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boredandelusive · 3 years

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04. (NSFW)

CW: Choking, Hickeys, Riding, Fingering, Oral Sex (m receiving), Mistress honorifics, Mommy honorifics, Ma’am honorifics, Scratching, Sub!Spencer Reid, Domme!OC, praise kink, degredation.

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"I'm going to give you thirty seconds to be in my room, fully naked." She moved out of the way of the door and let him inside. Seeing as his eyes still showed desperation, he quickly stepped inside. She waited thirty seconds like she said she would, then went to her room.

Everything but his boxers were off, and it seemed like he was self-conscious. "I thought I told you to take everything off, no exceptions." She reminded as she pointed to his boxers. Peeling off her shirt, she walked closer to him.

"I know, Ma'am, but I-," he started, yet she just didn't want to hear him anymore. Kiara pulled him close by his waist and kept her hands there while kissing him. He didn't know where to put his hands, so he kept them in front of his bulge.

"Do me a favor next time: listen to your mistress when you're ordered to. Do you understand?" She asked in a low tone, which he whined and nodded. "Good," while she talked, she slipped her hands into his boxers. One hand went to his dick, which he jolted from the sensation, yet the other hand went to his side.

"Mmh- wait," he broke away from the kiss, and it looked like he contemplated something. "Can I take your clothes off, please?" It was adorably hot how he asked for everything, even if he hadn't realized she already gave him permission.

"Of course you can, baby boy. Take my clothes off," she ordered, which his hands fumbled to her bra first. Unclasping the hook, her boobs dropped, and he loved the sight of it. His hands toured her stomach, everything from the stretch marks and down.

Running his fingers on the hem of her shorts, he dipped his index fingers under the waistband before sliding her shorts down her legs. What the seductive part was he kept eye contact the entire time.

When her shorts were at her ankles, Spencer Reid was on his knees. He had a pleading look in his eyes, like he wanted something but needed to beg for it. "Go on, tell me what you want, baby boy. If not, I can't please you the way I want to."

"Can I taste you, Mistress?" The most submissive look in his eyes made him hard to resist.

"Ooh, I would let you, but you haven't taken these off, yet," she bent down to grab his hands. Once she had a light grip on his hands, she slid them up her legs, then her thighs, and stopped at her underwear. "So be a good boy and take them off for me."

Once again, he nodded as a response before pulling them down for her. "Stand up and get on the bed," as much as she enjoyed seeing him on his knees, she would rather fuck him than have him begging, not right now.

Quickly following her orders, he got onto the bed. Laying down on the bed, she crawled on top of him but didn't put her bodyweight onto him. Lightly grabbing his throat, she leaned toward his ear, not to his mouth yet. "Be a good boy for me, will you? I would hate to punish you on your first scene."

"Yes, ma'am," he whined, unconsciously rolling his hips under her.

"Good, but let me taste you first." she let go of her hand around his neck and moved to his waist. The one thing she kept her eyes on was his facial reaction. Pulling his boxers down, his dick sprung free. "Look at you, already so hard for me. God, you're so beautiful."

He whimpered, most likely from hearing her appraisals. She wrapped a hand around his dick, just before slowly stroking him. It wasn't fast enough to get him off, in fact, it was agonizingly slow. All he could do was whine loudly, and she enjoyed every sound he made.

Placing her mouth on the tip, she heard him let out a high-pitched whine. The fun thing about virgins? They're so fucking responsive it hurts. Each touch you make to someplace hypersensitive could've set them off.

Instead of immediately pleasuring him, she wanted to tease him. Seeing as his legs were spread apart, she ran her hands up his inner thighs. It gave him a sense of what would happen next, but it also made him anticipate what she would do to him. At first, it was light kisses to his inner thigh, which little gasps fell from his lips.

But as he got comfortable with the kissing, she sucked in those same spots, as if marking where she would form hickeys. The first hickey she made caused him to suck in raggedly, almost as if this gesture alone would've gotten him off. However, as adorable as he looked lying on the bed with his chest rising and falling unevenly, she still wanted him to feel penetrative sex.

By the time she fully took his dick into her mouth, he was a whimpering mess. The warmth from her mouth is what set him so close to the edge. Because of her previous teasing, his body jerked, no, writhed under her touch. "Please, Mistress," begging wouldn't get anything done, despite how much she wanted to hear it.

She didn't listen to his whining but instead swirled her tongue around his tip. Kiara took her time with him, even if it was agonizingly slow, but it was hot watching him squirm around, trying to please himself from her mouth. He must have been sensitive by now, so much so that his dick twitched in her mouth. That's when she knew to pull away, even if it meant he let out a string of desperate moans.

"W-Why did you stop?" His chest heaved in sexual desperation, almost like he wanted more, but he wasn't going to get what he wanted.

"Don't sound ungrateful, baby boy. You said you wanted to taste me, right?" she asked, which he quickly nodded. "Then sit up," she ordered, which he did as told. Crawling onto his lap, she hovered just above his dick, not giving him the satisfaction of her pussy just yet.

Out of instinct, he placed either of his hands on her thighs. She took his right and moved it into her inner thighs. When she let go of his hand, he slid it inward. "Y-You're so wet, ma'am," he wasn't expecting her to be sopping wet, but if this was because of him, he wanted to savor it.

"And it's all because of you, baby boy. Now be a good boy and please your Mistress," she ordered. He slid his hands toward her cunt, finding her clit easily. That wasn't the only thing he did, however, as he placed his mouth on her nipple.

He lightly circled his thumb on her clit, yet he inserted two fingers inside her hole. "Good boy," she moaned out. He started thrusting his fingers into her and swirling his tongue around her nipple. It didn't take him long to brush against her G-spot, which her walls fluttered around his fingers.

He sped up as if wanting to see what she would look like high from her orgasm. When her left nipple was hard, Spencer moved his mouth to her right one and did the same. She couldn't last long if he continued doing this. "Baby, I-," her voice escaped her, followed by an immediate moan.

"I like making you feel good, Mistress," he still had the same look in his eyes, but she couldn't focus on him anymore. "I wanna make you feel good," something must've flicked in his brain, because he rolled his fingers inside her.

"B-Baby stop, don't you wanna come together?" Feeling as he removed his hands from inside her, Spencer looked at his fingers in unsureness. "Baby, you said you wanted to taste me, right?" Seeing as he nodded in response, she took his hand covered with her juices and brought it closer to his face. "So clean your fingers off."

Sticking both fingers into his mouth, he kept eye contact with her and holy fuck, it was hot. The second he removed his mouth, she kissed him, and he went red from embarrassment. Continuing to kiss him, which he struggled keeping up, she pushed him to the bed. Sitting up, she grabbed both of his wrists and held them crossed against his chest.

Aligning her hole with his dick, she lowered herself. Both of them groaned happily, but she didn't move yet. Hearing as Spencer whined from the lack of motions, she began thrusting her hips up and down. She was just beautiful bouncing on his cock, and she wished he could touch her.

"Wanna touch," he whimpered, which she heard and smirked. "Please," despite his words, she continued thrusting her hips against his. Every movement she made sent him closer to the edge, and with how sensitive he was, it was adorable.

"Then you can touch me," she moved her hands away from his arms, to which his hands rushed to her waste. He didn't plan to control her hips, but he liked the sensation. Now that his chest was free, she placed her hand at the top of his chest. Digging her nails into his skin, he jolted in painful pleasure, and she could've sworn she felt his dick jumped inside her.

While she trusted her hips, she wanted to try something to see how he would react. Dragging her nails down his chest, he whined loudly. "Baby, I need you to be a good boy and do as I say," she cooed, but he was too close to his orgasm to hear her fully.

"Good boy?" Hearing those words... those fucking words, they did something to him. Rolling his hips into her, he came. Of course, he didn't expect it, and hearing those words made his dick throb. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I don't know what happened, it's-," he tried excusing, but coculdn't find the words for it.

"Just something about hearing the words good boy? It seems like you have a praise kink, Spencer Reid." She stated, which he blushed and hid his face in embarrassment. "Why are you hiding your face, baby boy?"

"Because I came too quickly," he sounded almost ashamed, and because he hid his face in his hands, he was fearful of how she would react. "I'm sorry, Mommy," as much as she wanted to be mad at him, this was still kink exploration. The first few scenes wouldn't be vanilla, as he had a lot of 'maybe' boxes ticked.

"Baby boy, it's okay. Hey, look at me," she peeled his hands from his face and kept his hands in front of him. "Spencer, look at me," her voice grew darker, which he noticed and turned his head back to her. "It's okay if you came early, we're still exploring what you like."

"But you didn't come," he dropped his head into her chest. Digging her fingers into his hair, she pulled his hair, forcing him to look her in the eyes. "What can I do to please you, ma'am?"

"Come again, and let me ride it out." She ground her hips against him, which he moaned at the overstimulation. "So be a good boy for me and let me ride out my orgasm." She started thrusting her hips up and down, which his moans chased each thrust.

He closed his eyes, yet she slowed her thrusting speed down when he looked away. "Why'd you stop?" He asked in an almost thoughtless tone. The pleasure was getting to him, but he had to hold out long enough for her orgasm, too.

"Look at me when I'm riding you," she forced him to listen, which he opened his eyes again. As she continued thrusting, his breathing became ragged and uneven.

"Wanna touch you again, please," Spencer whined, which she nodded at his request. Her moans slipped out, which both of them got closer to their release. While she trusted her hips, she ground them against him as well. "Mmh- fuck-!"

"Baby, I'm getting close. Come with me, huh? Be a good boy and come with me," she whined and sped up her thrusting speed. Seeing how much his face contorted from pleasure was hot enough to send her over the edge, and him as well.

"Fuck, mommy," he highly whined as his dick throbbed inside her. Coming inside her again, he whimpered from the overstimulation. "Mommy, I-..." his body trembled from the pleasure, something he couldn't handle.

"Can I mark you?" It was a simple act to claim her property, and it would only last a few days. The idea of letting the others know who he belonged to was hot, and it was something he had ticked 'maybe'.

"Please," he whimpered, and she placed her mouth on his neck. Still trembling from the shocks, Spencer dropped his head in her shoulder. He was so tired, and there was still one other thing she needed to do: clean up.

Once the hickey was there, and it was fresh, she moved her mouth away from his neck. "Stay here, baby. Mommy will be right back," she got up from his lap and his dick slipped out of her hole. About to get out of the bed, Spencer wrapped his arms around her torso.

"Stay, please," cute as he was, she needed to clean them both up, then she could go back to bed with him.

"Baby, I promise you I'll come back, but let me clean me and you up, because I know your chest is hurting," referring to the scratch marks running from his shoulders to his waist. Seeing as he let go of her, she walked to the bathroom and did everything needed.

It was great she had an IUD, and she already cleaned herself up. Now she had to clean Spencer, which was easy to do. Since he was half asleep, she cleaned off their sexual juices and got in bed beside him. From there, she tucked in bed with him and fell asleep.

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bookishofalder · 3 years

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I’ll just leave it at I love you

Summary: In which Hotch and the reader are holed up in a safe house to avoid a killer set on destroying the BAU. A tale of smut, because what else happens when two consenting adults are fighting their feelings, then get stuck in a house together?

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, female reader, domHotch, PIV, virginReader, oral sex, mildly rough, language. WC-3500

A/N: I have crushes on fictional men and I'm not afraid to take that energy and create shit like this for the hell of it! Edited but feedback appreciated.

Hotch was restless, his shower had done nothing to help him relax. He stood in the kitchen, staring into the fridge as if it would give him the answers he needed. He wished he could go for a run, let off some steam. His pent-up energy, this cottage, (Y/N) being so close-it was all too much. The lines of professionalism were bound to blur, but he felt as if they were so far gone in the dust, he couldn’t see them anymore, not in his mind.

Their argument that afternoon had been like a match being lit within a gas station. It had heated up too quickly and then burned away, leaving them both feeling angry and dejected. And she had been right that Hotch was being overprotective, but it didn’t mean the problem would go away, and to just let her go back to DC would only end up in her being hurt, or worse.

He wanted this purgatory to end just as much as (Y/N) did. He longed to be back with his son. And with the team, solving cases. But none of them could do that until the killer was found, and Hotch had no control outside of this cottage.

As thoughts of his control, or the lack thereof, came to mind, he slammed the fridge shut in frustration and sighed. (Y/N) had been challenging him since the moment they set foot in this place, which he could understand. There was no one else, and therefore she took out her anger and fear on him.

He could handle that, he had thought at first.

When she yelled that she should leave, go home, and then offered to be the bait to lure the killer out, Hotch had felt something inside of him snap. The final tethers of his patience and sanity disintegrating. The team were in this together, all making sacrifices to protect (Y/N) because she had been the one receiving the death threats and mysterious packages. She had been the one whose photos were displayed on the walls of the crime scene in DC, a clear message-(Y/N) was the target.

So why was she so determined to leave and put herself in danger?

He was leaning against the counter, his hands gripping the edges. The sound of her soft footsteps approaching alerted him to her presence. Hotch opened his eyes, meeting hers directly. She was standing next to the island, biting her lip and looking at him with dark eyes, her arms wrapped around her middle protectively. She still looked angry. Hotch just stared back at her and waited for her to speak.

“I...” She frowned, “I’m not apologizing.” (Y/N) said stubbornly, making him tense, furious. But he refused to respond, he simply glared at her. He was not going to fight again now, it wouldn’t do either of them any good.

But she stepped into the kitchen further, looking determined.

“You should let me go right now, let me go and lure him out and end this, please.” She looked so hopelessly desperate as she spoke. Hotch shook his head, gripping the counter more fiercely.

“You know I can’t let you leave, just as much as I can’t leave.”

(Y/N) scoffed at his words, pointing toward the front door, “If I decide to walk out that door right now, you can’t stop me, Hotch!” Her eyes flashed dangerously until Hotch stepped away from the counter, standing at his full height. He saw something behind the anger shift, a modicum of fear.

He kept his voice steady, low, “You are not leaving. End of discussion.” She watched him speak, her face twisting further in anger. She turned, abruptly, toward the front door, blind rage overtaking her sensibility, and she moved toward it.

She was in a sweater and jeans, and she walked toward the front door like she was in full combat gear, ready to take on the world. But Hotch was quicker, he reached out and grabbed her arm, jerking her first toward him, and then into the wall behind them. He wasn’t harsh, careful not to hurt her in any way, but her furious yell made clear that she was not impressed. “For fucks sake, Hotch!”

“Jesus Christ, (Y/N), when did you become such a little fucking brat?” He spat, holding her against the wall, he stepped closer, looking down into her eyes, “When did you decide that it was you against the world? I’m right here trying to protect you!”

She stopped struggling and looked at him with wide eyes, “That’s why I want to leave, Hotch! Being cooped up here, knowing you aren’t safe-knowing you’re sacrificing everything for me, I can’t do this to you anymore, I can’t accept this kind of help.” She was breathless, tears burning at her eyes that she refused to let fall, arms pinned to her sides.

He shook his head, sighing, “How can I possibly make clear to you that I am okay with this, that I-I need to be the one to protect you, (Y/N)?” Hotch gripped her arms tighter, still standing so, so close.

“Why? What does that mean, that you need to?” She gazed up at him now, her wide eyes revealing her anger was disappearing, despite her frustrations. “Aaron?”

At the sound of his name, Hotch felt his anger dissolving into something much more powerful. His willpower shattered, and he dipped his head-surprised to find her expression was not of anger or fear now, but anticipation. When he captured her lips with his own, her reaction was instantaneous, her head lifting from the wall to deepen the kiss.

It was bliss, pure bliss.

Hotch slid his hands from her arms, gently cradling her head. He ran his tongue across her lips, and they opened for him, allowing him to taste her. He groaned as she slipped her hands up, gripping his shirt to pull their bodies together.

After a moment, he pulled his head back, panting, “I love you, that’s why. I love you more than I should, and I have for a while now. I think I’ve loved you since we first met, and every day I fall all over again when I see you, or learn something new, and I am never going to let you walk out of a door without me by your side if it means keeping you safe, because I’ve just found you and I never want to lose you, (Y/N).” The words rushed out of him, finally free, his shoulders lighter already.

“I thought it was just me.” She was looking at him in adoration now, tears falling, “I thought, a man like you...never, not for me, look but don’t hope.” She sniffled, and he wiped away her tears with his thumbs, kissing her forehead. “Aaron, I love you too.” At her words he brought their lips crashing together again, holding nothing back now.

He pressed (Y/N) into the wall, delighted at her gasp when she felt him hard against her stomach. He trailed his hands down, to her hips, behind her thighs. He had to stoop slightly, she was so short, and he scooped her up. Her heat made contact with him and they both groaned at the sensation before Hotch hastily carried her the few steps into the bedroom. Hotch laid (Y/N) down on the bed carefully, one hand sliding protectively behind her head. She kept her legs around him, holding him close and taking on his weight.

For a few minutes, they continued kissing, until Hotch broke away to begin exploring her body. Shifting his weight and kneeling, his hands travelled down, gently. She moaned softly, then whimpered when his hand traced over her breast, her nipple hard within her thin sweatshirt. Hotch sat up, pulling her with him so that he could pull the sweater over her head. She complied without hesitation, seeming to consent to his control.

But he was a gentleman, “Just tell me if you want to stop, okay, (Y/N)?” He breathed, pausing as he reached for her beautiful, bare breasts. She nodded, but Hotch needed to hear her say it, and she read that in his expression.

“I promise, Hotch.” She gasped out, writhing in anticipation. He began kneading her breasts, only to find she was sensitive here-his fingers brushing over her nipples caused her to jerk slightly, moans unending. He gently eased her back to lay again, before pulling his shirt off.

Momentarily, he became self-conscious of the scars scattered across his torso, now exposed. (Y/N) reached up, tracing one with her finger, “You’re perfect, Aaron.” Worry ceased at her words, his heart swelling. In response, he ducked his head and brought his mouth to her chest, his tongue flicking over her nipple. She reacted instantly, her back arching and a hand gripping his hair, encouraging him.

He took his time teasing her, moving between each breast, he ignored her hips seeking friction against him. For as long as he could stand.

A whimper escaped her lips, so full of longing it had Hotch glance up, meeting her eyes. Her pupils were blown out, desire flushing her face, lips trembling, “Hotch...”. He shifted again, this time slipping his thumbs into her waistband, tugging. She lifted her hips to help, and he swiftly removed her pants and underwear in one swoop, tossing them on the floor.

Automatically and instinctively, her legs closed. Hotch caught her left leg, pushing his hand down her inner thigh. She writhed beneath him, but her leg stiffened, and he looked at her closely, “What’s the matter, baby girl?” He whispered, concerned.

She peered up at him, looking shy, “I...I’ve never been able to cum that way, and I know men don’t really like to, you know, so you don’t have to.” Hotch gazed at her in surprise.

“Is that what you think? I don’t want to taste you?” He held her gaze, but moved his hand down, sliding a finger across her heat. Her hips bucked, “I’m going to taste you cum in my mouth, sweetheart. I’ll show you just how much I’ve been wanting this, okay?” She nodded eagerly, her breathing erratic, legs relaxing slightly.

Hotch pushed himself down the bed and hooked her legs over his shoulders, finally coming face to face with her; she was glistening for him. He groaned. “Sweetheart, you’re so wet for me already.” She merely mewled in response as his fingers explored her folds. She was well-groomed, her hair trimmed fairly short, giving him a full few of her; his mouth watered.

The moment Hotch felt her legs relax on his shoulders, becoming more comfortable with his face being so close to her, he dove in. He quickly moved his hands to grip her hips, holding her in place as he began to lick up her slit, then press his tongue into her clit. She bucked and writhed, fighting against his grip to no avail.

“Oh god, oh god, Aaron, please, please...”

He smiled against her, pulling back slightly, “Please what, baby girl? What do you need?” He licked her again, and she cried out, lifting her head to look down at him. She tasted divine, which only drove him to lick and suck more, waiting for her to respond.

It took her a few minutes to form words as his assault on her clit continued, “Need...I think I might...uh, cum, Aaron.” She groaned his name, and he laughed against her, which sent vibrations deep into her. He kept up his pace, felt her tensing more, shivering beneath him.

“Cum baby girl, let go for me.” He ordered, and it was like she’d been waiting for his permission. Her back arched up and he felt her throb against his tongue, a soft cry escaped her lips. She jerked in her orgasm, over and over. He sucked lightly on her and she trembled in response, tears spilling out of her eyes before she fell back into the bed, coming down from her high.

“Oh god, oh,” She breathed, and Aaron backed off, sliding up the bed to lay next to her. He watched her catch her breath, revelling in her blissed-out expression, her red cheeks. He waited a few moments, letting her come down. “I’ve never, ever had an orgasm like that, Christ.”

