#mortyvongola2-0 fic

[mortyvongola2-0]

Drunk

Pairing: Naruto Uzumaki x Reader

Genre: Smut, drabble

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: afab!reader, pussy drunk!Naruto, oral (female receiving), cursing, vaginal fingering, squirting, overstimulation, praise, use of good girl and sweetheart, coming untouched

A/N: I don't know, blame @justmyownreality and @tired-biscuit for this one. Specifically, jmor, because we love a babbling mess Naruto.

Just for clarification, there is no alcohol involved. This is a different kind of drunk.

...I definitely don't have other projects I should be working on. Nope not at all.

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You bit a clenched fist, your eyes squeezed shut. A shaky breath left your open lips, your head falling back as your spine arched. “Nn!”

“Mmm.” His voice vibrated through you, and his sloppy movements sped up. That tongue was devilish, wicked in its accuracy as it tormented your clit. The sounds were obscene. His moans and groans as he feasted, the sloshing sounds of your pussy as he made a mess of you. It was all too much.

Your hand moved back down, tangling in his blonde strands as you let out a gasp. He was practically purring. “N-Naruto!”

He thrust a finger inside of you in response. His long finger curled and rubbed against your walls, searching for that spot he knew would drive you wild. Your breath hitched when he found it and attacked it with a second finger.

The blonde’s lips left your throbbing bud with a loud smack and you couldn’t help but let out a pathetic whimper. His chin was coated in your slick, you shivered at the sight. “That’s it, sweetheart. Such a good girl,” he praised. “So good for me. Gods, I could eat your pussy all day. So good.”

Those deft fingers began to make a scissoring motion but made sure to press against your sweet spot with each stretch. Your voice reached a higher pitch, and your thighs began to tremble as you felt the knot in your core begin to tighten. “You make such pretty sounds. So pretty, all for me.”

“This pretty,” he licked your clit once. “Sloppy pussy, all for me.”

His thumb came up and rubbed your clit in tight circles, his tongue joined his thick fingers, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Cumming! I’m-”

A gasp tore through you, your legs shook against his shoulders. Quickly, he removed his fingers and tongue from your clenching channel and began to lick long stripes along your sex. Every lap of his tongue on your sensitive clit had you jolting and whining. Every press of his swollen lips was followed by a swallow.

He groaned loudly. “So, so good. Your pussy tastes sooo good. Fuck, I need more. Cum again, I need it. Cum again for me, sweetheart.”

Naruto’s fingers returned with vigor, his tongue wriggling inside you. He practically folded you in half as he rose, your legs still trembling against his shoulders. You were so sensitive, the thrum of your orgasm still ringing in your ears. Tears began to prick your eyes as your sounds began to get shorter and higher.

The groans from his lips and chest vibrated against you, and you began to twitch and thrust as the sensations grew. “T-too much!”

His tongue left your opening only long enough for him to say, “S’okay, sweetheart. Just one more.”

Your clit throbbed, it felt like liquid heat. The tears that began to collect began to slide down your cheeks as you rolled your hips both toward his mouth and further away. Your painted toes curled, your trembling fingers twisted in the sheets below you. Your feet pressed against his back and he grunted.

That knot began to tighten again. Your eyes squeezed shut once more, your mouth opening in a silent gasp. All thoughts were wiped from your mind as sensation took over. Your second orgasm hit, and Naruto devoured it like he was starved.

The noises he made were lewd, his hips thrusting into nothing. He slurped, sucked, and lapped at your oversensitive sex and you whined as it began to be too much again. “No-no more,” you pleaded.

He pulled away with a gasp, his chin and neck dripping. His chest moved with rapid breaths and his fingers gripped your hip with bruising strength. “So, so, so good. Such a good girl, such a good pussy. Fuck,” he breathed. “Shit, you taste so good.”

The fingers that’d been resting against your inner thigh went back to your sex, and you whined. You shook your head. “One more, sweetheart. Just one-“ he cut himself off with a moan, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. “Pussy so pretty and wet. Mmm,” his fingers slid inside of you once more, their pace slow to give your twitching channel a bit of a break. “Gonna cum just from your taste.”

“Only one more,” he muttered, again and again, as he pressed kisses against your mound until you nodded your consent.

As soon as he had it, his lips wrapped back around your clit and had you mewling. It didn’t take long for the combination of pleasure and pain to build up once more. Every flick of his tongue had you in agony. You wanted more and it hurt just right.

Your hips moved against his face; your cries came out more like short screams. “N-Nart,” was all you could say, everything else came out as an incoherent babble. He reveled in it.

His lips never left your flesh, his teeth scraped against your bud and you saw white. Three thick fingers thrust in and out, in and out, and your body couldn’t take it anymore. With a final flick of his wrist, his fingers scraped against your sweet spot once more and you came. Harder than you’ve ever cum before.

Fluid gushed out of you. In a rush, they dropped from his face and your legs onto the bed below. He tried to lap at it all, to take in every last drop, but you began to push against his head. Naruto swallowed with a loud groan and a shiver of her of his own as he held your hips up and licked his lips.

His pupils were blown wide, his jaw slack, and his breathing hard. You watched as his eyes rolled back for a moment before a warmth splashed against the backs of your thighs and his body shook. He plopped back onto his haunches shortly after.

The blonde licked his lips and smirked at you as he said, “That’s my good girl.”

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Love very much @kylorengarbagedump for introducing me to a Kylo who speaks Mando'a.

Also grateful to @mortyvongola2-0 and @starsandroots for their exploration of Ilum/Starkiller Base in their fics.

They've really helped shape the Not a Fan remake. Not to mention how freaking talented they are.

[mortyvongola2-0]

Day 3: Touchless Orgasm

Can't Help it

Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x Reader

Genre: Oneshot, smut, kinktober prompt

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: afab!reader, touchless orgasm, a lot of dirty talk, like a lot a lot of it, semipublic, oral sex (male receiving), dom Kakashi, very dom Kakashi I can't emphasize this enough, use of the word 'slut' but you know in the fun way, throat abuse, possessive behavior, dominance/submission, face fucking, voice kink, office blowjobs

A/N: Kinktober is a year round event right? Not just one month out of the year, right? Also, lemme know if you want to be apart of tagged list.

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It was unfair, really. He knew what he did to you, how his voice could affect you. How he could get you to do almost anything with the promise of him. You whined, your thighs pressed together to try and get some friction against your weeping sex.

So unfair.

His chuckle, low and heavy with pleasure, made you whine around his cock again. Your jaw was stretched wide, drool escaped from the corners of your lips as you continued to take him as far into your mouth as your body allowed. Just having him in your mouth alone was enough to make you wet enough to soak through your clothes.

“Mm, you look so pretty like this,” his voice was breathy but firm, husky but more addictive to you than any drug or cigarette could be. “Slobbering all over my cock, under my desk, whining like you’re on edge from this alone.”

You closed your eyes, you would have shaken your head if you could have, but instead you swallowed more of him. The fat head hit the back of your throat and you fought against the gag that threatened to overtake you. You could feel your clit throb.

“Do you want to touch yourself?”

Gods, yes.

“To cum with my cock in your throat?” His hips thrust forward for emphasis, and you felt saliva slide further down your chin. You pulled back, taking him out of your throat before pushing him back in, trying to take him in even further. “What a cute little cock slut you are.”

His hands tugged at your hair, the minute amount of pain turning into a pleasant buzz in your pleasure-addled brain. You moaned against him, your hips moving on instinct. Your sex clenched around nothing. The delicious chuckle that left him was cut off by a sharp gasp as you attempted to swallow around him. You opened your eyes again, even as you felt them begin to tear up, to try to take in the sight of him with his head tossed back. Your hand began to reach down to slip beneath the waistband of your pants.

“Don’t,” he panted.

You blinked at him in confusion, vision blurred with unshed tears. He groaned, the hand that was in your hair tugged harder, forcing you to take him in up to the root, your nose pressed firmly against the silver locks at his base. You sputtered, the tears finally falling.

“Fuck,” he groaned again, hips moving minimally. “Don’t touch yourself,” he commanded.

A keen left your throat and vibrated around his shaft. You wanted to ask why, to demand he allow you that small relief, but instead you dragged your teeth against him as he pulled out until only the leaking tip remained on the back of your tongue.

“I know you don’t need it to cum.”

He began to thrust eagerly, fucking your face with abandon. “All you need is this,” both of his hands came down to hold your cheeks and caress your jaw. The noises that left your throat were lewd and wet, you could feel your pussy throb with desperation, and you spread your bent legs. “My cock, my- ah,” you closed your eyes again so you could focus on the sounds. His sounds. “My voice. You’re so easy, so depraved.”

His thumbs rubbed against the stretched corners of your lips. “I don’t even have to see your pretty little hole to know that it’s drooling more than your mouth. Hn,” his grip tightened on your face, and you humped the floor, feeling no relief from the increasing ache. “I’ll cum down your throat and tell you to cum and you will, because its my voice telling you to. Because you can’t resist me.”

You could feel your slick as it leaked against your thighs, could feel yourself suck him harder as your need grew. If only he was inside of you, ruining your insides like he was your throat. You needed Kakashi to pull you out from under his desk and bend you over and take you so thoroughly you wouldn’t be able to walk straight. The throbbing in your core grew as his groans increased and the abuse on your throat worsened. You were so turned on, it felt like you were being edged.

“You’ll swallow it all, every last drop, and leave my office with drool down your chin, your slick down your legs, and a belly full of my cum.”

A shiver crawled up your spine and your grip on his pant legs turned white knuckled. You felt close but torturously so. He was right, you were depraved. Your clit begged for any kind of stimulation, a single touch and you were sure you’d be gone. “Fuck, you like that, don’t you? You’re close, aren’t you?” You whined and he let out a humorless laugh. “Mmm, look at your hips moving on their own. So naughty, getting so worked up over having a cock in your mouth that you’re about to cum.”

A desperate whine left your throat.

“Go on,” he grunted, his own hips stuttering. “Cum, cum while I paint your throat.”

Kakashi let out a stuttering gasp and you felt the tension in your core release at the same instance his seed shot down your esophagus. It was hot and thick, some of it leaking out onto your tongue as you struggled to swallow while still cumming yourself. Your walls clenched around nothing, your clit ached with over sensitivity, and you could feel your fluids slide further down your skin and soak your clothes completely. It was an unsatisfactory orgasm that had left you twitching and achingly overstimulated.

“Mm, good girl.”

His fingers rubbed your stiff jaw gently as he pulled out, it made an ungodly wet schlop as he left your throat before leaving a wet trail against your lips. You closed your mouth when he was out, the tang of spend along your tongue as you struggled to get it all down. He’d cum so much.

“That’s it,” he muttered and rubbed his thumbs over your lips. “Swallow your reward.”

“P-please,” your voice was hoarse, tongue heavy, and throat thick with him. You needed him then more than ever before. “Kashi, please, fuck me.” “Hm, how can I deny a request like that from such pretty swollen lips?”

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[mortyvongola2-0]

Day 6: Hair-pulling

At Wit's End

Pairing: Gaara of the Sand x Reader

Genre: Oneshot, smut, kinktober prompt

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: afab!reader, oral sex (female receiving), hair pulling (male receiving), little bit of dirty talk, Gaara is a bit of a dom in this ngl, vaginal fingering, lots of teasing, there's a little bit of fluff at the end

A/N: Man I love Gaara, like so much. This prompt was a prompt I was looking forward to and I'm sorry its so short but the ending just felt right. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy~

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The flat press of his tongue against your folds had you letting out a noise that was a mixture of a gasp and squeak. The next swipe of his tongue placed a good amount of pressure against your vulnerable clit and you bit your bottom lip to help smother the noise. The young Kazekage had your legs pushed up against your chest, his hands pressed against your knees, while he gave the entirety of his attention to your weeping sex. You smoothed his fiery locks against the back of his head, but the more involved his tongue became the stronger your grip on his hair.

“You’re twitching so much,” his gruff voice and hot breath fanned over your flesh and made you shiver. “But we just started.”

“Don’t tease.”

“Hm.” He brought one of his deft fingers down to rub around your wet entrance. “I’ll think about it.”

Gaara began to rub his thumb against your sensitive bud and lap at your opening. His attentions were too light, only enough to stimulate you but not enough to bring you to that blissful edge. He pressed his thumb down on your clit, roughly, and you gasped and pulled on his spiked strands. It was a sharp tug, only for a moment, but it was enough to get that sharp hiss of breath from him that you loved so much. The former jinchuriki began to move his thumb quickly, keeping that same rough pressure, and focused on worming his tongue’s way inside of you.

“Mmm.” You bit your bottom lip and curled your free leg overtop of his pale shoulder. He moved his tongue slowly, torturously, as he dragged it against your sensitive walls. Rarely did he lose his patience, especially when it came to these sorts of things. The young Kazekage loved nothing more than to tease, to give pleasure but only to the extent he allowed. All in order to see your reactions, but his favorite was when you pulled on his soft strands.

The first time was an instinctual reaction, a sharp tug to try and ground yourself during your orgasmic high, but his response to it had been more surprising. A gasp with wide sea-foam greens, an involuntary buck of his hips, and a tremble down his spine were not a reaction you had expected but definitely one you savored. From then on, when given the opportunity, you’d make sure to pull at his hair at some point during your trysts. Gaara was the one who told you how he preferred it when it was a response to his actions, and you were never one to deny him.

His tongue curled against your vaginal walls, and you let out a weak moan. That devious muscle could play you like a fiddle. The way he knew how to work you, how to get the most out of you and yet chose to keep you on that ledge drove you insane. “G-Gaara, please,” you whined, your fingers gripping his strands tightly. You tugged again, attempting to spur him to go faster, but his self-control was too great. He continued his languid thrusting, his lazy manipulation of your turgid bud. You whined, your hips trying to move against his face in attempts to reach your release faster, but he moved his grip down from your knee to your pubic bone and pressed down on your center, thwarting your plans.

Against your wishes, he removed his tongue from inside of you, as well as his fingers, and you groaned in frustration. “So impatient,” he muttered. He sounded so gruff and raspy, and when you looked down at him you could see the telltale sheen of slick against his lips and chin. You wanted to pull him right back to your center by his hair. That’s exactly what he wants, you thought as you watched him tap his fingers against your skin gently. “What are you so eager for?”

He swirled one finger around your sopping entrance before gently pushing it inside and pumping it languidly. You tugged on his hair in response, groaning at the minute amount of relief and giving in to your baser need to have his mouth on you again. The quiet moan that left him at your pull made you tug on it again. “I’m always eager for more of you,” you muttered, to which he chuckled.

Giving into your needs, but only a little, he began to lap at your clit while he added a second finger, the pace only a bit faster than before. You needed so much more, the pleasure and teasing had created a knot in your stomach that was begging for release. Without thinking, you pulled at his strands again and tried to buck your hips. The hair pulling made him close his eyes for a moment and groan into your sex. He paused his ministrations briefly before starting them again, scissoring you and licking your bud with random zigzag patterns, and it could have just been your wishful thinking, but you thought, or rather hoped, that he had gotten just a bit quicker.

You moaned, your back arching as he added a third finger. That damned teasing pace continued. You were almost at your wits end—he hadn’t teased you for that long before! With three of his pale fingers moving so lazily inside you and his tongue seemingly practicing shapes against your overly sensitive clit you could hardly feel the tears beginning to well in your eyes. Truly, this was madness. Your legs twitched, both now locked behind his shoulders in order to keep your teasing lover in place, your thighs trembled, and your hands shook as they kept their ever-tightening grip on his hair.

“You’re clenching my fingers rather roughly,” he grumbled into your soaked flesh. “Do you need something?”

You swore you’d never felt so aggravated with the man in your life.

With the last remnants of your sanity, you let go of his hair and that made him pause. He looked up at you, those heated eyes of his seemingly questioning if he’d gone too far and if you were alright, his hand at your pubic bone removing itself to hold your trembling thigh gently. But your response came slowly, as you carded your fingers through those messy locks, scratching his scalp lightly as you went. His eyes closed again, and a soft breath left his lips and blew against your aching sex. Gaara resumed his movements, his frustratingly slow movements, and you gathered as much of his hair as you could from the back of his head.

You kept your legs locked behind him, made sure you had a satisfactory amount of hair, and waited. The quiet schlicks, the wet sound of his tongue moving against your throbbing clit, and your quiet pants were drowned out by the sound of blood rushing in your ears. Maybe he sensed something was coming, or maybe not, but all the same he seemed to pick up the pace by a noticeable amount. It was too late, as wonderful as it felt to finally have a bit more of that heavenly friction that you’d been seeking, you weren’t going to let him continue to tease you. You were tired of the edge, you wanted to fall off.

On the next curl of his fingers, you pulled at his hair, hard. Harder than you’d ever done before, and you pressed your heels into his back to get him as close as you physically could. You were sure the pulling had hurt, but he only let out a loud gasp in surprise, a very similar sound to the first time you’d pulled at his locks. And it worked, that incredible patience finally seemed to snap as you kept your tight grip and he began to devour you like a man starved.

