Listening To Bob Moan And Whine As He Slowly Slides Into And Bottoms Out Into You From Behind Just Whimpering

had an unplanned dick appointment today and he left hickeys on the center of my neck and I’m heading down to see my parents today so tips to cover up would be much appreciated :)

18+. Minors DNI.

Jaskier in this season? Phew. That lake scene when he took his shirt off and was wearing necklaces? PHEW

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Your eyes opened to look up at jaskier, brows furrowed and jaw slack as the immense pleasure engulfed your body. The sound of his gold necklaces hitting his bare chest mingled with the slap his balls against your ass. Jaskier and you were trying to have a night together in front of the fire but, it had been so long since you two were together. And his new look was ravishing. It was eating you alive to not get your hands on him.

His hands moved their way down your skin. Gripping your hips before smoothing their up back up to take your wrists in his palms. He pinned your hands above your head, the feeling of the fur rug joining your heightened senses. “Gods- your cunt” that foul mouth of his. “So tight. Squeezing my cock so tight” he growled and bared his teeth in a pleasureful grin. “Look at me” you look up at him immediately, moaning his name loosely

The light from the fire was bouncing off his gold necklaces, catching your gaze. “You’re distracted. M’ cock is making you so dumb tha’ you can’t even listen to me” he growled with a chuckle. “Stupid slut you are” he snapped. You moaned at the feeling of him suddenly so deep inside you.

Deep and big and full

You could die right here and you wouldn’t complain. Your legs wrapped tighter around his slim hips, wanting to keep him deeper. “Gorgeous” he purred, leaning down to capture your raw lips in a searing kiss.

to the lovely person who sent me the miguel brat taming ask, I wanna let you know that I started writing it <3

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | halloween is that special night where you can be anything you want to be... maybe more than the labels everyone else gives you. maybe even more than 'just friends'. (aka, reader has a reputation, eddie's still a virgin, filth ensues)

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 | 5.6k

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | smut (18+ only, of course), virginity loss, best friends to lovers, slight angst (mostly just hurt/comfort), unprotected sex, creampie, degradation kink (but like, in a loving way?), rough filthy fucknasty sex for no reason at all except that I'm a whore, L-bomb, reader is a candy corn hater (this was hard for me guys ngl), all men being trash except eddie (so, you know, real life)

“God, I can’t stand these,” you grimaced as you shoved the baggies of candy corn towards him.

“More for meee!” Eddie sang happily as he scooped them all up, cackling to himself as he filled his arms.  He looked especially in character as a pirate in that moment, treating the candy like his treasure.  His costume had actually come together better than you expected: the tight leather pants and boots looked less rocker and more sailor when paired with the flowy white shirt and black eyepatch.

"Will you trade your Sour Patch Kids for my candy cigarettes?" you asked him, getting an incredulous scoff in return.  

"No way," he shook his head, "I don't need candy ones, got a couple packs of the real kind in my room."

You frowned.  "Guess the candy economy changed since we were kids, huh?"

He looked up at you, a tender look in his eyes as he smiled.  "Yeah…" he trailed off.

"I'm surprised anybody gave a couple of giant seniors candy for trick-or-treating," you smirked.  "I guess that's the benefit of 'chaperoning' your Hellfire friends."

"Exactly," he beamed.  "And hey, maybe we're a little old for it, but you make for a lovely princess."

You batted your eyelashes playfully, tilting your head with the tiara pinned on top.  "Who, me?  I'm just dressed as a good excuse to repurpose an old homecoming gown."

He laughed, but then seemed to get a bit more serious then (but still happy).  "I'm glad we could do this," he decided.  "Like old times."

"We always spend Halloween together," you reminded him.

"Yeah— I mean this." He motioned to the dumped-out pails of candy on the trailer floor, and you nodded.  "And not just 'cause of the sugar rush."

You smiled softly at him, tilting your head.  "Of course, Eddie."

"Kinda thought you were gonna ditch me this year," he added suddenly, looking down into his lap at the candy he was unwrapping.  "You know… 'cause of that guy."

"Oh, yeah," you sighed, "well… that's over."

Eddie looked up again, his eyes seeming bigger than ever.  "Really?"

"Don't sound so excited," you rolled your eyes, but the sarcasm wasn't enough to hide your heartbreak.

"No— hey, I'm sorry," he offered, scooting closer to you on the floor.  "I know you liked him a lot.  But I know you know I thought he was a total loser."

You shot him a look with a raised brow.  He shrugged.

"Takes one to know one."

"You're not a loser, Eddie," you sighed sympathetically.  "And you were right about him— obviously.  I knew you were, I just… I dunno, I guess I thought I could change him?"

Eddie smirked.  "When has that ever worked?"

"For me?  Never," you scoffed.  "I think guys do change, for the right girl.  And it's just never me."

"That's not fair," he frowned, "it's not your fault that these guys are garbage.  Well— I mean, it's sorta your fault that you keep hooking up with guys that are garbage—"

You slapped him on the arm lightly, and he laughed.

"Am I wrong?" he wondered.

You slumped your shoulders a bit.  "No… but still.  Don't be so mean, I'm moping over here."

"Aw, sweetheart," he pouted, sliding closer again and wrapping his arms around you.  You sighed as you rested your head on his shoulder, shutting your eyes.  Honestly, you were trying not to cry.  Over a guy.  You told yourself you weren't going to do that anymore.  Actually, you told Eddie that you wouldn't do that anymore, after you cried over Tommy Pearson.  And sure, you cried over James Neher since then, but he didn't call you out for it… that showed how messed up you really were over it, that he didn't poke fun at you for it.  Almost nothing was too far with you two, you made fun of him for being a trailer park flunk-out just as much as he poked fun at your… storied dating history.

The one thing you didn't make fun of Eddie for (that much, at least) was his lack of dating history.  As of yet, Eddie was actually still a virgin.

Uh, mostly a virgin… he got a blowjob once after a Corroded Coffin show, and called you first thing after to tell you giddily about how it went.  He was heartbroken, too, when she never called, but he didn't cry— he just started dodging your questions about it until finally fessing up that she totally disappeared.  So you put on one of his favorite movies (The Evil Dead) and wrapped him up in a blanket, and he was over it in a night.

That was a couple months ago, though, and Eddie had had no luck since with losing the remaining half of his virginity.  You hadn't had any trouble finding guys, just in finding those special (potentially imaginary) ones that don't disappear after you put out.

The conversation drifted back to candy and the next Hellfire campaign before it looped back around to relationships again.  It started because of a debate about if gum counted as candy, actually.

"Maybe, like, Juicy Fruit counts," Eddie decided.  "But definitely not just any old spearmint stick."

"I thought you liked spearmint gum!"

"Yeah, but it's not candy!  I like a lot of things that aren't candy!"

You huffed.  "So you're not gonna give me anything for the sticks of Trident?"

"Best I can do is… one Tootsie Roll," he decided, tossing the pathetic little taffy at you as you scoffed.

"Don't insult me," you grimaced as you tossed it back, "I don't want your individually-wrapped waxy chocolate byproduct."

"I'll be honest, I didn't really understand that," he frowned, "but I can tell it was an insult to my beloved Tootsie Rolls."

"They taste like eating a chocolate scented candle!" you announced.

He gasped dramatically and held one of his larger Tootsie Rolls up to his chest, like he was protecting it from your words.  "That's not true, baby," he whispered to the candy, petting it tenderly, "she didn't mean that…"

You laughed at the bizarre display.  "God, you're such a freak," you reminded him.

"And you're a slut," he returned with a wide smile and a tilt of his head.

That was your thing, you'd always say that back to each other, like a nickname.  You started it to try to take the power away from the names everyone else called you two, and it worked: it didn't hurt nearly as much getting called a slut when you could remember the way Eddie said it like a term of endearment.  And he said it was the same for him, even though he pretended like he'd never been bothered by his label.  He did have it worse though… he was the freak, you were just a slut.  

