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I Was Made For Lovin’ You

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

song inspo: I was made for lovin’ you by kiss

main masterlist // nsfw masterlist

word count: 3.4k

summary: Eddie believes you’re a “quiet miss goody-two-shoes”. You’re going to prove him wrong.

warnings: SMUT (18+), minors DNI!, both eddie and reader are 18+, fingering (feat. ring kink), oral (m), sub/dom dynamics, PIV, unprotected sex (pls be safe irl), cowgirl to missionary, dirty talk, praise kink, biting kink/leaving hickeys, creampie, language, mutual pining, fluff, eddie being sweet, tattoo tracing, way too many fucking italics and semi colons, it ends real sweet tho

A/N: This is a part two to I wanna be with you but I wrote it so it could be read as a standalone. Also, I’ve never written a smut oneshot, so this was definitely a challenge, but I tried my best. :)

It’s silent between the two of you on the drive back to Eddie’s place. He has the radio tuned to the local rock station, and you can hear Metallica’s Master of Puppets playing through the speakers. You were bopping your head, drumming your fingers, and silently singing along to the song. Eddie could hear you and would turn to look at you during stop lights. He couldn’t fucking believe that you, quiet miss goody two shoes, were in his van and heading back to his place. He thought he was losing his mind but in the best way possible.  

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Dile (Cuéntale)

miguel o’hara x spiderwoman!reader

song inspo: dile by don omar

main masterlist // nsfw masterlist

word count: 4.5k

summary: Miguel gets jealous of your relationship with Peter. He’s on a mission to prove he’s better.

warnings: SMUT (18+), minors DNI, porn without much plot (I need him carnally), jealous/possessive miguel, biting kink (pretend his bites aren’t paralyzing y’all), miguel being a munch!, unprotected sex (pls be safe irl), overstimulation? (he makes you cum a lot), creampie/breeding kink, dirty talk, operating under the assumption they’re both nude under their suits, Spanish (I’ll put translations in a reblog), mutual pining/a confession!?, way too many italics bc I need to emphasize everything.

A/N: this was just supposed to be a short concept piece…and it ended up taking me three weeks to write bc I just kept adding more. anyways, felt weird to write miguel speaking spanish if the reader doesn’t understand so this is technically latina!reader (actually really happy ab it bc I always wanted to write latina!reader for myself 😊).

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warnings: sexting, dirty talk, mutual masturbation

Sending Modern!Eddie nudes just to tease him. He doesn’t respond right away, making you think that he might be busy planning a campaign or playing the guitar, that’s far from the case.

In minutes, he’s calling you, and you can hear his deep groans, the wet schlick of his ringed hand pumping his throbbing cock.

“This is what you wanted, yeah?” You could hear his breath pick up over the phone as he squeezed at the tip of his cock. “You just wanted to hear me jerk off.”

“Uhuh.” You couldn’t deny it, not when he sounded so good.

Absentmindedly, you reached a hand into your pants and felt just how soaked you were from hearing him. It didn’t surprise you, though. You always had this reaction when it came to Eddie.

“Fuck, baby. You don’t know how bad I want to slide into that pussy.” The schlick sound picked up the pace, and you rubbed against your clit, trying to match it. “Just want to stretch you open and watch your pussy take all that I have to give.”

“E-Edie… please.” Your head was thrown back at the image of his cock splitting you open. You didn’t know how badly you needed it until just now.”

“Yeah? That’s my pussy, isn’t it? I’m gonna use it until you’re begging me to stop.”

You heard a rustling over the phone. The sound of his belt buckle clanking together echoed loud enough for you to hear.

“I can’t take it any longer,” Eddie ran to his van. “I’m coming over.” You could hear the door open along with the old engine start-up. “You better be ready for me, sweetheart, because I’m going to leave you a sweaty and cum filled mess.”

I’M NO ANGEL

[ This piece was inspired by the specific episode I named this after. As always, I found myself deep in my feelings over Castiel and his troubling time as a human. Of course, it developed into something more. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it. It’s been a while… ]

Synopsis | Castiel has only begun to learn the trials and tribulations of a human life. Thankfully, he’s managed some help along the way. When he ends up injured and alone, there’s only one place he knows to go.

Tags | Angst, Self Doubt, Supernatural, Human!Reader/Angel, Nurse!Reader, First Time, Innocence, Romance, Fluff, Female!Reader, Castiel being soft, Reader comforting Castiel

Warnings | Talk of injuries, Feelings of Loneliness, Past Trauma, Blood, Torture, Castiel being sad, Self doubt, Angst, Loss of Virginity, Sexual Content

Word Count | 5.2k

Rating | R, minors do not read

Exhaustion had crept its way into your bones. Eyes burning with the desperation of sleep, reaching a point of deprivation you hadn’t known existed. Perhaps you’d pushed yourself too hard. Work made for a distraction and the last few months had been… interesting to say the least. You craved normalcy, anything to rid yourself of the crippling paranoia. To your dismay, time at the hospital seemed to only multiply your stress. Not to mention the endless stream of phone calls. A voice message, always in a familiar voice, left on the answering machine at home. You had two guesses — Dean or Sam Winchester. That in itself seemed to be the only highlight of every long, agonizingly slow day. To know you had someone thinking of you.

You rummaged through your locker, packing up your belongings into a small duffel bag. Strands of your pulled back hair now framed your face. The zipper was the only means to break the silence. Left alone, as you’d taken up the night shift through most of the week. Your feet ached and that pain had radiated up your sore calves. A nice bath would do you good and the very thought gave you more incentive to quicken the pace.

