Jason needs to be in control after a dangerous night on patrol.
Pairing: Jason Todd x OC (1st person)
Warnings/Promises: SO MUCH SMUT, angsty smut, mentions of previous death, bondage, little-spoon Jason
Word Count: 850
Note: Trying a different style. Please let me know what you think! As always, tag lists and requests are open. Enjoy!
The first hint that he was home was the sudden drop in temperature. With a sigh, I took the bait and got up to close the window. Before my hands could leave the sill, he was pressing against me and kissing at my neck.
“Rough night?” I asked. I bit my lip and tilted my head to give his lips more access.
“Mhmm. Need you.”
With a click of the remote, the tv was off, silencing the ongoing news report about the warehouse fire by the bay. Earlier, panic had been all I could feel until I saw the blip of a motorcycle escaping the flames. I had been there that other night too. Racing Joker’s depravity and time. My bike had skidded to a stop just behind Bruce’s. I remember being frozen while the caped crusader ran into the heat, then my silence as he brought out my childhood friend’s body. I quit. He was gone, and no amount of justice could replace him. Then he came back. He came back for Joker… and for me. We both continued to grow up. Bruce had Alfred and the Batcave. Dick had Oracle.
Jason had me.
He turned me around to cup my face in his hands. His lips were still cold, probably always would be. They set a fire in me anyways. I unbuckled the several clasps binding him in his gear. Jason ripped the fabric off his shoulders, growling if it didn’t leave him fast enough. My clothes were left in a crumpled line as he walked me back to our bedroom, falling on top of me when my legs hit the side of the mattress.
“What do you need, Jason?” I said between kisses.
“Can… can I use the cuffs?”
It almost made me smile. “Of course.” If he had given me room to speak, I would have told him I needed them too. Instead, he helped my up the bed so I could spread my arms to the posts. He took the cuffs from the nightstand and asked me again if it was okay. I attached the first set myself. With the second click, I arched into his mouth as he kissed down my chest to my breasts. He laved over one tip, then palmed over it as he moved to the second.
I let out a shuddered breath as his other hand feathered down my stomach. Jason hummed into my mouth to find the slick already between my thighs. One finger, then two curled gently. When they began to scissor me open, my hips thrust up to meet him.
“Let me see you cum,” he murmured against my skin. He bit into the curve of my neck, just enough to make me gasp.
A drop of water would have sizzled on my skin. Any air that passed my lips came out in a raspy cry. As he moved his fingers faster and deliberately, my vision darkened until all I could do was feel. Feel his hot breath on my neck. His body warm but still chilled on mine. The sparks of pleasure that he created with his touch on my breasts and between my legs. My mouth parted, desperate for more oxygen. Jason was there to steal it.
With a shudder that quaked through my whole body, I blubbered into his mouth. Jason smirked and continued to pulse his movements. I came again, going rigid and shivering against the restraints.
“Please-“
“I’m here.”
Jason unlocked the cuffs, gently rubbing my wrists and kissing away the ache. Then he was moving. He set himself between my legs, pushing my thighs back as far as I could go. Slowly and careful of my sensitivity, he worked into my sex a bit at a time. We both gave a low groan as he came to a stop, fully sheathed and gasping as my walls adjusted. A few breaths later I was gripping his hip, urging him to move. He did. I did my best to meet his thrusts, but the build from his earlier escape and his need and my needing him made it nearly impossible to raise my hips against the force. Even with knowing him for so long, he still felt impossibly deep.
“Open your eyes, baby. Let me see you.”
It took so small effort, but I did. And the view was worth it. His blue gaze was bright but shadowed with desire. With me completely under his control, his pace quickened. He hissed as my nails dug into his skin, leaving a mix of half-moons and long red welts. I gave a jolt. He faltered. Jason reached down and pinched my clit, sending me over. He shouted, following me and thrusting a few more times to ease us down before gently pulling out.
Jason fell to one side. Taking a strengthening breath, I rolled over and wrapped him in my arms. He buried his head into my chest. I stroked his hair, listening to his breathing as it evened out. Before long, he was asleep. I tightened my embrace, then followed him into slumber.
The reader snarks that Dick should do something to keep her from wanting to go out in the dark. So he brings the darkness to her.
Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: SMUT, vampire play (can I call it that?) sir/sub, bondage, oral (female receiving), biting, slight bloodplay
Word Count: 1930
Note: Felt in a vampy mood. And it was DC week on my writing schedule. Happy month of Halloween! Tag lists and requests open as always. Enjoy!
“Dick, I swear by that bedazzled disco monstrosity you used to wear, if I find out you’ve lost my blaster wrist guards again I’m going to-“
His finger was on your lips in a second. “I did not lose them. And, for the record, I didn’t lose them the first time. I was modifying them.”
You scoffed. “I couldn’t get them to work for a month after you ‘modified’ them. Where are they this time?” He looked nervous. If you weren’t so worried for your gear it would have been cute. And hot how he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth.
“I’m not a hundred percent sure-“
“Dick-“
“Stop saying it like that. You love my dick. Not a hundred percent sure, but I’m… fifty… six percent sure they are in the cave next to the computer. I was trying to download their diametrics- Y/N.” He sighed and caught your arm as you tried to leave the room. “If I can… upgrade them a bit I’ll feel better about sending you out there.”
It was a long ongoing debate. And it intensified at about the same time every year.
“Sweetie, you can’t keep worrying about me every time October rolls around. I’ve been doing this a while. I can handle it.” You gently removed his hand and headed towards your bedroom. It had been a long day… a long week. You were due for a shower and some sleep on your night off. “You know, if you wanted to keep me from seeking justice in the dark, you should probably find something to keep me here.”
The Wayne mansion may have been old as dirt and lacking in electrical outlets in the main house, but Bruce had spared no expense in the plumping. There was never a shortage of hot water. The great ventilation protected the tiles and woodwork and ensured the mirrors never fogged. Alfred was still your favorite. He was the one who had commissioned the giant fluffy towels unique to each team member.
You stepped out of the bathroom and found you couldn’t see a meter past your feet. The room was pitch dark.
“Dick?” you called. “Richard Grayson, what did you do?”
The bathroom light went out, making you squeak at first. Then you ducked and crouched to move around the room. You were just reaching for your emergency gun when a cold hand brushed across your knuckles. It caught you before you could move away. You were pulled to your feet and pinned against the wall.
“Tonight, darling, it’s not Richard.” Two bright red eyes opened in front of you. “It’s sir.”
With a snap, the room was barely illuminated by a series of candles set around. They had real flames and were too sporadic for him to have been able to light them electronically. And his eyes.
“How are you doing that?” They were mesmerizing. You couldn’t look away and let yourself be led to the bed.
“Don’t worry about it,” he whispered in a voice that sounded more like him. “You said you wanted something to keep you in tonight. I’ll answer anything you ask… later.” He tugged the towel and watched it fall to the floor with a groan. “If you still have voice enough to ask.” He grinned, showing off elongated canines and premolars.
Damn, that was hot.
He guided you to lay on the bed. Still mesmerized by his eyes and fluid movements, you didn’t notice the cuffs until they clicked into place. A twinge of panic made you pull at them. He laughed. Dick cupped your face in his hand and brought your attention back to him. Your writhing stilled. Your breathing evened. He smiled and leaned forward to capture you in the first kiss of many.
The fangs occasionally caught at your lips. His tongue delved deep into your mouth, mimicking the patterns you hoped he would replicate between your thighs later. You whined into his mouth; you wanted more. His tight grip suddenly on your hips cut you off at a gasp.
“Are you going to be good tonight, darling?”
“Yes.”
His eyes flashed.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he crooned. Again, his lips caught yours. He sucked on your bottom lip, then tilted your head for access to your neck. Your blood pounded in your ears the closer he came to your jugular. For a split second, you wondered if this really was your partner or something that had replaced him and was about to drink you dry. Weirder things had happened. The teeth did not connect. He breathed over your pulse point, sending goosebumps dancing across your skin. He kissed you softly, humming into your skin in a way only you would know.
It was him. And he was about to have his sweet wicked way with you.
“Please-“
“No. There will be plenty of time for that later. Right now I just want you to feel.” Dick leaned back and trailed his fingertips down your body. They weren’t as cold as before but compared to the heat of your body, they were like ice. Your body arched under his touch. If you couldn’t beg out loud, your body could do it for you. Including how your thighs rubbed together. Dick noticed and shifted down so he could lightly force them open.
All of your nerves shivered with anticipation. He dragged his nose down the center of your stomach, then down one thigh and up the other. You whimpered.
Dick smirked. “Always so difficult. Maybe I should keep you here all night.” He gave a slight tap to the underside of your thigh. “You know I am infinitely more patient than you. Don’t you agree?”
You nodded your head while your chest stuttered mid-heave.
“Good girl.”
You were forced to bite your lip. The cuffs jangled as you tightened your hold around them. Dick had pushed your thighs further apart and was flattening his tongue against you. Curling it into your heat. Lapping at you. More than tasting. Devouring. And those teeth would scrape on either side of your lips, making your hips jump as if you wanted to be bitten. All the while your throat felt like it was burning with all the sounds you couldn’t make. And Dick kept doing all he could to cause them.
“I like this game,” he purred, curling a finger into your heat. “Good training exercise. How to be silent when you need stealth.” He kissed your inner thigh and nipped at it with his teeth. “You’re doing so good, Y/N. So quiet… I can almost hear your heart thundering.”
It would not have surprised you if he could.
Dick added another finger to his ministrations and sucked lightly at your clit. He nipped harder at your thigh when you gasped. You thought he’d back off. Give you time to recover, perhaps. No. Instead, he moved faster. Sucked harder. Ate you out noisily and scissored you open while you gushed. Your body went rigid as he curled into the perfect place. He eased you through your orgasm, guiding you while also prolonging the pleasure until you were bucking away from his hand. He licked and nipped his way up to your breasts.
Although they were already at attention, Dick sucked on your nipples like he would during preparing you. It seemed he was preparing you for something more. Something you waited for on baited breath as he situated himself between your thighs. His length ran up through your folds, toying with your sensitivity.