"If you don't want the Roll then I guess I'm getting that gum for free," Eddie decided, about to reach for it, but you smacked his hand away.

"No way," you frowned.

"Are you gonna chew it?" he assumed.

"Never," you decided, "but I can find someone who wants it."

"Why won't you chew it yourself?  Still turned off to all gum by that Fred guy?"

"It was Frank," you corrected, "and yeah, he never stopped chewing that stupid Extra.  Even during…"

"Guess he needed a little Extra help in bed," Eddie snorted.

"The sex wasn't that bad, actually," you recalled, "it just… smelled a little too minty fresh."

"Does it normally smell like something else?" he asked.

Your face got a little warm.  "Uh… yeah, kinda."

Eddie wrinkled his brow slightly.  You thought that was the end of it, after a long pause, and you were just about to change the subject when he broke the silence.  "What's it like?"

"The smell?!"

"No, no!  The sex.  What does it feel like?" he asked hesitantly, flipping up his eye patch to look at you properly.

"Well, I dunno— it's hard to describe."

"Everyone says that," he frowned.

"And it would feel different for you anyways," you added.

He nodded.  "Right."

"One guy said that I felt like a warm bath, but like, only on his cock," you remembered, almost laughing at the memory.  It was a weird thing to say, especially in the middle of sex.

Eddie choked.  "O-oh…"

"What?" you tilted your head, confused by his reaction.

"I just— um, I was trying to figure out how it feels in general… I never even… I never thought about how you feel…"

Your face heated up a bit.

"Does every girl feel different?" he realized, leaning in a little closer to listen to your reply.

"That's what I've heard," you shrugged.  "Every guy feels different."

"Different how?  Like, bigger or smaller?"

"Not just that— sometimes you can feel, like, the head and stuff…" you explained, continuing when Eddie looked a little confused, "like, if the head is really big you can feel the edge of it.  Or if he's uncut you can sorta feel that too, in the way he strokes.  And then there's how curved it is…"

Eddie's stare was a little glassy.  "You can feel all that?  Just with your pussy?"

You nodded.

"That's…" he trailed off, clearing his throat.  "Yeah.  Cool."

The way he was clearly flustered by all this made your hips shift against the floor for a second.  You and Eddie had obviously had pretty raunchy conversations before (see the aforementioned post-BJ phone call) and sure, sometimes they kinda turned you on… but this one felt a little different.  Usually if you felt that feeling while talking to him about something it was because you were remembering something you'd done before; this was the first time you were actually imagining something.  Something, specifically, happening with you and Eddie.

"You know…" you started before shaking your head and scoffing.  "Nevermind.  Too weird."

"What?  Nothing's too weird with me," he grinned— one of his teeth was drawn out in black for the costume, and he looked pretty silly.

"I was just… I dunno," you shrugged.  "If I tell you, you won't be, like, offended, right?"

"Well, I guess it depends on how offensive it is."

You sighed.  "Just don't judge me, okay?"

"Never."

"I was thinking, if you wanted, you could… try it out.  With me."

He froze.  "Try… sex?"

He'd dropped his head lower between his shoulders as he said the last word.  You nodded briefly.  "Yeah."

You couldn't even begin to describe the look on his face.  "Well, that's… not offensive."

Already you felt ridiculous, and you shook your head as you started to backtrack.  "I'm sorry if that was a really weird idea, I'm not trying to—"

"No, no!  It's okay," he assured, reaching out towards you for a second but not actually touching you.  "I just… didn't think you would say that. Um. Yeah. So, we would just, like, do it?"

"If you want to."

"I mean, not that you're not— you're gorgeous," he promised, talking over himself, "you know I think so.  But you're my best friend.  Wait— no.  You're gorgeous and you're my best friend.  It won't make stuff weird with us, right?"

You raised an eyebrow.  "Are you gonna make it weird?"

"No more than usual," he smirked.

"Then, no. It wouldn't be weird.  It would just be, like, a friend helping a friend out," you decided, "like how I hadn't tried LSD 'til I met you.  You can try this, with me."

"Yeah, but," he lowered his voice, scooching a little closer, "this is different.  I gave you drugs but you… you're the drug.  It's your body, and you're giving it to me."

You fought the urge to bite your lip.  "Yeah," you agreed, "I don't mind.  Just use me for a bit."

Eddie's throat bobbed as he swallowed, mouth falling open for a second.  "Use you?" he repeated.  "God, why is that hot?"

"'Cause guys are always into that— they wanna feel powerful or whatever," you explained with a snort of a laugh.  "Wanna feel like they're conquering something."

"Heh," he laughed nervously as he reached up to scratch the back of his neck, "are we all so predictable?"

You smiled at him, leaning closer slightly and tilting your head down to look up at him through your lashes.  "I dunno," you teased, "but I'm predicting you're gonna take me up on this."

"Fuck yeah I am," he decided, grabbing your face to pull you closer— but then suddenly stopping.  "Fuck, wait, can I kiss you?"

You blinked quickly.  "Um, yeah," you decided.

For all that bravado before, he hesitated before he did kiss you… and it was actually pretty sweet, and gentle, and way too short.  Yes, it did feel sort of weird knowing you were kissing Eddie, your best friend since 4th grade, but not a bad kind of weird, necessarily.

He was smiling at you already when he pulled back.  "You know you don't have to do all that, right?" you reminded him.

"I-I know.  I'd feel weird about it if I didn't kiss you first, though," he explained.  "And, you know.  Kissing is nice.  Friends can kiss."

"Yeah," you laughed.

"We can, uh, go to the bedroom," he offered.  "Not that it wouldn't be fun to do it on the floor surrounded by our candy quarry— just, uh, not how I pictured my first time."

"Well, either way," you replied as you both stood up, following him across the trailer to the bedroom, "it's not who you pictured your first time with."

"Yeah, well, Joan Jett was busy tonight," he laughed, and you laughed with him, falling onto the bed together with a sigh.  You'd done that a lot before— but sitting up on your side, facing him, starting to touch his chest delicately through his shirt… that was new.

"Do you want me to ride you, or—?" you started to offer.

"No! No," he sighed, "I wanna— like you said, use you, right?  I want you to, uh, lay back, and I can go as fast or as slow as I want."

You smiled a little.  "Okay," you agreed, "but— I should probably take this dress off first."

"Let me help," Eddie offered, even though you didn't actually need any help.  You turned away from him and felt his hands delicately unzip the back of the gown; the ghost of his touch on your spine made you nearly shiver.

Once it was unzipped, you shimmied out of the garment and tossed it aside, leaving you in just your bra and panties (and the tiara, which you'd forgotten about.

You laid back on the bed for him to climb on top of you, which he did, his eyes running all over your body.  "Listen, I know you're already doing me a really big favor," he cleared his throat, "but, uh, maybe… maybe you could show me your tits?"

You grinned and reached under your back to unclasp your bra, hearing him sigh a little at the sight of your bare chest.

"Can I—?"

"Sure," you answered instantly.  Of course, you thought he was about to say touch them, so you gasped in shock when he actually latched his lips onto them, suckling at your nipples eagerly.  "F-fuck, Ed…"

"Wow," he breathed when he pulled back, "they're really sensitive."

“Yeah,” you agreed, deciding not to mention that that wasn’t always the case.  “I can’t help but notice that you’re still in your pirate get-up there, Munson.”

He smirked.  “Unfair, isn’t it?”

Nodding, you watched him sit back on his feet so he could pull his shirt off over his head.  You'd seen him shirtless plenty of times before, but the toned torso with a decent scattering of dark hair and even darker tattoos was always a welcome sight.  He'd gotten even more muscular in the last couple years, something you'd sort of tried not to notice, but you couldn't fight the urge to run your hand over his chest and pecs when they were exposed.