Taking your keys into your grasp, you slung the strap over your shoulder and made your way out of the locker room. You passed the station, bidding goodnight to the other nurses. Your smile fading quickly once hidden behind the closed doors of the elevator. You leaned against the wall, your head dipping backwards. Easily, you allowed your eyes to fall closed.

Your scream echoed through the abandoned warehouse, a cry of agony which had left your throat hoarse. Another hour of this hell and you’d surely have no voice left to beg with. Alastair wouldn’t have that though. He wanted to hear every last shriek, moan, and wail that left your cracked lips. You were bare, stripped naked and if that wasn’t mortifying enough—being strapped down and displayed to him made you wish to perish from the earth alone.

“Please! Oh, god! Please!” You cried. He twisted the knife brutally, digging into your flesh. You’d already passed out a handful of times, only for him to awaken you once more and begin the process again.

“You’re a tricky one to find, Y/N.” He sang, all the while continuing his work. Your sobs went unnoticed by the demon. The utter joy on his face made you nauseous. You squeezed your eyes shut, another loud cry echoed against the walls. You jerked against your restraints and prayed to anyone, anything, to make the horrendous torture end. To your surprise, Alastair did stop, but only briefly. You laid your head back against the cold table. Your heart pounding in your ears, head swimming, and your throat desperate for water. He touched your head and began to coo at you, to which you turned your head away in disgust. He leaned further down, his hot breath touching your ear. You shuddered, flinching away with what strength you had.

“You belong with us…” He hissed his words, like the serpent he was, sent straight from hell.

Ironically enough, you harshly bit down. Jerking your head to look at him. Gathering the blood in your mouth, you spat at him. “Go to hell.”

This commenced his wicked abuse, carving you and using you for all it was worth. The room was spinning again. All you could do was plead and beg, hoping to either be saved or succumb to your injuries.

Death had never tasted so sweet.

By the time Sam and Dean discovered you, Alastair disappeared. Leaving you in a mess of your own blood. Your consciousness was wavering, as your head lolled to the side. You barely even noticed the hands that were making quick work to undo the straps, which held your body down.

“She needs medical attention. Immediately.” Castiel’s voice sounded, full of urgency and authority.

“Cas?” You called out in disbelief. Was it really over? Your head turned to discover his ocean eyes peering down at you with visible concern. He gave a grave expression, perusal.

His strong, lithe hands delicately lifted you from the metal table. Dean aided him, while doing his best to remain respectful. It wouldn’t have mattered, as you were too far gone into shock to care whether or not everything was on display. Cas had shed out of his trenchcoat almost immediately. You felt the coat drape around your shoulders, as he pulled it tightly around you. Thus giving you more decency. With that, he lifted you into his arms. Your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck, your hands limp in your lap.

“You’re safe now.” He mumbled. His tone rumbling in his chest, vibrating against your burning face. This only confirmed his presence not to be that of a dream, but reality.

The elevator seemed to move deliberately slow, at the expense of your aching feet. When the doors slid open again, you pushed off the wall and exited. The fluorescent bulbs above you ceased to burden your vision, as you found yourself swallowed into the night of the city. Your chaos of the day being left behind, as you trudged your way across the pavement of the parking lot. With a few clicks on the unlock button, you located your car by the flashing head and rear lights. Your bag was the first thing to go, left behind in the backseat.

“Y/N…” A familiar voice addressed you. Gravely yet monotone.

If it hadn’t been your support on the open door of your vehicle, you believed you might have fallen back. Your hand clutched at your chest, your keys rattling in your grasp.

“Jesus Christ!” You exclaimed.

Castiel’s blue eyes were piercing. He possessed such sadness and disorientation, or perhaps that was guilt. Either way, he looked like a wounded animal. A kicked dog, wandering the streets. His usual attire was in disarray. His trenchcoat was missing, his tie gone and his white shirt mangled and torn. The fabric stained with blood and his face was evident of a scuffle, with a cut to his cheek bone and one above his left brow. Once you had taken in his wrecked state, you moved around your open door and moved toward him.

“Cas…” You breathed, as you began to truly examine him. Checking for any serious injuries right away. “What happened?” You asked, concern clear in your tone and forming in the expression on your face.

You tilted your head up at the Angel. Castiel shook his head, before looking off at nothing in particular.

“I’m not sure where I’d even begin.” He admitted with weariness. “Dean...” Cas parted his lips, but the words wouldn’t come. Or at least they seemed too painful to reveal.

“What about Dean?” You questioned, your brow knitted together. You were desperate for any sort of answer now. To know what the hell was going on.

“Can we… Discuss this somewhere more, appropriate?” He asked.

You were reluctant not to grill him, but you were far too tired yourself to even begin to think about arguing. A simple nod was all you managed, before motioning for him to get into the car. Cas rounded the front of the Toyota, as you proceeded to slip behind the wheel.

The drive was silent, as Cas seemed to be pondering something, clearly weighing heavy over him. This seemed unusual for him, not to mention his battered state. At least unusual in a way that this always meant something was wrong. You’d been around the Angel long enough to know when he was troubled. You wondered if Dean and Sam had seen him first. Had they turned him away? What was going on?

Every now and then Castiel’s blue oceans would slowly drift over in your direction. He’d study your profile until it caused you to look over, only to find him facing forward once more. You sighed softly and broke the silence.

“How badly are you injured?” You asked, deciding this would be a good place to start. Or, at least, his condition should be a priority.

You owed him.

“Nothing I haven't handled before.” He mumbled, sure of himself, his voice rumbling in his chest, but his doubt lingered beneath the surface. The way he looked out the window only confirmed his words weren’t so truthful. Cas appeared like a child again, watching the scenery drift by in a haze as you drove on. Your will to carry the conversation had subsided and you let the two of you commence in silence. Though it wasn’t awkward, your worry continued to grow all the way to the sight of your house.