“Are you ready to scream for me, darling?”
You nodded.
“Let me hear you, baby.”
“Yes, sir,” you moaned. Your voice was already wrecked.
Proudly, he grinned and his red eyes flashed. “Hold nothing back, now. I want all of it.”
There was a lot to give.
He filled you in one solid thrust. While your body adjusted, he panted and braced himself on either side of your body. Your eyes were too crossed to see much of his face.
“Always so perfect for me.” He leaned even more forward, taking the chance to undo your cuffs and to impossibly deepen his reach. “Mark me. Because I am going to be marking you.”
Naturally, your hands wrapped around to his back. You held on, digging your nails into his skin for stability.
His hips began a slow rhythm that got faster the more you screamed. He braced against the headboard for the both of you, his other arm wrapped around your waist to keep you as close to him as possible. A strangled gasp escaped between his lips as your hips started to match his. Back and forth. The sound of everything he was doing to you was loud, so you had to be louder. He worked to make you louder.
You felt his hot breath on your neck before you felt his teeth. His shoulders rippled under your nails as you clawed them deeper. The bite made your body shudder and almost sent you over the edge.
“Please, sir, again.”
He chuckled low and dark. “Again, she asks.” He made you moan with a strong thrust before slowing down his pace. “And what will you give me for such a kiss, darling?”
With a shuddering breath, you turned your head closer to his ear. “More of me than I have ever been able to give you before.”
Dick growled and harshly twisted your neck so he could once again have access to your throat. His hips once again brought you to the precipice. They slammed into you over and over again. But he waited. Your high pitched moans and desperate clinging to him did nothing. He waited. He removed his hand for just a second, only enough so he could sling your leg higher over his hip. He waited until your eyes could no longer fight to stay open, and your breathing had reduced to shallow pants.
Then he bit you.
He bit at the curve of your neck just as it turned into your shoulder. There was a split-second pause, then your skin gave way to his teeth. Your body gave way to pleasure. And Dick fell along with you. His usual guttural cry was muffled against your skin. It vibrated through you and made you arch even closer to him.
Your bodies stuck together as he collapsed. You didn’t let go, not wanting him to leave. His warm body against yours was always the best part of the last thing you would remember before falling asleep. Still, he kissed over your bite mark and left for a minute. Your eyes drooped, but you could feel him taking care of your wound and cleaning you up.
When he finally slipped into bed, you hummed in delight and curled towards his chest. You decided you could fight sleep for just a little longer.
“How long had you been planning this?”
“Since you made me watch Queen of the Damned last month.”
You laughed and poked his chest. “I didn’t make you do anything. I was watching my movie and you plopped down and stole my popcorn. You’ve never complained about my smug indulgences before.”
He nuzzled at your jawline. “Not complaining now. I kinda liked how you reacted to me tonight.” You hissed as he nipped at your neck again with his fancy new teeth.
With a hushed sigh, you tilted your head to give him more access again. “What can I say? The best things happen in the dark. And baby, you are the best of darkness.”
Warnings/Promises: dub-con play (it’s a game, and consensual as set up by a not-included conversation), SMUT, dirty talk, slight bondage, begging, language
Word Count: 1110
Note: Kind of drabble sized but to the point. Tag lists, requests, and general questions open. Enjoy!
“Y/N.”
The timber of his voice made you shiver.
“I am not a patient man.”
Yeah, right. Former assassin and probably the record holder for longest stake-out, he had all night. You had all night. Or you would have if he wasn’t already in the room.
His boots stepped into view of your hiding place. You held your breath, waiting for them to pass. They moved on.
“Y/N.”
Large hands wrapped around your ankles and tugged you out from under the bed. The room tilted and you found yourself pinned to the bed. Bucky hovered over you and licked his lips hungrily.
“Under the bed, seriously?”
You gulped. “It was the best I could do under the circum-“
He hushed you with a finger over your lips. “No excuses.” His eyes raked over you and your skimpy night-time apparel. A minute later he was making the same observation over your naked form, your clothes haphazardly tossed around the room. When you tried to cover yourself, he pinned your wrists over your head. He rolled his hips, pressing his bulge against your sex and making you moan. “So, you do what this. I bet if I were to check you right now, you’d be soaking for me already.”
As his hand reached for the juncture of your thighs, you pressed them tightly together. Just because he’d caught you didn’t mean you were going to give up so easily. Bucky leaned close to your face, his eyes dark with so many promises of what he was going to do to you. His nose trailed across your cheekbone. His lips kissed lightly at the underside of your jaw. It was dangerously close to your sweet spot. He kissed around it, chuckling as you squirmed between getting away and trying to urge him to the spot.
“Are you going to play nice,” he whispered, “or am I going to have to take what I want?”
You whimpered and thrust your hips, but adamantly kept your thighs closed.
“Okay then.”
Bucky leaned back and made a show of taking off his belt. Weakly, you fought as he wrapped it around your wrists and attached it to the headboard. His hands trailed down your body. They stopped at your breasts, given them a tight squeeze that made you gasp. Your skin raised with bumps where he ran his fingers lower down your body. Taking hold of your thighs, he forced them apart to reveal your leaking sex.
He laughed. “Oh, yes. Very ready for me.” Your hips bucked as he ran a finger up through your slick. With widening eyes, you watched as he sucked his finger into his mouth for a taste, humming around it. As if greedy for more, he curled two fingers into you. He stroked and curled and thumbed at your clit until you were shaking.
Don’t cum. Not like this.
“Cum for me, baby. I know you can do it.” His hot breath was suddenly next to your ear. “And I know you want to.”
No. No. No.
He frowned as you shook your head. “Suit yourself.” Again, he licked his fingers. “I could taste you all night until you did cum, but something else needs attending to first.” He palmed over his bulge. There was nowhere to go with your wrists tied together, and the sound of his zipper made your chest tighten with your short breaths. He pinned your thighs open, thrusting his cock through your slick in a way that frustrated you to no end.
“Please,” you whimpered.
“What was that?”
What happened to having all night?
He thrust the head into your channel, then returned to torturing you.
Bucky. Bucky happened.
“Please,” you rasped, “please fuck me.”
“That was going to happen anyway, sweetheart.”
He slammed into you, filling you in one breath and shivering with a groan. You screamed as he did that over and over again. The headboard crashed against the wall. The belt was beginning to cut into your wrists. But all you could focus on was the way his pelvis crashing into you and how his thrusts cut through your attempts to breathe. Your name fell like a chant from his lips. A prayer where sometimes he was amused at your attempts to get away, and sometimes where all he could do was sing your praise.
“Taking me so good. Do you feel full? Do you feel how everything in your body sparks when I fuck you?” He twisted and kept going until your screams reached a higher pitch. “I found it,” he chuckled darkly. “And now the real fun begins. Or are you going to cum like a good girl?”
Yes. All of the above.
“No.” You closed your eyes but continued to meet his thrusts. “I don’t feel it.”
“Then I’m not working hard enough.”
Bucky tilted you back, deepening the angle that he could reach inside of you. You shrieked. Your eyes opened just enough to where he could see how they were rolled back in your head. He moved faster. One hand released your thigh and began to play at your clit. Circling it, pinching it. He tried everything he could to make your walls clamp around him. You were so close. And by the way his thrusts were getting sloppy despite their speed, so was he.
“Cum, Y/N. I’ll go all night if I have to. But you will cum.”
You couldn’t fight it anymore. With a shout, you fell apart. Bucky fell forward and fisted at the sheets as he followed you. His body landed on top of yours, sticking and bumping into one another as your chests rushed for oxygen.
You licked your lips while he untied your wrists. “That was-“
“Amazing.”
“Yeah.”
He pulled you to his chest and rubbed your wrists. A few seconds later you both burst into giggles. It had been something random. Something you wanted to do to prove to Bucky that you trusted him. That he could trust you too in that you would tell him if things had gone wrong. Which they hadn’t. You’d talked about it for almost a month before setting a date. Then, like an idiot, you had forgotten until he came home. Still, you weren’t going to argue with the results.
“I’m glad we found something new to do. If you liked it.” You did your best not to tense up in his embrace.
Bucky hummed and circled his thumb on your arm. “I think I did. Though I might need another round to be sure. Maybe where you have to look for me?”
The reader gets a slight injury in a match. Roman takes his time making sure the reader is safe but very satisfied.
Pairing: Dom-ish!Roman Reigns x Wrestler!Wife!Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, SMUT, dirty talk, slight bondage, begging, Roman being a teasing little shit, multiple orgasms
Word Count: 2230
Note: This came out way dirtier than I was anticipating. Thus, why it took over three months to write. Have fun babes; reactions greatly appreciated. Tag lists and requests open, as always. Enjoy!
It was a test match. The McMahons wanted to see if the universe would like more coed matches, and you and Roman were the test. They’d given you both a heads up, so you’d added weight training to your routine on top of sparing with Sheamus. So far it was doing you good. Your usual speed was keeping Roman on his toes, and it looked like you were wearing him down.
That was not the case.
Roman was a better actor than people gave him credit for. One second you were steady on your feet about to jump, the next you were flying through the air. You landed hard on your back, though you were able to sweep Roman’s feet out from under him. Holding his ankles in a lock, pain blossomed in your spine.
“I need you to spear me,” you whispered.
“What?”
“I need you to spear me. Got something to pop back into place.”
Roman squinted at you but eventually made it to his feet. He positioned himself in the opposite corner, waiting for you to get into position. He roared. You staggered towards him, turning at the last second. Right before the count of three you contorted out of the pin and felt your spine crack back into alignment.
“Thanks,” you mumbled.
The match went on. You were also taking the chance to tease Roman in the ring. At one point you nose-booped him and rolled out of the ring. He looked at you with an expression between ‘you’re going to pay for that’ and ‘just wait until I get you in my bed.’ Either way, your skin buzzed with the possibilities.
You lost in the end, but Roman tugged you to your feet for a handshake. “You’re gonna get checked out, right?”
“Yeah, I’ve got a chiropractor appointment tomorrow already.”
Backstage, Renee was waiting for you. “Y/N, you lost your match with Roman Reigns, but you don’t seem too upset.”
