#smutty fanfic

[hsdiaries]

after show adrenaline.

famous!harry x y/n

quick little blurb, about 1.7k

sir kink, praise kink, oral m receiving, p in v.

I ran to the back of the stage, the roar of the crowd was still going behind me, echoing through building. It only added to the adrenaline rush I was feeling after tonight's show.

I felt good.

Truth was, I wanted to feel even better. I slowed my run to a quick walk, making my way to where I knew the car would be waiting for me. As I turned the final corner at the end of the hall, I saw the car, but what my eyes landed on was even better.

My sweet Y/N.

Just the sight of her made my cock twitch in my pants. She was wearing those damn black jeans I loved. They hugged her waist just right, holding her ass up, accentuating it's plumpness. A dainty button up top sat on her body, barely covering her tits that sat so perfectly on her frame.

When I finally reached her, she pushed up from the car, her hands wrapping around my neck. She never cared if I was sweaty after shows; a part of me thought it turned her on secretly, though she never admitted it.

"Best show ever, baby. I swear that was the best performance you've ever given." She said, her praising me only fueling my adrenaline.

"Yeah? The best?" I asked, smirking at her causing her to chuckle. She leaned forward and bit my lip, pulling it towards her before letting it go.

"The best." She smiled that sexy smile that she only ever gave me. I had seen every smile on her, and this one, the one that went slightly more to the left cheek than her right, it was just for me.

"Y/N, I need to show you something in the dressing room baby." I said, and she raised her eyebrows softly.

"Oh, really? What exactly?" She said and I laughed, kissing her forehead.

"You'll see." I said, kissing her softly before taking her hand in mine and leading her towards the dressing rooms. We had about fifteen minutes before they came to clean out the rooms, that was more than enough time.

We reached my dressing room and I quickly pulled her in, closing and locking the door behind us. I pushed her body against it, my hands gripping at her waist. The tip of my nose moving along the length of her neck.

"Y/N, I need some attention." I said, my lips meeting her neck, sucking softly against her skin. I heard her giggle, as her hands moved down the front of my body, my chest exposed through the jacket I was wearing tonight. She moved her hand over my cock, palming at it sweetly.

I bit at her neck, a soft moan escaping her, "You didn't get enough tonight?"

"It wasn't the type of attention you can give me baby, and you know it." I whispered against her neck, my tongue running up it to her ear. I bit at her ear lobe and her hand gripped on my hardening cocked.

"Because no one can tell you how good you are like I can, right sir?" She said, too sweetly for her own good. She palmed over my cock, and it only got harder under her touch, blood rushing without any control.

"No one can do a lot of things the way you do, Y/N." I said, moving my gaze to her and soon we were kissing, our lips loving harshly against one another. Her hands began fiddling with the button on my pants, moving the zipper down quickly, and pushing my pants and briefs down my legs. I felt the relief of my hard cock not being contained by my tight pants anymore, and groaned against our kiss.

She chuckled, moving down my body, trailing kisses until she was down on her knees. I watched as she grabbed hold of me, moving her tongue up my length, wrapping it around my tip until she finally took me in her mouth completely. She moved her mouth up and down my length so skillfully, her hand moving on the places her mouth couldn't, her other hand palming against my balls.

"Fuck, Y/N, you're an angel with those lips, baby, uhh..."I groaned, grabbing a fistful of her hair, pushing her further down on me, my hips bucking towards her. She always took me so well, never a complain from her. I felt as my length curved down her throat, her saliva dripping down my cock and dribbling out of her mouth as I continued to fuck her mouth.

I felt as she used her hands on my thighs to push away from me, she peeked up at me through her long lashes, licking her lips. Her hands both on my length, moving up and down me, slick from how wet her mouth left me.

"I want you to fuck me, H. Fuck me baby, cause that's just something else your so good at. Driving yourself in and out of me. Making me come the way no one else ever has." She said, my core tightening at her words, abs contracting. She had this sweet way of saying the dirtiest things that just drove me insane.

I quickly retightened my grip on her hair, pulling her straight up on her feet. I brought her to my lips, kissing her desperately as I reached down to undo her jeans. Her hands wrapping around her neck, fingers crawling and wrapping themselves into my hair, tugging on it.

I quickly worked on pushing her jeans and underwear off her lower body, down her legs far enough she could step out of them. Once she did, I picked her up, her legs wrapping around my waist. She kept kissing me, her tongue finding mine, her hands moving to my shoulders as she began to grind her middle against my stomach. I could feel how slick she already was; her wetness coating my stomach with every movement and it caused a groan to escape my lips.

"Harry, I'm so wet for you." She said into our kiss, tugging at my hair as I walked us over to the couch in the room, quickly placing her down.

"I know baby, so good for me, so ready." I bit at her lip as I sat down with her on me, "Slip me in baby, ride me please."

She nodded, lifting her body slightly as I reached up and unbuttoned her shirt, pushing it off her shoulders. I loved that she never wore a bra, I loved that I could immediately take in her perfect tits, my hands palming at them; my fingers pulling at her nipples, teasing them between my fingers. I felt her take my cock in her hand, rubbing my tip against her opening, "Oh god." She moaned, beginning to slowly slip me inside her.

She was so tight, so warm and the slow circles she was drawing on me as she took me in further caused my head to fall back, "Fuck Y/N, god baby you feel so good." I wrapped my arms around her, pressing my face into her chest, placing kisses everywhere, moving my mouth over her nipples, sucking and licking them as she began bouncing on me more.

She would squeeze me, pulling me deeper inside her as she did. Her movements so confident, her moans so freely filling the dressing room.

"Oh Harry, oh god. Do I feel good sir? Does all this feel so good for you baby." She moaned, my lips still on her breasts. She knew what she was doing with her words, my grip tightening around her waist so my hips could move up, pushing my self deeper into her.

"So fucking good, Y/N, oh sweet girl. So fucking good." I said, my hips bucking up and meeting hers. She gripped onto my shoulder and I pushed back slightly so I could move my hand, placing my thumb on her clit. I rolled it in circles against it, causing her head to fall back. Her movements turned into slow circles, her hips grinding on my cock as she pushed herself against my finger. I was coated in her wetness and I didn't care.

"Haa...oh fuck, Harry, please don't fucking stop." She moaned, whimpers coating her heavy breathing. I grabbed onto her hip with my free hand, not wanting her movements to falter, keeping her hips moving on me.

"Come for me sweet angel, come on me baby, let me feel every bit of you." I said, her head coming back straight, our eyes locking as she nodded. She bit her lower lip, her eyes fluttering closed. She looked so sexy, every bit of her body like this, riding me, was pushing close to my undoing. I could feel my core tightening, and I groaned at how good she felt.

"I'm going to come...oh god like that...Harr..." she stopped moving, her body trembling as I kept moving my thumb on her clit, driving hard deep thrusts into her. She came, her moans rolling off her lips with profanities mixed in.

Her body, went slightly limp in my arms, and I used every bit of strength I had to pick her up so I could flip her over. I kept myself inside her the entire time. I placed her on the couch and brought her legs to my shoulders, pushing them against her body as I began thrusting in her. They were long, slow thrust as I used every last bit of energy I had to keep on going.

"Come for me, sir, please. God, you deserve it, please." She begged, her hands reaching up and pulling me to her. Our lips met messily, I felt my arm buckle slightly, and I reinforced my weight on it, driving my cock in her faster now, letting her slick guide me. She kept squeezing me, pulling me deeper inside with each thrust until finally I felt my release.

"Fuck." I groaned out, her lips peppering kisses on my chin and jawline. My breathing was heavy, both of us sweaty. I bit my lip, swallowing breaths that got caught in my throat.

She ran her fingers softly through my hair, she knew this always helped me come to after I came. Helped me relax.

"I'll fuck you like that after every show if you want." She whispered teasingly and I chuckled.

"How about you do it again at home first?" I said pulling out of her slowly, before moving to kiss her lips.

She bit at my lower lip and nodded, "All night of you please."

[mrsjellymunson]

The Biology Tutor

📕 Lesson 1: Female Anatomy

Continue studying: Lesson 2: Male Anatomy | Lesson 3: Human Reproduction | Extra Credit 01: Communication Skills

Pairing: Virgin!Eddie Munson x fem!tutor!reader

Summary: Eddie’s failing class, so you decide to offer two different styles of biology tuition, textbook-based and *ahem* practical.

W/C: something around 4k (I didn’t do a word count after editing, sorry)

CW: 🔞 18+ MDNI!, NSFW, PWP, smut with a story. Exhibitionism (f), mutual masturbation (m+f), swearing, innuendo, pet names, slight sub/dom dynamic, subtle size kink? Both Reader & Eddie are overage. No y/n. Reader’s appearance is not described, it can be whatever you like.

A/N: A cute little bit of biology lesson-based smut. I’m a sucker for virgin!Eddie and wanted to see if I could write him. Let me know how I did! 😄

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You’ve had a crush on the guy in your Biology class since the beginning of the year when you first saw him ranting on a table in the cafeteria. There’s something about him that’s so different from the guys you’d usually go for. You run in completely different social circles, you with the academically-gifted ‘Brainy Bunch’ (an eye-rollingly terrible moniker coined by the we-think-we’re-so-clever jocks), and him with his nerdy friends. Despite this you find him unusual and intriguing, not to mention hot as all hell. You guess the ‘freak metalhead’ look doesn’t work for everyone, but his long hair and rebellious dark ink are certainly doing it for you. You really want to discover what’s underneath those layers of denim, leather and torn shirts, your imagination only able to go so far as you ponder his form late at night in your bed.

However, girls talk, and you’ve never heard of him being with any of them, or even speaking to all that many. For all his bravado and apparent confidence, you’re reasonably certain that Eddie Munson is still a virgin.

And for some reason this draws you to him even more.

You’re pretty sure you’ve caught Eddie checking out your ass as it’s perched on a high stool while he sits behind you in the biology lab. On days when you’re in this class you’ve started to wear your tightest jeans, and your shortest skirts (though if anyone asked you’d insist it was a coincidence).

Somehow you’ve become inexplicably clumsy (but only in this class, how odd…), often dropping your pencil and having to bend over to pick it up, occasionally chewing on the end in contemplation when you know he’s watching, much to the chagrin of your teacher.

“Never put anything in your mouth in the lab, you should all know better by now.”

You smirk at the innuendo in Eddie’s direction and he quickly looks away, ears exposed by his lab-regulation tied-back hair a little pink at the tips.

You also often ‘forget’ or ‘lose’ equipment, asking him if he’s got a spare, or could he please get you a replacement from the cupboards, which he’s always more than willing to do (giving you ample opportunities to observe his denim-clad ass as he does so).

“Damn, I seem to be one test tube short. Eddie, would you be a doll and get me one from the cupboard?”, crossing your legs and subtly ensuring the hem of your skirt rides up just a little more.

Eddie looks you up and down (result!) and agrees.

“Thanks, you really are my knight in shiny, um, leather?” You wince slightly at your clumsy comment, but he takes it in his stride, continuing the bit by replying,

“Here you go, your majesty”, bowing theatrically and presenting the glassware to you atop his forearm, making you grin.

In another lesson: “Shit, I tore my filter. Eddie, do you have a spare?”

“Anything for the Princess of Biology.”

He gives you a little smirk, and you feel your cheeks heat slightly. You can’t help gazing at his strong, ring-clad hands as he hands you the little circle of absorbent paper.

It becomes somewhat of a game, you playing the Princess and he the rescuing knight.

But for all your teasing you genuinely do actually want to help him pass the class. You don’t want him to have to repeat the year - you’ve seen him play at The Hideout and you know he’s meant for greater things.

It’s just biology, it can’t be any harder than what little you’ve picked up about that complicated game he plays, which seems to be all numbers, convoluted plots and organising “campaigns”, whatever they are. You’re sure he could pass if he’d just apply himself.

Or, perhaps, he just needs the right tutor…?

You’d broached it with your science teacher, offering to help ‘any students who were behind’ for extra credits. After he’d agreed you’d approached Eddie that same day, offering to come to his home and help him with his overdue assignments.

He was confused and skeptical at first, thinking this could all be some elaborate prank, but you were gentle and persuasive, and he’d agreed to pick you up later that day.

You’re sitting on his worn-out sofa, draped with a well loved but soft blanket. You’ve spent the last hour trying to get Eddie to understand cellular respiration (“Isn’t it just, like, breathing in and out?” “No, Eddie, this is cell biochemistry, it’s a bit more complicated than that”), but nothing you attempt seems to be working.

He’s despondent, won’t look at you, and seems resigned to his fate of never passing this particular subject, interjecting with statements like,

“Look, it’s just not going in.”

“I don’t know how to make it stick.”

“I don’t think I’ll get it, Princess, even if you beat it into me.”

The innuendo (accidental or not) is driving you crazy. As is Eddie’s lack of self belief.

You’d even tried explaining it by using D&D analogies.

“Think of the chemical reactions like individual characters interacting in groups. Like, if this particular troupe disband and some make allegiances with another, the group has different skills and attributes now, right?” But after a promising start even that doesn’t seem to hold his attention.

In fact, the more animated you get and closer you sit, the more distracted and fidgety he becomes, unwilling to engage fully with you and shifting uncomfortably.

You move further towards him on the sofa, determined to give it one last shot, and force him to make eye contact with you.

Their colour and depth surprises you as you look into them properly for the first time, noticing their rich, swirling chocolate and whiskey hues.

Your eyes briefly drop to his lips, the soft pink, plump, velvety pillows looking mightily enticing. God, they’re perfect.

Goosebumps rise on your arm as you feel his surprisingly soft curls tickle your shoulder.

Okay, you knew he was cute, but up close? Fucking hell…

You lean across your notes and over to the text book that’s on his other side. Your thighs are touching, and as you twist the side of your breast makes contact with his arm. If he looked slightly down and towards you he’d be able to see right down the neck of your tank top. You kind of hope he does.

Huffing, you prod at the book with your hand, hoping that the diagram on the page might make everything clearer. The movement makes your boobs jiggle a little.

You hadn’t noticed he’d stopped breathing and he suddenly lets out a huff of breath, covering it with a badly faked cough. His cheeks have flushed a light shade of pink.

So, you definitely weren’t imagining all that stuff in class.