Upon pulling into the driveway, Cas was the first to move out of your car. Your eyes followed his figure and they widened when he nearly collapsed. His hands gripped the top of the door and he grunted lowly. You hurried from your seat, delayed by your seatbelt, and ran around the sedan to reach him.

“Cas!” His name fell from your lips in a panicked tone. You reached for him and to your surprise, he didn’t argue to handle himself. In fact, Cas seemed to welcome your touch and your comfort.

“Are you alright?” You asked, with the same amount of urgency. He nodded. “Just…” He panted. “Just help me get inside.” He mumbled.

You nodded and pulled his arm around your shoulders. Cas did his best to support most of his weight, not wishing to hurt you. The last thing he wanted was to ask for your help, but he had nowhere else to go. No one he could rely on at this point. You were the only one he had left.

With little trial and error, you managed to settle Cas on the sofa. He sunk down against the soft cushions and proceeded to lay his head back, his eyes closing.

“I’ll be right back.” You murmured, after having stared at him for longer than you should have.

Sure he was a mess, but he still managed to stir something inside of you with that vessel of his.

While he rested, you went back to your car and retrieved what you needed. You took time to yourself in the kitchen and prepared tea, as well as medical supplies to treat him. You chewed your lip, while letting the tea bag steep in the boiling liquid. None of it had made any sense. Castiel was an Angel after all. Maybe he had become weak and his wounds were taking longer than normal to heal?

A timer buzzed on your phone, causing you to jump and return to reality from your thoughts. You pulled the bag from the mug and dropped it into the trash. Grabbing your kit and the tea, you headed back for the living room and found him the same as he’d been.

He heard movement and lifted his head, his eyes opening to land on your face as you sat yourself beside him.

“Let me look?” You asked, gently, as you persuaded with a kind smile. Cas nodded and shifted, a wince of pain flashing over his expression. He began to unbutton his shirt, what was left of it anyway, and revealed the gash at his abdomen. It wasn’t anything you hadn’t seen before, but it needed to be treated and stitched.

“Oh, Cas…” You breathed with a disappointed tone. “What happened to you?” Your brows knitted together, as your gaze lifted with anticipation. Ready for answers.

You opened your supplies and dug around for a moment, until finding what you needed first.

“I suppose I’m being punished.” Castiel began, as you got to work on cleaning him up. You glanced up. “For what?” You quizzed, continuing to watch him as he looked shameful with his head turned that way.

“Well, with all things considered, I’m useless without my Grace.” He went on. “My mistake for trusting the wrong people.” He muttered, as if scolding himself. “All I wanted to do… Was to help you, and Sam… and Dean.” Finally, he looked at you.

Castiel looked as if he was to cry and you stalled in your movements, your eyes locked for what felt like eternity.

“Now… I can’t do anything. And Dean doesn’t care if I live or die.”

“Don’t say that. Of course he does.” You argued.

“You didn’t see the way he looked at me…” He defended his accusation.

You swallowed thickly.

“You know how he is.” You reminded. “Everything is… so strange right now. What happened, anyway?" You tried to get some sort of an explanation, again.

Your eyes were back on his stomach, tending to his wound.

“Why did you leave?” He suddenly asked then, shifting the subject to you. That made your posture change. Guilt seemed to chew it’s way through your stomach, as his blue eyes bore into you. As if he was searching for an answer he would like to hear.

“After what happened with Alistair…” You trailed off, unsure of how to explain yourself. To defend yourself? Not that you needed to, but it almost felt like you had abandoned Cas when he needed you most.

Despite his bond with Dean, you seemed to be the only one to understand him. You’d shared so many quiet moments and unspoken words, you now had a bond of your own.

“I needed some time.” You admitted. “It became too much and I needed some normalcy. I thought I was going to go crazy, especially with Sam and Dean fighting like they always do, but it started to feel different.” You explained further for him, but it felt nice to release it. To tell the truth and to someone who you knew was actually listening. Not to mention the way Cas looked at you. As if every word was like a precious gift to him.

“We needed you. I needed you.” Those three words were enough to make your heart sink.

You kept focus on the stitching and that familiar silence began to blanket the two of you. You were thankful for it, because you weren't exactly up for an intervention.

After dressing his wound, you handed over the steaming tea to him, which should have cooled to drinking temperature by now. He didn’t question, as he took what you gave him. Along with something for the pain.

“Now you know my pain.” You joked, with a little chuckle.

“I can assure you, my experience as a human has humbled me.” He acknowledged with a usual, Castiel-pondering-expression.

You smiled, as you began to wipe your hands.

“But I’ve also never felt more alone.” He added, before setting the mug back down. He looked so sad then. His puppy face returning and seizing your heart with despair.

“Castiel, you’re not alone.” You reminded him, as you reached out and touched his hand. Slowly, he lowered his gaze to your small hand in comparison to his own. He turned his over, allowing you to slip your palm against his rough one. His fingers closed around your hand and he squeezed gently.

He looked at you, with a fondness and a tender hesitation. “I feel like you’re the only one who knows me.”

Your lips parted, not sure what to say. Instead, you smiled and forced down the tears that pricked. He shifted then and you took some time to process that he was, in fact, moving closer. Inch by inch. Your heart began to pick up its pace. Your cheeks warm with expectation.

Without realizing, you had gripped his hand more tightly. Cas didn’t seem to mind, or perhaps he didn’t even notice. His breath fanned over your lips, waiting for some sign that you approved. That this was okay. It was innocent, but it made your heart melt nonetheless.