Hotch laughed, leaning over her and planting gentle kisses along her hairline, her eyes, the tip of her nose, “We can stop here if you want to.” He suggested, but of course, Aaron had forgotten her age. 25 years old, in good shape-orgasm or not, she wasn’t done yet. Her eyes flew open and met his, pupils fully dilated still.

“I want to keep going, but I have to tell you something first,” (Y/N) stayed laying, but drew her legs together, “And if you decide you think we should stop, then I fully accept that.”

He tilted his head, eyes exploring her worried expression, “What is it, sweetheart?” His hand had been roaming absentmindedly, but he stopped at her hip. He gazed down at her, brows furrowed.

She seemed to steel herself, taking a deep breath.

“I’ve, never-you know, had sex,” Seeing his shocked expression, she began to ramble, “It just never happened, with anyone I dated when I was younger, and it got to the point where it was an afterthought, especially after I bought an expensive vibrator, and I know that it’s weird or, whatever, to be 25 and this inexperienced, but-“

“(Y/N),” He cut her off, stroking her cheek gently, “Thank you for telling me. But it doesn’t change my mind, about anything. I would understand if this was far enough, for now, truly, so just tell me what you want.” He hoped he could spend the rest of his life making her feel better, happy, loved. They didn’t need to continue if she wasn’t ready.

“Hotch, I...I want you, I always have,” She shifted slightly, and he watched her breathing pick up in anticipation, “I’ve thought about it, so many times...when I shouldn’t have, especially.”

His interest was piqued. Hotch rolled over her, bracing his weight on his arm, pressing his erection against her, his pants still on, “Really? Tell me.” He said, noting how she flushed any time he ordered her to do something.

“The first time I thought about it, was back at headquarters after the first case we worked when you came back to work. You were in your office and I dropped off everyone’s reports,” Hotch remembered this evening, as he’d been surprised to find the newest team member picking up the slack and finalizing everyone’s notes for submission, “You had taken off your tie, and you’d been so good to me in the field, so kind. But when I knocked on the door you were deep in thought and at first, you glared at me and I thought ‘how much would I give to climb up on that desk and get rid of that frown’.”

Hotch hissed at her words, grounding against her harshly, “You wanted me that soon?” (Y/N) nodded, a breathy moan escaping.

“After that, I thought about you too often. I had to use my vibrator the moment I got home, every day. I had to bring it on the road, even. I wanted you to take me, everywhere, anywhere, as much as you wanted.” Hotch groaned, pushed her down and sat back, swiftly removing his pants and briefs. (Y/N)’s head popped up and looked at his erection, her eyes widening in shock, instantly licking her lips. “Holy shit, Hotch...” He laughed at her words.

“I’ve been wishing I could bend you over my desk for months now, but I had no idea you hadn’t ever done this before. I want to see your face, baby girl.” Something in his voice caused her eyes to widen, further. He lowered himself, reaching down with one hand to push his length along her folds, wetting it in her juices.”Oh fuck, you’re so ready for me baby girl, tell me you want this.”

She knew he needed to hear her give permission again, and she gave it instantly, “Please Aaron, please I need you, ple-oh!” She gasped as he pushed into her, hard. Stiffening, a low groan broke free, her eyes shut tightly. He buried himself completely inside of her before freezing, waiting for her pain to subside. Pleasure rippled through Hotch.

Hotch kissed her gently as she whimpered in pain, “You did so good, sweetheart, it’ll be okay in a minute, just breath for me,” He whispered, stroking her hair back, watching her face closely. For a few moments, her eyes stayed shut, screwed up against the sensation, and he gave her credit for taking her time to adjust. He knew he was larger than average, and she was so tight around him. He had to keep still for both her sake and his own, fearing her tightness alone would send him over the edge-he wanted to take his time and make her feel...everything.

He felt when her body had adjusted, the tension in her lower body relaxing, her eyes beginning to open. He tested the waters, moving his hips back slightly, and then sinking into her again. He groaned, watching as her face lit up at his movements; so he repeated them, moving further back this time.

“Oh fuck, Aaron!” That was all he needed to hear. He moved over her, bracing his arms on the bed on either side of her head, his hands near her face, and began to thrust quickly, long strokes that brought stars to his vision. And she was loud beneath him, one hand on his chest, the other gripping his shoulder, screaming his name. He pounded into her, groaning, and he buried his face in her neck, biting gently, which only elicited further shouts, her hips bucking slightly to meet his movements.

“Oh baby girl, you are taking me so well, fuck,” He bit her neck again, and she jerked in response, her walls squeezing him. “Such a good girl for me, such a good girl.”

“Sir, please, please don’t stop.” She whimpered, and Hotch’s eyes flew open in surprise, her words sending a shiver down his body.

He stared down at (Y/N), who seemed surprised at herself, but a small smirk quirked her lips, and he growled, a hand sliding behind her head and gripping her hair, the other grabbing her jaw, gentle but firm. “Say that again.” He kept his pace, pleasure building.

“Uh, sir, fuck me, please sir!” (Y/N) was a writhing mess beneath him, loving his reaction, his dominance, her eyes watching him in delight. She arched slightly as his thrusts became almost brutal, and began to call his name over and over, unable to stop.

Hotch leaned down and bit her neck again, leaving another mark, and she began to tremble beneath him, words escaping her when his thrusts bottomed out, hitting her deep, eyes-rolling. He kissed her, but she was so blissed out it barely registered, which only made him happier. “Fuck...Good, baby girl, so good...cum for me again okay? You can cum for me now, fuck!”

On his last word, he gave an almighty thrust and she screamed, her hands clutching his shoulders as the wave broke over her, her body tensing, squeezing him, and then, “Aaron!” It was his undoing and he came with her, spilling himself inside her as he moaned her name. He brought his head down and kissed her breasts, jerking wildly into her, his thrusts sloppy. Her body relaxed as she came down from her high.

“Oh sweetheart,” He breathed, slowly easing out of her, before collapsing on the bed beside her. He pulled her to him, and she obliged, rolling over and resting her head on his chest, while they both remained silent, catching their breath. “You did so well, baby girl.” He kissed the top of her head.

“That was-I mean,” (Y/N) stammered, struggling to find words. Inwardly, Hotch smirked, happy to know he’d rendered her somewhat speechless. “I think I’ll just leave it at I love you.” She began to giggle, gazing up at him.

Hotch joined her, months of tension and longing now gone, and in its place a happy new beginning. They still had forces outside of their cozy little hideaway that worked against them, but for the time being, he and (Y/N) could simply enjoy the clear air between them.

The rest of the world could wait.

“I love you, too, (Y/N)”

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rexsjaigeyes · 3 years

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Exposed - Part 4

Din Djarin x female reader | NSFW, 18+

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: possessiveness, marking/biting, fingering, oral sex (female receiving)

A/N: Maybe, just maybe… there will be a part 5 if y’all are interested.

You were right on the edge, unaware of the sounds that spilled from your mouth. All you could focus on was the intense pleasure building in the pit of your stomach and the image of Mando flashing behind your closed eyelids. You were so close to release, but the sudden sound of the door opening interrupted the moment, and your stomach dropped as you realized you'd been caught.

You whipped your head towards the entrance of the cockpit, your eyes widening as you saw Mando standing there, as if he manifested from your filthy thoughts. On instinct, you tried to cover yourself up, but this wasn't the first time he had seen you completely naked. And it wasn't the first time he had seen you touch yourself either.

He tilted his head as he watched you fail at covering yourself completely, and you swore you heard a soft click of his tongue as if he disapproved of you trying to conceal yourself from him. The door closed behind him, and he walked to the seat beside you before sitting down. You watched in silent shock as Mando placed one hand on your knee and the other on your arm covering your breasts.

He tugged gently before whispering, "You know better than to hide what I've already seen.” Tugging on your arms again, he used his knee to gently nudge your legs open wider so that you'd expose all of yourself to him.

Your heart beat faster from his words, but you obeyed and dropped your arms so that he could see all of you. Even with your legs spread for him, he kept his visor trained on your face for a moment, as if he was trying to gauge how comfortable you were with the situation. Although you were in the same situation as before, Mando seemed gentler now. It was like he wanted to take his time to make sure that you wanted this just as much as he did. You shuddered again, both from the cold air of the ship and from his unwavering gaze.

Sensing your nervousness, he asked, “Do you want this?”

His thumb glided across your inner thigh as he waited to see how you'd react. It finally seemed like he was starting a conversation about this newfound aspect of your relationship, and you relaxed at the thought of telling him how you really felt.

"I do," you replied softly, "but I don't want this to be a one-time thing."

You hoped that he understood what you really meant – that you had feelings for him – but you were scared to say it outright. Mando chuckled softly and brushed his thumb across your skin again, this time inching closer to your pussy. The sensation made you shiver, and you held your breath in anticipation of his response.

“Does it look like I only want you for one night?” He said in a husky voice. “We’re back where we started. But this time, I’m going to take care of you properly.”

His words caused your stomach to do flips, and you wished you could have seen his face as his helmet tilted down to finally look at your exposed heat. You heard his breath hitch as he took in your naked body before lifting his hands from your thighs to take off his gloves. You gasped softly, instinctively looking away as he took them off. Mando chuckled at the way you attempted to avert your eyes, but then your heart skipped a beat as you felt warm, calloused hands meet your skin.

“It’s alright,” he said softly and rubbed your thighs. “It’s just my hands,” he reassured, his voice laced with amusement as you hesitantly turned to look at him.

You never really thought about what his hands would look like before this moment, but now that you could see them, you felt entranced. You always knew Mando was strong, but as he ran his large hands up and down your legs, you noticed a gentleness that no one else would have expected from a Mandalorian. It was the same gentle touch that he only reserved for the child. He looked up at you, continuing to caress and massage your skin in an attempt to help you relax. His touch was gentle, treating you as if you were made of glass. You were sure no man in the galaxy could ever show you such affection the way that Mando did.

Sighing, you relaxed in your seat and he finally made a path back to where you needed him most. You bit your lip as he traced his fingers up your thighs before his thumb brushed against your clit. The contact was feather light, but not from hesitance; he was teasing you, and you could only imagine the playful smile that must have been hidden beneath his helmet. You gave Mando a pleading look, bucking your hips slightly as a way to tell him that you needed more. He dragged his thumb down to your entrance, pushing apart your lips so that he could feel the evidence of your arousal. You moaned softly from the torturously slow way that he teased you, but you knew Mando was the one in control of the pace now. Sliding his fingers up and down your slit, he coated them in your slick before pulling away from your throbbing core.

Before you could groan in disappointment, he brought his hand up to one breast and used his lubed fingers to roll and pinch your nipple. The feeling was unexpected and intense, and you couldn’t stop the loud moan that escaped your lips. As you reveled in the feeling of his skilled fingers tweaking the sensitive bud, you felt his other hand slide up your body before stopping at the valley of your breasts. Mando picked up the dainty necklace that you bought from the marketplace with him, and you watched him with curiosity as he seemed to stare it for a moment.

He continued his sweet torture on your sensitive nipple while he inspected the piece of jewelry for a moment. Interrupting your soft moans, he murmured, “When I saw that man touch you…”

Mando paused, as if he wasn’t sure how to explain himself to you. But you knew what he was trying to say. Before you could reassure him that he had no reason to be jealous, he growled softly and released your necklace. Even though you couldn’t see his expression, you sensed a slightly darker shift in his mood as he pinched your nipple again and gripped your hip tightly with his other hand.

“I want to make you mine,” he whispered, and you felt your body immediately react to his possessive words.

Your cheeks turned red, feeling slightly embarrassed by how quickly your wetness grew from such a simple sentence. You sputtered, “I’m already yours, Mando.”

He stopped playing with your nipple and traced his hand up your breast before stopping at your neck. Your breath hitched as he squeezed your neck gently. He didn’t seem satisfied with your answer.

“No, you don’t understand,” he muttered. “I want to mark you… so that everyone knows who you belong to.” A soft gasp escaped your trembling lips, and Mando gave your neck another quick squeeze before letting you go. “Close your eyes,” he demanded.

You instantly recognized the clipped tone he addressed you with; it was reminiscent of the tone he used to intimidate his quarry. And it was the same way he had instructed your actions that first night you spent exposed to him in the cockpit. So naturally, you did as he said without question and screwed your eyes shut.

“Good,” Mando praised you quietly, and your heart skipped a beat now that you were blind to his next move. His hands left your body for a second, and you braced yourself for something unexpected. You heard a soft huff escape Mando before he returned his hands to your body and warned, “Promise me you won’t peek.”

The words got caught in your throat when you realized that his voice sounded different. It sounded clear and unobstructed – as if it was no longer filtered through his helmet. The realization made you gasp before you closed your eyes even tighter, scared that you would accidentally play a part in breaking his Creed.

Anxiety flared within your chest and you stuttered, “Wait, are you sure this is a good idea–”

“Promise me,” he repeated.

You took a deep breath, mentally reminding yourself that you couldn’t open your eyes under any circumstance.

“I promise,” you said as you exhaled slowly.

He praised you again before one of his hands slid up your collarbone to grab the back of your neck. He pulled you forward slightly, and you held your breath as you felt soft, warm lips meet your neck in a tender kiss. The moan that escaped you was louder than you had meant for it to be; you didn’t realize how starved you were for this type of touch until now. For so long, you had wondered what Mando’s lips would feel like, and now they were pressed against your pulse point and steadily working on sucking a dark hickey on your skin.

He groaned before pulling you closer to him, and with the new angle, you felt the lip of his helmet press against your skin. It shocked you for a second, but then you realized he must have kept his helmet tilted on the top of his head in case he needed to quickly cover his face. Lately, Mando had been more bold with showing glimpses of his chin around you and the child, and it made you wonder if there would ever be a day when he would expose all of himself to you.

The lip of his helmet dug into your skin as he sucked harder before finally moving to another section of your neck. You could already feel the small bruises forming, but all you could do was moan and writhe underneath him as he marked you like he said he wanted to. The thought of other people seeing the evidence of his lust for you turned you on, and you felt yourself become desperate for his touch somewhere else too. You whimpered as he continued his onslaught of kisses and hickeys on your body, creating a trail down to your breasts before stopping to suck on your nipple. He flicked his tongue over it and you instantly knew that he was planning to replicate the feeling on another sensitive bundle of nerves soon.

“Please, Mando,” you pleaded, feeling your wetness grow from how he teased you with his mouth. You were desperate to feel what he could do to your clit instead.

He chuckled and tugged on your nipple with his teeth before releasing it and kissing his way down to your thighs. Your legs spread on instinct, and you had no willpower left to feel ashamed of how quickly your body reacted to his touch. Finally, his fingers returned to your pussy, gently teasing your entrance with light strokes to collect your arousal on his fingertips. You felt him readjust his helmet so that the lip of it rested against your mound, and his soft lips met your throbbing clit. He kissed you there before flicking your clit with his tongue in the same way he had done to your nipple. Your head fell back against your seat, and you moaned when he slowly pushed two fingers inside you.

Mando slowly pumped them in and out, testing how much you could take before curling them in search of your sweet spot. Your hips rose to meet his touch, and you gasped when he finally found the spot that made you tremble. He paused for a moment before repeating the action perfectly and slowly building a rhythm. You could already feel your pleasure steadily building; you were desperate for release since your previous orgasm was interrupted by Mando entering the cockpit earlier.

The short flicks of his tongue against your clit quickly turned into more deliberate circles, and he let out a low moan when you bucked your hips in response. The vibrations caused you to jolt, so Mando pushed your hips down firmly with his free hand to keep you still while his mouth brought you closer to the edge. Your hands grasped at air as he continued his assault on your senses with his fingers and mouth.

Desperate to ground yourself in some way, you whimpered, “Mando, can I hold onto your helmet?”

He grunted a quick “Yes” in response, not wanting to pull his lips away from you for even a second. Keeping your eyes closed, you blindly reached out for his helmet so that you could use the leverage to grind yourself a little harder against his mouth.

Mando sighed softly before muttering against your clit, “I can’t wait for the day I get to feel your hands in my hair instead.”

You were barely able to register his words as you gasped and moaned for him, getting lost in the feeling of his tongue expertly swirling circles around your clit while his fingers hit your sweet spot. Your body tensed as you felt the pressure building in the pit of your stomach.

He grunted, curling his fingers faster now. “Maybe next time we go to a marketplace, I’ll get you a blindfold so that you can pull on my hair while I do this properly…”

His words lit a fire through your body, and you were right on the edge of your release. He sensed how close you were and returned his mouth to your clit to suck on it with just the right amount of pressure. The feeling combined with his fingers was enough to bring you to orgasm without any warning. Letting out a broken moan, you shuddered as you succumbed to the intense waves of pleasure rippling through your body. Mando continued curling his fingers, helping you ride out your orgasm until you became a mess of limbs in the copilot’s seat.

You heard him chuckle softly before placing a soft kiss on your sensitive clit, and you jolted from overstimulation. By the time you opened your eyes and looked down, he already had his helmet lowered back onto his face, and you were met with the usual expressionless gaze of your Mandalorian.

He must have noticed your slightly disappointed look because he brought his hands up to your face and gently caressed your cheeks before breaking the silence. “One day, you might not even need a blindfold, cyar’ika.”

You raised a brow, silently questioning how such a suggestion would work with his Creed and wondering what nickname he had given you. He had never called you that before, but with the sweet way he had spoken the unfamiliar word, you assumed it was something special.

Before you could ask him what he meant, he stood up with a soft laugh. “But we can talk about that later. Come on,” he said as he offered you his hand. “Let’s go to bed.”

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glassartpeasants · 3 years

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Silent Treatment

Shin Nemoto x F!Reader

Warnings: degradation, smut, mentions of past sex, choking, breeding kink

A/N: Ya’ll are a bunch of hoes. I will never forgive any of you. It’s also short cause I said so. @thotsforvillainrights @serostuffsmh

part 1

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You begin to take rather discarded hallways in the compound. Some of the hallways looked like no one had been there for awhile. And ll of this just to avoid a certain someone.

Ever since you hooked up with Shin Nemoto you haven’t been able to look at him cause everytime you did you would only see his lustful face he wore three days prior. His face sweaty as his glasses hang onto the bridge of his nose for dear life. His face a hot red as he smiled at your disheveled form. His eyes almost closed as you felt his hot breath on your face.

After that you haven’t been able to look himself in the eyes. Or just look at him in general.

You can always tell when he’s looking at you. Your body feels hot and you get really uneasy. You get jittery and are unable to keep still. Your back still hurts from getting pinned against that cold concrete wall of the closet. Don’t even get you started on how sticky you felt after the endeavor. How much of his cum stained your panties. How it dripped out of your pussy and ran down your thighs. You could feel your legs twitch every time he pumped another load of his cum into you. You still have the bite marks, bruises and hickeys on your body that won’t seem to go away. The bite mark on your neck still throbs from time to time.

Now here you were, walking the empty halls of the compound on your way to Overhauls office. You were called to guard him during a meeting which started in about 15-20 minutes. Overhaul always wanted you to be early, and not wanting to disobey a man who will kill you, you decided to hurry. Which also meant you couldn’t take the long way, meaning you’d have to go to the more busy hallway of the compound.

The sounds of your shoes hitting the floor echoed of the walls and rang in your ears. the halls were once a deathly quiet now emit noise from your footsteps.

Just as you were about to turn a corner a hand shot out from a room before grabbing your throat and pulling you inside. It happened so quick that you didn’t have time to react before you felt yourself getting slammed against the door. You let out a gas before opening your eyes as you feel a hot breath on your neck. A familiar voice rang in your ears.

“Why have you been ignoring me slut?” You bit your lips before curling your toes and clenching your thighs together at the sound of his voice. The feeling of his hot breath on your neck gave you flashbacks on how he was panting in your ear when he was thrusting in and out of your tight heat.

You turned you face away from him in embarrassment. Your eyes locking on his bed as a way to avoid looking at him in his light blue eyes. You didn’t want to look at the face he was giving you at the moment if you told him. But just as you were about to close your eyes again you felt obligated to answer his question.

“I’ve been to embarrassed to look you in the eye.” You heard a chuckle coming from him before you shivered at the feeling of his lips grazing your neck. You rub your thighs together to create at least a small amount of friction. You squeak when you feel his tongue lick the bite mark on your neck. His lips latching onto it while his other hand gropes your breast from the outside of your shirt. His hips buck into yours as you feel his cock rubbing against your jeans. You look down towards his pants and saw the bulge that was way too obvious. The look at it made your face feel like it was on fire.

