massaging as his other hand slipped a finger into your soaked opening, his thumb taking over the duty of rubbing your tender clit.

You moaned as Simon worked you, your sounds like a fine wine to his ears. He massaged your breast deeper, slipping another finger into you. You moaned louder as he worked you, losing your battle to maintain composure and allowing your hands to explore and grip madly. One silky hand found itself atop his strong hand between your legs, holding it against you as you bucked instinctively against his movements. The other hand made its way to the back of his head and laced its fingers through his hair, holding him to you as best you could.

The sensations doubled as you felt him press against you from behind, his cock stiffening again while pressing against your ass. Moaning, you found yourself unable to speak as he returned the favour you had given him. Working you faster, Simon hooked his fingers, seeking and probing your g-spot at the same time as his thumb worked your clit, driving you into a frenzy of lust.

“Cum”, he whispered into your ear before biting into your neck, pinching your nipple and working you faster. Your hips bucked wildly and without shame now as you spiralled toward orgasm. His grip, his breath, his words, all seemed to have some mind-numbing effect. Finally your eyes rolled back and you screamed in pleasure, releasing, as your orgasm rocked your body right at the moment that he pulled his hand away. Panting and blushing, you looked down to see the results of his attack. His hand was clean of your slick, which had instead covered your legs and spattered onto the floor. You could hear him chuckling behind you.

“You’re a filthy little minx”, he said, looking over your shoulder at the puddle. Your face and chest burned red as you blushed at his words. Who was this man? How was he able to affect you like that? Taking you, making you cum without your permission, commanding you; it was all unacceptable. You would make him your puppet now and make him suffer for days before giving him another release. You stood a moment, soaking in the embarrassment as he took a towel from your kitchen and wiped his hand clean.

When he returned, once again perfectly erect and ready to violate you again, you were naked and ready for him. You lead him teasingly to the bedroom, swaying your hips wide. At one point you stopped short and let him bump into you. You reached back between your own legs and grabbed hold of his cock, taking him by surprise as you bent forward and guided him into you. You moaned low as you felt him slide into you, but you kept your mind this time. You rocked back and forth a few times, letting him rest his hands on your lush hips as your wetness coated his cock.

You had to admit, you loved the feel of him inside your pussy. As Simon began to thrust into you, you picked up the pace until you knew he would be well coated, then jerked forward to remove him from you. Before he had time to push it back in, you grabbed his length again and forced him into yourself again, this time into the even tighter bud of your ass. He clenched his fingers hard into your flesh as he groaned, sparing no time in his efforts to take this hole as well. His cock throbbed as he began thrusting into your ass, panting hard as you both moved. Your moans grew loud and passionate as you straightened up, your hands exploring your own body as he took you.

The thrusting grew harder and faster, Simon’s groans devolving into growls of sheer pleasure. You could feel every pulsing inch of him as he drilled into you. You worked in constant rhythm with his thrusts, pressing your ass back against him as Simon thrust deep. Moaning, you felt yourself nearing another orgasm as he began to swell inside you. You knew you couldn't let him cum inside you yet. If you didn't have him bound to your bed when he seeded you the spell would never take. Panting and moaning, you let your own orgasm wash over you again, coating your legs with more of your slick as you felt him harden and pulse, nearing his own climax.

You thrust back faster, waiting until the pivotal moment then pulling off and letting his seed shoot instead onto the small of your back. You loved the feeling of his cum landing on your back and dripping down towards your ass, moaning in bliss. Again you felt the warmth of his release and the odd tingle that came with this one.

Panting and red, you lead him the rest of the distance to the bed, taking in the feel of your victim's cum on your back, seeping down over your ass. You opened the door with a flourish, revealing a beautiful canopied bed. Turning to face him, you saw the lust in his eyes which you swore for a split second flickered black but it must have been a trick of the light. He definitely wanted to have more, and he would. Reaching down to his girthy cock, you stroked him to firmness again before pulling off his pants. You fell to your knees and took him into your mouth, tasting the first couple rounds of excitement on him. You watched his face contort in more pleasure.

Simon’s shirt came off with ease, revealing his stern musculature. As soon as you were sure he was ready to give in, you pulled away and bounded onto the bed. Arms and legs both spread, you invited him to come and do to you, everything you both wanted him to do.

He needed no prompting. As soon as the words left your mouth he was on the bed and on top of you, forcing his swollen shaft into your sweet slit again. Grunting as he began to thrust, he made every effort to listen to your moans, taking in the sight and sound of your ecstasy. In little to no time at all you were both thrusting hard and fast against one another, seeming to compete to be the first to cause climax.

“Please”, you panted, feeling your skin shine with sweat, “Let me ride you”.

In a swift motion of thrust and roll, you were atop him, his hands firmly gripping your hips as he guided you somewhat carefully along his shaft. Seemingly out of nowhere, a purple silk scarf was produced and tied around his wrists. You had to work fast. He felt amazing inside you and this meant if you didn't hurry you'd forget all about the spell. The scarf was tied to the headboard of the bed and the spell commenced.

