The Sex Scene || Andrew Garfield

Teacher’s Pet (Reid Request)

Request: Professor Reid x reader smut request? Where she either teases him /he really wants to fuck & he gets fed up, maybe add some punishment into the mix?

A/N: Please don’t ask me for a Part 2, y’all - I have a whole series with Prof Reid here! Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Spanking, Adults w/ Age Gap (24/38), oral sex (male receiving), Teacher/Student, fingering, penetrative sex, degradation, cursing, roughhousing, gagging Word Count: 9.2K

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There are only a few reasons to sign up for Criminal Psychology. You could either be like the reasonable students and join the class because you are genuinely interested in the material, or you could be like the rest of us.

That is, you could enroll in the class because the professor is a fine piece of ass fresh out of prison.

Spencer Reid didn’t even try to hide his past; he had practically shared his whole life story within the first few weeks of classes. I got the sense he had a hard time keeping just about anything a secret with his nasty habit of oversharing.

That was fine with me, though. I quite liked having the ammunition. In fact, I had prepared to use that information today, because unlike the rest of the thirsty bitches in the class, I wasn’t auditing. I was in this shit.

And today was the class I’d been waiting for for over a month.

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Jensen Ackles | Dallas Convention, January 30, 2022 [x] [x] [x]   

Enough, Dean/Reader, Explicit

Summary: When a hunt goes incredibly wrong and none of the victims is saved, Dean’s breakdown puts Y/N and Sam in danger. After coming back to the bunker Dean has to cope with the overwhelming feelings.

It’s a reader insert.

Warnings: angst, canon-typical violence, graphic descriptions of violence, mentions of alcohol abuse, vomiting, rough sex

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Dean/Reader

No beta, sorry for mistakes, I tried my best to avoid them.

@roonyxx @deanwanddamons @winchest09 @memcjo I hope you won’t be angry that I tagged you <3 

Dean stumbled in the dark, trying to run through the forest. One of his hands was painfully squeezed by Sam, who was dragging his brother along, away from the massacre. Dean fell as his knees gave out and hit something hard and sharp, covered in mud, and now also in blood, rock. Y/N ran into him a little and immediately started tugging at his jacket.

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𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dean winchester x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: nothing’s better than hunting ghosts, burning bones, and… pretty princesses?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲): just your typical supernatural warnings (ghosts, desecrating graves, and of course, sexual innuendos)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2220

𝐚/𝐧: first time writing for supernatural. started the show about a month or so ago and am already on season twelve. this didn’t really turn out the way i wanted but it could be worse. what do you guys think?

“Dude. Seriously?”

Dean rolled his eyes at San who was currently crying. Sam sputtered out a few coughs before turning to his brother and attempting to pull himself together, “I’m sorry, man. But this is so hilarious.”

“And what, pray tell, Sam, is so funny about this?”

Sam started laughing again, sending him into another fit, “I’ve never seen you like this before. You’re like a freaking puppy. You should’ve seen how you looked at her.”

The her Sam was referring to was the girl they’d met while working a case. They weren’t the only hunters on the scene so when they bumped into you while using one of their many aliases to interview a witness, they were shocked.

“Hi, there. Agents Smith and Smith, no relation. We’d like to ask you a few questions about what you witnessed two nights ago.” The brothers pulled out their badges, and the owner of the house they were investigating waved them off.

“No worries with that. Your other partner is here. Come on in.”

Sam mouthed to Dean, “other partner?” to which the older one shrugged, brows furrowing. They followed the woman into the house, the smell of cookies filling their noses. They rounded the corner and saw you, pantsuit on, drinking the sweet tea the woman made for you.

“Agent Parker, you didn’t tell me your handsome partners would be joining us.” The woman winked at you, causing you to stifle a laugh, “Sorry about that, Mrs. Miller, must’ve slipped my mind.”

“Anyhow, how about I go fix up some more tea for you boys?” She didn’t wait for the response before heading to the kitchen, humming a little tune.