“No. That was a hell of a match if I say so myself. I’d do that again.”
“You don’t feel any apprehension?”
“Apprehension? No. I’m totally going to be sore in the morning, but it’s worth it.” You thanked her and left to change out. You met with a few other people before heading to the garage.
Roman met you at the car. He took your bags and opened your door. A few minutes down the road he brought up the inevitable. “How’s your back?”
“It’s fine. I talked to a trainer and he’s going to give the chiropractor some other places to touch on. Then I’m going to see a muscle stretcher a few times over the next month to make sure my muscles don’t pull my newly popped bones out of place. Nothing to worry about.”
He whistled. “You can’t scare me like that, baby girl.”
You bit your lip. Reaching out, you ran your hand down his thigh. Roman smiled, but he moved your hand to your lap and changed the subject. As far as you could see, that was the only touching you were going to get. He was always gentle with you, no matter how small the injury was. Even if you didn’t count this as an injury.
When you came out of the bathroom at the hotel, Roman was shirtless in his briefs and sitting against the headboard. He motioned you over. You tried to straddle his hips, but he turned you around to sit between his legs with your back against his chest. That’s when you saw the mirror. It was on the far wall, as wide as the bed, and inspiring.
“Here’s how it’s gonna go,” he rumbled. “You are not going to move. You are not going to touch. And you are going to cum when I say. Which is anytime. Got it?” He watched you nod in the glass. “Let’s try that again, ‘cause I am going to hear you one way or another.” He kissed your temple as you squeaked out something like a yes. “Good.”
Your breathing started to come out in short bursts as Roman slid his large hands up your sides and removed your shirt. They covered your upper chest almost entirely. He breathed deeply and kissed the juncture of your neck, guiding you to relax into him. His hands were warm, even compared to your flushed skin. He kneaded your breasts while sucking a light mark into your neck. You gave a soft whimper when he thumbed your nipples to attention.
Don’t move. Don’t move. Don’t move.
Your nails raked long thin welts into the tops of his thighs. More than anything your body wanted to buck and grind against the sheets for some relief.
“You doing okay, baby girl?”
“Yes,” you breathed.
“Good.” Roman kissed the back of your neck and directed your attention to the mirror. “Look at you. Already strung out and I’ve barely gotten started.” One of his hands dipped lower on your stomach, stopping just above your sleeping shorts. “I bet if I were to check, you’d be dripping already.”
With a whine, you nodded. Your hands twitched and moved from his thighs to yours.
“No touching.” He nipped at your ear and moved your hands back to their original place. “If you can’t behave, I’ve got ways to make you.” His chuckle rumbled against your back. Then his hands were on your chest again, pinching and playing you higher and higher. In the mirror, his eyes latched onto yours. In the shadow you cast over his face, you could just make out a smirk. “You’re doing so good,” he hummed. “Staying still like a good girl. Though I can feel how much you want to move. To close those pretty legs or touch what I’m in control of. You know what would happen if you did any of those things?”
You moaned as his hands slid down your body and came to rest on the inside of your thighs. Oh no, he wouldn’t be so cruel. Right?
“Then this,” he ran a finger up the outside of your shorts, “wouldn’t get touched at all tonight. And you would have to be content to cum just because I’m playing with these perfect tits.” His hands were suddenly back on your breasts, pinching the nipples harder than before. Your legs shivered closed but Roman hooked your ankles under his and dragged them back open. “That’s two, Y/N.”
“Roman, please.” Your head lolled back to lay against his shoulder. You closed your eyes as he ghosted across your sensitive skin. Without thinking, you placed your hands on his and tried to guide them lower.
“That’s three.”
Fuck.
Roman leaned towards the side table and came back with one of your scarves. He held your wrists in front of you, tying them together. When they were secure, he pulled your arms back until your wrists were behind his neck. He caught your gaze in the mirror again, rubbing his scruff against your cheek.
“We’re going to try this one more time. Don’t move. But… you can beg all you like, baby girl.”
He started over. Teasing you with barely-there touches, then with rough squeezes that made you gasp. But you didn’t move. He hummed at your sounds, rewarding you with more of whatever you needed except where you needed it the most. You bit your lip and focused on not letting your back arch. Roman teased one hand further down your stomach.
“Please,” you whispered. “Please let me cum.”
“Nobody’s stopping you.” Roman smirked at your desperate face. “What can I do to help you, Y/N?”
“Touch me.”
“But I am.” To emphasize this, he gave your breast a tight squeeze and gave your shoulder and open-mouthed kiss. “Or did you mean down here?” The hand on your stomach dipped lower to cup your sex, making you jolt. “I thought we talked about this?”
Your mind raced. If you bucked down towards his hand he would make sure you went to bed needy. So your body settled with vibrating with desire. You would have to convince him. “But you love watching me when I cum. You set up the mirror and everything.” You whimpered as he rolled your peaks between his fingers. “I’m so close. Please, Roman. Make me cum. I’ll be good, just stop teasing. Please.” The flame in your belly intensified. Roman’s hand moved under your shorts and curled a finger into your heat. “Like that. Yes. Please, Roman. Feels so good.” Your mouth fell open, unable to form more words.
Roman watched you in the mirror as your eyes fluttered and your body shifted between rigid and limp. “Cum for me. That’s it.” He curled and uncurled, giving you just enough simulation to build with the continuous movements on your breasts to send you over. Your fingers curled into his hair and tugged. He grunted and nipped at your skin in return. “That’s my baby girl. Look at you. Breathless and relaxed. Makes me wonder if you could handle that second round I had planned.”
“Yes,” you pleaded. “I can handle it. Please, Roman?”
“Okay, okay. Just a minute.” Roman unhooked your arms from his neck and released you from the scarf. He massaged your shoulders, rubbing back in feeling you hadn’t realized you had lost. Then he maneuvered out from behind you. He guided you to lay sideways across the end of the bed.
“Wha-“
“Just a second.” He hooked his fingers under the bands of your shorts and bottoms and pulled them down your legs. Then he kneeled and breathed warm air on your soaked folds. You let out a long, low moan as he flattened his tongue against you. One hand he spread across your stomach, making sure you still wouldn’t move. The other he hooked under your ass and lifting you up closer to his face. His slurps and hums were desperate. Like he had been starving for you.
“So good, Ro. Don’t stop.”
Your hands gripped the sheets. You were almost afraid you’d rip them… but there were a lot more important things on your mind at the moment. Like how Roman had shifted his grip on you so his thumb could circle over your clit. Without warning, he sucked hard on your clit.
Don’t arch. Don’t touch. Don’t move.
You couldn’t help but weave your fingers into his hair. Roman didn’t reprimand you. He was too busy shifting again to curl two fingers into you. The need for release built up quickly. His scruff made your inner thighs burn. Your thighs quaked and your breath hesitated in your throat.
“Roman…”
“Cum, Y/N. Come on, baby girl.”
Your toes curled, and your thighs clamped around Roman’s head. His name burst from your lips in a screech. You did your best to catch your breath as he rubbed your thighs until you could relax back into the sheet. He stood but you grabbed at him.
“What about you?” you said with a pout.
“I’ll be fine.”
You reached up and rubbed your hand over his hard length showing prominently through his briefs. “No, you won’t. I can handle it.” You gave him your best puppy eyes. “Please?”
Roman chuckled. “Okay. Roll over, baby girl. It isn’t going to take much.” He helped you onto your stomach and ran his hands up either side of your spine. You watched his movements in the mirror. It made your heart swell to see how gentle was with you. His hands spread your ass cheeks wide. You clenched as his finger trailed up your slick. “Gonna make you scream. You ready?”
“Mhmm.”
“Try again.”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.”
Slowly and torturously he teased his head at your slit and worked in inch by eye-crossing inch. You sighed as his warm hand pressed lightly across the small of your back. The other curled under your stomach and lifted you up to your knees. You clenched around him, letting him know when you were adjusted. In the mirror, you saw his eyes close and his head tilt back. You could hear how strained his voice was as he moaned above you. Slow. Targeting. Each thrust had a purpose and each made you yelp. And cry out. And yes, scream. And you could tell he was holding back.
“Tell me you’re close, baby.”
“Yes. Cum, Roman. Ro-“ Words failed you as Roman reached once again for your clit. You came with a hoarse cry, collapsing forward.
Roman pulled out and covered your back with his cum. His muscles flexed all over his body, shiny in the reflection with a thin sheen of sweat. He braced on the bed on either side of your hips to catch his breath.
You blinked in and out of exhaustion. He left and came back with a damp towel and cleaned you off. You sighed as he gave you a little massage. The world shifted as he picked you up to move you back to the pillows. He crawled in behind you and pulled the sheets over you. His arm rested on your hip, rubbing his thumb across your skin.
“When you get back from the doc tomorrow, we’re going to check how well they did. Make sure those muscles are really worked out.”
You looked towards the mirror. Even the reflection couldn’t do justice to how excited you were.
Note: Beltane is the original ancient version of what became May Day, celebrated on May 1st. I figured Balor would know of both versions and everything in between and select the best parts for “playing.” Please let me know if you enjoyed the fic with any reaction you would like. This was my first smutty Finn fic, and it was inspired by the fabulous ‘Arranged Marriage’ drabble series by @wrestlingxbalorxrollins . My tag lists and requests are open and I love hearing from you guys. Now please enjoy!
When you woke up you couldn’t move your arms. Your ankles. Or anything for that matter. Finn was standing in front of you half-dressed in a suit. His white sleeves were rolled up, the fabric straining to contain the muscle underneath. The gleam in his eye and the smirk on his lips made you swallow and pull at the restraints.
“You were very naughty yesterday.”
You licked your lips. “You’ve been busy.”
Finn hummed in agreement. “Matters of state make me that way. So when I say I need to focus, that is not an invitation for you to do everything in your power to distract me.”
The ribbons wrapped around your torso pulled at your dress as you tried to lean towards him. Looking down, the cris-crossing black fabric shimmered into bright colors where it caught the light. Finn snapped and they all fluttered away, releasing you. He caught you before you could stumble, but pinned your arms to your side where you could not touch him. He pushed you back until the pole behind you was back between your shoulder blades. The tilt of his head alerted that he was waiting for an apology. Which you weren’t ready to give yet.