So naturally it unfolded. His lips practically molding to your own, your head slightly tilting to fit yours to his. A moment you dreamed of, coming to life and setting you alight from the inside out. His head tilted, refusing to break away as Cas discovered the softness of your lips, his first kiss, and the way you tasted. It was almost… heavenly. Yes, it was indeed divine in its own right. How could he believe you’d be anything less?

The slowness of his actions was agonizing, leaving you craving more and somehow, you needed it this way. For someone to love you with the utmost care and patience.

When Cas broke away, he was speechless. As were you. Never once had your hands released each other.

“Was… was that okay?” He stumbled, nervousness overtaking him.

All you could do was nod. You rose from your position, taking his hand with you and encouraging him to stand. Castiel did just that and followed you willingly. Something inside of you screamed to pull back while you had the chance. To save yourself from the possible heartbreak this would cause, but none of that mattered. Not now.

You guided him up the staircase and down the hall. Your bedroom door was open.

Turning back to face him, you dropped his hand and began to undress. You tossed your work scrubs aside, a pile beside your feet, and were left in a simple matching black set. They weren’t lacy, rather bland but Cas didn’t appear to care with the way his eyes grew a bit wider.

You stepped forward and pushed his torn dress shirt off his shoulders, as the fabric fell behind him. He kept his gaze on you, lips slightly agape. Your fingertips slowly traced over his collarbones and down his chest. Your hands sliding over his biceps. A shaky breath released from you, as you admired him. Human or Angel, Castiel would always make you feel this way.

“Do you want this?” You asked him, already sure of yourself, but knowing he might not wish to go this far. Not yet or maybe never.

“I do.” He answered, clearly and without any pause.

You were surprised, stilling your movements for just a second, but resumed undressing him. Your fingers worked open his belt and Cas seemed to grow impatient without your lips. His fingers lifted your chin, as he crashed his lips back over yours. This elicited a moan from you, your mouth opening and allowing his tongue to explore you. His fingers tangled into your hair.

Left in his underwear, you pulled him over to the bed, but he was quicker than you. Gently, with what strength he had left, he laid you back. The warmth of his chest pressed to yours. Effortlessly, your lips found his again. You hummed and tangled your fingers into his dark, tangled hair. Something that only he seemed to pull off.

His lips were as soft and supple as you imagined, maybe even more if that was possible.

“I’m not sure how to do this…” He mumbled, his head having fallen beside yours. His breath blew hot against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. You held him close, as if he’d disappear.

His naivety made you chuckle. His purity was endearing, of course. You didn’t mind that he was clueless. The night was yours to waste.

“It’s okay. I’ll show you.” You whispered, lifting his face in your soft, lithe hands. He leaned into your touch. A gentle smile tugging the corners of his lips.

“Can I take these off?” He asked you. Such a gentleman. In fact, you couldn’t remember the last time a man had been so thoughtful to what you might want. You nodded and moved to help him, but he was insistent on doing so himself. He struggled for a moment, his fingers working their best to unhook your godforsaken garment.

This caused you to giggle softly. His mouth twitched in response. You lifted your hips eagerly when he reached your panties, as he slid them down your legs. He seemed to enjoy this the most, as he discarded your underwear and returned to feel up your lithe legs.

He gently guided them open and lowered his head between your thighs. You sat up, your hands pushing his shoulders. He looked confused now.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No.” You answered quickly, almost cutting him off.

“You just— You don’t have to.” You muttered, your nerves getting the best of you.

“But I want to.” Castiel responded. “If you’ll let me. I want all of you.” He nearly begged. You couldn’t argue with him now, not when he looked at you that way and spoke to you with such urgency to please. It made you tingle in all the right places.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” You asked, swallowing thickly when his lips pressed softly to your inner thighs.

“No, but I won’t stop until I get it right.” He smirked.

This amazed you, as half the men you’d met couldn’t be bothered to get you off. Their needs mattered first. Castiel, an Angel and an A class virgin was determined to make you scream.

He promptly shut your brain off with a slow lick between your folds. Tasting you, more out of curiosity first. Cas never took his eyes off of you, licking certain ways to see how your face would change. Then he found your clit and that was enough to get him riled up. It was the most beautiful thing he’d seen, besides your natural face of course. And the way you sang his name like a prayer. Oh, he’d answer it every time just to hear you say it like that.

“Ohh, Castiel…” You were breathless, panting in new octaves he’d never heard. Your whines like sweet music as his tongue circled that perfect spot. He paid special attention to it, sucking your clit a little harder than before. Your back arched at that, your thighs closing around his head but he didn’t seem to mind. Your fingers found his raven hair again, pulling tightly and forcing him closer to your dripping sex.

His arm wrapped around your thigh, his thumb rubbing your clit and this time his tongue pushed inside of you.

“Fuck… fuck.. Just like that!” You yelled. “Oh, you’re doing so good.” You praised him and that bubbled something in him. He didn’t know how good it felt to be commended, especially from you. For too long he’d been the bad guy. Unable to do anything right. His chest swelled with pride, as he ate you with such desire and passion, it nearly brought tears to your eyes.

“I’m gonna… Oh, God Castiel!” Was the only thing you managed, as a blinding orgasm crashed over you. Your legs shook, toes curling at his back, and hands pulling at the sheets.

“I’m not entirely sure what God has to do with this.”

You weren’t sure if he was mocking you or being entirely serious. And with him, either could be possible. The answer to your question didn’t matter. Gaining your composure, you pulled Castiel to you. Happy to taste what you left on his lips, the arousal he created and the climax he pulled from you.

“And where does an Angel of the Lord learn that?” You asked, brow raised and a laugh threatening.

“The pizza man, of course.” He said with a sheepish smile.