“Is that better?” he grinned, but you laughed loudly right away when you saw one of his teeth was still blacked out for the costume.  He wrinkled his eyebrows before he seemed to remember, looking a bit more shy for a moment.  “R-right, sorry…”

He reached into his mouth and scrubbed the black marks off with the pad of his finger, licking the tooth for good measure before showing his teeth again.

“Back to normal?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you answered, “good as new.”

Your hand was still on his chest, lightly, and he got a little more serious as he took it and guided it down: over his slight abs and down to the thick bulge in his pants.  You sighed a little at the feeling of it through the leather, he was so hard and warm even through the heavy material.

"Damn, you're big," you noticed.

"Really?" he grinned.  "Fuck, okay."

"I should've known you would have a big cock," you laughed, rubbing him a little firmer through the pants, "you've got that way about you."

"Oh?  I didn't— I didn't think it was that big," he mumbled.

You smiled and pulled your hand out of the way as he shimmied the pants down his thighs, exposing his erection that bounced back up to his belly button.  (Yes, it reached that far, and you felt a little dizzy.)

"So," he broke the silence, "that's… that's my dick."

"Y-yeah," you nodded, sounding a little hoarse.

He let you stare at it blankly for a while before clearing his throat, tearing you out of your trance to look up at him; he smirked at you proudly, the smut bastard.  "You're looking at me different now.  You look… well, you're kinda drooling."

"Yeah… sorry…" you murmured absent-mindedly.

"No, don't be," he assured.  "You know, the girl that gave me that blowjob, she could only take it to about here before she choked."

He held his finger up to halfway down his shaft, and your hips shifted.  "I could get it deeper," you announced.

"Oh, you will," he promised, "but not with your mouth— I don't have any use for your mouth, babe.  You promised me your pussy, that's what I want.  And she's gonna take all of it."

"Are you talking dirty to me now?" you noticed.

"It might be dirty, but it's true," he smiled, falling down on top of you and holding himself up with bent elbows beside your head.  "You can still back out, you know," he reminded you.  "No judgment. We'll go back to normal."

"We were never normal, Eddie," you reminded him.

"Right," he grinned, "but still.  Are you sure?"

"Yeah— if you are."

He kissed you again, right when you least expected it.  "Yeah," he whispered when he pulled back slightly.  "I'm sure.  I, uh, think it's about time that I lost it, don't you?"

Nodding in agreement, you reached down and wiggled yourself out of your panties, totally naked under him.  He sighed slowly and looked down for a moment— only to look back up with his lip between his teeth.  

"Fuck. Okay. Are you ready?" he asked.

"Are you?" you returned— he looked pretty nervous, shaking a bit, breathing heavy.

"Yeah, fuck, I've been ready for this for years," he laughed breathlessly.  "Just didn't think… yeah, fuck.  Didn't think it would happen tonight."

"Well, if you keep stalling, maybe it won't," you smirked.

"Okay, okay— no more stalling.  I'm gonna… I'm gonna fuck you now."

He sounded like he was convincing himself more than you— but a moment later, he plunged forward and filled you with his cock.

He shivered as he pressed his hips up to yours, moaning weakly.  For a moment, you couldn't help but bite your lip at the feeling of him buried all the way inside you, but thankfully he didn't notice: his eyes were shut tight and his head tossed back.

You sat up, barely, just enough to put your lips by his ear.  "You're not a virgin anymore, Eddie," you whispered to him.

He sighed, then laughed slightly.  "I guess not."

"How's it feel to be inside a pussy?" you asked, genuinely curious for his reaction.  "Compared to a blowjob."

"God, it's— it's so much better," he panted.

"Really?  Some guys really seem to prefer getting blown even though it's not nearly as fun for—"

"No, fuck, this is better," he insisted quickly.  "Your… your pussy feels so— and it's— fuck, so warm, warmer than a mouth.  And… and really tight— god, it's so… squishy?"

You laughed.  "That's not a very sexy way of describing it."

"W-well, sorry," he laughed too, breathlessly, "that's how it feels.  You're— thank you for, uh, letting me do this."

"Yeah," you agreed with a smile, relaxing into the mattress under you and noticing the way he was staring down at your face.

"I can move, right?"

You nodded; he shuddered a little as he pulled his hips back and pushed forward again.  He caught you watching his face, so you shut your eyes quickly and just focused on the feeling.  It had actually been a while since you had a hook-up, and though you didn’t expect this to last very long, you could at least just enjoy it for now.

"Fuck," he breathed, "it's so… sticky.  Fuck."

“Sticky?” you repeated.

“I-in a good way,” he added quickly.  “God, I just… you’re really wet, s’all.”

Eyes still closed, you felt a smile trying to creep up on your face.  You could tell he wanted to know why you were so wet, specifically he wanted you to say that he made you that way, but you decided his ego was already getting enough stroking for the night.

His breathing was heavy and slow, but the pace of his hips picked up.  When you blinked your eyes open, he was staring down at where he was fucking into you; that made you feel a little exposed, but oddly powerful, too.  "Wow," he groaned, "I— I love watching it.  The way it, like… splits open, around my cock… fuck.  That's really sexy."

His next thrust was a little harder, his hips colliding with the back of your thighs as you wrapped your legs around him.

"Mm," you moaned softly, adjusting yourself under him a bit.  "That's nice— you feel good."

"Really?  Fuck, I couldn't feel half as good as you do," he grunted, "'cause if I did you wouldn't be able to be so quiet."

"I'm just listening to you," you explained with a smirk.

"Can you feel the, uh, head?  Like you said before?"

You nodded.  "It's rubbing this one place inside me— it feels good."

"Oh, fuck," he purred, starting to move faster.  "Tell me that again."

"It feels good, Eddie," you groaned, "you feel good."

"Fu-uck," he whined, shutting his eyes tight and tilting his head back.  "How good?"

You knew he could be a little competitive, and you smirked slightly.  "Better than the other guys," you answered, figuring that was what he wanted to hear.

"Do you— fuck— do you let a lotta guys do this?" he asked roughly.  "Just— use you, to come?"

You shook your head.  "No— I need something from them, they have to make me come.  But you don't have to, Eddie, I don't need you to do anything to me except whatever you want."

"God," he choked, "that's— fuck. you're way too nice.  I-I’m gonna— fuck, I don’t think I can last very long.”

You just smiled and reached up to hold onto his shoulder.  “S’fine, you can come— I want you to.”

“Really?” he whined.  “Fuck, I’m not very good at this, am I?”

“Just come,” you encouraged, “it’s okay, Eddie, just come inside me—”

The second you said that, he groaned weakly, head falling onto your shoulder; you felt it a second later as he gave you a few more weak thrusts, the flexing of his cock as he finished inside.  Sighing in satisfaction, you shut your eyes and wrapped your arms around him tightly.  

After a long silence, with his heavy breathing falling on your ear, Eddie rolled off and onto his back beside you on the mattress.  “You look different,” you giggled as you turned to look at him while he stared up at the ceiling.

“I feel different,” he agreed.  “That was— yeah.  That was different.”

“Good different?”

He looked back at you, finally, with raised eyebrows.  “Are you jok— yeah!  Fuck yeah, that was— Christ.”

There was another long silence, maybe a few minutes’ worth, but it wasn’t uncomfortable at all.  You and Eddie were always pretty good at silences.  This one was heavier, and more meaningful, but just as natural as usual: until he broke it.

“Wanna do it again?” he asked softly.

Your eyes widened.  “Uh— fuck, now?”

“Yeah,” he grinned at you.  “I’m still— maybe this time you could actually— you know, uh—”

You bit your lip as he stammered over a few different sentences.

“Or if that’s all you wanna do, you know, with me, that’s fine,” he promised, “but, um… I feel bad, you know, that you didn’t…”

“Okay, yeah,” you agreed quickly, “I mean, if you can still—”

You hadn’t even finished your sentence before he was inside you again.  Moaning louder, you tilted your head back and held onto his sides as he fucked you; his mouth latched onto your neck and you let out a small whimper.  “Fuck,” he mumbled against your skin, “fuck— you feel so good…”

“I— Eddie, I didn’t think you could—” you began.

“I didn’t think I could either,” he laughed, “but it’s just— fuck, you’re so… I just need to— god…”

His thrusts were harder and faster than they’d been before, and everything was so slick with his come still leaking out of you; it was filthy in the best way.

“I didn’t think you’d let me do it twice.  I… I really don’t deserve this,” he insisted quietly.

"Yeah, you do," you breathed.  "You're so sweet, Eddie, you're my best friend— dunno what I'd do without you—"

"I lied," he blurted out suddenly.  "I thought about it before.  About how you would feel."

You barely even remembered the part of the conversation he was talking about.  

"All the time, god, I thought about it all the time," he admitted with a lowered voice, resting his head on your shoulder, fucking you even deeper until your eyes rolled back.  "Thought about it while I jerked myself off— how your pussy would feel.  And it's so much better than I thought it'd be.  You're really tight— I didn't know if you would be, 'cause, y'know, you're a slut."

You wanted to correct him on that old myth about tightness and promiscuity, but you were too busy trying not to moan so loud the next door trailers would hear.

"Fuck," he laughed, "you got even tighter when I called you that.  Slut."

"Freak," you choked out through a moan, your instinctive response.

"You haven't seen the freak yet, princess," he smirked proudly, lifting his head up to look down at you.  "I wanted to fuck you different than this, too— I thought about fucking you from behind.  Smacking your ass and watching it bounce on me.  Making you fucking scream."

"God, Eddie," you whined.

"Is this how they talk to you?  All those guys you let put their cocks in you, do they treat you like this?"

"N-not exactly…"

"Well, that's too bad," he whispered, "'cause I can tell this is how you like it.  Am I wrong?  Do you like being fucked like a whore, and called one?"

"Yes," you sobbed, "yes, Eddie, I… I like it rough.  And mean."

He chuckled.  "That explains a lot.  I can be mean, sweetheart."

The kiss he planted on your cheek, though, was gentle and delicate.

"Or I can be nice," he added in a whisper.  "I can be whatever you want."

“Just… be yourself,” you decided, sounding more like an inspirational poster than you intended to.  He smiled and kissed you on the lips after that, reaching down to hold onto your thighs.

Well, it turns out Eddie ‘being himself’ in bed means fucking you mercilessly.  And he was holding onto you mainly to keep you steady so he could rail you halfway to fucking death.

It was useless trying to keep quiet now, while he treated you this way, and so your loud moans were muffled only by his lips on yours; until, of course, he broke away and you could hear them echoing around the messy bedroom.

"So good," he grunted, "so— so fucking good.  Such a perfect pussy, can't believe you're letting me use it.  I'm so fucking lucky— my best friend is a hot slut, I'm so lucky—"

You arched your back a little deeper still, clinging to him tightly, feeling totally helpless in the best possible way.

"Gonna let me use this pussy again?" he taunted.

"Yeah," you breathed.

"Whenever I want, right?  You can be my little toy, baby.  Your pussy can be my toy."

"Yes!"

"And I'll keep you so full of come," he promised, "so full, all the fucking time, you're gonna make my cock feel so good— fuck, baby, you're gonna let me get my cock wet all the time."

"Yeah, Eddie, fuck," you moaned.  

"You're so pretty," he blurted out, and you almost laughed because of the sudden change of tone.  "God, baby, you're so pretty— you look so pretty like this."

"On my back?" you smirked.

"N-no, you don't understand," he whined, leaning down so his chest was pressed to yours, whispering against your ear.  "You're beautiful."

You smiled a little, holding onto him tighter.

"And I thought that before you let me fuck you," he promised.  "I always thought you were beautiful.  And that it should be me and not those guys you go home with."

"Y-you were right," you admitted, "but— we're still just… just friends, right?"

"Shut up, you're not fucking listening," he groaned, "I— god, I love you, okay?"

Your eyes were definitely just watering because of the intensity of it all; you hid your face in his shoulder, biting your lip, feeling your toes curl just above where your ankles were crossed around his hips.

"I love you and we can't just be friends anymore.  You feel too good… I'm sorry, baby, we can't just be friends, I fucking need you."

“I— fuck, Eddie,” you whined.

“You love me too, right?” he breathed.  Shyly, you nodded against him.  “Then say it— baby, please, I need you to say it.”

“I love you too,” you choked out.  “I need you too—”

"Oh my god I'm gonna come again," he gasped, tilting his head back.  "Fuck fuck fuck, I'm gonna come inside you again.  You're gonna be so full, baby.  Gonna fuck you so full…"

“F-fuck, please, please,” you sobbed, your beaten walls clenching up every time he slammed himself into you all the way— it was too deep, but the right amount of too deep, somehow.  “Please, Eddie, fuck!”

“I’m coming,” he grunted in a low and gravelly voice that made your spine tingle, “I— fuck, I’m coming again, fuck—”

This time, he stopped completely and suddenly, burying himself inside you with a long, deep moan.  He slipped his arms under your arched back and hugged you tightly.  This silence was much longer than the last, and a little less comfortable; there were all these questions hanging in it, including but not limited to: did he really mean all that?  Did I really mean all that?  Why haven’t we been doing this the whole time?  Why is he so good at that?  Are we dating now?  Is this going to ruin everything?

It didn’t seem like it would ruin anything— actually, to you, everything felt right in a way it never had.  You’d never really admitted to yourself how you felt about Eddie, let alone anyone else— let alone him, right now, in the middle of some spontaneous sex that you thought was going to change everything but actually made things suspiciously the same as ever.

That was what you realized, then: that this hadn’t actually changed anything.  You’d loved him before tonight.  You’d wanted this for a while.  You’d needed him as long as you could remember.  Everything could continue on as normal— except, hopefully, and presumably, that you’d be fucking a lot more.

As your mind raced, Eddie’s was completely and totally blank in a way it never had been in his life.  He was entirely blissed out, and only came to when you shifted under him and made him hiss in a breath through his teeth.

Lifting his head, he looked down at you, reaching up to pet your cheek with his thumb and hum happily to himself.  That moment couldn’t last too long, though, especially when he realized he’d failed at his goal: “Shit,” he groaned, “you didn’t come that time either, did you?” 

You shook your head sheepishly, about to assure him that it was fine— there’d be other chances, clearly, and tonight was already more than perfect without that.  He’d still done way better than you could’ve ever expected for a guy who was a virgin half an hour ago.  

But before you could say any of that, he’d pulled you into a lazy, yet hungry, kiss; he smiled against your lips as his tongue carefully teased yours, holding your face in his hands.  You were totally dazed when he pulled away, blinking up at him with totally undeserved innocence, and he had the most devilish look in his eyes.  “Guess that means we’ll have to go for another round, huh?” he asked.  But it wasn’t a question: he’d decided, and so had you.

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.

he deserves all the love and orgasms in the world. 💕

hii friend, i read your tom grant fic and i’m obsessed with it!! would you ever write for joseph quinn the actor? if you can could you maybe write something about joe and reader trying for a baby? if not it’s totally fine :) have a great day or night <333

trying ~ joseph quinn x reader

word count: 4.7k

warnings: smut ofc, 18+ only please <3, breeding kink, unprotected sex (duh), breeding press (aka my weakness), EXTREMELY fluffy and mushy, discussions of pregnancy, multiple orgasms, joe steals the reader's birth control for like 4 seconds, reader is into it but acting neutral because she wants him to beg more lmao, joe makes reader come up with baby names during sex... it's freaky guys

As you turned your head to the side to look at him— laughing gently as he raised his glass to his lips, listening to a friend's story about how she got kicked out of a pub over a complicated misunderstanding— you smiled, too, and reached to give his knee a quick squeeze through his jeans.  He looked back at you, offering a little smile just for you, and the conversation continued.

Later, when dinner was completed and the conversation had moved from the outdoor patio back to inside the flat, you were helping with dishes when the baby monitor went off.  It was just a little at first, just a strange groaning noise coming through it, and then you saw the lights flash brighter and heard a proper cry between bouts of static.  Drying your hands quickly, you popped your head out of the kitchen and saw the hostess first, thankfully.

"Jess, the monitor?" you informed her, interrupting a conversation as she turned.  

"Oh, thank you," she sighed, excusing herself and slipping down the hall.

Joe, a member of the abandoned discussion, gave you a little cringe: "I hope we didn't wake her," he said.

"Oh, I doubt it," you assured him, "babies just wake up often."

Jess came back a few minutes later, and to everyone's pleasant surprise, she brought baby Cleo with her.  Everyone was already in a chorus of "aww"s before she'd even explained why she was bringing her out; "I think she just wants some attention," Jess explained, and dinner guests began to gather around where Jess was standing with Cleo on her hip.

You waited until all the dishes were done to go out there and see the baby yourself, but by the time you came out, you were surprised to see her on Joe's knee— or maybe you were more surprised to see Joe acting a complete fool, making silly faces and noises at her to get her to smile.  

"Oh, just in time," someone else noticed your arrival, "your boyfriend's fallen madly in love with this baby."

"That's a shame," you joked as you sat down next to him, "he was supposed to come home with me tonight."

You gave Joseph a kiss on the cheek, noticing Cleo's massive blue eyes on you as you leaned in closer to him.  You mouthed hi! and waved at her, as she continued to examine you.

Her eyes followed your hand as you reached forward and hesitantly tickled her belly through the star-dotted onesie she had on, and she finally gave you a smile; you'd earned approval, for now.  "Hi Cleo!" you greeted her aloud, tickling her tummy again, and she kicked her legs as Joe held her up on his knee.

"How old did you say she was again?" Joe asked Jess, without looking away from Cleo until he actually heard her answering.

"Seven months," Jess replied.

"Oh," Joe nodded, "is it easier now than when she was born?"

"She sleeps longer," Jess decided, "and I actually have some vague idea of what I'm doing, so that's nice."

Joe smiled and looked back at Cleo, who was looking at you as you talked to her about whatever you could think of.  He moved her in closer to his lap, where her attention was suddenly taken by his necklace; he let her grab and tug on it for a while, until she yanked hard enough to be able to reach up and start pulling on his hair next.

"Ow," Joe frowned, and you laughed at his predicament— he was forced to stay hunched over in his own lap as she balled her fists in his curls.

"Oh, sorry, she's really into hair pulling right now," Jess cringed, reaching forward to try to help unlatch those little chubby hands.  Eventually she was able to get her free, but of course, like anyone forced to stop touching Joseph's curls, she started to get upset.  Just a little pout at first, then a whimper, then a proper cry.  "Oh no," Jess mumbled, lifting her out of Joe's lap— though he started to reach for her again, before he stopped himself.

"Did I make her cry?" Joe asked, the genuine heartbreak in his voice making your own chest tighten.

"No, no, she's just fussy," Jess promised, "she's probably wet— I'll go change her."

Joe turned back to you and you reached up to brush your hand over his hair.  "Looked like she was really going for it there," you noticed.  "She didn't actually manage to rip any out, did she?"

But he didn't answer your question, instead blurting out, "I want one."

You laughed a little.  "Well, when someone picks it up and takes it away to change the diaper, I'm sure it seems very appealing," you noticed.

He pouted a little, but the conversation changed before you could really press him on it— and all too soon, the evening came to a close.  Jess thanked you for your help with everything, you insisted you wouldn’t let her host a dinner party on her own when she had a baby to take care of; Joe asked if he could say goodbye to her, but Jess explained that she was down for hopefully the entire night but promised they’d have another playdate soon.

You could tell Joe really was enamored by Cleo, due in part to how silent he was on the ride home.  Then you got home, and he tolerated you making conversation about the party and the other guests, but there was that distance in his eyes.

“You’re still thinking about Cleo, aren’t you?” you noticed.

“Hm?  Oh,” he sighed, sitting down on the couch.  “Yeah, I am.  She was so little!”

You laughed.  “Yeah, I hear most babies are like that.”

“But she was so cute, god, you saw she looks just like Jess already,” he described, laying his head back on the couch, “but, you know, all fat and adorable.”

“Those blue eyes are her dad’s, though,” you recalled.

“Really?” Joe smiled— his cheeks seemed a little flushed, suddenly.

“C’mon, let’s get our teeth brushed and all so we can go to sleep,” you insisted, grabbing Joe’s hand and pulling him up off the couch, “some of us had a little more work to do tonight than just playing around with a baby.”

~

He was doing that thing he did, where he wanted to say something but he hadn't found either the words or the nerve yet.  But you could never get him to spit it out until he was ready, so you just sighed and let him stare at you as you got ready for bed.

Eventually he got in bed by himself, where he liked to wait for you until you were done with your routine, but you were having a hard time wrapping up since you couldn't find the final step.  I swear I left them right here…

You rifled through the medicine cabinet for a bit, frowning.  "Babe, have you seen my pills?"

"Um, yeah," he called back, "they're right here."

You came out to the bedroom to find him sitting up in the bed, holding the pack in his hand.  "Give me those," you instructed.

"I will— I just wanna talk first."

"Joseph."

He frowned and tossed you the packet, which landed in your hands with a rattle.  Before you'd even started to pop one out, he was jumping up to give you a tight hug.  "Please, darling?" he whined, bending down and laying his head on your chest.  "Please, please please—"

A second later, he was literally on his knees before you, clutching your legs, his chin resting on your hip as you looked down at him.  "You're serious?" you noticed.

"It'll be so great, won't it?  Our baby.  You and me."

"It'll be great—"

"Yes!"

"— and incredibly difficult!  You realize that they just keep growing up, right?"

"That's the best part!" he beamed.  "Kids are even better than babies!"

"And teenagers?" you prompted crossing your arms.

"No no, don't do that," he pouted, reaching up to gently pull your arms open again, "you do that when you're about to say no to me."

You sighed and rolled your eyes, letting him hold your hands down by his face as he squeezed them a little.

"Yeah, teenagers can be annoying, sure," he continued, "but they're fun— you can really talk with them then.  C'mon, I know you think I'm crazy but I really mean it.  I wanna have a family."

"It's all pretty sudden, Joe… you saw one baby today for, like, an hour— and then you stole my pills!"

"Okay, first of all,” he defended, “I just… borrowed them.”

“Right.”

“And second of all, it’s not as sudden as you think.  I've wanted this for so long, you have no idea,” he admitted.  “I mean, really— since we met, I've been thinking about this."

You raised your eyebrows.  "Really?  And did you plan to ever make me privy to those thoughts?"

"Well… I am now!" he smiled, batting his eyelashes up at you.  You sighed, and he stood up again, still clutching your hands.  "It's okay if you don't want this, but seeing Cleo just made me wonder why I've been waiting so long.  If I had it my way, you'd already be pregnant."

And it was impossible to keep hiding your smile when he said that.  "I've been thinking about it too, Joe."

"Really?" he whispered, and you nodded.  He hummed and gave you a kiss on the forehead; you wrapped your arms around his torso, laughing as he pulled you back onto the bed.  "What did you think about?" he asked as he started to kiss down to your neck.

"Well— I mean, I just thought about it sometimes," you sighed.  "What it would be like if you and I…"

"Yeah?"

"But it was just a fantasy!" you interrupted yourself.