“What finally got me in trouble?” You squeaked as Finn shifted your wrists into one hand behind the pole. He cupped the other around your face and ran his thumb over your bottom lip.
“You were in trouble the second you walked into the war room wearing that dress.” He stepped back but a ribbon held your wrists together.
You knew what you looked like. It was very low cut in the front and the back, ensuring the inability to wear a bra. The spring-green fabric hung on every curve of your body accentuating them and fluttering around your ankles. The generals knew to keep their eyes on the strategy table laid out for battle, or they would lose them.
“Luckily for you, the battle was won last night, giving me all sunrise to come up with this.” He gestured to the floor-to-ceiling pole and its ribbons, which were hovering outward in a circle nearly the entire width of the room. “It’s a May Pole. Humans originally created it to celebrate the spring holiday of Beltane, a fertility holiday. Though this function is of my own design.” He called one ribbon down from the ceiling with the curl of his finger. It slid down your front and under your dress. Another joined it, pulling the opposite way. Finn caught your eyes once more, then opened his thumb and forefinger from their pinching position. Your dress was pulled in two directions, shredding down the middle.
The air cooled around you, bringing your nipple into peaks. Finn growled to see that you were bereft of any underwear. He nodded with a smile and stepped closer. His lips pressed against you, stealing your breath. Your composure. You moaned into his mouth and parted your lips so his tongue could explore you. Finn’s kiss was controlling, commanding. You weren’t going to breathe unless he allowed you too. And he was going to take what he wanted until such a time. A shiver ran through you as his fingers traced up your sides. He thumbed over your nipples. You arched into his touch, writhing as you fought for air. He watched you gasp when he finally broke away. You tensed under his touch as he again ran his thumb over your bottom lip, now swollen. Balor chuckled as you couldn’t help but suck it gently into your mouth.
Finn pulled away and kissed roughly under your jaw, down your neck, between your breasts. While he groped wildly at one, he nipped and sucked on the other. More ribbons curled around your arms, further restricting your movements. You were quivering by the time he finished switching his lavishing attention. As Finn sank to his knees before you, ribbons crossed beautifully across your body. It wasn’t rope, but it had the same intention behind it. The well-placed knots where they crossed dug into your skin in zones Finn knew you were sensitive. He’d just kissed across them.
Your thighs were pushed open so he could breathe warm air over your pussy lips. The ribbons tying you to the pole gave you no room to buck down towards his mouth. You moaned as he flattened his tongue against you. It was borderline cruel how when he thrust his finger into you; he only stroked fast enough to bring you to the brink. The second one made you cry out. The third finger was just on this side of torture.
“Finn,” you moaned, “please.”
“No.” Finn sucked harshly on your clit. “I am nowhere near finished with playing with you.”
He continued to lap at you, thrusting his fingers faster and faster while your legs quaked. With his fingertips dragging at your walls, his desperate feasting on your clit, and his hungry hums of delight, your eyes rolled and the ribbons pressed into your skin as your legs gave out. When you were finally able to see mostly straight, Finn had licked you off his fingers. The tinkling of his belt brought your vision back into focus.
“Thought that would get your attention.” His warm hands massaged your shoulders and your wrists as the ribbons fluttered back up towards the ceiling. “Do you like this, or would you prefer to move to the bed?”
You shook your head. “I like this.” You gave him a quick kiss. “I love you, and I trust you.”
Finn returned your kiss, pressing against you close enough to feel the bulge in his pants against your core. Freed from your bonds, you could rotate your hips forward, surely leaving wet remnants on his crotch. Finn leaned his forehead against yours, fighting to catch his breath as you kept moving. He covered your hands with his where they rested on his chest. It made you smile when he let out a stuttering moan. He guided your wrists above your head to rest against the May pole. There was a whisper of fabric as the ribbons wrapped around them, securing you. Finn stepped back, chest heaving.
“If I let you keep moving like that…”
He snapped his fingers, making his clothes disappear in the blink of an eye. You licked your lips, watching him stroke his length. A whine sounded from the back of your throat. Ribbons wrapped around your hips after you bucked them forward. Finn stepped closer and teased his head at your entrance. He nuzzled his nose against yours and again teased at your nipples. Distracted by his touch, you cried out as he sheathed himself fully. There was time for you to catch your breath and to adjust to him before he began to move.
The vessel of the demon king was perfect as executing the perfect pleasure torture. Fast. Slow. Alternating between the two at such random intervals that you were never ready. He moaned with your alternating cries, enjoying it as much as you. Just as you would reach something close to a peak, Finn would switch his tactics and take your release two steps back before working you back up again. At first, that was all you thought it was. But the lightning running through your veins and the ice hot sensation of your skin said otherwise. You were right on the edge; something was holding you back.
“Finn, please let me come.” When he didn’t answer, a shiver ran through you. “Please let me come. Balor.”
He looked up at you and grinned. There was a red twinge to the gleam in his eyes. “I don’t know. We both like the idea of you being a quivering mess. Perhaps edge you all day.” He swallowed your keening with a nose-smashing kiss. His hands tightened on your hips, pulling you down harder on his length. “What do you say to that?” he growled in your ear.
“No, please,” you begged. “I’m sorry. I won’t interrupt again. Please let me, oh, let me come.”
He sucked on your neck and spun his thumb on your clit. “Then cum. And keep coming until I let you stop.”
Your vision blurred as the orgasm crashed through you. You mewled as he kept moving, speeding up to chase his own release. The next release followed quickly. He pulled your legs up around his hips since they could no longer support you. His chest was heaving, and his thrusts began to falter. Through your haze, you could hear someone screaming. It must have been you because your throat was sore by the time the last wave overtook you. Your vision whitened. Finn’s gasping grunts followed as he pumped his hips the last few times.
The ribbons released you, letting you drop into his arms. He carried you to the bed. The soft fabric helped ease the ache out of your body, even as he massaged your shoulders and rubbed lotion on your wrists.
“If I have your permission to tease, can we do that again some time?” You yawned. It never did take you long to fall asleep after such a session.
“But if I give you permission, then I can’t ‘punish’ you.” He stroked your jaw, watching your eyes flutter and fight their heaviness. “Do I have permission to punish you even though you have permission to tease me. Sparingly?”
You hummed in agreement. “Happy Beltane, Finn.” The words had barely left your lips before you were asleep.
Loki awakens to find himself tied to the bed and under the reader’s control. But in the throes of passion, magic bindings are fickle.
Pairing: Loki x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: bondage, oral (female receiving), wax play, ice play, orgasm denial (game), Master/Mistress dominating (switching back and forth), in other words: super kinky [and I am not sorry]
Word Count: 1950
Note: This fic incredibly inspired by Gaelforce’s “Revenge” recording. I highly recommend his other works; visit his patreon too. I put my own spin on it, so please let me know what you think whether you listened to Gaelforce’s audio or not. If you have a request or would like to be added to a tag list, shoot me a message! Now please enjoy!
It was hard waiting at the end of the bed. Loki was still asleep, surprisingly. The late hour of the morning was one thing. That he had not stirred while you used magic around him, quite another. You were growing impatient, so you magicked his clothes away, though leaving the sheets in place. You weren’t a cruel goddess.
Loki sighed as the cool air hit his once covered shoulders. He tried to reach for the covers, then his eyes snapped open when he realized he couldn’t move. His eyes darted around the room, glancing over your invisible form.
“Y/N?” he called out. The slight twinge of panic in his voice faded as he recognized your sigils on the cuffs keeping his arms spread to the bedposts. “Y/N, I am sure you have exquisite plans for this, but the bindings are unnecessary.” He dropped his voice to the low growl he knew would make you rub your thighs together. “Let me go. You know how well you will be pleasured if you do.”
You sucked in a breath, feeling the first pools of arousal. With a red shimmer, your invisibility faded away. Loki’s eyes darkened as he saw your dark green lace apparel that really hid nothing but sheltered the important parts. It had a plunging neckline, no back, and a short skirt that ended at your mid-thigh with a slit to one side. The outfit he knew had repairable rip-able seams. He moved to say something, but you hurried to place your finger on his lips.
“Are you up for a challenge, pet?” His head tilted at you using his name for you, but he nodded. “Do not cum. I will not either. The first to do so loses.”
Loki grinned. “And what will I win?” he said, kissing your finger.
You leaned in close to his face and licked the shell of his ear. “Whatever you desire, my love.” Loki growled and turned to kiss you but you moved away quickly. “Do we have an accord?”
“Yes, pe- gah.” Loki flinched as you materialized a riding crop and lightly tapped him on his chest. He caught his breath. “Yes… Mistress.”
You smirked and began.
With a sigh, you brought the crop up under your skirt. Loki’s eyes watched it while you ran it through your folds, obscured by the lace. When you brought back into the open, the black leather was glistening with your slick. Loki arched an eyebrow, then smiled wickedly and held out his tongue. He eagerly sucked on the leather until he had licked it all away, moaning and licking his lips.
“You taste divine, Mistress. May I have more?”
You obliged, this time pulling the skirt up so he could watch exactly how the crop parted your folds and collected his next taste. Again, Loki made pleased sounds until he was finished.
Loki eased into the mattress as you magicked away obstructing pillows and lengthened the chains on his wrists. After pulling the sheets back to his waist, you slid the crop up his stomach, flicking it lightly between his pectorals. Loki grunted. His chest heaved with shuddered breaths as you tapped him again though closer to his nipple. You grazed your nails along the same path the riding crop had taken, ending with gripping his chin and leaning down for a kiss. Though you were supposed to be in control, you allowed his tongue to dominate in your mouth. You moaned, then remembered the role you were playing.
You broke away and ran the crop along the side of his face. “Would you like a taste from the source, love?”
Loki gripped at the chains. “Yes, Mistress,” he breathed.
You smiled and mounted his chest. Loki’s eyes gleamed. You could feel how his muscles contracted under you while you stayed just out of reach.
“Please?” he asks.