Your head tossed back with a laugh and Castiel took the opportunity to attack your throat. His lips desperate to cover every inch of you, latching onto anything he could easily access. You sighed with pleasure, your hands pushing down his briefs and he kicked them away. Never would he have thought to engage in such sinful acts, but being human had given him depth to a new sense of needs and desires. One of them being you.

He laid on top of you again, but you rolled and he did most of the work when he realized what you wanted. He sat up, chasing your lips as you came to sit in his lap. His velvety cock brushed your thigh and you gasped softly at his hardness. It didn’t prepare you for when you actually looked down to discover his length.

“Are you ready?” You asked him, holding the back of his head with steady hands.

You shared loving glances. Full of sincerity and a deep crave none of you could explain by words. Castiel kissed you for confirmation. Strong and unyielding. It was all you needed.

You lifted your hips, supporting yourself on his shoulders. Taking the base of his cock, larger than you anticipated, you slowly began to take him. Despite the slick of your first orgasm, his tip alone was stretching you. You moaned and Castiel was already making sweet noises to you. It made your cheeks burn, to know you were the reason. The one taking his innocence. That alone was incredibly hot to you.

“Please, more.” He begged, his hands laying flat to your back. Drawing you into him.

“I know, I know. Just give me a moment.” You sighed weakly and kissed him gently, slowly taking more of him.

“Am I hurting you?” He suddenly asked, worry all over his face.

“I’m okay. It’s okay. It will go away.” You assured him quickly.

Cas didn’t seem to believe you, but when you finally seated yourself, he was too lost to care. Your walls squeezed him and created a sensation he never knew existed.

Your fingers found home in his locks again, his face nestled between your breasts. For a moment you stayed like this, his cock filling you to the hilt. The pain was still present, but you couldn’t take staying like this any longer.

More. You needed more.

Slowly, your hips rocked forward and it almost felt out of your control.

“Ohh, I never knew…” Castiel whispered to you. His voice raspy and low. Just another reason to make you throb.

You smiled, as your hips lifted and lowered again. It was sedate but intimate. The way he held you was nothing short of romantic and the way his cock hit all the right places—you were in pure bliss.

You whined with each new roll of your hips and Cas did his best to help, being beneath you. His lips kissed over your chest and collar bone, as he worked back up your neck. He took special care to the sensitive areas he’d picked up on. You mewled, as he took the time to hold you. To become one with you.

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” He admitted, his voice weak and following a grunt.

“I know.” You whispered, a moan falling from your lips. “Me too.” Your eyes closed and he promised himself to remember you like this forever. Wrapped in his arms and enraptured by what he could give. Only him.

His emotions overtook him, compelled by his will to continuously please you. Once more, he turned and your eyes shot open as you found yourself underneath him. This new angle allowed him to control the pace and fill you in a completely new way. Your legs moved, instinctively, to wrap around him and draw him deeper into you.

He found your hands, tangling your fingers together, and pushing them down into the mattress above your head.

Your jaw fell slack as he began a steady pace of thrusting. So deliberate and calculated, claiming you entirely. Castiel was making love to you. Being thorough in the way his cock dragged against your walls. As if he was trying to touch every last inch. So you would remember what it felt like later.

“I’d give it all up.” He groaned. “To be with you.”

Between his fucking and those sweet words, it was enough to feel the sting of tears. Happy as you were, you felt so overwhelmed as your second orgasm began to blossom. His words could have been meaningless. Sex had a way of making people confess such beautiful lies, but you wanted to believe him. And you did.

“Cas… Cas! Please, don’t ever stop.” You cried.

“Never.” He growled.

He captured your lips and you cried with such joy, you didn’t even recognize yourself. How had an Angel turned you into such… mush?

You didn’t care, that’s not what mattered. Castiel had been the only thing to come into your life and make it something worth living. All the darkness that had once swallowed you, Cas was the guiding light. Even if it was doomed to fail, you helplessly held onto anything that was left.

Cas wanted this to last an eternity. He could spend forever wrapped up in these sheets. Buried in you so deliciously and making you come over and over again. A new addiction he was beginning to discover. Your fingers dug into his hand, and he ignored the sharp pang of your nails. He drove deeper and deeper, his tip hitting that perfect, spongy spot inside of you. As much as he wanted to last, Castiel felt that was impossible.

“Castiel, yes! Oh, please!” You cried out and he had no choice but to give you what you needed. Feeling it come on so strong, now that you’d come around him. Your walls fluttering and pulsing so perfectly. Roughly, he jerked his hips.

“I think I’m going—“ Cas stammered, a little unsure with this strange new feeling. “Yes, baby. Come for me.” You encouraged. How could he deny you when you said it like that? A moan was lost on your ears, as you kissed him hungrily, and he filled you. And it was then he felt he just might melt. You smiled against his lips, until he nearly collapsed on top of you.

Your eyes fell shut, listening to Castiel’s soft pants. Basking in the afterglow of your second orgasm, you smiled widely. He lifted his head just in time to catch you this way. Licking his lips briefly.

“So… beautiful…” He murmured, barely above a whisper.

More minutes had passed, which turned into an hour. Castiel now residing beside you, as you found yourself curled up at his side and your head on his chest. You listened to his slow and steady heartbeat. Such a simplicity and yet, you enjoyed the domesticity of it all. As if you could picture yourself living this life with him. Your white picket fence and no interference from any outside, or supernatural forces. Your past wouldn’t exist. Free to be yourself with him.