A loud moan left you, your back arching above the bed. He let you roll your hips against his mouth and fingers at the erratic pace you had so desperately been waiting for. “Nnnn, Gaara.” You squeezed your eyes shut and felt the very beginnings of that release you so desperately needed. His tongue licked your clit rapidly, his three fingers thrusting so hard and deep inside of you that you were sure to be sore later. “Yesss, coming!”

With only a few more bucks of your hips, laps of his tongue, and thrusts of his fingers you were coming undone. To the best of your ability, you tried to keep that strong hold on his hair, knowing that was what he needed the most. He moaned as he felt your walls flutter around his fingers and your clit throb against his tongue. Gaara lifted his head just a bit, just enough to watch your face and body contort as you lost your grip on his head. Your legs fell from around his shoulders, and he held them open.

He sat up, watching you closely as you basked in the blissful feeling of release after being pent up for so long. His hair was a disaster, some red strands having been pulled off remained in your hands. His chin was soaked with the evidence of your desire and his eyes told you everything you needed to know. That heated gaze, those gorgeous orbs, told you that the two of you were far from finished. So, you gave him as best a wink you could in your state.

Gaara let out a puff of breath at your sloppy wink and crawled further up your form until he was right above your face. “You drive me to my wit’s end,” he muttered before placing a soft kiss on your temple. You loved the small smile that had found its way to his lips.

“I can say the same about you.”

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Day 2: Mutual Masturbation

Loving Lesson

Pairing: Gaara of the Sand x Reader

Genre: Oneshot, smut, kinktober prompt

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: afab!reader, mutual masturbation, vaginal fingering, fapping, pretty fluffy ngl

A/N: This is the softest smut I've ever written. Very fluffy, very domestic, very loving. For once there's not even any dirty talk which is crazy for me. If you're looking for more intense Gaara stuff don't worry, there will be later. Hope you enjoy!

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Physical affections were something foreign to you, but you were learning and adapting quickly. Your boyfriend was rather similar in his comfortability with touching. You both had overcome much, initially hand holding had been the extent of both of your tolerances for a few months before moving forward to embraces and continuing the progress to get to what you were so anxiously excited about. Both of you had been together long enough, longer than most other couples before they passed the stage you had yet to take on but that didn’t matter, what mattered is that you both felt ready.

He had broached the subject first, a light dusting of pink on his cheeks and an avoidant stare to the side the only tells as to his own mental anxiety about the question. You had agreed, maybe a bit too quickly. The both of you had decided on a night where you both had a relatively lax schedule and you waited anxiously for the day to arrive. When it came, you had to ask your best friend to help you prepare.

She had helped you choose clothes, specifically underwear, that you had no idea even counted as underwear. You had never felt so pretty before, it was a good feeling but an unfamiliar one. When you arrived at his door you felt like your heart might burst from your chest. It’s just a regular date, you reminded yourself. A regular date with a little extra after dinner.

Before you could even knock on the door it opened and your favorite redhead stood before you, his body language giving more away than his face. He was a bit tense, his shoulders set back and straight, his hands clenching and unclenching, and there was an unrest to the sand around him. His nerves made you feel a bit better about your own. You smiled at him, wide and loving before he let you in and your date began.

The food was delicious, the conversation lighthearted and mostly steered away from work. When it came time for the after-dinner portion you were so comfortable you had almost forgotten about your plans. He held your hand gently, stroking the roughened skin from years of ninja work and training, as you both sat on the couch. Was he procrastinating or was he just taking your comforts into consideration? Either way you didn’t mind, you knew that he wanted you and that you wanted him too. Hesitation always came with change. Even if he suddenly changed his mind, you would be alright, maybe a bit disappointed, but respecting his boundaries was more important.

He hesitated a moment, his gentle strokes pausing as he looked you in the eyes. That lovely seafoam green made you melt a little bit. His gaze was meaningful and endearing. “Are you ready? We can do this later if you need more time.”

You thought for a moment, despite already knowing your answer, you wanted to be as sure as you could be; masturbating, but together, that was a big step after all. The farthest you both had gotten was some light under the clothes exploration, nothing too heavy. But you wanted more, much more. You wanted the full relationship experience and you only wanted to share it with him. He was the love of your life after all.

“No, I’m ready. Are you ready?”

His light strokes resumed as he gave the same amount of contemplation you did before he nodded seriously. “Yes, I want to—” he cut himself off and looked to the coffee table for a moment. The young Kazekage turned back to watch you intensely, his eyes looked like molten colored glass. “I want to learn how to make you feel good.”

You didn’t think it was possible for your cheeks to feel any warmer.

“Me too,” you muttered, feeling the twisting nerves in your gut from excitement and nerves. A lump began to form in your throat and to distract yourself from the thrum of your overly-excited heart you leaned forward to press you lips to his. You noticed that his were a bit chapped, not that yours weren’t, but you decided that when this was all over you were going to tell him to drink more water. Should you gift him a bottle for your anniversary? Maybe a big one, with cute cactus stickers—focus on Gaara, dummy.

Right, focus, you chastised yourself. He kept his hold on one of your hands as he gently reached behind your head with the other one. Carefully, with little pressure, he brought you closer to deepen the kiss. Your tongue moved first, licking against him and coaxing his own into action. His tongue met yours and they stroked one another with a soft eagerness. You pulled your hand from his and wrapped your arms around his neck and he placed his now free hand on your hip. His tongue moved back first, allowing yours access to his mouth which you took full advantage of.

On average, you found that he tasted like sand. Not terrible, but also not the best flavor, but to your pleasure he tasted more like dinner with a hint of sand. A pleasurable change that made you hum into his mouth. Once your tongue was finished stroking the roof of his mouth his tongue entered yours. He dragged his tongue against the inside of your cheek and you begin to run your fingers through his crimson hair.

When you both pulled away you felt alight with excitement, you both watched each other as you breathed before you nodded and detangled yourself for a moment, beginning to fiddle with the hem of your shirt. “Here or the bedroom?”

He took a moment before replying, “Bedroom.”

With eagerness, you both stood at the same time and began to walk, albeit a bit quickly, toward his room. After you both entered, he shut and locked the door, and you took off your fancy shirt and folded it before setting it off to the side. You fiddled with the frilled bow at the front of your bra for a minute before working up the courage to look at him. He seemed enamored, his hands unsure of what to do but his eyes soft and heated as they took in your rarely bare form. Gaara, whether to level the field or to get to the pleasure quicker, he took his shirt off as well.

You’d seen his bare chest only a handful of times, but the more you saw of it the better. His pale skin and lithe muscled form always excited you. For a moment you contemplated removing your pants too before deciding that was indeed the best option. When you had finished folding and setting down your clothes you waited anxiously for his next move. Likewise, he removed his pants and placed them neatly on top of his dresser. “Should we sit on the bed?”

He nodded, and you both got on opposite sides and faced each other. The redhead kissed you this time, and you ran your hands along his exposed chest until he began to shudder. His hands wandered and gently pressed against your covered breasts before stroking along your sides. You shivered when his strong fingers settled on your naked inner thighs. When you both pulled away, a small string of saliva connected your mouths for a moment before it broke and you asked, “Should we get started?”

Gaara’s serious nod made you giggle a bit, feeling high off of your nerves, and he gave you a small smile. You took a deep breath as you sat back from him and he from you, making sure that both got a good view of each other. He kept his boxers on, you didn’t push him to remove them, but his hands shook as he removed his erection from the black material. Your breath hitched in your throat. He was on the longer side with a thickness that looked just right. You felt your sex throb.

Your staring seemed to get to him, as he looked away with cheeks and chest almost as red as his hair. His adam’s apple bobbed, “Can I see you to?”

Broken out of solo staring contest, you nod nervously before hooking your thumbs in the waistband of your panties and sliding them down your hips. You almost squeaked when you realized how wet your underwear had gotten, and when you spread your legs for him you bit your bottom lip as you showed him just how excited you were. His breathing audibly stuttered, and your fingers twitched as they rested on your trembling thighs.

You wanted to squirm as his eyes were glued to you, and you understood how he felt while you stared at him. Were you pleasing? You thought you looked relatively normal but maybe there was something weird you hadn’t seen. “I-I’m going to s-start, okay?”

“Right,” he swallowed thickly. “Right, me too.”

Slowly, you brought your fingers to the wet skin of your lower lips and ran them over your excited flesh. You didn’t masturbate often, but you had once or twice to the thought of your boyfriend. But when he was there in front of you, doing something similar while watching you, it made it hard to think about anything. Your eyes were drawn to the slow up and down stroke of his fist as he began his own show, you became transfixed.

As you watched his rhythm, your own naturally followed. When he thumbed his tip, you circled your thumb on your clit, when he stroked all the way down before slowly stroking up again, you gently inserted a finger into yourself and moaned. Your thumb stayed on your clit and you pumped your finger to the same speed of his hand. It seemed like he hadn’t been fully erect when the two of you started, as his member had only gotten bigger and more agitated as you continued.

Eventually you decided one of your fingers wasn’t enough, especially while looking at such a lovely example of what could be stuffed inside of you instead, and you added a second. The stretch was something you weren’t entirely used to, but Gaara seemed to thoroughly enjoy the sight. His cock had throbbed, so much so that even you could see it, and the tip had dribbled more of the clear fluid than it had been releasing before. He groaned and you moaned in response.

You moved your free hand up and removed your bra, beginning to feel impatient. Your thumb sped its circling as you heard the sounds of his wet skin and your own slick meld together, accompanied by your soft noises and his pants and grunts, in a sensual symphony. “Gaara,” you let out as you thumbed your left breast until your nipple pebbled under your touch. The tightening in your abdomen grew stronger and it became harder to not close your eyes and revel in the feeling, but you didn’t want to miss a second of him.

The tips of his ears, his cheeks, neck and top of his chest was flushed a delicious shade of pink. His brow bone and forehead were furrowed in concentration and his eyes remained glued to your slick soaked fingers and thrumming clit. He had yet to notice your naked breasts. Your boyfriend let out a moan of your name and you mewled and began to scissor yourself. You didn’t think you would last much longer. His lust blown eyes trailed up your body and took in your naked breasts eagerly. The redhead watched them rise and fall with every shaky breath you took, and jiggle with every thrust of your fingers.

“Not much l-longer,” you whimpered. Your skin tingled and you began to feel the pleasure more and more intensely.

“Me too,” his gravelly voice took on an extra level of baritone. So deep that if he had spoken it in your ear you would have cum just from the sound alone. “T-Together?”

“Together.” You nodded, still breathy and on edge.

Your eyes met and stayed glued together. If only you were the one stroking him, if he was inside would it feel even better than this? He reached his free hand out and you leaned toward it, placing your cheek in his warm hand and tentatively licking his open palm. The redhead flinched, his eyes squeezed shut and he gasped your name.

You felt it before you realized, and you let out your own gasp when the hot fluid hit your leg. “G-Gaara,” you moaned out, over drawn and breathy as your orgasm flowed through you. Your eyes squeeze shut and your toes curled as your hands stopped their motion and you tried to catch your breath. His thumb rubbed your cheek continuously, his other hand still as he remained hunched over.

“I didn’t learn anything,” he huffed, slight amusement to his tone. A breathy laugh left your lips and you brought your head down to rest against his forehead, in a teasing lilt you said, “Really? I learned that you need to drink more water and,” you licked your lips before lowering your eyelids in an attempt at being sultry, “I memorized every little move you made, love.”

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Day 5: Aphrodisiacs

Venom

Pairing: Shino Aburame x Readee

Genre: Gift, smut, kinktober prompt

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: afab!reader, vaginal sex, aphrodisiacs, no refractory period, dirty talk, lots of sweat, Shino canonically has one of the biggest dicks in Naruto and that's a fact, missionary, doggy, venom as aphrodisiac, unprotected sex, marathon sex, multiple creampies, Aburame's have golden eyes change my mind

A/N: This is dedicated to the wonderful @justmyownreality. She's awesome and so is Shino and he deserves more fanfictions and she deserves all the love~ This was fun, I hope I was able to do Shino justice and I hope you all enjoy!

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You huffed as you pushed another oversized leaf out of your face. It was hot, you were sticky with sweat and growing more uncomfortable by the second—it didn’t help that your mission partner was not only completely oblivious, but he seemed relatively unbothered by the environment despite wearing a long sleeved, black shirt and bright orange pants. Not to mention the two of you had yet to even see the criminal you were sent out there to get in the first place. A cold shower, your AC unit, and your handsome boyfriend were all you wanted to think about.

“Oi, Naruto, slow down. We won’t be able to find him if we’re speeding through here.”

“Its fine, its fine, ya know. If we go faster, we’ll find him faster.”

“No, I don’t think that’s how—”

“There he is! Hey, you! Stop right there!”

“Ah, Naruto wait a minute!”

The chase didn’t take very long, despite Naruto doing his own thing, as he always did. You stood beside the unconscious, and tied up, man as you waited for the rest of the team that Naruto went to notify. “Damn mosquitos,” you muttered as your hand shooed another away from your skin before it could land. “Uhg, I hate this place.”

Another couple of bugs tried to get to you and you swatted them away, trying your best not to kill them. “Why don’t you go after the unconscious guy instead?”

“Oi,” Naruto called your name as he approached. “Let’s go, we’re gathering over there.”

“I’m more than ready.” As you turned to start heading toward the meeting area, you felt that telltale pinch of a bug bite and sighed in exasperation as you turned to swat the mosquito away. When you saw it, you paused. It didn’t look like a mosquito. It was large and long, brown with red stripes along its carapace, and you stared at it in shock as it continued to bite you.

“Ah!” Naruto yelled and squashed the bug against your skin. Bug guts and blood splattered on your flesh as the blonde looked at you incredulously. “What the hell was that, are you okay?”

“I think so?” You wiped away the guts and squashed carcass to check on the bug bite. Nothing looked out of the ordinary, it seemed like a typical mosquito bite, so you shrugged and nodded. “Let’s just go meet up with everyone.”

A few days later found you laying underneath your home fan, still sweltering despite having arrived back the day before. The Sixth had given your team a few days off to rest, and you gladly accepted hoping to relax and unwind while you could, but how were you supposed to do that when you were still so hot? You felt warm all over, sweating and flushed from head to toe. You’d never before felt so gross in your life.

You styled your hair to be as far from your neck as possible, you felt less nauseated when cold air brushed against your nape. Along with the intense heat was an incredible thirst that no amount of water, milk, soda, or juice could quench. Never before had you felt so miserable. All you could think to do before was soak yourself in as cold of a bath as you possible could, but as you laid there having only experienced a small amount of temporary relief, you noticed how inflamed your most recent bug bite had gotten. “Maybe I should go to the hospital after all,” you muttered to yourself.

Redressing was taxing, the clothes felt sweltering, despite their shortness in nature, and clung to your skin from the sweat. After you clipped your hair out of the way, opting for flipflops over your normal sandals, you grabbed your essentials and headed out the door. You began to make your way to the hospital, the hot sun not helping you as it beat against your exposed skin. But how could you not expose so much skin? If you wore even more, or thicker clothes, you were sure you would’ve died of heat stroke.

Before you could enter the large white building, you caught sight of a certain dark-haired, sun-glassed shinobi and paused. Your heart beat against your chest, and it wasn’t due to the sweltering heat that time. In fact, you almost thought it made the heat worse. The Aburame would surely know about bug bites, right? Surely, they had all sorts of antivenom; there was no need to go to the hospital when you could just ask the heir to one of the most knowledgeable clans in Konoha, right? It definitely didn’t have anything to do with him being your boyfriend or anything, definitely not.

The two of you had begun your relationship about six months ago. It had been going well, but recently a tension had grown that the two of you had yet to approach. Whenever you both were alone together it was palpable, you hadn’t even been able to give him a light peck on the lips without feeling tingly from your head to your toes. You really wanted to take things to the next level, but were unsure about how to bring it up, or even initiate it.

With a shiver and a large amount of determination you began to follow after your tall boyfriend. Man, he was so tall, and so attractive. That spiked long hair, you liked it better long like that and really wanted to run your hands through it again, to tug on it as you rode those full, plush, lips and— “Shino!”

He paused his stride and looked down at you as you approached. Gosh, he was so handsome. “Oh,” he started in that deep baritone that made the base of your neck tingle and brought goosebumps to your flesh. Your name left his lips and you practically melted into goo. “Is everything alright? The reason for my question being, you look flushed and—” he cut himself off, you watched as his adam’s apple bobbed with his swallow. “And uncomfortable.”

“Actually, that’s part of why I’m here. I need your help.”

“My help?” His defined brows furrowed.

“Yeah, I think this bug bite is making me sick.” You showed him the inflamed bump on your arm.

“I see, do you know what type of insect it was?”

“Well, no not really.” You fidgeted as you began to grow more and more uncomfortable. That thirst became your greatest enemy, your throat felt dry and it made you swallow continuously. There was that familiar tingling that had started in your lower belly, and you wanted nothing more than to get out of the sun’s rays.

“Come with me, the reason being I can better assess the situation with information at home.”

“Okay.” It was a struggle not to openly pant as you looked at him, your eyes glazing over as your thoughts drifted to imagine what he looked underneath all of those clothing layers. “Let’s do that then.”