“To embarrassed? Embarrassed cause everytime you look at me you only remember seeing me fuck you stupid? Till you couldn’t ever say normal sentences?” You felt his hands slither up your body before snaking their way underneath our shirt. You gasp at the feeling of his cold rough hands touching your warm skin. The feeling of his teeth nibbling on your ear may you let out a shaky breath.

“Well, you could only hide for so long. Plus, I need a something to take my stress out on. Or someone.” You let out a silent moan when you felt his hands grab your breast. His thumb and pointer finger rolling your nipple between them. You whimper softly when you felt him give it a tug. The hand that was on your throat slowly moved down your body and towards your pants.

“Nemoto, I-I have a meeting soon! We can’t do this right now, Overhaul will get extremely mad and you and I both know that’s not good!“ You try to reason with him.

“I don’t care. This pussy belongs to me now and I’ll fuck it whenever I feel like it. Understand slut?” His lips start to attack your neck and begin sucking on that one spot that made you let out a moan. His hand unbuttoned your pants and pulled them off your legs quickly. The sound of your pants hitting the floor and your little moans made Nemoto’s cock twitch in his pants. His eyes moved down your body before spotting your underwear and moving his eyes back up to meet yours.

“Dressing like a slut? Such slutty panties for someone who works at the Shie Hassakai.” They weren’t even slutty! They were adorable! Just white cloth with two tiny red bows that were on the front of it, attached to the very top of it.

“Maybe I should add some more bruises on those cute hips of yours, seeing my fingers dig into the flesh as I fuck you stupid does something to a man you know?” His fingers making they’re way to the wet patch on your panties. Smirking, he moved the fabric to the side before rubbing his finger along the slit. Feeling your slick coat his fingers as you whine out.

You look at his eyes with you (e/c) ones. Noticing the hungry look in his eyes. You feel him grab your arm before pushing you onto his premade bed. You yelp in surprise before your felt his hands pinning you down against the bed.

His lips crashed into yours quickly. He let go of your hands as he dragged his hands down you body. Your hands going into his hair right away, tugging it when he bit your lip.

His hands going to down your body to unbuckle his belt. The sound of metal clinking against itself as he threw it on the floor made your toes curl in anticipation. The feeling of him pulling his pants and boxers down made your thighs clench together as your face felt like it was burning up. You feel his hands place themselves on your bare hips.

“Can’t wait to rearrange those insides of yours again. Watching you go dumb just from me pounding into that slutty cunt of yours.” Your moan was silenced by your hand covering your mouth. THe feeling of him plunging into your cunt caught you by surprise. Your remaining hand went to dig your nails into his clothed back. The feeling of the fabric touching your finger tips.

“Warn me next time! We need to keep us a secret you fuck-ER!” A sharp thrust was delivered to your cervix making you yelp out. Your hands grabbing the collar of his shirt tightly.

“Shut up whore. Your my bitch and if it means making the whole Shie Hassakai know that, then so be it slut.” He started to thrust in and out of your cunt. his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs.

You bit your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to hold your moans. The feeling of his pelvis smacking against your hips mde your hands cling to his shirt only to dig deeper into his clothes before you heard loud rip. You look to the side before noticing that you had tore a hole right through his white button up shirt.

His head going in between the crook of your neck before nibbling along the column of your neck. Moans were ripped from your throat as his hips were slamming harder against yours.

One of his hands had let go of your hips and trailed up your body before wrapping his fingers around your neck. Putting slight pressure on it. Your legs twitch from the rough treatment before gasping out for air as Nemoto put more pressure on your neck.

“Hearing you gasping for air only makes me imagine what would happen if you were choking on my cock.” Your cunt tightened at his words making him groan out in pleasure. His lips meeting yours as if trying to steal your own breath away. You try to form words only for them to be cut short at every kiss he delivered to you lips.

You could feel yourself losing consciousness at every amount of pressure he put on your neck. You dig your nails deeper into his back causing him to let out a hiss and loosen his hold on your neck. You gasp for breath as the feeling of air getting back into your legs left you panting.

His hips move faster as the feeling of him pounding against your cervix made you tear up a bit as you dig into his back hard enough to leave behind bleeding scratches. Nemoto’s hips move slightly causing him to hit against that one special spot that had you moaning loudly.

He smirked before roughly pounding into that spot, watching your writhing body crumble underneath him. The feeling of your cunt clenching down on him made him drive closer and closer into his own orgasm.

Something just clicked within him when he imagined the thought of your belly nice and full of his cum, just enough to breed you. Your belly swelling up with each passing day with his child. The thought of your tits lactating with milk only made him even harder than he already was. Your nipples would be so sensitive that just a little touch by his hands would make you moan.

The thought of his hands gripping your breasts as tiny droplets of milk would squirt out of them and onto his own hands. The sounds of your moans as he would wrap his lips around you nipple and suck on them until his mouth was full of your milk. He could pump you full of cum over and over again just to see you walking around with his child.

Nemoto stilled inside you and before you could ask why, you felt ropes of his cum flooding into your womb. His loud moan rumbling between your ears. You felt bloated as the feeling of his cum filling you up made you have an orgasm on your own.

Your body twitched as you panted in his face. Your eyes barely staying open as the feeling of being weared out consumed you. You turn your head to look at the time and see you only had 5 minutes to get to Overhauls office before the meeting started.

Nemoto let out a hiss at the cold air hitting his cock as he pulled out of your warm cunt. He looked down to see your cunt overflowing in his cum. Your legs twitching from the roughness of his thrusts.

“Better get going slut. Wouldn’t want Overhaul to fire you now would we?”

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steviespanties · 3 years

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Special Treats For Good Cat Boys on AO3 for full tags. 2.6k, Rated E. Unapologetic smutty fluff with a chubby catboy!Steve in panties, pregnancy kink (without mpreg) and a very successful Valentine’s Day date night~ Fitting for the @harringroveheart-on prompts Lingerie, Champagne and Date Night and a belated b-day present for @rvspberryjvm 😊💗💗

It’s the second week of snow coming down on the city, covering houses and streets in sheets of white over and over again until all sound is muffled when Steve walks outside. Even with his sharp hearing, face wrapped in his favorite scarf, he has to strain his ears to not get surprised by people coming around corners.

Icy wind bites into his cheeks and once again he’s grateful for the incredibly fluffy knit hat Robin sent him for Christmas. It’s got holes for his ears to poke out in perfectly placed spots- something Billy sneakily helped figure out for her, she’d admitted on the phone.

“Good thing I convinced you to buy the more expensive winter coat, huh?” Next to him, wrapped in said coat, a blood red scarf, his hat and mittens, Billy looks a lot less grumpy when he doesn’t have to complain about freezing his ass off. Steve snickers at the glare thrown in his direction.

“How could I’ve known that winter in Michigan is even worse than Indiana?”

Steve laughs. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe someone tried to warn you in advance and you turned deaf all of a sudden?” He gets an adorable pout in response that Billy will deny up and down ever showing. He wants to reach out and kiss the corner of Billy’s pouty lips till he can’t help but react with a grin.

Bags full of groceries swing between them as they bicker back and forth. At a street crossing Billy reaches out and carefully brushes snow off Steve’s ear. He smiles back in thanks.

Steve’s ears have become extra fluffy this winter, with a thick undercoat that keeps the snow from melting and seeping into his skin. It’s like his body knew it had to prepare for the more serious cold. Billy can’t keep his hands from petting the new softness of Steve’s fur, taking every opportunity to brush his equally floofed up tail and give him head scratches. Steve’s started to feel very spoiled lately.

They arrive home to a warm apartment and close the door with relieved groans behind them, both glad to have escaped the cold. As they peel off their many layers of clothes, Steve sneaks a glance at Billy. He looks so beautiful when he’s flushed, his tan faded, but his freckles even more visible due to the winter sun. It’s not like Billy isn’t aware that he’s beautiful. Despite getting a bit soft around the middle, he’s still proud of maintaining his muscles. Gives himself finger guns and winks at the mirror when he’s all primped. But he’s also pretty. Long lashes and soft lips, a shimmery fuzz of golden hair on his body that Steve constantly wants to rub himself against. In the dark grey henley he reveals under his coat, he looks effortlessly stunning.

Of course, he catches Steve staring and throws him a smug grin.

“Ready for some food?” Steve nods and grabs his share of grocery bags to follow Billy into the kitchen.

“Starving,” he says. As they unpack, their limited counter space soon overflows with the clutter of their united assembly of their dinner: A spread of baguette slices with cream cheese, topped with caviar or smoked salmon. Cucumber salad, dark grapes and strawberries. Sliced-open croissants stuffed with bacon and scrambled eggs. Ice cream waiting in the freezer. And, of course, two bottles of champagne, already cooled in the fridge and now fizzing enchantingly in two glasses. Steve’s tail swishes excitedly at the mouth-watering smells and it takes a lot of self control not to sneak a bite. Still, Billy seems to have a sixth sense for Steve getting too riled up, because soon enough he bumps their shoulders together. “Why don’t you go ahead and get settled. Put on some music for us while I clean up.”

Steve bumps right back into him. Enjoys the way Billy barely even moves, unbothered and rooted firmly in place. “That sounds good. Thanks.” He can’t resist placing at least a quick kiss to Billy’s shoulder. This close, he can catch a good whiff of Billy’s scent, warm and a little woody because of his perfume. Billy playfully swats at him, which Steve evades in a fluid motion and a with laugh before he slips into the living room.

They’ve spent all afternoon working on a blanket fort that looks even more cozy and inviting than when they left to go grocery shopping. All the lights in the room are covered in red cloth, bathing the place in muted, warm light. Where their sofa usually stands, they’ve turned the entire thing around, thrown a futon in front and surrounded it with pillows and cushions. The cushy interior is flanked by chairs they’ve thrown a massive white sheet on top on, which trails over the back of the sofa and is illuminated by fairy lights on the inside. The mountain of blankets Steve insisted on adding might be a bit overkill, but his stomach gets all fluttery with elation when he looks at it. Like they’ve built their own little nest that calls for him to curl up between soft blankets where he can wait for Billy to join him.

So he hastily selects something sappy to softly play in the background: A REO Speedwagon album that Billy would never admit to liking, but that he has also never protested listening to when Steve's put it on or insisted on turning off either. Steve slips out of his pants, places them behind a cushion where he’s also snuck a bottle of lube and then quickly dives under a blanket when he hears Billy’s approaching footsteps.

“Hey there, kitty cat.” Billy comes into view holding a whole tray with their food, cleverly arranged so he can carry everything in one trip while an ice bucket with their champagne bottles dangles on his arm.

“Here, let me get that.” Steve leans up, careful not to let the blanket slip to reveal his surprise. He takes the tray off Billy’s hands and carefully lowers it to the ground. No snacks directly in the blanket fort if they want to sleep in here tonight. Billy huffs as he puts the bucket down. Lifts his head to make eye contact with Steve, just long enough to notice the mischievous glint in his eyes- and then he leaps forward with a whoop.

Steve yelps at a sudden armful of heavy, cackling boyfriend on top of him. Billy's happiness is infectious and he quickly feels himself join in on the laughter. It's Billy's turn to kiss him, just a lightning-fast peck on the lips that makes Steve wish he'd linger just a bit longer.

They share their first glasses of champagne that tingles on Steve’s sensitive tongue, making him chase its lightness into Billy’s slick mouth. There’s the explosion of briny, salty caviar and mild cream cheese in Steve’s mouth, more sips of champagne followed by cool, smoked salmon. The sensation of the tips of Billy’s fingers against his lips when he feeds him a bite. Holding a strawberry against Billy's lips in turn, he's enthralled by watching sharp teeth pierce the red flesh. Each sip of champagne slips down his throat easily, a perfect, decadent balance to all the different flavors that have danced over his tongue- none quite as addictive as the taste of Billy, though.

And suddenly, their tray is shoved to the side. Shirts are thrown off and Billy’s pants shoved down. The second champagne bottle is halfway empty and Steve’s belly is pleasantly full and warm in satisfaction, making him wriggle in satisfaction. Next to him, Billy inches closer. Crowds into his space until Steve leans back into soft pillows, ears standing up at attention. There’s a different kind of hunger in his eyes, now.

“I got a surprise for you,” he confesses in a hushed voice and slips the blanket down to reveal his present.

“Is that for me?” Billy’s words are smooth whiskey. Sweet and sharp and running over Steve’s body in an intoxicating caress that makes him squirm in place and his tail swish in gleeful anticipation. Billy’s hands close around his soft hips and tug him closer. Thumbs dig into the recently added softness of Steve’s tummy, all plumped up for the winter. He really feels like a spoiled and pampered housecat now, all drunk on treats and alcohol and skin contact.

Billy’s eyes are dark with want when his gaze catches on soft pink lace panties that finally show in all their glory when he fully slips the blanket off.

“You take such good care of me,” Steve says quietly. He wraps his arms around Billy to pull him in and feels a thrill run through him when Billy’s erection brushes against his leg. Clearly, the surprise is a success. “I figured this would be a nice gift.” A tender kiss to his neck.

With a teasing smirk, Billy looks down at the panties. “Oh, I’m very happy.” He snaps the waistband against Steve’s side, making a shocked mew slip out at the sting and his dick respond with a twitch. “But don’t pretend you’re being all altruistic here, babe.” A finger runs over the rapidly hardening outline of his dick and comes to rest right at the head. He pushes down, enough to give a tiny drop of pressure that makes Steve writhe in place, unable to open his mouth and ask for more. There’s just Billy’s warm hand on his hip and that unrelenting point of not-enough-contact. Steve moans.

“Ah, so- so what, not like we can’t both enjoy me dressing up for you!” For a moment, the pressure lets up.

An agreeable hum. “True. You sure enjoy being my pretty boy, though, huh?” And the pressure is back again, just at the sensitive underside of the head of Steve’s dick. That place is like a switch where he’s quickly set on fire just by Billy’s fingers and knowing eyes drinking him up. A small wet spot starts to form where a splash of precome gets trapped between his dick and the fabric of his panties.

“Yeah,” Steve admits as he rolls his hips up. Seeks the pressure and attention as another drop of precome pushes out. “Would enjoy it even more if you fucked me.” That gets him a small laugh.

“Someone’s been getting too spoiled.” Billy sounds positively delighted at Steve’s whining. He can’t help it! He’s spent most of the day opening himself up as sneakily as possible whenever he could get away with it, has made himself drip with lube until his hole has felt open and tender for way too long. Especially now, with Billy hovering above him, he feels himself want a reward for putting in all this extra preparation. He blindly gropes for the lube. Smacks Billy’s hand off his dick and the bottle into his palm and then pulls the fabric of his panties to the side to reveal his twitching, loose hole.

The frown he throws at Billy’s wide-eyed expression might be more of a pout than an intimidating glare. At least there's no protest from Billy, just a determined set to his jaw as he slicks up his fingers in a practiced motion. He shifts from confusion to palpable excitement when first one, then two fingers sink inside Steve with almost no resistance.

“Oh baby,” he croons and leans even further into Steve’s space. Kisses him slow and deep as he presses his fingers in and out in a pleasant drag that finally comes close to what Steve’s been craving all day. He grabs Billy’s arms and luxuriates in the indulgent slide of their tongues against each other and the sting of Billy’s teeth at his lip. He undulates his hips to meet Billy’s movement inside him, chasing the elusive need for more.

When they separate to breathe, he groans a desperate “Come on, I’m ready” into Billy’s ear. No matter how much of a hardass Billy likes to think he is, the strung-out tone of Steve’s voice never fails to give him a palpable full-body shudder that Steve triumphantly notices.

“Fuck, fine.” Billy looks flushed, all gold and pink and glowing in the soft light surrounding them.

The panties are stretched taut over Steve’s dick. Divine, almost too much pressure that makes him squirm as he watches Billy slick himself up. Being trapped drives him a little crazy and makes it impossible to fully hold still, even as Billy clearly tries to go slow while he savoring the sight of Steve all laid out in front of him. He doesn’t want to wait anymore till Billy finally decides they’re ready and shoves his hips down. Pops the thick cockhead inside and makes them both moan at the way Steve hole flutters around it.

“You’re so goddamn hungry for my cock, huh?” Billy thrusts deeper, clearly losing composure. “Pretty princess gagging to be filled up.” Steve helplessly moans as heat pools at the base of his spine and in his belly. He desperately meets Billy’s hips and lets out a long, drawn-out whine. “Bet you can’t wait to get pumped full to carry a whole litter of kittens for me.”

It’s like Billy has found the string he needed to tug on to open the floodgates to fill Steve with an overwhelming, fierce need. To open himself up even more for Billy to claim him inside and out, deeper even than Billy’s cock thrusting into him where it drags at his insides. “Billy,” he sobs, barely coherent, and clings to his back. Digs his fingers into skin and feels strong back muscles shift underneath his hands.

A rising pressure of something primal, inexplicable pulses through him. He drinks in the sensations- of Billy’s body heat and sweat-slick skin rubbing against Steve’s. Billy’s scent that makes Steve salivate for a taste of him. His hair falls down in soft, wavy strands that frame his face and tickle Steve's skin gently. A hand lands on his soft belly, above his trapped dick steadily pulsing hot precome into tight fabric. Billy's claiming where he’s warm and soft and still desperate for more of his touch.

“Or maybe,” Billy breathes against his ear, makes his breath ghost over the sensitive fur. His hand presses down a little harder. “Maybe you’re already carrying.”

He can’t breathe. He’s blinded by the fireworks going off behind his eyelids, unable to keep them open any longer.

There’s just Billy. Inside and out. And the thought of Steve's belly, carrying a small piece of both of them.

It’s too much. He comes, orgasm rolling over him relentlessly. He cries. Scratches at Billy’s back and pushes himself into Billy’s hand, consumed by his cock spreading him wide open, lost in the thought of more. His panties are filled with pulse after pulse of warm, sticky come, trapped mess turning into a feedback loop of shivery, delightful aftershocks.

There’s the most feather-light kisses on his eyelids. Billy’s thrusts slow to an intense, shuddering grind as he empties himself deep into Steve, all satisfied moans and grunts. Finally, there’s air in Steve's lungs again. He fills his nose with deep inhales of their satisfied scents all mixed together.

They rest. Clean up a little. Put on The Breakfast Club while they wrap around each other as they trade kisses and sips of leftover Champagne. Steve’s tail is curled around the arm Billy has thrown over his hips and he purrs in sleepy contentment while his ears are being pet. “You’re gonna be such a good parent” Billy teases at some point and earns himself a light smack to the shoulder that makes him hiss in mock-hurt. Steve places a kiss where he hit to ease the light sting anyways.

#harringrove #harringrove heart-on #harringrove fic #lingerie #bottom steve #catboy!steve #pregnancy kink #(without mpreg)

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Lockdown Punishments 6 | Eric Dier

The day has come. No more lockdown. No guidelines. Nothing stopping you being together. You can have each other. Eric had planned to be at your house earlier in the morning. You had no idea of his plans. So you were surprised to see him at the door at 7am. You were wearing a thong and one of Eric's old shirts that you had kept. As soon as he saw you, he picked you up over his shoulder, smacked your arse and took you inside to finally punish you from all the teasing and games during lockdown. He took you on every surface he could find. Not stopping all day long making up for lost time.

Word Count: 1,667

Warnings: nipple clamps, butt plug, riding crop, bondage...you name it, this part has it. Enjoy xx

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End of Lockdown.

Everything seems brighter when you wake up. The sky seems clearer, the birds happier, and you’re in the best mood after what feels like forever.

Lockdown has officially been lifted as of midnight and you’d been barely able to sleep. You’d wanted Eric to come over right at midnight but he’d refused, telling you cheekily that he wanted you all rested up and ready for everything he had planned once the sun rose.

The coffee had been brewed and you’d just finished pouring yourself a cup when you heard a knock at the door. Your stomach fluttered in anticipation, but you weren’t expecting to see Eric right at 7am. The hem of Eric’s shirt skimmed over your ass, reminding you that you were in just his shirt and a thong. “Is this what you meant by ‘sunrise’?” You joked, giggling as you launched yourself into his arms. He let out a heavy sigh as he squeezed you back tightly, his large hands roaming over your body. You landed back down on your feet, pulling him inside.

“God, I’ve missed you,” Eric groaned, his hands on either side of your face as he kissed you with everything he had. You moaned into his mouth at the feel of his lips finally on yours after two whole months. Your fingers clutched at his t-shirt, needing to have him everywhere right now.

Eric roughly broke the kiss, taking advantage of your surprise to pick you up over his shoulder. You let out a squeal that quickly turned to a yelp when he slapped your ass. “What are you doing?! Ow!” Another slap. “Eric!”

“It’s ‘Sir’ now,” he growled, making his way to the bedroom and tossing you unceremoniously on the bed. “I’ve been waiting to punish you in person for two months now. Got a little taste last week when I got to cane you and now I want more.”