Fuck it. You consider this might be the only opportunity you might get to do this, so decide to grab it. After all, academic tutelage was only part of your motivation to get him alone, and something you’ve been thinking about for a long time, one of the fantasies that keeps you up at night, pops into your head. One that would definitely get his attention. And if you can’t help his confidence academically, perhaps you can help with it somewhere else. Call it interpersonal tutelage…?

With as much nonchalance as you can muster, you say, “Um, maybe we should take a break. Y’know, relax a little?”

You scootch away to the end of the sofa, putting your back against the armrest and bringing your feet up onto the cushion in front of you. You grab a couple of throw cushions and slot them behind you, getting comfortable.

Eddie seems to relax a little too once you’ve moved away, but still looks uneasy.

God, are you really going to do this? What if he screams and runs away, or worse, tells his friends, or your classmates..? No, you’ve been thinking about this for far too long. Oh, fuck it x 2…

Feigning a stretch, you arch your back and place your hands at the back of your waist, pushing your chest, and breasts, upwards. Then you move them to the sides of your ribs, glancing over the sides of your boobs, seemingly-innocently pushing them together. You move a hand underneath one of your breasts, cupping it gently in the crook of your thumb and forefinger.

Eddie is still sitting tensely on the front edge of the sofa cushions, stealing sideways glances at you through the curtain of his hair.

“C’mon, Eddie, get comfy with me. It’ll help, I promise.”

Self-consciously, Eddie shifts himself and sits facing you, cross-legged, at the other end of the sofa. You give him a soft smile, which he returns with a slightly bashful one of his own, afterwards rolling his lips inwards between his teeth.

Okay, it’s now or never. Are you gonna be able to concentrate on this, Eddie?

You hum quietly, and almost closing your eyes you run a palm down your chest and over your belly. You drop one knee slightly out to the side, and run your hand down the inside of your thigh and back up it, eventually pushing your fingers between your thighs and cupping your mound with your palm.

You see Eddie’s eyes widen and hear a stifled choke.

Your hand moves to fully cup your breast, and you lightly trace your thumb over your hardening nipple whilst the hand between your legs begins to apply gentle pressure, making you inhale deeply.

Eddie watches you, agape, bringing his hands together and clasping one hand over the other in front of him, you surmise to disguise his burgeoning bulge.

You open your eyes a little, keeping them soft and half lidded, and gently smile in Eddie’s direction, ensuring he’s still watching you.

Using both hands to pop the button and lower the zipper on your jeans, you tease yourself by running the pretty elastic trim of your your panties between your fingertips, pulling it slightly away from you and letting it snap back onto your abdomen.

“Uh…”, he swallows hard, and you internally groan at the sight of his Adam’s apple bobbing in that delicious neck, “What’re you doing..?”

“What does it look like I’m doing, Eddie? I’m… relaxing…”

Sighing out the last word, you choose this moment to slip your hand down the front of your underwear, sliding over your mound and dipping just the tip of one finger between your folds, feeling the wetness that’s already pooled there. Your forehead furrows a little and you let out a quiet, contented hum.

Eddie’s eyes widen further and his eyebrows disappear completely under his bangs, and he sounds a little like he’s suffocating.

He tries to move further away from you along the sofa, unsuccessfully however as he’s wedged against the other armrest.

“Uh, I can, y’know, leave, or you could use my room, or, I can take you home, or, or-”

He’s babbling, and looking everywhere but at you. That’s not what you want at all, and you’re also concerned that he looks so uncomfortable.

“I can stop, if you want…”

He rushes out a reply, almost shouting the first syllable.

“N-NO! Um, no, it’s okay, really.”

“Okay, Eddie, stay right there. Keep your eyes on me, I wanna give you a show.”

He looks even more shocked, jaw dropping open, and you think he might bolt. But after a moment it’s clear that despite being full of anxiety, fear and self-consciousness, his curiosity, hormones and horniness are winning out, and he fixes his gaze on you.

He manages to squeak out, “Ok-aay…”

You lift your hips, using both hands to push your jeans and underwear down your legs until they reach your ankles. You slowly splay your knees, finally exposing yourself fully to Eddie’s gaze. One hand comes back to your breast, and you pinch your fabric-covered nipple between your thumb and forefinger.

He takes in the sight before him, the soft fur around your core, your wet folds glistening in the dim light of his living room, your sultry gaze, the peaks of your hardened nipples now visible through the thin fabric of your top.

He lets out a stuttering breath as his hips involuntarily shift underneath him, trying to find some friction.

“Jeezus fuck, Princess, are you tryin’a kill me?”

You try to think of something that might help relax him.

“If it helps you can imagine that we’re still studying. How about a quick lesson in female anatomy..?”

You move your hand down and with featherlight touches trace your fingertips around your pussy.

“Now, this whole area is my vulva.”

Eddie gulps.

Making a vertical line you trace your fingers over your wet lips.

“These are my labia.”

Eddie’s lips press together and he lets out a stammering hum, closing his eyes momentarily before snapping them back open so he doesn’t miss a thing.

“Are you paying attention, Eddie? This part is really important. This-,” you inhale sharply as you trail your wet fingers upwards and make contact, “This is where you’ll find my clit- fuck-”

It feels so delicious you almost don’t manage to finish your sentence, and you let out a long, low hum. Part of you doesn’t want to stop, but you’ve got more planned. Moving your fingers down again, you say,

“And this, here? This is my vagina…”

With a smile, you watch him stare as you dip a fingertip into your sopping hole, letting out a low moan as you gradually slip it inside of you.

“You know what the g-spot is, Eddie? I can show you where to find it, if you want me to…?”

You slide your finger in further, curling it towards your front wall, almost managing to tickle that certain spot within and letting out a loud groan.

At the other end of the sofa Eddie gasps an inhale, whimpering slightly, and you see him press the heel of his hand into his crotch. The combination of his sounds and actions is making you impossibly wetter - the boys you’ve been with before didn’t do much of either, and you didn’t know how much it turned you on.

You watch his face as he stares intently at your weeping centre as you slowly, so slowly move your finger in and out a few times.

“D’you think you’ll remember that, Eddie?”

“I promise I’ll fuckin’ try, Jesus Christ…”

He swallows again, exhaling heavily.

Deciding it’s time for the main event, you bring the hand that was squeezing your breast down your body, moving your fingertips to your clit and applying gentle pressure.

“I want you to see how wet you make me, Eddie. I want you to know how much I enjoy you watching my ass in biology class, how often I’ve thought about it when I’m alone. How much I like checking yours out in those oh-so tight jean- oh!”

A particularly exquisite circle followed by a firm press on your clit makes you moan out loud. The combination of both your hands has you close, closer than you imagined you’d be at this stage. It takes much longer when you’re by yourself, and you’re surprised and excited by just how much you’re enjoying having Eddie watch you.

Eddie’s fully gripping himself through his jeans now and is breathing heavily through his nose. He looks big, and you salivate at the thought.

You really want to see what he’s been hiding inside that tight denim.

“Show me, Eddie, I wanna see you.”

Hesitantly, never having experienced anything even close to this before, Eddie mumbles,

“You, uh…?”

“I wanna see you. Take out your cock. Let me see all of you, please.”

He’s rubbing himself, and you can see how strained his jeans are, a wet stain now visible in the dark fabric.

Slowly, eyes never leaving your face and looking for any tiny indication that you’re uncomfortable or have changed your mind, he slowly undoes his button and pulls down his zipper.

His languid pace is killing you, but in a good way; you realise he most likely has no idea what this is doing to you.

He rearranges the front of his jeans, opening the fly wide and leaving nothing but a thin layer of checkered cotton covering his member. The tent it’s creating is impressive.

He watches you stare and run your wet tongue over your bottom lip.

Letting out a nervous breath between pursed lips, he pushes one hand beneath the waistband of his boxers, using his thumb and two fingers to hold his cock at the base. Using his other hand he slowly, agonisingly slowly, pulls the fabric out and downwards, gradually exposing his full member to the lights of the room and to you.

You pause your own movements and spend a moment taking it in. It’s long, with an impressive girth - you briefly wonder whether he knows what he’s packing - and it’s the prettiest shade of pink you’ve ever seen. Lengthy, veined, slightly curved, and thick, so thick.

Eddie watches your expression for a moment. Satisfied that you’re not freaked or about to run away screaming, he brings the rest of his fingers to join the others, wrapping himself fully in his fist and squeezing gently, causing a little bead of precum to collect on the tip.

You take in the sight before you for a few moments, then utter, completely honestly, “Eddie, in case no one’s ever told you this, you have a really beautiful dick.”

His face and neck turn the second-prettiest shade of pink you’ve ever seen.

“No one’s ever told me that before, Princess.” Adding, almost in a whisper, “In fact, no one’s ever seen it.”

He chuckles lightly through that last sentence, embarrassed at what he’s just admitted. The ego boost of your comments has clearly given him some confidence though, as he adds with a slight smirk, a little breathy as he runs the pad of his thumb unhurriedly over his tip, “You, uh, really think so?”

Oh, so he likes me watching him too?

You can’t take your eyes off of it.

“I really do, Eddie. It’s so pretty.”

As if to confirm your statement you resume your hand movements, adding another finger and resuming circling your clit with the other. You notice that Eddie’s started moving too, his hand moving over himself in a deft gripping and twisting motion, his hips bucking up every now and again.

For a few moments neither of you say anything, the only sounds in the room your combined panting breaths and the lewd movements of wet skin.

Your clit is swollen and supremely sensitive, and, pushing in a little further, your fingers just tickle that exquisite spot within you.

You moan as you imagine it’s Eddie’s pretty cock inside you. That he’s leaning over you, thrusting into you, hitting that spot effortlessly. Maybe even talking to you, telling you how good your pussy feels, how well you’re taking him…

Suddenly your eyes roll back in your head and your mouth hangs open, a gutteral moan emerging from your chest as you get closer and closer.

Bringing your attention back to him you mumble, hurriedly,

“Jeezus Eddie, I’m gonna cum, you wanna see me cum?”

“Fuck, sweetheart, I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire fucking life.”

Eddie’s words come out in a spluttering rush and on his last word your breathing halts, your muscles lock and you cum, hard, clenching around your fingers and letting out an involuntary strangled scream.

Somewhere in the back of your fuzzy mind you think you hear Eddie let out a loud, “Holy shhhiiiit!”

You come down a little, opening your eyes and locking them with Eddie’s. You ride out your aftershocks, humming as you feel your fingers inside of you and your juices running down them. You eventually remove your fingers from your cunt, leaving its puffy wetness fully on display, and trace them around your lips and clit.

“F-fuck, Princess, that’s the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever fuckin’ seen…”

Eddie’s red-faced and panting, his cock still very much standing to attention in his now vice-like grip, the tip an angry red and leaking copious amounts of precum. His eyes are blown dark, the chocolate rims almost completely obscured. His face and neck are flushed and he’s covered in a sheen of sweat, and he’s clenching his jaw, looking like he’s trying desperately not to bust.

“Are you ok over there, Eddie?”

“Shit, yeah, yes, I mean, fuck.”

Breathily, you ask him,

“Do you wanna cum?”

“Fuck yes, I just, I didn’t know whether you wanted me to.”

“Oh I do Eddie, I really do. It’s your turn now. You gonna cum for me? Please, let me see you lose it, show me everything you’ve got.”

He breathes out a loud sigh in what seems like relief. You like how good he’s being for you, learning yet more about yourself that you didn’t know before.

His fist speeds up as his other hand comes to hold his balls, deftly stroking and rolling the flesh. His brow furrows deeply and his lips clamp shut around a low moan. He’s staring intently at you, eyes flicking between your face and your still-dripping cunt.

Suddenly his expression turns to one resembling surprise, as his eyebrows lift and his mouth opens, a string of expletives leaving those perfect, plump lips,

“Fuck, fuck, Jeezus, motherf-, oh my-, fuckfuckfuuuck!”

His jaw drops as his abdomen contracts, and his eyes fix on your cunt as he jets hot ropes of white cum into the air and over his fist and t-shirt. There’s so much, and it seems never ending.

The sight is even better than you’d imagined it might be and your hips buck up into your hand, making you press your fingers into your clit again triggering another aftershock, and you find yourself moaning along with him.

For a few moments there’s more silence, aside from your panting and heavy breathing.

Eventually Eddie chuckles a little, and you huff a breath out through your nose with a smile on your face.

You’re both a sweaty, sticky mess, but neither of you care.

“Fuck, Eddie, that was…” You’re lost for words.

“Amazing? Incredible?” Seeing the grin plastered across Eddie’s face is easily as gratifying as all the other stuff you’ve done tonight.

You both giggle as Eddie says, “Fuck me, Princess, you’re definitely the best tutor I’ve ever had.”

Neither of you really want to move, but some cleanup is definitely necessary. Eddie takes the blanket from the sofa and throws it in the washer, cleaning up quickly in the bathroom, letting you know when it’s free and returning in a change of clothes, throwing the others in with the blanket.

As you both process what’s just transpired you share timid glances and half smiles.

You both sit on the sofa again as you start to pack up your notes and books. In another unforeseen realisation, you’re surprised at how much you’ve enjoyed Eddie’s company, and the warm feeling you get inside every time he looks at you is entirely unexpected.

You realise you’re gonna have to be the one to say something, and give Eddie a smirk.

“So, how about next time we do some practical revision on, maybe, male anatomy?”

He looks a little surprised, but certainly not unhappy at the suggestion that there might actually be a ‘next time’.

“You really wanna, uh, tutor me again?”

Nodding in the affirmative, you reply, “Oh yeah, I think we’ve both learned a lot this afternoon.”

Holding his gaze, you suggest,

“Same time next week..?”

Continue studying with Lesson 2: Male anatomy

A/N 2: I’ve been having thoughts about making this a miniseries, so please let me know if you’d like to see a second “lesson” 😉

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[marvelobsessed134]

Package delivered

A/n: Back again with more Nat smut because I love her and I am down bad soooo yeah enjoy!

Pairings: Masculine!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!reader

Warnings: smut, strap on use, degradation, rough sex, reader wears a maid outfit lol, dom!natasha, sub!reader, squirting, and I think that’s it let me know if I forgot any.

Summary: you and your girlfriends special package as arrived and you have some much needed fun.

It was just a normal afternoon in your small home in the outskirts of New York City when the doorbell rang. You told Nat you’d answer it, right when she was about to get up. The assassin’s eyes were trained on the screen since the New York Giants were playing against the Miami Dolphins. Of course, her being a big Giants fan she has to watch this. However you’re a Dolphins fan so the two of you butt heads all the time about what team is better but it’s all in good fun.