The walk to the Aburame estate felt incredibly long. Though Shino was excellent company, his proximity only seemed to increase your dilemma. Every few steps or so, your arms would brush against each other and you almost groaned every time. It was almost like too much stimulation. And all of that coupled with the heat, the thirst, and tingling in your gut made for an excruciating experience. All you wanted was some relief, and at that point you didn’t really care what you had to do to get it. You needed. Needed it more than anything else.

Shino didn’t seem all too comfortable either and you couldn’t blame him. It would be a bit awkward to walk beside your significant other who was so obviously overheated, uncomfortable, and kept looking you up and down like you were a glass of water in a desert. You didn’t mean to make him uncomfortable, or to eat him alive with your eyes. When you were in the right headspace, you’d be sure to apologize profusely for your actions, probably even buy him some melon to make up for it.

The two of you entered the estate quietly and it seemed no one else was home. You could’ve been wrong, your senses as haywire as they were, but when Shino didn’t give any greetings or go anywhere but to his area of the home you figured you were, in fact, the only two in the house. “Would you like some tea?”

You stared at him for a bit before your brain finally registered what he asked. “Oh, sure, thank you.”

He told you to make yourself comfortable—you were in a drawing room of sorts it seemed—and you sat on the seat cushion provided as you waited for his return. You hated how you couldn’t stop squirming, you were a ninja, you’d survived the Fourth Great Ninja War, had succeeded on many missions, some were even solo missions, and here you were being brought down by a single bug bite.

“Here you go.”

“Thank you, Shino.” You took the tea and set it to the side for a moment, it was far too hot for you to attempt to drink in your current state.

“So, how did the insect that bit you appear?”

You began to tell him about the bug, how big it was, where it bit you, and where your mission was to give him a better idea of the insect population there. “And your symptoms?”

If you could be any more flushed, you would have been. It was a bit embarrassing to tell the object of your affections how overheated you were, how thirsty you were, and how wet you were. You decided it’d be better to tell him the first two and leave the last bit out of your explanation. “I’ve been overheated since I got back, and so thirsty but no matter how much I drink I don’t feel better.”

“Is that all?” He leaned in closer to you from across the table, you looked away from his shaded gaze but not before catching a glimpse of those golden orbs. The intensity took your breath away. “The reason being, the Diptera you have described, their venom, causes more symptoms.”

You finally took a sip of the tea he had offered; it was refreshing. Mint probably. It suited him well. You looked anywhere but at him as you placed the cup back down and shook your head, feigning nonchalance as best as you could in your current state. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Heightened arousal,” he stood and walked around the small table toward you. The man towered over your sitting form, and then even as he bent to kneel over you, he remained quite a bit above you. You shivered and leaned back while looking away. “I don’t believe you. The reasons being, your dilated pupils,” his hand pressed against the floor behind you beside your head. Shino had you practically pinned to the floor. He was so close you could feel his body heat against your already overly warm flesh, you almost whimpered. “The hitching of your breath, the distinctive squirming, and the hungry way your eyes devour me. You desire me.”

Even if you hadn’t before you certainly did then. You shivered, keeping your eyes away from his as you continued the same squirming he’d called you out on. You almost gave in to the need to breathe through your mouth, to pant like an animal in heat, but you didn’t and tried your best to keep your wits about you. “The insect you encountered, has a distinctive venom that worsens as it continues to circulate in your blood stream.”

He removed his glasses, and you took a peek at his honeyed eyes and bit your bottom lip. They were heated, like liquid gold as they stared you down. The Aburame inched closer, his breath fanning over your ear as he began to whisper directly to it. The low rumble of his voice broke you, and you let out a gasp as he whispered to you. “Its venom acts like an aphrodisiac in humans, with only one way to satisfy it.”

“W-What way is that?”

The young heir remained silent for a moment, his hot breath made you feel dizzy. As you squeezed your thighs together for friction, you felt just how wet you were and how badly you wanted the insect specialist. “It has to be worked out. Thoroughly.”

He may not have said it, but the implications made your insides clench. Shino seemed to hesitate for a moment, backing up only a bit so he could look you in the eyes. “Are you willing to—” again he paused, it seemed like he may have some nerves of his own despite the confident bravado. “Are you willing to allow me to treat you?”

“Yes,” you squeaked, your tongue slipping out to lick your dry lips and try to clear your throat. The sound of your voice was raspy, desperate, “Please, please, yes.”

Shino visibly shivered.

The next few seconds were a messy blur of lips, tongue, and teeth. He tasted like mint, like the tea. His large hands shook as they roamed over your sweat soaked skin and pushed your flimsy shirt up toward your neck and exposed your breasts to his greedy fingers and lips. Both of Shino’s hands, warm and calloused from years of training, enveloped and kneaded your chest in a rough manner. After breaking the kiss his tongue licked a stripe down your neck and if you had the mental capacity, you would have been embarrassed by the sweat; but you didn’t, you were too far gone.

He licked his way down, avoiding the crumpled material of your shirt, and lapped at the flesh of your breasts, he took a softened peak between his lips and sucked hard. You moaned, your hands reaching out and tugging at his outer jacket. The Aburame heir shrugged out of the coat, his lips still focusing on your pebbled bud, and he threw the material somewhere off to the side. His teeth scrapped against your nipple before he roughly bit into the underside of your breast, and you cried out. When you started to tug at his vest he pulled back from your skin and began to speak once again.

“Your skin tastes so sweet.” He took his vest off and began to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. His voice was deeper, much deeper, his own skin flushed, and his eyes were drowning in lust, he seemed close to panting. “The reason being the venom turns your own body fluids into a similar aphrodisiac.”

With that he licked another stripe over your breast, his deft fingers pushed his pants past his hips, and with a matched eagerness you pulled your own shorts and underwear off. You lifted your hips to aide in the removal of your clothing and as they came up, they came in contact with an absurdly large, hard, and throbbing piece of flesh. “Shino you—” you cut yourself off as you looked down to his member and you felt like your eyes were about to pop out of your head. “Huge,” you muttered.

The insect user looked to the side, somehow still embarrassed despite the situation, before his lust won out and he pressed that monstrous erection between your slicked folds. You immediately moaned, both in relief and pleasure, and you laid your head back to keep your hips up and moving against his. “So wet,” he panted, his heavy tip bumping against your clit as he rubbed against you. He kept rubbing, and groaning in that delicious tone of his, and you kept shifting your hips and begging for him to put it in.

“Shino, please I can’t—” your breathing hitched and your thighs began to tremble as you struggled not to climax from the pressure of his member rubbing against your throbbing clit. “Please, please, put it in. I need you so bad.”

You felt his erection throb against you, and again he shivered. He pressed his face between your breasts as he nodded and brought a hand down to guide himself inside. His fingers poked at your entrance to make sure he was positioned correctly before pressing the head inside. It was a burning stretch, the lack of preparation adding to the discomfort as he spread you impossibly wide. A hiss left your throat and you had to shift your hips to adjust, and he sunk in deeper. “Nnnh,” you closed your eyes.

It hurt, but it felt so good all the same. His face was tense with concentration, his jaw locked and teeth grinding as he did his best to not push in all at once. The Aburame pushed in deeper, and you whined in both impatience and pleasure. You panted and wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed him further in. As he bottomed out, both of your mouths fell open with a sharp gasp.

His hands shook as they held your hips, and you clawed at his back with your nails, trying to find your bearings and get him to scratch the itch that was driving you insane. Shino seemed to be struggling just the same, his body wracked with shivers and fingers twitching against your flesh, his golden irises were shut off from the world, tightly, as he breathed shaky breaths. You squirmed a bit to try and relieve the pressure and heard his breath hitch. Unconsciously, or at least you assumed unconsciously, his hips began to buck against you.

It felt instinctual, the way his hips moved against yours and the way yours moved back. Your throat felt scratchy, your lower belly felt tight as the pleasure built. The friction from his thrusts scratched the itch you had been so desperate to relieve since the damned bug bite. “S-Shino,” you moaned, your nails blazed a trail down his back and your toes curled as you reached your first peak, the Aburame heir followed you to your heaven shortly. But it still wasn’t enough.

The two of you kept going, only pausing for a brief moment to confirm the mutual need to continue. He felt so good, the perfect angle, the perfect size; when you both changed positions, you were on your hands and knees as he took you from behind, and he reached parts of you that you hadn’t realized could be reached. Shino’s voice spurred you on and he knew it. He made sure to lean down and moan, grunt, groan, and gasp right into your ear. He came before you the second time, but even then, neither of you wanted to stop.

It was incredible, it was exhausting, it continued until late into the evening. You estimated that you’d both stopped somewhere around the sixth time. The both of you collapsed, the overwhelming thirst and heat finally satiated, and you felt completely spent. There was a giddiness that began to spread through your chest and you couldn’t help but smile at the tired look on your boyfriend’s normally passive face. He was covered in sweat, as were you, but his soft ambers didn’t leave your form. “We should clean up,” he began, his own voice gruff with overuse and an increasing amount of sleepiness. “The reason being—"

“We’re gross,” you interrupted, voice nothing more than a hoarse rasp.

“Yes.” Shino pushed some hair back from your face. “Are you feeling better?"

“I don’t know,” you teased. “We may have to go one more round for me to know for sure.” “Anything for your treatment.”

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The Kinktober Prompt list I'm using can be found here. And the hentai manga for the art of the banner can be found here.

Inconsistent updates and some prompts or characters may change

Day 1: Praise & Lipstick || Obito Uchiha

Day 2: Mutual Masturbation || Gaara of the Sand

Day 3: Touchless Orgasm || Kakashi Hatake

Day 4: Dominance/Submission || Madara Uchiha & Obito Uchiha

Day 5: Aphrodisiacs || Shino Aburame (For @justmyownreality)

Day 6: Hair-pulling || Gaara of the Sand

Day 7: Face-fucking & A/B/O || Kakashi Hatake

Day 8: Blindfolds & Loud || Orochimaru (Naruto Series) (For @sneetsnoot)

Day 9: Spitting & Outdoors || Hashirama Senju

Day 10: Wet Dreams & Spreader Bars || Sasori of the Red Sand

Day 11: Dry Humping || Dedue Molinaro x Byleth Eisner (For @skydaddy01)

Day 12: Phone Sex || Itachi Uchiha (For @hashira-mal)

Day 13: Finger Sucking & Monster Fucking || Tobirama Senju

Day 14: Size Difference || Dimitri Blaiddyd x Byleth Eisner

Day 15: Recording || Hidan (Naruto Series) & Kakazu (Naruto Series)

Day 16: Overstimulation & Teacher/Student || Dimitri Blaiddyd x Byleth Eisner

Day 17: Mirrors & Bladder Control || Sylvain Gautier x Byleth Eisner

Day 18: Ice Cubes & Fellatio || Neji Hyuga

Day 19: Forced Orgasm & Transformation || Seteth x Byleth Eisner

Day 20: Glory Hole || Sylvain Gautier x Byleth Eisner

Day 21: Fingering & Blood || Dimitri Blaiddyd x Byleth Eisner

Day 22: Pantyhose, Creampie, & Orgasm Control || Kakashi Hatake & Obito Uchiha

Day 23: Spit-Roasting & Handcuffs || Hashirama Senju & Madara Uchiha

Day 24: Accidental Stimulation || Rock Lee

Day 25: Voice Kink & Gags || Madara Uchiha

Day 26: Discipline || Kankuro (Naruto Series) (For @therantingfangirl)

Day 27: Massages || Might Guy

Day 28: Breast Worship, Stranger Sex, & Cum Dumpster || Kankuro (Naruto Series) & Kiba Inuzuka (For @therantingfangirl and @justmyownreality)

Day 29: Lap Dance || Dimitri Blaiddyd x Byleth Eisner

Day 30: Humiliation & Pillow Talk || Madara Uchiha

Day 31: Free Day || Season 2 Preview

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Day 11: Dry Humping

Not Ideal

Pairing: Dedue Molinaro x Byleth Eisner

Genre: Request, smut, kinktober prompt

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: F!Byleth, dry humping, some dirty thoughts, food is burnt

A/N: This was requested by @skydaddy01. They love Dedue so much and they're great so I had to oblige. Hope you enjoy!

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“This is,” the tanned man paused, and his white brows furrowed. “Not the ideal time for this, Professor.”

“It’ll be alright,” she told him, positioning herself on his thigh. “Besides, we’ve got nothing better to do while we wait for dinner to finish.”

The Duscun man glanced around quietly, his large hands finding their place on her hips naturally. When he didn’t see any other former students or soldiers, he could feel himself begin to give in. A small sigh escaped him as he nodded his assent, and the former mercenary gave him a small smile before leaning forward and kissing him softly.

Her lips were soft and moved against his like silk, he could feel the part of his mind that told him he was unworthy of her begin to awake once more, but he suppressed it. He prioritized giving her a good time over his own feelings of insufficiency. Dedue brought one of his hands up and placed it against the back of her head, running it gently through her lightened locks. Byleth was beautiful, both before she was goddess touched and after.

The army commander’s arms wrapped around his neck, and she ran her fingers through the shortened hair thoughtfully. She hummed against his lips, her own opening in order to entice his tongue. He couldn’t help but oblige. Their tongues met, hers more incessant and his slower. He wondered what had her in such a hurry, but decided he’d match her enthusiasm.

Dedue rubbed his thumbs against her exposed back. She tilted her head to the side and deepened the kiss, and he could feel himself grow more excited. His other fingers played with the waistband of her shorts in a teasing manner, and he began to move her up and down along his thigh. The former professor made a small noise against his lips, and he felt the tingle at the base of his skull.

He wanted more. Dedue, normally, really only appreciated his large stature for battle purposes but when she fit so perfectly against him, so small and pliable in his warm hands encompassing the expanse of her abdomen, he couldn’t help but appreciate it that much more. With those oversized hands, calloused from years of using an axe, he gripped her hips with more force and began to rub her against the fat of his thigh. The loyal vassal could feel the heat of her sex through both her shorts and his trousers and he tightened his jaw as he pulled away.

She placed her hands against his shoulders, her mouth opening minimally as she began to ride his thigh with his manual guidance. Her breathing picked up, her precious brow furrowed in pleasure as she thrust herself against him. His body tingled, his member rising as he watched her chase her high against him. He loved her slight changes in her breathing, the rise and fall of her breasts, the slight flush across her cheeks and the tips of her ears, as she ground herself fully on his thigh.

Dedue’s eyes widened when he began to feel her wetness soak through their clothes. His jaw almost fell at the thought. Was she that turned on? Had he made her that desperate? He leaned toward her, hunching himself slightly, and licked a stripe across her lips before pressing sloppy kisses against her pale neck. He wanted nothing more than to thrust up into her, feel her familiar heat wrapped around him, and to paint her inner walls white. Before he did any of that, he’d let her reach her peak against him. “I like it when you use me like this,” he whispered against her skin.

Byleth moaned softly, moving her hands up and down against his chest. She was squirming, pressing her sex harder and harder against his leg with every thrust. He moved her, manipulating her body to match the pace of his leg, which he pressed up and into her to help her along. The tanned man nipped at her exposed cleavage and felt himself throb in desire. His trousers grew uncomfortable as they restrained him and he bit her flesh a bit harder than he intended.

“Dedue,” she grunted, her arms reaching up to wrap around his neck again and push him flush against her chest. “Harder.”

He shivered. How could he disobey his professor? His teeth ran along her flesh again and he bit the top of the soft globe, hard. She whimpered, her head flying back and her hips moving in fast succession. He knew she was close, could tell by the wet spot on his clothes and the erratic movements of her lower body. His grip squeezed her plump flesh, her own breathing picked up. Dedue sat back up to watch her face. “Go ahead, Byleth.”

She pressed her lips together tightly, her enticing green eyes closing. Her hips lost all sense of rhythm as she brought herself to the height of pleasure. “D-Dedue,” she breathed, and he groaned. He brought her down on his thigh, hard, and he felt it as she came. The excess fluids left her and dripped down through his clothes and soaked his naked flesh beneath. He cursed; his cock begged for that wet heat incessantly.

There was an obvious wet spot over his tip and the back of his mind chided him for all the laundry he’d have to do. His deft fingers began to pull at her waistband, determined to get inside of her, her own hands shaking and moving eagerly to undo the ties of his pants. He smiled, his experience telling him that she needed more to be satisfied and he was more than willing to give it. But before he could remove her shorts, before she could bring relief to his aching cock, they both heard footsteps begin to approach the dining hall.

Their eyes met as they prayed the person would walk past, that their true intentions were beyond their temporary haven. But much to their dismay, the light steps only grew closer and closer, as they began to enter the large room. Dedue bit back a groan, his own disappointment and agitation obvious in his frown, his lover seemed to be feeling the same as a small pout graced her typically emotionless lips. She removed herself from his lap, his member throbbed in protest. He felt the familiar ache of his balls and wanted nothing more than to push the goddess-touched woman against the counter and enter her from behind.

“Oh, Dedue, professor!” It was Flayn, her innocent smile wide as she watched them, unaware of what she had interrupted. “There you two are I—” she cut herself off as she sniffed the air, her head tilting to the side like a small dog. “Do you smell something burning?”