You balanced back on your elbows as you watched him walk over to the full box of toys he’d sent two months prior, digging through until he found what he was looking for. “I’ve got lots of plans for you, Babygirl,” he murmured, a look in his eyes as he sauntered over to the bed, “but first, I need to be inside you - gotta feel that tight pussy milking my dick.”

Eric rid you of your shirt, the thong joining it in a heap on the floor right before he stripped off his own clothes. Your eyes were glued to his erect cock, practically drooling over the sight. His replica-cock dildo had been torturing you since he’d made you cum over and over on it, not allowing you to use it since that day. Your pussy ached to be filled, clenching around nothing to remind you what you needed from Eric.

You reached for him but Eric pulled back, chuckling as he shook his head. “You don’t get to touch me until I say so. I’ve got plans to take my time for you and make you beg for it - you’re not getting this cock just because I need to be inside you. I can hold off my pleasure to bring you pain.”

“Please, Sir,” you whimpered as Eric settled between your legs. He kissed his way up your inner thighs, cataloguing all your sounds and the way you writhed at his touch.

“I can smell you from here,” Eric rasped, taking a deep inhale. “You gonna let me have a taste, Babygirl?”

Your hands fisted the sheets and you involuntarily bucked your hips, a strangled “yes” leaving your lips.

When he chuckled, you felt his warm breath on your dripping core, the anticipation killing you. The scruff of his newfound beard scratched your lower lips as he laved his tongue over your clit. The pads of his fingers dipped into your ass, his thumbs spreading your labia so he could slip his tongue into your slick centre. Your legs tried to close around his head so you could ride his face but Eric anticipated the move, using his forearm to pin down your hips so he could take his time with you.

“Can I cum, please?”

“Already? Not a chance.” Eric’s eyes met yours as he hummed around your clit to make you forget everything but how good his tongue felt on you.

Your body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat by the time Eric guided his thick cock into you. He ran his thumb over your clit, groaning when your pussy clenched around him. “You’ll get your orgasm, Babygirl. Don’t worry,” he grunted, his thrusts picking up speed. “Cum for me. Now.”

Eric held you as you shuddered against him, your orgasm wracking your body in such a way that had you seeing stars. All the orgasms he’d teased out of you over Zoom and FaceTime were nothing compared to this one, the denial adding even more to the feeling.

Eric pulled out of you, watching his seed drip down your pussy and onto the bed sheets.

“Can I clean you up, Sir?” You asked, your gaze hungry. You knew exactly how that cock would taste, a mixture of your slick and Eric’s cum, and you’d be lying if you said you wanted it - you needed it.

“Get over here before I change my mind.”

You practically attacked his cock, licking and sucking like your life depended on it. Eric’s moans spurred you on until you were deepthroating him, gagging on his length as you cleaned him up with your lips and tongue. Your tongue traced up his shaft as your hands played with his balls, watching him react to your touch.

“That’s enough,” he rasped, tugging your hair to pull you off his cock. “Lay back. Hands above your head.”

“What do you plan to do to me, Sir?” You asked, doing as you were told. Eric grabbed what he’d picked out from the box, tying you up. You gasped as Eric kissed your neck, his beard scraping over your skin as he trailed kisses between the valley of your breasts. He sucked a pert nipple in his mouth, the sensation going straight to your overly-sensitive clit. You moaned, arching your back into his touch which made you strain against the ties. He pulled off the bud, quickly replacing his mouth with a nipple clamp before moving onto the next one.

The pain mixed with pleasure as he finished sucking on your other nipple, repeating the action that ended with both nipples clamped, Eric’s name on your lips as you whimpered at the pain. “Remember you can safeword at any time,” he said, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, “but I wanna see how much you can take.”

You watched as Eric got back up, rummaging through the box to find the butt plug and lube he was looking for. Your eyes widened when you saw the size of it. It wasn’t that big, but nothing had ever gone there before and you weren’t sure anything of any size would fit. “We’ll start slow,” Eric said, squirting the lube on the plug and his fingers as he pried your asshole open. “Work our way up until you’ve got my dildo in your ass and my cock in your pussy. How does that sound, Babygirl?”

“So good,” you answered, cursing as you felt the tip of the plug nudge against your puckered hole.

The riding crop slapped against his palm and you briefly wondered how he’d gotten it. “Spread your legs - I don’t want to have to tie them open.”

You gingerly did so, bracing yourself for the pain.

“Good girl. Now it’s time to show just how good I am with this crop. Fifteen strokes. Count them and thank me for each one.”

The first stroke was ten times more painful than any of the ones you’d inflicted on yourself and you cried out, automatically closing your legs to protect your sensitive pussy. “Fuck! One!” You seethed, tears stinging your eyes. “Thank you, S-Sir.”

The second was just as intense, landing smack on your clit and you screamed. “Two! Thank you, Sir!”

Your pussy was puffy and swollen, so sensitive you could feel it throbbing in time with your heartbeat when he was done. Eric set the crop down, kissing you as his hands roamed over your body. “You did so good for me, Babygirl,” he soothed, untying the ties that bound your wrists to the bed frame. He kissed each of your wrists, unclamping the nipple clamps and taking the plug out of your ass. “We’re going to shower and then eat something, okay?” You nodded and Eric picked you up and carried you to the bathroom. “Then, we’re gonna come back here and have some good old-fashioned vanilla sex that ends with us taking the best nap of our lives.”

“That sounds amazing,” you mumbled, burying your face in the crook of his neck as he ran the bath to take care of you.

One Month Later…

Boris had just finished yet another speech to the UK to address the state of the country. The news wasn’t good, and Eric was immediately calling you. “You’re moving in with me,” he said the moment you picked up.

“Wha-?”

“You’re moving in with me,” he repeated. “If another lockdown happens, promise me you’ll move in with me so we don’t have to be apart again. Please?”

You softened, smiling to yourself at hearing him beg and plead. “Of course I will, Eric. I don’t want to go through another lockdown without you, either.”

A week later, all your things were in his place. Your garden was his, and Clay was quickly starting to favour you over Eric after the first day. A second lockdown wasn’t ever announced, and you found yourself selling your place shortly after so you and Eric could enjoy your new life together, grateful something so scary had brought the two of you closer than ever.

#my writing: eric dier #requests: eric dier #lockdown punishment series #eric dier smut #eric dier oneshot #eric dier one shot #eric dier x reader #eric dier imagine #eric dier imagines

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Cockwarming/ Fucking Diavolo on His Throne GN! MC (Vagina Version) SMUT

Here’s the Penis Edition

Bratty Diavolo gives me life, also I’ve never written cockwarming so I’m almost sure I did it wrong

Tags: Voyeurism, Cockwarming, Public sex, Skirt Wearing MC, Vaginal Penetration, N/S/F/W, SMUT

Word count: 2K

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“I want you to wear this, MC.” Diavolo held up a RAD School uniform but there was a slight alteration to the outfit.

“Uhm, Lord Diavolo... this has a- a skirt?” You looked at the outfit and back at Diavolo, a light chuckle escaping your lips as you joked around with The Prince.

“Yes. It does.” Diavolo’s face didn’t change, his eyes staring into you with a dedicated seriousness.

“Please tell me you’re joking?” Diavolo’s silence to your question spoke a lot more than any reply he would have said, “y-you’re not joking?” He shook his head and thrust the clothes into your chest before turning away and heading out of the room.

“I’ll be waiting on my throne, be there in under 5 minutes” You could practically feel Diavolo’s smirk in the hallway as he walked away, leaving you there, clutching the clothes with wide eyes and a deep blush.

A few minutes later you had changed and started walking down the hallway, various lower demons passing you and staring, Little D’s waving at you innocently as they went about their business.

“I’m going to kill him for doing this to me” you muttered to yourself as you walked along, hands clutching the hem of your skirt in an attempt to seem dignified as your composure defied you.

Diavolo sat on his throne, head resting in one hand and his legs spread wide open, other hand resting between his thighs, loosely hanging as his fingers twitched in anticipation. You opened the door, stepped through, and closed it behind you.

“I’m on time, I know I am” You walked towards Diavolo slowly, teasing him with this outfit, swaying your hips a little and puffing your chest further with your hands clasped together behind your back.

“I know you are. Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have been here sooner” He sat up and raised a hand, his fingers beckoning you closer.

“You can be such a brat sometimes” Your pace quickened without thinking, body desperate for his touch as you walked towards him. Diavolo only smirked, waiting for you to approach him, and as you did he sat up and crossed one leg over the other.

“You look amazing MC” His voice was low and sultry, eyeing you up with a wild gaze, tongue licking at his teeth as he savoured what you were serving him.

“Well, you did pick it out after all” Diavolo spun you around and placed his hand on your hips before dragging you closer to him and pushing his knee into your inner thighs, your body tensed up and a fire lit within the pit of your stomach, your clit reacting and becoming wetter as he continued.

“Indeed I did, and it suits you perfectly” Diavolo wiggled his foot between your legs and you obliged, knees parting and letting him in. Your eyes were glued to the floor, embarrassingly avoiding any kind of gaze that may befall you. Diavolo’s foot inched further and further up your legs until it was a hair’s breath away from your labia, his shoe invading the base of your underwear.

“D-Dia...” you shuffled on your feet, bringing your ass closer to him in the hopes of spurring him to continue.

“Hmm?” His hum was low and sultry as his foot dropped from between your legs, your body disappointed at the lack of his touch, only Diavolo’s hands remained pressed firmly on your hips. Just as your body gave up on receiving more of his touch he pulled you back to sit on his lap, his cock hard and pressing against your ass. Diavolo’s lips came to your neck, just below the baseline of your hair, his lips dotting hungry kisses along what skin it could, your hands clutched the hem of your skirt as sweat beaded upon your brow.

You gasped lightly and wiggled your hips to increase the contact, earning you a light nibble from Diavolo. His hands moved from your hips and slid under the skirt, as his fingers came to your underwear he stopped, lips leaving your neck with a disappointed grunt.

“Underwear?” He said, obviously disappointed

“Yeah?”

“I told you not to wear any” You pouted and turned your head.

“No you didn’t!” Dia glared at you, lust in his eyes as his fingers slid under the waistband.

“I’m sure I did” he knew he hadn’t but The Prince just couldn’t resist teasing you like this, your reaction was priceless. Diavolo wiggled your underwear down, the fabric clinging at the weteness between your legs. You whispered his name as one of Diavolo’s hands made its way to your vagina and fingered it gently, wetness coating the end of his fingers, he knew this would make you writhe, hips wriggling within his clutch as his fingers teased at your skin.

“Diavolo please” you whined, wiggling your hips just that little bit more into his hardening cock, you heard a low chuckle followed by a zipper, his hand hitting against your ass cheek as he worked his trousers.

“You’re impatient today, and you called me a brat” he smirked and removed his hand from your clit, instead opting to lift you by the ass and hover your entrance over his dick.

“Wait already? Are you even going to-”

“Shush.” Diavolo hissed at you before sliding one of his fingers into you, warming you up for him. Your hips jerked at the invasion, the whole of your lower stomach twisting in excitement. You moaned loudly, clit throbbing in anticipation of your ecstasy as Diavolo thrust his finger within you before sliding in a second, widening you for his cock.

When he felt like you were ready enough Diavolo removed his fingers and placed his dick at your entrance before lowering your hips down, your vagina stretching more to accept his dick, an electric current sent straight through your entire back as he filled you more and more. After he was fully in you his dick still grew more, no longer a half-chub and becoming harder by the second. Each vague movement sent a shiver through your spine as Diavolo fulfilled pleasuring you more and more.

Just as both of you were getting into it, his dick within you and ready to thrust, the doors swung open and you let out a yelp before proceeding to try and stand up but Diavolo’s hand gripped your waist and kept you down, you looked at him in surprise but he merely smiled.

“You may want to cover yourself up front, darling” you whipped your head around and slammed your hands down onto your skirt, anchoring it down and attempting to look as un-dishevelled as possible.

“My Lord?” Lucifer walked up to you both with a raised brow and a report within his hand, you smiled back at him with a red face and a toothy, unconvincing, grin.

“Yes Lucifer?” Diavolo was as composed as when you had started, his face calm and hardly a blush on his cheeks as he softly moved his hips, you let out a slight hum at the movement but kept your face in control.

“I’m sorry to disturb you but this is a matter that needs to be resolved urgently-” the words melted away into a fuzz as Diavolo proceeded to roll his hips into you, as discreetly as he could. You could tell Lucifer had an inkling as to what was going on, he was averting his gaze and a light blush dusted his cheeks as he continued to speak.

“I’m sure however you deal with it will be fine Lucifer, do not worry. I believe you’ll choose the right path” It was unlike Diavolo to simply tell Lucifer that he should deal with a problem how he sees fit, the Prince must be more unravelled than you initially thought.

“Of course My Lord, again, sorry to disturb your- uhh- private time”

“Not a problem at all, if you wish to watch you’re more than-”

“Bye Lucifer!” you basically screeched it out and ended up lifting your hips in the process, once again in a vain attempt to stand up but Diavolo yanked you down again, this time a loud moan escaping your lips and a grunt through his gritted teeth. Lucifer turned away, the pink dust now a deep red, and walked off down the hall, but as soon as his back was turned Diavolo thrust his hips up and slammed his cock into you making you moan out in pleasure, each moan spurring Lucifer to walk faster out of the room.

“So impatient” Diavolo grabbed your hands and held them behind your back, arching you forward and letting your skirt free from its enclosure. His thrusts became more hungry as the noise of skin slapping together echoed within the walls along with your own mewls and moans. Diavolo grunted behind you as he continued to pound into your cunt, your own hips bouncing to the perverted song both of you were playing in this empty throne room.

“Dia- I’m- hh- I’m-” words escaped your brain as you tried to think straight but nothing worked, your whole body was thinking with Diavolo’s dick and it wasn't providing much more than brain-cancelling pleasure, your stomach flipped and turned as your orgasm called out amongst the noise, a small crescendo to your intermittent ecstasies. Dia let go of your hands and wrapped one of his own around your chest, bringing you into his own, the other hand gripping your face and turning your head to face him before planting a deep kiss upon your lips.

Your hips moved of their own accord, accommodating the change in posture making it harder for Diavolo to thrust but you had it covered, your body bouncing up and down while keeping your lips planted firmly on his own. Your tongues battling it out in a war of spit and saliva, it drooled down your chin as you panted and breathed in each other’s dry air. Both of you were moaning, dishevelled messes, your hands reaching back and intertwining within his hair, clutching a fistful to drag your spirit back down into you as the pleasure sent your soul into heaven.

“MC hah~” this was the first time you had heard him seem un-composed, the orgasms becoming more and more apparent between you two as your moans shifted to breathy sighs and grunts. You bit down on his bottom lip and thrust his cock deep within you, hitting a G-spot you weren’t even aware of making you winded and gasp for air as your stomach dropped to the floor.

With a few last thrusts Diavolo came within you, you had moved one of your hands to your clit and began fingering yourself, just to speed you up in the hopes that you’d cum alongside Diavolo, and you did with just a second difference. Your lips had parted and Diavolo bit down into your shoulder, muffled moans vibrating through your arm as you shouted his nickname, the word ‘Dia!’ echoing through the room, and probably into the hallway.

Your juices had spilled down Diavolo’s groin, the fabric visibly wet from your orgasm, Diavolo came into you and you could feel it seeping down, trying to escape, you both sat there panting and staring at each other with a loving gaze.

“That- th- that wa- was- hah” words failed you, once again, as you came down from your highs. His dick was still within you, softening as the blood drained from it, cum seeping out little by little as it found small crevices to escape from.

Diavolo nodded and pressed a kiss onto your shoulder, “maybe we should have people walk in more often” he nuzzled into the crook of your neck and you let out a groan.

“You invited him to watch!” Diavolo chuckled at your statement and shuffled his hips around, cock still within you.

“And I meant it, did you think I didn’t?”

“Maybe a bluff, Lucifer looked like he was about to combust”

“He’s only jealous”

“Of you or me?”

“let’s go with ‘yes’ on that one.”

#obey me #obey me!#obey me lucifer #shall we date #swd #bal talks #bal writes #lucifer #obey me diavolo #diavolo #diavolo x mc #diavolo x reader #tw: vagina

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subbing-for-clones · 3 years

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The New Apprentice Part 10

Maul x Sith Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

WARNINGS: Pining, death canon and non-canon, blood

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Maul had given into your desires as he stayed behind on Zanbar while you boarded one of the Death Watch ships with Savage and Vizsla. You scoffed at the loosely hanging Pyke robes attempting to pin them back so the extra fabric wouldn't get in your way. Savage was muttering specifics with Bo closer the rear of the ship while Vizsla eyed you.

"Allow me." He sauntered over to you and expertly gathered some of the fabric behind your back, fastening it with a safety pin.

"A warrior, leader and seamster I presume." Slightly annoyed how your flesh reacted to touch. Only your master had touched you outside of combat for the first time in years. You weren't attracted to this human. Your body simply reacted because of biology, or something, you reasoned.

"I'm sure you'll come to find I'm a man of many talents." He hummed with a smirk on his face.

He dug the mask out of your pack and held it in his hands, looking deeply into the eye holes with a stoic look on his face.

"I need to ask a favor of you." His tone was firm but some kind of anxiety lay behind it. You narrowed your eyes at him expecting bile to spring from his lips.

"What?"

"I know you are powerful, a gifted fighter and I'm assuming strong with the ways of the Sith." You had no clue where he was going with this so when he paused you waited, searching his eyes for something his words didn't tell you.

"What I don't know is what stake you have in this... conflict."

"What is the favor you're dodging around Mandalorian?"

"These aren't your people. This isn't your planet. Although your current role in this siege is to make a fuss for us to stop, I ask that the chaos you spur on sticks to the script. These are my people; this is my home. I know civilians will die and I know buildings will burn but please... please don't destroy everything. I may not be a force user but I can sense that, you could."

You sighed. Why does he have to care? In a way he reminded you of the Nightbrother you loved. Commanding, fierce, taking what he wants. But encased with a hard exterior that cracked, leaking a gentle and soft core. You shook your head. Why must men be these complicated yet predictable creatures. You'd much rather go back to viewing everyone in the same light as the slaver except for Savage and Maul. It was so much easier that way, but you couldn't.

"I assure you. No one who doesn't need to die to get the point across will fall by my blades."

He actually looked relieved. Much too trusting this bald and scarred man was. You weren't lying but how could he tell?

"Thank you."

He handed you the mask, just hardly brushing his fingers against yours. Your skin still tingled when he pulled away and walked to the cockpit. You were thanking the stars that your Master had stayed on Zanbar. Simply biology. You continued to sooth yourself. Maul may not have sensed it but Savage not far from you definetly did.

He would never say anything about it however. He understood the wanting of the heart and the body often intertwined but were also separate. He held no romantic love for you but sometimes when you sparred something would stir in his belly that had nothing to do with his heat cycle. It's probably a touch starvation symptom. He knew this but also knew that Maul wouldn't be so understanding if he ever found out so he wouldn't say a word.

You had stowed away with a few Pykes in a cargo container currently being lowered onto the shipping docks. The four of you smiled and chuckled with an excited anticipation. You had given your sabers to Savage remembering the discussion that took place in the makeshift strategy tent on the moon once everyone had left but the three of you.

"We need Vizsla to be the face of our rule so the Jedi are none the wiser until I'm ready for them to come." Maul seethed in that velvety growl that never failed to make you tremble.

"One Sith causing trouble, especially if he leaves no survivors won't give us away but two or three? They'd come in full force and we aren't ready for that just yet."

The grip on your newly acquired viroblades tightened. Of course, he was right. Your master was always right. A slight wave of guilt for doubting his reasoning in the first place tugged at your heart.

You had almost lost yourself in your thoughts when the cargo entrance opened, revealing several Mandalorian guards. Every cargo container down the line burst open with Pykes pouring out, pointing blasters at the shocked men in uniform. You slashed open the throat of the one nearest you, blood spurting from his neck and spraying your loth wolf mask.

"Surrender, these docks are now under the control of the Pyke syndicate," the leader of this faction spoke smoothly.

The remaining guards nodded furiously with their arms in the air, glancing down at their slowly dying brother as he writhed, desperately trying to stop the bleeding. You threw your knife and stuck it square between his eyes just to quiet his chocked groans.

Within a matter of hours many 'hot spots' were taken under various syndicate control. The Pykes had taken the docks. The Black Suns had control of a number of public meeting grounds, leaving the city center for Death Watch to make an appearance. Savage was currently overtaking the banks with members of the Hutt Clan's minions. All was going according to your master's plan.