Something about your 'eternal damnation' made you want to fall in love with him more. To defy everything that it was, in your nature, not to be with him. Rather amusing, you thought to yourself... the demon-blood drinker and the Angel. Neither of you had forgotten the hell that was your life merely a few months ago. Nor how you had been the cause for most of the suffering. If it hadn't been for your shame of making poor choices, breaking promises, and ruining trust - you would've had the courage to pick up the phone and call Dean, or answer when he did for that matter.

“I hope I haven’t overstayed my welcome.” Cas spoke. His distinctive voice brought you from your trance of self loathing.

You shifted with a sigh and chuckled. “You can stay as long as you need to.” You responded honestly. “Besides, we wouldn’t have made it this far had you overstayed your welcome.” You teased him.

“And… I did okay?” He asked suddenly, his expression shifting to that of anxiety and uncertainty.

“Yes. It was perfect.” You put his worries to rest, before planting a soft kiss to his chest. Your lips traveled, trailing more traces of affection until you reached his lips.

“Good.” He sighed with relief, grinning wide.

“So… Now that you’re human. What are you going to do?” You asked. Wondering if he had some sort of plan to reverse his fate or if he intended to play out this ride.

“I’m not sure, but…” He reached for you and pulled you closer. “All I care about right now is you.” He confessed, rolling over. You moved with him, like pieces of a puzzle, and wrapped an arm around his neck. Your lips pressed firmly together.

Surely fate had other plans, but today was yours to have.

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🐱🐱🐱- she’s purring fr

Te Lo Ruego

miguel o’hara x fem!reader

nsfw masterlist | main masterlist

word count: 0.8k

summary: miguel is desperate for just a taste

warnings: SMUT (18+), minors DNI, miguel being a munch and pussy drunk, that’s it, it’s just him being desperate to eat you out <3 also, spanish (translation at the end)

A/N: I read two words and was inspired to write this…took me about an hour and now this is all i’m thinking about, please enjoy // as always, feedback is greatly appreciated, reblog and lmk what you think! <333

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⁀➷ ∵ the soft blue guy

⟶ oc!na'vi x reader

⟶ cw. pure fluffy thirst, short smut, unprotected sex, size kink, SIZE : P na'vis are huge after all, established relationship, interspecies, alien!sex, lots of kissing, lovey dovey + more

⟶ note. hi! this is really short : ) just testing the waters

you never realized how pretty they were. well, from the photographs they just seemed like overly large blue cat people. up close, it's different–like any other species their skin had multiple hues.

soft fingers skim his sharp cheekbones, hues of turquoise and sky blue–darker, richer hued stripes peppered his warm skin. his eyes shut feeling the heat of your touch, and softness continues to linger across his lids–long dark lashes against your fingers. just like his hair.

his noise twitches when you touch it. your lips spread into a cheeky grin and a chuckle leaves your lips. he scrunchies his wide nose bridge shaking his head playfully as if trying to get you off him. "play nice."

"nice? you're making my eyes water with your tiny fingers poking around at it." little strands of hair loosen from his braids from his day out. you scoff, reaching quickly to nip his ears between your fingers.

"ouch." his eyebrows stitched holding onto his pierced ears, littered with hoops all over the cartilage.

you lean towards his face and press your lips against his nose, a gentle kiss that makes his skin brighten and face flush. "hush, you crybaby."

"i am an adult, not a baby."

you lean back onto your palms, "it's just a term, to tease you."

"i do not enjoy your teasing." he nudges into the crook of your shoulder, taking a chomp of your skin, "mate."

"i'm not your mate. you forget."

he breathes, groaning against your skin. "i recall, my love. you refuse to mate with me."

you roll your eyes, drawing his face into your palms, "do you recall what we're doing?" you breath out a moan, feeling him thrust upwards into you.

his lips stretch into a grin, "of course, i enjoy how warm you are." his lips blue, dusted with some purple press a wet kiss on your throat as he sucks on it. you throw your head back, releasing more music to his ears. you're sure this is his favourite position, after all it's uncommon for you to be his height in most situations.

riding him allowed that, and he loved feeling all of you. kissing all of you whilst you did so, he almost rarely allowed you to control the pace of it all–constantly interrupting your rhythm with his hungry ruts. you took too long, as he says.

you roll your hips into him, holding onto his large thighs on your sides as you did. your legs rested on his hips, whilst his entirety punishes your insides. "i still want you to be mine."

"i am yours."

he growls, "i want you to be mine, i want to devote my love to you under eywa."

you know what he means. yet you don't even know if it's possible, it's barely possible to think right now. your mind drunk on his touch and body burning with heated arousal. the angle was almost painful, his cock larger than anything you knew, you recall the first time you took him–he was so proud, pleased you were capable of taking him.

seemed like fucking him inside your makeshift treehouse and home for this mission wasn't enough for him. "my love, eywa is everywhere, is she not?"

his eyes glimmer, you were right. after all, all the sacred lands were destroyed, where would you perform such mating ritual and well, you weren't exactly capable to joining yourself to him in ways the na'vi would.

he loved the way you spoke, so intelligent, so wise. you always knew what to say. his large hand holds your cheek with love, he smiles, "will you be mine?"

he captures your lips. warm and tender it was. he picks up his pace slightly, causing your body to burn. it becomes sloppy, hungry–lips attempting to devour one another. between his heavy strokes and everlasting kiss you manage to catch your breath.

"i've always been yours," you say, breathless–dazed, "now stop asking, and fuck me properly."

he lets out a snort, shaking his head. "my love, your tongue is primitive." he pushes off his butt, pushing you into the soft blankets and cushions splayed across the floor, the bed wasn't big enough to fit him. he angles you, ready to pound, your toes curl feeling him enter so slowly, "but of course, i will fuck you properly."