His eyes widened, Byleth’s mind seemed to go to the same place as his own. He jumped up from his seat while the former mercenary made a beeline for the stove. She lowered the heat, and he lifted the lid off the stew to check on its contents. It did, indeed, smell burnt, and he sighed as he realized it looked burnt. “I’ll take the blame,” his lover stated plainly. “I’ll help you hunt for more rations,” he paused. “And plant more vegetables.”

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HEY THERE!!! May I request something? <3

How about Madara slowly realizing his feelings for reader after denying it for so long! How would he realize? How would he approach the reader?

NSFW would also be welcome 😏

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I'm sorry these took so long, I would've had them finished yesterday BUT I LOST ALL MY WRITING WHEN I WAS AT THE END and that took all my motivation honestly haha. Sorry if these aren't quite what you were looking for, thank you for asking though

This is both the angstiest, softest, and shortest smut I've ever written.

(These are headcanons but honestly they're more than long enough to make a fic so uh...oops)

Madara Uchiha, though he’d deny it, is the type that would fall first. But he’d equate his feelings to only lust in the beginning. He’d see her first, notice her first, and approach first but all with intention.

The era he comes from is heavy with political marriage. His marriage would most likely already be prearranged. But he'd still approach you, a fling between a man and a woman has nothing to do with someone he hasn't met.

He'd call out to you, "Oi," his gruff voice and rude way of speaking would immediately put you off. You would have no idea who he is, not really up to date on all the ins and outs of shinobi. With an annoyed look on your face, you'd ignore him.

But he wouldn't give up, a ninja is one who endures after all. He'd take every opportunity he could find to approach you again, more interested in the challenge you presented then what he had originally intended. Madara would begin to follow you, without him realizing at first, he'd do it in the name of seeking opportunity but eventually it'd just become a habit.

By that point, you'd know who he is, but the game you started was a bit too fun so you'd purposefully ignore him, a sly smile on your face. You liked infuriating a powerful man like him. His attentions would inflate your ego, if only a little. After all, who else could say they were being pursued by the Madara Uchiha?

The more he'd watch you, the more he'd learn about you. He'd smirk when you'd smile, roll his eyes at the lame jokes you'd tell your village's children. Watching your simple life became a bit of a comfort without his knowledge. Going from the bloody battlefield where any one of his comrades, or even himself, could lose their lives at any moment to watching you and your sleepy village made his heart ache.

But when a rogue shinobi clan invaded your home, he admired not only yours but the bravery of your people. Despite being weak, untrained, and lacking in experience he watched as you all faced your enemy head on. You especially, refused to back down. You'd spit in the face of your would be attacker, anger and spite swirling in your eyes like a storm.

Of course, he saw it as the perfect opportunity. At least, that's what he told himself, but his rage at your potential violation was clear as day as he easily tore into the man who had attempted to harm his property. The rest of that clan were like flies, buzzing around and destroying what was his. He took care of them all.

His anger only mounted when he saw the red irritation marks on your wrists and neck, like proof of his inability to protect you. He'd take your wrist in his own, the sheer difference in size and strength furthering his wrath. What kind of shinobi preyed on such weaklings? Where was their pride? Their sense of honor?

"Thank you," your quiet voice gave him pause. "For saving me."

His grip on your wrist would tighten, his chest uncomfortable. One look from your eyes was enough to placate him and he hated it. How could some helpless girl hold so much sway over him? He was getting too close, he had to fix it. Place some distance before he did something he'd regret.

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401 notes - Posted June 6, 2022

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Sacrificed

Pairing: God!Hasirama Senju x Reader

Genre: Oneshot, dirty smut

Word Count: 7.8k

Warnings: afab!reader, rough sex, vaginal sex, dirty talk, oral sex female receiving, creampie, unprotected sex, aphrodisiacs, praise kink, hung Hashirama, overstimulation, cum marking, kind of tentacles, no refractory period, Yandere Hashirama, strong language

A/N: This one took a bit longer than intended, for multiple reasons but I'm glad to finally have it out. I definitely wasn't expecting it to be this much longer than Madara's version but this did have a bit more plot going for it. Not that the plot is really all that important. As far as their personalities go I feel like god Madara would fuck anyone who moves and Hashirama would be too nice to be that way so there had to be a bit more build up.

Another HUGE thank you to the incredible, wonderful, amazing, genius @therantingfangirl for helping me edit and refine this one and for being the bestest of best friends. I really love her, she's an incredible writer, and if you guys liked my Madara Sacrificed then you should check out her Madara mirror fic. Its awesome.

And a huge thank you to all of you for showing Sacrificed so much love! I only hope this one pleases you all just as much!

Without further ado, please enjoy Sacrificed (Forest)

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504 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

#3

Sacrificed

Pairing: God!Tobirama Senju x Reader

Genre: Oneshot, smutty smut

Word Count: 13k

Warnings: oh so many, afab!reader, rough sex, dirty talk, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, way too much overstimulation, copious amounts of cum, oral sex male receiving, copious amounts of fluids, temperature play, virginity kink, breeding kink, praise kink, power kink, aphrodisiacs, stomach bulge, use of inanimate objects for stimulation, Tobi-rail-me, Tobirama's schlong is too big, womb bullying, no refractory period, strong language

A/N: Holy shit this is so long and I’m so sorry it took forever to get out but it’s finally here and I’m so relieved. Again, sorry it took so long but honestly this thing is monstrous. Twice the size of Madara's and almost twice the size of Hashirama's. There's a lot of lore and references in here to the previous Sacrifices and to future ones but you don't have to read either to fully enjoy this.

Thanks so much again to my amazing editing bestie @therantingfangirl and my artistic troll @skydaddy01 for all your hard work helping me make this so great~ You guys are the best. As well as all my tumblr friends who have been patiently waiting and encouraging me. And thank you so much to all of you who waited and enjoyed the previous ones.

Now, without further ado, please enjoy the final fic for the first season of Sacrificed. Sacrificed (Water)

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523 notes - Posted August 29, 2022

#2

Quickie

Pairing: Gaara of the Sand x Reader

Genre: Oneshot, Smut

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: afab!reader, dirty talk, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, creampie, panty stealing, quickie in a closet, big boi Gaara, strong language (Gaara gets to curse~ yay~)

A/N: Its about damn time I wrote something for my man. Also have I ever mentioned how much I love @therantingfangirl? Because I do, she even makes time to proofread little pieces like this for me~

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559 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Sacrificed

Pairing: God!Madara Uchiha x Reader

Genre: Oneshot, filthy filthy smut

Word Count: 6.6k

Warnings: too many to count, afab!reader, rough sex, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, the Uchiha breeding kink, creampie, unprotected sex, aphrodisiacs, Madara has a big dick Uchiha, blindfolds, hands are tied, stomach bulge, mating press, overstimulation, some temperature play, strong language

A/N: This monstrosity has way too many tags, forgive me if I didn't tag every kink. Honestly this was only supposed to have like, two kinks or so, but uh obviously that did not happen and I'm not sorry about it. If this one does well enough I plan on writing a Sacrificed for each of the founders trio, and if I feel the inspiration after that I could add other Naruto characters as well so, let me know if that's something you'd be interested in.

A HUGE thank you to @therantingfangirl for helping me edit this oversized self indulgence! She's the best you guys, I love her and you should send some love her way! This wouldn't have been out as quickly, and would've had many more typos lol, if not for her. So tell her thank you for me~

edit 7/30/22: WE NOW HAVE ART!! A biiiig huge thank you to the amazing @skydaddy01 for their incredible art. They did a fanfuckingtastic job creating god!Madara's appearance, especially with so little to go off of because I'm bad at asking for things. Seriously, go check them out, especially if you like the art~

Without further ado, enjoy Sacrificed (Sun)

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1,278 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

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A Relaxing Evening

Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x Reader

Genre: Oneshot, Fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Strong language, Fluffy fluff

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Kakashi let out a heavy sigh and stood from his desk. It had been none stop problems all day. Almost everything that could go wrong had, and Shikamaru refused to do all his paperwork for him, which was rude frankly. But now he was finally finished, he could finally go home, oh his back felt so stiff- “Lord Sixth!” Oh no, what is it now? 

“What is it, Lee?”

“Guy-sensei wanted me to inform you that he will be unable to join you for dinner, sir!”

The older shinobi paused. Guy not coming for dinner meant one less mouth he had to feed tonight. Maybe you would be in the mood for takeout? He really didn’t feel like doing anything else today. “Ah, I assume he’s having dinner with you then?”

“Yes,” Lee replied and gave that familiar grin.

“Alright then, I hope you both have an enjoyable evening then.”

“We will do just that!” Kakashi made sure to leave the Hogake’s office before someone else had the chance to grab his attention. As much as he wanted to get home as quickly as possible, he didn’t feel like running. It was days like this he wanted nothing more than to hand the title of Hokage to his knuckleheaded student, but he knew Naruto still needed more time. 

When the Hatake estate came into view the fair-haired Hokage unconsciously let out another sigh, though it was more out of relief than the exhaustion that caused the previous one. He slid the shoji open and walked inside to begin removing his shoes. “I’m home,” he called out into the house.

“Welcome home,” you called back in that chipper tone he loved. He heard your slipper-covered feet pad across the flooring as you made your way to greet him face to face. “You look like you’ve had rough day, Kashi.”

“Just exhausting,” he responded and approached you. The dark-eyed man leaned down and placed his head in the crook of your neck, he breathed your scent in and felt his shoulders slump. Your scent had always been relaxing, even before the two of you had gotten together, but now that his own was mixed in he couldn’t help but enjoy it that much more. You wrapped your arms around his upper back and began to scratch it gently. 

“Why don’t you go get comfortable?”

“Want to get takeout for dinner?”

“Don’t worry about dinner,” you replied softly. “Just go relax, you’ve worked hard today, Lord Hokage.”

“Alright, I’m a bit tired of ramen though so don’t order that tonight.”

“I won’t, don’t worry. I’ll start a bath for you and when you’re finished dinner should be ready.”

Kakashi straightened himself and pressed a kiss to your forehead before heading toward your shared bedroom to undress. He didn’t bother closing the door behind him before he began to remove his uniform. Your voice, though rather quiet, began to filter through the hallway from the bathroom as you filled up the bathtub like you said you would. “Hey, Kashi,” you called out.

“Hm?” Now in only his pants, he walked toward the bathroom.

“Is Guy not coming over for dinner?”

“No, he’s eating with Lee tonight.”

“Hm, that’ll be a fun night,” you muttered before giving him a mischievous grin. “I hope you won’t have too big a mess to clean up tomorrow morning.”

“I didn’t even think about that,” he sighed, the third one of the evening. He ran a hand down his now bare face. “They’ll be fine, right?”

You giggled, a clear sound that soothed his mounting worry. “Sorry, Kashi. I didn’t mean to stress you out. I’m sure it’ll be okay,” you reassured him. After checking to make sure the bath was full and the temperature was good you stood and got on your tiptoes to peck his cheek lightly. “Enjoy your bath, I’ll come get you if you start to take too long.”

“Thank you,” he responded. You closed the door after you left the room and Kakashi pressed his lips together, he had hoped you might want to join him. Despite the slight disappointment he continued on and removed the rest of his clothing so he could take his time showering before enjoying the nice warm bath. 

Once he submerged himself in the heated water, he found all his motivation to do anything at all leave his body. He slumped, completely at ease, and closed his eyes. The light-haired shinobi was unsure of how much time had passed but a strange smell began to filter into the room and startled him. It smelled an awful lot like something was burning. In fact, it almost smelled like the house had caught fire…

“Shit,” Kakashi jumped out of the tub as quickly as he could, now dripping wet he tried to run out the bathroom at his usual speed but tripped over the now slick flooring and his discarded pair pf pants. “Shit!”

The Sixth Hokage called out your name in desperation as he hastily tied a towel around his waist. He sped out the door and down the hallway toward the smell. He saw you in the kitchen, making handsigns as you stared at the now burning stove and counter set. “You cooked?! I thought you were going to order takeout!”

“I wanted to do something nice!”

“You promised not to cook again after the last time!”

“I know, but its fine! I’ll put it out,” you said hastily.

“No, wait, those handsigns,” Kakashi tried to reach you to stop you before you completed them. “Wind won’t-“

“Wind Style; Air Current!”

“No!”

He was too late, the ninjutsu hit the flames and the formerly controllable fire began to swallow the entire kitchen. You squeaked and turned away from the flash of bright light, thankfully he had reached you in time to shield you from the excess embers that the now overwhelming fire gave off. After quickly checking to make sure you had no obvious injuries Kakashi thought back to the water that was still sitting in the bathtub and began to form his own handsigns. He felt the chakra leave his body and called out, “Water Styel; Water Dragon Jutsu!”

The water dragon went flying toward the overwhelming kitchen fire, and once the water began to make contact with the flames steam began to fill the building. You curled into Kakashi’s outstretched arm as the force of the jutsu collided with not only the fire but the walls and shook the house. Once the jutsu was finished and the fire put out the two of you began to check each other over. You had a few burns on your hands, but they looked to be relatively minor while Kakashi was rather unscathed. The Hatake estate on the other hand was not.

There was a large hole in the wall where the jutsu had hit with the brunt of its strength; everything from the counter tops to fridge had been burnt. The steam began to filter out through said hole and after a beat or two you began to walk toward the now blackened stove. Kakashi watched you stare down at the pot that seemed to have melted into the appliance. You covered your hand with your mouth and the Hokage panicked. Were you going to cry? He didn’t want that.

Your shoulders shook and you finally uncovered your mouth and looked at him as you began to laugh. It was contagious, and the light-haired man began to laugh in earnest with you. “I was just trying to make miso soup,” you wheezed out. “How does soup turn into,” you gestured around wildly. “All this?”

A plank of wood fell from the hole and into the side yard. Kakashi ruffled his own hair, still wet from his shower, he wondered if he smelt like smoke. He was still smiling, as were you. “Well, your wind ninjutsu certainly didn’t help. What made you think that was a good idea?” 

“I panicked,” you giggled. “My brain just turned off, before you even came out, I was standing there staring at it for a good minute and a half.”

“Well, we should probably get started on cleaning all this up,” Kakashi muttered. “We won’t be able to call a carpenter until tomorrow though.”

“Hm, I have a better idea,” you responded and walked back toward him. “We still haven’t had dinner after all.”

“What did you have in mind?” You gave him that same mischievous grin he both dreaded and loved.

-

“Go on Lee, the power of youth flows through you!”

“Yes Sensei!”

You giggled, a soft pink glow to your cheeks from the sake. Kakashi sighed, he had lost count of how much he’d sighed since the two of you joined the taijutsu pair for dinner. Lee was tipsy, Guy not too far behind, and Kakashi wished he was. “So, Lord Hokage,” you began, fluttering your long lashes in his direction.

“Hm?”

“Feeling relaxed yet,” you teased.

He grinned, “Absolutely.”

Thank you to @therantingfangirl and @justmyownreality for trying to help me come up with a name for this lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it, thanks for reading!

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Fascination

Parining: Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd x Reader

Genre: Oneshot, smut

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Reader is F!Byleth, masturbation, pre-timeskip, Dimitri is 18 though so its okay, slight exhibitionism, slight spoilers for blue lions route, tea invites

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That was it. That was all it took to have his cheeks pink and his heart thudding against the ribs in his chest. A single smile. One genuine smile from you and he felt like he would melt. The way your eyes sparkled, the way your cheeks pushed upward, even the small twitch of your nose that showed itself when your smile initiated, every last part of it had him fighting against his instinct to place his hand against his chest. Your smile was mesmerizing, he even told you so himself.