Close enough. You slid forward so he could flatten his tongue against your lips. He gave your clit a chaste kiss. You moaned and gripped the headboard until your knuckles changed color as he began to suck and lap his way into making you lose the challenge. It was difficult to keep a reign on the sensations coursing through you, but you managed. Even as Loki licked as deeply as his tongue could reach into your pussy.
Your eyes rolled back as you rolled your hips forward into Loki’s face. In the back of your mind, you felt your defenses wavering. Your grip on the headboard was soon no longer in your control as your magic failed on Loki, and his shimmered around your wrists.
“Loki?” you panted.
He did not move at first. Instead, his eyes glinted and he ran a cold finger up your thigh. With a gentle push, he rolled you onto your back, the magic keeping your arms above your head and immovable from the headboard.
“It is a challenge, pet. Surely a challenge includes advances from both sides?”
“I thought you were doing fine with me riding your-“ you fell off into a whimper as Loki harshly groped at your breasts through the fabric. Loki continued his ministrations, gentler, until your nipples were stiff peaks. He pushed the lace to one side and dipped down to take one into his mouth. He leaned back with a chuckle as you arched closer to him.
“Do we have an accord? Pet?” Again he used his cold touch, running it up your stomach between your breasts, touching nothing that would satisfy you.
“Loki,” you moaned. His eyebrow arched. “Yes, Master.”
He hummed in approval and cupped his hands one over the other. When they separated a minute later, there was a small cube of ice. He held it up so you could see it sparkle in the morning light.
“Let’s see how quickly it melts,” he toyed.
Your breath hitched as he ran it across your collarbone. He followed the trail of water with his mouth, warming you, then drawing the ice across your skin again. He pulled the cube down between your breasts, then under them, always following with his mouth. A shiver ran through you as he brought the cube up to your nipples, circling them and teasing them further. Loki shifted to keep one leg between your thighs, denying you the ability to relieve yourself. You found a way though by rubbing up and down on his thigh.
Loki chuckled. “Getting desperate, pet? Do you want more?”
“Please, Master. Yes.” Your breath caught in your throat as your garment shimmered away with a flick of his wrist. Loki cupped the cube, refreshing it, then trailed it down your stomach. The closer he got to your sex, the more sensitive your skin became. Soon you were shivering and covered in chill bumps. Loki’s warm breath did nothing but heighten the sensation.
He noticed your distress and took the cube into his mouth. Leaning across you and giving you his body heat, he kissed you. The cold passed on to your lips and your tongue. He kissed up the side of your face to the sweet spot behind your ear. You took the chance to roll your hips into hard length, reminding him of the prize.
“All in good time, pet.” Loki kissed you as the last of the cube melted away on your tongue. It turned from playful to starving.
You felt the magic on your wrists slipping away, but you held your pose until it disappeared completely. When Loki continued to be distracted by your lips, you dragged your nails down his back. He gasped, but you flipped him in the bed and pinned his wrists on either side with just your grip.
“My turn. But do not move.” You sat on the edge of the bed and summoned one of the candles sitting in your reading nook. With a snap, you had fire at your fingertips. You stood and poured the first drop of melted wax onto the inside of your arm. It made you hiss with pain and pleasure, and Loki to groan at the sight. You placed it on the side table within Loki’s sight.
While the candle began to pool under the flames, you summoned a bottle from your vanity. You spread some of the contents onto your hands, then began to rub them onto Loki’s torso. The Asgardian oil would protect him from the wax, but also once warmed by it would seep into his skin as an aphrodisiac. It would fill the air too, giving you the same soaring effects. The game had just gotten more difficult for the both of you.
His gaze followed your movements as you took up the candle. You tipped it enough for only one drop of wax to fall onto his chest. Loki arched with a groan. You let two more drop, one above the other making a line between his pecs. His breathing was ragged. The next few drops landed further down on his stomach, leaving small trails as they ran to either side of his torso. You moved from sitting on the edge of the bed to sitting on his thighs. Loki’s breathing quickened further as the drops of wax sank closer to where his cock was sitting up on his stomach. It twitched as a drop landed centimeters from the tip.
You sent the candle to the nightstand and braced yourself on Loki’s chest. Biting your lip, you thrust your hips forward to coat his cock in your leaking arousal. You sighed and guided it into your pussy, sinking onto it slowly. You gave a cry as Loki thrust, finishing sheathing himself fully. He smirked at you but kept his hands where you told him to. You smirked back, rotating your hips. The build of sensitivity made you shudder. You clenched your walls around Loki’s length, making him growl, then began to move up and down.
Between the fullness within you, Loki’s grunts and pants, the aphrodisiac filling the air, the sound of Loki snapping his hips up to meet yours, and the ice-hot fire racing through your veins, your senses were overrun. You anchored through the frantic beating of your heart by digging your nails into his chest. His whole body shuddered, passing the sensation onto you.
Loki growled and refused to hold position any longer. He grabbed your waist, gripping hard enough to bruise. You didn’t care; you were to far gone. You continued to not care as Loki controlled the pace, pulling you down to match his thrusts and repeatedly impaling you on his cock. Loki gasped in triumph when he twisted his hips and found your shrieking spot. Your vision blurred and your body shivered all over. Loki faltered into desperate erratic movements, lengthening his thrusts into deep draws that took your breath away.
With a guttural cry, your vision whited out completely. Loki’s mirroring shout sounded far away, but no less powerful than yours.
When you came back into a fuller understanding of consciousness, Loki was stroking your hair. His chest was heaving, taking your draped body with it.
“Who won the challenge, pet?” he murmured.
“I’m not sure. Too close to tell I think.” You sighed. Your eyelids shut like heavy gates, attempting to seal you inside sleep. But you were too cheeky at the moment for that. “When we have both recovered, shall we try again?”
Loki chuckled. “I shall never recover from you.” He turned his head and rubbed his nose against yours. “Sleep, Y/N. I shall be here when you wake.”
You were half asleep when you heard the rest of his promise whispered into your ear.
“Whether your limbs will be free is yet to be seen.”
Prompt: Eggsy from Kingsman doesn’t get enough smut! Xx so please could you fix this🙄 love you xx
Eggsy and the Reader are undercover as a couple, and they know the room is bugged. The reader suggests that they engage in certain activities to make the relationship “sound real.”
Note: Let me tell you, it was a hot afternoon writing this. This is straight SMUT, with a twinge of fluff at the end. Please let me know what you think with comments and reblogs, and a like here and there if you want. My tag lists are open, including one for Kingsmen fics if I start getting enough requests/ideas for them. If you have a request, feel free to shoot me a message on anon or public, or in my PMs. Now please enjoy!
Twenty minutes ago, Mr. and Mrs. Kersey left the banquet of an ammunitions merchant and were led to their room.
Ten minutes ago, Mr. and Mrs. Kersey found several bugs in the suite while putting away their things, leaving the devises in place.
Five minutes ago, Mrs. Kersey murmured something to Mr. Kersey and then stated it was time for bed. Mr. Kersey followed and started to undo his tie.
At the present moment, you were trying to keep your composure while Eggsy threw away the last of your clothing. He grinned wide and started to kiss up your thigh from your knee. Any hope of keeping your first goal fell away as he skipped over your mound and continued his way up your body. You keened and shuddered under his touch.
“Oh, E-“
He silenced you with a kiss and leaned in close to your ear. “No names. Remember, darling?” He sucked gently on the crook of your neck.
“Yes, darling.” Your fingers wove into his hair as he leaned down to lave his tongue over your breasts. Once your peaks were raised enough to his satisfaction, he nibbled on your ear.
“You were the one who wanted to ‘make it sound real,’ love. So, let them hear you, ya?”
You couldn’t have been quiet if you tried. Eggsy flattened his tongue on your heat and pinned you to the bed. He drove his tongue into you, licking his way around your walls. He sucked on your clit at random intervals, jolting you. He chuckled as your thighs tightened around his head. The vibrations gave you the shivers and made you pant for oxygen. You clawed at the sheets as he licked and sucked and tortured you right up to the precipice of orgasm.
But then he held you there.
He slowed down the rhythm he had built up. A slow lick there. A stroke on your inner thigh there. Nosing at your clit with barely enough pressure. You whined as you felt the orgasm start to fade away.
“Darling, please!” You tried to move his head where you needed him, but Eggsy looked up at you with a smirk.
“I dunno. I kinda like it down here. Might eat my dessert slow and savor it for a while.” He groaned as you tugged harsh on his hair. “But I take it you don’t like that idea?” He sucked harshly on your clit, then waited for your reply. Which wasn’t so much of a reply as a desperate breathy moan and frantically shaking your head. Eggsy chuckled again.
He plunged a finger into you, curling and thrusting it in just the right places to send you crying out again. He kept his other hand still on your waist to keep you from bucking up into his face. He added a second finger and curled them alternately, then together. The coil in your belly tensed again. Eggsy sucked at your gushing pleasure and hummed delighted into your sex. With one last harsh suck on your clit, you came tumbling apart. Toes curling. Thighs shaking. And a blissed-out smile on your face.
Eggsy crawled up the bed to lay on the pillows beside you, smugly smiling at you. In the split second that he closed his eyes, you reached off the bed and grabbed his tie. Feeling your movements, his eyes snapped open just in time to see you finishing the knots around his wrists. Not to tight. Lose enough for him to escape should another need arise.
“Feeling in control, darling?” His grin sank into gasping as you wrapped your lips around his cock head. You licked at his slit. One hand you ran through your slick, then brought it up to grip his cock. The other you brought up where he could see you playing with your nipples. He grunted and his hips jolted as you started to drag your hand up and down his cock. “That feels so good, baby.” He broke off with a shuddering sigh as you gave him a particularly sharp twist. “You’re not feeling vengeful, are you?”
You leaned forward and kissed your way up his chest. “Maybe just a little,” you breathed against his lips. You backed away quickly, making him strain forward against the tie in an effort to follow your lips. Keeping eye contact you trailed your nails down his chest, then bent to take his cock into your mouth. His head fell back and his eyes squeezed shut. You came up for air. “Too much?”
He rapidly shook his head. “No. Please keep going.” He watched you confused as you cheekily crossed your arms. His eyes glinted with understanding. “Please keep going, darling.”