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Namor with a Breeding Kink

Pairing: Namor x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, breeding kink, mating press, rough sex

A/N: I watched the movie a second time. I really can't get enough of him.

He would be a little weary of bringing it up

Namor may call some of his people children but he has none of his own, he was merely very protective of his people

Since he wasn't sure of your compatibility he wanted to try a lot

All it would take was one look from him and you'd be ready for him, presenting for his hard cock

Even if his seed didn't take you still enjoyed the feeling of being filled up

And oh how he loved to mount and breed you, his hips smacking against yours wildly

Loves it when you let your legs fall open for him to be able to get closer to you

A lot of the time he would be scared that he was doing it too much, that he was being too rough

There were often marks on your hips after your lovemaking

He was so relieved when you told him you enjoyed feeling his fingertips dig into your hips, holding you still while he filled you to the brim with his cum

ROBYN I WANNA GIVE YOU A MILLION KISSES FOR THIS MASTERPIECE

Corrupt Preacher!Rhett x reader

warnings: corruption kink, age gap (Rhett is in his late 30s, reader is of age, early 20s), power dynamic, religious themes, mentions of masturbation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), p in v penetration, loss of virginity

a/n: pic credit to @h0neyfire ! If any of these themes make you uncomfortable you should not read, this is not written for you and that’s okay. Also I will never be writing smut again I feel so awkward <3 also this is a fully consensual scenario. Also thank you to my love @sebsxphia who listened to me ramble endlessly

“Romans 13:13, Let us behave properly as in the day, not in carousing and drunkenness, not in sexual promiscuity and sensuality, not in strife and jealousy.”

You sat on the edge of the bathtub, toying with the hem of your nightdress as the words of the evening’s sermon rang through your ears. Drowning out the sound of the motel highway and your heart hammering in your chest.

Your fingers threatened to creep further under your nightie as you thought about the way he preached. The fire, the passion, the authority. He had every person who lined the pews in the palm of his hand and he knew it.

He knew he had you kneeling at his feet too. All he’d have to do was ask.

Rhett was a man of God. And you’d never say it out loud in case God could hear you, but he was the godliest man you knew. But he gave you feelings. Feeling you knew you shouldn’t be having about your preacher, never mind as an unwed woman.

You opened the door and padded across the carpet meekly. Kneeling at his feet, knees just brushing the patent leather of his dress shoes, you looked up at him, hands clasped together, eyes wide, as if you were searching for salvation. Salvation only your crooked preacher could give you.

You had both talked about it before. You confessed your lustful thoughts, even though you were saving yourself for marriage; or so you planned. You found solace in Rhett’s arms, in the safety of the church. But that’s where you found yourself one too many times until it ended with you, legs spread on his desk saying your Hail Mary’s while his fingers worked their way in and out of you. It felt dirty. But the kind of dirty that gave you butterflies as you thought about him during sermons. The way he would gesture with fire in his voice. His slightly greying hair would fall over his forehead. The same hair your fingers ended up tugging on as he pressed soft kisses to your thighs and sucked on your clit until you didn’t have a voice left to pray with. It was your secret. You worried about the sin but he hushed you, he told you that “it’s not a sin if it’s a man of god, it’s a sign.” 

You had both talked about it before. You confessed your lustful thoughts, even though you were saving yourself for marriage; or so you planned. You found solace in Rhett’s arms, in the safety of the church. But that’s where you found yourself one too many times until it ended with you, legs spread on his desk saying your Hail Mary’s while his fingers worked their way in and out of you. It felt dirty. But the kind of dirty that gave you butterflies as you thought about him during sermons. The way he would gesture with fire in his voice. His slightly greying hair would fall over his forehead. The same hair your fingers ended up tugging on as he pressed soft kisses to your thighs and sucked on your clit until you didn’t have a voice left to pray with. It was your secret. You worried about the sin but he hushed you, he told you that “it’s not a sin if it’s a man of god, it’s a sign.” 

You had both talked about it before. You confessed your lustful thoughts, even though you were saving yourself for marriage; or so you planned. You found solace in Rhett’s arms, in the safety of the church. But that’s where you found yourself one too many times until it ended with you, legs spread on his desk saying your Hail Mary’s while his fingers worked their way in and out of you. It felt dirty. But the kind of dirty that gave you butterflies as you thought about him during sermons. The way he would gesture with fire in his voice. His slightly greying hair would fall over his forehead. The same hair your fingers ended up tugging on as he pressed soft kisses to your thighs and sucked on your clit until you didn’t have a voice left to pray with. It was your secret. You worried about the sin but he hushed you, he told you that “it’s not a sin if it’s a man of god, it’s a sign.” 

You sat up on your elbows watching him unbuckle his belt. “Will it hurt?” “Only for a little, but then it’ll feel so good, baby. You trust me don’t you? God would never steer us wrong.” You nodded as he slipped his thumb in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. Like he was giving communion. His other hand freed him of his jeans and boxers as he kicked them across the room. You swallowed thickly when he removed his hand from your face and pumped his cock a few times. The tip red and already leaking, a smattering of light brown hair trailing down from his stomach, framing it almost.

“This wet already? And I haven’t even touched you yet” he smirked slipping his fingers in the waistband of your cotton panties, the fabric was clearly saturated and you felt your face flush red. “And have you been touching yourself like I showed you? Stretching yourself out for me?” You nodded meekly. “It… it doesn’t feel the same when I do it” “Don’t sulk, the Lord doesn’t like it when we’re ungrateful.”

You gasped as you felt his tip brush through your folds, teasing your hole before wetting your clit with his precum. “Please….” your voice broke as you begged him. What you were begging for was a sin. But you didn’t care. You wanted to give yourself to him wholly. Utterly devout beneath him.