You’re not as invested as she is, you only picked the dolphins because of their name and the cute dolphin logo. You opened the door to find a medium sized cardboard box. Immediately you were filled with excitement and you felt your panties getting wet at the knowledge of what’s inside that box. You picked it up before closing and locking the door, skipping into the living room happily.

“Oh Natty…” you cooed. She looked at you, taking her eyes off the game before asking, “What is it, babe?”

You held the box in the air, “It’s here!”

You saw her eyes go darker and her demeanor shifting. “Oh, our special stuff is here?”

You nodded and jumped up and down before sitting on her lap, pecking her on the lips.

“Can we open it?” You asked.

“Sure, baby of course. Been waiting for this for months.” Long story short you and your girlfriend looked through a sex toy website and got a couple things. A couple sexy costumes for you and a strap for Natasha to wear. You’ve never really had experience with a strap but you’re definitely open to it.

The redhead used her pocket knife to cut through the tape and open the box. Inside were a bunch of packages for the costumes and she took them all out before quickly closing the box.

You furrowed your eyebrows.

“It’s a surprise, detka. There’s a reason I ordered this on my own.” She chuckled.

That made you more excited. You didn’t know what it looked like, how big it was…

Your eyes drifted down to the costumes. They consisted of,

A sexy maid

A sexy nurse

A sexy cop

And a sexy Harley Quinn outfit that was just labeled as a ‘Jester Girl’ to avoid copyright or whatever. The two of you love to act out cheesy porn scenarios and these are the perfect things to do it with. Minus the Harley one because Natasha is a big DC fan and just wants to see her girl in a Harley getup. Can you blame her?

“So, which one do I try on?” You asked.

Natasha scoped over the costumes before her eyes landed on the maid outfit. “This one for sure. You’d make a dirty little maid.”

You chuckled, “Okay. Should I go put it on now?”

“Oh yes please baby.” And with that you walked into your shared bedroom and put on the outfit. It has a short, black velvet skirt with white lace trim and a small apron, a matching crop top with puff sleeves and white detailing.

The skirt was short and you could see your white, cotton panties through them. Natasha loved when you wore white panties for some reason. Something about how innocent it looks.

You took a deep breath before walking out of the doorway and yelling, “Can I come out now?”

“Yes.” Nat called back and you walked down the hall and into the living room. Her eyes were immediately glued to your body and she bit her lip.

“Well, do you like it?” You asked, batting your eyelashes.

“Oh definitely. Give me a twirl baby.” She demanded and you did as you were told.

“Fuck.” She muttered under her breath.

“Nat, I know we’re supposed to do the whole roleplay thing but I’m so horny I need you now.” You whined.

The redhead looked amused at that, “Well then, you’ll be pleasantly surprised with my new cock.”

“Get down on your knees baby.” And you got on your knees, right in front of her crotch. You could see the bulge through her pants. You watched as she undid them before dropping them and her boxers off, revealing the pretty large strap. It was about 7 inches.

Eyes widening, you said, “I don’t know- how is this going to fit in me? I don’t know if I can take it.”

“Oh, you’ll take it. Now, are you gonna suck my dick or not?” So, you quickly got to work by first licking up to the top then taking the whole thing in your mouth. You began to suck her cock while she was sitting back still watching the game.

“Yeah, let’s go!” She cheered.

“Natty?” You asked. You wanted to see if she was enjoying this too. Not just you.

“No talking, slut. Suck my cock.” The Russian said sternly. Your lips parted in shock before obeying her. Fuck, you loved sucking it. It got you even wetter than before.

You moved your head all the way down, taking it at the back of your throat which made you gag. “Oh yeah, look at you choke on my cock.” She smirked.

After awhile, your jaw was tired and Natasha could tell so she grabbed your hair and pulled your head up. She saw the drool dripping from your mouth down to your breasts and the string of saliva connecting you with the strap.

“Tsk, such a dirty maid. Come on up here and lay down for me.”

You laid on the couch and your girlfriend pulled your panties down. “Looks like someone made a mess.” She chuckled before diving into your pussy, eating you out like you were her last meal.

“Oh! Oh god!” You moaned.

Her tongue flicked on your clit before going back in between your folds. “Mmm Nat.” You moaned again before feeling you coming closer and closer to your finish.

“You’re close, I can feel it, cum for me sweetheart.” And you did, crying out.

“Good girl. Hm, you think you’re ready for my dick?”

You nodded furiously.

“Hmmm I don’t know, this pussy’s pretty tight.” She teased as she started to slowly pump two fingers in and out of you.

“No, please, I can take it. I want your big cock so bad.” You moaned desperately.

So, she lined up to your entrance before pushing in. Your eyes rolled back, you whimpered as you felt it stretch your walls.

“Fuck you’re so so tight,” The assassin groaned before starting to thrust into you.

Your brows furrowed and you gripped onto her shoulders. “Mmm faster.”

“What do we say?”

“Please.”

“You want me to go faster baby? I’ll show you faster.” And she quickened her pace, now pounding into you without mercy.

“Yes! Yes! Oh yes!” You cried.

“Oh my god you’re so beautiful.”

“I love you natty.”

“Fuck, I love you too Y/n.”

And as she kept hitting your g spot you clenched around her before squirting all over the toy and the leather couch.

“Holy fuck that’s hot. I didn’t know you were a squirter.” She pulled her strap out before licking up everything. Then, she forced you on your knees again.

“For a maid, you’ve made quite the mess. Clean it up.” Natasha demanded and you sucked her cock once again, licking up your own cum and arousal.

The redhead leaned back, wiping some sweat from her forehead. “Fucking love this day.”

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𝑨 𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍-𝑻𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕:

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(A Dom!Larissa Weems x Sub!Reader one-shot; NSFW) (BDSM; powerplay; blindfolds; mirror sex; explicit language; body image; petplay; bondage; etc.) - 16 pages of pure smut. Around 7K words.

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“I’m starved, darling.”

Her voice was a mere whisper in your ear, like the snake that tempted Eve. Soft and succulent and utterly delicious. You could feel the sweet of it run down the side of your lip and dribble down your chin; a result of your obedience. As if she was holding the unholy apple above your mouth, coring it and watching with delight as its juice raced over the plane of your lolling tongue. That delighted her as well, watching the way it twitched - utterly uncontrollable. Done by the body’s functions alone. You could envision her smile behind the dark cloth covering your eyes; that smirk, all red lipped and evil while soaking in her control. Knowing she had it was something intoxicating to her - like a drug you slipped into her palm by merely existing. She said sit and you sat. She said put your hands behind your back and you did. She said jump and you asked how high. She said stick out your tongue and out your tongue went. Like a gift.

“Do you know what I’m craving, sweetheart?” The warmth of her breath was something handmade by the gods. It left you shuddering and shaking your head - sparked purely by the innate need to please.

“No? No idea? Not even an inkling?” Her tone was condescending. Wicked. Lilting and full of fake kindness. It had your heart running wild, jumping off of the edge of your ribcage like a swimmer with a diving board. Her eyes, for you could feel their burn, were tracing over every inch of your body; admiring what was hers. What was all hers. The only thing you could do (if you didn’t wish to break her rules) was shake your head again, insisting silently that you didn’t know what she craved but that you wanted to- you really wanted to- please- please she just needed to say-

“Dumb little thing… I’m hungry for you, pet.”

And strong cold hands wrapped around your shoulders, laying long fingers down- one… two… three… four… five… allowing them to clench with strength that hinted at something stronger. Bigger. From an outsider’s perspective, you probably looked like dragon’s prey. With the beast standing over you, weighing judgment for your sins, trapping you within its hold so you couldn’t get away. You made a brief mental note to share that metaphor with Larissa once the scene was done. She would surely enjoy the thought of adding you to her shiny horde. ‘My most precious bit of treasure,’ she’d murmur with warm delight…

Oh it would be such a far cry from the chill that ran through your bones then, biting into your knees as you sat there on the floor. Poised for her. Larissa’s very own Galatea… carved perfectly from soft skin instead of hard stone. Glowing with a light not from Aphrodite but from pleasure; absolutely ravished in the attention of a salacious woman. Of your salacious woman. With her sapphire eyes and carmine lips and sweetened breath and porcelain skin and platinum hair and strong legs and hands and arms… like someone plucked the forbidden fruit from Eve’s garden and morphed the apple into a woman. A woman so unreachable… so untouchable that not even you could move to brush the slightest bit of your fingertips across the smooth surface of her kitten heels. The same kitten heels that framed your kneeling body… ever so close to the quivering hands that were bound and resting against the small of your back.

You were sweating, you realized. Only lightly - but you felt as though a flame were burning you from the inside out. Making your body hot to the touch and creating a cool contrast as soon as Larissa’s palms settled. You reveled in the feeling. You reveled in your helplessness.

You reveled in your submission.

“Are you willing to give yourself up to me, little one?” Your lover’s voice was soft and cloying. Deceptively innocent and light. As if she didn’t know your answer - but she did. She always did.

And after a moment of silence, one where you felt suspended in time, hesitant to talk due to earlier commands, Larissa’s deep chuckle met your ears.

“Good girl… you may speak now, darling. Answer me.”

And so you did. Your tongue felt strange when you finally pulled it back into your mouth, but after a quick swallow and clearing of your throat, you croaked out a small “Yes.” She was quick to rectify your mistake.

“Yes, who?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Both of you seemed to let out dual quiet sighs of relief as soon as the title passed over your lips. It was your safe haven. Your middle ground. The thing that tethered both of you to reality and kept you rooted within the moment; reminding you both of your trust. She was your Mistress. You were her puppy. Her darling. Her sweet girl. Her disgusting little whore. Her everything. She told you to jump and you did. She told you to speak and you did. She told you to hold out your hands for them to be bound behind your back and you did. ‘Stick out your tongue, pup. No speaking until I say so, understood?’ ‘Back straight, thighs together… there we go. Good girl~’ ‘So pretty for me… are you ready to begin?’ And sometimes the domination was far from sexual. Sometimes it was just her making sure you ate. Sometimes it was just her falling asleep with her arms around your body. Sometimes it was just her holding your hand in public and giving it two squeezes to discreetly ask if you were alright.

The push and pull, to put it simply, was marvelous.

And there were occasions, too, when Larissa wasn’t feeling it. When the world tipped one of her scales a bit too far and when the personalities of others became trying and finicky. During those times, during those sacred moments, you took over. And the beauty that stemmed from that was far more abstract - less concrete and more flowing. You were not Larissa’s Mistress, but she was your baby. Your Larissa. Your beautiful girl. And you cherished the moments in which she’d allow you to wind your arms around her thighs, tug her closer, and love on the heaven between her legs until she was shaking and gasping and pleading and pulling your hair and getting so close- so cl-close- so close close close closeclosecl- close!- only to let out a loud long whine when you reared back at the last second, taking her pleasure with you. Yes yes yes, such submission from your strong intelligent lover was an ego boost to the highest degree.

But with each indulgence came a price. And every time you felt yourself trip over your power, nearly righting yourself and grasping control, a cool strong hand pressed against the tender spot between your shoulder blades and pushed you over the metaphorical edge. Knocking you to your knees. Wrapping a fistful of your hair over her knuckles, letting it pool into her palm, just so she could pull your head back and remind you of your real place.

Beneath her. Always beneath her….

The most adorable little pet she’d ever had the pleasure of encountering.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Larissa’s voice interrupted your train of thought, emanating a strong sense of smug satisfaction.

You felt the need to squirm in place; to check your posture and reset your pose; to straighten your shoulders and flex your fingers; but your Mistress’s hands distracted you. They traced the bare skin of your arms, right down to each elbow, warming you even further with their soft touch. And as soon as you leaned back into the feeling, wishing to experience the softness of her legs pressed to your shoulder blades and spine, she was gone. Her warm touch disappeared - her heels click-clacked their way out of range - her fingertips skated along the side of your neck, down its slope, before falling away. Of course then it didn’t take long for you to frown, wishing she was still there, disliking the fact that she had walked off. But when Larissa next spoke, her voice came from directly in front of you.

“Now,” she whispered, low and calm, “tell me why you’re here, pup.”

You swallowed a whimper, feeling your core lurch with hot desire at the sound of that delicious little pet name slipping off of her velvet tongue. It was one of your favorites - one of the only ones that made you melt oh so quickly. And Larissa wielded it with an immense amount of wicked power. The call of it came like a siren’s tune, and you were slave to the warmth that washed into your abdomen when she used it to torture you. Just as she did then; knowing you’d have trouble focusing.

Yet still, you pushed on. After all, you were not there for fun and games. Oh no no no, it was a lesson - as your Mistress had said. And she rarely changed her mind.

“I did something bad,” you responded, meek and small.

“Mm,” your woman hummed shortly, most likely nodding as she contemplated her next words. Early on into your relationship you found that she typically enjoyed doing that - taking a moment to rifle through her vocabulary just so she could conjure the most heart-stoppingly sinful sentences known to man. And once you fell deeper into your play and into your role as her darling girl… well then you were never safe from her eloquence. And her next words proved it. “And tell me, my sweet pup, what did you do to upset me?” The evil innocent tone returned.