After seeing it for the first time, he was determined to see it again. Your usually stoic demeanor, at first, had left him feeling uneasy and mistrustful, but now he craved to dismantle it if only to see what other expressions you could make. He knew it wasn’t right to think this way about his professor, to even think this way at all. His life was not his own, it belonged to the mass amounts of dead loved ones that he owed it too, so pleasures like these and his own desires had to be nothing more than fleeting feelings. It was only for the sake of his revenge that he was even at the monastery. And yet, he found himself unable to completely be rid of his interests in you. His cerulean gaze always trailed after you when he believed you were unaware. During your lectures, as you paced about the classroom in attempts to stretch your legs and keep everyone’s attention, he would think of nothing but you and what it would take to get your face to meld with other sensations. Your relieved smile was the first he saw, after Flayn had been found and sent to the infirmary, and then he was graced another smile after the Battle of the Eagle and Lion. That smile had been the best expression he’d seen you wear, so bright and kind. Truly it warmed even some of the darkest parts of his heart. But it still wasn’t enough. He needed to commit to memory more of your smiles, more of your expressions. During training, he often wondered how to aggravate you. To get you to show an annoyed or angered expression. But he wasn’t as good at teasing and rilling as Sylvain or Claude. He just had to bear with it and see if you’d let something slip while you sparred with him. He loved watching you eat. It fascinated him just how much food you put away in that lithe frame of yours. His interest in you was always getting the better of him. While he should have been focusing on other things, he found that more and more, you were the most prominent thoughts on his mind. Sylvain considered it a crush, but the young prince wasn’t entirely sure what to call it. It felt odd, almost like the beginnings of obsession, but he continued to feed this curiosity despite himself. Only when his interests in you began to take a turn into something more sinful did he realize how big of a problem it actually was. He hadn’t intended to feel this particular way about you, but the more he looked back on it the more he realized it was only a natural progression. A steady climb to reach the point he was at now. “Mmm,” a soft groan left him, muffled by his non dominant hand as he began to stroke his swollen length. The walls of the monastery were thin, and he would explode in embarrassment if he were to be caught masturbating, let alone be caught masturbating to thoughts of you. In his mind, it was not his hand wrapped around his cock but your smaller warmer ones. It was not his own thumb that circled his tip to collect the precum that continued to bead at the pleasing sensations, but your calloused thumb. Your soft tongue lapping it off the appendage. He shuddered, now biting into the flesh of his hand. It was easier to quiet his moans this way. The image of you in his mind was on your knees before him, face flushed and eyes half lidded. Your lips were barely parted and curved in a soft ‘o’ shape as you stroked him. He imagined the faces you might make at the peak of ecstasy. What sounds would you release at his touch? The idea of your battle-hardened body being so warm and pliable under his touch made his toes curl. He shut his eyes to further fall into his fantasy. Now you were stroking him faster, eyes never once leaving his flustered face. His cock pulsed in his hand as he imagined what his name would sound like as a breathy moan from your lips. They looked so soft, and he very much wanted to kiss them. To whisper sweet nothings against them, to watch them wrap around his swollen member and thrust between them. He removed his hand from his mouth, a light sting emanating from the bite marks there, and he reached down to cup his balls as they began to tighten. “Ah-ahhhh.” His moans were shaky, breathless at best. The fantasy began to crumble, and he cursed allowed. How he wished that he was engulfed in your velvet walls and not his roughly calloused fingers. It was too late now he was far too close to try to come up with another convincing image of you. Instead, he settled for a soft call of your name, careful not to be too loud about it. And then he heard it, your soft voice just on the other side of his door, speaking with another student in the hallway. He couldn’t stop, too close to orgasm to pause. His mind only now realizing he had forgotten to lock the door. You could open the door at any moment. Could catch him pleasuring himself to his thoughts of you. Would you be angry? Would you offer to help him? What kind of expression would you make? The continued sound of your voice added to his arousal. His cock pulsed once more. Did he want you to catch him? Maybe if you did, you would scold him. He whimpered at the thought. The idea of you catching him and punishing him almost brought him to his finish. But what he did finish to, was the sound of you softly calling his name as you inquired to the other student about his whereabouts. A gasp left him at the hum spreading through his veins. His hand and stomach were covered in his semen, and he sat back for a moment to recover. After realizing he didn’t have much time to bask in the afterglow, he scurried to grab a cloth and wet it, he always had a pitcher of water in his room in case he needed a drink, and rushed to clean himself off. He did however allow his mind to wander and think about cleaning you off, instead of himself, after he finished on your thighs. A shudder ran through him. Just as he had begun replacing his clothing he heard a soft knock on his door. “Dimitri,” you called. “Are you in there?” “Coming!” He glanced in the mirror quickly, making sure his hair didn’t look too disheveled, though his cheeks were still flushed and his eyes glazed over in post orgasm bliss, he decided he was presentable enough and opened the door. “Ah, Professor! Is something the matter?” “No, nothing is wrong,” you said and shook your head gently. “I was just wondering if you’d like to have some tea with me?” Dimitri blinked for a moment before letting a soft smile grace his lips. “I gratefully accept your invitation,” he responded and stepped out of his room, sure to close the door behind him. Though his mind was still a bit hazy after his release, he didn’t miss the small almost imperceptible blush that bloomed on your cheeks as you nodded to his response. He almost chuckled and let himself hope that maybe you too had some strange fascination with him, maybe even similar to the one he had toward you.

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Motivation

Pairing: Sylvain x F!Byleth

Genre: Oneshot, smut

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: Student teacher relationship, descriptions of sexual acts, 69, oral sex, pinning, Sylvain is 19 so its fine, a tiny bit of a size kink.

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Sylvain groaned and threw his head back in his seat. “This heat is killing me,” he whined. He brought a hand up to fan himself a bit, though the action seemed to do little to prevent his impending heat stroke.

 “Go get something cold from the kitchens then,” Ingrid tsked at him. More then tired of his whining. She brushed the side of her Pegasus thoughtfully. Sylvain noticed a slight flush to her pale cheeks, no doubt also suffering in the heat wave consuming Garreg Mach.

 “But Ingrid, if I get up, I’ll get even warmer.”

 “Then hush! I’m tired of your incessant whining,” she huffed. The redhead sighed, taking the hint. He put his hands up and stood.

 “Sorry, sorry, I’ll leave. Try not to miss me too much.” He didn’t have to see it to know that the blonde had rolled her eyes at him. A playful smirk crawled onto his lips and he began to make his way toward the dining hall. Sylvain waved his greetings to the friendly gatekeeper before noticing his favorite teal haired professor down in the market, buying some supplies from one of the merchants. He changed course and began to walk toward her. “Hey, professor,” he called, raising an arm to wave.

 “Oh,” she turned to look at him, her face as expressionless as usual. “Hello Sylvain.”

 “Mm, that’s a lot of supplies there. Need any help with that?”

 “Okay,” she responded with a nod. “Thank you.” Byleth handed him an armful of random trinkets that she had bought. Sylvain glanced down at everything, lots of boxes of tea and fishing bait, but other oddities as well. Coffees, stuffed animals, jewelry, snacks, and other things.

 “Hey, professor?”

 “Yes?”

 “What’s all this stuff for anyway?”

 “Most of them are gifts for all of the students,” she said nonchalantly. It took him aback a bit. He’d remembered receiving one or two things from her in the past, but he hadn’t realized she gave things to everyone. He bit back the soft smile that threatened to overtake his expression.

 “Anything for me in here?” He wiggled his eyebrows at her teasingly. She blinked up at him, her own arms full of knickknacks.

 “No.” Her tone was dry, and her expression hadn’t changed. Sylvain felt the disappointment creeping through his system. Why hadn’t she gotten anything for him? Had he done something wrong? It was childish, really, the jealousy that he could feel bubbling in his stomach, but he couldn’t help it. His face scrunched a bit in displeasure, but his breath hitched at the small smirk he saw grace his professor’s lips. “No need to be so disappointed, Sylvain.”

 “Disappointed? Me? Never,” he tried to play it off, smiling widely and laughing. “Come on, professor. You know me better than that.”

“Mmm,” she nodded, that darned smirk still on her lips. She was beautiful, truly beautiful, no matter her expression. He had always thought so about her, and he probably always would. He hated it.

 “Anyway, where to?”

 “My quarters,” she said plainly, that teasing expression finally gone.

 “After you then.” He bent at the waist playfully, one arm extended, ushering her in a manner that suited Dimitri more then him. After she had passed him by, the redhead easily followed her. It seemed she had forgone the cape today, as well as her usual tights and black armor. Instead, she wore her usual form fitting shorts and a black undershirt that had a very tantalizing window, revealing her usual amount of cleavage. He wondered if she had dressed down due to the weather as well.

 For most of the walk, his eyes were glued to her ass and the perfect sway of her hips. He wondered whether she would be soft and pliant under his touch, like most of the women he slept with, or hard and lean from the muscles she so obviously worked hard to strengthen. When they reached her room, he was still thinking about her body under his, still wondering how she would feel, stretch, move, and if she was a screamer. He wouldn’t mind if she was, in fact, he quite liked the idea of his stoic professor falling apart on his fingers, his mouth, his cock, and screaming his name for all of the monastery to hear. “Thank you, Sylvain, you can put those down on the bed.”

 “Oh,” her voice had pulled him out of his imagination. “Sure, no problem.” He made his way over to her bed which was still messy. A huff of amusement left his lips, of course she wouldn’t be the type to make her bed. What kind of mercenary had time to clean up like that? The redhead set the stuff down easily before turning back to her. He rubbed the back of his neck and almost cringed at the sticky sweat he felt there. “Hey professor?” She hummed in a questioning tone to let him know she was listening. “I’ve been trying to get better with the hand to hand combat lately, would you mind tutoring me a little bit? Maybe later today if you have the time?”

 “That’s not like you,” she muttered with an almost imperceptible pout. “Why the sudden interest?”

 “Just in case, it’s better to be prepared for anything, right?” He really just wanted to spend more one on one time with her, and he knew she wouldn’t go for anything else if he asked. She always catered to her students, tutoring and mentoring them at her own expense. She continued to stare at him in thought, then turned and checked a small booklet she had on her desk. Byleth gave a small nod to herself before turning back to him.

 “Alright, I have a bit of time before curfew tonight.”

 “Great,” he sighed in relief. “Even a little bit of time will be extremely helpful.”

 “I’ll meet you at the training grounds tonight then.”

 “Right, thanks professor!” With that, he ran off. Sylvain needed to find some other girl to work off his lust for the professor before their training session.

 ~

 The redhead paced back and forth anxiously. He had, in fact, found a random girl from the village that had let him fuck her, however, imagining the professor while doing so had only worsened his curiosity. Sylvain continued to wonder what his professor would be like in bed. Had she ever slept with anyone before or was she still a virgin? Either was fine by him, but he needed to know. He heard the doors to the training grounds open and he turned to see the object of his thoughts.

 She looked flushed, her pinks a dusted a light pink, her jagged locks stuck to parts of her forehead and neck, her ample chest rising and falling at a faster rate. He gulped audibly. “Everything okay? You’re looking a little flushed.”

 “Hilda dragged me into the sauna with her,” she responded and walked toward him. “Sorry I’m a bit late.”

 “The sauna huh? Its been so hot today, I can’t imagine getting hotter, let alone on purpose.”

 “Mm, it is hotter than I like it to be when I go to the sauna, but she insisted that I needed the relaxation.”

 His brow furrowed. “If you’ve got too much going on, you don’t have to train with me like this.”

 “No, I’m fine,” she grabbed two rolls of knuckle tape from a bin of supplies by the weapons wrack. The young woman handed one of them to him before standing a bit away from him and flicking her wrists back forth, applying the tape evenly and with expertise. “I find training relaxing anyway.”

 “Alright, then.”

 “Show me what you know,” she commanded, and he nodded.

 Sylvain wasn’t much for training, he found it exhausting and it took too much effort. He never understood Felix, Dimitri, and Ingrid’s obsession with it. But when he got to be so close to Byleth he could feel her breath mingle with his, he could get behind the idea of it. The teal haired professor taught more by example than by instruction. She would always critique when she needed to, but most of the time she would spar with or watch her students spar.

 She easily dodged another of his fists and slid her foot underneath his. Sylvain lost his footing and fell to the ground, he grunted at the pain that blossomed from the back of his head at his rough landing. He reached behind him to check and make sure he wasn’t bleeding. “Dang, you really don’t take it easy, do you?”

 “You aren’t focusing, Sylvain.” She frowned at him, her fists on her perfectly shaped hips. “If you aren’t going to take this seriously, then I’m not going to waste my time.”

 “I promise I’m taking it seriously,” you’re distracting me, “the heat is just, distracting.”

 Byleth continued to pout and Sylvain started to sit up. “I’m sorry professor we can-“

 “Let’s make a deal then.”

 “Huh?” He looked at her, incredulous.

 “So you won’t be so distracted,” she said, a playful smirk on her chapped lips. “If you win this next match, I’ll give you whatever you want.”

 “And if you win?”

 “You have to start actually trying in class.”

 “Whatever I want, huh? Are you sure?” She gave him a silent nod. He rubbed his chin before standing to his full height. Sylvain knew it’d be difficult to beat her, but the offer of whatever he wanted was too tempting. “Alright, you’ve got a deal.”

 As soon as the match started, he was on defense. She came for him, hard and fast, no holds barred. Obviously, she was better at hand to hand then him, but he couldn’t give up. There had to be some way for him to win, for him to get what he really wanted. He was fueled by lust, and he almost always let his lust win. Sylvain knew she had a weak spot, he’d seen her rub her left knee a few times after training sessions, she even wore a knee brace with her armor to keep it protected. For only a moment, he glanced down to see if she was still wearing said brace, and that moment earned him a swift punch to the gut.

 It had been worth it though; he had noticed that she wasn’t wearing it. Without thinking much more about it, he leaned forward and went to hit her side, while she focused on the incoming punch, he used his weight to his advantage and swept his leg out, knocking her on the back of her left knee and causing her to stumble. Sylvain continued to press his weight forward, eventually pressing it into her and causing the two of them to fall. Byleth landed on the ground, the redhead on top of her, straddling her torso and pressing the side of his forearm against her neck. They both panted, her eyes wide as she looked up at him, obviously she had not expected him to be able to win.

 “I win, professor,” he breathed out, droplets of sweat rolling down his unclothed arms, he had changed into the lounge wear earlier in the day to keep cool, and falling onto her own sweat soaked neck.

 “Well done,” she said after steeling her expression. “Though, that kind of trick won’t work very well on an opponent you know nothing about.”

 “Hey, all that matters now is that I won,” he said with a smirk, removing his arm but keeping his straddling position. “So now you have to give me what I want.”

 “Fair enough,” she muttered and tilted her head to the side in curiosity. “What do you want?”

 “You.”

 “Wha-“ he cut her off with a hard kiss. He almost groaned, he had wanted to feel her lips, to taste her for so long. Unlike his usual trysts, her lips were chapped and inexperienced. She tasted like sweat and saltine crackers, but he wouldn’t have had it any other way. At first, she didn’t respond, but then she started to give in. That surprised him the most. Did she feel as attracted to him as he did her? Byleth wrapped her arms around his neck and when he licked her lips, she arched her back upward, her chest meeting his, and he ground his hips down toward her own.

 She gasped at the feel of his semi-erection against her, and he used the opportunity to pull her tongue into his mouth and suck on it lightly. When she gave out a soft whimper, he shivered and felt himself throb in the confines of his trousers. Once he couldn’t stave off his need to taste more of her any longer, he began to trail wet kisses down the side of her neck. “Sylvain,” she let out breathily. “We can’t-“

 Again, he cut her off. This time, by sucking on the junction between her neck and shoulder. He felt like he couldn’t get enough of her salty sweet taste. “We could get caught,” she tried again. He ignored her and placed his hands at her sides by the hem of her shirt, waiting there for permission. “We really shouldn’t.”

 “But professor,” he began between nips to the delicious column of her neck. “You said I could have whatever I wanted.”

 “My quarters,” she muttered. Sylvain lifted his head from her neck to look at her face. His stomach filled with butterflies and his chest tightened. Byleth had a dark blush on her face and refused to look him in the eye, she was nibbling at her bottom lip, the only indication of her sudden shyness. She looked adorable. “We can continue in my quarters, we’re less likely to be caught there.”

 The redhead smirked to hide the genuine smile that threatened to show, “Whatever you say.”

 Much to Sylvain’s chagrin they walked to her quarters at an even pace. He walked throw the door frame first and she followed, closing the door behind her and then standing there quietly. The redhead assumed the worst, she must be backing out, he thought. He put up his walls once more and gave her a tired and disappointed smirk. “Chickening out?”

 “No,” she replied, without hesitation. “But, before we go on, I’d like to request that this doesn’t become a onetime thing.”

 “Oh?” Sylvain was surprised, both by her request and by the fact that she wished to continue, his traitorous heart pounded excited in his chest. She nodded in response. “You mean you want to?” He trailed off.

 Again, she nodded, but this time she was the one to kiss him. He responded eagerly, pliantly complying to her rough and roaming hands, her chapped lips bruising with force against his. Her hands reached for the hem of his blue lounge shirt, and he helped her tug it off of his torso. Once his chest was bare, Byleth’s deft fingers began exploring. The redhead responded in kind, assisting her in the removal of her black top. Sylvain bit back a groan at the sight of her naked breasts, and she moaned when he reached up and began tweaking her nipples.

 She forced him back, pushing him to lay down on her bed. Not giving him too much of a chance to fix himself, she straddled his waste and ground her clothed cunt down on top of his swollen member. Sylvain threw his head back with a hiss, his hands flying to her hips to encourage her to continue. He could feel her heat through her shorts and wondered if she was even wearing any smallclothes. “You’re still wearing too much,” she grumbled and began tugging at his trousers. He was all too happy to oblige.

 He exposed himself to her, now free of his pants and smallclothes, and he smirked at her obvious attentions. “Like what you see?” He teased and brought one of his hands to stroke along his own cock. She nodded boldly, unabashed, and began to remove her shorts as well. The redhead was right, she hadn’t been wearing any smallclothes. “I know I do.”

 “You’re very attractive, Sylvain,” she said softly. Byleth brought her hands up and kneaded at her large breasts, she let out a soft sigh of satisfaction. He trailed his hands upward, running them along her sides, barely touching her flesh. Goosebumps rose on her skin and he watched her shiver. She removed her hands and let his hands take their place. They were soft, probably the softest thing on her body, and so very perky. Her nipples were sensitive, he realized, after rubbing her left nipple in rough circles and hearing her breath hitch.

 One of his hands trailed its way back down her body and cupped her ass, giving it a playful smack before grabbing a cheek and jiggling it roughly. She squirmed, and he leaned his head forward to suck on her now neglected nipple. The hand on her eyes slowly slid undo her, making a line from her plump cheeks to the lips of her vagina. Even before spreading those lips, he could feel the slimy wetness collected on them. Sylvain let out a dark chuckle, “I didn’t know sparring got you so worked up,” another tease.

 “Only with you,” she whispered.

 Sylvain’s heart skipped a beat and he pressed his forehead between the valley of her pillow breasts and let out a heavy sigh. “Why’d you have to go and say that, professor?”

 “It’s the truth,” she said. One of her hands reached down to play with his hair gently. “And while we’re like this, call me Byleth.”

 “Okay, Byleth,” he responded, his entire being feeling lighter than before. His cock twitched and he decided to lay back down against the bed. “Turn around and sit on my face.”

 The teal haired professor nodded and turned. She knew what he was asking for, and he let out the loudest groan yet as he felt her small hands wrap around his aching cock. “You’re bigger than I expected,” she muttered, more to herself than to him. He chuckled before grabbing her hips and forcing them down on his face roughly. Byleth squeak in surprise.

 Sylvain licked a trail across her pussy lips, already enjoying the taste of her leaking fluids. He brought a hand down and spread her open. For a moment, he leaned back and admired her twitching pink opening, leaking with slick and begging for his fingers, his tongue, his cock, anything of his to fill the empty space. She whined in displeasure, but he was done observing. He blew on her entrance gently, it flinched and pushed more fluid out, a minute amount dripping down onto his face. “Sylvain,” she whined again, stopping her ministrations to his penis, trying to encourage him.

 “You’re beautiful, you know?” The redhead licked a stripe from the tip of her clit down to her entrance where he swirled his tongue and pulled back. “Absolutely gorgeous, and you taste better than expected.”

 “So taste it some more,” she implored, then leaned her head down to give small kitten licks to his tip. He groaned and unconsciously bucked his hips upward, trying to force himself into her warm mouth. Byleth wrapped one of her hands around his base, the other grabbed at his balls and began massaging them gently. She squeezed the base of his shaft, almost too hard, before taking his tip into her mouth. With a grunt, the redhead took the hint.

 Sylvain wasn’t much for oral sex, always preferring the real deal, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t want to taste Byleth’s cunt forever. She moaned around his cock, the girth of him stretching out her lips and causing saliva to dribble down her chin and onto his pubes, he wished he could see it better. His tongue attacked her clit, pressing against it and flicking back and forth, giving it an occasional tug and suck. His hands, very thankful for their large size, grabbed each cheek of her ass and spread it apart, opening her lips wider for him to devour.

 Another moan wracked her and tingled down his cock. He shivered. The redhead brought his tongue again to her entrance and began lapping at it eagerly, enjoying the seemingly endless slick that leaked out. One of his hands came down to assist his tongue, a digit toying with her clit while his tongue slithered into her vaginal opening. She quivered and fell further onto his cock, pushing his head to the back of her throat. He closed his eyes at the sensation.

 Her throat pulsed around him, gagging a bit and trying to force him out of where he didn’t belong, but his hips started bucking once more, forcing her to take him in, all of him. Sylvain lost focus on his quest to make her cum and began to focus on himself instead. Much to her dismay, he began to flip them, wishing more than anything to see her take him in her throat like a horny teenager. She whimpered but complied, now kneeling in front of him while he sat on the edge of her bed. His hand, the one not soaked in her slick, went and tangled in her hair, assisting her in her bobbing and keeping her from removing him from her throat. “Fuck, Byleth, you look so good sucking my dick.”

 She closed her eyes, the smallest moan escaping her. There were tears beginning to well up in her eyes as he pushed deeper into her throat. “You’re getting off on sucking me off, aren’t you? I can tell,” he grunted, moving her head faster as he began to feel his impending climax. “I could taste it. You would gush into my mouth every time I hit your throat.”

 Byleth moaned again, louder this time, one of her hands reached down and began to play with her clit. She sucked on him harder.

 The coil in his gut tightened exponentially at the sight. Sylvain would have to burn it in his brain. His favorite, normally expressionless professor, with his cock in her throat. He could see the bulge in her throat where resided. His free hand rested against that spot and she whimpered while he bit his bottom lip. His cock throbbed and he felt it through her neck. She looked blissed out, tears running down her cheeks, nostrils flaring in attempts to suck in air, lips stretched wide around him and drool mixed with his precum leaking down her chin. Her cheeks were flushed, and goddess he couldn’t get over the bulge he made in her throat. He added some pressure to it, she choked, and he came. Hard.

 Sylvain felt bad, he really did. Normally he’d give a warning at least, or pull out, but he couldn’t help it. He was so high off his orgasm that he didn’t pull out of her spasming esophagus until he had sent all of his semen down into her stomach. Once he was out she coughed and gagged, gasping for breath and cradling her throat. “Byleth, I’m so sorry, usually I last longer but-“

 She held a hand up telling him to stop. He waited for her to calm her breathing, his now semi-hard dick sticky with his cum and her throat coating. The professor took one more deep breath. “Its fine. I liked it.”

 “What? Really?”

 She nodded, and gave him a small smile. “Besides, next time is my turn.”

 “I can get you right now-“

 “We have class in the morning, don’t be late. Do well enough, and we might just cum together next time.”

 He smiled, “That’s some good motivation right there.”

[mortyvongola2-0]

Proof of Strength

Chapter 2: Overwhelming Scent

Pairing: Alpha! Kylo Ren x Omega! Reader

Genre: multichapter, a/b/o fic, slowburn, 18+

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: sexual themes, dirty talk, grinding, strong language, a/b/o dynamics

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When he pulled away, he said nothing, didn’t even spare you a second glance, just turned toward your door and made to leave. You started to crumple to the floor, your legs shaking and weak, heart in your throat. He cleared his throat and you turned your head so quickly you might’ve given yourself whiplash. A gasp tore from your throat and you reached out. In his large hand was a vial of your suppressing steroids. It took all of your strength to stand and approach him order to take it back.

Your efforts were thwarted, hopes crushed, as you watched him close his fist around the glass vial and smash it, the suppressing liquid, no longer contained, dripped from his once more open palm and onto the floor. He dropped the bits of glass and made sure to crunch them beneath his boot as he made his way out. When the doors shut behind him you began to panic. What had he done? One of those vials cost you half a month’s worth of credits, and you always made sure to stalk pile. You ran toward your bedside drawer, where you kept your stash, and opened the cloth bag you stored them in. A sob crawled its way into your chest. He had destroyed all of your vials, every last one, and you wouldn’t be able to afford any more for another two months!

 A tightness settled in your chest and you felt like hurling. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and you stood on your wobbly legs and erratically ran toward the doors. Your hands met the cold dura-steel and you paused. What could you do? For all you knew he had crushed your last vial, right in front of you. You smacked your head against the metal. You only had about three days before you needed your next injection, and if you didn’t take it you only had three more before your heat would start up. There had to be something you could do. “Kriff,” you grumbled, the tears finally slipping down your cheeks. “Kriff, kriff, kriffffffffff!”

 You kicked the door in your frustration, it didn’t budge, only made a loud clang as you fell back and gripped your foot in pain. The lights in your quarters flickered as you let out an angry shout. Your temper tantrum continued further into the night cycle, only stopping after your throat went sore with grumblings. What could you do? You would be stripped of your title, possibly tortured, more than likely killed once you were found out. Your toes ached, and you hit your head against the wall behind your bed. A thought struck you. You were on a ship full of alphas, so there had to be some suppression herbs somewhere. Someone had to have some you could borrow, or steal, and use on yourself until you could figure something else out…right?

 Determined, you rolled off of your bed and headed out of your room. The hallways were mostly empty, the skeleton night crew keeping the ship running while most of everyone else slept. You walked down the hall, trying to think of some alphas you knew. There was Captain Phasma, General Hux, and the Commander, all of which were out of the question, you weren’t really friends with any alphas, having done your best to keep them from scenting you. Lee and Avery were betas, most of your subordinates were betas as well. You wanted to groan again.

 “Oh,” you heard someone say and then call out your name. You looked up and saw Lee’s fling, Vanya, standing to your left. “What’re you doing up so late?”

 “Couldn’t sleep,” you replied.

 “Oh, I see,” she muttered. The air between the two of you was awkward, but you didn’t care. She adjusted her stance to cover her chest with her arms and cleared her throat. An odd scent hit your nose and you narrowed your eyes at her. It was a familiar scent, but you weren’t quite sure what it was. “Well, um, I’m working night shift tonight, so I better get back to it.”

 “Wait,” you called, and she blinked at you. You took one more deep breath in to try and identify the smell but failed. “What perfume are you wearing?”

 “Perfume?” Her head tilted to the side and you nodded. She lifted her wrist up to her nose and smelled it before she let out a soft laugh. “Oh, no, I’m not wearing a perfume. Its my herbs, silly.”

 “Herbs?” You blinked at her in surprise. “You’re an alpha? I had no idea.”

 “Yeah,” she brought a hand up to rub the back of her neck sheepishly. “I prefer to keep it that way. People tend to treat you differently if you have a designation like I do.” You could understand that and so you nodded to her. “I’m impressed that you could smell the herbs though, most betas don’t even notice.”

 “I have a strong nose,” you muttered. “You wouldn’t happen to have any extra herbs, would you? I uh, have a new programmer who needs them, and he’s not sure where to get any and is freaking out about it.”

 “Well, I don’t have anymore right now but you can always get some from medical or your commanding officer. Did they not supply you with any for your subordinates?”

 “No.”

 “Ah, then whoever you report to must have some. Be sure to let your cadet know, I need to get back to work.”

 “Alright, thank you Vanya,” you said and gave her a tight smile, your nerves on high alert.

 “No problem,” she said and waved back to you as she walked in the opposite direction.

 You had two options it seemed, raid medical and steal from them, or risk your life and career stealing from your favorite ginger General, as he was your commanding officer. You brought one of your hands up and rubbed at your temples to fend off the growing headache. With either option, if you were caught, you risked demotion, but if you stole from Hux and he was in a foul mood you risked death. You felt like crying again. If only Vanya had had some extras.

 The rest of the night passed slowly and the next day you went to work without any sleep and just as out of options as you had been before. You couldn’t decide what to do, and the cycles passed by without you taking any action. By the fifth day, one day before your heat could begin, you were nothing but stressed and panic. You hadn’t slept in four days, hadn’t eaten anything in three, and refused to drink anything but caff. Not only were your colleagues concerned for your health but so were your subordinates.

 “Lieutenant.”

 You jumped, startled out of your pacing, and faced the very man who had caused your poor state of being. “C-commander,” you stuttered, your mouth suddenly felt incredibly dry and you took a sip of your now cold mug of caff. “How can I help you sir?”

 He flexed his fingers, the leather creaking with his movements. His helmeted head tilted to the right. “You look rather stressed,” he commented.

 You grit your teeth. “I am currently working on a very important project.”

 “I see, you must be busy,” he gave a slight nod and you narrowed your eyes. What was he up to? He reached for his belt and you flinched, thought the worst, and prepared to be sliced in half by his saber. But he hadn’t grabbed his weapon, instead he grabbed a small vial from his pouch, it was filled with a familiar milky liquid. Your lips parted and you sucked in a breath. “I’ll just have to hold onto this until you have the time for it then.”

 “No!” You paused and shook your head, forcing yourself to calm down a bit. “Please, Commander I-I, that is-“ a hollowed noise escaped his vocoder and you watched his shoulders shift the slightest bit with it. He was making fun of you and your blood boiled. “Give it back,” you demanded.

 “Is the little omega frustrated?”

 “Wha-? Of course!”

 He stared at you, or at least you thought he was, and took a few steps closer to you. Again, he caused your body to go into fight or flight. Your omega instincts said to flee but your training said to fight. The two options were swirling in your mind, fighting against one another. By the time he was close enough you could see your breath fog against his helmet, you decided to fight. You brought one of your legs up in an attempt to knock his knees out from under him, but he easily caught your leg. Kylo pulled it up against his hip and pressed himself flush against you. You almost fell backward, his added weight and only having one leg to stand on caused you to begin to lose your balance. But his other hand pressed against your back and pushed you against him in kind.

 A shiver crawled down your spine. You’d never been this close to anyone before, let alone someone so powerful. His scent began to overwhelm your senses, and you almost whined. He had a strong grip on your calf and you weakly attempted to break it free. You couldn’t think, your heart was pounding in your chest from fear and excitement. He smelled of leather and spices. Ren brought the edge of your helmet down to the crook of your neck like he had days before, and again you craned your head away from him to give him better access. Being so close, when he chuckled this time, you could feel the vibrations in his chest and almost hear the voice of the man beneath the vocoder. “So pliant,” he stated in a lower tone. “It’s cute.”

 Your heart hiccupped. It was almost like you were paralyzed; your body too willing to obey your mind. But did you really want to leave this embrace? He smelled so good, and your stomach was in flutters. Your toes curled and you shut your eyes as you refrained from letting out a noise. His oversized hand moved from the middle to the small of your back, and you leaned into the hold. Your brain kept screaming grab the vial and run but your body cried stay and fuck just a bit louder. “Why are you doing this,” you breathed.

 “Because you’re mine,” he growled. His grip tightened on your black and on your calf, you leaned your head back and gasped as he ground his hips against yours. “If you want the vial, come and take it.”

 He stepped back from you, letting go of your leg and your back, you plopped to the ground with a very gracious “oof” and stared wide eyed up at him. Your body was still going haywire and it was incredibly difficult for your brain to comprehend what he’d said. Again, he was leaving you without a glance back. Only once he’d left the room, the blast doors closed behind him, were you able to break out of your stupor. Kylo’s scent was still all over you, your clothes and hair had soaked it up like a perfume. Shakily, you used your desk to get back on your feet and rubbed at your tired eyes. “Take it? How am I supposed to do that?”

 The rest of your workday continued, whether you wanted it to or not. You felt like your brain was melting and you were self-conscious about having the Commander’s scent all over you. It was obvious what people would think when they smelled it, and just the idea of having sex with Kylo Ren made you dizzy with fear and desire. You’d never even seen his real face before, so you chocked up your body’s response to your omega instincts. What else could it be? After all, you knew nothing about him, had never spoken with him before, and fear his wrath just like everyone else.

 “Yoohoo, anyone in there?”

 “Ah!” You jumped, adrenaline tingling through your body as you turned around to face your friend. “Avery, you almost made me drop my datapad.”

 “Sorry,” she giggled as she leaned against the doorframe. “I did knock. Not my fault you’re not paying attention.”

 “I suppose that’s fair,” you muttered and placed your work device back on your desk. “What is it? Is there a problem?”

 “No, I just came to tell you that it’s quittin’ time.”

 “Oh.”

 “Everything alright? You’ve been pretty off for the past few days,” she asked, concerned. She moved further into your office and placed a hand to your forehead. “You don’t feel like you have a fever, but you look pale.”

 “I’m just a bit home sick is all,” you tried and waved your hand to try to brush her off. She snorted in response to your statement.

 “As if, you can’t lie to me. I know you hate that junk heap. Come on,” she pleaded. A frown marred her pretty face and you sighed, hating having to lie to her. Avery was genuinely concerned for you, and you felt guilty. “What’s going on? You know you can tell me anything.”

 You bit your lip and stood from your desk. “The Commander is, well, he’s seen fit to torture me lately.”

 “Really?” The taller woman placed a hand to her chin in thought. “Do you think it has anything to do with you almost running into him the other day?”

 “I believe so,” you responded and walked around your desk. A sigh escaped you and you gripped the door frame to steady yourself, feeling lightheaded and tired. “Let’s drop it and go get some dinner. Today’s your favorite, right?”

 “Yeah, tonight’s meal is a specialty from my home planet,” she cheered and sped her walk to catch up to you. Avery placed her arm around your shoulders and began to drag you along with her. “Lets find Lee and go!”

  You smiled up at her and nodded. A feeling of dread began to spread through your chest as you thought of how little time you’d have left with your friends if you didn’t get that vial back from Kylo Ren.

[mortyvongola2-0]

Proof of Strength

Chapter 1: Whiff

Pairing: Alpha! Kylo Ren x Omega! Reader

Genre: a/b/o fic, slowburn, multichapter, 18+

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: language, sexual themes, lying, and a/b/o dynamics.

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The First Order offered great opportunities. You were poor and downtrodden when they showed up, claiming to have solutions to your poverty, that they would clothe, bathe, and provide food for all in exchange for hard work. Their propaganda promised a beautiful future, where no one would ever be as poor as you were again. Immediately, you wanted to join but there was one rather large problem. The First Order only hired alphas and betas. And therein lied your problem, as you were neither an alpha nor beta. You were an omega.

 Omegas were rare, as the gene mutation required to be an omega was even more recessive than the alpha gene. They were less independent, they required protection and mass amounts of supervision during their heats, and the biggest difference in strength was in their upper bodies, as omegas do not require the upper body strength of an alpha or even a beta. In exchange the lower body strength of an omega was much more prevalent then for either other designation. Being an omega was also a lot harder to hide then being an alpha, the hormones of an omega heavily influence those of other designations, which was most likely the reason why the First Order did not hire or train them.

 Nowadays, alphas found omegas to be more of a chore than anything. It used to be that alphas and omegas were fated to bond, that they would thrive well when mated with one another, but as more and more betas arose the less alphas wanted to put in the extra effort to take on an omega. You understood, if you weren’t an omega you wouldn’t want to have to be stuck with what the rumors made you sound like either. But, to you, there would always be something special about the bond between an alpha and omega. Others called you an idealist, or a romanticist, but you had seen that special bond firsthand. Your parents had that bond, so strong and beautiful, and you wished for that same sort of love.

 You scratched at the scent gland on the left side of your neck as you stared at the First Order poster on the wall. The wind blew your scarf into your face along with some grains of black sand. I could get away with it, you thought. This shouldn’t be a problem. You clicked your tongue and tugged the poster off the wall. My family needs the money, and everything else they’re offering doesn’t sound too bad. Can’t imagine it being any worse than this. You rubbed a dirty finger under your nose and began to walk back out and into the streets, the poster now shoved into your satchel and a hum on your lips, images of infiltrating the First Order playing continually in your mind’s eye. This’ll be fun.

 ~

 This is most certainly not fun, you thought as you crawled, much slower than everyone else, along the thick mud. The First Order really knew how to whip its people into shape, that’s for sure. You had passed their physical exam, as the differences between omegas and female betas bodies were very minimal hormone wise, and you made sure you had been suppressing with steroids long enough beforehand to not have to worry about being caught, besides hardly anyone tested for steroids anymore. Most designations didn’t suppress and if they did it was with more herbal remedies, as steroids were seen as archaic and more dangerous than helpful. The biggest differences between omega and beta, however, were all anatomically the same as an alpha. A bonding gland and six scent glands; one on each side of the neck right under the jaw and closer to the ears, one in each wrist, and one at each junction where pelvis met pubic area. But luckily for you, they didn’t do any full body scans and your bonding gland was smaller than average, so it could be easily passed as a simple knot or inflamed muscle on your shoulder.

 However, passing the physical labor portions, like crawling, climbing, heavy lifting, pushups, and even shooting, those were the tests where the true difficulty for you was. You were barely scraping by, and it took all your effort to be passable in these areas of strength. Unfortunately, that meant you were at the very bottom of your class, but at this point you were far too invested to give up. Passing was still passing; no matter what place you were. Though your testing scores and stamina more than made up for what you lacked. You were a quick study so your grades placed you above average testing wise, which balanced out with your physical scores, rounded you out to a nice average.

 You were very aware of how suspicious your weaknesses could make you seem, so you did your best to tone down the strengths of your lower body as well as worked really hard to increase what you could do with your upper body. And after a little more than a year of training, you were officially inducted as a member of the First Order, smack dab in the middle of your class. You were so proud of yourself and were extra relieved when you learned that your position put you far away from the frontlines.

 As time passed your work ethic brought you more and more promotions. Seven years after your graduation saw you as a lead programmer and the promotion after that brought you to your station on the Finalizer. You loved your job. The only downside to it was the amount of exposure to the Commander as well as the General of the First Order. Both of which were very strong alphas, probably the strongest you had ever seen. The stronger the alpha the better they could smell and the more reactive they were to omega hormones and pheromones/scents. You had to avoid them like the plague, as despite your monthly steroid suppressions they would still be able to catch a whiff of your scent. If you got too close your cover would be blown and you’d be removed, or worse killed, for your lies. Just thinking about it had you close to hyperventilating.

 “You alright?” Your coworker, Lee a beta, asked you and placed his hand on your shoulder softly. That snapped you out of your trance and you turned toward him calmly. You hadn’t realized that you’d been spacing out. Earlier that morning Kylo Ren had almost gotten close enough to smell you and that had thrown you into a frenzied inner monologue of please don’t take a deep breath, please don’t take a deep breath, please don’t take a deep breath!

 “Leave her alone, she literally almost bumped into the Commander this morning,” your other coworker, Avery also a beta, said in response to Lee. She pointed her fork at him and leaned forward on her elbows “Her life is probably still flashing through her eyes. She’s lucky he ignored her.”

“Ah man, that is lucky,” Lee mumbled and put his hand back down beside his plate. He picked up his eating utensils and used them to take a bite of the meat he had chosen from the dinner line. “Kylo Ren has been aboard for quite some time, why do you think that is?”

 Avery shrugged then pushed her plate forward, no longer interested in her dinner choices. She used her fork to emphasize her hand motions. “I don’t know, but the General has been really on edge because of it.”

 “Heh, he almost exploded this morning after Kylo Ren destroyed one of our consoles. I’d never seen so much color on his face before,” Lee snickered. You snorted in response, remembering the steaming General in all his angered glory. The feud between the ginger and the helmeted knight was no secret, they fought often and loudly. Hux with his sarcasm and snarky attitude and Kylo Ren with his blatant disregard for all of the rules and commands the General had in place. It was quite comical really, like a well-rehearsed routine. You slurped up your soup thoughtfully.

 “What I wouldn’t give to sit on that pale face,” Avery said in a playful lilt. You promptly spit out your soup and Lee choked on the water he had started to sip at.

 “Kriff, Avery, don’t say crap like that when I’m eating,” you grumbled and started to wipe up the mess you had made. She snickered and crossed her arms over her chest triumphantly, unashamed of her hazardous mindset. You could see it now, the General chuckling as he shoved her out the airlock for embarrassing him. You shivered.

 “What? I’m serious,” she said with a smirk. “He is one attractive man. You can’t tell me that you haven’t thought about it.”

 I’m too busy thinking about the ways he’d murder me if he got close enough to smell me, you thought and shook your head at her. “Nope, can’t say that I have.”

 “You’ve seriously never thought about it? What about for any of the other officers? Is there not an alpha you would pretend to be an omega for?”

 “Avery, give it a rest. Not everyone is as crazed as you,” Lee muttered. “Besides, don’t you think they would rather have an actual omega then someone pretending to be one?”

 “But there are hardly any left, plus I remember someone talking about how much of a hassle being bonded to an actual omega is.” That irked you. You doubted anyone, let alone any alpha, on this ship had actually met an unsuppressed omega let alone bonded with one.

 “Well you could still be a bit more respectful.” You nodded in response to Lee. Respect would be nice, you felt like you were owed at least a little of it due to your success in hiding who you were and proving that omegas were more than capable of caring for themselves. “Leave your weird fetishes for your diary log.”

 “How do you pretend to be an omega?” Curiosity had gotten the better of you.

 Lee sighed loudly and placed his hand against his forehead. “Why would you encourage her.” Avery, in response, beamed at you and leaned forward; both of her hands pressed against the table and fork long forgotten by her plate. “Pretending to be in heat is of course the main thing. Except, be a bit less needy and it’s not like you can actually last for as long as a real heat. You can also say a bunch of stuff about scent, and bonding, and blah blah blah, pretend to be weaker and in need of protection, it’s a lot of fun if your partner is into it.”

 “Gross,” you muttered and took another slurp of your soup. Heats in general were gross. They were long, lasting anywhere from 5 to 14 days. It started with a fever, general sluggishness, difficulty breathing and a foggy mindset, eventually your body would start the reproductive response. Slick would start to pool around your entrance and your glands would swell to the point of discomfort, it hurt quite a bit. An urge to lesson discomfort through orgasm would grow and eventually everything would begin to blend together. Pheromones would  be released in order to attract any nearby alpha and force them into a rut. The only things that could lessen the immense discomfort were sex and medications, but those were short term remedies, as their effects would dissipate rather quickly. Unless the sex involved a knot then, and only then, the discomfort would dissolve long enough for an omega to take care of themselves. Part of the reason why they required protection during their heats was because they risked dehydration and malnourishment the longer the heat went on.

 You had never had sex, let alone with an alpha, so you weren’t entirely sure how clear minded you became after knotting. Even now it had been many years since your last heat, but you could somewhat remember struggling through them earlier on in your life. “I don’t think so but, whatever. I’ve got to get back to training some new recruits.” Avery yawned and stood. She grabbed her tray and started walking toward the exit. “See you guys later.”

 “Bye,” you stated and waved in response, now trying your best to remember what struggling through your heat felt like.

 “She needs to keep quiet about stuff like that,” Lee told you quietly. “The First Order is very strict about relations between officers. She could get in real trouble for just saying some of that stuff.”

 “Then you need to be careful too.” A smirk crawled onto your face and you wiggled your eyebrows at him. “Did you think you and Miss Vanya were being discreet?” A light blush dusted his tan ears. You chuckled at his embarrassment and shook your head. “I didn’t need to hear the two of you in your office, but I did. You’re more of a screamer than I thought.”

 “I um, I just realized I still have a project I need to finish, so I’ll uh- we’ll talk later,” he scrambled to clean his area. “See you!”

 After he scurried off you kept your smirk and finished your soup. You checked the time to make sure you still had a bit before you needed to head back and lazily began to clean your space. A yawn escaped your lips as you started your trek back to your office.

 Lee and Avery were good people, very smart and hard workers. Avery had been your friend since your initial training, she had helped immensely with trying to get your upper body in shape. The two of you had been separated after initiation and reunited when they assigned you to this ship. Avery was now the trainer assigned to your section, working alongside or sometimes directly under you to help the newer programmers meet First Order standards.

 Lee had trained you in your original position when you first arrived on the Finalizer and now, he was directly in charge of the stromtrooper training programs and battle training designs. You were proud of him, even though his position meant you couldn’t see him as often. He was at Captain Phasma’s beck and call, coming up with the ideas that your department would bring to life via code. Again, you snickered thinking about his embarrassment at your discovery. You were determined to never let him live it down.

 Once you reached your office, you punched in your code and the doors easily slid open. Your main job was to receive orders and delegate the coding and programming to those under you. The paperwork was immense, and you hardly ever got to do any of the actual programming that you enjoyed, but you enjoyed the raise and respect the position brought you. Besides, if someone else didn’t understand or finish their work, it was up to you to do it so there were occasions when you got to do what you enjoyed, however rare they were. You slid into your desk chair quietly and got to work.

 Later in the evening, after your shift had finished, you entered your quarters and immediately knew something was wrong. The hairs on the back of your neck were standing, and your omega instincts were kicking into gear. Predator, your mind supplied. The faint scent of alpha pheromones tickled your nose and you shivered. The suppressants dulled your sense of smell, so you could not identify who it was, but you knew what they were. You took a tentative step forward, hands trembling and body on full alert. Who would have access to your quarters? Higher command had access, generals, captains, commanders. An alpha and a higher up, oh no. They must know. They’re here to kick me out, to kill me, they know!

 You took a few more steps forward, right outside the open entrance to your bed. They were in there, in your room, the smell was stronger in that direction. There was no sound, so they weren’t moving, but they were in there. A cold sweat broke out all over your body and you could take a guess as to who it was. It had to be the Commander. He was the only one who had been close enough to you to get a good whiff of your suppressed omega smell. Kylo Ren was absolutely going to murder you, no question. Still trembling, you resigned yourself to your fate, and finally stepped into your measly bedroom.

 And there he stood, in all his black and murderous glory. Kylo Ren was standing against the left wall, his visor was turned toward you, effectively intimidating you further. You almost squeaked under his intense scrutinizing and judging by the way his chest rose and fell a bit more deliberately, you knew he was taking in your scent. He took a large step forward; you took a frightened step backward. That cycle continued until you were no longer able to back up. He had you back up against your refresher door, his helmeted head literally pressed into the crook of your neck, one hand at you hip and the other holding your head back to further expose your nape. Your instinctual response was submission and following that instinct you craned your head away and further into his hold, effectively exposing your scent and bonding glands to him. I’m going to die, he’s going to strangle me, and I will die.

 And all at once, he pulled away.

[mortyvongola2-0]

Better Man

Pairing: Armitage Hux x Reader (also Reader x Phasma sort of)

Genre: Smut, oneshot

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Smut, cheating relationship, desk sex, old fic

Read it on AO3

A/N: This is an old fic, I apologize. 

This wasn't the first time, and from the way he groaned above you it wouldn't be the last either. The both of you had been going at it for months. Who would have thought, you a lowly officer would make it with two different high-ranking officers? Everyone was surprised and elated when you had married Phasma, but how would they react if they found out about you and Hux? Not well. He ran is fingers through your hair and you let out a muffled moan. The ginger knew what you were thinking and he began to try to pull you back into the moment.

But it didn't work.

No matter how much you loved your little escapades with the General, you always had that creeping guilt in the back of your mind. Like a poison spreading its claws and latching to your insides. It always distracted you, and your halfhearted moans would distract him. The more you do it, the sicker you'd feel. But how could you stop?

The perfect curve of his penis, the length, his girth. He made it feel so good. You'd never been so physically attracted to a man before. Hux always knew exactly where to rub, touch, pound, and scratch. He could read you just as well as those books his wife likes to buy him. Ah yes, his wife. She shouldn't be left out of this either. Betraying either wife would be no small hell to pay in the end. But it was too late at this point. The ginger was already balls deep inside you once again.

"Ahhhh," you cried and he pushed your face further down into his desk. Drool would slip from your bruised lips at almost every thrust. He was so powerful, and he definitely knew the damage he could do. "Oh, yes General. Ngn, fuck me!"

"That's right," he grunted, one of his hands pulling your hair almost like a leash. "You just love my cock, don't you?"

"Yes," you breathed. "I love it so much."

Hux growled loudly and presses his clothed chest to your sweat riddled back. His thrusts got slower but he hit deeper into you. You'd let out a whine whenever you felt him at your cervix, and he made sure to hit it at only the right moments. He breathes shallowly into your ear and despite the pleasure you both were feeling his eyes caught a glimpse of the wedding band on your finger and he pushed back to a standing position. Hux would finish he was determined to.

After removing the glove off his left hand, with his teeth he did, your hair still in the strong hold of his right. His own wedding band glistened in the dull lighting and as shame crawled through his belly he reached down and rubbed your clit with vigor. The pleasurable feeling began to build, and you could feel that delicious knot swell. He groaned when you tightened around him, he was on the verge, but as you came, you accidentally cried, "Ohhhhh, Armitage!"

Oops.

Silence hung heavy in the room, heavier than the panting of both of your chests. He had pulled out of you so fast it left you blinking. "G-General, it was a-"

"Get dressed and get out."

You understood. At the beginning of your agreement both of you conceded to never calling one another what we loved our spouses to call us by. He'd agreed to never call you by your name either. If it was strictly sexual, it couldn't be that bad, right? It wasn't complete betrayal if there was no love... Right?

So, with a queasy feeling and great shame you cleaned yourself up and began to redress. The end was the worst part. When it was over there was nothing to distract you from the guilt of what'd you'd just done once more. How could you? You loved her so much and yet you do this to her? She'd never betray you, never. But if she didn't know, she wouldn't be hurt, right? Of course not. What they don't know won’t hurt them. You glanced over your shoulder at him, he was already back to being the pristine and immaculate General he always was, minus the obvious sign of his lack of orgasm. His wife must be the only one who gets to see him completely disheveled.

Hux stared down at his wedding ring and began to roll it around his finger a bit. It seemed as if he really was doomed to repeat his father’s mistakes. Would he too create an illegitimate son? The thought alone caused his heart to clench in pain. Not only would that child be the fruits of his affair with a woman he held no love for, but it would be exactly what Hux did not want. What would his wife do if she knew? How would she react to his unfaithfulness, let alone a child that would not be her’s but his alone? The man’s jaw clenched and he quickly sat back down in his office chair. No, he wouldn’t let that happen. Despite that train of thought, he heard himself call out and say, “Next week.”

“As always,” you said and fixed the last strand of your hair. It was almost comedic, how easy it was to go back to pretending. After this, you would go back to your work station, grab a few things, then be back in your room to quickly shower before the love of your life finished her duties. Before you could walk out those doors and back to normality, the Commander walked in. Hux stood immediately and you moved out of his way as quickly as possible as the giant’s strides pushed him to the desk in less steps then you could ever dream of attempting.

“What do you want Ren,” the ginger huffed.

“Your wife had asked for you to be at her first training session,” even his modulated voice sounded smug. “But I see you’d rather train someone else’s bitch.”

“E-Excuse me!” Your cheeks heated in embarrassment and Kylo’s blank mask continued to stare straight through Hux.

“She was disappointed you weren’t there, I was too,” the man chuckled darkly before grabbing Hux by the color of his uniform. The ginger snarled and clenched his fists against the desk. “Of course, this was more important though.”

“Ren,” the ginger said in a warning tone.

“Your wife, during our training session, she had another attack. I had to be the one to help her this time. She’s at medbay right now. Poor thing was so helpless, lying on the floor and gasping for breath. I carried her there, you know. She cried and cried for you-“

“What. Do. You want!” Hux demanded through grit teeth, his pale face growing bright red with anger.

“I want to see your shame,” Ren let go of Hux’s collar and turned around. “Thank you for the conformation on who is the better man.”