The following day you had hidden away your costume and disappeared into the crowd of citizens as the Duchess made her address to the people. Of course, she tried to calm them, ordering they wait this out, refusing to retaliate. You rolled your eyes so hard they could've fallen out of your head. She's making this so fucking easy.

But when Vizsla broke the skyline, hovering in front of her with his guard your stomach turned at the sight. She couldn't have been quicker to accuse him of these attacks which if course he denied. He turned to speak to his people, giving a proper introduction and spoke with authority. He kept his speech short and strong. Promising to save the planet that the Duchess had so easily and eagerly weakened. You could sense the relief and admiration from the thousands gathered in the city center through the force just before cries of joy echoed throughout. It made your heart flutter. Surely you were just picking up on the peoples' emotions you reasoned.

Slowly but surely across the city members of Death Watch were rescuing the guards and citizens from their false imprisonment. Effectively dropping Pre Vizsla's name once the scripted gangsters were in custody.

You tore away from the main vault just before Savage activated the detonator. "Keep up you weaklings!" He called to the Pykes as the two of you led the retreat eliciting a feral giggle from you. The both of you were throwing bystanders over the rail as you ran. Only one out of five actually fell to their death before they could be saved by the surviving guard.

You're supposed to rid the galaxy of fear not ignite it!

The voice boomed in your mind causing you to halt just around the corner, shaking your head furiously, confused. Death Watch was waiting for you as planned. It was Vizsla himself who fought Savage with the dark saber. Coming out of your confused stupor only sent you reeling into a new one at the sight. It was choreographed for sure but still, you did love a man who could wield a weapon of the sort. He submit Savage and turned his attention to you with a smirk on his face. Thanking the gods that the mask hid your blush as a binding cable shot out of his gauntlet, tethering around you. You fell to your knees and although that was the plan, your emotions had clouded you and it was not necessarily a false win on his part.

At this point of the plan Maul wanted you to keep a close eye on the Death Watch leader. Vizsla had his own reasons for wanting you by his side so it took little convincing for him to lend you some spare armor and a helmet as he stormed the palace with you and his team. As predicted, Satine didn't struggle and he shot you a victorious glance nudging his elbow into you. You couldn't stop the bubble of excitement as it manifested itself in a stifled giggle.

That night you stood by his side on the tallest terrace while Savage, the leaders of the Pykes and the Black Suns knelt in binders below. The crowd of Mandalorians chanted Vizsla's name as Bo Kataan addressed them, announcing that Vizsla would lead them forward if the people would accept him which they whole heartedly did.

"Its gone even better than I could've hoped."

You turned your helmeted head to face him. The voice you heard just before your capture never stopped echoing in your mind. You knew this was wrong. Your role in it anyway. You shoved your subconscious down deeply inside yourself as you responded to him.

"The people love you. They think you saved them."

"I wouldn't be where I am without you."

"Or without the Pykes, without the Hutts or the Black Suns. Truly at its root you wouldn't be here without my Master. I fear you forget, he orchestrated all of this. You'd still be on that moon grasping at straws without him." You straightened your back and looked back towards the crowd calming the storm that raged within you. Sensing his twinge of displeasure through the force as your loyalty was solidified before him.

In the throne room Maul finally joined your band of criminals. You quickly returned to his side earning an approving glance from him. Vizsla's eyes narrowed finally understanding exactly how far your loyalty lay with your master.

"Good of you to join us Lord Maul." His annoyance was adamant and you felt something uneasy stir in you. Maul seemed to sense it as well as Vizsla's guards slowly formed a half circle behind you.

"The transition of power will be seamless; we now have the support of the people and Satine to bait Kenobi." Vizsla continued, confident as ever. "With his demise our deal will be complete."

Maul crossed his arms over his chest inadvertently flexing his biceps and his chest as he rumbled.

"Your oversight requires correction... we now have a base, an army and the means to expand into other neutral systems."

Vizsla scoffed. "It wasn't an oversight. It was intentional. I don't have an interest in another systems. Your vision no longer matters."

With blasters pointed at your heads you and your master growled as the members of Death Watch placed you in binders while Vizsla took the throne.

"Oh don't fret, I'll still honor our deal. Kenobi will be dealt with but now you'll do as I say." You snarled at his words. You fucking hated the way your arms were trapped behind you. Baring your teeth, you shot daggers into him as he turned his attention to you, an almost pained look in his eyes.

"You however darling I will give one and only one chance to rid yourself of this angry brute." He loosely waved his hand in Maul’s direction. Your Master's pupils dilated and his chest vibrated in fury.

"Join me. Rule by my side and I will give you everything you could ever want." He extended his hand out to you as Bo Kataan reluctantly guided you to him.

Maul roared with a bestial, primal rage filled roar that shook the windows while his guard pressed the blaster harder into the back of his head. You smirked and leaned forward so your face was inches apart from the false king and you hummed seductively.

"You sweet, foolish human man. You have nothing I could ever want. You will never have anything I could ever want." You straightened and cleared your throat, spitting in his face.

He angrily wiped the spit off of his cheek as Bo fired her blaster that had been set to stun, dropping you to the floor at his feet.

"It’s a shame really." Vizsla grieved. "Such a waste of someone so beautiful and powerful." He kicked you down the stairs that led to the throne.

"Take them away!"

"We still have time to put in place a ruler that will bend to our will. By putting us in prison he has only placed us within reach of viable candidates." You stirred at your Master's whispers.

"Then we shall find one!" Patience gone from Savage's tone, you opened your eyes and took in your surroundings. A thick glass door, starkly bright white walls of the small cell the three of you were crammed into. You sat up on the cold bench you had been resting on. Rubbing your temple as Maul sat beside you wrapping one arm around your waist.

"Your loyalty to me is astounding and appreciated my young apprentice. You will be rewarded in due time." He traced your jawline with a finger while he turned his attention back to Savage.

"Calm yourself brother we will find one. Vizsla has imprisoned the Duchess here and various other political figures who will serve our purposes well."

"Hey! Quiet you monsters." A guard called out to the three of you.

"Savage, I wish a tour of this facility."

Maul helped you to your feet and Savage smirked, using the force to shatter the glass subsequently launching the mouthy guard over the rail and far down below. Without your sabers you reached your hand out to one more guard as he gripped at his throat. Your teeth bared you clenched your fist pulling a delicious crunching sound from his now limp body, tossing it aside.

Once you found the Duchess it didn't take long for her to point you directly to the kind of man you sought. She had thought she was being clever, sassy and insulting but like all other areas in her life; she failed.

"Thanks blondie." You taunted as the three of you made your way to the next cell. The former Prime Minister called Almec was confused that Maul was interested in him and the cause of his imprisonment. Once he explained that he was here on charges of corruption for dealing in the black market his suspicion that you were in league with Vizsla was satiated at the death of a third guard. Killed by Savage for firing a stray blast in their direction.

"I can see you are powerful but how would you overthrow Vizsla? Just the three of you?"

"He is a solider therefor bound by honor. I will challenge him to single combat and once I defeat him, take possession of the Dark Saber, the Death Watch will follow my rule. You will then act as my puppet, ruling falsely in my stead while I take control in the shadows."

"Yes. Yes that will work. According to the ancient laws of Mandalore his men will be bound to follow you."

The four of you smiled with determination as you led Almec from his cell, killing the few and far between guards that stood in your way of the throne room.

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Starting Over Chapter 33 ~Epilogue~

WARNING: VERY VERY EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT

Five Years later

Claire stepped into the shower and gasped as the spray of heat hit her skin. It was the perfect temperature and pressure. She groaned when the steam started to build up, and the water ran down her body like a caress. A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as her fingers busily worked the tangled knots in her hair. Today was the first day of their holiday, and they were going to Lallybroch for Sunday lunch. And then tomorrow, they were heading to Oxford to visit her parents' grave before flying to Italy.

Jamie had barely roused when her phone began to buzz with a message from Geillis telling her Joe would be picking uncle Lamb up before heading for Lallybroch. After a quick reply with a thumbs up, she'd kissed Jamie on the lips and decided to get up. Although it was still early for Sunday, she'd taken the opportunity to get ahead for the day.

She'd just squeezed shower gel into the sponge when the door suddenly opened.

"Jamie?"

"Hmmm?"

She peered through the thick steam and got a glimpse of her sleep-mussed husband. Enjoying the view, she waited, as he took off his boxer briefs and stepped into the shower. His large naked body dominated the massive space, and she smiled at the sight of his impressive morning erection and display of hard muscles in full masculine glory. After all these years, she never tired admiring his beautiful physique, fit and toned from running the rugby academy and personally coaching his young and upcoming talents and training with them.

"Morning Sassenach. Thought I'd join ye."

His almost transparent blue eyes held a mischievous gleam that made her wary. She fidgeted on her feet, suddenly loathing the unflattering light that highlighted her stretch marks and full hips when he looked so perfectly toned. Although she was comfortable in her own skin, and Jamie made her feel cherished, standing under the bright light made her conscious of the extra pounds her body hadn't managed to shift ever since giving birth to their daughter, Faith.

She crossed her arms over her breasts and attempted to act unconcerned. "Umm, I'll finish off. Faith might wake up and come looking for us."

He ignored her words, moving closer until the spray caught his chest and they were only an inch apart. "I've checked in on her, and she's still fast asleep. I dinnae think she'd be waking up any time soon. She went late to bed last night, mind?" His lips twitched, and his eyes lit up. "Why are ye covering yersel', Sassenach?"

She scrunched up her nose. "I'm not. Umm, I'm done. I'll go prepare breakfast."

He barred her path, arching an eyebrow. "Are ye still worried about yer weight? We've talked about this before. Ye're perfect."

"No! No, it's not that ..."

"Ye've nae idea how beautiful ye are. But ye're no' going anywhere. No' just yet anyway." He uncrossed her arms and with his index finger, traced lazy circles around her sensitive nipple, making her catch her breath. Almost five years into their marriage, not much had changed with Jamie's art of seduction, and he always knew what buttons to push.

"Jamie! We have all the time in our holidays to do this. I still have a lot of stuff to prepare, and you know how long it takes to get Faith ready," she said lamely.

"Relax, mo chridhe," he whispered, his finger travelling down her abdomen. "Our bags are packed, and I'll take care of Faith when she wakes up."

She puffed a breath. "Are you sure it's alright to leave Faith behind? Shouldn't we be taking her with us on our holiday?" she asked, a fleeting concern settling in her belly. "I know she'll be with your parents, but she's never been separated from us since birth. I still think she's too young to be away from us."

"Ye overthink too much, Sassenach. Faith is four, and ye heard her last night. She's excited to spend time with ma and da. And ye ken how much wee Jamie and Maggie adores our Faith. She'll have fun in Lallybroch, and there's plenty of things for her to do there." Jamie had a point. With Jenny's children for a company and the abundant activities for youngsters in the village, Faith probably wouldn't even miss them.

She wanted a last-ditch effort to argue, but Jamie's wandering hands was making her brain fuzzy from hormones. Without conscious volition, her hands travelled up his chest, massaging his shoulders and then moving down to skim over his hard abs. She grinned when the skin underneath her touch quivered. There was probably nothing in this world and time that would make her resist his advances even if logic strived to surface, except of course if Faith decided to wake up and walk in on them. "Why do I even bother reasoning with you," she admitted, clasping his cock and fisting him with deliberate slowness underneath the spray of water.

"Aye, why do ye even bother when ye ken it makes sense. Ah, Christ ...that feels so good," he hissed, biting his lower lip. He suddenly jerked in her hands and muttered a string of curse. "We have plenty of time before the bairn wakes up. What do ye think about making a baby brother or sister for Faith ...ummm ... starting right now?"

Make babies. Make babies. The words ricocheted around in her head like ping-pong balls. Lately, that was all Jamie had in mind, always citing Faith's need to have a sibling to grow up and play with. It sounded so oddly sexy, it caused her veins to charge with electricity and ignite every corpuscle in her body. "Oh, I don't think I'll need that much convincing," she said provocatively.

Jamie lunged forward, a low roar of satisfaction vibrating from his chest, stopping just short before their bodies touched. His hands slapped the tiles above her head, his lips delivering the barest brush on her temple. He smiled before dropping his head further and kissing her deep and hard for the longest time. When her legs wobbled with the attempt to stay upright, his arm caught her by the waist and laughed. "Ach, Sassenach," he said choppily. "I've only just kissed ye, and that body of yers reacts like I'm touching ye for the first time. Ye're killing me here."

Trying to keep herself alert and straining her ears in case Faith woke up, was a challenge, but when it came to the act of foreplay and making love with Jamie, she always almost lost herself. He was holding himself only a hairsbreadth away from her, and yet her body was screaming to be touched. With a swallow, she placed the palms of her hands against Jamie's hard stomach and coasted them over the muscular curves. "You're torturing me," she breathed, starting to become frustrated with the ache in her core. "Did you bring the baby monitor?"

"Aye," Jamie whispered, straightening up and taking the sponge to soap her body with sweeping motions, before cleaning himself. Her senses became heightened from the spray of the shower, the warmth of the steam, and his expert hands as he caressed and touched her naked flesh. Slowly, he pushed her against the wall and knelt down on the tile floor, the water rushing over his head as he leaned in and brushed his lips to her intimate flesh. "Does this ever cease ...the wanting ye? Even though I'd made love to ye last night, I want ye again and again, and my fingers are always aching to touch ye."

"Oh, Jamie," she whimpered, sliding her fingers into his hair and guiding him closer. "Enough talk and touch me now."

"Ye're no' complaining about having a bit of time for a nooky now are ye?"

"N-no," she stuttered.

"No," he echoed on a groan, his finger sliding into her wet fold, causing her to suck in a shaky breath. "Mind, the better to serve ye, Sassenach."

"Damn it, Jamie!"

He moved his lips against her softness, his broad shoulders rising and falling, as he open-mouthed kissed the flesh enfolding her core, parting it with his tongue. His teeth brushed her nub gently, and Claire nearly hit the ceiling. Her response encouraged Jamie more, his fingertips digging into the flesh of her buttocks, drawing her lower body closer to his mouth. The firm, smooth slide of his tongue separated her flesh further and travelled over her nub in a leisurely lick. "So bloody responsive, ye drive me crazy."

Claire's head fell back on its own, her back curving away from the wall. "Oh, God, oh God ..." she babbled imploring gibberish, a scream beginning to build in her chest.

He hooked her leg over his shoulder as his other hand reached out to knead her breast, deft fingers pinching her nipple. When he began to suckle her nub more urgently this time, scruff brushing against her swollen bundle of nerves, she nearly lost it, making him chuckle. She glanced down at him beneath heavy lids as she pressed her hips closer to Jamie's mouth and writhed on his tongue, the sight of his arm busily fisting himself, making her see stars. Her stomach shuddered as her vision started to blur, the pressure bordering and coiling in her middle.

"Jamie ...please ..." she sobbed. "Inside me ...now."

He made a strangled noise and stood, his fingers sinking into her hair, to tug her head back and keep it still. Pressing their mouths together, his tongue plunged in for a deep kiss as his other hand cupped the juncture of her thighs, the pad of his thumb stroking her nub. When she began to whimper and thrash, he turned her around.

"Place yer hands against the wall," he commanded, hoarsely.

Her tummy dropped to the floor. Closing her eyes, she obeyed, her need intensifying a hundredfold as Jamie eased her legs apart.

He shoved her wet curls to the side and nibbled her earlobe, his cock poised at her entrance. "In as much as I love to hear ye scream, Sassenach, we have to be really quiet," he muttered thickly.

She could only nod, her face hot, and her body shaking with anticipation.

His tongue travelled down her neck as he moved his hand down between her thighs, his finger rubbing ever so lightly over her throbbing flesh.

She stiffened, her hips flexing of their own accord. "Oh God," she moaned.

"Oh, aye." With one swift thrust, he took her from behind, his cock burying deep to the hilt, making her gasped and pushed back against him for more, torn between the need to feel his finger and the ache in her core for him to fill. He grunted with pleasure, pushing in and out of her with steady strokes, his fingers busily working her nub.

When his moves became more erratic, and his breathing shallow, his hold on her hips tightened, chanting her name under his breath. He took her with primal abandon, giving her everything he got, claiming her fully with each hard, deep stroke. Dropping his head, he bit her shoulder, his hips pounding hard behind her and one hand reaching up to cover her mouth.

Her body clenched underneath him, and she cried out in a muffled throaty gasp, the orgasm seizing her like an iron fist, waves after waves of pleasure washing over her and wracking her with tremors. When she shattered completely, he arched back and let out a low stifled roar, emptying his seed, jerking helplessly from his release.

Breathing hard, he held her tight, his hand kneading her breast and his hips slowing their movements. They stood like that for a long while, their breathing and heartbeats in synced, the shower beating down on them, relaxing their muscles.

Finally, Jamie turned her around and kissed her on the forehead. "Christ, Sassenach, how did I ever survive ye?"

Claire laughed. "How about my legs? They feel like jelly."

"And my heart feels like it's going to burst. It's like that every time with ye."

"You're just sex crazy."

"Ach, ye bring it out of me," he grinned.

They were about to lock themselves into each others' embrace once more when the baby monitor crackled. They both stilled, and Jamie immediately turned off the shower. They heard Faith's voice. It was distant at first, kind of muffled, and then suddenly it turned into a shriek. "Mummy?!? Daddy?" She was outside their bathroom door.

Grinning, Claire gave Jamie an I-told-you-so look before stepping out of the shower. "I'm coming, sweetheart," she said in a sing-song voice before throwing Jamie a towel. After she'd quickly dried and wrapped herself in a bathrobe, she opened the bathroom door and closed it behind her. "Hello, darling. You're up early."

Faith's face was still flushed from sleep and almost matched the shade of her shoulder-length curls, the colour of a red deer's pelt as Jenny called it. She looked delightfully cosy and adorable in her pink flannel onesie and fluffy bunny slippers. "What are ye doing?" she asked, one hand clutching a teddy bear by the ear and another rubbing an eye. When Claire got down on her knees, Faith dropped her toy and held out her arms wide for a cuddle.

Smiling, Claire drew her in into an embrace, deeply inhaling her sweet baby smell. "I had a shower with daddy. He'll be out soon. Did you sleep well?"

Faith nodded as she laid her face on Claire's shoulder and began to suckle her thumb, making wet noises.

Claire gently took Faith's hand from her mouth. "Don't do that, sweetheart; otherwise, you'll get buck teeth."

Faith pulled away and frowned, looking a lot like Jamie whenever his brows furrowed in concentration. "What's buck teeth?"

Claire made a funny face and made her upper front teeth overlap her lower lip. "Djis ish what bucschteeth look like."

Faith giggled, dramatically clutching her belly. "Ye're so funny, mummy."

Before Claire could respond, the bathroom door opened and Jamie came out in his bathrobe. "Is that my princess I hear?" he boomed.

Faith's blue eyes lit up, the sleepy look she had only a few seconds ago already evaporated to be replaced with excitement. "Daddy!" she shrieked, running towards him as if they hadn't seen each other for weeks when in fact, it was Jamie who tucked her into bed last night.

Jamie stooped down and caught her with his hands. "Ooooff," he groaned when she crashed into him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Ach, my princess is such a big lass already. Ye ken what today is?"

Faith leaned back to look into his eyes and nodded vigorously. "I'm staying with Granmaw and Granpa for a holiday."

"That's right. And have you made something for yer other grans in Oxford to take with us? Mind, mummy and I are going to visit them tomorrow."

"My English Granmaw and Granpa in heaven?"

Claire's heart expanded. Jamie had always made sure to include her parents' in Faith's bedtime story. It was imperative for him that their daughter knew of her English lineage and everything else about Claire's side of the family. It was something that touched Claire to the core whenever she was reminded of Jamie's story, visiting her parents' grave five years ago to ask her hand in marriage. It was one of those little things that made her love him more.

"Aye, that's right. So did ye make something?"

"Aye and also for mummy's birthday."

"Wow, that's a lot," he said, winking at Claire, tucking a tongue in his cheek to tamp down the mirth that was obviously building up. "So, what did ye make?"

"I coloured some flowers," she replied, her lips adorably rolling and unrolling as she looked at her father.

Jamie's eyebrow arched, his eyes twinkling. "Aah, flowers. What sort of flowers?"

"The blue sort," she chirped, her wee hands clasping Jamie's face. "Wanna see it?"

"Aye, definitely. Will you go and get it for me, leanbh? We need to pack it in the suitcase." Jamie gently put her down and kissed her on the forehead. "And I have a pressie for ye ... it's somewhere in yer wardrobe in yer bedroom ...or perhaps under yer bed ...I cannae mind. If ye can find it, ye may open it."

Faith eye's widened and clapped her hands "A pressie, daddy?" She was already skipping out of their bedroom and down the hallway.

As soon as Faith disappeared, both sprung into action, Claire throwing a pair of sweatpants at Jamie and pulling a shirt from the wardrobe for him to wear. They laughed out loud when their eyes met across the bed, and they were still laughing when Faith skipped back into the room with her new toy puppy complete with a leash and her coloured artwork. "Whatsofunny?"

Jamie grinned as he put on a t-shirt. "Mummy did a trumpet."

Claire sputtered, glaring at Jamie. "I certainly did not!"

"Ye remember the rules for tooters, Faith?"

"Aye! Aye! Better to toot and bear the shame, than hold the toot and bear the pain!" she said, giggling, jumping up and down, dropping the toy and her artwork.

"Good heavens, who taught you that?" Claire asked, looking down at her daughter in disbelief.

"Uncle Rabbie!" Faith shouted, still bouncing and laughing. "Mummy ye tooted. And daddy said ye always smell of flowers." She suddenly stilled and sobered up, her beautiful blue eyes growing big as saucers. "Did flowers come out, mummy?"

Jaime collapsed back onto the bed, doubled over with laughter and in stitches, and Faith took that as her cue to climb on top of him. He immediately grabbed her, tossing his daughter sideways and tickling her middle until she squealed.

Claire gave them a look of mock exasperation, inwardly smiling over being accused of flower fart, but both ignored her, father and daughter totally engrossed in each other's lovefest. They were always like this whenever they were together. And every time Jamie looked at Faith, his face was full of the divine, absorbing her as if she were springwater to his parched soul. At nightfall, when he tucked her to bed, he'd hold her like she was the most precious gift in the world, singing Gaelic songs, whispering endearments and promises of forever love. His daughter's presence always lit his eyes up with pure joy and love, just like now as if he still couldn't believe she was part of him. It was the most beautiful thing to witness, and it made her eyes well up every single time.

"Ye haven't told me yet if ye like yer pressie," Jamie asked Faith after their laughter had died down.

Faith rewarded him with a noisy smacker on the lips. "Thank ye, daddy, I love it. When do I get a real doggie?"

Jamie burst out laughing, and Claire cleared her throat to get his attention. Faith had always wanted a dog, and Jamie would've happily got one right away with the animal rescue centre not far from where they lived if they hadn't talked about this before. They knew the apartment was no place for a dog, especially when their daughter wanted a big one. "Mummy and I have been talking about having a dog. And we've figured, to have a dog, we need a bigger place to live in. So, I think after Christmas, we will start looking for a house with a big garden for ye and the doggie to play in."

A light pucker between Faith's brows appeared. "How many sleeps more 'til I get a doggie then?"

"Plenty of sleep, leanbh," Jamie sighed, gathering her into his arms and onto his lap. "That is why I bought ye the toy puppy so ye can have one to play with until we can get a real one."

"I love my toy puppy daddy, and I love you too."

"And I love ye," Jamie said, hugging her tight and giving her raspberry kisses on her neck, eliciting more peals of laughter.

Claire spoke past the lump in her throat. "Alright, that's enough, you two. How about waffles for breakfast?"

"Waffles!" Faith whooped, wriggling and slipping away from her father's hold. She ran out of the room, shouting waffles and something about chocolates. As soon as they were alone again, Jamie rose from the bed and padded towards her.

"Happy?" he asked, drawing her into his arms.

She tipped her head up and smiled at him. "Very."

"Good. Ye get dress, and I'll prepare the batter for the waffles." Then he kissed her, slow and thorough, with a gentleness that made her heart sigh with pleasure.

"Icky!" Faith screeched, from the bedroom doorway.

Jamie grinned. "I'm glad ye think so, leanbh. Stay on that track for me until ye're thirty, aye?" With a wink, he took Faith's hand and headed towards the kitchen.

As Claire watched them go, all sorts of vision for the future rolled in. The past years hadn't been easy for all of them. Although she had gained her residency back at the Royal Infirmary back then and never questioned her own drive to succeed, she did worry that it would be challenging to balance her work with dreams of having a family. She'd hoped to start a family when she and Jamie had more control over their respective schedules, but things hadn't gone as planned. She became pregnant three months before she returned to clinical residency.

Adjusting from maternity leave back to clinical work felt like she was functioning like a robot. Claire had to wake up every two hours at night to feed her baby, and she was so dazed that she covered their apartment in post-it note reminders: bring the pump to work, the nipple protectors, the ice packs to keep the milk cold.

Their hired nanny and help, Mrs Bugs may have been lovely and heaven-sent, but she couldn't shirk the guilt she felt spending twelve hours shifts away from her child. There had been mornings when she sat in her car crying because she didn't want to leave Faith, and Jamie had been helpless in consoling her since the rugby academy had had its own teething problems.

The last straw was when Faith had developed a fever. Mrs Bugs had been away for the weekend, Jamie inundated with his own work and Claire couldn't be late for her operating shift, but Faith's daycare wouldn't have accepted her if they knew she was sick. So she did what any desperate mothers would have done and got inventive - she slipped liquid Calpol into her bottle, in the hopes of lowering her temperature and dropped her off. Later that day, while performing a surgery, her eyes had continually checked the clock, willing the operation to finish in time for pickup. She'd prayed that the daycare wouldn't realise she was feverish. At that point, she felt like she was failing as a mother and as a resident, and she knew something had to give. She'd thought about quitting medicine a lot, but it wasn't in her nature.

Between her career as a surgeon and her beautiful family, she'd chosen her family, and transferred back to The Royal Hospital for Sick Children to work as a part-time paediatrician. Part-time was putting it mildly since she still worked forty hours a week; nevertheless, it was better than her former sixty hours. Although she missed being a full-time surgeon, seeing Faith grow up had been worth the sacrifice. Now she had more time for her family and helping with the academy, and she'd be able to give Jamie the big family he wanted and create a home. She was more than happy with that.

"Mummy, mummy!"

And of course, with the academy running well and fully staffed and Faith in safe hands in Lallybroch while they go on a much needed holiday, she and Jamie would be able to spend time planning their future for a new home.

"Mummy?" Faith prompted again, tugging her hand until she got Claire's attention. "Can I have choccie sauce on my waffle? Daddy says to ask ye."

"That depends," Claire replied, tapping her freckled, button nose. "You can only have choccie sauce if you eat at least one fruit."

"Daddy is cutting apples." Faith snagged her hand and pulled her from the bedroom. "And he's making juice, coffee, waffles. No choccie sauce."

"Well let's go make some then," Claire said as they walked hand in hand in the kitchen, her daughter's excitement rubbing off on her.

They ate their breakfast animatedly, laughed out of sheer silliness and came up with new ideas for their new home, always including Faith in their conversation. When their daughter eventually passed out on the couch from her chocolate-induced hysteria, Claire cleaned up the kitchen while Jamie did a few business calls.

Life was good, she thought, and she couldn't wait to find their new family home and have their baby number two. She hoped and prayed it would happen very soon.

..........

Jamie paused in the kitchen, looking around. He was making sure they had everything they needed for their holiday and picking up things Faith might need in Lallybroch, like her Disney water bottle, plate and cutleries. Claire was giving Faith a bath, and Mrs Bug, who came to clean up the apartment once a week hadn't arrived yet. Every space in the apartment held the joyous clutter of two females. Glossy catalogues, colouring books and colourful magazines were lying scattered on the counter. There were traces of peanut butter cookies by the hob left by Faith which she wasn't supposed to eat after the chocolate sauce she'd already had for breakfast. There were two high-heeled shoes and one pair of pink glittered sneakers kicked underneath the table. A baby-blue unicorn with long hair and her new puppy toy took up two chairs. The scents of flowers and baby cream wafted in the air. A Cinderella lip balm and a bottle of red nail polish sat lined up neatly next to his expensive bottle of whisky and brandy.

His eyes burned as he poured himself a glass of water. He wasn't a man given to tears, but with everything going on in his life, he couldn't help but be overwhelmed by how everything had been falling to place the last couple of years. They'd gotten used to setbacks, obstacles and problems that accompanied a new marriage, Claire's unplanned pregnancy and starting their own rugby academy. He couldn't believe they had come out unscathed and they were stronger as a unit more than ever when there had been many frustrations and fights. But having a solid family and friends for support and plenty of make-up sex helped to tide them over their difficulties.

Since Claire had accepted his marriage proposal, his life had shifted. A lightness Jamie had never truly experienced before poured through him. It was as if by finally allowing himself to open up, he'd discovered new strength and happiness he'd been keeping himself from. Loving Claire hadn't been a choice because right from the beginning, even before they both realised or accepted it, she'd been his and he was hers. The overwhelming feeling of his need for her had outweighed the fear, and it went beyond physical. He'd craved her presence, her love, her heart, her character, her humour, her selflessness, her loyalty, and even her temper. He needed all of it. He hadn't been supposed to be the nervous one, but his brave Sassenach had enough nerves and strength for both of them when she'd decided to take her chance on him. For that, the love inside him had expanded to include a little darkness and a hell lot of possessiveness. They had always been there, ready to flow into the intense feelings Claire had stirred, but his instinct had risen up and set them free. And he would move heaven and earth to protect his family and make them happy.

It had only been a year ago after Ned Gowan had brought forward more witnesses, was Forbes finally prosecuted for his other secret transgressions that had gone unpunished for years. The trials had been lengthy due to Forbes' ability to circumvent the law and connection to the best lawyers. After Forbes had been arrested for spiking Jamie's drink, Ned knew it was only a matter of time before he was released on parole or bribed someone for his acquittal. Ned Gowan's resilience, ingenuity and resourcefulness coupled with the investigative skills of the reporters Rupert and Angus helped in keeping Forbes in jail. To this day, there were still more victims coming forward, suppressed by years of threats of scandal. Jamie could now rest at ease, knowing Forbes wouldn't be able to hurt his academy nor his family with false stories as his business had been reduced tremendously to recompense his victims.

Tamping down the emotions threatening to overflow, he set down his glass in the sink and picked up the pile of mail. Sifting through, he studied a doctor's envelope inscribed to Claire. He was about to put it down when the letter fell out of it. The envelope hadn't been sealed properly. Curious, he unfolded it. It was regarding the doctor's findings on Claire's discomfort on the side of her abdomen. When the pain had begun, she'd self-diagnosed having a kidney infection. She'd refused to take antibiotics until she was sure her self diagnosis was accurate. So she'd arranged a urinalysis for herself and submitted it to the lab for routine testing.

To his relief, the kidney infection she'd suspected came out negative, but there was more, so he browsed through the medical vernaculars until his eyes settled on something that made more sense. His heart stopped. Slowly he reread it, the words jumping out of the letter to blast him full force. Claire might not have a kidney infection, but she was two months pregnant. Fierce satisfaction uncurled, and he began to laugh. Too bad, his Sassenach wouldn't be able to enjoy a glass of bubbly when they share the news to his family later.

"Daddy? Whatsofunny?"

Jamie looked down at his daughter's flushed face, her hair done up in pig-tails and dressed in a jumpsuit romper and pink sweatshirt. He knelt down in front of her and smiled. "I'm happy, leanbh, that's why I'm laughing. Can I ask ye something?"

Faith nodded and moved closer, her eyes widening in anticipation as she waited with bated breaths.

"What do ye think about having a baby brother or sister sometime in the near future?"

She shrugged, her little shoulder touching her ear. "I want a doggie more, but a baby is nice too."

"Weel, how about if I say, ye can have both once we moved to a bigger house."

"Okay. I can have the doggie and ye, the baby."

Jamie's chest shook with silent laughter. "That's a deal." He got up and patted her wee bottom. "Go and find mummy then so we can go to see yer grans."

Happy with their conversation, Faith dashed off to find Claire. He couldn't wait to see his wife's face when she finally learned of her pregnancy.

..........

Claire snorted and shook the paper in front of her. "You call that journalism? How do the reporters get away with printing such rubbish as news?"

They had just finished lunch, and they were all sat around the long family table in Lallybroch while the children played in the living room watched over by Jenny and his parents.

Uncle Lamb worriedly glanced at Claire as his brother Rabbie stood up and peered over her shoulder. "Mmmm, the cameraman is to blame. Taken at a wrong angle, ye look peely-wally there, Claire."

Nowadays it was seldom to find Jamie's name in the gossip columns of the local papers unless it had something to do with his academy. The first time his wedding had made it to the news, it had been a shock to many and speculations had been rife all across the social media. Some even citing that Claire had trapped him into marriage with Frank Randall's child. Busy with their own respective work, Jamie and Claire had been able to ignore the gossips, and eventually, the stories, that had been mostly exaggerated, died a natural death. But now and again, someone would recognise them on the street and take a photo, just like one of Claire coming out of a grocery store which somehow made it in today's news. The headline described Claire looking sombre and wondered if there was trouble in the Fraser marriage.

Rabbie was right though. Claire looked pale in the photo. It must have something to do with her pregnancy. He sort of suspected she was pregnant already even before he read that urinalysis result earlier. He'd always kept track of her menstrual cycle and the changes in her body and moods. But when he'd mentioned about missing her period earlier this month, Claire had simply put it down to the excitement of their upcoming holiday.

Jamie ignored the funny tingle in his gut and reminded himself not to announce their news without consulting his wife first. He needed to make an effort tamping down his excitement.

Willie signalled Rabbie to pour Claire a glass of Chablis and slid it across the table to her. "Here, Claire, have a sip of this."

Jamie immediately grabbed the wine glass causing Claire to glare at him. To his relief, she didn't try to retrieve it back.

"And look at this," she exclaimed, a finger jabbing at the black-and-white print of news. "They're claiming I've let myself go and that I look fat."

Jamie's legs started to bounce under the table. "Sassenach, ye said so yersel '...what those so-called journalists write is rubbish. Why are ye getting so worked up? It never bothered ye before."

Claire glowered and pursed her lips. "It's the body shaming I don't like. It's unfair to us women. We're expected to have babies and still look like a model at the end of it. It's this sort of writing that makes women go to extreme lengths to look good even if they're doing more harm than good to their bodies."

He gave her a sympathetic look and reached out for her hand. "I understand, Sassenach but readers have to take responsibility for what they read. If people believe everything that is ever written in print without questioning it, they only have themselves to blame."

"I guess you're right," she grumbled. "I should know better by now."

"Hey, Claire," Rabbie butted in. "If it's any consolation to ye, my mates think ye're lush. Ye'd give any lassies in their early twenties a run for their money. And ye're smart too, to boot."

Jamie frowned at his younger brother. "I hope ye mentioned to them she's married to me."

"Jamie!" Claire snapped. "Stop acting like a caveman!"

Instead of his usual smart retort, Rabbie got up and disappeared into the kitchen.

"See what you've done?" Claire pointed out.

"Ach, Jamie, everyone kens Claire's with ye," Willie sighed. "Ye make sure of that all the time, piddling a boundary around her."

"Exactly!" Claire shot, looking at her husband. "Why Jamie does that, I have no idea. It's as if he can't trust me."

Jamie's eyes widened, too dumbfounded to say anything. Uh-oh! What's happening to wifey? This is not how are day suppose to turn out.

Geillis, who had been quiet the whole time browsing through the family's album with uncle Lamb, gave Claire a funny look.

Claire noticed. "What?"

Geillis looked at uncle Lamb, shrugged and continued to flip the pages. "Mood swing much, Claire? First, ye're giggly throughout lunch, and now ye're mardy and snappy."

Claire looked at Joe, waiting for him to say something. But Joe only raised his hands as if pleading ignorance. "LJ seems fine to me."

Snapping the album shut, Geillis glared at Joe. "She's not fine, and it's alright not to be fine." And then she turned her attention to Claire. "So what's up with ye? Have ye eaten something that didnae agree with ye ...like a whole watermelon?"

Jamie choked and sputtered the wine he was drinking, and Willie began to thump him on the back. "What the fuck, Jamie?"

Before anyone could react, Rabbie reappeared at the table with a plate of white chocolate cheesecake drizzled with raspberry sauce.

Immediately, his wife perked up.

"Here, Claire, I ken ye like cheesecake," Rabbie offered after he'd slice a piece for her.

Jamie glowered at his brother, who always seemed to come out the good guy despite his cheekiness.

"Thank you, that's sweet," Claire smiled, unaware of the tension she'd created with her hormone-induced mood. "You're a star."

"Ye're welcome," Rabbie replied, launching Jamie a haughty look.

Jenny peeked her head out of the kitchen. "Hey, Claire, do you want to try the tiramisu? I made it earlier with a bit of my own twist."

"No!" The moment Jamie shouted the word, he wished the floor would open up and swallow him in one whole. Everyone, including his wife, was staring at him with incredulity. "W-weel ..." he stammered, feeling the heat on the tips of his ears. "Tiramisu has raw eggs in it."

"And??" Everyone said all at once.

Uncle Lamb peered over the paper Claire was reading only a while ago and shook his head. "With all the information at your disposal and floating around the internet, I'm still surprised you kids still don't get it. Claire's pregnant."

Everyone stopped. Gaped. Jamie was relieved his wife's pregnancy was out, and it didn't come from him.

A big grin transformed Geillis' features. "I knew it!"

"I'm pregnant?" Claire smiled, her face turning angelic once more. "How did you know?" she asked Uncle Lamb.

Quentin folded the paper and sighed. "You're moody and Jamie's acting strange. Either yer hormones is rubbing off on your husband, or he knows about your pregnancy. Simple as that."

His wife gave him a questioning look, and Jamie had no choice but to get up from his chair and take Claire's hand. He excused themselves from their family and friends and tugged her into the kitchen. Once alone, he took her into his arms.

"We're pregnant, mo chridhe," he whispered and explained about the letter from earlier.

After Jamie was done, he stroked her hair while Claire tried to absorb the information.

When she finally spoke, she lifted her head and gifted him with a beautiful smile. "I can't believe you found out I'm pregnant before I did and I'm a doctor. Nothing is or would ever be conventional with us, is it Jamie?"

"I wouldnae ken what's conventional or no', but one thing I ken I wouldnae trade what we have for anything in the world. Ye're a funny lass, and I'm a complicated man, but our hearts are in the right place every single time when it comes to loving each other," he said gruffly.

The low sun coming from the window caught the sheen in her eyes. "I suppose that's true and what we have between us is impossible to express at times. It's real, and it's humungous, and sometimes the magnitude of it creates imperfections. I embrace those imperfections because they mean I get to love the most wonderful man I know."

"And I get to be the luckiest bastard on earth. Look at what we've got, Sassenach," he said quietly, brushing a kiss across her forehead. "We've got everything. We have Faith and another baby on the way."

"Everything and much more," she breathed.

He leaned in and kissed her lips, lingering a moment before repeating the pledge he'd made on their wedding day and every day since. "You and me and our family, in it together."

"Forever and ever."

The End

#melodyheart #startingover #ClaireBeauchamp/JamieFraser #outlanderfanfic

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Stars Above

GN person, slight use of Y/N, angst, smut

TW: unprotected sex

Tags: @vesperstalksclones

CHAPTER TWO

You turned involuntarily, having felt a presence materialize to your right. Boba’s eyes met your watery ones.

“That was intense,” you murmur softly. A tear trails down your cheek.

Soft leather touched your face, wiping the tear away. You blink in surprise and open your mouth to say something. You close it becase you realize you have nothing to say.

 “You did well, little one.”

This acknowledgment made you feel even worse. More tears fell from your face.

Both his hands came up to cradle your face while you looked down with your eyes. He pushed your glasses up to the bridge of your nose and wiped your tears with his thumbs. Your eyes met again. He was magnetic. You inched a toe closer to him. Then another one. You were still making eye contact. He looked as if he was trying to solve an arithmetic problem, his brows furrowed with a curious expression. His dark eyes looked deeply into yours. You looked back, a tear seeping out of one eye, causing you to blink it away.

“I don’t know why you seem so intent on this,” he said gruffly.

You half smiled and blinked away more tears, which he wiped away. You weren’t quite sure what to say. This moment was tenuous. A ghost of a thought. You paused, thinking, then decided to throw caution to the wind again. When it came to him that seemed to be your way.

You took one big step and crashed yourself into him, not giving him the time to stop you. Your lips met with his. They were dry, slightly chapped from the weather. Not unlike your own. He doesn’t resist you, but he also doesn’t kiss back. His hands have landed awkwardly on your shoulders. You press yourself to him as tightly as you do when you’re on the speeder, and kiss him feverishly.

Suddenly he is kissing back, drinking you in. His hands run over your body to your waist. He puts his arms around you and crushes you into him. His tongue parts your lips and explores your mouth. You tentatively do the same. He pulls away, his face an inch from yours. He regards you for a moment. You are out of breath, flushed, eyes still slightly swollen from crying. Before you can react, he pulls you into another deep kiss.

When you finally come up for air, both of you are out of breath, dazed, excited. You slowly realize you can feel his erection through your clothing. You smile and tilt your head in the direction of the Slave 1, asking to go inside. His eyes slide over to the Slave 1 and back to yours. Suddenly he grabs your ass with both hands, lifting you up. You wrap your legs around him. You are pressed into his broad, strong chest. You swoon, hardly noticing him walking up the ramp, closing the door, and making his way through the ship. You experimentally kiss him again, and he responds, deeply. He walks into a wall, and then corrects his course slightly. You look up at him innocently and he shrugs.

Suddenly you were in a room you had never seen before. It was a slightly larger version of your own quarters. The captain’s quarters. You let that sink in the same time that you realize you’ve been set down on the bed. You look up at Boba, who is still standing. He looks down at you.

“Why are you here?”

“No questions,” you say slyly.

He raises an eyebrow, but gets into bed, pushing you down into the mattress. His eyes wander down your body to your groin. You moan softly, wishing it was his hands. Suddenly, he yanks your pants off, hands darting out from his sides. The speed in which this happens shocks you, and you nearly feel scandalized. He tosses your pants to the side. You realize your underwear is also gone. You feel strong arms grip your thighs halfway up, and spread your legs wider. You assist gladly, and he smirks.

 “Eager are we now?”

You blush, but your arousal can’t be denied. He pulls you down the bed, closer to him. You shiver in anticipation. He eyes you darkly and slows down to a drag. You shiver again, and try to move yourself down. He grips your thighs more tightly in warning, pushing back against you. You realize he’s teasing you. You eye him and mock pout. He looks at you intensely and resumes pulling you down the bed.

When you finally arrive, he lets go of your thighs and slides his hands up, up, up. You quiver and a moan slips out. He grins, stopping. You pout for real this time. He lowers himself to barely above your body. You can feel his breath on your most sensitive area. He knows it and quietly drives you crazy for a moment.

Your legs spread even wider and a louder moan slips out. Suddenly his hands resume their mission, but this time he slides them down and grabs your ass. He pulls you closer to him and licks you. You writhe in pleasure, moaning. He continues for a moment, then pulls away slowly. He is still close enough for you to feel his breath. You crave his touch, whimpering honestly and looking for his eyes.

He smiles, “So needy, little pet.”

Your body is filled with electricity at the moniker. You can hardly focus your eyes on anything. He is on you again then, licking and sucking greedily. You feel your orgasm approaching. You moan loudly, your hands reaching for his head. They run over the ridges and smooth areas of his scars. The electricity in your body is nearly overwhelming.

He abruptly pulls away, making you gasp.

“Not yet, pet.”  He flips you over and pulls your ass into the air. His hands leave you and you hear clothing rustling. You would turn around to look, but you were wrecked with arousal and anticipation. His hands return lightly to your ass. You shudder and almost cry in happiness. He takes one finger and lightly circles your entrance. You squirm and push back onto it. He removes it.

“Patience.”

You moan loudly, trying to convey your displeasure. It comes out a desperate plea. He resumes. Slowly. He continues to tease you until you are begging for his cock. He gently pushes two fingers into you, then pulls out agonizingly slowly.

“I’m going to fuck you now.”

The words almost make you cum. He removes his fingers, but replaces them with something better. You resist the urge to push back, knowing it will earn you a time out. You were done with waiting.

His cock circles your entrance slowly. Ever so slowly. Your body buzzes. He finally begins to enter you. Your body shudders and you cry out softly as the head of his cock splits you open, sliding in, stretching you. He painstakingly slowly enters you. You try not to react, not wanting him to stop but hardly able to keep from crying out. Finally he bottoms out in you. He pulls out suddenly, making you quiver. He enters you again at a faster pace. You writhe under him, feeling him split you open again. Then it begins. He gives you a little time to get used to him, then starts to pump into you with force. He slams into you, bottoming out over and over. You feel your orgasm approaching, and start to squirm under him. His hands grip you like a vice as he holds you in place. You scream out in earnest then, on the edge of a precipice as he is deep inside of you.

He pushed you over it,” Cum for me, pet.”

You teeter off the edge of the cliff, your orgasm exploding. You moan his name over and over, unable to stop. Suddenly you realize he is moaning too. His rutting becomes sloppier, more urgent, needy. His hands grip you, keeping you in place. You push back against him, pleasure still flowing through you as he fucked you through your orgasm. The thought of him cumming because of you was almost too much. Suddenly, you had a thought.  ”Cum inside me Boba,” you pant.

This was the right thing to say. He cums, grunting, and you feel his cock twitch as he spills himself inside of you. You smile a self satisfied smile. He continues to fuck you, but at a slower pace, until finally he pulls out. The absence of his cock in you makes you whimper. He lets go of your hips and you drop to the mattress, sweaty, panting, and wanting more.

He pushes you to the side, laying down between you and the wall. Your side touches his chest, and you sigh happily. He runs a hand through your hair, surprisingly gently. You both bask in the post coital glow.

After a few minutes, you roll over to look at him. He is lying on his side with his eyes half closed, unfocused and unguarded. You smile broadly, not thinking of the future or anything really other than the present. He suddenly seemed to snap out of his trance, eyes focusing on yours.

“Your quarters are in use for tonight; you can sleep here.”

He stirred to get up. You reach out impulsively, grabbing his strong shoulder and trying to pull him down. He doesn’t budge in the direction you’re trying to pull, but he also stops moving away.

He exhaled gently and met your gaze as you said, “Stay with me.”

You wanted to say more but your breath caught in your throat. You were circling around something.

“If you insist,” he said gruffly, his lack of argument surprising you.

He lowered himself back down to the bed. You stared at each other.

“Tell me something about yourself.”

He seems surprised. His lips part, “My story is not very suitable for bedroom talk.”

You flush at the phrase ‘bedroom talk.’ You try to recover, “That’s okay; mine is boring so it’ll balance out.”

He smirks, presumably at your flushed cheeks, “You first, pet.”

You adjust your positioning on the mattress, being careful not to lose physical contact with Boba. He hums softly.

“I was born on Tatooine to a slave,” you started. His expression softened. “She worked all my life to buy my freedom. When I could finally leave, I was 17, and she sent me away with a few credits to find a better life. Well, I landed several settlements over as a mechanic, and I’ve been there ever since.”

“And now you’re 18,” he said jokingly, raising one eyebrow jovially.

You roll your eyes in jest, “I’m 23, a ‘real adult’ now.”

He became serious then, but before he could say anything you tacked on, “A very callow adult.”

He looked at you skeptically but said nothing. Silence filled the room.  You couldn’t take it, “Well?”  ”Well what?”

“You said you would tell your story if I told mine.”  He mercurially said, “I never said that I would, I just said you first.”

You stare at him in shock. Was he really not going to tell you anything?

He broke eye contact, “I’m just a simple man making my way through the galaxy. Like my father before me.”

You pushed down the annoyance that that told you literally nothing, and instead grabbed ahold of the one thing he had dangled, “Tell me about your father.”  He looked at you then, a strange look on his face. It was a mixture of many emotions that you could’t read. Part of being callow, you guessed.

“He was a great man. He was a wonderful parent to me.”

This felt like to him it was revealing a lot, so you nodded encouragingly. “Tell me your favorite childhood story.”  Boba seemed lost for an answer. You tried again, “Tell me about a time you were a little shit and got in trouble.”

He grinned at this. You had unlocked something. You settled down as he began.

***

When you woke he had gone. You stretched out, enjoying the extra space as well as the fact that it was Boba’s bed. You stayed there for a few minutes until you sat up. Your insides were sore and you noticed the bruises on your thighs and hips. Boba. You didn’t mind, it was a reminder that last night had in fact happened. You grabbed your pants and underwear off the floor and dressed swiftly. You began to glance around his quarters, but without him there your presence felt invasive. He had left you here alone, but still it didn’t feel right.

You heard the door swish closed behind you. You were standing in the cockpit, behind the chairs. You looked up at the captain’s chair, oddly enough horizontal while Slave 1 was on the ground. You filed this thought away for later use.

You stopped at the kitchenette and ate quickly, then grabbed a cup of coffee to drink as you went off in search of Boba. You had entirely forgotten about the mysterious woman until she came into view. You stopped abruptly, both surprised at her existence as well as the fact that she was out of bed. She was facing you when you entered the cargo bay. She was sitting and Boba was standing near her. It appeared you had interrupted a conversation.  ”And here you are,” the woman said.

You stopped where you stood, only just having entered the room.

“Good morning,” you said, feeling awkward. Your eyes flitted from her to Boba. He seemed relaxed, so you decided the woman was okay.

“This is Fennec Shand,” Boba began. “She’s going to be staying on the Slave 1 from now on.”

Your mouth drops open and you quickly pick it up. You look to Fennec for confirmation. She nods her head. You suddenly dislike her and her smug face. You try not to let this show.

“Oh,” you say.

Boba shifted his weight, “Fennec will take your quarters and you will have mine until you are finished with the work. I’ll take the hammock in the meantime.”

“I hope that’s okay with you, Y/N?” Fennec asked.

 You are focused mostly on composing yourself and almost miss the question. “Yeah.. yes, it’s totally fine. I’ll get my stuff out of there before night.”

There is a short pause. “Well, I have work to complete,” you blurt out. Without another word you break off from the conversation and duck practically inside the Slave 1’s wall just about as far away as you can get from them. Which is not far. You feel vaguely ridiculous. You do have work to do, so you hide in there and get to it. You hear their conversation continue, but you can’t make it out and honestly you don’t want to.

 ***  You sighed and took one last look around the room. You had gathered your things from your old quarters, now Fennec’s. You headed to the captain’s quarters to drop your stuff off. After that it was time for dinner, you were starving.

 When the door swished open, Boba was inside.   “Sorry!” You exclaim, but he waves his hand.  ”Come in. I made some space,” he indicated the small area that was now cleared out.  You smile at the kindness, “Thank you.”

Boba looks from you to the door, now closed. Before he can make for it, you say, “You know you don’t have to sleep in the hammock. There’s room for two?” You end up asking the last sentence as a question, your tone heightening. Ridiculous, you thought.

“The hammock is fine.”

You reach out to touch his arm. He looks down before returning his gaze to yours, but doesn’t move.

“But they’re your quarters, Boba! .... I... I want you to stay.”

You lightly squeeze his arm. A deep silence settles for a moment.

“I don’t think we should get that attached,” he stated, as he brushed past you to the door. When he was on the other side of it he turned and said, “I am not a person that you want to know, little one.”

“I’ll decide that,” you shot back as the door closed. You had no idea if he heard you.

*** Boba heard you as the door swished shut. As much as he would like to stay, where would that lead? In a few days’ time the work on the Slave 1 would be done. There was also the fact that someone like you didn’t belong in his world. You were quick witted and intelligent, but you weren’t hard. You were open and soft and beautiful and he wanted to preserve that in you.

Fennec and he had come to an understanding that morning. She owed him a life debt. It felt strange to have someone that was going to be a fixture in his life. A flash of you popped up in his mind, and he lingered on it momentarily before filing it away.

#boba x reader #boba fett x reader #boba fett x y/n #boba fett smut #star wars smut #boba fett fanfiction #the mandolorian

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one-boring-person · 4 years

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You Look Nervous.

David (The Lost Boys) x reader

Warnings: Implied sexual content (very much implied) .

Requested by @theeblueehazee : "I have a request if you're still taking them? It's another David request because I'm vampire trash basically lol maybe a story about David really liking or evening the reader, and he wants her to meet the guys. But he's super scared of them embarrassing him in front of her or afraid that they'll scare her, period, because she's a nice but really shy person? So David makes the boys swear to be on their best behaviour but Paul and Marko don't know the meaning of it lol I just love your stories!❤❤

A/N: I'm glad you like my stories! That really makes my day 😅💛 and thank you for requesting! I hope this works for what you had in mind❤

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"Stop picking."

I look up at the blonde biker as he reaches a gloved hand over, taking mine in his as he tries to pull my fingers from my sleeves, smiling slightly as he gives me a reassuring look, though there's something off about his behaviour. As usual, he stands leaning against his motorcycle, a cigarette between his lips as he watches the crowd, but his demeanor seems tense, his eyes flicking over the writhing hoard of people almost nervously, neck muscles taut as he cranes his head around, as if looking for something, or someone.

"Sorry." I reply quietly, casting a look over his posture again, my brow wrinkling in confusion.

Noticing my gaze, David fixes his piercing eyes on me, cocking his head a bit as he exhales a breath of smoke, eyebrows drawing together curiously.

"What?"

"Oh, well, you look kinda nervous." I inform him, biting my lip as I turn my gaze away from him, worried that I've brought up something I shouldn't have, my free hand instinctually lifting to my face, where I start to chew on my fingernails, trying not to wince when I accidentally catch one of the already bitten-down ones.

"I do? How come?" The platinum blonde queries, visibly adjusting himself, though this only proves my theory.

I go to reply, only to be cut off by the sound of loud motorcycle engines revving to my right, the blonde to my left tensing again, his jaw clenching barely noticeably as he catches sight of the riders, my own gaze turning to the newcomers. Upon seeing them, my eyes widen, weight shifting inadvertently onto the balls of my feet, as if ready to up and leave.

The closest is a tall, tanned brunette with dark eyes, his expression seemingly neutral as he makes eye contact with me, barely reacting to my presence at all, his quietness as well as the fact he is shirtless beneath his leather jacket slightly unnerving me despite the very brief flash of a smile he sends my way. Just behind him is a shorter blonde with curly hair, a broad smirk plastered across his face as he catches sight of me, his doe eyes boring into me with a mischievous glint, eyebrows raised at my presence. As if mimicking me, he lifts a thumb to his mouth, where he starts biting at it, keeping eye contact the entire time, even as he leans back to speak to the last of them. This one is a lanky Twisted Sister lookalike, his dishevelled hair and choice of attire leading me to think this, though my mind briefly short-circuits when I notice him blatantly raking his eyes over my form, the action drawing a deep blush to my cheeks as I shift again, pulling the sleeves of my jacket over my hands in slight discomfort. Seeing this, David moves so he is standing closer to me, gently pressing his chest against my back reassuringly, his hand at my hip protectively. Looking up into his face, I realise he is carrying an odd expression, as if warning the others of something.

"Damn, who brought the eye candy?" The Twisted Sister lookalike remarks in way of greeting, winking suggestively at me as he dismounts from his bike, lip between his teeth, "I'm Paul, by the way."

Swallowing, I try to fight the rising blush again, leaning back against David as much as possible for support, the solidness of his chest behind me reassuring me a little.

"(Y/n). It's nice to meet you." I make the mistake of offering him my hand to shake, surprised when the other, smaller blonde skips in ahead of Paul, scooping my hand up and lifting it to his lips, which he then uses to press a soft kiss to my knuckles. Shocked, I withdraw my hand quickly, the action far too intimate to have come from a complete stranger. Behind me, I feel David's chest vibrate as he lets out a cautionary growl of sorts, both of the other blondes giggling at this.

"I'm Marko." The short one informs me, taking my hand in his again as he uses it to pull me forwards slightly, Paul quickly slinging an arm around my shoulders as I'm helplessly dragged in towards them. I stiffen as I feel Paul nuzzle at my neck, the blonde deliberately sniffing at me, his breath hot against the skin there, though I don't feel it long, my instincts kicking in as I pull away again, accidentally knocking into Marko, who steadies me against his chest, drawing a surprised squeak from me as he smirks down at me.

"She smells great, where'd you find her?" Paul comments to David, whose jaw is clenched, his muscles rigid as he watches this exchange, reaching out to gently pull me back to him, wrapping an arm around my waist again, fingers pressing into me slightly in anger.

"Aww, come on! We won't bite..." Marko teases, bursting into a fit of giggles with Paul at some inside joke until their companion gives the latter a clip round the ear.

"Hey! I didn't make the joke!" He protests, rubbing his head a bit, clearly a bit disgruntled after this, though his friend can barely control himself.

"Doesn't mean you don't deserve it." The brunette points out, rolling his eyes in exasperation at the other two before turning back to me, "I'm Dwayne. It's nice to finally meet you, (Y/n), we've heard a lot about you."

"Y-You have?" I manage, still a little shaken after my encounter with the Terrible Two, surprised that they've heard about me at all: David doesn't seem like the type to share his feelings, seeing as he's barely told me anything about himself anyway.

"Oh yeah, we've heard all sorts." Marko butts in again, lifting an eyebrow at me as I feel my eyes widen.

"Yeah, David won't shut up about you." Paul chimes in, smirking at the platinum blonde behind me, who quickly tells him to shut up, though using much more colourful language to convey his point.

"L-like what?" Internally, I curse myself for stuttering again, knowing it's not helping my case at all.

Paul goes to respond, a smirk already pasted onto his face, only to be cut off by Dwayne.

"Nothing bad, don't worry." He confirms, looking over my head at David, who appears to send his friend a grateful glance, his icy blue eyes clouded with annoyance at the other two.

"Except that you're a bit quiet which I now see is totally true." Paul butts in again, chuckling and reaching over to tilt my head his way with one finger, admiring the deep red tinge of my cheeks, "You don't have to be. In fact, we know the perfect way to get you more...vocal."

At the insinuation behind his words, I flinch away from him, looking down as Marko and Paul erupt into fits of laughter, the two of them high-fiving each other triumphantly. A sharp crack and a grunt of pain informs me that Dwayne has once again delivered a whack around the back of each of their heads.

"Just shut up, will you? Show some respect." Dwayne scolds them, brow furrowed in irritation.

"Come on, (Y/n), let's go get some food." David finally says, having stayed quiet almost the entire time, except for the noises of anger that he let out every now and then, body becoming tenser and tenser behind me.

"Ok, sure." I agree, going to turn away from the others with a thankful smile at Dwayne, who seems the most controlled of all of them.

"Enjoy your bite to eat! Make sure you get something you can really sink your fangs into!" Marko calls after us, his laughter cut short by a screech of pain, Dwayne having finally stepped in, dragging the two troublemakers off by their ears. Beside me, David visibly stiffens, eyes closing momentarily, though I could've sworn I saw them flash yellow a second ago, the platinum blonde doing his best to remain calm as he directs me someplace else, clearly eager to get away from the others.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n), I wanted you to meet my friends tonight, but I didn't realise they'd behave so badly around you, though I guess I really should've seen it coming." David apologises, taking my hand in his as we walk, giving me a guilty look, "They're good friends when they're not being so inappropriate."

"It's fine, though I think they'll take some getting used to." I reassure him, squeezing his hand gently.

"I guess. That doesn't excuse their behaviour, though." He responds, frowning again, "I'm sorry, I should've warned you."

"About them being so physical, maybe, but not about them being typical friends. I'm sure I'll come to like them in time." I say to him, carefully coming to a halt beside the rear of one of the food stalls lining the Boardwalk, having figured something out, "That's what you were nervous about, wasn't it?"

"Hm? I wasn't nervous." David scoffs, smirking at me.

"You were! You were worried about how I'd react to your friends, weren't you?" I prompt him, crossing my arms over my chest with an unusual confidence I don't often feel.

"Of course I wasn't!" The blonde goes to argue, only to catch sight of my expression, rolling his eyes in defeat, "Fine, I was a bit concerned about how they'd act, and then about what you would think of them, but not a lot!"

"Sure, keep telling yourself that." I tease, squeaking when I suddenly find myself pinned against the wall behind me, his muscular body pressing into mine as he leans in close.

"Say that again, (Y/n)." He growls into my ear, his smooth voice making me shiver in anticipation as his breath fans hotly across my skin.

"Keep telling yourself-" I try to repeat myself, only to let out a quiet gasp of pleasure when he starts kissing at my neck, mouthing at my sweet spot as my hands snake around into his hair, his own gripping my waist, pulling my hips into his.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" David purrs against my jaw as he licks a stripe up the column of my neck, before he presses his lips against mine, deepening the kiss as soon as I reciprocate, knowing I won't be able to reply now, smirking against my lips in triumph.

What I didn't know (and wouldn't know until much later) is that he had made the boys swear to behave, only to feel a surge of possessiveness come over him when he sees Marko and Paul completely disregard their promises, now feeling the need to make it well known who I belong to, even if that means risking my dignity in public.

#the lost boys #joel schumacher #vampire #david(thelostboys)#paul(the lost boys)#dwayne(the lost boys)#kiefer sutherland #marko(the lost boys)#santa carla #star(the lost boys)#request #ask #answer #answered

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christ0pher-evans · 3 years

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Distractions [2]

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader Warnings: 18+ SMUT (praise kink, edging, cumplay, squirting, voyeurism if you squint) / Swearing Word Count: 2.4k A/N: I couldn’t help but write a smutty part two. Sorry, not sorry, because I absolutely got carried away with this. I just needed my fill of Andy Barber no pun intended Please reblog and like🖤

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It felt like an eternity had passed, when in reality you’d only be propped up on the edge of the counter, wearing nothing but your heels and a layer of sweat for about 10 minutes.

“Andy, please!”, you panted against his neck, practically begging for him to let you cum. You could see half moon red marks peppered up and down his sculpted arms from your vice like grip, but considering he had spent the last 10 minutes edging you with his fingers, it only seemed fair.

You whimpered as Andy nibbled on your ear, “Just be a good girl and tell me what had you all hot and bothered baby, and I’ll stop teasing.”

The seductive drive in his voice had you halting any thoughts you were having about holding out on him any further. He slowly pushed two fingers back inside you but quickly began a harsh pace that had you building back up to your orgasm. The coolness of his wedding band brushing against your heated skin every time he pushed his fingers back in had you spiralling.

“Fuck, please Andy, p-please let me cum!”, you were unashamedly begging at this point, completely under Andy’s spell.

“Whatever you want for me, you can have it, just..”, you whimpered, “I’m so close.”

Andy stilled his fingers, smirking at you. He had you exactly where he wanted you; begging and desperate enough for him to give him anything. You should have known he wouldn’t let you cum first. Looking into his eyes, you could see his infatuation with you and you couldn’t help the blush that creeped up your cheeks.

“I was thinking about the time you fucked me on the breakfast bar okay? It’s all I could think about whilst I made dinner.” You let out an unrestrained sigh, like you’d finally let out a massive secret. With you confession declared, Andy’s eyes soon glazed over with a fire of dominance. Pupils blown, the blue almost completely engulfed with black and a stare so intense with desire, it was as if he was reliving the memory in that very moment.

“Oh baby, I should have known you were thinking about that. How could I forget the way you were squirming underneath me whilst I fucked both of your holes at the same time, and all before breakfast. Best anniversary ever.”

Clenching your thighs together, a plus of hunger ran straight to your core at the thought. Groaning at the feeling of Andy’s fingers still rooted deep inside of you, you mewl.

“Well, since you’ve been such a good girl, I think my baby deserves to cum now.” Andy growls as he places a sloppy kiss against your lips.

Your body instantaneously reacted to his words, your lips returning his kiss. It's then, when his fingers start to thrust in and out at a relentless pace, that a feeling of overwhelming pleasure mixed with a deliciously small amount fo pain from previous denial brings you quickly to an earth-shattering orgasm. You can feel it all the way down in your toes as you pant deeply, hot breath fanning over Andy’s crisp white shirt, now damp with your sweat. Andy slowly continues to move his fingers as you descend from your high, your juices dripping down onto his fingers.

Using his right hand, placed securely at the bottom of your back, Andy holds you up as he softly removes his fingers. He brings them straight to his mouth, licking off every drop that you willingly gave him. Watching your husband find pleasure in tasting you was an immense turn-on. It made you feel as if he was worshipping you, completely intoxicated by one another.

Regaining the smallest amount of composure as you recovered from your first orgasm, Andy is quick to lift you up and lay you down on the now bare breakfast bar. You whimpered at the cold against your back as Andy leaned down over you to quieten you with a searing kiss, partly tasting yourself on his lips. Once Andy pulls away, you are bewitched with watching him remove his tie and move around you, gazing at you like you were art on display.

Reaching the top of the island, standing above your head, Andy leans forward to grab your arms and bring them above your head, fingers dancing excruciatingly close to his hardening cock. Even with the delightful distraction confined in Andy's trousers, you are quickly diverted to him tying your wrists together. Enamoured by how gentle he is, you can’t help but stare into his eyes. The focus Andy had on making sure not to hurt you mixed with the intense passion of wanting to devour you, only ignited your need for him even more.

“Be a good girl and keep your hands right there”, he leaned down and whispered in your ear. Even though your wrists were tied together, they weren’t fastened down to anything so you still had movement. Very eagerly, you tried to move your arms to get closer to Andy.

“I said keep your hands still, do as you’re told!”, he snapped in an authoritative tone that you could only find sexy. The rise in volume in his voice made your heart beat faster but you nodded your head, complying with his rules.

You hungrily watched him walk back round to the other end of the island, your hips wiggling in anticipation. He quickly began his assault of teasing kisses which worked their way closer and closer your core. Feeling his warm breath against your body, you knew he had reached his intended target.

An embarrassingly short amount of time had passed and once again, you were writhing under Andy and searingly close to your second orgasm.

“Fuck!” was all your managed to scream out as a knock on the door sounded aggressively, the harsh noise bringing you back to reality. Agonisingly, Andy pulled away from your lustful bubble before standing up.

You were panting obscenely loud, coming back down from the precipice as Andy wiped your juices from his beard. Smirking at you, he headed towards the front door. He didn’t pay any attention as you tried to stop him from answering the door, even though you may have been secretly slightly aroused by the excitement and chance of being caught.

You twisted your neck and tilted your head to the side to try and see what was happening at the front door, but you could barely see Andy, never mind your unannounced guest. The door was only cracked open slightly; Andy was still fully dressed but still only peeking his head through as to shield you from possible prying eyes. Andy was so protective of you that he would never let anyone see something so intimate that was only for him, and that made him even more irresistible to you.

“Andy, sorry but I must have left my coat here! If I could just run in and grab it then I’ll be on my way?” You nervously chewed on your bottom lip, hearing Andy’s colleague try to get back in the house.

“No, don’t worry pal, stay here. I’ll grab it for you!”, and with that, the door was swiftly shut so Andy couldn’t be followed in. He sauntered past you, giving you a wink before grabbing the coat from the dining table and heading back to the front door, clearly not wanting to waste another second away from you.

You couldn’t take your eyes off him, eagerly waiting for his return. The exchange was quick and you were sure Andy pretty much slammed the door in his colleagues face when he tried to make small talk. You giggled and started fidgeting impatiently as Andy walked back towards you, but stilling as you noticed a deeper look in his eyes.

“I’ll show you off to everyone Mrs. Barber, but nobody gets to see you like this but me.”

Never hearing Andy speak sexier words, you were completely distracted by the fact that this man was your husband and didn’t even see him strip before he was already dipped straight back down into your core, urgently lapping up your juices and generously assaulting your clit with his thumb. It felt as if he was trying to make up for the three minutes that he was occupied by your unwanted guest, and you couldn’t help but arch your back at the intense pleasure.

Distracted by the feeling of Andy trailing his tongue all over your core, every so often brushing over your clit, you could barely convey how badly you needed him inside of you.

“A..Andy, I need you. I need all of your cock inside me. I need to feel you.”

The desperation in your voice flowed over Andy and he obviously also couldn’t wait another second to be inside of you as he pulled you into an upright position. He lifted you off the breakfast bar, setting your feet on the floor before turning you round and bending you straight over the counter. As he pushed you flush onto the surface, your feet were barely able to touch the ground but you didn’t care, you just continued to squirm as your body emphasised your impatience.

“Is this what you want baby?”, Andy huskily groaned as he slid his cock through your folds, coating it in your juices before skimming it over your ass, toying with the idea of playing with your other hole.

You sobbed as he pushed into your core excruciatingly slow before pulling back out. You tried to push yourself back onto him, frantic to feel every inch of him inside of you before Andy gripped on your hips, stilling you.

“So greedy for me honey!” You huffed at his words, weakened and aggravated by his teasing, your body slowly fading into numbness. Whining, you didn’t even bother trying to fight Andy’s torment, subtly letting him know that you didn’t want to play anymore, you just wanted to feel close to your husband.

Evidently, Andy caught your frustration as he pushed deep inside of you. Knowing you didn’t need time to adjust to his length because of the incessant teasing, your body happily took all of him. The combination of your deprivation and Andy’s hunger collided and exploded when he began fucking into you ferociously. HIs endless teasing had you at a point where you knew this orgasm would hurl you into an indulgent oblivion.

Andy’s pace was greedy and unrestrained. Paired with the sounds of your moans and his grunts, along with the slapping connection of your bodies filling the room, you were captivated.

“Right there baby!”, you sobbed as Andy went deeper than you felt possible. With your hands still tied together, small red smudges round your wrists from your resistance, you gripped the edge of the counter and watched your knuckles turn white as Andy continued to thrust rigorously, no falter in his movements.

“Shit honey! You fit me so well. Taking my cock like you’re meant to!”

You could feel the build up of your orgasm stirring at the pit of your stomach at Andy’s words, your pussy clenching around him like you never wanted to let him go.

“I want you to cum for me now, be a good girl and cum!” The words sent a shiver down your spine and all you wanted to do in that moment was please your husband.

You started meeting his thrusts with all the strength you could muster as he gripped your hips even harder; the sting of his tight grip only engaging your drive more. Only a few seconds passed as your orgasm imploded, coursing through your whole body like an electric shock.

Andy kept fucking you through your orgasm and you didn’t know how much more you’d be able to take, your eyes starting to roll back in your head from the excessive amount of pleasure.

“Baby, I can’t..” you fussed.

“Oh honey, you can and you will. I can feel you, desperate to cum again.”

Slowing down his thrusts, but forcing them deeper, you couldn’t help but cry out in ecstasy. Andy was right, you were tumbling towards another orgasm, but this one felt different, it felt overwhelming. As Andy kept up his rhythm, you felt the barrier break. You were cumming, and squirting hard. Your legs began shaking as you felt the warm liquid trailing down your legs, your body in overdrive.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy! Take my cum honey, let me fill you up!” Andy thrust deep one more time, freezing his motion to release his load inside you.

You slumped your whole body weight onto the breakfast bar, completely unable to move or speak. Feeling Andy slowly pull out, kneeling down to kiss your ass as his cum slid onto your thighs, he trailed a finger from your knee up towards your core, wiping up his dripping cum . You whimpered and flinched as he got too close to your sensitive centre.

“Sorry baby.” He spoke, standing up and walking round to your drowsy head.

“Open up, need to make sure I’m filling up all your holes with me.” You fluttered your eyes open and bit your lip before delicately opening your mouth. Sucking his cum off his fingers, you pulled back and let his fingers slide over your lips before dropping back down to his sides.

You watched Andy intently as he gently untied your wrists, kissing all the red marks before helping you stand up from the counter. Grabbing your face, he plants a heated kiss on your lips before carrying you upstairs to the bathroom.

In your post orgasm haze, basically unconscious from the satisfaction, you weren’t paying attention until your body hit the warm water as Andy lifted you into the bath; all your senses finally returning to the moment you were in. Andy slid in behind you, submerging you both underneath all the bubbles and handing you a glass of red wine he had snuck down to retrieve.

“Mrs. Barber, I honestly don’t know what I would do without you in my life”, Andy mumbled into your hair. You smiled to yourself, flustered by his words, as you fully relaxed back into Andy's grip.

“Well, isn’t that why you married me?”, giggling, you couldn’t help but turn back to look at him.

“Seriously Y/N, I feel like the luckiest man alive”, you beamed at the love you were feeling, kissing Andy tenderly before turning back and sinking into his embrace.

“Well, I hope you still feel that lucky tomorrow morning when I make you clean up the kitchen from the mess we made tonight.”

#andy barber #andy barber x reader #andy barber x you #andy barber smut #defending jacob #chris evans

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metamorphicblossom · 3 years

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Blooming Shadows

@darksideoftheshadows

It was dark. Always so dark. She couldn't remember the last time she had seen the sun, felt the warmth of it on her back as she layed stretched out upon a rock. Her hair, once a luscious green color, was now dull and yellowing.

She scratched at her arms and legs, her scales irritated and burning from an incomplete shedding. Flakes stuck to her and she wanted to scream in frustration, but did not want go anger him. If he heard so much as a sigh from her, pain would surely follow.

At least she wouldn't have to worry about an audience. They always left her alone during this time.

Or at least that had been this case up until this point.

The vehicle stopped, and she heard footsteps outside, followed by the door being opened up. Was it time for food already? No, this wasn't the man with the food- this was the man with the awful stick. The one that attached to her collar. But that meant- an audience? Why now-?

As the man unlocked her cage, she found herself backing away. Something wasn't right, and more than usual she did not want to go out there. She heard the crowd outside, whispering in anticipation.

Wanting to see the monster a man in a ringmasters costume was telling them about.

The man with the stick held up a small device threateningly, holding his thumb over the button. She shivered and reluctantly stood up, walking towards the man and allowing the stick to hook onto her collar.

The man forcefully pulled her towards the trucks exit, causing her to cough violently as the collar roughly pulled against her neck.

"Here it is, ladies and gentleman," announced the ringleader as she was brought to the stage. They were in a grassy area, with buildings that could be seen towering beyond the trees. "The dreaded swamp creature!" The ringleader put a hand in his pocket and suddenly a violent shock brought her to her knees, screaming in pain.

The audience gasped, looking at her in terror. "Don't worry, I have it under control. It can roar all it likes, but as you can see with my friend here- this thing is very much prevented from escaping." There was a violent tug of the collar, and she let out a choking noise.

"See? You're all very much safe. In fact, you can even touch it!"

She looked up in confusion- what had he just said? Before she could react he pulled at her arm, causing her to nearly fall forward. The ringleader glared at her, and the man with the stick dragged her closer to the edge of the stage. "Look at this! Shedding it's own skin like some kind if snake! Disgusting, I know. Who here is brave enough to feel the slimy scales of this beast?"

She didn't like this, not at all. As an audience member reached for her, she tried to pull back only to receive an especially powerful electric shock that caused her to scream- she could practically smell the burnt flesh around her neck. Shaking in pain, she was helpless to stop the crowd from grabbing at her, making disgusted noises as they felt her shedding scales.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw the ringleader whisper something into the other man's ear. He raised an eyebrow, but shrugged before approaching her and releasing the stick from her collar.

Then he used his foot to shove her off the stage and into the ravenous crowd. She screamed, which was followed by another electric shock and she watched in terror as members of the crowd began grabbing at her, violently pulling at her and even tearing at her scales. She writhed but knew if she fought back it would only end with another violent shock.

#darksideoftheshadows #Blooming Shadows #tw #tw: assault #tw: abuse #tw: trauma #long post

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prideful-sins · 4 years

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Cockwarming/ Fucking Dia on His Throne GN! MC (Penis Version) SMUT

Here’s the Vagina Edition!

Bratty Diavolo gives me life, also I’ve never written cockwarming so I’m almost sure I did it wrong

Tags: Voyeurism, Cockwarming, Public sex, Skirt Wearing MC, Anal penetration, N/S/F/W, SMUT

Word count: 2K

Masterlist | Buy Me A Coffee?

“I want you to wear this, MC.” Diavolo held up a RAD School uniform but there was a slight alteration to the outfit.

“Uhm, Lord Diavolo... this has a- a skirt?” You looked at the outfit and back at Diavolo, a light chuckle escaping your lips as you joked around with The Prince.

“Yes. It does.” Diavolo’s face didn’t change, his eyes staring into you with a dedicated seriousness.

“Please tell me you’re joking?” Diavolo’s silence to your question spoke a lot more than any reply he would had said, “y-you’re not joking?” He shook his head and thrust the clothes into your chest before turning away and heading out of the room.

A few minutes later you had changed and started walking down the hallway, various lower demons passing you and staring, Little D’s waving at you innocently as they went about their business.

“I’m going to kill him for doing this to me” you muttered to yourself as you walked along, hands clutching the hem of your skirt in an attempt to seem dignified as your composure defied you.

“I know you are. Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have been here sooner” He sat up and raised a hand, his fingers beckoning you closer.

“You look amazing MC” His voice was low and sultry, eyeing you up with a wild gaze, tongue licking at his teeth as he savoured what you were serving him.

“Indeed I did, and it suits you perfectly” Diavolo wiggled his foot between your legs and you obliged, knees parting and letting him in. Your eyes were glued at the floor, embarrassingly avoiding any kind of gaze that may befall you. Diavolo’s foot inched further and further up your legs until it was a hairs breath away from your dick, his shoe invading the base of your underwear.

“D-Dia...” you shuffled on your feet, bringing your ass closer to him in the hopes of spurring him to continue.

“Underwear?” He said, obviously disappointed

“Yeah?”

“I told you not to wear any” You pouted and turned your head.

“No you didn’t!” Dia glared at you, lust in his eyes as his fingers slid under the waistband.

“I’m sure I did” he knew he hadn’t but The Prince just couldn’t resist teasing you like this, your reaction was priceless. Diavolo wiggled your underwear down, the fabric pulling down at your dick before releasing it, a noticeable tent within your skirt giving you away to anyone who would look. You whispered his name as one of Diavolo’s hands made its way to your dick and grasped it gently and massaging the base, he knew this would make you writhe, hips wriggling within his clutch as his fingers teased at your skin.

“You’re impatient today, and you called me a brat” he smirked ad removed his hand from your cock, instead opting to lift you by the ass and hover your ass over his dick.

“Wait already are you even going to-”

“Shush.” Diavolo hissed at you before sliding one of his fingers into your ass hole, warming you up for him. Your hips jerking at the invasion, the whole of your lower stomach twisting in excitement. You moaned loudly, dick twitching in anticipation of your ecstasy as Diavolo thrust his finger within you before sliding in a second, widening you for his dick.

When he felt like you were ready enough Diavolo removed his fingers and placed his dick at your entrance before lowering your hips down, your ass hole stretching more to accept his dick. After he was fully in you his dick still grew more, no longer a half-chub and becoming harder by the second. Each vague movement sent a shiver through your spine as Diavolo pleasured you more and more.

Just as both of you were getting into it, his dick within you and ready to thrust the doors swung open, you let out a yelp and proceeded to try and stand up but Diavolo’s hand gripped your waist and kept you down, you looked at him in surprise but he merely smiled.

“You may want to cover yourself up front, darling” you whipped your head around and slammed your hands down onto your penis, anchoring it down and attempting to look as un-dishevelled as possible.

“My Lord?” Lucifer walked up to you both with a raised brow and a report within his hand, you smiled back at him with a red face and a toothy, unconvincing, grin.

“Yes Lucifer?” Diavolo was as composed as when you had started, his face calm and hardly a blush on his cheeks as his softly moved his hips, you let out a slight mewl at the movement but kept your face in control.

“I’m sorry to disturb you but this is a matter that needs to be resolved urgently-” the words melted away into a fuzz as Diavolo proceeded to roll his hips into you, as discreetly as he could. you could tell Lucifer had an inkling as to what was going on, he was averting his gaze and a light blush dusted his cheeks as he continued to speak.

“Of course My Lord, again, sorry to disturb your- uhh- private time”

“Not a problem at all, if you wish to watch you’re more than-”

“So impatient” Diavolo grabbed your hands and held them behind your back, arching you forward and letting your dick free from its enclosure. His thrusts became more hungry as the noise of skin slapping together echoed within the walls along with your own mewls and moans. Diavolo grunted behind you as he continued to pound into your ass, your own dick bouncing to the perverted song both of you were playing in this empty throne room.

Your hips moved of their own accord, accommodating the change in posture making it harder for Diavolo to thrust but you had it covered, your body bouncing up and down while keeping your lips planted firmly on his own. Your tongues battling it out in a war of spit and saliva, it drooled down your chin as you panted and breathed in each others dry air. Both of you were moaning, dishevelled messes, your hands reaching back and intertwining within his hair, clutching a fistful to drag your spirit back down into you as the pleasure sent your soul into heaven.

“MC hah~” this was the first time you had heard him seem un composed, the orgasms becoming more and more apparent between you two as your moans shifted to breathy sighs and grunts. You bit down on his bottom lip and thrust his cock deep within you, hitting a G-spot you weren’t even aware of making you winded and gasp for air as your stomach dropped to the floor.

With a few last thrusts Diavolo came within you, you had moved one of your hands to your own cock and began jerking yourself off, just to speed you up in the hopes that you’d cum alongside Diavolo, and you did with just a second difference. Your lips had parted and Diavolo bit down into your shoulder, muffled moans vibrating through your arm as you shouted his nickname, the word ‘Dia!’ echoing through the room, and probably into the hallway.Your cum had spilled onto the uniform, all the way up your chest, Diavolo came into your ass and you could feel it seeping down, trying to escape, you both sat there panting and staring at each other with a loving gaze.

Diavolo nodded and pressed a kiss onto your shoulder, “maybe we should have people walk in more often” he nuzzled into the crook of your neck and you let out a groan.“You invited him to watch!” Diavolo chuckled at your statement and shuffled his hips around, cock still within you.

“And I meant it, did you think I didn’t?”

“Maybe a bluff, Lucifer looked like he was about to combust”

“He’s only jealous”

“Of you or me?”

“let’s go with ‘yes’ on that one.”

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