You smiled and dipped back down to continue. His thighs tensed under your fingertips as you continued to bob up and down. His breathing was erratic. His torso rippled with strain as he tried to hold on. Just as his sighs reached their high point, you pulled off with a pop. Eggsy slumped into the pillows and panted to catch his breath.
You didn’t give him the chance.
With a groan from both of you, you guided his length into your sex and eased your way to the perfect full feeling he always gave you. Your walls pulsated around him, making you fall into his chest for stability. Eggsy used your moment of sensations to flip you under him. The give in the tie you’d given him so he could trash a bit he now used against you. He began a furious pace, making you brace yourself on the headboard. You might as well been the one tied up; you couldn’t use your hands for anything else.
Eggsy twisted his hips. He searched for the spots where you were most sensitive. And found them quickly. You mewled with each thrust, while Eggsy moaned above you. The mission, the room, the whole world faded away as the fire spread from the pounding in your heart through your veins to the tips of your fingers and your toes and to the very ends of your hair, burning your lungs and making your shiver with ice-hot heat. With a hoarse scream, you came, blinded with bright light.
But Eggsy kept going.
He slowed down for a little bit while you came back to earth, then sped back up.
“Darling, what are you doing?” you asked, a twinge of distress edging your voice. Your eyes fluttered shut as Eggsy twisted into one of your overly sensitive points.
“Come on. One more. One more to make up for the one I denied you earlier.” He continued to thrust until you were a quivering mess and his hips began to falter. “Come on, baby. One more.” Again you fell over the edge, this time taking Eggsy with you. He pinned his hips to yours while his cum coated your insides.
After a minute, Eggsy released himself from the tie and slid down beside you. He pulled the luxurious sheet over your body and kissed your forehead. He waved away your attempts to rub his shoulders.
“I’m alright, love. Go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
You curled closer to him and fell sleep on his chest.
He stayed up to keep first watch, passing the time by stroking your hair. When he was sure you were deep asleep, he leaned in close and whispered, “I love you, Y/N.”
The reader comes back to the bunker to help Sam with the sanctified blood cure. Dean intercepts her arrival into the bunker and convinces her he’s human. It takes too long to see where his facts don’t add up, but by then it’s too late.
Pairing: Demon Dean x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings: SMUT, name-calling, orgasm denial, gagging and bondage, knife use (not in a fun way; including cutting), leaving the reader for dead, angst (damn, that took a turn), slight dub-con, arguably dark!fic
Word Count: 2500+
Note: Happy Dean-o-ween! I had another Dean fic planned, but it needs more time. In the meantime, here’s something a little darker than what I usually write. Again:
If you have a trigger for cutting, do not read this fic.
Please let me know if you liked it or not with comments, likes, and reblogs. Stay safe this Halloween!
The garage sank into silence as you turned off your engine. It had been a long drive; worth it. Sam had finally found Dean. He called you on his way back to the bunker a few days ago, Dean snarking in the backseat.
Sam tried to talk over him, but you could still hear Dean.
“Did you tell her I said hi? How’s my favorite whore?”
White crested over the tops of your knuckles as you gripped the steering wheel. You’d wanted to be there, but took a bad lead and split up from Sam on the hunt. The hunt? Dean was a demon, but he was still in there, not as a monster. The defense sounded pitiful in your head.
You called from ten minutes out to check in.
“He’s… he’s not doing too well.”
“Tell me.” You stepped harder on the gas. “Sam.”
“He’s got all this human blood in him… says it’s burning. Y/N… this cure might be killing him.”
You swallowed hard. “It’s the last chance we have. No matter what, keep going. I’ll be there soon.”
“This had better work,” you grumbled, stepping out of your car.
“Why don’t you see for yourself?”
You flattened yourself against your car, arm outstretched with your favorite knife to Dean’s throat.
“Easy, sweetheart. It’s me.” His eyes searched yours as he kept his hands in the air. Dark circles hung under his eyes. His voice didn’t sound like it did. But demons were crafty, and it wasn’t like they followed good lifestyle habits.
“Prove it.” Using the blade, you guided Dean back so you could rummage in your bag for the flask of holy water. Dean flinched when the liquid touched his skin, but sighed in relief when it didn’t steam. You saw the pricks in his arms from the blood injections. They looked angry and swollen like they were still fighting. Dean wiped off the excess with his shirt quickly under your scrutiny.
“Convinced?” He kept his hands up as you lowered your blade. A second later he chuckled as you rushed to wrap your arms around his waist. He ran his hand through your hair as you buried your face in his chest.
“Are you really okay?”
“Yeah, sweetheart. I’m okay.”
“Where’s Sam?”
Dean took a second to answer. “He went out to grab us some burgers. I could call him so he’ll grab you one too.”
“That’s okay. I ate on the way in.” You pulled back. “He left you alone?”
“I’m supposed to be resting, instead I’ve been testing. I’ve still got some perks. Seems the Mark doesn’t want to let go of some things.”
“Like what?”
Dean’s eyes glittered. “Can’t tell you. Have to show you.” His head tilted to one side as he watched you consider his proposition. When you took too long to answer he grinned and snapped his fingers. You found yourself sandwiched between him and the wall on the other side of the garage. “Like this for one thing. Cool, right?”
You giggled. “It will certainly come in handy later.”
“Hopefully sooner than later.” He kissed your forehead. “I’ve missed you so much.” He ran the tip of his nose down the curves of your face. Dean’s lips hovered over yours. You knew he wouldn’t initiate. He needed to know you wanted him. Needed him as much as he needed you.
You bobbed on your tiptoes to press your lips against his. He was tentative at first, barely parting his lips. But you ran your tongue over his bottom lip, drawing a groan from him. His hands began to roam your body hungrily. He gripped your hips and your arms and then your breasts like he was relearning your form. You let out a shuddered breath as he let one slip under your shirt to snake up and play with your aroused nipples. The other hand played with the waistband of your jeans. He popped the button and inched his fingers into your heat.
“Damn, Y/N. Did you miss me?” He chuckled when you could only gasp in reply. He dipped a finger into your slick and spread it up to your clit. Your hips jerked forward under his ministrations. You continued to buck onto his hand and scissoring fingers until your breaths were coming out in bursts. He kissed you hard and thrusts his tongue out of time with his hand untill you were crying into his mouth.
Dean rested his head on the wall over your shoulder. “Let’s go somewhere more comfortable.”
“Let’s.” You closed your eyes against the dizziness as the air chilled and shifted. When you opened your eyes, your back was against the inside of your bedroom door.
And you were naked.
Dean knocked your hands away as you tried to over yourself. “It’s not like I haven’t seen you before, Y/N. It’s just been a while.” You shuddered as the lock clicked shut. “Now let me look at you.”
He stripped off his shirt and sat on the edge of your bed. His eyes eased across your body, resting on your breasts, your hips, your thighs, then flicking up to your face. You were thrumming with need, shivering. Dean curled a finger, summoning you.
“Come here.”
You walked to him on unsteady legs. Dean guided you down to sit on one of his thighs. His jeans scratched pleasantly between your thighs; you couldn’t help but rolling your hips a few times. Dean’s hands flashed to grip your thighs, stilling you.
“Do you trust me?” His deep voice reverberated with need, and something playful. You mirrored him licking his lips and nodded. From his back pocket, he pulled out a bandana. He tied a knot in the middle, then held it questioningly over your lips. You opened your mouth. “I really want to hear you, sweetheart, but I’m supposed to be resting. Don’t want to traumatize Sam.” The bandana slipped coarse over your tongue as Dean tied it around the back of your head. You nodded to let him know it wasn’t too tight.
The bandana did its job as you squealed into it when Dean flipped you under him. He helped you wriggle further up the bed. His head ducked down to kiss across your collarbone, then down between your breasts. One hand massaged one breast while his mouth attended to the other. You arched until your back ached, desperately trying to somehow feel him closer to you. Dean groaned as you dug your nails down his back and down his ribs.
“You keep playing like that, sweetheart, you’re going to get yourself into trouble,” he growled. You hummed back in response and kept your nails moving over his abs. He chuckled. “Just like old times, huh? You still don’t know how to behave.” His green eyes sparkled as you batted your eyelashes. His head twisted to one side as he dipped into thought. “Just like old times…”
Dean moved away from you, ignoring your whine of separation. He kneeled by the bed and shuffled some things around under the frame. His face broke out into a grin when he found what he was looking for. The red silken ropes dangled between his fingers. You bought the set as a joke one year. It made you smile to remember how much Sam blushed and stumbled over his words when Dean pulled the ropes proudly out of the box. Dean’s present came to you later.
“Thinking about Christmas?” He smiled as you nodded. “You were a genius, just in case I never told you.”
“Weher?” you cheekily questioned through the gag. He chuckled and tied one end of each rope to the wrists you held up to him. You looked at him quizzically when he pulled your arms up at an odd angle so he could tie the ropes to the legs of the bed instead of to the headboard. You forgot to worry about it when his fingers danced down your arms to breasts. He played with them again until you were arching into his touch. When his hand drew away you focused on breathing while Dean stripped out of his jeans and briefs. As much as you hated to think it, the demon life had done his body some good. It was thicker in all the right places, healthier, free of the usual Dean Winchester guilt besides the dark circles under his eyes. And his cock was perfect as ever. With a snap, you realized you were staring. Dean smirked as you met his gaze.
“You ready?”
You nodded eagerly. Dean ran his warm hand down your arm to cup your cheek, then down your torso and your thigh. He crawled up the bed between your legs, putting on as much of a show as he was probably getting from your desperate breathing.
Dean smeared his leaking precome over his head and gave his length a few pumps. He leaned up, nearly nose to nose with you, feeling your breath on his face as he teased his head at your entrance.
“I’ve missed you, Y/N.”
He went slow for a while, then with a wink he sheathed himself fully. He waited for you to start breathing again before setting a furious pace. If this had been any other time, you would have thought he was racing some unknown clock. You couldn’t find the mental acuity to care. Your world dilated to the sensation of the rope digging into your wrists. The feeling of Dean’s body sliding against yours while his length slid in and out of you. The lightning coursing through you with each thrust until it felt like your skin was on fire. You closed your eyes to focus on listening to him grunt and growl. You’d never told him, but the sound of him was your favorite part. You could always tell when he was close by the sounds he made. By the sounds he was making right now.