"Let's make fantasy a reality, darling,” he purred, “don't take your pills tonight.  Actually, you can just throw them out."

You whined as he rolled you onto your back, pressing his weight into you.

"Please, love?  I want a baby so bad…" he whispered.

"I know," you breathed.

"You want it too, right?  I know you do."

"And you do understand I'm not going to get pregnant tonight just because I'm not taking the pill?" you pointed out.

"So you're gonna stop taking them?" he grinned.

"I mean… I'm thinking about it," you admitted.

"Yeah, it won't be right away— that's the fun part, right?  Trying.  We can tell people we’re trying."

"Ew," you frowned, "let's not tell people that.  It's just a socially-appropriate way of saying that we're constantly fucking."

"Yeah!  That's why it's fun to say," he laughed.  "Even if it won't happen tonight… we can still start practicing for when it really happens."

"Are you out of practice, suddenly?" you snorted.  "Seems like you've been getting some practice in a couple times a week for the last— how long's it been, two years?"

"No, darling, this is different," he explained.  "This isn't just fucking.  It's… making love."

You rolled your eyes.  "Oh, that's ridiculous."

"It's not!  It's supposed to be special, making a baby and all," he whispered.  "It won't be like what we usually do— no… hair-pulling, or anything…"

You frowned.  "Well what's the fun in that?"

"The fun is that I'm going to get you pregnant," he explained, lowering his voice.  "And it's gonna be my baby in you."

You bit your lip.  He smiled, tapping you on the end of your nose with his finger.

“Gimme those pills, love, I’ll go chuck them for you now.”

“Joeeyyy,” you whined, the way you only did when he was doing something that made you wet against your better judgment.

He reached for your hand to take them away, but you laughed as you turned on your side and curled up so he couldn’t get to them.  “You’re not going to make me take them from you, are you, sweetheart?”

“I mean, how bad do you want me off of them?” you challenged.

“Oh, don’t play with me now,” he warned with a purr, “you know I’m dead serious.”

You shrugged.  “Are you though, really?”

He growled and started to 

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too,” you replied.

“Then why don’t we go ahead and make a baby about it?” he encouraged.

You laughed, but nodded.  “Okay.”

“Okay?” he beamed.

“Yeah, let’s do it,” you decided.

“Oh my god,” he breathed, kissing you hard as you kept smiling, “oh god, angel— I love you so much.”

He helped strip you of your pajamas— gently, but efficiently— as he kissed all over your heated skin.  He continued whispering praises and thank yous and promises to get you pregnant as soon as he could

“I can’t wait, I really can’t wait,” he rushed against your neck, hands tight on your waist, “can you?”

You shook your head.

“I just know you’re gonna look so pretty pregnant,” he breathed, one hand ghosting over your stomach.  “My baby, right here, making you all big— you’re gonna be fucking gorgeous.”

That was bad enough, and then his hand started moving lower and lower; of course you spread your legs for him right away, why wouldn’t you?  He still mocked you quietly, though, asking if you really needed him that bad.  You really did.

He just teased your aching pussy with his fingers for a moment, before he honed in on your clit and gave it a few slow circles.  You hummed, letting your head fall to the side.  “You feel ready for me,” he announced as pushed two fingers into you, making you whine and arch your back.  

“God, Joe, I am,” you agreed, “need you inside me.”

“Soon,” he promised.  “Gonna open you up a little more first, love, just be patient.”

He twisted his fingers around, curling them into your spot only for a moment at a time before pulling back and making you sigh in frustration

“Should I make you come on my fingers once, just to get you nice and soaked for me?” he wondered.

“N-no, fuck, wanna come on your cock,” you pleaded.

“Yeah?  You want me to feel it when you come for me, right?”

“Yes,” you groaned, “please… please fuck me.”

“Now, what did I tell you?” he grinned.  “It’s not fucking, darling.”

Funny how you were more embarrassed to say it the other way: “Please m-make love to me,” you whispered.

“That’s better, love,” he cooed as he kissed your cheek before climbing up on top of you; he was still wearing his thin golden chain, and it swung over your face.  “I’ll do more than that— I’ll give you a baby.  You want that?”

You smiled.  “I think I’m the one giving you a baby.”

“Fair,” he chuckled, “okay— I’ll make love to you, and come inside you, and you’ll give me a baby.  How does that sound?”

“Hmm,” you considered, “I mean, it sounds good, but—”

“Oh god—” he dropped his head onto your chest— “love, you’re driving me mad now…”

“I just want to make sure this is what you want,” you teased— and he knew exactly how full of shit you were, but he must have realized that he would have to play along anyway.

“C’mon, darling, I want this more than anything,” he breathed, lifting his head up again to look down at you closely.  One of his hands found the top of your head and stroked your hair, keeping you from looking away.  “I’ve never wanted anything like I want this— like I want our baby inside you now.  Something made from how much we love each other, isn’t it perfect?  And everyone will see us together and know that we’re in love, that we’re a family.”

You sighed a little, appreciating what that would be like; taking such a huge step from being partners, being boyfriend and girlfriend, to being parents together.  It was obviously daunting, but it made you feel all warm and happy inside.

“When it’s here, I can carry it on my shoulders in the park, or you can push the pram, won’t that be nice?” he imagined with a wistful smile.  “And our child will always know how loved it is, how much we wanted them— how desperate Daddy was that he told Mummy he’d do anything if they could have a baby together.”

“Anything?”

“Of course— you’re doing the most incredible thing for me,” he explained, grabbing one of your hands and squeezing it, before he pulled it closer and kissed your fingers.  “We can get married first, if you’d rather do it all in the normal order.  But that doesn’t really matter to me, if I’m honest— we’re a family either way.”

“You’re really into this whole ‘baby makes three’ thing, huh?” you chuckled, but he cut you off with a slow, gentle kiss.  It changed the mood entirely, especially once you relented to it and reached up to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“Yeah,” he finally agreed when he pulled away, leaving you blinking and trying to catch your breath after a kiss like that.  “I’m really into it.”

You only gave him a little breathless nod, but that was enough of an approval for him: he pressed himself into you, watching your face as your body gave way and took him inside.  He was as deep as possible in less than a second, keeping a focused expression as you moaned and wrapped your legs around his hips.

“Darling,” he breathed, “you feel so perfect— doesn’t it feel different, knowing it’ll really mean something?”

You nodded again, keeping your eyes shut as you focused on the feeling, on how perfectly he fit inside you, on how his hands felt holding you tightly and keeping you close.

He kissed you again, just for a second before he started to kiss different places on your face, moving his hips (finally) though keeping you on edge with how slow he was going.  “D’you want a boy or a girl?” he asked, pressing his smile against the side of your face.

“Boy,” you blurted out— something about the way he was moving inside you made all pretense fall away, and you could speak purely on instinct.

“No, no way,” he laughed, “our first has got to be a girl.  Think of all the sweet little things we can dress her in!”

“Our first?  There’s more?” you gasped— partially because of what he said, mostly because he was holding your hips tight and keeping you close so you had to feel every thrust in the deepest parts of you.  You could barely believe he was keeping up conversation this well while fucking you like this…

“At least two more,” he announced.

“Fuck, and who’s having the other two?  ‘Cause I only signed up for one,” you countered.

“I think you’re going to like it,” he decided, “and you’ll be the one begging me for a second.  For your little boy you apparently want.”

“I just said that randomly,” you insisted, feeling your cheeks heat up.  “Don’t read into it.”

“Yeah?  What would you name a boy, then?”

“Daniel,” you answered far too quickly.  “O-or James…”

“Hm,” he smiled, “I like James better.  They’re both pretty traditional— why not something a little more adventurous?”

“Such as…?”

“I dunno… Wolfgang,” he offered, seemingly off the top of his head, and you snorted.

“Oh, I didn’t realize we were having a German baby,” you laughed.

“Doesn’t matter ‘cause we’re having a girl anyways,” he decided, kissing you just beside your ear, picking up his pace inside you just a bit.  “I know it.  I already know it.”

“Could always name the girl Wolfgang,” you panted, hoping to sound composed even though you were on fire inside.

“Don’t give me any ideas,” he warned, gently biting on your earlobe for a moment.  “I always wanted to call a girl Agatha.”

“You’re joking,” you hoped, flatly.

“Or Penelope,” he added.

“We’ll go with that one,” you decided, whimpering when one of his hands grabbed your thighs and held your leg at a deeper angle— it made everything more intense all of a sudden.  You gasped and grabbed his shoulders tighter, digging your nails in, and heard him hum proudly.

“Do you just really like that name, or do you like what I’m doing to you?” he asked playfully.

“Please, just a little faster,” you begged, “jus’ need a little more, Joe, please, please…”

“Shh,” he soothed quietly, moving to hover above you again and lifting both of your legs this time, “m’gonna give you want you need, darling, if you just trust me, okay?”

He lifted your legs onto his shoulders, and leaned down over you— he hadn’t even moved yet and your whole body tensed up, your back arching and your eyes rolling back.  

“How’s that feel?” he asked with a knowing grin as you reached down to grab the sheets under you for dear life.  “It’s not too deep, is it?”

“Oh my god,” you moaned, “I— Joe!”

You couldn’t say anything else because he gave you a sudden, sharp thrust that made you feel like his cock was in your chest or something.  How could it be this deep, how could anything be this deep?

“Fuck,” you cried, toes curling where they were suspended in the air behind his head.  Apparently you were more flexible than you realized— and closer to coming, too.

“You’re so wet,” he noticed with a sigh, “my god, darling, you’ve really soaked my cock, just because I said I was going to get you pregnant?  That’s all it takes?”

Whimpering, you nodded while holding your bottom lip between your teeth.

“I will,” he promised, his own voice finally showing signs of his desperation— he could only keep his cool for so long.  “I will, love, I promise.”

His hands found yours, and pinned them to each side of your head as your fingers weaved together.  It didn’t take much more of that for you to come— intense and nearly overwhelming, yes, but sort of… comfortable, too.  Not as harsh and sudden as it had been with him before, not the kind to make you scream or sob or anything.  Those were like being thrown into the deep end; this one was more like laying on the beach and feeling each wave slide over the sand and wash higher and higher up your body until you were immersed in it— but without that pesky drowning thing.  It was much more pleasant than that.

“Beautiful,” he whispered to you as he watched you go under, “so fucking beautiful— I love you so much, sweetheart.”

“Love you too,” you gasped out.

He choked a little on his groan; “Again,” he demanded, “say it again.”

“I love you,” you promised, “Joe, I love you so so much…”

He squeezed your hands, and you were too weak and limp now to properly squeeze them back.  “I-I’m gonna come,” he stammered between heavy breaths, “please, darling— I can come inside, right?  Let me come inside you, love, I need to…”

“Yes,” you breathed, back arching deeper, “yes, fuck, of course you can.”

He bit his lip, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes that captured you completely.  “I’m gonna come inside you,” he promised, speaking in a low voice that made a shiver run up your spine, “but I’m not gonna stop.  Okay?”

Fuck.  Was that even physically possible?

“Can you take it, love?”

You whimpered, but nodded confidently.  You could hardly tell he was coming when he did it while still fucking you just as fast— his hips rutted into yours and each flex of his cock seemed to be timed just right with when he was deepest inside you.  Even when you thought you were totally spent, you managed to arch your back a bit more without even meaning to.

He’d been putting more effort into keeping himself partially upright than you realized, because when his strength gave out and he partially collapsed onto you, it forced your legs even closer to your chest— and then you were both delirious from the feeling.

He was just as loud as you, moaning into your neck and the pillow under you as he moved way faster than before, letting go of one of your hands so he could grab your thigh instead to keep you still.

“Fuck,” he grunted, “fuck, darling— I can’t stop until I give you everything.”

“Don’t,” you agreed, “don’t stop… that’s what I want, I want everything.  I want e-every drop of you inside me…”

He hissed through his teeth briefly before he kissed you again; this kiss was a lot more feverish than the last, so much more desperate and filled with moans and gasping breaths against each other.

“Oh, fuck!” you whined when he shifted his hips a little lower and forced his cock right into that spot— the one that was all swollen and sensitive from the last time you came.  “Fuck, baby, please—”

Maybe if he were a little more conscious he would say something all witty and mocking like, is that a pet name or a request?  But he was fighting to keep from falling apart already, fucking into you desperately and quickly even though you were both overstimulated and there was a mix of your and his come starting to make a patch on the silk sheets.

His mouth was slack and open right above yours, and he was getting louder and louder as his hands held yours so tight it was almost painful— it would’ve been very painful, actually, if your hands and feet weren’t already going numb.

When you came again, it was the last straw for him— he let go of your hands to grab onto your shoulders, for some reason, and let out a shaky whining sort of noise; he stopped moving and you really felt it now, the pulsing of his cock inside your sore channel.  You felt full and dizzy and sleepy, the outside of your body entirely limp while your insides kept flexing in spite of the exhaustion.

He let go of your hands, slowly, and used his new freedom to carefully guide your legs down— around his waist, instead, and not held up on his shoulders.  You hissed from the soreness in your hips, but relaxed as he trailed slow, gentle kisses along your cheek.

“So,” he began with a sigh, “that was…”

“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement.

You both returned to catching your breath for a moment, while his thumb stroked the upper part of your thigh gently— it did more to soothe you than you expected.

“You came twice,” you noticed.

“Yeah,” he breathed.

“H-how…?”

His face came back up so you could get a proper look at him— flushed and sweating, a loose curl sticking to his forehead, glassy-eyed and wearing a tilted smile— and you felt yourself clench inside again at just how pretty he was.  “I guess I was just feeling… extra inspired,” he grinned, kissing the tip of your nose as he brushed hair away from your face with his hand.  “Did you like it?”

“Like it?!  Fuck, it was so hot,” you laughed.  “I mean, you barely even slowed down…”

“What can I say?  I really, really want to get you pregnant.”

You shivered.  “Well now I really, really want to be pregnant.”

“I bet it won’t take us too long,” he decided.  “But we should start tracking your cycle and everything, make sure we’re doing everything right… here, while I’m at it—”

He reached past your head and grabbed a pillow, lifting your hips to slide it underneath them before he set you back down— all without pulling out.

“I’ve heard it helps it all stay inside,” he explained.

“You’ve really prepared for this, haven’t you?” you noticed, and he looked at your face carefully.

“If you’re really not sure, it’s not too late to just take the pill tonight and go back to normal,” he reminded you, leaning down closer again.  “I won’t be mad or anything.”

“No, this is what I want,” you promised.  “So, so much.”

He smiled and kissed you quickly, though you reached up and weaved your fingers into his curls so you could pull him back down for more.  “Are we trying again tomorrow?” he wondered, speaking quietly into the kiss.

“First thing,” you smiled.

𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫 | 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐢.

kinktober masterlist

day seven: cumplay

pairing: joaquín torres x fem!reader

warnings: smut. friends with benefits but there’s feelings involved. jealousy, slight possessiveness. unprotected sex {you let joaquín in bare for the first time and he loses his mind lol}. dirty talk, probably over excessive use of the word baby. cum-swapping/eating. the ending on this sucks ngl.

word count: 1.5k

eighteen plus only — by choosing to ‘keep reading’, you are agreeing that you are eighteen years old and over. do not interact with this story if you are a minor.

The three swift knocks in quick succession to your front door make it known whose behind it. His unanswered text still flashing on your phone as if you were expected to drop everything and accomodate to him.

“Baby!” Joaquín’s voice is soothing, like aloe to a fresh burn. “C’mon, open up please!”

It makes you want to roll your eyes, considering less than twenty-four hours ago, him and his ex being too close for comfort were plasted all over your mutual friends’ socials.

“I’m busy!” Is the only excuse you can think of.

The sound of him snorting has irritation bubbling. “I’m sure whatever you’re doing can wait, c’mon I missed you.”

That’s what does it.

The door swings open, the light coming from inside your apartment causing him to blink before that swoon-worthy smile of his appears. “Hey you.”

“I’m really not in the mood tonight.”

He shrugs. “That’s okay, we can just hang out?” Those sincere brown eyes are the reason for you stepping aside and letting him in.

The two of you sit on the couch, the television playing something you’re hardly paying attention to. All you can focus on, is the simple black tee that tightens over his wide chest. The silver chain dangling from his neck taunting as you remember what it’s like to feel it between your teeth.

A warm, stroking hand to your thigh has your eyes snapping up to meet his. There’s an inquisitive look on his face, but Joaquín knows you well enough to know not to ask.

Instead, he waits patiently for you to open up, and admit what has you so distant.

“Did you have fun last night?”

“It was alright.” He turns to you, a soft smile on his face. “Would’ve been better if you were there.”

The sound you make is noncommittal. “Mm, I’m sure.”

“What does that mean?”

You move away from him. “Nothing, it doesn’t matter.”

A gentle palm cups your jaw, delicately turning you toward him. “Of course it matters,” he murmurs. “If I’ve done something to upset you, I’m sorry.”

“When we started this, we agreed not to see other people.”

His eyebrows shoot up at the accusatory tone in your voice. “And I’m not.”

“Well you sure looked cosy with Anna last night.”

And there it is — the admittance of what’s really troubling you.

Joaquín’s answering laugh has you swatting his hand away from your face. “No, no baby. ‘M sorry, c’mere.” He manages to wrap his arms around your waist as you stand to leave, pulling you down into his lap. “I didn’t mean to laugh, it’s just…”

“Just what?”

“We were drunk.” You scoff at his poor excuse but a quick pinch to your side has you keeping quiet. “It was nothing, really. I’d never do anything to jeopardise what we have, baby. I swear.”

Soft kisses are pressed into your neck, the sound of Joaquín’s steady breathing causing you to relax. “I hate you.”

He chuckles. “Okay, baby.”

You turn your head, capturing his mouth with yours as you move to straddle his waist. Joaquín’s hands travel down, getting a firm grip to your ass before squeezing it.

“Can’t believe you think I’d want anyone else.” His tongue flicks against yours. “Not when I have my baby with her perfect ass.”

The smack makes you gasp, rocking your hips against his. You pull back, reaching down to the hem of your shirt before removing it.

“Fuck,” he moans. As soon as your bare breasts are at his disposal, Joaquín is leaning down and takes one of your perky nipples into his mouth.

Your hands tangle themselves in his hair, tugging harshly when you feel his teeth graze you slightly. “Want you, ‘Quín, inside me.”

He shushes you, pulling back as he digs through his pockets but at your refusal, he seems confused. “Need to get a condom.”

“Or…” You bite your lip coyly. “We could skip it, this time ‘round?”

“Shit, baby,” he groans. “Are you sure?”

You kiss him gently. “We’re both clean and we’ve only been with each other so yeah, ‘m sure.”

The next few minutes involve the two of you getting naked, before you’re straddling him again. His fingers run along your wet folds, smearing your juices around before entering your entrance with two fingers.

“S’tight,” he groans as he feels you clench down. “Pussy’s so wet, can’t wait to feel her wrapped around my cock.”

You giggle. “Then hurry up and fuck me.”

He playfully bites at your shoulder. “So impatient.”

Once he deems you ready, he’s guiding his cock toward your cunt. Teasingly, he runs the head through your puffy lips, using your arousal for slick.

“Oh fuck,” he breathes as he pushes forward. The feeling of your cunt is snug around his bare length, and he swears he can feel you throbbing as he bottoms out.

“‘Quín,” your voice is a heady whine. “You fill me up so well, oh my god.”

You swear it’s never been this intense, the knowledge that he’s bare inside of you only serving to turn you on even more. It’s why you can’t help but start to bounce up and down on his cock, desperate in your movements.

Joaquín’s hands massage your ass, spreading your cheeks in between the searing spanks he gives. “You’re so good for me baby, fucking this cock like you own it.”

His words cause an urge of possessiveness to flow through your veins, bringing yourself down harder as you ride him.

“You like that?” He chuckles as he watches the lust blow out your pupils. “‘Cause baby, you say the words and it’s all yours,” he says heatedly. “I’m all yours.”

“You’re mine,” you whimper as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix.

“That’s right baby.” He presses his lips into yours. “‘M all yours, this cock is yours. So fuck it like you mean it.”

And you do — circling your hips with a squeal as you feel your orgasm grows. “I’m gonna come!”

With his feet firmly planted on the ground, his hands move to your hips, guiding as he starts thrusting. “Cream my cock, baby.”

It’s blinding, your release gushing around him as you succumb to the pleasure. You hear his choked swallow, feeling his hips stuttering as he feels you clench down.

“Oh fuck, baby, you gotta get off.” Joaquín cries, “I’m gonna shoot, you’ve gotta get off.”

You shake your head. “‘S okay, ‘Quín.” Your fingernails dig into his shoulders. “Don’t have t’pull out, want it in me.”

“Oh fuck, baby.” His voice is raspy, eyes clenching shut at your words. “You can’t —shit— you can’t say that to me if you don’t mean it.”

Still reeling from your orgasm, you lean down and bring him into a filthy kiss. “I mean it, honey.” He whines in response. “Want you to fill me up, want to feel your cum drip out of me.”

It’s those word that do him in, unable to stave off his own release any longer he comes with a shout of your name. “Shit, fuckin’ hell.”

You grind your hips down, milking his cock as the two of you catch your breath.

“C’mere.” Joaquín pulls you in for another heated kiss, pushing his tongue past your lips as he greets yours with a groan.

As you break apart, you feel him get a sturdy grip on your waist before manoeuvring you both on the lounge so that your back is pressed against it with him hovering on top.

Slowly, he pulls out of you, aware of your sensitivity as he looks down at where the two of you were connected. Joaquín moves down your body, an unfamiliar noise coming from the man as he watches his seed leak from your swollen cunt.

It’s not until he hears your squeal of his name does he realise he’s playing with it, using his fingers to scoop up his come. “Open your mouth, baby.”

You do, letting him feed it to you and greedily swallowing it. When he reaches down again, he brings some of it to your stomach, massaging it into your skin.

“‘Quín!”

“Shh, ‘s okay. Just wanna mark you up all nice and pretty.”

You feel him settle between your thighs, and you look down to see his curly hair for a split second before his tongue is licking you clean.

Arching up into his mouth, your hand immediately go to his hair. “Oh my god!”

He pulls back, winking at you before climbing back up your body. Tapping his finger against your bottom lip, you understand what he wants. He leans forward, and it’s only when you taste the familiar bittersweet flavour that you realise what he’s doing.

The two of you swap the mixture of your combined releases, panting into each other’s mouths at the act.

“Quín,” you pant against his lips.

He shushes you sweetly, “I know, baby.”

Then you’re kissing softly, enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies as you slowly come down from the high.

“God baby, you look so pretty like this.”

You can’t help but giggle at his gentle praise. “You’re too cute.”

“Mm, lemme enjoy my girl.” His nose brushes against yours.

“Your girl?” He hums softly at your proposal. “I like it.”

“Good.” Joaquín smiles. “‘Cause ‘m not letting you go.”

omg???🤨 you’re valid for that tho <3

Dile (Cuéntale)

miguel o’hara x spiderwoman!reader

song inspo: dile by don omar + playlist

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 // as always, feedback is greatly appreciated, reblog and lmk what you think! <333

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