You hesitated. The words built up on your tongue. There was so much more behind your reason. Behind your action. You hadn’t meant to, really. Your mind just… tended to wander. And though your relationship was built on trust, finding it to be the most important pillar you stood on, you found yourself slipping into a rather negative mindset some hours ago. It started in the middle of the night while Larissa was sleeping. She’d turned over in bed, getting more comfortable to face the other way and relieve the ache in her shoulder. Sometimes sleeping was hard, so you’d admire her and think about your lover until Morpheus drew you away. Though on that night, last night, your eyes traced the outline of her body- from the curve of her calf to the gentle contoured muscles of her back to the tousled platinum hair that spilled across the pillow- and you found yourself growing sad. Weary. Hurt. Nothing had happened and yet you still laid there, wondering if maybe you would never be good enough for Larissa. She had been through so much in her life - overcome nearly every bit of diversity and every bit of bullying and every bit of stress - and came out on top in the end. A kindhearted, brilliant, intelligent, beautiful woman that ran her Academy with the grace and care of a true golden soul. You admired her so much that it was difficult to put into words. And you’d tried in the past, you had, but it was futile. No one compared to Larissa Weems. But you were sure- certain- many people compared to you. You, who didn’t graduate nearly top of her class. You, who didn’t have such a high-earning, well-known career. You, who didn’t have particularly enchanting features and whose voice sometimes squeaked at the most inopportune times. You, with curves a bit bigger than most. You, with a mind so busy and cluttered that you could barely wade through it without feeling as though you were drowning. Yes, there were many women who could compare to you. Who were better than you. Who would give up their livelihoods to share even a bit of romantic air with Larissa Weems. And those women were beautiful… and they didn’t need so much comfort… and they could go a day without feeling slight panic whenever spending more than 3 hours having not heard from their lover. And those women, some of them at least, had money. The funds to buy Larissa whatever she wanted; the coin needed to tend to their own cosmetic needs - to get their nails done and their hair styled and to purchase the best products available so that their skin was soft and smelled of roses whenever Larissa was around to worship it. You couldn’t do that. You didn’t have that type of money - not yet at least. And maybe you never would. But either way… either way…

“I- I was mean to myself,” you felt the need to explain, “but I didn’t mean to upset you, I just-”

“Hush… darling.” Larissa spoke quickly, cutting you off with kind intentions as her palms came up to frame your face. Her fingertips caressed the spaces beneath your ears, drawing slow circles that had you keening and shivering. “I understand, my love,” her words, chosen carefully again, worked to put your mind at ease, “and I know. I know you didn’t ‘mean to’ sweetheart - but I’m not upset. I’m not upset with you.” Her loving tone had you blinking back tears. “Here,” her fingers moved to the loose knot behind your head, “do you want me to remove this, love? So we can talk eye to eye?”

You knew she had the best intentions behind her offer, but you still found yourself worrying.

“I don’t want to stop the play Mistress please-”

“We won’t stop if you don’t want to, my sweetling. We’ll just pause. Does that sound okay?”

And it did. It sounded more than okay. So you nodded and just like that, the blindfold was taken off. Slowly and gently, peeled away from your face, revealing the breathtaking smile that glued itself to your lover’s painted lips. You blinked a few times, getting yourself familiar with the dim grey light that filtered into the room from the windows. The rain had been off and on for the past few days, painting the world in gloomy colors, but it was lovely that you and Larissa agreed that stormy weather was the best weather. And as soon as your vision became comfortable, you gave your lover a small reassuring smile - silently telling her that you were okay. The sight of it seemed to put her at ease nearly instantly as she slid the blindfold away and put her hands on your face again. Her expression was open, vulnerable in its compassion as she stared at you. There was no desire to hold herself back; she could admire if she wished to. And she did. Those sapphire eyes of hers were wicked in their warmth, reflecting her slight worry as her brows scrunched together and the lines in her face deepened with sincerity.

“Better?” She questioned, drawing your eyes to her lips.

“Mhm,” you hummed with a small nod.

“Mhm?” Came her high-toned teasing response, making you blush and shrink into yourself. She took that reaction as a ‘yes’ and let out a little chuckle at the sight of your bashfulness. “Okay darling… would you like to pick up where we left off? We can talk about it or continue.”

Her tone had changed, becoming more serious as the topic shifted. You appreciated it of course, but the lust that tugged at the back of your psyche hated the delay in your… activities and wanted something more. Something close. Wanted Larissa - which was not unusual. So you answered with a sweet middle ground.

“May I explain myself first?” Your eyes were shining with love when you next looked at her.

“You never have to ask me that, love. Yes, of course. I am listening,” and she really was. Her fingers continued their soothing circles beneath your ears as she knelt in front of you and paid close attention.

“Right, thank you,” you nodded and took a deep breath before staring into those blue eyes and pouring a bit more of your heart out onto the floor for her. “I just- um- overthinking, you know? It can become a bit overwhelming and… I’m just really sorry. For isolating and- and doubting your love for me.” Your lips turned down into a frown.

The self-isolation truly had been an accident; you didn’t even realize you were doing it until Larissa returned to your quarters and coaxed you out of bed. You were quiet and dim while she stopped in for a visit, keeping your eyes on the floor and your responses short. That alone was enough for the headmistress to cancel the rest of her plans for the day and stay with you. And after some much-needed cuddling and quiet time, a kiss led to two- then three- then things progressed… and you soon found yourself on the bedroom floor, kneeling in front of your full-body mirror, waiting for instruction. Larissa knew what your thought process was, she understood your struggle, and that’s why she triple-checked if you still wanted to go through with a scene before you started. It was a more taboo way of establishing comfort and reassurance, but you felt safe. Protected. And the lust kept the bad feelings at bay. Larissa knew to take all of that into account when she thought of her lesson - and she hoped above all else that it would stick. Just like her next words did as soon as her dulcet tones caressed your ears.

“Please Y/n, don’t apologize. I understand my darling. I know it’s hard. I know…” she cooed, gently bringing you closer until your foreheads were pressed together. Oh she smelled so good; of Gardenias and fresh laundry. If you could wrap yourself up in her forever, you would. “But it’s going to be okay. Tell me,” Larissa inhaled, moving back a little bit to look you in the eye. Her expression was serious but her eyes were lit from the inside - swirling with mirth and love and a million other beautiful things that made you feel like you were floating. “Do you trust me?”

You didn’t even think to hesitate.

“Of course.” You trusted her with everything. You trusted her with your life, with your heart, with every thought in your mind. You trusted her with your breath.

“Then trust me when I say that I have never loved anyone in the way I love you,” Larissa breathed, licking her dry lips, darting her gaze between your eyes. “And I don’t think- no, no I know- I’ll never want anyone else. Ever.” And the radiant smile that pulled at her beautiful mouth then - the fascinating way it sharpened at the edges and how endearing it was to see those perfectly imperfect pearly whites shining in the dim light of the afternoon… how it revealed every delightful thing she felt for you… well you simply couldn’t help yourself.

It probably would have been easier if your hands weren’t tied behind your back, but the beat of your heart enjoyed the thrill your body felt when falling forward, eager to catch Larissa in a kiss. And being the ever-observant, impossibly understanding woman she was, she met you halfway. Moving her hands from your face to your biceps, stabilizing you in your spot, letting out a long indulgent moan as soon as your lips connected - it all felt like divinity personified. And while you sat there languishing, moving your mouths in a slow aching tandem that had your lips tingling afterward, embracing the nearly sadistic way Larissa’s tongue caressed your own, the fire in your abdomen rose again. It clawed at you and begged for her. Sang for her.

“Thank you,” came your whiny breath, spoken against the soft skin of Larissa’s lips. “Thank you, thank you, I love you. So much.” And before she could respond, you kissed her again. And again. And again. And your lover’s hands were wicked as they danced along the expanse of your chest, down the delicate rolls of your tummy, right down to the velvet of your thighs. Those strong fingers of hers squeezed and pinched and tickled, driving you mad, making you shudder. And as soon as Larissa pulled away, quickly moving to press a warm palm against the center of your chest, a loud keening mewl escaped your throat. Once you opened your eyes, daring to fix her with a pout, admiring the way a string of spit kept your wanting lips tethered, you felt yourself falling back into the beautiful malleable headspace of being Larissa’s darling.

“Oh,” she breathed, looking at you with eyes that rivaled the blue-dark of dusk, “you’re feeling it again, aren’t you sweetheart?”

“Yes, Mistress,” you swallowed harshly, trying to relieve the sudden dryness of your throat.

Ever the most observant in the room, your lover caught your slight discomfort and tempered her smile - making it soft and small as she patted your thighs and stood up. You didn’t need to be a genius to figure what she was doing; the sound of her heels being kicked off and placed neatly by the bedroom door said enough. And a moment later, Larissa came padding back into the room with a glass of cool water in one hand and a damp cloth in the other. A quick mildly confused glance at the blue towel had her smirking.

“This won’t take long, pup,” were her words while she placed it on the floor and took a seat behind you, letting her legs frame your thighs. Leaning around, she placed the glass to your lips and watched intently as you took small sips. There was no prompting needed and there were no words said. Just the gentle tip and take, tip and take. You were thirsty and your Mistress provided. And the eye-contact you made, sharing your thanks and your appreciation and your knowledge of her love had her lighting up with the warmest little grin. “Is that enough?” She asked softly as she pulled the glass away one last time and ran the pad of her thumb along the corners of your lips.

“Yes, thank you,” your volume matched her whisper, quiet and reassuring.

A blonde eyebrow rose. You smiled shyly, amused by your own slip up.

“Yes, thank you Mistress.” And that seemed to be enough for her as she inclined her head and leaned back to sit up straight, correcting her posture and setting her shoulders and… oh…

When your eyes glanced up, locking onto the glass in front of you, you felt a river of desire burn hot within your body. Oh she was practically looming. So… so tall behind you… long legs spread… and you watched, utterly entranced, as she placed the glass down on the hardwood floor and then turned that pale graceful neck in one slow swoop, immediately fixing her gaze on yours through the reflection of the mirror. Oh your Mistress looked just as hungry as she said she was. Her expression practically screamed ‘Let me devour you’, but her actions were the thing that spoke to utter devastation.

“Adjust for me, pup,” her breath was sweet against your ear, making your hair move ever so slightly as she glided her hands down your sides and to your thighs, helping you maneuver yourself into a better position.

You winced at the ache behind your knees. There would most likely be bruises there tomorrow, but you never really minded that. It was just a trophy of sorts - a testament to your excellent skill of following directions. And once you were finally in the desired pose, stretching your legs out in front of you to quell the dull ache and relieve any pressure, Larissa took it upon herself to adjust you further. She let out a small huff of delight when you squeaked in surprise, taken aback by her speed once her legs moved and wound themselves around yours; using the strength of her calves and thighs to pull your legs apart, bend them so your feet were flat to the floor, and keep you spread open for her viewing pleasures. Instantly, you looked away; averting your eyes to the ceiling as embarrassment tugged at you. Air fled to the newly exposed skin and chilled the insides of your arousal-painted thighs, leaving you flushed and shivering in your Mistress’s grasp. The very same Mistress who had a mean streak for seeing you flustered and at a loss for words - making sure to maintain eye contact as long fingers wrapped around the front of your chin and jaw and tugged your head down.

“Look,” Larissa growled, her soft lips looking perfect despite the smudged lipstick. Her eyes were smoldering. Her body was poised to strike. “Look at yourself,” she repeated, softer, gentler, allowing you the time to obey.

And obey you did.

Sometimes it was hard to look in the mirror. You knew you were self-conscious and you were okay with telling people that, mainly because they usually felt the same. But ever since being with Larissa, that changed. The days in which you cringed at yourself became more and more rare - and only occasionally did you find yourself scrutinizing your body. You’d done it earlier that morning; staring into the same mirror; nearly falling apart at what you saw. But as you sat there then, in a completely different mood and light, you felt at least a little bit more empowered. And your eyes roamed helplessly, thinking only of pleasing Larissa.

From the slight line of your collarbone to the curve of your biceps, leading to the sides of your body as your forearms disappeared behind your back. From the chub of your tummy and the way it folded oh so naturally to the hills of your thighs, pressed outward and trembling with desire. From the crests of your knees to the blush of your chest to the dilated pupils in your eyes, going right down… down… down to the swollen wet heaven between your legs. Without even realizing it, your eyes darted away, spooked like an anxious bunny. But the wolf behind you noticed - and the wolf behind you was having none of it. The hand around your chin shook slightly. Your breath got caught in your throat.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, pup.”

And because her authority did unspeakable things to you, your gaze went sliding back to the main attraction. To the ambrosia Larissa desired. To the peak of your femininity. To the throbbing source of lust that sent warm lines of need through your veins.

“There we go…” Your Mistress’s hush had you shaking as her breath caressed the soft skin of your neck. “So pretty, aren’t you?” At your moment of silence, she pressed a kiss to the curve of your shoulder and kept her eyes burning into yours. “Aren’t you?” Her voice deepened.

Instantaneously, you nodded. It was hard to believe - it was - but if Larissa believed it… if Larissa believed it… then yes. Yes, absolutely. Yes yes yes. And your Mistress, thank heavens, let the lack of words slip for once and continued talking. Her fingers went lax around your chin and moved to caress your jaw, sending shivers down your spine.

“Yes, so pretty,” her cheek pressed lightly against yours, “so… so… beautiful… so brilliant, darling.”

You swallowed, taking in the sight of you all over again. Larissa’s legs keeping yours in place - Larissa’s hand on the side of your face - Larissa’s other hand inching along the softness of your inner thigh - Larissa’s gaze never wavering from where it’s poised over your shoulder - Larissa’s control wired through every tendon in her body - and Larissa’s lips pulled into the most sinful smirk as her fingers move faster than lightning and go to part the lips of your cunt. Leaving it bare and spread and cold. Leaving it wet and aching and open to her and only her. Your hips jumped, sparked by the touch, desperate for more. More more more.

“M-mistress-,” you whined, lips quivering.

“What?” Was her harsh reply as she used her middle and pointer finger to pull more - to stretch more - to leave the softness of your cunt on display. “What is it, puppy?”

You felt your brain fizzle into nothing. You felt your hands tighten into fists behind your back. Not a word was scrawled onto your tongue. Your lips parted helplessly. ‘Please,’ you wanted to say, ‘please please please. I need it. You. Anything. Everything you’re willing to give me. Please please please.’ But the only thing that came out was a small stuttering keen, flitting in and out of sound, making a raging storm of embarrassment boil within you. You didn’t often mean to make the sounds you made! Not always! It just… happened. Like your body had no control while your Mistress was present. Like it knew that she wanted a show and that it was the proper time to shine. To deliver. And with that, you bowed your head and averted your eyes.

That was strike one.

A quick wet ‘smack!’ rang out into the silence, breaking the erotic heaviness of your breath. At first, you were confused as to where the sound came from… but then the sting settled. And the impact snapped you back into yourself. And your hips jerked without control, startled by the suddenness of your Mistress’s cruelty. The columns of her fingers reprimanded you swiftly, landing firmly onto the lips of your cunt and the needy bud of your clit. Striking them only once but leaving your toes curling in a wicked mix of surprise, pleasure, and pain. You looked up into the mirror, eyes wide, taking in the way your skin began to turn red.

“Oh did I hurt you, pup? I’m sorry…” Larissa cooed, figuring that the only thing to make it better was to massage the pain away.