You had to get him to release inside you, then collect the fluid to mix in with some exotic ingredients you’d spent a good few months seeking out. You would then be able to recite the incantation and make him your willing slave. You unleashed your arsenal of passion, riding him as hard as you could, grinding your tight pussy on his cock, your hands locking together over your head as you moaned and panted.

“I know what you're doing”, Simon growled. You stopped your attack and looked down at his face. There was a knowing, wicked grin and his eyes seemed to glow now. An almost unearthly colour.

“So do I”, you attempted innocently, “I'm showing a man with the most amazing cock the best night of his life”, you tried to regain your prowess and began riding again, squeezing your walls tight around his shaft to try to make him cum faster. Eager for him to succumb to the euphoric feeling.

“You want to control me”, he growled, “You won't succeed”, he snarled, almost snapping his lips, “Little witch”.

With renewed strength he ripped the material of the scarf in two and lunged forward, flipping you onto your back and thrusting deep. You moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure as you fell onto your back, followed by him driving his cock in until it penetrated up into your womb. Holding himself deep inside you, his hardness pressed into the deepest reaches of your body. He growled low and leaned in close, his eyes gleaming.

“What...what are you?”, you asked, both aroused and terrified. You feared for your life, but you couldn’t fight the sudden desire for more. The only thing more intoxicating than his actions before was him now. Simon had overcome your own powers and was overwhelming you with just the energy he was emitting. You felt certain you would be dead by morning, but you didn't care. You hated yourself for it, but you had to have more.

“A demon”, he whispered darkly in your ear, “You want my seed…to enslave me…”, he laughed patronisingly, “Oh little witch, I will fill you with so much seed you will swell and have no room for anything else”, he nipped your pulse hard causing you to gasp loudly, “But you will not enslave me…your incantation is all—wrong”.

With this last word he pulled back and thrust again, penetrating once again into your womb. Unable to speak anymore above the ecstasy, you moaned loud, hating yourself for loving it all so much. Simon’s thrusts became harder and faster than before, his strong hands holding you down by your wrists, not allowing you to go anywhere he didn't want you. His growling grew louder and more arousing. You felt yourself gushing around his cock as he violated you.

Never before had you been on the receiving end of such control. You tried to hate it, but it was a drug to you now. You wanted him to fill you, to make you his vessel for every drop of his seed. As he took her deep and hard, you couldn't help begging for more.

“Please”, you moaned, “Please cum—Fuck— I want your cum deep inside me”.

Your face burned hot as the words came out. You didn't care for any of the consequences. You wanted his seed within you more than you wanted anything else in life. Your pleas only lead to harder and deeper thrusting as the Simon’s cock pulsed again and began swelling inside you. You prayed it wouldn't be long before he released.

“First you”, he panted, clearly holding himself back, “You cum for Master”.

Somehow his words drove you over. You couldn't resist him any longer. You had to obey. Your body going red with blush, you screamed out in pleasure as yet another orgasm took you, coating the Demon's cock in your slick. Thrusting in deep, the Demon unleashed his own climax, pumping what felt like gallons of hot seed into your pussy. The seed poured into your womb, hotter than the previous loads and tingling in a disturbing yet arousing way. Finally containing the seed you sought, you allowed yourself to slowly begin drifting off to sleep.

You never made it to sleep, though. You found yourself jostled awake as he lifted you onto his lap, moving you up and down his rock hard shaft again. His eyes glowed a deep red now, boring into your soul as he gazed at you. You tried to force yourself off of him so you could sleep, but he only redoubled his movements, taking you again and again.

“Please”, you begged, “I can’t take anymore”, you looked pleadingly into his glaring red eyes, not wanting to admit that his mercilessness was only making you wetter.

“We're nowhere near done, little witch”, Simon said, grinning wickedly as a jolt of energy seemed to erupt into your back from one of his fingers and you found yourself wide awake and moving with him. You gripped his shoulders and began riding hard, thinking only of his pleasure. With each thrust he impaled you again, the cum already filling you, soaking his cock. His erection never wavered as he slammed into you, visibly enjoying the sight and sound of you giving your body over to him. Harder and harder you rode him, panting and moaning, begging for more. You followed his every command, crying out for his seed to shoot again into you.

“Say it”, he demanded, “Say it and I'll let you have more”, he thrust harder, swelling again, knowing you were inches away from another mind-numbing orgasm.

“Please”, your voice cracked, “Please Master”, you begged, blushing as the words flowed so readily from your mouth. You moaned loudly, trembling with your biggest orgasm yet. You tried to beg again as you knew he wanted, but you had lost your words and could only mewl as he pounded into you more and more. You screamed in joy as his teeth sank into your shoulder and his seed blasted again into your womb, spilling out into your pussy. You panted in ecstasy as his hot load pumped into you.

Finally he pulled out of you and stepped away to the kitchen for a drink, ordering you to stay put and keep ready for the next round. You laid on the bed, unable to move even if you'd wanted to, watching the perfect form of this creature you had brought into your home. His cock still stood perfectly erect, as if it was completely unfazed by all the loads it had already given you. The Demon stood before your fridge, choosing and downing a drink.

As the Demon drank, you decided that you may be wise to find a spell to command him quicker than the usual one. You rolled over onto your hands and knees, pushing yourself up unsteadily. You shakily crawled to the head of the bed and found your spell book. Rifling through the pages, you never heard Simon walk up behind you. A hand came from nowhere and tossed away the book as his weight settled on the bed again behind you, his other hand on your back, holding you in place.

“Look at you, all ready and waiting for me”, he said, grinding the length of his shaft along your bud, “Very well, little witch…I will fill all of you until there's nothing left”.

Gripping your sides he pulled you back as his shaft pierced your ass for a second time and impaled you deep. The hot, tingling seed seeping out of your slit ran down your leg as you were thrust into again. Your fists clutched the pillow before you as you began to scream out in the same mix of pain and pleasure. No matter what he did to you, you loved it. He smacked your ass hard, an imprint appearing on your flesh. Thrusting again and again into you, chuckling to himself as he saw your reactions.

On his orders you reached between your legs and swept up a handful of his seed and licked it, confessing shamelessly how much you loved his taste. As sweat began to drip down your frame, he took you harder and faster, making sure your tight ass would recognise that you was his just as your pussy had. Faster and faster the thrusts came, orders flowing from him like the seed you wanted. You followed every order to the letter, fingering yourself, tasting the fluids, begging for more, anything he wanted you to do.

At last, after an onslaught of powerful, deep thrusts, he came again, filling your tight ass with his seed. The hot, tingling fluid flowing into your ass and pushed you into yet another powerful orgasm.

Your screams and moans filled the house as, time and again, he ravaged your body and came in and on you. Simon filled your ass and pussy until his efforts to enter you caused his seed to spill out, then began on your mouth. He ordered you to taste him again and again, telling you to describe how much you loved the taste, and you did. His seed was like the finest wine to your waiting mouth. Fingering yourself furiously, you serviced him over and over, with your mouth until you were full.

Once you could swallow no more, you begged him to move on to something else. Laughing at your protests, he agreed and laid back, ordering you to use your breasts to service him. You obediently slipped his cock between your breasts and worked along his shaft, occasionally swiping your tongue over the head, until at last he spilled another load, coating your face and chest with his cum.

In the predawn light you laid on the bed, weak and willing, eager for more despite your swollen body protesting. You begged him for more, promising to fulfil any wishes he had. The Demon, standing by the window, turned to you. He was still hard and ready. His eyes examined your exhausted body. You was coated head to toe in sweat and cum. He grinned and nodded slowly. He came to the bed and took you one last time, making sure to use each hole over and over, thrusting hard and fast until you both came hard again. You collapsed with this final orgasm, too weak to move, relishing in the hot tingle of his seed within you, hoping there would be some way to always hold onto this feeling.

As you laid there, you watched him slowly clean and dress himself. He then regarded you from beside the bed. He knelt down and looked you in the eyes, they’d returned to their usual colour, only a slight red tinge circling the iris’.

“Y’know…in my world”, he said to you, “Attempting to control one of ‘us’ is an automatic execution. But you are by far one of the best I've ever had. You won't be able to control me, ever, but I won't kill you - oh no little witch. If you ever want more, you’ll know where to find me”.

He stood and walked out the door without another word. As the morning sun came through the window and bathed you in light, you felt a terrifying sensation. You looked at the bed. Smoke was coming from it, and from you. Every place in your home, on you, and inside you began spewing smoke. Your insides were tingling and heated as it felt like the gallons of seed he filled you with seemed to boil away.

Every last drop of him was being removed from your stomach, your womb, your ass, everywhere. The feeling terrified and aroused you. As the boiling continued you writhed and moaned in the bed, gripping the covers until your knuckles turned white. At last, as the last of his essence boiled away, you reached another orgasm and lapsed immediately into sleep, dreaming of your Demon Master. Simon.

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Two weeks later, you stepped into the bar wearing a daring black dress, leaving little to the imagination. You sat at the bar and ordered a drink, then looked around the room. Nothing but weaklings and children. None would compare to the creature that had violated you so wonderfully. Finally your eyes rested on the corner booth where you met him. It appeared empty. You looked down into your drink and sighed heavily. If only you could get him one more time. A sudden warm breeze stirred you and you looked up again. There he was, sitting in the booth, arms spread along the back of the seating, watching you intensely, wearing a devilishly handsome smug smirk.

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[lonewolfwriting89]

To be posted this weekend… 🖤🖤😈😈

COMING SOON…

Demon!Simon Riley x Witch!Reader

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. AU.

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“Do you want it”, you asked, knowing perfectly well from the fire in his eyes that he was ready to take you as hard as possible and at any cost. He nodded slowly, entirely aware of the throbbing in his own shaft and the wetness awaiting him.

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