You whimpered as you felt the stretch while he slid himself in, just the tip as first. “Rhett- it’s too- oh my godddd” your back arched as you left crescent marks on his bicep while he went deeper. “Just a little more and it won’t hurt. You’re doing so well. My sweet, sweet girl.”

Usually he’d scold you for taking the lords name in vain. But how could he when he was buried so deep in your tight pussy. The only man who ever has been. You were taking him like you were made for him.

“God took his sweet time on you lamb, made you just for me” he praised, stilling inside you as he pressed chaste kisses to your neck. The tenderness contrasting the roughness as he began snapping his hips. Your body was thrust up the pillow without warning, his body weight fully on top of you. You weren’t sure if you couldn’t breathe or just didn’t want to as the pain absolved into pleasure.

“Don’t you feel good baby? It feels good to give all of yourself to God” Rhett grunted lowly as his hips snapped into you in a sustained rhythm. The room smelled like cigarettes, whiskey and sex. It smelled like sin. The only sound that could possibly be heard was the sound of skin against skin as Rhett buried himself to the hilt over and ever. Your moans dissolving into each other’s mouth as his tongue ran over your bottom lip.

“Look at me” he gripped your face, fingers slightly digging into your cheeks so you couldn’t break eye contact. “Spit on your fingers. Show me how you touch yourself.” You could tell by his tone that it wasn’t a question. It was a demand. You tried to spit as ladylike as you could. It was a pathetic amount that earned nothing but a disapproving tut as his hand gripped your wrist and you felt him spit on your hand. “Show me. Show me, you deserve this.” Your hips jerked as you drew tight circles over your bundle of nerves. It provided you friction you didn’t even know you were craving. All while Rhett was pounding into you. “Atta girl.” He took your other hand in his and pressed it to the bottom of your stomach. Feeling the bulge of his cock inside you only made you rub yourself harder. The tight circles got sloppier as you started to give in to the pleasure washing over you, your legs tightening around him, pressing your heel into his back as you tried to get him deeper.

“I can’t- I’m gonna- Rhett please I need to cum. Can I cum?” “You know how to ask.” “Please Pastor Abbott, I’ve been a good girl. Let me cum for you?” Rhett imagined that’s what he’d hear at the pearly gates. Not that he was going there. But to hear you whine and beg was worth a lifetime of unabsolved sin. The grunt caught in his throat as he tried to regain composure. “Cum around my cock angel, show me how good it feels to serve me and the Lord.” His name fell from your lips repeatedly, like a sweet prayer. The same way it did when he had you spread on his desk, or in the confession booth, touching yourself. The thought was sending him over the edge and he found himself closer than he realised. “I’m gonna fill you up baby, gonna cum inside you and watch it drip out. Are you gonna be a good girl and take it? Show me what a good little wife you’d make.”

Rhett knew you were both playing fast and loose but neither of you cared. You definitely didn’t care when you felt him fill you up. His grunts turned to whines as you felt him pulse, giving you every last drop. Rhett knew from the blissed out look on your face that this may be the first but it wasn’t the last time you’d let him have you like this. He pressed his forehead to you as he slid out. Lips just brushing over yours.

He raised his head to meet the crucifix on the wall above the bed, his cum dripping out of you, “Lord, consider my affliction and my trouble, and forgive all my sins.”

yeah im an absolute whore for this man

𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: im so out of practice from writing, so this is not my best nor does it really flow- but im getting back into writing so you already know i have to write for the love of my life.. so sorry if this isn't the best!

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: shang chi x reader

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤/𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 & 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝! 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭/𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬!

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+, language, unprotected sex, praise kink, oral (m & f), mentions of over stim and breeding kink, this is unedited

you'd meet at a bar- sitting across the room, he couldn't help by be mesmerized by your beauty. the nerves would set in as katy convinces him to go talk to you. his hands would get clammy and his heart would race the closer he got to the bar.

you're with friends, drinking a beer while just chatting about life. it was your first time in the bar, not expecting to meet a man or even talk to anyone. shang chi would walk up nervously, wiping his hands on his jeans. "hi, i couldn't help but notice how beautiful you are.. i was wondering if i could by you a drink?" you'd look back at him and see the cheesy grin and nodded nervously.

the longer you'd talk the more you wanted to see him again. from the night forward, you'd be inseparable. karaoke nights, bar hopping, movie nights, hiking, etc. you'd do everything together.

shang chi would show you off proudly, being the perfect gentleman. you wouldn't lift a finger while with him- he would make sure that you had everything you needed. nights in would be your favorite- both of you in sweatpants and cuddled into each other.

his love language would be physical touch- constantly needing to hold your hand, having his arm around you, or leaving small pecks on your shoulder- he needed to know you were close by.

when it comes to being intimate, your comfort was his top priority. he'd take his time to appreciate your body- every inch, kissing down your body, dragging his tongue down the valley of your breasts.

the first few times, he'd take it slow, getting to know your body and the things that make you squirm. when he has become comfortable? there is not a thing he wouldn't do. trying different positions and exploring new kinks.

he'd love praising you, being as deep as he could. "s'good, baby, you're so wet for me" "slow down, we have all night, baby" each thrust would be deep, making sure you felt every inch- stretching out your pussy. watching your eyes roll back and your hands dig into his back as he pumped you full of his cum.

shang chi would love going down on you- he'd be addicted to your pussy. holding your hips down, licking up every last drop of your juices- "oh you taste so good, could stay down here for hours!" he'd mumble against your cunt

as much as he loved going down on you, he loved your mouth- how pretty you looked with if stuffed full of his cock. "such a good girl for me, look at you" tears welling as he bucked his hips against your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat.