#spicy fanfic

[thecharacterchronicler]

Snow Lands On Top (2) || Coriolanus Snow x Reader (+18)

Outline: It’s the first round of the presidential elections and Coriolanus Snow’s results aren’t as good as he hoped. Fortunately, you’re there to give him an outlet for his frustration.

Word count: 3’081

Warnings: pregnancy (TTC), marriage of convenience, very explicit ROUGH smut.

Author’s note: I wrote this as a second part to There Will Come A Ruler, since a few people asked for it. I also wanted to thank you all for all the love I received since I started posting on this page a few days ago, it means the world to me! Still blows my mind that so many people bothered reading what I wrote! ♡

(( Part 1 - There Will Come A Ruler )) - (( Part 3 - Insatiable ))

It only was your second time stepping inside the tall skyscraper that hosted your husband’s office - and headquarters. When the elevator doors opened in front of you, you instantly felt trapped, probably because the lobby was more crowded than what you expected. Even if something inside you was screaming for you to turn around and run the other way instead of losing yourself in this den of vipers, you had no choice but to do what duty required of you. You plastered a smile on your face, the one too bright and too joyful to let how miserable you really felt show, and entered the crowd, recognizing some familiar faces and greeting strangers pretending you also knew who they were. If they had been invited today to Coriolanus’s office, it meant they were important to him so you had to consider them as important to you as well.

“Hippity hoppity, there you are, little dove.” A voice sounded behind you. You heard it as clear as day despite the ambiant noise all around you, and a cold shiver ran down your spine. You turned to face who it belonged too, smiling even brighter to conceal the uneasiness you always felt around such an eccentric character.

“Volumnia Gaul, it’s good to see you again.”

“It’s been too long. But I suppose you’ve been quite busy trying to fulfill your duties.” She said, throwing a knowing glance down to your stomach.

“Of course, there’s never a dull moment since I became Coriolanus’ wife.” You smiled, in yet another attempt to conceal your lies. You had been miserable and bored during most of the year you’ve been married, and although you were good at acting by now, the way Dr Gaul stared at you made you feel like she was seeing right through you.

“You should bring her to the front, people need to see you together.” She said, looking up to someone behind you.

You felt him before seeing him, his hand finding the small of your back and his tall frame appearing next to you, your shoulder brushing against his side. You lifted your gaze up to look at your husband, but he didn’t look down at you, focusing his attention on his mentor instead, the only thing letting you know that he had noticed you was his hand pressed against your lower back.

“Of course.” He agreed, with a nod. Dr Gaul’s eyes landed on you once more, something unsettling in the way she suddenly stared at you.

“My offer to examine her still stands, if you want me to run a few tests on her and figure out why you haven’t conceived yet.”

Your blood went cold. Everybody knew how deranged Volumnia Gaul could sometimes be, she was as cruel as she was extravagant and it only seemed to get worse the older she got. She had left her place as the head gamemaker of the Hunger Games to Coriolanus and had retired from her scientific career, but she still ran bizarre experiments in her lab, for her own enjoyment… And you definitely didn’t want to be one of them.

“It won’t be necessary.” Your husband assured her, allowing you to breathe again with relief. “It’s not her fault but mine, I’ve been too busy with the games and my campaign to properly invest time into expanding our family.”

Dr Gaul was about to reply something but was cut off by the sound of the television increasing in the speakers. Coriolanus guided you in front of the large window in his office’s lobby, as everyone seemed to step out of your path.

He was smiling, handsome as ever in his dark red suit and you smiled too, pressing yourself closer to him when you noticed the cameras filming you from across the room. It must have been a perfect picture to showcase to the entire nation, a seemingly loving couple standing in front of the nicest view of the Capitol, surrounded by all their supporters as the reporters on TV were about to announce the winner of this round of the elections.

All eyes were on the television as the results appeared on the screen. You held your breath, waiting for Coriolanus’ percentage to go up but it only did a brief jump and then stopped, largely losing to his opponents. You turned to look at him, waiting for a reaction, and so did everyone else present in the room.

True to himself, he held his head high, standing even straighter as he remained stoic, not a single change of the expression on his face to betray his disappointment. But, even if you couldn’t say that you knew your husband that well, you still knew that he must have been crushed by such a bad result. He had worked so hard for this, put up such a show for the people and so did you, his defeat felt like your own.

It startled you when you felt his fingers digging into the tender flesh of your hip. He was tense, you could feel it , but he was still smiling at the crowd, gracious in defeat. He even spoke a few words, only disturbed for a brief second when he noticed the cameras packing up instead of transmitting his speech, the viewers probably more interested in hearing what the victors of this round had to say rather than listen to your husband.

Coriolanus kept his tight grip on you, as if holding you was the only thing that could keep him from snapping. Some of his supporters came to him to offer him some words of encouragement in replacement of congratulations and he handled each conversation with polite manners.

“At least if you don’t win, we get to keep you as head gamermaker.” One lady said, trying to highlight the good in the situation but Coriolanus only gave her a tight smile in return.

“I’m sorry it didn’t work out but maybe it just shows you’re better at working on the Games, they’ve been delightful to watch ever since you took over.”

“At least if you don’t have to keep campaigning you can focus your efforts on the next Hunger Games and come up with a show even better than last year’s !”

The very reason of his bad ranking at the election kept being thrown to his face, people simply preferred him as a game maker, so that they could be sure to be entertained by Coriolanus’ genius ideas to make the show an annual event rather than see him becoming president and be bored in front of their television once a year. The other thing that didn’t work out for him, as you understood, was the fact that he didn’t seem as relatable to the people since he didn’t have a family to care for and protect while his opponent, Festus Creed, already had three kids with his wife Persephone. Maybe they loved each other…

Once people were done offering their sympathy, you felt Coriolanus’ warm hand leave you, your skin a bit sore from the intensity of his previous grip on you. He rushed through the crowd, even ignoring a man who tried to address him and went to his office, shutting the door behind him.

Nobody seemed to notice, nor care, that your husband had felt the need to isolate himself but you did for some reason. Maybe it was because you knew how hard it was to keep smiling and nodding at everyone when deep down you just wanted to scream and run away. In the crowd, you met Dr Gaul’s gaze who had also noticed, watching you with careful attention, as if she was waiting to judge the way you’d react.

So of course, you smiled. At her. At everyone.

You followed the same path as he did, stopping by the man who had attempted to speak to him so that he could speak to you instead and maybe ease off his vexation at being ignored by your husband. As hard as it may be to keep going once the facade of perfection crumpled, it was necessary - now even more than before - to make sure all his allies continued supporting him.

Once he seemed satisfied by the small talk you shared, you kept moving, trying to seem as relaxed and detached as you could, until you had the opportunity to slip inside the office, mostly unnoticed by the crowd still mingling in the lobby.

“Coriolanus, I…” You started but stopped yourself when you noticed all the files scattered on the ground. Your husband was leaning over his desk, his back turned to you and you could see him breathing deeply and rapidly, his shoulders moving up and down with tension.

Suddenly, he threw the remaining of what was on his desk down, with one long motion. More files flew up in the air before landing on the ground, a glass container of pens and pencils broke on the wooden floor and shattered to pieces, flying off in every direction like a tiny bomb explosion. His desk light also tumbled to the floor, making a noise you were sure others had heard too.

You had the instinct to take a step back, your hand finding the knob again in order to retreat far away from his wrath... But, when he buried his face in his hands, he suddenly felt a lot less threatening and a lot more vulnerable, making you decide to stay.

“You might have lost this time but maybe it’ll work out next time.” You told him, softly. You wanted to comfort him, as had everyone else already, but the way he dropped his hands and looked at you with a dark glare made you question your decision.

“Always so positive.”He stated, bitterly, as if he was disgusted by your hopefulness. It wasn’t often that you got to see him without a charming smile on his face and a confident posture, in fact, it was the very first time you had been able to read him so easily, his emotions on display exactly as he was feeling them.

“It’s just one set back, for now they think you are too young, too good at your job, but maybe you’ll be elected next time. Maybe it’ll be in ten years. Maybe in thirty. But you will be president.” He shook his head, a cynical smirk on his lips.

“What makes you so sure ?”

“… Because Snow lands on top.”

His eyes darkened and he launched himself at you, crossing the path between the two of you in rapid strides so that he could capture your lips in a ferocious kiss. It left you breathless for a moment, the way his mouth was covering yours with feverish kisses, his arms around your waist to pull your body against his.

It was your second real kiss. Only the second one since you considered that your marriage had been sealed not with a kiss but with a signature at the bottom of a contract.

You pressed your forehead to his, trying to create some distance between you so that you could catch your breath and attempt to have a coherent thought about what was happening but he didn’t let you, giving you one last consuming kiss before his fingers tangled with your ponytail and he pulled, hard enough to force you to your knees in front of him.

You kneeled, looking up with expectant eyes. It was his way of showing you what he needed. He wanted to be revered, to get rebels to bend the knee in front of him, to be worshiped and relived from the anger and frustration he always locked up inside himself, with no way of letting them out.

You reached for his pants, swiftly undoing them with your eyes never leaving his pale blue ones, staring at you with a silent wrath still setting his gaze ablaze. He tugged on your hair again, forcing your chin up so that he could touch your face with his other hand, forcing a thumb passed your lips. He attentively watched you as you opened up your mouth to take it in, gently sucking before releasing it with a soft bite.

You saw him smile at your compliance, even though it was ended by a bold gesture. You were the perfect mix of obedient and fiery to make him lose his mind, and you both knew it.

He reached down to the pants you had opened for him, pulling his already hard erection. You resisted the urge to look at it, remembering how big it had felt in your hand and inside you, worried that his size might change your mind about giving him what he wanted. Instead, you kept your eyes fixed to his as you opened your mouth wide, ready to welcoming him there.

His tip glided on your tongue, his length not even entirely filling your mouth when you felt it hit the back of your throat. He shuddered with pleasure, a soft curse leaving his lips, followed by the sound of your name.

You felt a jolt of electricity in your body, a strange pride warming you up at the thought of pleasing him. You ran your tongue over his tip, tasting the saltiness that was already dripping from him in anticipation of his release. He cursed again and his hand moved to the back of your head, holding you firmly in place as he began thrusting back and forth.

You tried to relax your jaw and breathe through your nose as his hard length slid on your tongue, but when his movements increased in speed and in strength, you felt him reaching deeper down your throat and you couldn’t help but gag, tears welling in your eyes in consequence. But, even though he was still very carefully looking at you, watching the way he was fucking your mouth without mercy, he didn’t stop or slow down, only attempting to have an even firmer grip on you.

Another curse word fell from his lips, betraying how close he was to finding relief but, instead of shooting his load on your tongue as you were expecting him to, he rapidly pulled himself out of your mouth, heavily panting in front of you.

You used this opportunity to catch your own breath and wipe the mascara stains under your eyes, feeling the soreness of your lips caused by the unforgiving friction he had created.

“Get up.” He demanded, which made you realize he had let go of your hair. You obeyed without hesitation, even taking a step closer to be in his reach again. He immediately took advantage of the proximity, roughly pulling your dress up above your hips and bringing his hand to your center, pulling your panties aside so that he could run a finger across your soaked folds. A satisfied grin appeared on his face, as he removed his hand and brought his finger to his lips, tasting you with a hungry gaze.

You felt your whole body buzzing with excitement, your eyes following the path of his tongue as he licked his lips, seemingly enjoying what he had just tasted. You were so ready for him, you would have begged if he asked you but he didn’t. In fact, he didn’t ask for anything, he just took whatever he wanted, the way he wanted… And at this very moment, you couldn’t have been more okay with it.

His hands came to your bare hips and flipped you over so that your back was turned to him. Then, he pushed on your lower back, silently instructing you to bend over for him, which you did.

“Hold on tight.” He advised, his voice low with lust. You looked for something to do so but only found a tall bookshelf in front of you. You still gripped the sides of it, knowing it wouldn’t help you that much but you could already feel him pulling your panties to the side again.

Without a warning, he shoved himself inside you and you welcomed him, your wetness allowing him to slide all the way in with his first thrust. You bite your lip to avoid letting out a moan, very aware of the noise and chatter still coming from right behind his office door.

He completely pulled out before slamming inside you again, burying himself as deep as he could and you loudly gasped. He adjusted your position with a hand on each of your hips, gripping you so hard it was almost painful but you understood why once he repeated his action, thrusting so hard you would have lost your balance if he wasn’t helping stabilize you.

“Come on, let me hear the lovely sounds you can make.” He requested, mercilessly repeating the same movement.

“I can’t… They’ll all hear us…” You panted, a strangled moan catching in your throat when he hit deep, exactly where you needed him to.

“Good, I want them to know I’m fucking my wife.” He breathed, clearly enjoying himself too. “Show them you are mine.”

You felt dizzy at his words. Or maybe it was from the intense pleasure building up at your core. A few more of his rough thrusts and you came undone, loudly expressing your bliss as he released himself deep inside you. You both stayed connected for a moment to catch your breath until he pulled out, adjusting your panties and pulling your dress back down before taking care of putting his spent erection away.

You turned around to face him, meeting his gaze and noticing how his eyes had softened, like they had been drained of all the emotions he kept hidden behind them at all times, a clean slate to endure the rest of the evening.

To your surprise, he leaned over to kiss you. Not with hunger this time but with a tenderness you didn’t expect, like he was grateful you had been there for him.

“Was I too rough with you ?” He asked you, in a whisper, almost as if he was ashamed to say it out loud.

“Yes.” You nodded, appreciating the concern that immediately appeared on his face but you reassured him with a smile. “And I absolutely loved it.”

He smiled back, looking at you like he was seeing you in a new light. You weren’t strangers anymore and, for the first time, you were both starting to think that your marriage wasn’t such a fatality after all.

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[lorrainmorgan]

A proper apology

🔞❤️‍🔥 NSFW // MDNI 🔞❤️‍🔥

⚠️ Sebastian Sallow x F! reader⚠️ Spicy content ahead

Full pic on my Ao3 and Poipiku 🐍 Ominis’ version

“Look at yourself. I am doing this to you. You’re mine. No one else's.” You couldn't tear your gaze away from the mirror as he made you his.

Sebastian Sallow, the boy who had captured your heart in 5th year, was now just a memory. After everything that had happened with his uncle and the relic, you couldn't bring yourself to continue with your relationship. He spent one year in Azkaban, paying for his crimes before finally being released.

But 6th year at Hogwarts just wasn't the same without him. The classes felt dull and lifeless without his charming wit and adventurous spirit. The Undercroft, where you had shared countless secret conversations and stolen kisses, now felt hauntingly empty. 

Then, in 7th year, he returned. Rumors spread like wildfire about why he had seemingly transferred to homeschool - some said it was to help his sister Anne catch up on her studies. But only you and Ominis knew the truth behind his absence - the pain and guilt of what he had done.

As you watched him from across the Great Hall, your heart still ached for what could have been if things had gone differently. You missed him. You wanted to run to him and tackle him with a never ending hug, and fill every freckle in his face with your kisses.

But then, as the memories came flooding back, you remembered. You've written to him every single day for an entire year. Each letter carefully crafted and sent with hope and longing. And yet, every one of them was returned to your hands with a familiar red stamp: rejected by the recipient. 

He took a seat next to Ominis, not even sparing a glance in your direction. His gaze, or lack thereof, felt like a heavy brick wall crushing down on you. You stood up from the table, completely abandoning your untouched dinner. You needed to be alone. To escape the suffocating anxiety that was building inside of you. He was so close, yet so far away.

Leaving the Great Hall with a calm facade, tears begin to flow freely as soon as you're out of sight. The haunting image of him sitting mere inches away from you is burned into your mind. 

Seeking refuge in the abandoned Haunted Toilets, typically reserved for Peeves, you let out all of your pent-up emotion in a torrent of tears. The grimy, cracked walls amplified your sobs, sending painful echoes reverberating through the empty bathroom.

"Why does it still hurt?" You cried to yourself, the weight of your longing for Sebastian crushing down on your heart. You could feel his absence like a physical ache, You yearned for his warm touch, the gentle caress of his hands, and the familiar scent that always comforted you. Every aspect of him felt like a distant memory that only intensified the pain in your soul.

The door creaked open behind you, and there he was. Sebastian stood in the doorway, his tall frame silhouetted by the moonlight streaming in from the window. The light played across his freckles, turning them into shimmering specks of gold. He watched you crumble before him, his arms crossed in front of his chest. His eyes bore into you, demanding an explanation. 

"Tell me, NOW." Sebastian demanded, his voice hard and unforgiving.

You couldn't believe it. After a whole year of ignoring your letters, worries, and heartache, those were the first words that came out of his mouth?

"What do you want me to tell you, Sallow?" you spat back at him, anger bubbling up inside of you. You violently wiped away the tears that had escaped down your cheeks. 

Sebastian's eyebrows furrowed in concern as he looked at you skeptically, his arms uncrossing as he took a step closer. 

"You don't look fine to me," he said softly, his eyes scanning your face for any signs of distress. "You know you can tell me anything. We may not be together anymore, but I still care about you."

We may not be together anymore, but I still care about you. The hypocrisy. His words hit you like a punch to the gut, reminding you of the love that was once there between you two.

"What do you want from me, Sallow?" You spat out his name with venom, your voice trembling with emotion. "I gave you everything in our 5th year. My time, my patience, my loyalty, my devotion. What else do you wish to take from me? I'm here at Hogwarts, alone, ignored by you while Ominis is probably already waiting for me in the Undercroft to hear my sad thoughts for the millionth time." Tears welled up in your eyes again, threatening to spill over onto your swollen cheeks.

He closed the door behind him with a soft click, making it feel like a finality. You heard the lock turning, sealing you both inside the small room and shutting out the rest of the world. The air between you two felt thick and suffocating, filled with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. 

He prowled towards you with the quiet, calculated movements of a wolf stalking its prey in the cover of night. His eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger, and you could feel his gaze raking over your trembling form. A shiver ran down your spine as he continued to close the distance between you, his steps almost silent on the humid stone floor. 

"Do not come any closer Sallow" You warned, pointing your wand at him. The point of your wand hummed with energy, ready to unleash its magic at your command.

“Do it” Sebastian growled through clenched teeth “Curse me, Y/N. I don't give a damn. After everything I went through in Azkaban, do you think you can hurt me any further?. “ Your trembling wand pinched his chest as he kept walking towards you.

 “Do you?” His voice boomed off the walls, echoing in your ears. 

“I rotted in that hellhole for a year. I was utterly alone, without Anne or Ominis or you. I knew I deserved everything that happened to me. But most of all, I deserved to be left by you. You deserve better than me. You deserve someone better not a-” He choked on the word before spitting it out with disgust- “murderer.” 

Tears welled up in your eyes as his words pierced your heart, but you refused to let them fall.

“I pushed you away because I thought I could never earn your love again,” he continued, his voice breaking with every word. “When I was in Azkaban, when I was losing my grip on reality, all I could do was beg in my head to hear your voice, to smell your scent, to taste you one last time. But I didn't deserve it. I didn't deserve you. I still don’t. ” The pain and regret in his voice were palpable.

With a sharp intake of breath, you closed the distance between you and Sebastian. The sound of your palm striking his cheek echoed through the walls.

How dare he? How dare he confess that you deserved more, a better man? The anger burned inside you as you thought about all the letters he had ignored, the anguish, tears, sorrow, and love that he had chosen to disregard. 

"I'll stand by you through this, and in all our other lives, Sebastian Sallow. But if you choose to delve deeper into the dangerous world of Dark Arts, pushing me away as you go down a path towards self-destruction, do not expect me to follow. I love you too much to watch you fall apart." Your words were laced with equal parts passion and desperation, a final plea for him to see reason before it was too late.

With a heavy heart, you began to turn away, your steps slow and hesitant. As you clicked the lock open, ready to exit the bathroom and leave this tense encounter behind you, a sudden force seized your waist and yanked you back inside. The sound of your sharp intake of breath was drowned out by the thud of the door closing behind you.

"You're not going anywhere," Sebastian's voice was low and rough with emotion, "not before I give you a proper apology." 

He lifted you up and pinned you against the door with ease, his strong hands gripping your sides firmly. Your own hands instinctively reached up to cling to his neck, fingers digging into his skin as if seeking reassurance. 

Your lips collided in a violent and heated kiss, the passion between you both exploding like a firework. Your teeth clashing against his, causing the taste of metal to run across your lips. The intensity of the moment consumed you as you pulled, pushed, and shook him, unable to control your desire for this man. You didn't know what you wanted to do with him, but you just needed him, desperately.

 “Sebastian, I-” 

“Shut your pretty little mouth.” Your words were cut off by his rough command. 

As you kissed, your fingers traced over the soft strands of his hair, relishing in the familiar sensation. It had been so long since you had felt his touch, and you had missed it dearly. The scent of him filled your senses, a mix of wood and fresh cut grass that was uniquely him. His breath was sweet as honey and seemed to wash over you like a warm embrace. Memories flooded back as you savored the moment. 

“Let me devour you...please.” Sebastian’s tone was like that of a wild animal, asking permission to feast on its prey. It was almost pathetic how much he craved you.

But as he moved in for another kiss, you turned your cheek and whispered in his ear:

“No. Apologize first.”

Sebastian was determined to earn that apology. His sharp gaze met yours as he carefully set you down on your feet, his movements deliberate and purposeful. 

He kneeled before you and his head got lost in the folds of your skirt. As if seeking absolution, he began to worship every inch of skin above your knees with his lips. each kiss like a sweet offering of repentance.

Slowly, his kisses trailed up your thighs, inching higher and higher until they reached your inner thighs. You could feel the heat emanating from your core, begging for more. And Sebastian was all too willing to give it.

With rough hands, he parted your legs and pressed himself against you, feeling the intense heat radiating from your entrance. He couldn't resist any longer and continued to trail his kisses higher and higher until he buried his nose between your soaked panties. The sensation caused you to moan loudly, unable to contain yourself. 

His strong hands traveled to your hips, pushing you against the wall for support as your legs threatened to give out under the overwhelming pleasure that was coursing through your body. And in that moment, with Sebastian's lips and hands worshipping every inch of you. 

With a careful tug of his teeth, he removed your lace panties and let them drop to the floor at your feet, leaving you bare and exposed. 

Your body responded instinctually, reaching out to grip his head and guide him to where you needed him most. His tongue was like a delicately placed brush, painting slow and deliberate strokes across your sensitive flesh as he savored the sweet taste of your arousal. Your hips began to sway in time with his movements, rolling forward and back in an erotic rhythm. Your knees clenched tightly around his head, holding him in place as he worshipped you with his mouth.

Each flick of his tongue sent shivers coursing through your body, causing you to moan uncontrollably. As the passion built and your bodies intertwined, beads of sweat formed on your skin, adding to the intense heat radiating between you. The bathroom mirrors were steamed up from the steamy encounter, the only source of light being the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the window. 

Your moans warned Sebastian that you were nearing your limit, he only seemed to be spurred on by the challenge. With his strong, calloused hand, he traced a path down your body, his touch sending shivers of anticipation coursing through your veins. 

You couldn't help but twitch in response, eager for what was about to unfold. He then slowly, tantalizingly, slid his index finger inside your warm and inviting body, causing you to let out a feral growl of pleasure. 

This was a sensation he had only given you once before - before everything fell apart. Before the fifth year intervened and brought chaos into your relationship. Before the cursed relic came between you. Before the painful breakup that tore your hearts apart. And now here you were, reunited and rediscovering the passion that still burned between you.

Every nerve in your body was on high alert as the sensations from his touch washed over you. This wasn't like your first time with him at the dimly lit Undercroft, this was something else entirely; a chaotic and wild frenzy of desire. 

He pushed his index finger in and out of your entrance in a perfect rhythm, each thrust causing your walls to tighten around him. The sound of his voice, deep and almost demonic, made you let out a loud cry 

"After all this time...you're still so tight for me, Y/N," you heard Sebastian growl, his words laced with possessiveness and hunger.

You were wild and unapologetic, a naughty young woman who reveled in the forbidden pleasure of rocking your hips against your loved one. Sebastian, the man who had pushed you away for almost a year, was like a drug to you. You couldn't resist his touch, his alluring presence. It was like coming home after a long journey. 

As he slipped two fingers inside you, you gasped in ecstasy.

"You're taking me so good, my love." You gasped as Sebastian added a third finger, filling you completely. 

The sensations in your G Spot were intoxicating, sending shivers of pleasure through your body as your walls tightened around his fingers. You reached your climax and fell to your knees, still trembling with desire for him.

With a soft cry, you pulled him out of you slowly, savoring every moment of pleasure before he slipped away from you. Your body ached for more, but even in the absence of his touch, you could still feel the lingering effects of his fingers inside you. It was a bittersweet ache that only he could soothe.

He raised his hand to his lips, savoring the lingering essence of your orgasm and the wetness that coated them. 

A smile played on his lips as he whispered, "Your taste hasn't changed a bit, my love." 

He couldn't resist any longer and dove in to kiss you on the humid floor. Your legs welcomed him eagerly, wrapping around his waist as your bodies molded together. 

You could feel his cock throbbing painfully hard against his clothes, a testament to his desire for you. The stain of his pre-cum, evidence of how much he wanted you, had made an appearance earlier as he went down on you. Your inner thigh still glistened with it. 

Before things could get too heated on the floor, he pulled away abruptly.

"Get up," he commanded. "You're too delicate to be fucked on the floor, dear." In a heartbeat, he was on his feet and effortlessly lifting you up off the ground. He pressed you against the sink, making you face the mirror so you could watch every moment of what was about to happen next.

As you looked at yourself in the mirror, a blood-curdling scream threatened to escape your lips. 

Your hair was a tangled mess, strands sticking out in all directions as if they had been struck by lightning. And your blouse - which one were you even wearing? Blinking, you realized that Sebastian must have taken it off of you without you even noticing. Thank Merlin your bra was a decent one, its deep red hue matching perfectly with Sebastian's favorite color. Though now, it felt like a symbol of his possession over you. Your reflection seemed almost unreal, as if you were looking at a stranger who had been ravaged by desire and abandoned by all sense of control.

“Look how beautiful you are,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. His hand gently caressed your cheek as he gazed at you with adoration. “Look at yourself. I am doing this to you. You’re mine. No one else's.” His words sent a thrill of excitement through your body. You couldn't tear your gaze away from the mirror as he made you his, his hands exploring every inch of your bare skin. 

Your lips parted to speak, but before any words could escape, you felt his hard length pressing against your ass. 

He noticed your hesitation and spoke softly, “Tell me, what is it?” Your eyes met his in the reflection of the mirror, filled with longing and desire.

Without another thought, you looked over your shoulder at him, silently pleading for more. You wanted to feel his warmth, his body pressed against yours. You've missed him and he could see that in your eyes. As you stood there almost naked and vulnerable, he remained fully dressed.

He stepped away from you, not breaking eye contact in the mirror. 

Slowly, deliberately, he began to undress himself. First came his cloak, sliding off his shoulders with ease. Then, with just two fingers, he released his tie and looped it around his neck. Next went his vest and suspenders, each piece discarded with a practiced grace. 

You couldn't tear your gaze away as he stripped down before you, watching every movement in the reflection of the mirror.

With only his pants remaining, his arousal stood tall and hard before him. He closed the distance between you and began to kiss the nape of your neck, trailing his hands over every inch of your exposed skin. As he reached behind you to knot his loosened tie around your wrists, you trembled with anticipation.

His warm breath danced across your ear and the sensitive skin of your neck as he moved closer. The scent of him enveloped you, sweet and intoxicating.

"I miss the way you say my name, love," he purred as he wrapped his hands around your tightly bound wrists and pulled you closer to him. His voice was like a velvety whisper. "Say it."

 You hesitated for a moment, unable to resist getting lost in the reflection of his intense gaze. His piercing eyes seemed to see straight through you, leaving you vulnerable and exposed. 

He pressed his cock against your closed thighs, teasing and tormenting you with each subtle movement. A bead of precum escaped from the tip of his member and dripped between your legs, igniting a deep ache within you. His throbbing erection came tantalizingly close to your folds, tempting and teasing you further. 

Desperately wanting to catch a glimpse of him, you dared to look down but he quickly tugged on the tie that bound your wrists together. The sensation made you moaned as he held you in place.

“Say my name first”.

“Sebastian” You whispered in a very low voice. 

He shoved his cock closer to your entrance, brushing your clit.

“Louder” 

“Sebastian” - A little higher. 

“You can do better than that”

"S-Sebastian, please-" 

The sound of your breathless pleading was music to Sebastian's ears.Your voice quivered with need and anticipation, the same plea you had made when you lost your virginity to him. 

He pressed himself against your back, pushing you against the cold marble sink. His strong hands grasped your hips, spreading your buttocks apart. Thanks to all the skilled work he had done with his tongue and fingers earlier, he had no trouble penetrating you in a heartbeat.

A primal growl escaped your chest as he began to thrust his hips slowly against yours. Your core eagerly welcomed him, craving his touch. Every thrust sent sparks of pleasure through your body, your walls clenching tightly around him in ecstasy.

The sounds of your wetness mingled with the sound of skin slapping against skin as he drove into you over and over again. The heady scent of sex filled the air, making your head spin and your senses reel. With every movement, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, until finally you tumbled over, crying out his name as waves of pleasure washed over you.

“F-Fuck, you’re so tight, my love” Sebastian groaned, his voice strained with desire. 

You whimpered in ecstasy as he maintained a firm grip on your restrained wrists, his other hand skillfully undoing the clasp of your red lace bra with one hand. The delicate fabric fell away, revealing your breasts to him. They bounced and swayed with each thrust of his hips, drawing his gaze to your hardened pink nipples. Without hesitation, he swung you around and carried you into one of the closed stalls, never breaking contact with your body as he sucked on your sensitive peaks. The sensation was like a slow burn, building up until it consumed your entire being. 

With a firm hand, he pushed the stall door closed behind you, trapping you against the cold wooden surface. His strong arms lifted you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his hips as he devoured your lips with his own. The heat of his body pressed against yours, igniting a fire within you.

“I’ll fuck you in every possible corner in Hogwarts, do you understand me?”

His hands roamed over your body, drawing gentle circles on your breasts before squeezing them and eliciting a moan of pleasure from you. He couldn't resist the taste of you any longer and eagerly sucked on your skin, savoring every moment of finally being able to have you. Just when you thought he would change positions again, he lowered you down a bit, and with an abrupt move he claimed you as his own, pulling your body inside of him. 

A sharp moan escaped your lips as Sebastian guided your weight. Every movement was under his control - how you entered him, how you exited him. As you looked down, you saw your glistening pussy eagerly welcoming his hard cock, sliding in and out of you with each thrust. Your hot juices threatened to splash against his lower stomach, evidence of the intense pleasure between you. 

Your vision blurred as he consumed you, making it difficult to focus on the sight of him thrusting into your soaking wet pussy. You instinctively reached out and grabbed onto his back, digging your nails into his skin as you moaned in ecstasy. Resting your chin on his shoulder, you were able to catch a glimpse of his reflection in a small mirror positioned perfectly in front of you. The defined muscles of his back flexed and strained with each powerful movement, adding to the intensity of the moment. As he continued to penetrate you, his perfectly round and smooth ass tensed and relaxed, driving you closer to the edge. 

Sebastian looked over his shoulder and caught you watching him.His eyes locked with yours, a wicked grin spreading across his lips before he resumed his sensual assault on your body. 

"Take my cock," Sebastian growled, his voice thick with desire. "Take it all in. You belong to me, now and always. You’re mine."

You surrendered to his words, feeling a rush of pleasure coursing through your body as he thrust deeper inside you. Your nails dug into his back, leaving red marks in their wake as you lost yourself in the intense sensation.

With each moan and gasp that escaped your lips, Sebastian's own sounds grew louder. His arousal building until he couldn't hold back any longer. With one final, primal grunt, he released himself inside you, filling you with his warm seed.

Both of you collapsed into each other's embrace, your bodies forming a perfect fit, you could feel his warmth radiating against your skin. The intensity of your hug made it seem as though the world had faded away. Your legs were wobbly and weak, but his strong grip held you steady. His chest rose and fell rapidly against yours, the sound of his racing heartbeat filling your ears. It was a familiar sound that you had longed to hear again.

He held onto you tightly, facing you with an intense gaze as if he never wanted to let go. His nose buried into the soft skin of your neck, taking in your scent, and his arms wrapped around you like a protective shield.

As your bodies intertwined in a warm embrace, his breath tickled your ear as he whispered those familiar words.

"Ever thy. Ever mine. Ever ours." You melted into him, gazing into his hazelnut eyes, now filled with sincerity and regret. It was the same quote you had signed each letter you sent him with, a constant reminder of your love for him. 

"Y-You read them? You-" Your voice trembled with emotion as you tried to comprehend his actions.

He had read them all, despite wanting to push you away and make you forget about him. A pang of regret shot through his voice as he continued, "I wanted to break your heart and make you hate me, to erase myself from your life. And for that, I am deeply sorry. I have read every word, every letter, written with nothing but love and anguish from your hand and soul." Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you realized how much he had suffered silently, just like you.

Tears glistened in his eyes as he repeated, "I-am-sorry," his voice cracking with raw and intense emotion. 

You gently pressed your lips against his swollen ones, the warmth of your touch bringing a sense of comfort to his beautiful face adorned with scattered freckles.

"You're forgiven." You whispered softly.

👉 It was Sebastian's turn >:)

👉 And in B&W because I did not feel like coloring today

#sebastian sallow smut #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x f!mc #hogwarts legacy #slytherin #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy smut #hogwarts legacy x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow fanart #absolute filth #post Azkaban sebastian #prisoner of azkaban #spicy fanfic #spicy fanart

[ggrapeejuicee]

Lifeguard!Harry AU

cw: smut, oral (f receiving)

summary: you visit Harry at work and end up in the pool storage room…

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His back was stiff against the uncomfortable white chair as he sat through the fourth hour of his shift. The sun was hot on his face, and the constant sight of children was really beginning to piss him off. He desperately wanted the summer to be over so he could be anywhere else but the side of this busy pool.

Harry’s eyes scanned the crowd, a group of moms on loungers next to the pool, their kids playing with floaties in the water, and when his eyes reached the entrance to check who was entering poolside, his whole body stiffened.

You.

You, in a stupidly revealing white bikini. You, with your annoying friends who hated him. You, with your Ray Bans that he bought you sat upon your head.

He swallowed a lump in his throat, and tried to draw his eyes away from you and towards others in the pool. But his gaze kept going back towards you.

And this time his eyes caught yours, and a smirk was playing on your lips.

Harry scanned your tanned body. The smooth skin he knew so well was on full display for everyone to see, a tiny bikini bra covering your breasts, and barely fucking anything covering your ass. The more he looked at you the more his cock hardened beneath his uniform shorts, a rock hard erection forming in no time. He kept his eyes locked with yours as he adjusted himself in his pants in an attempt to hide it from the rest of the crowd.

A smirk of his own appeared as he watched a faint blush appear on your cheeks.

He drew his eyes away from you, trying his best to do his job. If anyone drowned while he was having a raging hard on he’d never live it down.

But still he felt your eyes on him. Your piercing gaze on his shirtless body.

He desperately needed you, it had been too long.

“Hey, Lou?” Harry called his college who was currently cleaning the poolside, “Mind covering me while I take my break?”

Harry jumped off of the tall white chair and made sure Louis was in his place before he left his position. He caught your eyes again, and made a subtle gesture to the large white pool store house at the back of the poolside area.

Harry made his way to the store house, unlocking the door with his employee set of keys. His dick was throbbing, and if you didn’t appear soon he would go fucking insane.

He paced the small space, his hand running through his slightly damp hair, waiting, praying, that you’d show up.

His head was quick to turn and face the door as soon as he heard the handle twisting.

When you walked in, he found it difficult for his draw not to drop completely to the ground. Your skin was smooth, even in the dim, barely existing lighting it somehow still managed to glow. He wanted to rip that skimpy bikini right off your body so he could see each and every part of it.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, ace?” Harry asked, his voice low.

“Am I bothering you, Styles?”

“You can’t break up with me and then come to my work dressed like that, do you know what you’re doing t’me?”

You grinned. You’d seen exactly what you’d done to him. His little show he put on while sat on the lifeguard chair has proven that.

“Feel what you’ve done to me.” He said, taking a step closer to you, his hand taking hold of your wrist.

His head moved so his lips brushed against your ears.

“Feel how fuckin’ hard you’ve made me princess. Comin’ in here with that slutty bikini on.”

He guided your hand to press against his rock hard erection, quickly gasping in a breath when coming in contact with it.

“Tell me you’ve missed me, ace. I gotta hear you say it.”

“I missed you, Harry.” You said quietly.

He gripped both of your wrists, pushing you against the nearest wall behind you.

“Tell me why you’re here.” He said, raising your hands above your head, pinning both your wrists up there with only one hand.

“Because I missed you.” You repeat.

Harry shook his head, “Real reason.”

His other hand dropped, and he slid it under his shorts and under his boxers, beginning to relieve some of the tension by palming his cock. His eyes rolled back slightly, the grip on your wrists tightening.

“I-”

“I only got 45 minutes on my break ace, if you want me I need to hear you say it so we can speed this up.”

“Fuck, Harry. I wouldn’t have come here if I didn’t want you.”

He looked at you, grinning devilishly. He dropped the grip he had on your wrists.

“Sit down.” He gestured towards a wooden crate sat in the room.

You sat, refusing to break eye contact as he dropped to his knees in front of you.

“‘M gonna take these off.” He said, his fingers hooking underneath the flimsy fabric of the bikini bottoms. “And then you’re gonna spread your legs nice and wide for me.”

You nod, jaw clenching in anticipation.

“Need to taste my princess before I fuck you.”

He slowly slid the fabric down your legs, before pushing your legs apart. And the moan that escaped your lips as soon as he buried his head into you was a noise you didn’t think you were even capable of.

Harry wasn’t prepared either, as soon as his lips tasted your dripping wetness, his moan made your whole pussy vibrate. Your legs shook as his tongue attacked your clit, gripping hold of his hair.

“Fuck, Harry,” You moaned, “Fuck, just like that.”

He looked up at you with a grin playing on his lips, continuing.

“Harry I fucking missed you.” You moaned, “I missed you.”

Harry sped up in desperation, he could tell you were struggling to stay quiet in such a public area. You’d always been a screamer, he liked that about you. But you were both very aware that no one locked the door and anyone could walk in at any moment.

“I’m gonna cum. Harry I’m gonna come.”

Your words made him only go faster, his tongue swirling around your clit like his life depended on it.

You slammed your hand over your mouth to muffle your cry as you came all over his face, a moan coming from Harry as he tried his best to lap it all up. Your taste was addicting to him.

“Fuckin’ hell, that was fast. You really have missed me.”

#harry styles #smut #harry styles smut #harry styles au #au #spicy #alternate universe #love on tour #fanfic #spicy fanfic #smut fanfic #one shot #harry styles one shot #one direction #one direction smut #harry styles x reader

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Hi, this is my first time requesting anything on this site holy fuck.

could you write a Sukuna x M!Reader? it's a struggle finding any lol. I don't really have anything specific in mind but it would be cool to read a fic where he's not to OOC and lowkey treats the reader like shit, but it's completely up to you hehe

I am so sorry this took so long! I re-wrote this like ten times before finally deciding to just keep it simple and spicy!

Be warned: This is Sukuna people, it toes a line, it gets suggestive, no actual smut though. Proceed at your own risk.

You groaned, reluctant to be awake at this hour, much less to the sound of someone sneaking into your room. Again.

'Dude, it's like 8:30, what're you doing in bed?'

You cracked one eye open, scowling at the pink haired vessel stood over your bed. He had no idea what the hellspawn he hosts does to you after dark.

Yuuji has total control of his body, most of the time, except, as you've learned, if he sleeps too deeply. Sukuna can occasionally slip through, and though he can't go running wild and waking up Yuuji, he can, and will make his way to your room, and keep you awake until all hours.

You won't be telling Yuuji about this because the poor guy would trip over his own guilt, so this leaves you here, sleep deprived at eight in the fucking morning.

'Sleeping, what's it look like?'

'If you don't get up Gojo-sensei's gonna come poor water on you again.'

You whined, driving your head into the pillow before reluctantly throwing the covers off yourself. 'Fine fine, stave off the blindfold demon.'

Yuuji chuckled, throwing your uniform at you, followed by an apple. 'Just hurry up, you promised Maki you'd spar with her today.'

'Oh fuck!'

Eyes wide, you dressed in a panic, hoping the adrenaline would help wake you up. Sparring with Maki is not something to be half asleep for. Never mind that you only had ten minutes to meet her.

Yuuji rolled his eyes, throwing an apple at you next, oblivious to the fact that he's the reason you've been struggling to be a functional human being.

He's also the only reason you manage to get to any one class these days, so as far as you're concerned, he evens out his evil twin pretty well.

'You were impressive this morning.'

A sigh left your lips, spitting into the basin as you hurriedly finished brushing your teeth. 'Evening to you too, your majesty.'

'Attitude, brat.' Sukuna purred, his claws brushing across your bare back, watching the shivers shoot down you spine and the gooseflesh ride in his wake. 'Why you bother covering up during the day is beyond me.'

'I'm well aware of your opinions on shirts, Sukuna.'

Slowly, you turned to face him, wary of any sudden moves the curse may interpret as an attack. He's half naked, as usual.

His upper lip curled in a sneer, sharp teeth almost reflecting the moonlight pouring in through your window. 'Ridiculous things, how you fight in them is beyond me.'

'Is that true? Or you just wanna show off?'

Over the weeks that Sukuna's been paying you these night-time visits, you've grown desensitised to the danger you're actually in. You know you'd be dead if he wanted you dead, so why not have a little fun with it?

The curse's grin could have swallowed you whole, his hand suddenly clasped around your throat, forcing you to his eye level with his other hand digging into the flesh of your back, leaving you to wonder of he drew blood.

'You like what you see, twisted little brat.' His breath fanned your face, presence looming over you. You can feel the power rolling off him in waves, power you couldn't possibly rival. You were helpless compared to this creature.

So why go out crying?

A smile curled your lips even as he restricted the air in your lungs, making your head feel floaty. 'I'm starting to think you do too. You haven't killed me yet, bastard curse.'

Sukuna laughed, and now, you're sure he's drawn blood, you can feel it sliding down the curve of your back in tiny rivulets from where his nails broke your soft skin.

'You don't have the power to back up this kind of foolishness, boy!' He snapped.

Your heart stuttered with the growl in his voice, and despite any kind of better judgement, you melted into it further.

'Then why come here every night?'

'Why haven't you told the sorcerer?' Sukuna countered, his grin turned knowing. 'The brat, the Six Eyes, any one of them could stop me from doing this, you've had ample chance, and you've told, no one.'

You averted your eyes, ears growing warm as Sukuna eased his grip, only to yank your head back by your hair, teeth and tongue assaulting your neck.

This. This is why you've told no one. Gojo would know in an instant that you'd let the King of Curses in your pants, or worse, Sukuna would tell everyone himself, and you couldn't stand that kind of embarrassment, even if the choice had been amazing sex, or die.

Sukuna laid you out on your bed, stealing the breath from your lungs as he nipped at your ear lobe.

'You'll tell no one brat, because you're mine now.'

#yuuji x reader x sukuna #sukuna x male reader #jjk fanfic #spicy fanfic #jjk x male reader

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

*°:⋆ₓₒ day 16. blindfolding

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “blind to the light”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ ii wanted to add more spice to the bedroom for this year, and spoil you prettily for his holiday affairs.

pairing: ii x afab!reader

a/n: finally not sick anymore woo !! time to try and not half ass my remaining fics. we’re getting closer to the 25th !!

cw: nsfw content. blindfolding. slight bondage (?). sexual teasing. tit worshipping. hickeys.

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“ah ah ah, no peeking. that just won’t make things fair, now would it?” —❤︎

┅✦┅

“there we go.. comfy?”

“mmmh.”

“good.”

one lace goes through the loop and into the hole, now the fold was snug and comfortably rested above your eyes, keeping your line of vision completely obscured by the delicate fabric. ii sighed and appreciated his work for a moment, clasping his hands together as he observed you. you sat helplessly on the fluffy duvet, sitting up on your knees with your palms between your thighs. all the while, you felt the teasing, alluring presence of ii circling around you, tempting you with just his aura alone.

the blindfold that adorned your face was an elegant design. handmade, intricate flowers that came in various shades of soft pink, yellow and red were perfectly stitched onto the fabric. carefully placed designer pearls added a glimmering flair to the exquisite design. and of course, the beautifully embroidered patterns on the blindfold that kept the entire thing holding together.

the blindfold accompanied with your innocent looking outfit that ii dressed you in made you look like an angel. it’s like you descended from the heavens, looking as light and airy as ever. it was stitched together with silky fabrics that draped down your shoulders, looking like a wedding bride. however, the outfit exposed most of your skin.

it was so beautiful to look at, yet the blindfold’s entire purpose was for you to not see it at all. how cruel.

ii looked in front of you, and whistled at the sight, finding the view before him rather striking.

“hot.” he mumbled, chuckling lowly and moving around the bed to watch every curve, side and dip of your body.

“damn… i really outdid myself with this one.” ii praised himself, slowly walking around to crawl onto the bed, sitting right behind you.

you gasped as you felt his hands slowly caress your hips, his touch catching you off guard as he brought your body closer to his. your breath hitched, and you tried to move your head to get a peek at what he was doing, but he just let out a “tsk tsk” sound and turned you around with one of his hands.

“ah ah ah, no peeking. that just won’t make things fair, now would it?” he teased with a grin, keeping one hand on your cheek while the other rested on your waist.

you would’ve moved the blindfold out of the way to try and see what’s going on, but you exactly couldn’t. ii had some delicate, rose gold rope that he used to bind your wrists behind your back, that way you couldn’t take it off. it was inconvenient, but somewhat arousing.

“ii.. i wanna see.” you whined, head leaning against your lover’s chest. “what are you planning to do this time?”

“oh y’know… just wanted to do something special this year for christmas. make it extra memorable.”

the drummer’s fingers worked around the material of your clothes very delicately, treating every fiber with care as he caressed your skin underneath the fabric. slipping his hands underneath your shirt, he grabbed and massaged any area of plump, bare skin he could find— being sure to worship every inch of your body.

you responded in such a satisfying way. heavenly moans and deep sighs of pleasure were enough to keep ii going. the sensation of not being able to see what he was doing, only heightened the rest of your senses, and each touch on your felt electrifying.

“you like that?” ii whispered huskily into your ear, one of his hands moving underneath your breast, and he squeezed it gently, making you gasp and moan.

“m-mhm…” you whimpered.

“good. fucking good.” ii praised with a rasp voice, his other hand slipping underneath your shirt to fondle with your tits. he was squeezing and massaging them firmly, rolling your nipples between his fingers. the sensation was teasing, but it felt so good that you leaned back against his shoulder and moaned.

“f-fuuck.” you rasped out, loving the feeling of ii playing with your breasts like this.

ii was only getting more turned on too, his hard dick straining in his pants as he fondles your tits, watching you squirm behind him. he smirked and moved to latch his lips onto your neck, sucking on the soft skin and leaving hickeys onto your body, making your moans increase in volume.

“mmmh.. this must be a nice christmas for you.. yeah? you like it when i worship your breasts like this?” ii asked, now slipping the shirt off of your shoulder so he has more room to play with your chest. you nodded meekly at his words, finding each touch equally exhilarating.

“wonderful.” he breathed out.

ii shuffled around so that way he was now in front of you, breathing against your neck heavily while he kept a firm grip on your shoulders. you whined and breathed out.

“baby… when can i see?” you asked softly.

“in a minute.” he mumbled. “i’m not done with my gift yet.”

without warning, ii moved his mouth to capture on of the hardened nipples on your breast, making your eyes widen under the blindfold and let out a long, satisfied moan at the feeling. he was sucking on one breast while he used the other to massage the other neglected breast. his long tongue swirled around the nub, relishing the sound of your whimpers as he sucked your tits.

his mouth popped off your nipple for a moment, and he kissed and sucked around the skin of your breast, before moving his mouth over to do the same on the other one. ii really had a fondness for your tits, and he was going to show them an extra amount of love through the whole way, and make you feel good throughout the process.

after a few minutes of kissing, sucking and worshipping your skin and breasts, ii finally pulled away, his saliva dripping down your skin with a glistening shine, making the sight more sexy. he grinned and moved to your side, slowly undoing the blindfold on your eyes.

“check it out.” he grinned, allowing for you to behold the sight.

your eyes wandered over to the mirror, and you looked at your reflection. reddish-purple hickeys were everywhere on your neck, collarbone and breasts, coloring each patch of skin with a bruising mark. bite marks were left here and there on your shoulders and neck, with splotches of saliva coated onto your skin.

you marveled at the sight, it looked so sexy. the outfit that ii chose for you only made it look all the more alluring. ii was like the painter, and you were the canvas. his work of art.

ii grinned, and moved behind you to massage your shoulders, giggling a bit.

“that’s my gift to you, honey.”

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#holiday hoes event #sleep token fanfic #ii sleep token #ii x reader #sleep token smut #st fanfic #sleep token fic #smutty drabble #smutty fanfiction #christmas prompts #christmas #spicy tag #spicy fanfic

[skyyy96]

🎀 Spicy Thoughts 🎀

You're in the kitchen cooking at the stove when she sneaks up on you from behind, and covers your neck in a series of hot kisses. Your knees weakening more and more each time she whispers dirty words into your ears with a devious smirk. Her arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you in closer. She turns you around to face her and tilts your chin upward with her finger to make eye contact. "You're blushing again darling" she chuckles, gently stroking your cheek with her fingers as you begin stuttering in an attempt to say something in return, though now you're unable to even formulate a proper sentence - too flustered to think clearly....

She finds this highly amusing, and slowy backs you up against the countertop. "Already so needy hmm?" She questions looking down at your clenched thighs. "Please, I need you!" you whimper desperately. And she answers your plea by wedging her knee between your legs for you to grind on for some relief, while locking eyes with you once more as she traces her fingers slowly up and down your inner thighs. The sensation giving you goosebumps. Her nails leaving light claw marks down your back while making out. Kissing her so passionately that you're both left gasping for a breath of fresh air by the end.

#lesbian #wlw #sapphic #red thoughts #spicy thoughts #spicy books #wattpad #fanfiction #fanfiction prompts #wlw imagine #spicy fanfic #dom/sub #gay panic #nsft imagine #wlw nsft #sapphic nsft #lesbian nsft

[sapphireisverygaymydudes]

You know before I started reading fanfiction, I didn’t know how men would have sex. I do now.

Thank you fic writers

#saph says #fanfiction #writers #ao3 writer #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #good omens #supernatural #hazbin hotel #michael sheen #david tennant #doctor who #aziraphale #aziracrow #reading fanfiction #smut #spicy fanfic #spicy fics #thank you writers #for educating me #much gratitude #many thanks

[morpheusbaby3]

reader is an artist (drawings) and has notebooks where he keeps his art. Morpheus is curious about it, and when he sees the drawings he sees that IN THAT notebook there is no drawing about him (he is your boyfriend and he was waiting for something), there are drawings of all the residents of Dreaming.

later Morpheus discovers that the reader has notebooks kept with drawings dedicated to his king... And he doesn't leave these notebooks anywhere or draw in them when someone is around because the drawings are a little...inappropriate. In these drawings the reader also made himself and Morpheus together in his favorite positions and several things he would like to try...

(I'm using a translator, sorry if something is written wrong)

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[thoughtswordsandnonsense]

Solstice Presents

Solstice has hit as Basgiath and Violet intends to spend it curled up reading her new book. Little does she know Xaden and Liam have a different plan that will be much more exciting than reading in bed alone. THIS IS 18+ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD!! This takes place in Violets first year.

Violet’s Pov: 

We don’t get a long break like the others do, Solstice at Basgiath is only 3 days off and then it's back to training for everyone. First-years are forced to stay here while second-years and up are allowed to take off for those days. Exiting my last class for the day I make my way up to my room, intending to spend the next few days reading and catching up on sleep. 

“Violet!” Liam’s yell echoes down the hall as he runs to catch up to me, Xaden making him my shadow annoys me at times. “Hey, will you slow down a bit?” He says as he catches up with me, casually slinging an arm over my shoulders, I slow my pace but keep heading towards my room. “Any plans for the break?” He asks and I shrug. “No, not really. Intended on reading and sleeping. You?” he shrugs “Not really, no. Did you maybe want to hang out over the break?” He asks as we approach my door and I open it.

“Yeah sure-” “Oh, hey Violence.” Xaden’s deep voice rings through the room as I spy him lying on my bed, casually tossing one of his knives up and down, not even bothering to look my way. He’s dressed in black pants that are tight around his muscular legs and a tight black t-shirt, his flight jacket placed on the edge of my bed. “What exactly are you doing in my room?” I ask as I stand in the doorway, Liam's arm still draped over my shoulder as Xaden looks over at us and glares. “Waiting on you, relaxing.” He states plainly, glaring daggers at Liam and I look up to see Liam smirking cockily over at Xaden. “Problem?” Liam asks in a teasing tone and Xaden’s fists clench his knife tightly now. “Nope.” “What’d you need to wait on me for?” I ask, trying to break the obvious tension seeping through the room. “I was going to see if you wanted to do a training session tonight after dinner.” I groan, crossing my arms over my chest as I fight the urge to stomp my foot on the ground like a child. “No,” I state and he sighs pushing off my bed and standing. “It wasn’t me asking you, it was me telling you. I’ll see you in the training room after dinner.” He moves to brush past Liam and I, and I pettily hit his arm with my shoulder as he passes.

 “I said no,” I say as he goes into the hall. “Liam, you’ll see to her getting there?” He asks and Liam nods. “Yeah, no problem.” “Both of you fuck off and leave me alone.” I spit as Liam laughs and moves out of my room, once he’s out I slam the door on him. “See you later, Violence.” Liam says and I hear an “Ow dude the fuck?” A moment later from Liam. “Don’t fucking call her that.” As they walk off. 

I move to my bed, open the nightstand and grab the romance novel I had asked for from Jesinia before she hunkered down for Solstice as well. Lying down I take off my boots and socks and begin taking my hair out of my braid. Settling once I’m more comfortable I use the light filtering in from the window as reading light and crawl underneath my blanket. Xaden and his training be damned. 

Bright light startles me as I move to grab one of the blades on my side and slice whoever is waking me. Rough hands pin my wrist to the bed and I try to fight back. “Violence, it’s just me. “ My eyes open to see Xaden’s face hovering above my own, mere inches from mine. “What the fuck?” I yell at him as I move to shove him back, he laughs as I catch Liam sitting on my desk, flipping through one of my books.

 “Violet, I didn’t take you as someone who reads such filthy fucking porn.” He laughs and I feel my face warm as I look to the other side of my bed where my book should be but isn’t. “Put it back Liam.” I spit and he laughs again. “No way, this shit’s good.” I lurch, trying to jump over the edge of my bed to reach him. Xaden's warm arms pull me up and against him, my feet touching the cold floor as he restrains my arms behind my back. “Care to share with the class what our dear sweet Violet has been reading?” Xaden eggs him on and I struggle against him. “Fuck you both, leave my reading alone.” Liam clears his throat as he smirks down at me his blue eyes look at me mischievously. His eyes flick to the page as his voice drops an octave, sounding deeper and more sensual than normal.

 “Too much of a needy slut to wait for me hm? He says as he looks at his partners, Cas on her hands and knees and Dean hovering behind her, frozen as I glare at the pair of them. The lack of response has me walking over as I wrap Cas’s hair around my fist and slowly drag her head up to look at me. ‘Has he fucked you dumb already?’ She whimpers and I chuckle looking up at Dean to catch his guilty-looking eyes. ‘It was my idea.’ He says and I chuckle darkly ‘I don’t care whose idea it was to fuck before I got home she’ll be getting ruined by both of us tonight.’ She mewls at my threat and I look down to see her pleading eyes ‘Is that what you want little slut? For the two of us to have you so wrecked you can’t walk straight for days?’ she nods and begins to plead.” Liam takes a break leaning against the desk as every part of my body flushes with need, Xaden’s lips hover over my neck, his hot breath fanning across it as I try to not arch up into him. “Is that what you want Violence? To be wrecked, worshiped by not only one but two men?” His low voice has my toes curling, if I wasn’t flushing before I was now. Hyperaware of the tension in the room I cast my eyes to the floor as I feel one of Xaden's hands let go of my arm and trail up reaching to wrap his warm calloused hand against my neck and pull me back into him completely, forcing me to have my head against his chest as he makes me look him in the eyes. “I asked you a question.” He growls and I suck in a sharp breath as his hand adds pressure onto my neck. “Yes, gods yes.” I whimper and he smirks down at me and then looks across the room at Liam. 

“Are you staying or are you going?” He asks and Liam crosses the room and looks down at me, piercing blue eyes undressing me on the spot. “Do you want this Violet?” Xaden’s hand lets go of my neck and lets me go as I’m wedged in between them, Liam caresses my face, holding it softly as he searches for any sign of hesitation. “If you don’t want this we can end this right now and act like nothing ever happened,” Xaden says softly from behind me. “I want it, I want you both. Please.” I mewl and both of them groan. 

In one swift movement, Liam leans down and presses his warm lips against mine, Xaden’s lips are on my neck and my senses are in overdrive at the overstimulation already. He nips at the sensitive skin as Liam nips softly on my bottom lip, I moan into his mouth as his hands move to hold onto my waist and Xaden begins working on getting my corset off. His hands tug at the strings binding it together and make quick work of flinging it across the room and he quickly works my long sleeve off leaving my chest bare to both men. Liam pulls back and glances down at me, moving to cover myself with my arms Xaden's hands stop mine as he comes to stand beside Liam. “You’re beautiful Violet, there’s no reason for you to hide yourself from us. We’ll take care of you.” I nod, taking a deep breath to settle my nerves as I look up to see both of them looking like they want to devour me whole.

 “Do you trust us, Violet?” Xaden asks and I nod. “Yes, I trust both of you. I want this.” I say softly and he smiles. “Good girl,” Xaden says softly as one of his hands trails up and over to the peaks of my breast, tracing around my nipple with the pad of his fingertip as I suck in a breath, head tipping back in pleasure as he teasingly flicks it. Warm wetness meets my other nipple as I glance down to see Liam’s spiky light blonde hair sucking on my nipple, pleasure coursing through me as he sucks, moans fall from my mouth as they work together to tease me. “Stop teasing.” I gasp and Xaden chuckles. “We’re just getting started Violet, there’s no need to rush.” He moves closer and I tilt my head as his lips move against the shell of my ear. “Don’t worry, we’ll make sure you’re thoroughly wrecked, just like the girl in that smutty book of yours.” “Gods.” I moan and Liam laughs as he pulls away from my breast, lightly nipping before pulling back completely. “No gods here, just us. Though it’s quite the ego boost to be compared to a deity.” He says cockily as he goes on his knees in front of me, fingers making quick work of sliding into my waistband and sliding down my black leather pants and underwear. Leaving me completely bare for them. Xaden sucks on my neck, no doubt making leaving obvious marks that I won’t be able to cover. Liam helps me balance as he gets my pants off my legs and over my feet, flinging them across the room and quickly turning back to me. 

Xaden moves behind me, pulling me against him as we sit on the bed with me in his lap, arms wrapping around my torso and his legs wrapping around my own, opening me wide for Liam as he moves forward. Kissing from my knee up to my mid-thigh and then just over my clit and I arch into him, Xaden holds me tightly to him. “Beg,” Xaden says as I feel my wetness leak out and onto the bed. “Fuck, please. Liam, please. I need you. Make me cum please.” I gasp and his eyes meet mine. “With pleasure.” He says hungrily before surging forward, sucking my clit into his mouth and I gasp. One of his fingers moves to tease my cunt before sliding in and I tremble against both of them. Xaden moves my hair to the other side of my neck and leaves soft kisses from my neck to my jaw, fingers moving to pull at my nipples and I shudder against them. A second finger goes in and it has me arching in Xadens arms, his legs hold mine in place as Liam sucks on my clit and fucks his fingers into me, curling up to hit the right spot. “Fuck, fuck. Liam, please.” I can feel him smirk against me as I quickly barrel towards cumming. His fingers hitting just the right spot, Xaden's fingers roughly tug at my nipples and I can hardly get enough air into my lungs. “Be a good girl and cum for us Violet.” Xaden rasps and thats all I need to shatter, my body convulsing as Liam laps up my cum. Slowing his pace but not letting go until I’ve finished.

 Pulling back he looks up at me, cum dripping from his chin as he licks his lips. “You’re delicious.” He says to me and then looks to Xaden “I think she’s ready for you buddy.” Xaden’s movement stops as he slides up from underneath me and I fall back against my bed, still trying to catch my breath as my hair splays out around me. “We aren’t anywhere near done with you yet my sweet girl,” Xaden says and my eyes flick to his face, a coy smile lays on his lips as his lust-filled gaze looks me up and down. “I didn’t say I was done, just catching my breath.” I shoot at him and he smiles as he pulls his shirt off and makes quick work of his pants and briefs. Cock hard and standing against his stomach, glistening with precum. My eyes dart over to Liam whos fisting his impressively large cock staring down at me. “You boys gonna sit there and gawk at me or are you gonna fuck me?” I shoot at them in a snarky tone. “On your hands and knees Violet,” Xaden says in a gruff tone and I’m quick to comply, Liam stands at the edge of the bed as Xaden comes behind me and lands a sharp blow to my ass. I yelp and jump forward, the stinging only making me drip more. Liam catches my chin and has me look up at him. “Be a good girl for us and take him nice and deep.” “Yes sir,” I respond as Xaden teases my opening with the head of his cock, getting it wet with my cum before notching only the tip at my entrance. I try to push back on him but Xaden is quick to have a steely grip on my hip, holding me so I can only feel the slight stretch of his head. Liam has me looking up at him as Xaden then slams into me and I moan loudly. One hand moves to start rubbing circles on my clit as he sets a slow pace. “Be a good girl and suck his dick.” Xaden grunts and I nod opening my mouth and teasing Liam's tip with my tongue. Circling it as he continues jacking off the base of his cock, slowly letting me work it into my mouth. I drool around his thick cock and feel Liam wrap my hair around one of his hands. Xaden’s thrust begins to get harder as I feel the sting of him slapping my ass again. My hands fist my sheets as pleasure courses through my body, his cock hitting the same spot Liam did earlier. The sound of skin slapping fills the room, Liam's eyes are closed as I suck his cock as far back as I can. Hollowing out my cheeks as I feel the back of my throat burn, tears line my vision but I breathe out my nose and fight the gagging feeling that's arising. Liam pulls me back slightly and the feeling ebbs away as I bob my head on his cock. ‘Such a good little slut taking both of us so well.” Xaden moans and I feel my cunt squeeze at his words. “You like being called a good little slut?” I can feel the way your cunt is squeezing me so tight when I say it.” Xaden moans raggedly and Liam groans as I work him closer to cumming. My moans get caught in my throat as I feel Liam's cock twitch in my mouth. “Vi, I’m gonna cum.” Liam says in warning and I suck him deeper, his warm salty cum spills into my mouth and I swallow it all down as he pulls out and carefully unwinds his hand from my hair, moving to sit on the edge of the bed.

 “Such a good girl,” he says breathily and Xaden picks up the pace behind me and my arms lose all feeling as my front collapses down. I rest my head on my arms as Xaden’s cock goes even deeper than before and I’m mewling as he has me barrelling toward my second orgasm. “Xaden, fuck please.” I cry and he speeds up the finger circling my slit. “Cum for me Violet.” My body shudders as my vision blackens. Xaden’s grip on my hip tightens to a near-bruising grip as he cums with my name tumbling from his lips, like a prayer needing to be heard. For a few moments, it feels like my body is floating as if my head is underwater.

 When my eyes open Xaden is over top of me, hands cradling my face and looking at me concerned. “Violet, are you okay?” All semblance of the dominant seductive tone from earlier is gone. “Yeah, I’m good.” I choke out hoarsely. “Vi, you slept through dinner didn’t you?” Liam asks and it takes me a second to move my head to look at him. He’s sprawled out on my bed, legs up the wall looking like some sort of god that needs worshiping. “Yeah, why?” He laughs and shakes his head. “She probably just crashed after her amazing orgasms dude. Get her some food and water and she’ll be fine.” Xaden flips Liam off as he carefully brings me against his chest, moving us so I’m in the middle of Xaden and Liam. Liam puts his legs over mine as Xaden drapes his arms over my chest and kisses my forehead. “So, is this a one-time thing?” I ask softly and Liam laughs. “We do have three days of no requirements, I don’t know about you but I’m not too inclined to leave this bed. Especially if I get a repeat of that.” Liam says and Xaden chuckles. “I think we’re all in agreeance then, 3 days in bed it is,” Xaden says and Liam pumps his fists up into the air. “Fuck yeah.” He whisper-shouts and we all laugh.

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Serpent's at the Library

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He brought you to me, pretty girl

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Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: innocent!reader, christian!reader, god kink, worshipping kink, perv!Eddie if you squint, spicy ish, church

This is part one 🤍 part two

You're the sweetest girl in church. You're prim and proper, modest church dress and your hair ties in a high ponytail. Everyone in your church loved you, as you adored helping around even without being asked. You almost worked at the churchat this point.

Leaving church, A sweet old lady who was a church regular stopped you at the doors.

"dear, I appreciate your help here so very much. You have a good head on your shoulders and your parents should be proud. Have a blessed rest of your Sunday, dear" she smiled, gesturing you our of the door as you nodded and smiled back at her.

On the car ride home, your dad piped up.

"y'know honey, were very proud of how seriously you're taking your faith. Have you been staying up to date on your bible study?"

You nod. You've never missed a day of studying, and you could practically resite every bible quote by heart.

"well me and your mom are going to go eat at Enzo's to celebrate my promotion, so you'll have the house to yourself for the night." He says, parking the car for you in your houses driveway.

"are you going to be alright pumpkin?" He asks, closing the car door he'd opened for you.

"I'll be just fine daddy, I have a long night of study ahead of me," you smiled, watching his car drive off and heading into your house.

After a few hours of reading, you head up to your room and change into your pajamas.

You noticed a slight breeze coming from your slightly ajar window, but you didn't mind. You left it open for a reason.

What you hadn't noticed, was your boyfriend Eddie watching you through your thin, lace curtains. He watched you change out of your pretty and prim church dress, and into a delicate white nightgown. It was beautiful. It had a bow in the front of it's sweetheart neckline, a babydoll sillouette that reached just below your ass. You looked like an angel to him, quite fitting of your good-girl churchgoer persona.

You weren't faking, you did truly believe and loved devoting yourself to your faith. The only problem with that was.. you weren't completely honest.

You had just graduated from an all girls Catholic school, so now that you were back home you desided to explore the new Hawkins. While on a walk through some neighborhoods, you noticed some rather... energetic music.. coming from a garage. Your father always told you that this type of music was devils music, but you were so intrigued with it that you couldn't just ignore it.

You stood from afar, peering around a car watching them practice. Then, you noticed the guitar player. His hands, covered in rings, expertly strumming his guitar. His long brown curls bouncing with his movements. He looked.. scary. But.. not in the way that made you want to run away. Some way that made you feel.. weird.

Eventually you approached him, despite your intense anxiety.

"excuse me," you swallowed, "I hope I don't sound impolite, but I had heard your playing a while back and felt very... Intrigued by you."

He chuckled. You were adorable to him. You were obsurdly polite, and quite... Pitiful. Like a baby bunny, scurrying and weak. It was blaringly apparent you were greatly different from him.

"wouldn't expect you to listen to that type of music, little lady." He said, looking down at you with a smug look on his face.

You froze with fear. You were so close to him and he was so.. dominating. It was as if the air changed when he was so near to you, as if even atoms would adhere to his demands if asked.

He lifted your chin with his fingers, "you're blushing an awful lot arnt you? Almost like you want me to ask you on a date. Why else would you be so blushy? Not scared of me... " He got closer, locking his eyes on yours, "are ya?"

You stammered, "no..i-id like that."

After you've been in a few dates, it had become obvious that it was too little for you. You needed something else. The weird feeling you had when you first saw him grew, and it made you press your thighs together every date you had. You fiddled with your fingers, and constantly bit the inside of your cheek, trying to pray this weird feeling away.

He noticed too. But he noticed that you did absolutely everythingthing he aske beforehand. First it was normal things, if he'd asked you to go get him something like a ketchup packet or napkins for him, you'd snap up to go do what he'd asked, immediately. And then, he experimented with being less polite. He went from, 'hey doll, mind getting me a straw?' To 'Get me straw, little girl. Go on.'

Then it wasn't favors. 'fix your hair, you have strsnds in your face,' or increasingly something along the lines of, 'pull your skirt a bit higher for me sweetheart' you didn't always know why he asked certain things, but you did them without question. Happy to comply.

It became apparent just how much you wanted to submit to him, like you were his little desciple, at his every beck and call.

At the end of your last date, he came close to your ear and whispered.

"do you want to worship me, little girl?"

And since then, he had told you to wait in your room the next night after church. He didn't give you a time, but told you not to question him and keep a blind faith.

So now you were in your pretty nightgown, glowing from the moonlight peering through your curtains.

You heard your window slide open, initially startling you, but Eddie stepped into your room and shushed you.

"shh don't worry sweetheart it's just me. I told ya I'd be here."

He put his hand over your mouth and pressed you to his chest, "your parents home?" You shake your head, "good."

He takes his hand off your mouth and turns you around, kissing you.

He breaks your kiss, looking down at you.

"so you said you wanted to worship me, right?"

"yes.. I do.. I'm not sure why but... I'm convinced God sent you to me," you started, as you felt his eyes stare down at you.

"Everytime since the day I saw you.. I've had this weird feeling with me. It's physical. I tried to pray it away, but it never does.. so I think it's him telling me I'm meant to have it around you." You confess, heart beating faster.

"what.. what kind of feeling is it? He asked, bringing his chin to his chest.

"it's... Odd. My hands get all sweaty, my heart beats faster and... The thing that's new is.. a feeling that's down.. there." You say, face flushing bright red.

He tilts his head, confused. Then, it clicks .

"oh my poor girl.. are you feeling that right now?" He asks, crouching down and holding your hands.

Mhm, you nod, neediness washing over you.

"y'know. I think God wants me to take care of that. I think he wants you to do everything I say, so I can help you."

"you do? What do you want me to do then?" You ask, bitting your lip without quite knowing why.

He holds your hand, bringing himself to sit on your bed. He opens his legs and brings you between them.

"to get rid of that feeling, you need to worship me. God brought me you for a reason right? God chose you for me" he says, adding for you to get on your knees and pray.

You start to lower your head and clasp your hands, but he stops you.

"ah ah ah, not like that. You'll pray to me another way, got it?" You holt, embarrassed, and await his next orders.

"what way do you mean then?" You ask, staring up at him.

"it's a new kind of worship you do to people like me. People that give you that feeling." He pets your hair, suddenly grabbing a handful and pulling your head back.

"open your mouth for me"

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A/N: AAAAA THIS IS SO LONG IM SORRRYYY, sorry I never get to the actual smut, please let me know if you'd want me to continue it !!! Just felt like it was already too long

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[larakb117]

LONDON ADVENTURE

Joseph Quinn & female y/n

Summary: You and Joseph spend the last days together before you head off to New York City!!

Content Warning: smut(18+), rpf, piv, making out, fluff

Part 9

You woke up next to Joseph in his bed in the morning. Silently you got up, went to the toilet and took a quick shower. The coffee machine in the kitchen was very complicated, it took you a while to figure out how to make a latte, but somehow you did it. With the coffee in your hand you sat down on the sofa and turned on the tv. About an hour of trash tv and some scrolling through social media later, Joe came out of the bedroom. The butterflies in your belly freaked out completely. Just seeing him made you that happy, you kind of felt sick and had to hold back tears.

“Morning love.”, he mumbled. He sleepily rubbed his eyes and walked over to you. “Morning.”, you smiled at him. “How are you?” “I´m fantastic, Joe. Somehow I woke up in your bed…” “Yes, love. Thought it might be more comfortable than the sofa.” He leaned down to press a kiss onto your mouth. Just him kissing you made you so turned on, you grabbed his shirt and pulled him on top of you. Your legs were spread beneath him, the only thing you wore was a pantie and a sleepshirt. You needed him. Right now.

You hungrily teared on his pants, pulled them down and threw off your panties as well. The kisses got wilder, more passionate, almost rough. Joe looked at you while you removed your clothes and bit his lip. He got hard in seconds. In wise foresight you had already laid some condoms on one of the side tables next to the sofa. Joe put one of them on and went straight back to kissing you. “What is my life?”, you sighed into his kiss. “I´m so lucky.”, he sighed back. Your hands cupped his cheeks and you looked into each other’s eyes for a minute. “I´m going in, okay?” You nodded.

It was easy for him to slide into you, you were pretty much dripping down on the sofa beneath you. Joe pushed in and out of you, while you became a moaning mess. You scraped Joes back, stuck between wanting to pull him closer but needing to hold on to something, because you could already feel your climax coming.

Meanwhile Joe added his finger on your clit again. He was very tender and harsh all at once. He moved his fingers up and down your slit but kept touching your clit once he realized what an effect it had on you. You arched your back and left some more marks on his. Joe was close too, you could feel it in the way his hips twitched while pushing into you. Both your knots snapped almost at the same time. The feeling was all-consuming, powerful; you let loose completely. Joe collapsed on top of you but quickly rolled off to lay next to you. Joe had definitely picked out his furniture with the main focus on comfort, there was plenty of space on the sofa. Joe entwined his arms around you and nestled his chin on your collarbone, while both of you still heavily breathed.

The next two days you spent a lot of time with talking, making out, talking, more sex. You did not try anything special, it was just him and you either in bed or on the sofa in missionary. You enjoyed every second of it, just feeling him close to you, you and Joe had a kink for kissing. In every possible moment you had your lips connected.

You talked about various stuff, Joe told you about his parents: His parents were divorced, his father got married again and had Joe´s little half-sister with his new wife. Most of his family lived in London and Liverpool, where his mom came from. Wesley was his best friend since his early school years, Joe showed you old pictures of him and his family and friends. You browsed through old photo albums and suddenly found yourself naked again, spread underneath him in bed or making out at the kitchen counter.

Occasionally Joes assistant called to tell you that your esta was accepted and you were able to come with him to New York. Joe cooked a pasta dish in the evening, made cocktails, while you went through more of his old stuff. On Sunday morning and a few machines of laundry later Joe finished packing his stuff for New York, the luggage just waited to be loaded into a car next to the entrance door of his apartment.

At 5pm you left the building, a car was waiting outside. The driver lifted the suitcases into the back of the car, you and Joe took the back seat. Joes assistant sat in the front seat and turned around to look at you: “Hi, I´m Maddie.”, she introduced herself to you and stretched her hand towards you. You shook it: “I´m y/n. Pleasure to meet you.” You were so excited and nervous.

You arrived at Heathrow on time, checked in and just an hour later you sat in an American Airlines plane in Business Class. Joe and you had seats together, it was like two little booths with your own tables, tv monitors and a lot of little extras like pillows, towels and more. It was pretty spacious for a plane seat. The flight attendant responsible for the Business class introduced himself to you and explained some stuff about the positioning of the seats, the operating of the monitor and where to find the toilet. You could not believe that you were actually on your way to New York City in a Business class seat with the man you had just spend the best days of your life. “Thank you, Joe.”, you whispered with tears in your eyes before you both took your seat. “Oh, babe. Thank YOU.”, he wrapped his arms around you and hold you very tight. He rubbed your back and pulled you in for a kiss. Your hands wandered up his back and rested in his curls. Grabbing his hair was another kink of yours. You realized there were some people starring at you once you let go of the passionate kiss you had shared with Joe. A little ashamed you took your seat and tried to figure out the seat.

Even though the flight attendant had explained it to you pretty obvious, you had already forgot everything about him due to your nervousness. As soon as you managed the seat, the plane departed from Heathrow and started his way straight to JFK- Airport in New York City. You were able to read some pages of the book you had thrown into your bag last minute. Joe hold on to your hand most of the time. His hand fell out of yours at some point, you gazed to him and discovered that he was sleeping. “Maybe I should sleep some time as well.”, you thought to yourself. The seat got into a straight mode, after you pushed one of the buttons next to you. The blanket and pillow were pretty comfy.

Some hours later you woke up. Joe sat next to you with your book in his hand. “Hi, love. Did you sleep well?” Joe smiled at you and stroked your cheek. “Mmmh.”, you nodded, still really tired from the long nap. “We´ll arrive in about twenty minutes, love.” You looked at the monitor in front of you, the digital plane on the map was somewhere between Boston and New York City. The last minutes of the flight you just tried to become more awake, the nap you took was not really empowering. The plane landed at JFK, Joe and you left your seats hand in hand. The last 7 hours had just gone by so fast, you could not believe you were about to breath New York City. Outside there was a taxi waiting for Joe, Maddie and you. It took you straight through Queens over the Harlem River into Manhattan. The buildings got higher and higher every minute during your drive. You arrived at the Mark Hotel about four hours after you had left the plane. Immigration took a long time at the airport, several computers stopped working during the process, so you had to wait almost two hours at the counters.

The Mark Hotel was a beautiful building, on the other side of the street there was an art gallery. A concierge took all of your luggage, while Maddie checked you in at the reception. She came over to you and handed Joe two key cards for the room: “You are on the 8th floor, I´m at the third. I´ll pick you up tomorrow at 11 am, Joe. We have the Buzzfeed interviews and video shoots at 12 pm, we have plenty of time to get there.” Joe nodded with a small-lipped face. He looked concentrated. “I wish you both a good night, you should get some sleep!” Maddie smiled at both of you and signed off. The lift in the lobby took you up to the 11th floor. Everything else you were able to remember was the enthusiasm you had when you walked first into the spacious hotel room, when you got ready for bed and dozed of immediately.

To be continued…

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Chapter 7 of Book 1: Beautiful Ghosts is out now!!!

Summary: After sneaking off to practice her waterbending, Katara gets captured by Zuko. While in captivity, she begins to feel something new

Here’s an excerpt:

As Katara slowly began to open her eyes, she felt something was off. She tries to move but was unable to before realizing she was tied to a tree. She tries breaking free, to no avail. She was trapped. Looking around her, she quickly spots the two ships she saw earlier, with the pirates from the market crowding around it, now looking straight at her.

“Finally, you’re awake” she hears a familiar voice. Turning her head, she sees Zuko, followed by a whole team of Fire Nation soldiers. She looks at him with a mixture of annoyance and rage. At this point, Katara, Sokka, and Aang have dealt with Zuko and his soldiers four times. Following their first encounter at the South Pole, Zuko had tracked them down to Kyoshi Island before burning it to the ground, tried shooting fireballs at Appa while they were in the air, and attempted to capture Aang himself at Roku’s temple. But, right now, as he stood in front of her while she was tied to a tree with nowhere to go, this was the first time since their interaction at the South Pole that they stood face to face. If looks could kill, Zuko would’ve been long dead.

“Just tell me where he is, and I won’t hurt you or your brother” Zuko commands, doing his best appear intimidating. He probably expected Katara to beg for her life. “Go jump in the river,” she barks, not taking any of the bullshit he throws at her. Appearing to think for a second, his voice suddenly softens, seeming to try a different approach to appeal to her.

As Zuko speaks, he walks around Katara, using his soft tone like a prime master of seduction and desire. Although she didn’t quite understand it at the time nor would she have acknowledged it to begin with, but she was undoubtably feeling turned on by this approach Zuko was taking. “Try to understand. I need to capture him to restore something I’ve lost – my honor”. She jerks her head away from him, trying to appear unamused. She was hoping that by not looking at him, it would be easier for her not to immediately fall for his trap.

As Zuko got closer to her body, Katara could feel his breath on her neck as he spoke, which triggered an unfamiliar feeling in her body. While she appeared to keep up the appearance of being unimpressed, it was starting to take a lot in her just to keep it up. She was a fourteen-year-old girl who, at that point, never had a boyfriend nor even kissed anyone before. She never had another guy around her age show any interest in her like that. And here Zuko was, speaking like he was, trying to appeal to her sense of empathy, but was instead triggering something that she would’ve rather kept under lock and key.

Remembering her as the water tribe girl who knew his games and played them like a pro, Zuko deduced that treating Katara like an equal might serve him better in the end. He softens his voice even more, making even harder for Katara- who was mentally fighting her body’s new sense of desire- to resist. She bites her lower lip in attempt not to show him what he was doing to her. “Perhaps in exchange for your friend, I could restore something important that you’ve lost”. What the hell is this guy talking about, she silently mutters to herself, her brain still fighting against this feeling her body was experiencing for the first time. For a second, she thought Zuko was going to kiss her. Maybe she wanted him to.

Zuko didn’t realize it at the time, but Katara was so close to breaking. His soft, seductive tone and the effect it was having on her body was intoxicating. Had he just kept going like that, she probably would’ve given up and told him where Aang was within a few minutes. Perhaps if he even offered himself in exchange for Aang, she would’ve been more willing to comply.

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