And in the very next moment, your body tensed. You watched, suspended in horror and anticipation, as one slim fingertip, dexterous and hellbent, dipped between the folds of your haven and began drawing slow… slow… slow circles around your clit.

“M- Miss- hah-” you tried mumbling her name, tried getting the title out to tell her yes yes yes feels so good, but all you could do was allow your lips to fall open and your head to fall back, resting against her shoulder as you gasped.

The pleasure she granted you was often indescribable - and it didn’t help that she could destroy you so easily. One long dark glance, one hand upon your arm, one word spoken against your ear - she wielded her seduction like a very carefully sharpened sword. And then she stabbed you with it until you were a mess on the bed. Or the couch. Or the floor. Or the countertop. And you reciprocated when you could- really, you often wanted to- but your Mistress quite enjoyed running through you so thoroughly. And her lesson in front of the mirror was no different.

“What’s wrong puppy?” Her tone spoke of fake sympathy. “Am I hurting you, darling?”

You picked your head up to plead with her- to tell her to go faster because your thighs were shaking and your cunt was aching and you felt so empty inside- but her touch was retreating as soon as you opened your mouth.

“No,” you whispered, gazing at her in the glass. “No no no,” your head was shaking back and forth; a testament to your desperation.

But your Mistress was not often shaken by things like that. Only the devil herself could withstand seeing her sinful little angel beg for pleasure; only the devil could step back and watch the poor thing drown in lust - and since that was the case, you figured Larissa was Satan in the flesh. She tore you apart and put you back together. She unraveled you and reclaimed your pieces. She pressed hot open kisses to your neck and let out little hums against your ear before running the flats of her palms over the skin of your thighs.

“I want you to tell me something,” she whispered, mindlessly splaying her fingers. Your eyes met in the mirror. Hers were dark and hooded. Yours were blown wide with suspenseful need. You nodded, lost for words. “I want you to tell me that I live lavishly.”

You frowned, momentarily confused. What did she mean? Yes- she did. She lived lavishly, sort of. No mansion and no riches, but definitely expensive clothing and trinkets and things of the sort. And she often treated you to pricey gifts and dinners and such. But why did she need-

“Just say it, pup.”

You licked your lips. “You- um- you live lav-lavishly Mistress.”

The pleased grin you got, shadowed by the column of your neck, had you smiling back nervously.

“Good.. good…,” Larissa hummed, pressing a small rewarding kiss to your shoulder. “And what does that mean, pup? What do I… surround myself with?”

And her hands went running along your thighs again, dipping closer and closer to your heaven each time before skittering away. She knew she was messing with your thoughts, but she didn’t particularly care. The cogs in your head were turning slowly, rusted with distracting lust. What did she surround herself with? You took a second to glance around the bedroom - at the mahogany furniture and four poster bed and sky-blue silk sheets and duvet and fluffy white pillows and the pretty patterned egg-shell carpet in the middle of the floor. You took in the high cathedral-style windows, the velvet curtains, Larissa’s ornate vanity, her perfume and makeups and hair-care products, her heels and walk-in closet. You thought about the salary she spent on garments and gloves and coats and how each of her outfits matched the seasons and the way her jewelry tended to sparkle in the light. Such luxuries were not things you could afford on your own. Such luxuries were glorious. Expensive. One could even say…

“Beautiful.”

It came out as an awed whisper. Larissa smiled sharply.

“What was that?”

Her fingers pitter-pattered along your skin. Closer… closer… closer…

“B-beautiful things,” you breathed.

“Mmm,” came her deep purr, spoken into your ear, caressing the inferno within you. “And what does that make you, puppy?”

You swallowed. That- well that made you… goodness, you couldn’t even think it. Your gaze returned to your body. Were you what she said? Were you truly? Were the discolored strikes of lightning across your stretched skin something to be admired? Were the veins of your feet enchanting? Was the hair that graced your upper-lip and sometimes your chin and the spots around your eyebrows all a thing of glory? Were your unkempt nail beds and regularly bowed posture and easily bruised skin all aspects of yourself to be adored?

Well… Larissa certainly thought so.

When you brought your attention away from the cellulite of your thighs and looked up, staring into those cool blue depths, you saw nothing but love. Nothing but desire. She knew you weren’t perfect and she loved you either way. She had you in her hands, leaning against her body, restrained and vulnerable and left open for her amusement. She had you keening and whining and wet beneath her touch. She wanted you. She needed you. She noticed you. And your Mistress lived up to that observation when she tutted lightly - ‘tut tut tut’ - three times with her tongue tapping against the roof of her mouth, spotting your hesitation.

“Say it for me,” her voice spoke devilishly, “say it. Just for me.”

“A-” you swallowed back a noise of anguished desire, “-a… b-beautiful thing…?”

“Is that a question?” She admonished immediately. You shook your head.

“No, Mistress. A beautiful-” you inhaled deeply and let the words out with your breath, “- a beautiful thing.”

Larissa smirked.

“Again.”

You let out a frustrated huff. You just wanted her to touch you. Her hands were so close - her fingertips were caressing the very edges of your heaven - she knew exactly what you wanted. But she wasn’t giving it to you. And your frustration was only another strike.

‘Smack!’ swift rectification was delivered to your cunt, forcing a husky gasp out of your open mouth while your upper body jerked forward- sparked by utter surprise. The sting settled again, red and tingly and sensitive, as you tried to regulate your breathing.

“Again,” your Mistress growled, teeth flashing behind red lips.

“A beautiful th-thing,” you sniffed, abdomen clenching when the pleasure from before slowly resumed - spurred on by Larissa’s gentle ministrations as one fingertip caressed circles around your clit.

“Mmmm there we go,” she drawled, “not so difficult, hm?” You shook your head instantly, not really knowing if it was a genuine question or not. It probably didn’t matter either way as your Mistress’s words continued - flowing like thick wine down the parched skin of your throat. “No, no… so precious…”

And the slow teasing circles became fast - switching to little back and forth swats right over the desperate nub of your clit, pressing light pressure and spreading the stickiness of your desperation over the needy bundle of nerves. You felt heat rise to the surface of your skin, making you sweat as your hips bucked into your Mistress’s hold. Little whines and moans, high-pitched and keening, slipped off of your tongue as wave after wave of lust flowed through your body. You felt your eyelids fall, draping you in darkness while your head went craning back to lean against your lover’s shoulder. Your hands, meanwhile, twitched like mad and clenched together - desperate to grasp at anything so you could ground yourself, but it was to no use. They were firmly tied, just set as a reminder for your obedience. For your submission.

“M-Mi-M-” her title teetered on the edge of your lips but never fell. You looked helpless - useless - pathetic. Whining beneath the dexterous touch of your Mistress; falling apart under the slightest bit of pressure. Drool pooled onto your tongue.

“What do I do with my beautiful things, pet?” She spoke quickly, cutting off your thoughts. You could barely understand what she was asking - but that wasn’t enough. It was a response or nothing. “What do I do with them?”

Your mind scrambled for something- anything- as you reveled in your pleasure. And finally, after what seemed like an eternity of searching for the correct response, you threw your head down and knocked your chin against your chest, eyes still scrunched and face twisted in pleasure.

“T-take care of- of them! Mistress!” You mewled brokenly, moving your hips to match the pace of her touch.

“Oh good girl!” She gasped, delighted by your good thinking, impressed by your cloudy intelligence. Yes yes- you were a good girl- such a good girl- so good for her so good so good so good- “Stick out your tongue.”

Your tongue, wet and quivering, lolled out of your mouth instantly and rested gently between your top row of teeth and your bottom lip, already slowly starting to drip with drool. You could feel her gaze burning into you through the mirror’s reflection. She was enjoying her little lesson oh so much.

“Good good.” You whimpered beneath her praise, feeling the muscles in your hips and legs start to burn with desperation. The very beginnings of your crescendo- your release- your wonderful little death- crested over the temple of your lust, hinting at oncoming pleasure. Larissa could feel the way your clit twitched from her touch, straining hopelessly with each pass of her finger. She loved it. She loved seeing you come undone. She loved seeing you admit to the truth.

“Repeat after me, slut. And don’t miss a beat,” she commanded. “I am beautiful.”

You began shaking your head, silently telling her no- it was too embarrassing- please don’t make me- but your Mistress didn’t care. It was just another strike in her book. Another wet aching ‘slap!’ that kissed against your cunt, making it raw and far more sensitive than it was before - forcing your defenses to crumble. Forcing you to submit wholeheartedly.

“I- I’m beautiful!” you cried, letting your tongue greet the heavy air once more.

“I am strong.”

“I’m- I’m- I am strong! Mis- Mistress, please!”

“I am capable.”

“‘M cap-capable- capable hnngg-”

“I am loved.”

“Y-yes! Loved- loved so much- yesyesyesyesplease-”

“Open your eyes.”

“Op- open-” you blinked as your mind caught up, letting the words fizzle into nothing within your mouth as you peered up at yourself through the mirror.

“There’s my needy girl,” your Mistress cooed, “look at you. Look at your pretty self. Look at your pretty cunt, puppy.”

And you did. You looked- no, admired- yourself. You admired your messy hair and the way little strands plastered themselves to the light sheen of sweat on your forehead. You admired your trembling body and the way the endearing cellulite and chub shook with each rock of your hips. You admired the flush across your skin and the heavy-lidded look of your eyes - and the way your eyebrows furrowed and your tongue trembled. You admired the closeness with your Mistress and how snug you were pressed against her body. Framed between her legs, held down and in place, controlled and loved. One hand working wonders between your legs, caressing your heaven, and one hand trailing along your body- from thigh to breast, feeling and wandering and loving all the same.

“This is just one thing I love about you, Y/n,” Larissa spoke, looking like an angel of desire sitting there behind you; hair askew and blue eyes darkened and red lips parted, silently affected by your longing.

You were shuddering in her hold, letting out a string of mindless sounds as the pleasure increased and increased and increased. The thread of rope in your abdomen was quickly unraveling, close to snapping, close to throwing you over the edge of a mind-blowing climax. And Larissa was relentless in her mission to push you into the depths.

“How good you are for me, how much control you give me,” she hissed, “how pretty you look panting like an eager little whore,” her accent embraced the words in a mind-dizzyingly beautiful hug. She sounded like the angels’ harps. “My needy darling- my pretty little pet- my baby- my Y/n. Mine mine mine. Say it.”

“Y-yours! Yoursyours yours-” you mumbled, eyes rolling back into your head as the wet sounds of your pleasure harmonized with your Mistress’s voice.

“Mineminemine, that’s it. That’s it, little puppy. Good- good.”

And that’s when you felt your mind go blank.

“M-M- ple-please- pleasepleaseplease gonna- gonna cu-cum- cum please- M-Miss-”

The heat was startling. You were shaking. You were crying. You were panting and whining and it felt so- so- sososososo-

“You want to cum, puppy? Is that what you’re trying to tell me? Hm? Beg, darling. Beg for me,” your Mistress demanded, voice as sharp as a knife’s edge.

“Yes, yes,” you gasped, nodding as you spoke and pleaded and begged begged begged- “Please please please I’m- I’m a good girl- good girl- yours- please lemme cum please Mistress- Mommy- Rissa- please- please Larissa PLEASE-!”

The rope snapped. The rocks beneath your feet slipped. The sun fell. The clouds disintegrated. The world clung onto the universe. The heat in your abdomen had you clenching- clenching- clenching-

And Larissa’s touch went away. Faded. Disappeared.

Your ears buzzed.

Your feet dangled off the edge.

The rope held itself together by the thinnest string.

“No.”

And your Mistress sealed your fate with one word alone.

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Did I do this instead of write more of my book, respond to some requests, and just generally pay attention to life outside of this? Yes. Yes, I did. I did also get a haircut though and I feel quite beautiful. So- anyway. Hope you enjoyed. - Ripley x

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[powerful-niya]

What fanfic or fanfics have stayed in your mind ever since you’ve read them?

Hello, anon! This is a fantastic question! It's taken me quite some time though, for it to properly marinate in my mind. I've read a lot of fanfiction, and many of them have stuck with me. I was seriously a fanfic crackhead when I first started reading fanfiction a few years ago! Every day, I would read, read, read! I mostly read Naruhina because it is and always will be my main ship.

So, most of the stories that have resided in my head rent-free are Naruhina, and the majority are dark, smutty, or simply angsty. Not all of them, but the majority...

I'll just list out the stories and their authors, and provide links. I'll also separate the dark ones from the fluffy or even just smutty ones.

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Dark Fanfics:

• Listen To Me - By: SullyR

• Chaos - By: Murdered.By.A. Marionette.

• Honeymoon - By: Demonofthefridge18

• Demon's Obsession - By: Demonofthefridge18

• I want you to cry - By: Yuhikoi

• Naruto's Possession - By: AAAllisWell

• No love, strictly business - By: Sadistic One

• Forgotten Faith - By: Sadistic One

• In a Demon's Possession - By: HoneyWriter78

• A Love Never Seen - By: HoneyWriter78

• The Demon's Contract - By: Cheating Death

• Game Of Death - By: Cheating Death

• Distorted Minds - By: Cheating Death

• Not an Ordinary Psychopath - By: Jojo07

• A Beautiful Princess - By: Wasabisugar

• Highschool of Disasters - By: Wasabisugar

• Experiment - By: Gottachidori

• Ravenous - By: @sessakag

• Experimented - By: ExtremexWritingQueen

Smutty/Kinky Fanfics:

• The Lustful Maid - By: HoneyWriter78

• Hot For Teacher - By HoneyWriter78

• Out With The Old - By: agitosgirl

• Endless Lemons - By: agitosgirl

• Sweet and Sour - By: Sadistic One

• Let Me Be Your Bad Boy - By: Naruhina1888

• Lord Hokage - By: EroPrincess

• The Benefit Of Having A Vampire Boyfriend - By: Rainy Downpour

• Naruhina Erotica Oneshots - By: Makuro767

• The sweet, shy, innocent, kunoichi - By: TJanimelover

• The Love We Keep To Have - By: Rasengone

• You belong to me - By: rarepluto

Fluffy/Or Angsty Fanfics:

• Gakusei Meido - By: Wasabisugar

• Bad Boy's Heart - By: Badazz Writer

• The SuperStar Falls In Love - By: HoneyWriter78

• My Therapist - By: Kuramaki

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There's probably a whole lot more! But, that's all I can think of and find at the moment. The stories or oneshots I have picked have replayed constantly in my mind at random. It could be a scene, or the entirety of it, and I'm like "damn, I remember that story. That's a good ass story, or damn that was really fucking crazy, I'll never be able to get that out of my head." (in a good way.)

I remember the days when I used to read fanfictions a lot, I used to take notes on how other fanfic writers wrote their content. They all inspired me so much. So, it was only a matter of time before I began writing on my own.

As you can see, I've read a lot of dark Naruhina content. And I don't even think that's everything I've read, just the majority that's stuck in my head. I also know there's probably TONS of other life-changing, and thrilling Naruhina content that's out there and slowly but surely, I'll be sure to go around and begin reading them all when I get the chance.

But overall, there's that! Thanks so much anon, for the ask! I felt like I took a trip down memory lane!

Ahh, the good times!

[hellfirexhoe]

Honestly me reading piss kink fics

[flamephoenix]

" mama bird~! It's feel too good. " sub hawks x dom fem! reader smut

Warings: pegging! Hawks, nipples play, soft dom! Reader, some praises and petnames, eat cum and hawks is really sensitive. Body worship.

" come to mama bird, sweet baby. " you use your finger to motion keigo, he was fully naked crawling toward you on your shared bed.

His bright amber eyes clouded with lustful desire, his face expression looks so delicious. You bite your lips softly." Come sit on mama's cock." He nods his head, crawls onto your lap, he grabs your base, teases his tight entrance, you give a light growl." I say sit not tease yourself little birdie. " You grab his blonde locks, pulling it softly making him gasp." Are you being a good boy for me? " Keigo made a whimper like cry as you watched his wings flaps a bit.

" y-yes mama bird, I'm sorry-.. Ahh." You smile warmly. " Good boy, now continue. " you whisper gently as you grab his hips to position toward your already lube up fake cock.

Keigo whimper out when he's push down on your lap." I-it's big mama-! " His eyes closed tight, lips quivering like a leave, you leaned in to kiss and lick his nipples, your fingers did a light pitch and twisted it. Keigo made loud groan." Mama bird~! It feels too good. " you felt his heartbeat racing so fast as you nipped and sucked his nipples more." You're doing good baby bird, taking mama so well." You moan out, his perky nipples were rock hard, his erect manhood was flapping on your soft stomach.

You grab his hip a bit more to help him bounce faster, he squeaks out when your tip hits his sweet spot, his lewd face is everything, his eyes roll back, very flustered cheeks and his wings are wide open. He looks like an angel, maybe a god, you pull away from his sore nipples to caress his body, mostly his wings. He's buckling his hips toward you as He's made a loud groan." Please touch me-.. Mama bird~! " Goosebumps cover all over his body, making the most beautiful whimpers.

Your fingertips gracefully glide his delicate skins to his throbbing cock. You wrap around it giving some light hand motion." You're such a good boy, mama bird is proud of you. " You whisper in his ear, He's made some excited whimpers and groans.

You nipped his ear giving soft grunts and moans as you began to thrust up to meet his  bouncing, you felt like your high is getting close." Cum with me my little birdie, cum to your mama. " you moan out his name as your wetness starts coming down your thighs and onto the sheets making a mess.

Keigo nods his head fast and slammed himself on your laps, his crimson wings flapping like crazy, loud plaps and creaking of the bed noise were getting noticeable but you or him didn't care one bit.

His eyes roll back as keigo reaches his intense orgasm, he's shot, his heavy white load landed onto your tits, stomach and his chest areas. Your heavy eyelids watch him stiff up, getting goosebumps again, his brows close together as He's flap his wings more.

" you did a great job little nugget, you look so pretty like this." Your fingertips scoop some of his cream as you begin to eat his yummy cum, you lick and suck your fingers while His tired eyes watch you consume his body fluids.

" Can we take a bath baby, I'm too tired and sore." He's whining and you made a tired giggle.

" Yeah we can, my pretty birdie." You give a sweet kiss to his lips.

[underthemexicansun]

So I’ve been feeling really embarrassed and stupid lately that I’m a 30 year old on tumblr reading (smutty) fanfic and making edits of characters I low key, high key have an unhealthy obsession with but I’ve recently come across blogs of other 30+ year olds who like the same shit and write/create (smutty) fanfics and edits and it makes me not feel as embarrassed or like I need to grow up

[the-mechanica]

Chapters: 7/8 Fandom: Apex Legends (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Loba Andrade/Revenant Characters: Loba Andrade, Revenant (Apex Legends) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fairy Tale, Adult Red Riding Hood, Dark Fairy Tale Elements, Horror, Dark Fantasy, Werewolves, Fairy Tale Retellings, Dark, Red Riding Hood Elements, The Wolfman Elements, Title from a King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard Song, False Identity, Dread, demon hunting, Lycan Hunter, Catalyst as The Witch of the Wood, slower burn, Eventual knotting, Tarot, Kissing, Bloodhound as The Nonbinary Huntsman, The Green Knight vibes, Stained Glass Fantasy, Made with Love, Psychedelic Horror, Body Horror, Smut, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Hammond is the Church Summary:

A Red Riding Hood inspired dark fairy tale rendition of Loba Andrade's lore. - Now updated with chapters 6 & 7 of 8! They were increasingly close now, the Demon's presence saturating the very air with the same scent of decay that preceded their initial encounter. Andrade glared into the dark, half expecting his skeletal form to appear before her. She had been unprepared before. Now, after the words Kaleb had finally gotten her to say, she was ready. She was finally prepared to look the Demon in the eyes while she killed him. No matter the cost.

[marvelobsessed134]

Kinktober day 8: Overstimulation with Kate Bishop

A/n: catching up on all the kinktober fics! They might be a bit short but at least they’re something.

Pairings: Best friend!Kate Bishop x Fem!Virgin!reader

Warnings: overstimulation (for a virgin at least), vibrator use, kind of pervy!kate, dom!kate, sub!reader, embarrassed!reader, praise kink, and I think that’s it.

Summary: your friend finds something rather interesting while she’s snooping around in your room.

Kate’s always been…nosy. It’s just in her nature to snoop. Ever since she was a kid when she’d go to friends houses, she’d wait for them to leave for a minute so she could dig through their stuff. Sometimes she got caught, sometimes she didn’t.

This time, Kate was snooping in your room. The two of you have been best friends since highschool, both coming from rich families therefore going to the same high end school.

Not that the two of you acted like it anyway. You guys always act like fools. And that’s the fun thing.

The archer waited for you to go use the bathroom before immediately heading towards the small jewelry box you had on your dresser. She’s curious on what you’re hiding inside.

She opened it and started digging through the pretty necklaces and bracelets before stumbling upon something that really peaked her interest.

A small bullet vibrator. She smirked and felt herself throbbing as she thought about you using the toy. You aren’t very open about your sex life, she only found out you were a virgin two weeks ago when it spilled out of your mouth because you were playing truth or drink and was already so drunk. The brunette has always had a crush on you. And she’s been fantasizing about all the things she wants to do to you.

“Kate, I’m ba-“ you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw what she was holding up. Your face immediately turned red, your facial expression mortified.

Your best friend turned to you with a calm smile, “What’s this little contraption doing in here? Kind of unsanitary if you ask me.”

“I- um- I- it’s a- uh-“

“Vibrator.” She finished for you and you nodded.

“Have you ever used it?” Kate asked calmly like it was the most normal thing in the world. You didn’t respond which prompted her to walk over to you and lightly grip your jaw.

“I asked you a question.”

The authority she had over you and the tone of her voice made you weak in the knees. Your face now bright red, you responded, “Yeah but- I’ve never cum. I- I always stop because it feels overwhelming.”

Her lips pouted in sympathy, “poor thing, you’ve never experienced the pleasure that is an orgasm? Don’t worry. I can show you if you’d like.”

You don’t know how you decided to nod your head and before you knew it, her lips were on yours. You kissed her back, having already known how to kiss someone, you’re a virgin, not stupid.

“Come and lie down here baby.” The archer said sweetly. You laid down on your bed, and watched as she positioned herself between your legs before pulling your jeans and panties down.

“Already so wet?” She teased before powering on the vibrator and slowly pressing it to your clit. Your mouth opened wide and you couldn’t help but scream.

She rubbed it up and down and between your folds. She rubbed it in deep circles on your sensitive bud.

“Oh god ah!” You screamed.

“So sensitive. Though that makes sense since you’ve never been fucked before.”

You squirmed underneath her as she continued her assault on your pussy.

“Ohhhh no Kate stop! Stop! It’s too much. Too much! I can’t take it! Ahhh!!!”

“Shh, you can take it it’s ok. Come on baby it’s gonna feel so good.” Her words soothed you and she rubbed it faster and harder on your clit. You felt that itchy, overwhelming sensation that both felt so good and so overstimulating.

You brain was getting fuzzy, you felt goosebumps arise on your skin.

“Katieeeee!”

“Good girl come on you can do it. Just take it ok sweet girl?”

Your eyes were shut tightly as you gripped the sheets. “Oh fuck! Oh, oh, oh….!!!!”

You felt like you were going to explode, and just like that you released all your sweet juices. You panted, trying to catch your breath.

“Oh my god.” You sighed.

Kate took some of your cum with her fingers and sucked them into her mouth, moaning at the taste.

“Fuck, I knew you tasted good.”

[rippersz]

2. Lover’s Blood

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October Challenge Day 2: Lover’s Blood

(Larissa Weems x Fem!Reader Smut) (Period sex; Oral sex)

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“Well don’t you look ravishing,” she breathes, voice dipping into the sweetest purr as she slides her chin onto your shoulder and slowly winds her arms around your waist.

The feel of her clothing against your body, bare and damp from the shower you just stepped out of, is a little uncomfortable - but you find that you simply don’t care when she slowly pulls you back into her front. Letting you lean on her so she can get a better look; not even bothering to meet your gaze in the mirror and instead paying more attention to the beauty that is your nude form. All for her to admire. All for her to have.

“You’re insatiable,” you murmur, trying to hide the growing smile that pulls at your lips.

When she looks at you like that, eyes dark and focused, committing you to memory, tense with the desire to feel and touch, the cloying sensation of being wanted tends to cloud your judgment. She’s very persuasive, after all. And very talented with her fingers. And her tongue. And you watch, entranced, as the slim beautiful soft planes of her palms glide over your stomach and press into your skin. Gentle. Kind. Caressing and loving because she can’t ever get enough of you.

“Mmm, pot calling the kettle black, darling.” The little rumble in her throat, whispered right next to your ear, makes you shiver.

“I um- I-” you take in a quick sharp breath as those red lips go skating up and down your neck - hovering over your skin, bringing goosebumps to the surface, before she ends her torment and starts pressing soft kisses to your shoulder. “I-…”

“Hm? You…?” Her voice is tilting, teasing, fading into blissful silence as her mocking hangs in the air and her mouth continues to leave bright red marks along your skin.

“Um-” There’s something you have to tell her, you know, but your mind is currently running around in one big flustered circle. Your eyes can’t remove themselves from the mirror. They trace her every move - even as she meets your gaze over your shoulder and keeps you there, tightening the arms that have made their home around your body. “There’s um- I have to- um.” You really just cannot remember. It was something crucial though, something that would stop the- oh.

Devilishly tapered fingers, perfectly manicured, dexterous and long, slowly tighten their sudden hold on your nipples. Twisting, tugging, all so slight and gentle, bringing your body forward to try and ease the tiniest edges of pain.

“Larissa-” you gasp, seeing how her brows set over her eyes. Is that a smirk on her lips? And a blush on her cheeks?

“What is it, my love?” Her mouth moves against your skin, huffing soft breaths to make you shudder. “Cat got your tongue?” And she takes that moment to lick a stripe up the side of your neck, her long pink tongue a delicious contrast to your heated body, forcing your lips apart in awe.

She’s slow, so slow, as she smiles. The sharp edges of her teeth revealed behind sweet red lips.

You swallow.

You have to remember, you know, before this escalates. It was something to do with- to do with-

“Oh shit,” you groan, letting your head drop forward as your arms rise and you push your forehead into your palms. “You’ve gotta be fuckin kidding me.”

You remember, unfortunately, and with that, your libido takes the hint and starts to cool. Larissa’s lips pull away instantly, and you watch through the gaps in your fingers as she straightens to her full height. There’s a frown on her lips.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” Oh her compassion is so lovely, always so lovely, but the poor woman will most certainly be let down. Cursed by your body. You tsk at yourself and shake your head, letting your hands drag down your face before flopping at your sides.

“No,” you roll your eyes, “it’s just- I started my period yesterday.” And you give her an apologetic look, saying ‘I’m sorry you can’t fuck me senseless’ with just your eyes.

But Larissa doesn’t see that. In fact, she doesn’t see the problem at all. She blinks, instead, and tilts her head slowly. Then her blue eyes narrow and you fear, for just a moment, that you offended her somehow.

“I’m not a coward, darling.” It’s said so succinctly, with such dear confidence, that you can’t help but giggle. Your body jumps in her hold, making her pull back with a look of stern believability. You watch, amused, as her arms cross over her chest. “I’m not,” she states again, firmer this time.

You give her a placating smile.

“I know you’re not, my love, but still. It’s… just, no.” You can’t help the way your nose wrinkles.

Menstruation is normal, of course, and if Larissa were on her period, you’d have no qualms - but you’re not entirely sure if your lover is being truthful when she says she’s not ‘cowardly’. It’s not her obligation, after all. Sex can always wait.

Larissa disagrees.

“Why is it ‘just no’, sweet girl?”

Oh you love it when she calls you that. All combed whispers and coveted lust… god it’s like a shot of adrenaline through your veins. But it’s not enough to sway you.

“Because it’s like… gross? I dunno. It’s not gross, but you don’t- you don’t have to do that Larissa. We can wait.” You turn around to place a hand on her arm, appreciating the muscle that hides, then give it two gentle pats. “Plus I should probably get dressed. I’m gonna bleed everywhere.”

And Larissa almost lets you go when you move to walk past her. Almost.

“What if I want you to bleed everywhere?” Is the quick thing she says beneath her breath before whirling around and tugging you into her arms again. Her body is warm. Strong. Prepared to cushion you as you go stumbling back into your lover’s hold. “What if I don’t mind it at all?” Larissa whispers, pressing a soft kiss to the sensitive skin behind your ear.

What if she doesn’t mind it at all?

You pause.

What if she…. Hm. What if she doesn’t mind it at all….

“Larissa,” you go to warn, overlapping her hands with your own. “You’re skating on-”

“On thin ice?” She finishes, smirking at the helpless grumble you get in response. “How thin, darling?” And her hands dig into the softness of your belly, squishing you with relish. “Enlighten me. Please?” And she adds the smallest whine onto the tail end of her words; so softly and gently and wonderfully, you can’t help but feel so weak when she talks to you like that.

Evil woman. Evil woman, indeed.

“It’s j- I- I mean-” You try to speak, you really do, but then her warm palms start to rub circles onto your tummy and her nose starts to press against your neck, until she’s nuzzling you, and all you can do is let your eyes shut in complete bliss.

“If you don’t want me to, tell me no,” Larissa whispers, serious and true, as she starts to push you forward and walk you toward the bed.

The pace is slow on purpose, giving you time to turn around or walk off or stop you both in your tracks, but you find yourself melting into your lover’s hold and forgetting about why you tried to deny her in the first place.

“Are you sure, baby?” Comes your soft murmur as your knees hit the edge of the mattress.

Before she responds, Larissa grips your hips and moves to turn you around. Your eyes meet, both full of unveiled lust and unbelievable want. She looks like she’s on the edge of finding treasure; wide-eyed and secretly excited. It’s adorable. And hot. And you glance down at her lips without trying to hide it.

“There’s not a single week out of the entire year,” Larissa inhales, moving her hands to the small of your back and pulling you flush against her curves. Her head bends. Her lips fall over your neck. “when I do not want to ravage you.” Her voice dips, low and accented and velvety and you feel the need to let your eyes roll back, but you keep yourself in check. She always tries so hard to get you to blush - and once again, she’s succeeded.

“Kiss me.” But she’s already there, two steps ahead, leaning up to capture your lips in a soft indulgent press.

Warmth curls in your abdomen, matching the ebb and flow of Larissa’s tongue as it flits in and out of your mouth; running over your teeth and pulling little whimpers from the back of your throat. She loves to take her time. She loves to tease. She loves to dance around your tongue and drag spit across your lips and smile when you give her the needy little sounds she wants.

She loves to unravel you with her mouth alone - and that seems to be her mission for the evening as she walks you backward and stops when your legs hit the side of the bed.

“I’m going to get a towel,” Larissa breathes against your mouth, eyes still closed and body swaying you both ever so slightly. “When I get back,” you watch with wide doe eyes as her lashes flutter open and her dark blue gaze starts to appreciate the blush on your cheeks, “I want to see all of you. Is that okay?” She speaks softly, eyebrows lifting and furrowing all at once as she double checks for consent.

The thought is still somewhat strange, but you know that you can always change your mind no matter how last minute. And it’s not like it’s terribly unsanitary. And as she said herself: she’s not a coward. So you nod, give her a clothed mouth smile, and respond with a soft “Yes. That sounds nice.” She rewards you with another quick kiss before she’s turning around and heading toward the en suite.

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Your lover is unforgiving. A complete maniac. So devoid of any sense and only interested in satiating her own hunger. Keeping her arms wound around your thighs, using the brunt of her muscle to hold you as she wants to: spread out and helpless. Legs bent at the knees, hands grasping the sheets; her own palms press into your hips and hold them down. Pinning you in your spot as you writhe for mercy.

But she’s never been very merciful.

No, she’s only ever been wicked.

Swirling her tongue around your clit, building you up until you’re begging her to fuck you properly, only to cut off your cries with the harsh flicking of her tongue against the sensitive bud; sending you into a round of shakes and shivers. Hips trying to buck up into her mouth but never getting close enough. You’re so wet, she has trouble finding any real friction, but that doesn’t matter. She just uses her mouth.

“F-fuck! Plea- oh god- please!”

Plush lips wrap around your clit and suck, sending a burning heat through your veins. It’s overwhelming. It’s enough to make you huff and hyperventilate and shed a few tears. When you look down at her, head heavy and eyes threatening to close, you nearly cum on the spot.

Larissa’s staring at you from her place between your legs, the lower half of her face stained red and wet with your slick and blood as she presses her lips to your venus mound and lets her tongue loll out onto your clit. Dragging it up up up in slow strokes; never minding the taste of metal in her mouth or the womanly smell of your desire in the air. Nothing but your pleasure matters. Her fingers dig into your hips. Her throat rumbles with a deep moan. The corners of her red lips lift up into an unhurried grin; full of leisure. Entirely smug.

Finally satiated.

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Menstruating is normal!!! Period sex can be sexy!!! Everyone needs to consent!!! I support women’s sexual health!!!

Hope this was okay. Idc if it’s late. This is MY challenge and I’m a BUSY woman. :3 - Rip x

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[fertilize-my-eggs]

I'm always their sweet princess. Dom! bakugou x sub fem! reader x switch! Izuku x switch! kiri poly smut

🚫MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI THANK YOU ♡🚫

Author: they're all in their late 20's, don't like it then block my blog, they're in happy relationship btw so there a lot of love to go around~💕 enjoy!! ♡ btw this is the first time I'm writing a foursome so I hope I did good on this.

Warings: foursome! Some anal & vaginal sex, some passion rough loving making, creampies and aftercare & cuddling afterwards.

" you like looking at them huh baby? " katsuki deep raspy whispers into your ear, you made soft whimpers, you were sitting on his lap while his thumb rubbing your clit nice and slow. You were watching your green haired lover thrusting into your other boyfriend kiri's ass, the groans and moans echo out around the room, you watch Izuku grab and spank his pump behind. Eijiro whimpering out as Izuku push his back down.

" mhmm Izuku~! Don't stop baby. " You watch him grab his hips making his thrusting so deep, katsuki caress your body, twist your hard nipples and sucking your neck creating love marks.

" let's join them baby girl. " he's grab your whole body to walk over the massive kingsize bed. You were laying down softly, your back touch the silky sheets, your head turn to the side to see Eijiro biting his lips, Izuku gridded his hips tight. You can hear the squanching getting louder each time his hips slammed into his.

Eijiro's eyes open to look at yours, he's lean over to kiss and sucking your soft titties, you softly whimper out loving the feeling of his lips wrap around your nipples, Izuku groan out as his hips were getting soppy by the minute. Katsuki grab your hip pulling it toward him, his girthy cock slide in your tight walls, you made a high pitch whine, your hands move to kiri's crimson locks pulling it softly.

The groaning and moans were getting more vocal by the minutes making the bed shake uncontrollably. Izuku grabs katsuki's head moving it toward him as they're begin to passionately making-out.

" you're doing so well babydoll. " Eijiro mumble around your perky nipples, he's pull back to start kissing you oh so loving.

You can't tell who's hands roaming your body, you felt some touch your breasts and fingertips were delicately touching your neglect clit. Your whines are being swallowed by your red haired lover, his sharp teeth pull your lips softly, sliding his tongue inside, Izuku pull away and groan out.

" shitt-! I'm gonna cum-.." Kiri groan inside your mouth, Izuku's hip stiff up to fill him up. Kiri pull away to moan out his name as you watch in awe but you quickly lost it when katsuki start to pound into your sweet walls, your crys were getting louder by the second couldn't think of anything but his thickness.

Your hands gridded the sheets, bakugou has no mercy for you, your eyes roll back as your climax getting close.

" let's me clean you up babe. " Izuku slowly pull out and his cum bust out of his hole, midoriya quickly get a wet rags from your shared bathroom.

Your eyes closed tight as katsuki grab your thighs and push it to your chest, his thrusting gets deeper and harder. Kiri just watch you getting reck by him, he's couldn't help but jerk his hard cock enjoying the show.

Izuku come back with nice warm cloth as he's clean kiri and himself.

" bakubro, let's switch~! I wanna feel y/n's pussy around my cock." Kiri purred toward Kats and he's groan out." Tsk fine, I'll reck deku then~." He's give a cheeky grin to Izuku as he's started to get flustered.

" butt I wanna cum on your cock Kats~! " you cry out as he's turn toward you and smile too.

" don't worry little brat, I make ya cum. " his hips started to go inhuman speed making you knock your breath out, you were blabbing mess, tears running down your cheeks but Izuku's thumb wip it clean.

" our little princess, taking kats so well. " He's praise you, you nod your head fast. Kiri's thumb rubs your clit fast and you started to reach your high. Your creamy cum was cover his thick cock, he's groan out loving your walls milking him.

Katsuki slowly pull out, everyone switch places, Izuku sat on katsuki's lap while Kirishima took bakugou's place.

Izuku made a loud whimper when bakugou's cock slide inside his tight walls, he's watched you squirm a bit as kiri grab your thighs to put it over his muscular shoulders and begin to slide his long thick dick inside your pussy, you're sobbing from being sensitive from your high.

" bunny touch me please~! " Izuku groan out as you grab his thickness, start to jerk him off and katsuki grab his hips making him bounce faster and harder, katsuki's thrust were so strong that Izuku couldn't make any words.

You couldn't jerk him anymore when kiri started pounding into your gummy walls, your crys getting louder mixing with everyone's vocal groans and moans.

" like that princess? You're taking me so well. " Your burrs eyes couldn't see them, your teary eyes were closed tight, your hands move to his back to give some pretty markings. Kiri lean in to suck your neck more giving you love bites.

" ahh kats right there fuck-.. Right there-!! " Izuku's eyes shuted tight as katsuki was thrusting up hitting his sweet spot over and over again. You watch him roll his head back and his cock was flapping around.

Everything is too much you though and you start to have an intense orgasm, your whole body become stiffed and arch your back up to cry out their names.

Tear were coming down but kiri rub it away as he's lean in to whisper sweet nothing into your ear.

" fuck.. I'm cumming-.. Take my load deku, take it like good boy. " Izuku whine out as katsuki pound into his tight ass, his hand grab his beet red cock to jerk it so fast and lean in to whisper." Cum for me Izuku-." They're both reach their highs, they're were panting heavy.

Kiri move away to watch you having your cloud nine, he's groan out." I'm cumming too... Shit-! " your walls was flattering around his cock and his hips stiff up to feel his heavy load dump inside your sore gummy walls.

The room was so quite now just heaving pants and the smell of sex fill in the air.

Izuku get out of Kat's lap to have his cum gush out of his sore hole.

" I'll start the bath real quick. " Izuku try to get up but he's was limping a bit but katsuki pull him down." No I'll do it.. you relax for bit and shitty hair clean the sheets. " kiri smile a bit as he's pull out and watch his cum slowing coming out.

He's bite his lips and give you a sweet kiss, both you and izuku were move to the couch, kiri start to clean the sheets.

Katsuki come back to pick up the green haired boy and then you up together easliy. He's walk to the restroom that's there a giant bathtub, he's lay Izuku in the warm soapy lavender water. You were place in the water too well Izuku pull you on his lap.

Kiri comes in as he's get in the tub, bakugou was last one to join in, he's gets on kiri's lap too.

Each person start to wash each other's bodies, it's quite relaxing and calm.

Once cleaned one by one everyone get out of the tub, kiri unplugs letting water drain out.

You were in kiri's arms while Izuku was in baku's. Your back layed on the fresh clean sheets, izuku was next to you, he's pull you closer to him.

Katsuki lay next to your soft body close, you were sandwich inbetween them, kiri turn the lights off, get on Izuku's side too.

Everyone give each other's some kisses.

" goodnight everyone-! Love ya~!! "Kiri's tired voice echo out as everyone say goodnight and love you's.

You closed your heavy tired eyes and cuddle up with them.

I'm always their sweet princess.

[astercontrol]

…look at me, I'm an AO3 writer, I have to put my blorbos in a setting with plothole-repairing worldbuilding backstory and engaging characterization before I make them get hit by Magic Sex Telepathy Beams that make them jerk each other off under the table at a meeting

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

NSFW Thoughts behind the line, for Epic based on the one Finn x reader I wrote.

Specific Warnings: rough, oral, riding,

I simply cannot get beyond the thought or idea of that one fic I wrote where readers Ronin's sister and is fucking around w/ Finn Ronins Second in Command.

And Finns fucking her in her a chair at her place but she can hear the chair about to snap, she tells him its gonna break and all he says is: "I'll buy you a new one." As he completely continues to rail her out of her mind because ever since he saw her, he's been in love with the idea of her, and now that he's met her he doesnt wanna let her go, he breaks the chair. Not to mention when the tables turn and he's the one being fucked by her (riding, oral, etc...) all he does is completely crumble and (most likely) whimpers when he moans. He's a o deep in pleasure and in your cunt/mouth when you're being the dominant one he doesnt even know where to grasp.

[mary-johnlocked]

Unspoken needs

18+

pairing : Phil burbank X Branco Henry

trope: Explicit Smut , Cowboy on Cowboy Sex , Porn with Feelings , Alternative ending , Charachterization , Age Gap , Older man/younger man , Flashbacks , Handjobs , Blowjobs , praise kink , Daddy kink , Phil is a soft!dom

Chapter (3/5) : His first time

warning : SMUT +18

Phil was becoming an efficient hunter , he's a fast learner and pays close attention to details and the variations in his environement , signs an elk was rubbing its horns on a tree , or scratches of a grizzly's taloons , or a buffalo trampling bushes ,

surprisingly enough he's very connected to the nature , he feels at ease when he's up in the mountains or exploring a forest ,wherever there is no people to watch him , no one around to judge him , or expect him to act a certain way , he could simply be , himself , raw , unpolished , and in harmony with nature .

he'd close his eyes , furrowing his brow in intense concentration ,shutting off his brain and be in total phase with his senses ,engufled within the dizzying wild atmosphere , feeling everything at once , every fiber of his being sensing the smallest stimuli , in a total state of flow.

Brenco had tought him to feel coming changes in weather , to be as placid as water , moving with a grace of a python , and as stealthy as a snake , as cold blooded as a reptile ,and wait for the perfect timing to jump on his prey , what weapons to use on each kind of animal , and when preferably use baits and setup traps well hidden around a territory where they'd spot burrows , and how meticulously skin them without tearing it ,once they're caught while they're still warm ,

however he didnt rejoice from the flourishing of his potential and enjoy the perks from his inner hunter self springing out in one fell swoop , it took him a lot of dedication and discipline to attein that level of mastery , the one Branco had promised him to attein and led him to , and for that he was forever grateful to him .

all his moments of irritation and frustration from being pushed by Branco , his humiliation , the way he made him work his ass off just to earn a content nod , the way he made him crave his approval , and all his moments of self doubt , were slowly dissolving into a far faded memory as he begun to taste the sweet fruit of his hardwork ,

feeling capable and efficient in all what he undertakes , and being praised and recognized for it , was coloring the memories with hues of victory , and was sufficient to wipe all the grudges he once held against him and was rather replaced with profound gratitude and respect , as he gained perspective and understood his reasons ,and understood him and himself as well.

it was strange how their expeditions led him to not only connect with nature and awaken his sensitivity , but to reveal to himself his deepest nature as well , he begun to get in touch with parts of himself he couldn't fathom they even existed , and grew more aware by each second passing by Branco's side , how he truely feels toward him , it was everything but platonic ,

the way his pulse quickens and heart start beating faster and his face warms up and fluster whenever they were laying side to side , on their stomach and hidden ,observing together a prey , he had to struggle to contain himself and control his breath , it wasnt , he was sure , from the thrill of the chase , he confirmed it when Branco traps his gaze with his , and the sparkles that ignits within his wide chocolate eyes , that softens only for a moment , and for a brief moment they forgot the hunt and everything else around them , just blurs in the periphery .

And that very day , was the day he was given the ultimate confirmation .

they were after one pretty hard headed and rapid elk , the winds were not on their sides ,they were well blended in the decor and down behind bushes , but the wind kept sweeping their scent to the elk's direction and giving away their presance ,

that elk was Phil's first real attempt to hunt without Branco's assistance ,and it escaped , disappeared from the clearing and into the thicket of the forrest at the foothill , they would chase it up to the mountains and climb higher , spent the whole day tracking until it became dark , and night came with a very bad weather ,

thank goodness they managed to set up their tent before the wind started blasting , but instead of settling ,Phil insisted insisted on persuing the elk through a river , he spent too much time in cold waters , and the cool chilly breeze replacing the warmth of the sun as it dissappeared in the west horizon didnt help

it was so cold up there that the cosy bonefire they made moments ago gone out , Brenco was willing to watch over him while Phil sleeps in the tent trying to warm up ,

Brenco was watching out if there's any grey wolves or worst beast like grizzly lurking in the darkness , while leaning against the tree watching down the meadows the clearings nd lakes lighten by the soft glow of the moonlight ,from up above in the hill , he was smoking cigarettes trying to relax a bit, but the weather worsen ,

it was below 30F with 40 miles/km of wind chill , the sound of Phil's clattering teeth had alarmed him ,

he cursed to himself " shit..."  , and turned to check on him hoping he was just too cold , not dangerously cold

he parted the tent open and his eyes widened as he found him curled on himself like a newborn , shaking like a leaf , his pale skin turning paler , blue coloring his lips , his eyes fluttering shut ,his mouth shaking and teeth clapping together 

he approched him reaching out to take his temperature and scolding him-

" didn't i told you to let it go , that river water was pretty damn cold , icant believe your stubborness gonna be the end of you !!! " 

Phil shaking uncontrollably and was hardly keeping his eyes open, he glanced up weakily at Branco's form now hovering above him at his side , like a comforting familiar shadow , but he was too dizzy to make out the details-

"s-s-sorry- , i-i really want-t-ted t-t-to to catch that e-elk f-f-for you" Phil managed through his clapping teeth .

Brenco hurrily reached out and touched his curled hands , took his wrist in his hand and tried feeling his pulse , it was almost undetectable , his heartbeats feeble and slow,

he was hit by the gravity of the situation, usually he was a composed man who deal with such situations rationally , but it was Phil here nearly dying , not himself , or someone he didnt , love , so instantly turned his freaking out to anger and growled ,chiding him

" goddamn it ! , damn it ! ,you're impossible ! , why didnt you listen to me when i told you to stop going after that stupid elk, and now you're colder than a corpse Phil !  , for god sake undress NOW! "

Phil felt the urgency and fear laced in his tone despite the apparent anger covering his unbearable fear , he didnt complain , he simply struggled to comply

while Brenco was taking his clothes off himself , Phil's eyes bulged and would have popped out if they werent struggling to keep awake , no he wasnt going to....? was he? .....

his mind was slowed from freezing , the thoughts erupted loosely and uncoherently into his mind but he couldnt overthink , he just surrended to whatever was going to happen , he thought , at worst he would die within the arms of the man he grew so fond of and loved so dearly with every fiber of his freezing being , without noticing he started drifting , seduced by the thought of this sweet reliefing death

" Phil , listen to me ! dont fucking close your eyes ! dont you fucking dare! " _he implored , hurried to him and slapped him twice  

Phil nodded and kept struggling , Branco's voice resonating in his half dreaming state , reminding him he wasn't alone , that he was cared for too , that he must fight for him , that its worth fighting for a possibility rather than dying for a false certitude ,

"hold on , im here , im not gonna let you down my boy "  Brenco said softly while tossing away his clothes , now with nothing but his underpants , he raised the blanket ,tucked himself under it and curled himself to his back , pressing his body up against him

" shit, you're so fucking cold " he hissed , shiver crossing his spin nd goosebumps raised on his skin , when his chest touched his bare back , his big strong arm came around his waist enlacing him and his other hand reached to the front clutching at the middle of his chest , as if he was trying to warm up his heart in the palm of his hand

 Phil now basking in the warmth of Brenco's body holding him against his own tightly , feeling his broad chest flesh against his back and his firm hold on his waist melted him into putty , 

after a while he turned over Phil's body to face him   " look at me Phil keep your eyes on mine dont close them "  Phil's eyes locked on Brenco's  "thats it " - his hand sweeping warm circles on his back , holding him flush against himself , diffusing warmth through his spine , faces only inches from each other , his hot breath fanning on his mouth 

" breath along with me Phil , breath in , breath out , thats it good boy Phil , you're being very good to me " he coaxed , sweet-talking him  his hand kept on rubbing his back , their legs now intertwined ,

he turned him around again so that his chest molded to his back , pressing himself against him ,making sure he covered every inch of his skin with his , arms laced around his waist , locking him tightly in his warm embrace.

After a couple of moments Phil finally ceased shaking , breath becoming even , relaxed and more calm.  

only now the heat is almost unbearable , from his desire burning under each fingertip of Brenco and increasing with each shift of his body to reposition himself , he swore he could feel a hardness rubbing against his ass , like he melted away the numbness of his frozen body and now he became aware of every inch of his body on his and became hypersensitive 

he shuddered at the feeling , letting out a long sigh of satisfation that came out shaky ,and like hot and bothered , Brenco didnt miss to notice his arousal 

Brenco brought his mouth closer to Phil's ear nd whispered : " i dont know what i would've done if i ever lost you " he raised his hand to his cheek and caressed it tenderly and so lightly it felt like a ghost touch , one who want to feel him so bad but kind of in apprehension of revealing the depth of his affection and concerns ,

but then it hit him , what if he didnt accompany him that day , he couldve had lost him forever and missed the chance to show him his feelings , to open up and experience what he was trying to avoid and deny since day one , now it all came back to him , how futile that was ,compared to what he's feeling in the moment , how silly it was to conceal his feelings ,

" you scared me Phil ...dont ever do that to me again " -his voice wavering at the end struggled against his tears and repressed emotions

Phil turned his head and said :" you saved my life Brenco , now i owe it to you , you have me for the rest of my life "

his icey blue eyes glittering with a fire of passion that threatened to burn holes into his skull and Brenco's dark bottomless eyes shining with all the fierce wilderness of those rocky high montains , Brenco's hand shaking with adrenaline , reached to Phil's cheek , now touching him properly, he shivered from the feel of his hot burning skin , then turned his face to him suddenly and roughly their mouth met in a searing frustrated wet kiss  

Phil kissed back, started moving his mouth along with his , eventhough he knew this was wrong , he didnt have time to comprehend his body was just reacting in urgency

god how could he resist , his resolve was broken when Brenco's toungue starts gliding across the seam of his lips, he parted his lips for him to invade , and so he did , he consumed him , craddled his face in both hands and dived his toungue into his mouth ,batteling with his for dominance , tongues sliding against each other desperatly ,Brenco would suck at Phil's toungue like a rare candy ,Phil furrowed his brow in pure delight and moaned weakly into his mouth

it spurred him on so he moved to trail wet kisses along his jaw and arrived to his neck , he was lavishing it with open mouthed kisses , sometimes biting it hard , making Phil sound so deliciously undone his deep baritone groans transformed into whimpers ,

then with force he flipped him onto his stomack , pulled his legs apart and settled between them , rubbing his rock hard cock on his ass , Phil was moaning and squirming beneath him , he regained control for a brief moment to turn his head and through heavy shaky breath said   " please Brenco we have to stop , this- , this feels awefuly wrong , we , we cant-" he was cut off by Brenco's hand wrapped around Phil's throat , yanking him up til his back is pressed fully againt his broad and solid chest , Phil gasped in reponse , totally bewildered from Branco's unsuspected passionate moved

his other arm around Phil's stomach hand splayed across his defined abdomen , he turned his head with the other to shut him off with a bruising claiming kiss , and without asking , he slided his hand down his underwear to grip at his hard cock tightly , his thumb grizing his wet head now leaking with precum , eliciting a desperate shaky moan from Phil

" are you saying you dont want this ? hm? your body says otherwise Phil , you trust me, right ?, am i not your mentor ? , didnt you say youwould do anything to please me hmm ? , then give in to me sweet Phil , i know exactly what im doing ,and i know you want this too ,this feels more than right , its just me and you nobody else , let go for me Phil  "  

with that Phil was writhing under his grip , his head lulled back onto Brenco's shoulder whose hand still tightly gripping his throat , mouth latched on that sweet spot on his neck right behind his ear, and his other arm across his abdomen holding him tightly while his hand was working on his cock stroking it nicely from bottom up , giving him long strokes ,slow and tantalizing , firm enough to send fire shooting through his length but light enough to keep him on the edge , his back arching and hips bucking up , trying to hump into Brenco's fist to relief his painful throbes and get more friction from his hand , 

" ooohh ohh my sweet boy is needy , hmmmm i see , nobody has ever taken care of you like that , let me fix this , i will take good care of this sweet juicy ass of yours too "  his tone darker as he dropped and octave ,sounded predatory and laced with lust

he clutched on his shoulder hard and pushed him down again  " on your hands and knees for me baby boy " he commanded Phil obliged , too weak now to resist , Brenco had already his stiff hot prick in his hand spitting on it to lube it up  and started circling his hot tight hole

" not gonna lie this gonna sting at first , but you gonna be a darn good obedient boy and take it understood ? , dont worry you gonna feel a great pleasure after the pain resolves " 

before Phil could process it , Brenco's hold tightened on his shoulder as he pushed the bulbous head of his cock through his first muscle ring letting out a deep guttural moan , stretching him out just right , the stretch burning but tingling with pleasure

" aaaaaah Brenco ! damn it , careful ! " his cock was twitching and leaking with more precum 

Brenco slided his cock in slow , painfully slow , as gently as possible , his wet tight cunt squeezing his cock , and his internal warm walls were hugging him so tight , once it got  all the way inside Phil , he stills waiting for him to adjust , it took all his will power not to pound into him like a horny bull , as his hole was sucking him in and fluttering around his hardness begging to be pounded

Phil was a panting mess at this point , he was squirming trying to get away from his hold only for Brenco to pin him down with all his weight , his front flush with phil's back , sweaty and sticky , Brenco soothed him with sweet kisses in the side of his neck , and like two animals mating , his teeth clamped down on the flesh of his shoulder

" Ahhhh Brenco ! " Phil screamed in surprise and grimaced from the pain and the sting ,  and a strange animalistic and primal heat started boiling in the pit of his stomach , shooting fire through his cock now weeping with precume and throbbing violently

Brenco lapped up at the abused skin with his toungue soothing it , hot breath against his neck , he begun latching wet kisses on his neck nd below his ear , his new favorite plance , whispering dirty phrases , keepig his cock deeply shoved inside him and his hips still , for now ,

" hot damn it Phil , your hole feels so damn tight it grips me just right , like i belong there , ohhh , darling cowboy with the prettiest ass you are gonna be my damnation " he growled like a beast and Phil's eyes popped open 

with that he dragged his cock all the way out of him only to thrust all the way in again  , pulling a sharp cry of pleasure out of Phil , he snapped his hand to his jaws to turn his  face to him , and locks his gaze with his while drawing out and thrusting into him once again this time making sure to swallow his moans in heated wet kiss ,

he noticed Phil's hand starting to stroke his own cock , but he flicked it away , and wrapped his rough big hand around it , and started stroking his cock with each thrust , his thrusts increased in speed , and got rougher , more brutal , less caring , he was lost in him , and cant stop his hips from slamming against him with all his force , Phil's deep groans of pleasure and the sound of ass smacking filled the cosy silence of the tent and spurring him on to chase his release ,

" that's it my boy Phil doing so well taking my huge cock so good , you deserve to come now , cum for me Phil "

  he gave a particular harsh thrust that draw a sharp cry from Phil , the tip of his cock bumped right on his prostate , and Phil was done for , he came with a loud strangled moan ,ropes after ropes pouring from his twitching dick in Brenco's hand while he kept on milking his overstimulated hardness

now he held him from the nape of his neck pinned him down onto his face on the pillow , and pistoned his cock in his begging hole with a feral rythm , kept pumping his dick inside of him mercilesly , giving it to him again and again , his screams of pleasure muffled by the pillow, until he spent himself inside of him 

they fall in each other's arms , breathing heavily , in daze and disbelief of what they just did , feeling sweaty and hot

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  Suddenly Phil was snapped out of his memory of his first time by the creaking of the gates , shit that made him already hard and his cock strained in the confine of his denim jeans , his eyes captured the slim form of Peter's body , noted that he changed into some tighter blue jeans , Peter stayed at bay , timid and still hesitant and intimidated by Phil ,,,,,

(to be continued )

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Better late than never right? I was finally able to finish writing and edit an idea for a Xmas fanfic with Adar :D 

Based on the characters in my main Adar fanfiction, Hearts of Flame and Shadow.  https://www.wattpad.com/1278388627-hearts-of-flame-shadow-adar-rings-of-power-chapter

It's Yuletime in Mordor and Malwen and Adar celebrate with the uruks in their new home.  

Smut warning - read at own discretion! 

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