When you opened your eyes, his green irises had been eclipsed by black.
Dean laughed openly as you screamed and writhed beneath him. He stopped his thrusts as you struggled to move away from him, an impossible venture.
“It was all worth it to see your face. I wondered what would give me away. Not the gag. Not the ropes. You are incredibly trusting, Y/N.”
Your mind reeled with every moment since you pulled into the garage. How easy you had made it for him. Your mind raced to find a way out, to find some way to call for help. Dean’s eyes made your heart stutter. But the tests?
“I was just as surprised as you when the holy water didn’t steam like usual. Seems there is enough human blood in me to make my blood not boil; was enough to get out of the trap too. Still burned like hell, though. Either way, we would have ended up here. With you about to beg for my cock like the slut you are.” Dean’s thighs flexed as he restrained himself from thrusting into you. Your walls contracted when his cock twitched inside you. “Do you want to come, Y/N? I have all the time in the world to wait for your answer.” You shuddered as he kept his black eyes on you while dragging a finger down your cheek. He reached out to tweak your nipple, chuckling when you squeaked. “I can wait, but I don’t think you can. Come on, one last good fuck, and then you can fight to ‘sanctify’ me. Deal?”
Your chest ached from heaving and gasping for breath. Your skin was slick with sweat. Already you could feel your release dribbling away. If you gave him what he wanted, would it be enough to distract him so you could get away? In tugging on the ropes, you could already feel them loosening like the knot was designed to.
“Het ghe cogh Dmphnn, theeze.”
“What was that?”
With a groan you wiggled your hips, your eyes rolling back in your head with the friction. In your mind you screamed for him to let you come, pleaded, reminding him that he was close too. That he never had been the patient one. Your heart thundered in your chest as Dean’s eyes flicked to green. He leaned down and sucked on your bottom lip under the gag.
You shrieked as Dean pulled almost all the way out and then thrust into you hard. He bit down on your shoulder as his hips continued their former pace. The edges of your vision began to fade out. Your eyes closed and you bit down on the gag, screaming through the waves of release flying through you. Your screaming continued as Dean kept thrusting into you, chasing his own release. When you opened your eyes, his black ones were staring down at you. Your muscles contracted in fear, pulling a shout from Dean as he came. He fell on top of you, crushing you under his weight.
He eventually rolled off you to stand next to the bed. His fingers glided up your arm toward the rope holding your wrist captive. You held your breath as he fumbled with the threads. Your blood ran cold as you felt the bonds tighten. Dean’s eyes flicked to green to glint at your eyes wide in fear. A blink later he was clothed and looking as fresh as you had seen him in the garage.
And he had your knife.
He pulled the tip up your stomach, just light of breaking your skin but with enough pressure to remind you he could gut you like a fish with a flick of his wrist.
“Sam’s probably figured out I’m not in the operation room by now. He could be roaming the halls right now, looking for me.” The blade circled around your breasts, then continued up across your collarbone and up your arm. “It’s been a while since we last played hide-n-seek, but I’m up for one more game before I kill him too.”
You winced as the knife cut through your skin by the rope.
“I’m a simple man with simple pleasures. Or should I say, a simple demon?” He gave your wrist a rough squeeze, jump starting the draining. He did the same to your other wrist, despite your struggling.
“Dmphnnn!” Your muffled cries made him snicker. He was just closing the door behind him when he turned around and pointed like he had forgotten something. With a snap of his fingers, your clothes appeared on your body. They were warm like Dean had pulled them out of the dryer.
“Can’t having you catch cold. Gotta keep that blood flowing.”
He left you in the dark.
Dean’s head rolled from one side to the other. Sam and Cas were immediately on the defense as his eyes cracked open. He blinked in the light as the darkness faded away.
“You guys seem worried,” he rasped.
Sam shared a glance with Cas, then splashed holy water on Dean’s face. Dean flinched, then looked up at them with clear eyes.
“Welcome back, Dean.” Sam’s voice cracked.
Dean smiled back, then memories came rushing back through the broken damn. “Y/N. Oh, God. Get me out of these! Cas, get to Y/N’s room. Now.” He tore from the chair and ran down the hall.
Agent Dean Winchester and Y/N celebrate a completed mission with a steamy night in.
Pairing: 007Agent!Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings: Action violence, SMUT, blindfold, slight Dom!Dean, little bit of spanking, oral (both receiving)
Word Count: 1700
Note: Whew. After that season finale, I needed a happy Dean. We all do. Please let me know how you like this by commenting, liking, or reblogging, or all three!
He rolled as the wood paneling exploded above his shoulder. Half an inch lower and Dean wouldn’t have a shoulder.
Dean Winchester. 007. Agent.
You couldn’t wrap your head around the fact you were working with him.
“Y/N, it’s getting tight in here. Type faster.”
“Trying.” Your fingers flew across the keys as you watched the green script appear on the screen.
In and out, he said. Hack an email. Simple, he said. 007 said a lot of things.
“You ready, Q?” you asked the coms.
Sam’s voice crackled in your ear, “send it through.”
You tapped the enter key and the text spiraled down into the secure link you coded in.
“Got it. Now get out of there.”
“Yes, sir,” Dean echoed with you. He grabbed your hand and dragged you down the side exit. The bookshelf slid shut behind you just as the enemy operatives rushed the room. You could hear them scrambling to find the latch as Dean pulled you out into the night.
At the safe house, Dean’s keys clattered into the alcove bowl then he took your stealth coat. You smirked at him as you unlaced your boots and he shed his mission gear.
“I don’t see how you get around so conspicuously in that car, Winchester.” The Impala was beautiful, but it seemed to attract a lot of eyes rolling through town.
“Sometimes the best place to hide is in plain sight, sweetheart.”
Both of you flopped onto the couch and let out heavy sighs. You were content to close your eyes and breath slowly till maybe you fell asleep. Forget the coms on the coffee table and leave the paperwork till morning. Dean’s fingers had another plan. You grinned as they feathered up your bare arm.
“Not back for five minutes and you’re already trying to seduce me.” The couch’s fabric was cool on your face as you turned to look at him. His lips parted as his tongue darted out to wet them. Freckles danced across his face and his afternoon stubble coming in.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
“Nothing.” You averted your gaze to the window as rain began to beat against it. “What are you thinking about?”
“Something incredibly sinful.”
Your eyes darted to his and found them lust-blown. The mixture of the storm outside and your quickened blood pounded in your ears as your breath began to come out in short bursts. Your skin prickled with a sudden chill, even as you felt a rush of warmth all over. After a shuddered breath, you leaned close to him and put your hand on his chest.
“Show me.”
You were expecting him to push you into the pillows of the couch. You were expecting his lips to latch onto yours. His hands everywhere. Clothing to be removed hastily. But none of that happened.
Instead, he reached up and loosened his tie before pulling it from around his neck.
“Do you trust me?”
Agent instincts kicked in. Dark rumors rushed in. You considered telling him no. But knowing him, if he wanted you dead, you would be. Blindfolded or not.
“Yes.”
Dean helped you stand and held the tie over your eyes without tying it. With one hand in yours, he led you through the safehouse, murmuring commands so you wouldn’t stub your toes. Light stopped seeping in over the edges of the tie. There was a moment where you couldn’t sense anything except his hand holding the tie behind your head, then he let it drop.
“I requested it specially in hopes that the mission would end well,” he said.
In front of you was a low four-post bed draped with dark, soft fabric. The cloth swayed in the breeze coming in through the seemingly open windows. Safe house smoke and mirrors, but effective. You walked to one corner, swaying your hips a little more than usual. It was unnecessary as Dean caught your wrist in his tie before you got too far.
“So, it’s going to be one of those nights, is it?” you asked cheekily. Dean hummed in agreement and brought your wrists together behind you around the post, securing them with his tie. He breathed hot air over your lips and backed away. You watched hungrily as he shed his holster and his shirt. You hoped he would let you lick your way up that soft stomach one day. Those thoughts changed as he pulled his belt out in one sweep. Dean let his pants fall and stepped closer to you clad in only his straining compression shorts.
Electric shocks coursed through you as he finally pressed his mouth against yours. It was rough. Starved. More intense without the option to touch him. You whimpered as his evening stubble scratched your cheek while he nibbled on your ear. His hands squeezed your hips before reached back to cup your ass. He pulled you closer, pressing his hardening length into your clothed stomach.
“What if I said no coming till I said so tonight?”
You pulled away from him with a groan and a pout. “But I did everything right.”
“You were a little slow with the coding.”
“Next time you can code, and I’ll shoot the bad guys…” you gasped and rested your head on his chest as he slapped your ass. When you caught your breath, you looked up to see his arched eyebrow. He rubbed the ache away but kept staring at you till you made a decision. Either way, you were going to have a good night. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. If your arms start to hurt, let me know, and we’ll figure something else out.”
He pushed you down till you were eye-level with his pelvis. He worked his thumbs inside the hem of the shorts and inched them down till his cock sprang forth.
You didn’t wait for a command. The salty taste of his precum made you hum around his head. Dean stifled a groan as you began to bob up and down his length, taking him deeper little by little. With a final deep breath, you pushed as far as you could go before your gag reflex would take over. Dean braced one hand on the post and the other behind your head. He gave a shout as you alternated sucking and hollowing your cheeks around him. His hips jerked, following your mouth as you backed off, running your tongue along his vein. You pulled off with a pop and a wink. Before you could move to start again, Dean pulled you to your feet.
“Enough.” He winked back. “My turn.”
With a tug, your wrists were released. He rubbed the ache out of your shoulders and wrists while peppering kisses along your jawline. His hands rubbed their way to your chest and down your front, pulling the fabric up and over your head before unclasping your bra. Your own hands worked to get off the stealth pants, but they hugged your thighs too much for you to remove them by yourself. You fell with a giggle onto the bed as Dean pushed you down. He tugged on them and your panties till he could throw them on the floor, then pulled you by your ankles to the edge of the bed. He ran a finger up your slit, making you shiver. You watched as he licked away the slick.
He leaned over you and whispered in your ear, “Remember, don’t come.” Dean tossed you further up the bed before following you. He laid in front of your parted legs, grinning like a proud panther. You weren’t sure if you were the cream or the canary. Dean gave a delighted hum as he ran his tongue up your slit.
Cream then.
Your hips bucked as Dean began to lap and suck and pull every moan from your lips. He splayed a warm hand over your abdomen, pinning you into the sheets. His teeth grazed your clit and you out let out a mangled cry. A finger began to work in and out of you as he continued to suck and kiss your clit.
Release was right there. You could feel it building.
Dean laughed into your heat before pulling away. Your legs quaked as he crawled up your body, planting open-mouthed kisses up your stomach and over your breasts and up the side of your throat. You were so sensitive you could feel him throbbing against your stomach. Your eyes fluttered shut as you panted.
“Y/N. Look at me.” Dean tilted your chin up as you forced your eyes open. “Can you hang on a little longer?”
“Yes,” you croaked.
You gasped as Dean began to work himself into you an inch at a time. Again, he pinned you down, keeping you from speeding up the process. You both gave a soft ‘umpf’ as he bottomed out. Your walls contracted around him, making him shiver and growl.
Then he let loose.
Breathless gasping gave way to cries of pleasure as Dean thundered into you. The earlier spiral that had faded into a dull ache came back in full force. You focused on how tight he was holding your hips to keep from coming. There wasn’t air enough to beg.
“Come, Y/N,” Dean grunted at last, “come for me.”
He twisted his hips till your cries heightened in pitch. You clawed at his shoulders as he continued to ram your g-spot. With a final guttural cry, your muscles relaxed throughout your body. You were flying, soaring. Dean kept going till his grunts faltered with his hips. His hot cum coated your walls, jolting another spasm through them again.
The bed was suddenly cold when Dean got up. He came back with a towel to clean you up, then again with a glass of water. You could barely keep your eyes open to drink.
“Here’s to another mission well done, 007.”
Dean leaned in to nuzzle your noses together. “And here’s to many more celebrations, Agent Y/L/N.”
He guided you under the sheets and wriggled close till your back was flush with his chest.
The morning would bring another mission, but for tonight, Dean “007” Winchester was all yours.
Lucifer (possessing Castiel) convinces you to have some fun before you tell Sam and Dean who’s in Cas.
Prompt: Crystal Head Vodka, “How about we make our own fun?”
Pairing: CasiferxReader, Sam and Dean appearances
Warnings: SMUT, dom!Casifer, drinking (obviously), bondage, Grace use, breath play, all the dirty and dangerous thoughts
Word Count: 1500+
Note: Written for @winchester-writes ‘s birthday! Happy birthday, chica!
The second you laid eyes on him, you knew he wasn’t Cas. But he silenced your cry for help in a second without even lifting a finger.
He chose this. Don’t make a big fuss and get him in trouble.
Lucifer. You shot daggers at him, receiving a wink in return.
That didn’t take long. Wait till the Winchesters leave, then we can talk.
He released your vocal chords. Sam looked at you funny when you let out a short gasp. You fidgeted nervously as the guys talked with Not-Cas.
“Hey Y/N, you want some pizza? Ordering or picking up?” Sam asked, pulling you back into the conversation.
You swallowed, your voice suddenly feeling constricted. You looked at Cas, but he shook his head. This was all you. “Italian Oven doesn’t deliver, so I guess you guys are going to pick it up,” you stammered out.
Dean groaned. “That’s clear on the other side of town.”
“But they have the best pizza.” Dean nodded in agreement. “You guys get the pizza, no onions, and I’ll hold down the fort.”
Dean looked between you and Cas. “Should we take the long way around so you and your boyfriend can catch up?” You shooed him away, ignoring the knowing grin on his face. It had only been a few months, but you could make Cas loud. The boys were gone a few minutes later, leaving you and Not-Cas standing on opposite ends of the library. He wandered over to Dean’s cocktail cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Crystal Head Vodka. He held it in front of his face, smiling too brightly, to wide, too sure.
“Now how about we make our own fun?” He pulled out two glasses and poured from the skull. With a whisk of air, he was suddenly in front of you holding out the drink. You backed away from him, only to land on your bed. “This is what you and Cassy do after a hunt, right? Drink, get wasted… aren’t you a little young for that?”
“Not as of a few days ago. We were supposed to go out somewhere.”
“Trust me, sweetheart, he was planning on staying in and then having…” he cocked his head and walked to your nightstand at sat the glasses down. He pulled out the rope you kept in the drawer. “Kinky. Never thought you had a dom in you, Cassy.”
“You might want to check those memories again, Lucifer. Those ropes aren’t for me.” You suppressed a giggle as he twisted his head and came back with a face of mock shock. You stood to go back to the library. “Now if we could please go back to the matter at hand.” You stopped as the door swung shut.
“We can discuss it in here.” He sat down on your bed and fiddled with the rope before tossing it to you. “And give the boys an earful if they get back early.”
“You’re not suggesting…”
“Why not? How much vodka will you need to…”
“What? Consider it? More than we’ve got, or could ever get.”
“Now you’re just being unreasonable.”
“We are in here to discuss Cas, not your thousand year boner.”
Lucifer threw Cas’s head back with a laugh. “He said you would be a firecracker. Come on, Y/N. You’ve probably decked these out to hold down serious angel power. If you don’t get enough out of the evening, then I’ll be tied up enough for the Winchesters when they get back. Deal?”
You eyed him nervously. The ropes were powered up, but would it be enough to hold an archangel? With a sigh, you reached past him and took one of the glasses. He snickered and matched your movements to throw back the shot. It didn’t take long for you to become delightfully buzzed. The black rope shimmered with silvery-blue sigils as you wrapped one around his wrist. His eyes glowed red instead of blue, reminding you who you were dealing with. He pulled away from the rope with a growl and stood.
“He doesn’t kiss you breathless or something? Pin you to the wall till you almost fall over?”
“Remember who’s the dom in the relationship.”
He growled again, then tugged the rope hard enough to pull you to his chest. He pinned your arms behind you, licking his lips as he looked down at your accusatory glare.
“Are you sure you don’t want to try something new?”
It felt different, not having the power. But that wasn’t the plan… Any inhibition to fight melted away as he sunk to suck at your neck. He moaned with Cas’s voice as he worked his way to your sweet spot. You whimpered as he pulled away just before he reached it.
“Do you want to stop?”
The glint in his eyes was so different from Cas. And it ignited a flame within that you didn’t know you had.
“No.”
A grin broke across his face, cruel and pleasured. You knew this was going to be unlike anything you’d ever experienced.
“You’re right about that, sweetheart. Now,” he turned you away to bend you over the bed and tied your wrist together, “let’s pull out your submissive side.” With a snap, he had goosebumps breaking across your skin. His skin pressed up against you, cool and surprising. He chuckled, pressing the hard length to your backside. “Dad must have really liked you, Jimmy. Lucky Y/N.”
You pushed back, wiggling and pressing your thighs together in anticipation. He kicked your legs opened, spreading you out before reaching down to your folds. His chest rumbled as he found the slick there. With agonising slowness he stroked you, occasionally pulling high enough to flick against your clit. He kissed between your shoulder blades and added another finger, pumping you to a slow, intense build. He blew cold air on your skin, distracting you from soaring too high. You groaned but worked your hips till your ass cheeks were wrapped around his cock. As you arched your back with pleasure, you moved up and down.
“That’s a neat trick,” Lucifer panted. He flipped you onto your back and spread your legs again till your toes barely touched the floor. “But are you ready for us?” He teased the head at your entrance, making you gasp. “Yes or no, Y/N?”
“Yes.”
There was a moment of stillness, then he began to sink into you, pushing and pulling to open you more. Though your vision fluttered, his was focused on you, grinning harshly as you mewled and quaked around him. With a grunt, he sheathed completely in you. You cried out and continued to do so as he set a controlled pace. The rope on your wrists loosened till it slithered away, replaced by warm tendrils that pulsed like they were alive. They pulled your arms to your sides then up around the back of his neck. You curled your fingers in the short hairs at the base of his neck, tugging lightly like you knew how Cas liked it.
But this wasn’t Cas.
You remembered that as another tendril crawled across your body and wrapped itself around your throat.
Are you okay with this?
You’d always wanted to try it, but never thought you had the right partner to ask.
Answer? He loosened the grip and started to pull away, but you let out a jumble of sounds.
Please, don’t stop.
His pace shuddered, then began anew. Faster. Harder. He twisted and angled till he found the spot that made you silent and boneless, pushing you both up to the middle of your bed. You gasped, sucking in the air allowed to you. You were close. And from the feel of Lucifer’s pace, so was he.
Do you know how beautiful you look, Y/N? Quivering under me. Around me. Your hair spread out and your face shimmering with pleasure. The way I can feel your heart thundering in your chest, how our bodies slide against one another. I’m sure you can feel how you’re affecting me. Now open your eyes, watch me as I watch you come.
“Come Y/N.”
He released the grace around your throat, filling your lungs with oxygen. Another tendril pressed down on your clit, circling it fiercely. You tumbled over the edge with a weak cry, a poor sign of the blaze erupting inside you. He slammed into you twice, three more times, then coated your walls with cum.
The grace holding your wrists slid away. You reached around his chest to pull him close, spooning him as he laid down beside you. His chest rose and fell against your face, still cool to the touch. He pushed a strand of hair off your face as you closed your eyes.
They snapped back open as you heard the front door slam shut and Dean shout to announce the pizza. With a jolt, you remembered that the plan was to have Lucifer tied up before they got home.
“The deal’s still on the table.” He broke your train of thought, or read it. “If you were unsatisfied with your care, then the ropes are right there.” He nodded at them tied in a neat bow on the headboard.
If you were quick maybe you could make it. He twitched the grace still resting on your clit, pulling out a moan from your sensitivity. He hummed at you, knowing you were lost completely to him.
Our Deepest Desires 