[mortyvongola2-0]

Screw the Flu

Pairing: Officer!Kylo Ren x Reader

Genre: Oneshot, smut

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Strong language, descriptions of sex, driving under the influence of medications, alcohol, abuse of power, sex, kylo ren is a cop, sex as payment(sorta)

Read it on AO3

“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself as you slowed your car to a stop. You looked to your passenger and smacked her chest with the back of your hand. “See what you did?”

 Despite your smack, your friend remained unconscious and you sighed. You reached down for your wallet and opened your glove box once you’d grabbed it. From the glove box you grabbed the car registration and then you heard that tell tale tap at your window. With a bit of nausea, you turned and rolled down your window. The officer, a very tall and attractive man, cleared his throat and put his hand out. “License and registration please.”

 “Oh, of course officer, um,” you squinted at his uniform, trying to read his name despite how distorted your vision was. “Officer Ren?”

 He put his hand out expectantly and you handed him the papers quickly, praying that he didn’t notice the slight glaze of your eyes and the stuffiness of your nose. “I’ll be back,” he muttered.

 “I’ll be waiting,” you tried in a flirtatious tone. He eyed you suspiciously before continuing his way back to the police car behind you. A deeply frustrated sigh left you and you sunk down in your seat. What a time to have the flu.

 Hoping to get off with a warning, you pulled down the mirror from the visor of your car and checked your appearance. You looked relatively presentable, hopped up on NyQuil and on the lower end of your fever. A small adjustment to your white tank-top made your breasts look more appealing and running your fingers through your hair helped calm the ‘I’ve been in bed all day’ look.

 “Do you know why I pulled you over?”

 “Wah!” You almost jumped out of your skin! After pressing a hand to your chest you turned to look at the man, a small smirk now resting on his plump lips, as he watched you closely. “Jeez, has anyone ever told you how quiet you are?”

 “Once or twice,” he said smugly as he handed you back your license and car registration. “Again, do you know why I pulled you over?”

 “Oh, no sir. I have no idea.” Again, you tried a flirtatious tone and again it fell flat as he didn’t bat an eyelash to your flirtations.

 “You were driving all over the road,” he stated. “What’s going on with your friend here?”

 “Oh her? She’s just reeeeaaaallllllllly drunk,” you said with an honest snort before realizing your mistake. “I mean, she is but I’m not. Sir, I would never drink and-“

 “Step out of the vehicle, please.”

 You mentally smacked yourself in the forehead. What a great idea, tell the officer your passenger is smashed while he suspects you of drinking and driving. He opened the door for you, Oh, what a gentleman, you thought sourly and stepped out of your car. He left the door open and you stepped out into the chilly air and shivered. Unfortunately, you missed the movement of his deep caramel eyes as they watched you cross your arms under your breasts and push them upward as you tried to keep yourself warm.

 “You were driving barefoot?”

 A blush spread across your cheeks as you glanced down your gray sweats and to your bare feet. “Um, yes?” When you left your apartment, you hadn’t even been thinking about shoes and you apparently hadn’t realized you forgot them.

 “Is that a question?”

 “Noooo,” you started, trailing your gaze down to his black work shoes. “I mean, yes I was driving barefoot but it wasn’t a question.”

 “Its never a good idea to drive barefoot, you know.”

 “Neither is driving after drinking tons of NyQuil, but that didn’t stop me either.”

 “Oh?” Shit! “Is that so?” Why’d you have to open your dumb mouth!?

 “Ah, Officer wait!” You rushed forward and squeaked when he grabbed your wrists in one hand in response to your proximity.

 “Do you want to be charged with assault too?”

 “No, definitely not!”

 He grabbed the handcuffs from his belt and brought your hands behind your back as he cuffed them together. Tears began to fill your eyes as the reality of the situation began to set in. You had student loans to pay off, you couldn’t afford a DUI ticket now, let alone arrest for assaulting an Officer! Shit, shit, shit! And your friend was still sleeping through all of this? Maybe that was a good thing, she had never been the calmest when inebriated. “Officer, please,” you begged. “I can’t afford this ticket, please.”

 “You should’ve thought about that before you started driving.”

 “Officer Ren, please! My friend obviously couldn’t drive home, and all our other friends were smashed at the same bachelorette party! When she called me, I had just finished taking the medicine so I could sleep. I didn’t even know it was against the law! Please,” you pleaded as he brought you around to the hood of your car. The freckled man gently pressed you down against the hood with your back facing him. Your tears started to fall, “Is there nothing I can do?”

 “Sorry,” he muttered. “Ignorance of the law is no excuse.”

 You let out a frustrated groan and pressed your forehead down against the cold metal in frustration. Maybe it was the NyQuil or maybe it was because you hadn’t gotten any in awhile but you were enjoying his pat down more than you should have been. Now he pulled you up off the car, he was gentler then you’d seen most cops be. Maybe it was because you weren’t struggling? Either way, it surprised you when you tripped, and he caught you by the front of your shirt and your cuffed hands right before you fell to the ground. “What the hell? Careful,” he exclaimed.

 Now you were more than embarrassed. If he straightened you up, if you faced him, he would have a full-frontal view of your boobs. His hand was still gripping the thin material of your tank top and it seemed like slow motion as he started to stand you up properly. “W-Wait, don’t!”

 You were mortified, a blush began spreading across your exposed chest and up to your cheeks, and you squeaked out your disapproval. Officer Kylo Ren’s eyes widened as they were glued to your exposed flesh and he seemed to choke on his next set of words. As soon as he came to his senses, he turned to look away, his own blush lightly dusting his ears, and he let go of your shirt. “Uh, sorry,” he mumbled and rubbed the back of his neck. “Go ahead and fix yourself.”

 “I can’t,” you muttered, still embarrassed but curious about the shifting of his legs.

 “What, why?” He turned his head back to face you, his gaze wandered down before quickly jumping back up to meet your eyes with his narrowed ones.

 “Because my hands are cuffed behind my back,” you replied, a dumb idea forming in your mind.

 “Right,” Ren muttered and took a deep breath to straighten himself out. That really dumb idea was now at the forefront of your mind. “I’ll uncuff you for a moment so that you can straighten yourself out.”

 “Mr. Officer, sir,” you began, your brain to mouth filter no longer working due to the copies amounts of nighttime medicine churning through your blood stream. He paused in his efforts to uncuff you, partially due to you turning to face him and still flashing him your breasts but also so he could react to anything you were planning on doing. “You are a very hard working man,” you paused a moment and checked to make sure there was no silver or gold band around his left ring finger, “and in exchange for a warning, I’m more than willing to show you my appreciation.”

 “Are you propositioning me? Propositioning a police officer?”

 “Uh,” you blinked. “This isn’t going to end up on Live PD, is it?”

 “No, I do not have body cam, nor a dash cam, and they don’t follow this county.”

 “Then yup, I mean yes, yes I am propositioning you.” It was a bit chilly, your feet were now filthy and your nipples, after their long exposure to the night air, were hard and begging for warmth. “If I can get you off, will you let me off? Please?” You bat your eyelashes and gave him the most sultry look you could muster. One of his hands were still holding your cuffed ones and the both of you were still by the trunk of your car. He was staring at you with an unreadable expression, you were mental degrading your big fat mouth! Now he was going to arrest you, propositioning an office was one of the most illegal of illegal things! You were going to go to prison, you were going to jail horny and with the flu and your friend was still passed out in the passenger seat!

 “Okay,” he said.

 “I’m sooo sorry, please don’t- wait, did you just say okay?”

 He was smirking at you, his pupils a bit more dilated. Now he was no longer avoiding your exposed breasts, he was basically eye fucking you. The blush spread through your chest and up to your cheeks, a shiver crawled its way up your spine. “I have two conditions,” he responded, and you paused. “First, you keep the cuffs on, second, we make it a competition.”

 Kinky, you were okay with kinky.

 “If I get you off first, I win. If you get me off first, you win and I’ll let you go with a warning.”

 “What happens if you win?”

 He chuckled in response and began to push you back towards the trunk of your car. “You’ll see.”

 Officer Ren smashed his lips to your own, effectively silencing your response. Your back was now pressed against the end of your trunk and your mind was going pleasantly blank. He was a great kisser. His lips were soft and plush, and the perfect size against your own. The heat from the kiss was searing and it effectively warmed up your chilled body. He pressed his body closer to yours and you moaned against his mouth. The rough fabric of his uniform shirt rubbed against your nipples and you gasped, he used that instance to shove his tongue in your mouth and start exploring. Goosebumps rose up along your flesh as he dragged his tongue across the roof of your mouth and you moaned when it brushed against your own wet muscle.

 One of his hands wrapped around your waist and the other was running through your hair. Eventually you had to pull away from the incredible kiss to breathe, you still had the flu no matter how good the NyQuil made you feel and breathing out of your nose was more difficult then you’d like to admit. Ren started kissing down your neck and you were more then willing to allow him ample access. Another moan escaped you, and you were beginning to strain your arms against your binds. You wanted, more than anything to touch him, and having your hands bound left you far more disadvantaged then you would’ve liked. “Officer Ren-“

 “It’s Kylo.” His voice was huskier then you remembered it being.

 “Kylo-“ you cut yourself off when you moaned. His talented mouth had wrapped around your left nipple, while his left hand played with the opposite breast. Your toes were curling against the road and your back was beginning to arch toward him. “Kylo, ah, my hands, mmm that feels great,” his right hand had slipped past the waist band of your sweatpants and had begun to rub against your pelvis. “My hands leave me a bit disadvantaged.”

 “Hm, that’s too bad,” he chuckled against your right breast before lapping at your neglected nipple.

 You let out a whine, both at the unfairness of the situation and at the tingle his actions sent straight to your core. His wayward hand began to stroke your entrance through your underwear. Again, a chuckle reverberated from his chest, he didn’t have to say anything for you to understand what had caused his response. You were the wettest you had ever been. Your underwear was ruined, you well knew, but did you care? No, not at all.

 “Please,” you pleaded, trying your best to get out what you wanted to say before your brain completely turned to mush. “A chance, I just need a chance, please.”

 He stood back to his full height, his deft fingers pressing against your clit through the now aggravating fabric. “Fine, I’ll give you a chance,” he responded, a smug expression plastered to his face. “One chance, but your hands stay bound.”

 Unfortunately, or very fortunately he removed his hand from your underwear and sweatpants. He backed up a bit, giving himself enough space to unbuckle his multiple belts and pull down his zipper. You licked your lips in anticipation and had to keep from drooling once he finally removed himself from the confines of his boxers. Officer Kylo Ren was well endowed. He was longer then expected, but the thickness of him was the real kicker. Just from a look you could tell he would rub you in all the right places. Again, you really wished your hands weren’t bound so you could feel his fullness in your palm. Before he could make a comment, or be haughty in any way, you got down on your knees and started kissing along his clothed thighs. You were thankful for your choice in sweatpants, the road didn’t cut into your knees like you were afraid it would, and you were thankful for Kylo’s readiness to be in your mouth. At first he pressed his tip against your lips and you very willingly opened your mouth for him.

 His groan was music to your ears.

 It was hard to breathe, what with your stuffed nose and Kylo’s large cock in your mouth, but the burning in your chest from lack of oxygen was more then worthwhile. His taste was addictive and you moaned against him. The officer grabbed the back of your head and helped keep your mouth against him. “Oh yeah,” he sighed out. “Mmm, just like that. Fuck, you’re good at this.”

 You dragged your tongue from his base to his tip and made sure to lap up all his precum. If you had your hands, you would have been sure to pay attention to his balls as well, but sadly you couldn’t. A gag escaped you as you did your best to put as much of him down your throat as you could. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and he bucked his hips further into the small space your throat had left to offer. “Fuck!”

 He tugged at your hair, pulling you off of him. Your throat made a loud squelching noise as he removed himself from your mouth. Kylo let out a breathy chuckle, “I almost lost,” he said and began to pull you back up to stand. “Almost.”

 “You should just let me win,” you responded hoarsely. “If I do, it’ll end well for both of us.”

 “A tempting off, but I’m not ready to be finished yet.” Officer Ren placed his hands on your hips and turned you over, one of his hands pressed against your back, which forced your front to press against the cool metal of the trunk of your car. His other hand began pushing your sweatpants and underwear down to your ankles. You whined, wishing more than anything that he would give you back the use of your hands. His fingers traced along your entrance and you bit your bottom lip at the feel. Kylo easily slid one of his fingers inside of you, then another, and he began to curl them against your walls. You sighed and pushed your hips back to better feel his fingers. “You’re so wet, and you feel so good wrapped around my fingers.”

 “Mmm,” you moaned and spread your legs out as far as they could go with your pants around your ankles. “I’d feel even better wrapped around your fat cock.”

 “Well, lets test that theory,” he muttered as he removed his fingers. You could feel the blunt tip of his penis rub against your labia and you sighed. Kylo rubbed himself up to your clit then teased your entrance. Once you were both sure he was thoroughly coated in your slick, he slid inside without any resistance. He groaned loudly and you couldn’t make a sound. You took a deep breath in, he was just so big! It felt better then you were expecting, and as he bottomed out inside you, all your breath left in a woosh. Thankfully, he stopped and gave you time to adjust to his size. “You good?”

 “Y-Yeah, ah,” you moaned and squeezed your eyes shut. In an effort to test how ready you were for him to move, you swiveled your hips and groaned. Never before had a man felt so good inside you. Officer Ren groaned his approval at your movements and started with shallow thrusts, and once he heard your sounds of approval he began to go at a punishing pace. The car creaked as the two of you moved together, you could see him in the reflection of your rear windshield, and you licked your lips. He looked good with his cap tilted backward and concentration plastered on his face. Despite the cold you could see small beads of sweat making his hair stick to his forehead and his eyes were trained to the spot where your bodies joined. “Oohhh, you feel so good!”

 “You’re so tight,” he grunted and lifted a hand to smack your right butt cheek. “Mmm, I like that sound.”

 Your cheek felt warm and tingly, and as he brought his hand back down to smack you again, you shivered. Spanking had never appealed to you before, but it was certainly your new favorite kink. That and handcuffs. Kylo had reached up with his other hand and grabbed your cuffed hands, he pulled you back toward him, your back and hands now pressing into his clothed chest. The pressure was uncomfortable on your shoulders, but you easily overlooked it when he started nipping and sucking at your neck. The hand that had been at your ass snuck to your front and began to press at your swollen clit. He licked a trail from your collarbone up to your ear, “You were right, you do feel better wrapped around my fat cock,” he huffed and licked the shell of your ear. Two of his fingers were now rubbing against your bundle of nerves and you began to shake. You were close, so so sooo close. He kissed back down your neck and sucked at the junction between your shoulder and neck. “Cum for me.”

 Kylo gave one final thrust, his tip hit against your cervix and you almost shrieked. The feeling of your cervix being abused triggered your orgasm, and your body trembled against his as it rippled through you. He let out a loud groan against your throat as his orgasm started and your walls tried to milk him for all he had. Once you came down from your high, you opened your mouth so that you could breathe properly and whimpered softly when he pulled out of you. The officer’s breathing was also heavy, but just as the feeling of him clutching at your cuffed hands began to make you uncomfortable again you felt him uncuff you.

 “Uhg, now I’m even more exhausted,” you sighed as you leaned back down against your car. “But I’m the good kind of exhausted.”

“Let me help you clean up and get you back in your car.”

 “Mmhmm,” you nodded drearily, and a small smile crept onto your face as you felt him use a handkerchief gently to wipe his cum away from your abused cunt. Kylo helped you pull your underwear and sweatpants back up and over your hips. You put in some effort and used your newly freed hands to pull up your tank top once again. Your legs felt a little shaky, and the chill began to creep back into your limbs. Using the car to keep upright, you began to walk back toward the driver’s seat.

 “Here,” Officer Kylo came up behind you and wrapped a soft blue blanket over your shoulders. He held your car door for you and you eased yourself back into your seat. “You alright?”

 “Yeah, just a little sore,” you responded, a sly smirk crawling onto your lips. “That was fun. You’re good.”

 “You’re not so bad yourself,” he chuckled in response. Gently, Kylo closed your door, he leaned against the door and stuck his head through the rolled down window. “But I still won.”

 “What? But- does that mean I have to-“

 He very slyly slid his hand toward you, a white slip of paper dropped in your lap. Officer Kylo pat your car door and stood back up to his full height. He said you nap and tilted his hat to you, “See you around, sickie.”

 And with that he was walking back to his patrol car. You groaned loudly and smacked your head against your steering wheel. After turning your car back on you rolled up your window and sighed. You reached forward and grabbed the ticket to look at the damage, but all that was written on the slip was a phone number and his days off. “Huh,” you muttered to yourself, a small smile creeping onto your cheeks.

 “Nice job.”

 “Ah!” You turned to your passenger seat, startled, and saw your friend slouching in her seat with a sloppy smile on her face. “I thought you were passed out.”

 “I was, but then the car started rocking and it woke me up,” she smirked at you and crossed her arms over her chest. “Nice hickey by the way, if it was as nearly as good as it sounded then I’m so proud of you. He was really hot too.”

 “Let’s get going before he gives me an actual ticket,” you sighed, a playful smile crawling onto your lips. As you started driving away, you thought about the number on that ticket, and gave an open mouthed smile.