#Soft Smut

[elliewillsposts]

ceo!ellie × sub!reader, de-stressing.

As a stay at home wife for your hard working wife, Ellie, many of her days were stressful, frustrating and you were there to fix it. She gives you anything you want, she's the sweetest to you and you only.

You were baking a cake in the kitchen soundly when you were interrupted by a loud slam at the front door, following then you could see your wife walk past the kitchen and into the living room, her tie halfway undone as she sank into the couch.

You being the sweet wife you are left the kitchen and followed behind into the living room to de-stress her. There was Ellie, slouched on the couch, her hands in her head.

You approached her slowly. "You looked stressed, my love." You spoke.

Lifting her head from her hands she sighed softly, the look on her face simply showed how stressed she was. "I'm sorry my darling, I'm just a little frustrated."

You fully well understood her, she's a CEO of a big company after all, and the least you as her wife could do is help her de-stress.

You approached her with a look of genuine concern for your wife. You sit yourself down next to her, your hand instantly reaching out to the fabric of her pants on her thigh.

"Would you like me to ease some of your stress?" You said softly, your finger tracing along her leg, your eyes gazing up at hers.

She looked back down at you, her green eyes piercing with a smile. "I would love that." Her voice was soft and silky, you could tell she'd like where this was going.

Without any hesitation, you lean in pressing a soft kiss against her lips, your hand reaching up to the first button of her shirt.

As your hands went down undoing button by button so did your lips. You kissed her jaw down to her neck where you lingered for a moment, kissing, sucking and nipping at her sensitive skin with you teeth successfully earning a small noise from her precious mouth.

Normally, she was the one to be doing all the pleasing, but on her rough days it's completely the opposite of that.

"Mmh," a soft noise escaped from her lips as you kissed at her neck, she was enjoying this alot. You let your lips drift away from her neck just to look at her, as you did, her eyes held a primal look. "Don't tease me like that," she mutters earning a smile from you.

You didn't really want to rush it but at the same time you were so tempted to give her what she wanted. So without no further questions you let your hand reach down, fiddling with the button on her pants. You unbuttoned it and let your hand in.

You could feel the warmth of her wet pussy against your fingers, you weren't even inside of her panties yet. A soft shudder was earned from her making you smile.

Now, your finger was fully into her panties, you could feel the warm pooling wetness against your fingertips as they made way to her sweet spot.

Your finger pressed at her puffy clit making her moan softly, all you could do was look up at her gorgeous face before kissing her slightly red cheeks.

"Like that?" I mutter as I looked into her eyes as she fought to open hers. Before she could even answer I slipped my index finger into her wet slit.

She moaned softly, it was like I could hear everything, from her hasty heartbeats, to her rapid breathing. It made me grin.

Before she knew it I had slipped another finger into her. Now, my two fingers were pumping in and out of her at a steady pace.

"Hngh. . ." She moaned out softly. Her hand reached to the nape of your neck pulling you in for a sudden kiss.

Your lips lingered on hers for minutes, her tongue slipping into the warm wetness of your mouth. She couldn't keep her mouth shut not even with your lips on hers.

Your own heart was beating in your ears, you could feel yourself getting wet just from the sound of her moans but this isn't about you, it's about her.

Your two fingers pumped in and out of her faster now, you could feel her getting tight around your fingers as she broke the kiss.

One last pump of your fingers was enough to make her cum. Under your touch she was nothing but a moaning mess. You couldn't help but grin at the series of moans and soft whimpers coming from your sweet wife, it made you want to go even further bur for now, you just let whatever happen, happen.

You slowed your paste as she rode out her orgasm on your fingers.

Moving your fingers from her pants, they were soaked in her cum. You looked at her making sure she saw the mess she made on your fingers, having her see you suck them dry. She couldn't even bare to look at you without feeling embarrassed.

You just smiled once more kissing her cheek gently. You could never fail to de-stress her even after her most stressful days.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Just read your SFW/NSFW alphabet (which i absolutely loved btw), and now i'm wondering - how was it for Minotaur!König when he received oral for the first time? Did he like it and come in reader's mouth or was he like, no no, my semen belongs in your womanhood, we’re supposed to be mating after all.

Oh he loved it!

(…and for sure was stunned!)

Minotaur!König has seen a lot of crazy, horrible, violent things and tbh the rest, he imagined. Most stuff other people would view as abnormal won’t shake our Bull at all. It’s the slow, supple, gentle things that make him halt in awe; sunrise, sunset, birdsong and tender hugs for example. Kind words and soft speech, smiles that lack cruelty, a hot stew after a long day out in the sun. Soft, seductive legs wrapped around him at night; a pair of whispering lips on his scarred, sunburnt skin.

Still, oral sex is one of the few things that will make Minotaur!König flustered (for a lack of a better term). If you’d ask König what he considers to be the ugliest part of his body, he’d simply show you his cock! Paradoxically, he’s also proud of it because he knows he’s big and therefore “potent”. But cocks also remind him of crude, blunt weapons about to do harm… They’re not so different from a thick oaken club or a spear, only a thousand times more awkward. His is always up when it shouldn’t, leaks on everything that should stay unstained, and looks far too big to be thrust inside someone soft like her.

So when she wants to take it in her mouth, the shock value is greater than the immediate pleasure for a moment… This won’t produce babies, and it only gives pleasure to him. Plus she looks very helpless when she does it; down on her knees like a slave, her stare guided up as if she’s begging for mercy. He isn’t used to seeing her like this! He can’t even hear her moans, they’re muffled on his cock as if she’s choking on it, and the scene looks so violent… All the while the pleasure is overwhelming, the sensations simply too much for him. Even worse is that he enjoys it no matter how sloppy and desperate she looks (she’s just in love but as always, love takes a while to get through König’s thick skull) and cums in no time, unable—or so he says—to even speak and prevent his seed from going to waste.

He rarely, if ever, has to take support from anyone or anything but now he grabs hold of the wall because she even licks his slowly softening cock clean. Kisses the tip so gently that he has to fight the urge to flinch away from her. Licks her lips and gives him a mischievous look, asks if he liked it :)

[notsominx]

5:06 AM and I’m thinking of…just the tip.

Like he knows you can take his whole cock if you tried. Though he can’t help but feel a bit guilty hearing your small whines of “It’s…too big..mm..I c-can’t.”

“Yes you can..you’re being so good for me. Just a bit more.” He mumbles pushing more of his mushroom tip into your tight cunt.

Your insides fluttered and squeezes around his tip, denying him to go any further. He lets out a groan of how good you feel. Slowly he starts thrusting, only fucking you with his tip.

Sooner you’ll have to adjust to his size, but for now, fucking with just the tip is fine.

A/N: This was just a rant since this been on my mindddd, Needa write this better whenever I can.

[seeuuu]

“ and if i may just take your breath away. „

lifeguard!rin x f!reader .

summary; that stoic lifeguard at the beach, an old classmate, saves you. unsure of how to repay him, he has other ideas.

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you enjoyed all of this. the hot sun beating down and tanning your skin, the lack of clouds. the smell of sunscreen and the sea as waves crashed against the sandy shore. the way you and your friends would laugh when one was pinched by a crab the few times you went into the water.

“stop splashing me!” you giggled, splashing water back at your friends who splashed again in retaliation. “come on, i said i wasn’t gonna get my hair too wet! you’re going to mess it up!” another laugh from your friends.

one scoffed playfully. “don’t be a big baby,” she teased, but stopped her splashing.

“let’s sit on the beach,” the other suggested, making her way to the shore. you and your other friend followed suit, and made it back to your beach chairs, each of you draping towels over yourselves. you shivered when a breeze hit, blowing your hair off of your face and making you suddenly feel cold even on the hot beach.

“uhm,” your friend muttered, poking your shoulder. “don’t look now, but there’s a totally sexy lifeguard checking you out.”

being you, you looked behind you, catching the lifeguard looking at you with a tiny smirk.

“woah, woah,” your other friend laughed. “isn’t that rin? that nerd from highschool? when did he get so.. muscular? and hot?” that earned a small laugh from your friend, and you.

you turned back around to face your friends, smiling with a tint of pink on your cheeks. this didn’t go unnoticed by your two friends, but they decided not to point it out.

.

an hour or so later, your skin felt hot and dry, so you set aside your book and told you friends you were going to go swim. the water looked a bit choppier and more violent than earlier, but thinking nothing of it, you swam in until you were out pretty far, struggling a bit to stay above the waves that kept coming.

you turned your head around for a moment, heard a brief scream from your friends as they ran towards the water, and then you got sucked under the water as a giant wave rolled over your head. you flailed, trying to swim up, but wave after another came and your foot was caught, wrapped up in seaweed. you kept your eyes shut tight.

you held your breath, beginning to feel that slight ache and fullness in your lungs, when you accidentally opened your mouth and felt water rush in, everything blacking out just as you heard a splash and felt two strong, calloused hands tighting gripping your waist and pulling.

.

“holy shit! she’s awake!” one of your friends cried out, the other clutching onto her arm and sobbing hysterically. “you scared us!”

“d-don’t ever do that again!” the other snapped, sniffling and hiding her tearful expression.

you opened your eyes wider, coughing up a bit more salty water and feeling your throat burn and go dry. your nostrils burned too, the water having gone up it while you struggled to hold your breath.

becoming more aware of your senses, you noticed rin was there too, straddling your lap but careful not to rest all of his weight onto you. his hands were still crossed in your chest, above your heart, and his expression was a bit blank. rin looked down at you through his lashes, dripping with water and abs flexing with the effort of standing up off of you.

he blinked. “you’re okay, right?”

“ye-” you were cut off by another coughing fit, water still trying to escape your body. “yes,” you tried again. rin stifled a small laugh.

he sighed. “next time, pay attention to how the waves look, and their patterns. we have signs about currents on the boardwalk. pretty much all over.”

���sorry,” you said sheepishly, watching as your friends walked off shaking their heads and packing up their things.

you sat up when they began to leave without you, disappearing onto the boardwalk. great, your only ride just left you, now you’d have to call an uber to drop you off back at your hotel room.

“that sucks,” rin commented, which you felt was rather unnecessary and unfair since you’d just almost died.. but whatever. you were about to snap back, when rin spoke again. “would you like a ride?”

“really?” you asked hopefully, before thinking a moment. “do you live around here?”

“i’m staying at that one hotel off coastal boulevard,” he replied, reaching a hand down and helping you to your feet. “i’m only a lifeguard here right now for the summers, i play soccer every other time of the year.”

“oh my, yes please,” you sighed in relief, and walked with rin to pick up your towel and wrap it around your both wet and sandy body.

“you owe me.”

.

the car ride was filled with mostly you talking, talking about funny moments from high school, your pets, your lives, past relationships, everything. rin was easy to talk to, his voice was calming, and god, those lips..

“are you listening?” rin asked, snapping you from your small trance. “i can feel you staring.”

“oh,” you whispered, looking out the window instead of at rin’s pretty face. “yes, sorry. say that again?”

“i asked what you want to eat when we get there.”

“chinese food?” you suggested, flashing a happy smile at rin as you pulled into the parking lot of the building.

.

after ordering the food, getting cozy in his hotel room after you took a shower, he let you wear his shirt (which was pretty big on you) and you had nothing else to wear but a pair of his boxers underneath. you hung up your bathing suit in the bathroom and heard him call out.

“i’m gonna go pick up the food, i’ll be back. i’m locking the door, don’t let anyone random in.”

you laughed.

when rin left, you sat in the bathroom for a moment, lost in thought. you thought about how hot rin looked on top of you, water dripping over his muscles and abs and his small hips and god, his thighs. you could have almost seen his print.

you could feel a small coil of heat in your lower abdomen, squeezing your thighs together and walking out of the bathroom. you got into the bed opposite of rin’s sliding underneath the covers onto your side and snaking your hand between your legs.

you prodded your fingers against your clit, letting out a small, pleased mewl from your mouth. you circled it, moaning quietly into the pillow and speeding up the works of your hand. you bit your lip hard enough to draw blood, trembling all over when you felt a hand on your shoulder from outside of the blanket. you paused, gulping as you pulled your hand out, sitting up and keeping the blanket over your sweaty and slick bottom half. it was rin. you hadn’t even heard the door open.

“are you okay?” he asked. “you were trembling and hiding under the blanket.”

“i-i’m okay,” you assured him, voice shaky and cheeks bright red. your cunt throbbed and fluttered over nothing, and you shut your thighs tightly, clearing your throat.

he raised an eyebrow. “what are you hiding?” he asked, and without warning, rin yanked the blanket off of you, but quickly noticed the wet spot on the crotch of his boxers, still growing. rin’s eyes widened, and his cheeks turned pink. “oh.”

“rin, i’m s-so so sorry! i don’t know what happened i-i just.. it just happened!” you stuttered, fumbling over your words and turning red all over. rin was silent, and you looked away, until a weight shifted onto your bed and strong hands forced your thighs apart. “w-what..?”

you barely had time to react when rin’s fingers hooked beneath the waistband of the boxers you had on and pulled them off of you, throwing them across the room.

“i thought of a way you can repay me,” rin whispered lowly, looking into your eyes, and then lowering his gaze to your pretty folds. “so beautiful. i’ll eat you out another time, okay? but tonight you’re doing all the work.”

.

rin ended up beneath you, leaning against the pillows on the bed, legs spread and cock standing at attention, leaking pre onto his belly. he was squirming. for someone so stoic and aloof, he sure was sensitive.

“i’m going to start, now, rin. is that okay?” you asked for confirmation, looking down at him as you hovered your entrance just above the tip, which was flushed and begging for attention. rin’s hands made their way to your plush hips, gripping tightly. he was happy you were still wearing his shirt, it looked good on you.

“go at it,” he whispered softly, watching as you lowered yourself onto his dick, your pussy gripping him like a vice and swallowing him whole.

“atta girl, just like that.”

when you started to grind up and down against him, your slick coating every vein on his cock and leaking down onto his abdomen.

rin whimpered quietly, panting as he threw his head back and squeezed your hips. licking his lips, he reached one hand up to your hair and tugged, leaning you in for a kiss, locking his tongue with yours and moaning.

you let out pleased whines and mewls, trying your best to pick up the pace, feeling like the little coil in your belly was about to snap.

rin was choking back groans, his own hips bucking upwards into you involuntarily, eyes shut and still rolling back from pleasure.

he pulled away when he came, shooting his load inside of you with a small cry, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he felt the juices of your release drip down his cock and onto him. he leaned back against the headboard, absolutely spent.

you leaned against him, wrapping your arms around his body and sighing happily, leaving his dick inside of you comfortably.

“did i do good?” you asked softly.

“the best girl all for me,” rin confirmed, humming as he reciprocated your embrace, squeezing you tight against his body.

“maybe you should let me save you more often.”

.

[five-and-dimes]

Off Book

Sometimes shit gets stuck in my head and I just gotta get it out. Dreamling, human au, soft smut, read on AO3.

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There is a script.

There is always a script, for everything and anything, even if Dream doesn’t always know what that script is. Sometimes he gets the words mixed up, or he gets the words right but the cadence wrong, and he’s left floundering until someone decides to cut him out of the dialog completely. 

Which. Hurts. But he gets it.

There is a script for this too.

Hob moving on top of him, hands on his hips to pull Dream back onto his cock with each thrust while Dream’s fingers curl around his shoulders. The bedframe is making little thuds against the wall, and Hob’s breath is hot as he pants next to Dream’s ear. Dream is biting his lip, because sometimes silence is more acceptable than the wrong line, and he feels the way his breath hisses through his teeth on a particularly strong thrust. Despite his best efforts, a needy, desperate whine escapes his throat. 

“What do you need, sweetheart?” Hob rasps, keeping his rhythm as he speaks, pulling back just slightly to glance at Dream’s face.

There is a right answer to his question.

Dream knows what he’s supposed to say. He knows it from porn, from oversharing friends, from partners who tried to spoon feed him his lines- You like it like this, right? I know this is what you want, I know this is what you need- until all he had to do was nod along. He knows what he’s supposed to say, he knows what’s expected, he knows the script here.

“Softer.”

He chokes the word out, and he thinks if Hob hadn’t had their faces pressed together it might have gone unheard, he might have had a second chance to get it right, to say what he knows he was supposed to- harder, faster, more- instead of pathetically pleading for the wrong thing. There are tears welling in his eyes and his breath catches in his throat as he feels Hob still. Maybe this isn’t the end. Maybe he will just have to endure rolled eyes and pointed questions designed to let him know exactly how ridiculous he was being, perhaps a few sharp comments about how weird and stupid he was. He would endure it all, gladly, to not be pushed away.

“Of course, love.”

Dream gasps, eyes snapping open when he hadn’t even been aware of clenching them closed in the first place. A tear escapes as he blinks in surprise, looking up at Hob’s gentle gaze. A flash of sadness crosses his face, followed by shining compassion as he leans down to kiss the corner of Dream’s eye, “Anything you want, sweetheart. That’s why I asked.”

People don’t ask because they want an answer. They ask to move the script forward, to follow the tracks laid down in front of them, to get to the ending plotted out in their heads already. For his whole life Dream has been taught that every interaction has one right answer and countless wrong ones. His answer had been wrong.

But Hob just smiles as he shifts them gently till they are laying on their sides, facing each other. He has one hand wrapped around Dream’s waist to hold the small of his back while the other tugs at his thigh, tangling their legs together and then petting up and down his side in long, soft strokes. 

“Like this?”

The next thrust is slow, and deep. Dream can hear himself sigh, wrapping his arms around Hob to pull him impossibly closer, burying his face against Hob’s neck just in case he fails to blink back his tears appropriately. It feels so good, and Hob is holding him so gently and fucking him softly, just like he asked, as if it was actually possible to get what he wants even when he wants the wrong thing. And he still feels certain he will do something to make it all go away.

He opens his mouth to… he’s not really sure what. To apologize, maybe. But all that comes out is a sharp gasp, and he hears Hob moan, a sound he has become so familiar with and fond of over their time together, the sound of Hob feeling good.

“God, you’re perfect,” he mumbled, a hazy note to his voice that he only got when he was truly losing himself to pleasure and Dream lets out a choked sob on the next thrust as he realizes that somehow he hasn’t messed anything up, Hob isn’t just being nice or indulging him to hold it against him later, Hob is enjoying himself just as much as Dream is.

And crying isn’t in the script either, but when Hob shifts to kiss him deeply, he doesn’t pull away at the taste of salt on his lips. He threads his fingers through Dream’s hair as they kiss, moving together languidly, no rush, no urgency. By the time they both come, Dream’s tears have dried, and Hob still hasn’t let him go.

As they clean up- still quiet, still slow- there is a part of Dream that wonders if this is just a new script for him to learn and eventually get wrong. As they curl up in bed together- still gentle, still soft- a larger part wonders if maybe, with Hob, there isn’t a script at all.

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

I can’t tell you how happy it made me to see a part two to the readers with sensitive clits. I was a person who wrote last time saying it was the first time I had seen myself in smut. The way you write these are so soft and comforting especially if you have past sexual trauma regarding this topic. It’s ridiculous because it makes me cry from feeling seen/comforted and horny at the same time because you write wonderful smut hahaha. Thank you for taking the time to write more.

Hey yes I remember you anon! I'm so happy this made you feel comforted (albeit horny lol).

I'm always open to starting a conversation about this stuff because I think women don't get the chance to experience the good before the bad, so I'm hoping they come across as soft and healing. Gotta admit though, Geto was harder to write than Nanami and Gojo but I'm thrilled that you liked this one too!

Well here's to more smut writing! 🥂

[abbysprettygiiirl]

I want to read soft smut so baaad, omg. 🥲

[therottendove]

eager

soft smutty starker // top!Peter x bottom!Tony

Peter's an eager lover, Tony learned quickly.

he's careful, of course, he doesn't want to hurt Tony (it doesn't really matter if Tony does enjoy a more painful sex). his are soft, taking time to make sure he's open and ready. Peter's far from small, the stretch's addicting. the eagerness coats everything, it feels like Peter wants to make him cum in one noght more than he did his whole life.

such a lovely thing, Tony thinks, Peter's a good lover. inexperienced as he is, it's so gentle and lovely.

Tony doesn't want to have anyone else in his life.

[spicysapphics]

her hand slowly traces up my back, barely touching it. i turn my head to see her eyes staring at me. our eyes lock, and for that moment, everything else goes away. all of the sounds die out, and her beautiful face is all i can see. finally her eyes break contact with mine as she turns them down to my lips. she quickly looks back up at my eyes, and hers crinkle up as she smiles. her hand begins to trace my neck, building tension before she gently grabs my face. i look down to see her licking her lips. she gently pulls me in. i close my eyes, trusting her completely. finally, our lips touch, and it’s magic.

[pendarling]

Bodily Responses

Villain sat up in bed and looked around aimlessly within the dark room with a contemplating look crossing their face.

"What is it?" Hero murmured under the covers of the soft, plush bed. They were on a mission together that classically required them to act as a married couple, something Villain had made clear they weren't for.

"Nothing." They whispered and got up—the sudden movement caused Hero to stir even further and push themselves off the mattress.

"Where are you going…?" They sighed gently and looked at where Villain's figure stood, gathering the extra bedsheets and pillows hidden in a small closet across the room.

Villain sighed and peeked out the window; it was still pitch black out, which meant they had a relatively long night waiting for them, "Sorry to disappoint you, honey." They tossed the pillow and blankets onto the floor, "I can't sleep next to you tonight."

"But whyyyy?…" they whined. It was an unfamiliar noise. Villain never thought they'd hear from them, especially knowing how cold Hero could be sometimes.

Villain chuckled and sat on the makeshift bed. "Uhhh…" They scratched their head hesitantly, "I was just… y'know. We don't have to do this when we're alone." They stared at where Hero's eyes might've been if the room was brighter; they didn't know it, but a strange heat had crawled up their neck and wrapped around their face, causing a reaction they hadn't expected. It made it challenging to breathe next to Hero in bed; it made it difficult to sleep, not when… they felt this way about them.

Hero groaned quietly, annoyed at the sudden circumstance, "Your loss." Their eyes fluttered shut, yet the presence of Villain's arms wrapped around their torso had made a faint demand for their existence. Villain sighed and laid down on the bed; the hardwood tiled floors underneath the flimsy blankets were an uncomfortable reminder of their body's unwelcomed response to the proximity shared with Hero. It wasn't as if they asked their body to behave so humiliatingly; they'd never thought of Hero like that at all, but perhaps their subconscious had other ideas of them.

Aside from being a damn nuisance and occasionally easy to tease, it still wasn't enough of a reason to respond so desperately. They swallowed and moved awkwardly to ease the tension they felt from the private regions of their body.

"I don't mind…" Hero whispered, their back still turning to them amidst the empty darkness.

Villain sat up slowly, their face wholly red and tired from withholding the aching sensation; with shame, they sighed roughly and ran a hand through their hair, "I'm sorry."

They knew.

Hero knew they'd been tempted in a rather unexpected way, and yet they remained silent. Some part of them wondered if Hero had wanted something to happen between them, yet they found their roles in reverse; Villain abstained from their desires while Hero caved in and encouraged them. They were embarrassed and, at the same time, deeply relieved at the indirect confession.

"You sure?"

They watched the back of Hero's head nod without even letting them finish their sentence.

They clamoured back into bed with Hero with shaking legs and unnaturally sweating hands. Their face focused on the figure of the rival and long-known partner. Their weight pushed into the comfort of the bedsheets as the bed creaked gently.

Hero turned back over to face their side and greeted them with a ghostly smile dancing from their tired face. As they'd rejoined, Villain's heart began to race in the same fast-paced rhythm as before, and this time, they let it happen.

Hero lifted their arm for them and snuggled in closely; Hero's hair had a specific sweet scent, and their body radiated a heat they hadn't felt in a while. "This isn't usually like me." They spoke.

Hero sighed, sinking deeper into slumber, "Nothing to be scared of."

~~~ MASTERLIST

[lampylamperson]

Sweet sweet soft sex to this song //O-O//

I’m ace I swear-

[southerngothicchic]

This is the most self-indulgent thing I've written so far 🙃

You loved your boyfriend's hands. You loved how his fingers traced along your skin, especially your neck. Just the warmth from his touch made you crave him even more. You also loved when they roamed your body, except when he slid them under your shirt. You'd place your hand on his, stopping him and he would always nod and whisper, "Ok."

You felt ridiculous, letting your insecurities about your body get to you, but you couldn't help it. You knew the types of girl's he was with before you, and the one thing they had that you didn't.

It wasn't like you were completely flat chested, but your breasts were on the smaller side. Which in turn, made you super self conscious, especially when you were in high school. Now, fast forward a few years, and you were dating the man of your dreams and former high school crush, Steve Harrington.

The relationship was still fairly new, though he made it clear in that short period of time how much he adored you. His arms were always around you, his lips pressing kisses anywhere he could. He was so doting and sweet, truly the perfect boyfriend.

Whenever you were intimate, he made sure to go at your pace. Your comfort and pleasure came first, sometimes literally. With as much as you knew he adored you, you still couldn't bring yourself to let him see or feel your bare chest. You silently berated yourself for still feeling this way.

You longed to feel his hands all over you, and you know he wanted that too.

One night you find yourself in a similar position, laying underneath him, as you make out. Your hands are in his hair as he kisses you slowly, savoring the feeling of your lips.

One hand rests next to your head, while the other holds your hip. He gradually moves it higher, slipping it under your shirt. The feeling of his fingertips makes you shiver, before his hand cups you through your bra.

You whimper against his lips as he squeezes.

"You like that, honey?" He asks, in between another kiss.

You nod, opening your eyes to dreamily gaze up at him.

"Would you like to feel more?"

You watch his warm eyes darken with lust as he awaits your answer.

"Yes."

"Can you take this off for me, then?" He lightly pulls on the hem of your oversized shirt.

You nod again, and he sits up, so you can pull your shirt over your head. It slips from your hands onto the floor as your eyes are on Steve. His gaze is hungry as his eyes travel your chest. He then leans forward and runs his finger under your bra strap. His eyes meet yours and you know what he wants.

You sharply inhale, before reaching to unclasp your bra. It then hangs loosely on your arms, before you discard it. It lands on the floor, somewhere near your shirt. You immediately cover yourself, heat rising to your cheeks. He then reacts by wrapping you in his arms and pressing kisses to your forehead.

"You're safe with me, honey," he assures.

You feel your eyes watering from how comforting he is.

"You know what," he begins, pulling away, "just so we're even..."

He then tugs his striped polo over his head and tosses it on the floor. You bite your lip at the sight of his hairy chest. He smiles before kneeling in front of you. His hands gently grip your wrists as he looks into your eyes. You resist, at first, before letting him guide your hands away from your chest and place them against his.

You try to stifle a gasp as you make contact with his skin. He releases your wrists and slips his arms around your waist, pushing you closer to him. Your chest presses against his as he captures your lips in a kiss.

The sensation of the light scratch of his chest hair against your nipples makes you moan into the kiss.

"Love feeling you close like this..." he breathes. "Love that you trust me... you do trust me, don't you, angel?"

"Yes..."

"Lie back," he instructs, with the tip of his nose brushing yours. "I wanna show you how much I adore you."

Your mind's already fuzzy as you lay back, onto the bed. He hovers over you, his body overwhelming your senses as he places kisses along your neck. You wrap your arms around him as he sucks the first of many hickeys into your skin. He kisses his way to your collarbone, lightly nibbling on it, before kissing lower and lower, until he reaches the top of your breast.

You tense up when you feel his hot breath on you.

"You're so beautiful, angel," he laments. "I wish you could see yourself the way I do."

He presses kisses all over, before swirling his tongue around your nipple.

Your back arches and a breathy sigh of his name leaves your lips as he sucks you into his mouth. His moans vibrate through you as you throw your head back.

He pulls away, glancing up at you and seeing how you're already unraveling.

"That feel good?" He asks, with a smirk as you nod.

"I always wanna make you feel good, angel, if you'll let me..."

"I want too," you reply. "I'm just nervous..."

"About what?"

You shakily exhale. "Not living up to your expectations. I'm so afraid of disappointing you..."

"Honey," he begins, his tone serious, yet comforting, "you could never disappoint me. I care so much about you and really it should be the other way around."

"Steve-"

"I'm not the same guy I was in high school. We're like completely different people now, so you don't need to worry about living up to nonexistent expectations anymore," he comforts, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek.

"I love every part of your body, and I don't want you to be afraid to let your guard down with me," he continues, as his thumb caresses your cheek.

"You're obviously not that guy anymore, and I know I shouldn't still feel like this, but-"

He cuts you off with a soft kiss.

"Its ok. I'll go as slow as you want," he breathes, ghosting his lips over yours.

"You're really wonderful, Steve Harrington," you smile, curling your fingers in his hair.

Now he's blushing as you guide his lips back to yours.

"Can I keep showing you how much you mean to me?"

"Yes, please..." you breathe, perfectly content with letting your boyfriend worship you for the rest of the night.

[minimomoe]

Late Night Ride

Pairing: Aizawa x reader

an: soft smut, fem reader, mentions of blood, wound cleaning ( my fav ), thigh riding, established relationship

MDNI

It wasn’t unusual for you to go to sleep without the pro hero beside you. You have since accepted the fact that most nights you would either go to sleep with him or wake up with him, but not both, so when you heard him quietly trying to sneak inside your bedroom to avoid waking you, you were quick to turn over and call out his name.

“Hello, you,” you smiled at him. He was still wearing his work clothes that had been dirtied in a fight. The binding cloth he used was wrapped in a heap around his shoulders, his black cargo pants had marks all over them, and black long sleeves had slashed on the arms and a larger gash across his chest. Your eyes widened at the wound and you got up to run your hands over his body.

“What happened?! Are you okay? Do you feel pain here?” You shot rapid fire questions at him and Shouta chuckled quietly.

“I’m okay, my love, just a little scratched up.”

“This is not little,” you mumbled and pushed him onto the bed and went into the bathroom to collect your first aid kit and then stood between his legs. His hair sat over his shoulders, and you always wondered how he fought without putting it up. You rested your hand on his face, running your thumb over the raised scar under his eye and gave him a short but sweet kiss.

“Why didn’t you stop by Recovery Girl?” You asked as you lifted his shirt to assess the damage. The cut was an angry red and long, slashing across his abs, but you could tell that it was shallow and no longer bleeding. You reached out for your alcohol wipe and gently patted the edges. You stopped every so often when he took a particularly sharp breath in, but he swore he was alright so you continued your treatment.

Shouta watched your carefully before pulling you over one of his legs to rest on, and you sat on his thigh while he leaned back to let you access the wound better. He put a hand underneath your night shirt, tracing the nubs of your spine back and forth.

“It’s,” he stretched his neck to look at the bed stand clock, “2:53 am,” he sighed. “I don’t want to bother the old lady.” Your eyes skated over the muscles and tendons in his neck that shone in the pearly moonlight before refocusing on the task at hand. Shouta hissed when you pressed a little too hard and your eyebrows knitted together.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, not making eye contact with him. Shouta leaned forward and lifted your chin up.

“I’m okay, really. I always am when I’m with you,” he murmured. He pulled you closer to give you another kiss. It was deeper than the last one, and his tongue swiped against yours. When you broke the kiss you stared at his lips before flicking your eyes up to meet his.

“Don’t get all soft on me now, Eraser Head,” you grumbled. “I still need to clean you up.” You tried to push him back but he wasn’t budging.

“Shouta.”

“Hm?” He was kissing your cheek and jaw slowly, leaving wet marks in their wake.

“Shouta, your cut,” you tried to reason with him, but he had both hands underneath your nightgown and was guiding your hips right over his leg.

“It doesn’t hurt.”

“You’re just saying that,” you gasped. You could feel yourself growing wetter on his thigh. The rough fabric of his pants was rubbing against your clit through your panties harshly, but you found yourself riding his thigh slowly but gaining speed steadily.

“Sounds like you want this as much as I do,” he hummed against your neck. He could feel your pulse on his lips and he smiled into it. His hands went higher, cupping your breasts to feel their warmth then pinched your nipples gently. You groaned at the touch and bucked your hips faster.

“Yes, please,” you moaned. You fumbled with his pants until you released his cock from its confinements and then it was his turn to moan. You teased the tip with your thumb, collecting the precum on your finger and watched his eyes flutter close. “I need more,” you mumbled.

“You’re gonna have to do all the work, darling. I’m injured, remember?”

You groaned in frustration and began to grind faster on top of his leg. I shouldn’t stop now before he gets hurt , you thought, but the sensation of an impending orgasm, his hot length in your hand, and his muffled moans into your skin was clouding your better judgment.

“Come on, my love, I know you can go faster than that,” he teased. You weren’t sure if he meant what you were doing on his leg or with your hand but it didn’t matter, you doubled your speed in both. Shouta bit your shoulder in response and you gasped loudly. You could feel his dick twitching in your hand and knew that he was close and so were you.

Shouta grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you down for another kiss, if you could even call it that. His mouth was everywhere at once, swallowing your moans and taking all that you had left. He moved his leg in tandem with yours, so your bodies would press against each other at the same time.

He whispered more affirmations against your ear and you came hard against his leg, giving one last burst of energy to ride his leg and stroked his cock until you heard him release an elongated moan.

“Fuck, baby,” he strained, but you were barely able to hear it over how hard you were breathing. Your legs twitched over his, and you looked down at him to see his face was a pinker than before. You leaned in to give him another kiss before chastising him lightly.

“Let’s hope that didn’t hurt you,” you mumbled. Shouta chuckled and nuzzled his head in your shoulder.

“You could never hurt me.”

You scrunched your nose at him but stroked his hair gently. “You’re so corny and you stink. You need to take a shower.”

“Take it with me,” he peered at you. He wasn’t even giving doe eyes but you couldn’t deny him when he looked at you like that.

“Fine,” you acquiesced. You slowly got off of his thigh and dragged him into the shower.

[alpaca-clouds]

Kinktober Day 15: A Beautiful Morning

Alright. I just kinda also had to write some shipping stuff with Karlach. And some smut. Because this woman is freaking hot. (Hehe.) Question was: Shipping with whom? Because on one hand Wyll and Karlach have a nice dynamic. On the other hand, Karlach and Shadowheart are fun together, too.

So, in the good old polyamory thingie... Why not both and put them into a triad?

Also, it should be noted: I will just outright ignore Karlach's canonical endings. She is fixed. Because MAGIC. She gets her nice happy ending where she gets to fight some mountain trolls, alright?

@polyamships

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

I just wanted to say I really appreciated your sensitive clit post. I have a similar issue to the Nanami one and I’ve never seen myself in smut before. People think it sounds great but it can make sex and relationships difficult. It made me want to cry because yn was treated so kindly. I hope me saying this didn’t make you feel uncomfortable I just found it very validating and comforting.

Oh goodness, thank you so much for your kind words. 😭�� I'm not uncomfortable at all.

As someone who has experienced something similar myself I just needed something softer that I hadn't seen here and that post was the result.

It's really not talked about enough, that our pleasure centers don't always need to be treated roughly or overstimulated and that there are some people who are very much ok with it not being touched at all.

I'm glad you were able to see yourself in my post. Everyone deserves a Nanami who tries to understand them and make their experience a good one on their own terms.

[newtabfics]

No title for this cuz brain go brr. Have some Astarion being a bottom and getting the kisses he deserves from Tav.

My Tav is a wood-elf ranger that is just too sweet and caring for her own good and gets in trouble a lot. (Working up the balls to comm art for her lmao)

She smiled as she played with his hair. Astarion was snuggled deeply into the blankets of his tent. The night air soothed those around them. At Tav's request, they kept quiet and managed to not wake the others, somehow, with their lovemaking.

Astarion smiled at the notion: Lovemaking. 

She had said it so innocently that his heart melted.

In this tent, they had the privacy to love each other as they saw fit, as long as they were quiet.

As her fingers danced around his ears, he found his lips curling up into a smile as he looked to her. "Are you looking for another round?" He teased. "You're insatiable."

"Quit," She chuckled, pinching his ear gently. He winced, smiling still. She hummed, studying the scars on his back. "You trust me, don't you?"

"With my life," He sighed helplessly then blinked when she moved to straddle his back. "Darling, what are you plotting?"

Astarion's breath hitched as he gripped the sheets when a soft kiss pressed against the back of his neck. "Darling–Oh."

Her tongue met the flesh of his scar, her lips following. Her mouth mapped out the surface of his scars, sending a jolt through his body that had him squirming. Her hands rubbed tenderly at his sides as she hummed.

"You know, could take a potion sometime to…change my body a bit," She muttered, kissing lovingly over his flesh.

Astarion bit his lip as he tried to repress the moans that escaped with each kiss. It was like his nerves were lit alive as her tongue and lips carefully worked over each scar.

"Oh shit," He whimpered.

Tav hummed as his body writhed, sliding her hands around to his front. She smiled when he adjusted his hands, giving her the ability to caress his chest as she continued to kiss and lick each scar slowly. 

It was as though she were memorizing each scar. She hummed as she found a spot of unmarred skin and bit gently.

Astarion shuddered as his skin twitched, pressing himself into her hands. "Darling," He groaned, shuddering as her hands moved. 

One hand on his chest, almost cradling his thudding heart. The other trailing down, down…down until she gripped him. 

"Tav!" He gasped as she began to stroke him slowly.

"Shh," She cooed gently, kissing the scars lovingly. "Doing so good for me, My Star. You're so cute when you're like this."

He whimpered out a pathetic, "Not cute," before a whine escaped. Her thumb rubbed over the swollen head of his cock as she continued to pump him slowly.

Astarion whimpered and bit his lip, trying to hold in the moans as her lips moved up to his neck. His hips thrust into her hand, desperate for that release as she picked up the pace.

"My Star," She hummed. Her lips trailed up to his ear as he felt her breasts against his back. "Come for me."

The vampire had to bite into the pillow to muffle his grunting moan as his cock twitched. His load shot out onto the blankets. His body twitched and shuddered before finally collapsing into the bedding. His eyes fluttered as he panted, twitching as her hands carefully pulled away.

She smiled when those dark red eyes slowly looked to her, his teeth finally releasing the pillow.

Astarion blinked when she covered her mouth to suppress her laugh. "What?" He asked softly, still dazed from the quick orgasm. She pointed to the pillow.

Two puncture holes where he'd bitten.

His cheeks tinged as she giggled before he smirked. "Oh, now don't be coy. That's your fault you know."

"What? What'd I do?" She chuckled innocently.

His arms snapped around her, playfully nipping at her neck and making her squeak as he did. He couldn't help his giddy smile as he pulled her close.