“So… Agents Smith,” you tilted your head to acknowledge them both, “and Smith, what do you say we work this case together?”

Dean didn’t trust you at first, because when does he ever do, but over a drink you had with them that night, he was ready to push his ego aside and take you up on your offer of assistance.

That lead to a sneaking into a building after closing hours and doing your best not to trip any alarms. The darkness made it difficult to maneuver around and you constantly found yourself bumping into one of the brothers when you got in a tight spot.

The three of you almost got busted by a security guard and after deducing that now probably wasn’t the best time to be searching for an angry spirit, you headed out.

“So, we’ll come back during the daytime. It’s less suspicious that way. Besides, I would really appreciate not falling all over the place,” Dean said, already having come up with the game plan, as he shoved his duffel bag into the trunk of the car.

You and Sam agreed. Honestly, the both of you were tired of knocking into each other so this idea seemed the best. You started for your car when an idea came to mind.

“Hey, Dean?” You called, just about to get in. He hummed in acknowledgment and turned in your direction. “If you fall again, don’t worry. I’ll be there to catch you, Princess.”

And with that, you got in your car, a smirk on your lips as you turned the engine and drove off. Dean was still staring at the place your car was parked previously, almost stuck in a trance.

Sam nudged him with his shoulder, “Hey…” Dean looked at him with furrowed eyebrows and confusion written all over his face. “You okay there, Princess?”

The older brother narrowed his eyes, got in the car, slamming his door shut. Sam laughed, “Oh, come on. You’re not seriously mad, are you? It’s okay, don’t have a hissy fit, your tiara might fall.”

Dean ignored him, rolling his eyes and cranking the volume up on an AC/DC song that started playing. Sam only cackled at that, making more jokes all the way to the motel and then after Dean got in the shower and the rest of the night.

It’s safe to say, Dean was not feeling it.

Fast forward to the next day and Dean had just about had it with you and Sam ganging up on him. It was like one big episode of ‘How Many More Jokes Can We Crack?’

“Hey, how about both of you shut up and help me dig this grave?” He huffed out as he stabbed his shovel into the soil.

When he saw the two of you share a look, he knew you were up to no good. You walked over to him, your hands behind your back and a seemingly innocent smile on your face, “Don’t worry about that, princess. Wouldn’t want you to get all dirty now, would we?”

“Jesus.”

“One, two, three…”

“Drink!”

You all threw back the liquor in those tiny shot glasses and instantly recoiled at the bitter taste. Squeezing your eyes shut, you shook your head and let out a laugh, “Well that was something.”

Sam joined in, already feeling the mix of the beer he had earlier and that third round of shots hitting him. “Yeah, you bet. I mean who woulda guessed we would make a friend while hunting down evil?”

“Correction: a very attractive friend,” Dean added on, sending a wink your way.

It was good - moments like this. It wasn’t often you could unwind without having to worry about what might be creeping around the corner.

You leaned forward, finger tracing his jawline, watching as his eyes tracked your movements, “Let’s not forget this very attractive friend can kick your ass.”

Dean laughed nervously, and you could’ve sworn you saw a hint of pink on his cheeks. “Oh, you could kick my ass all night long, sweetheart. I sure wouldn’t mind.”

“Or, I don’t know,” you sighed, leaning back in your chair, swirling your straw in what was a something-hurricane. It lived up to its name because after once sip, you already felt like you were being swept away. “We could do something else all night long.”

Sam stopped babbling over whatever he was babbling about and Dean, sweet sweet Dean, looked like he’d just short circuited. He choked on his beer, eyes wide, “W-What?”

Sam looked at you then at Dean then back at you. He burst out laughing, hand slapping the table. Dean just stared at you, all doe-eyed, and it made you want to wipe the look off his face with a kiss.

You were sure the liquor had something to do with your bluntness. Sure, you weren’t especially shy, but you also weren’t the type to say something that bold without a little bit of liquid courage.

You joined in with Sam, the both of you giggling. Yep, definitely the liquor. Once the two of you finally died down, you breathed out a heavy breath, looking up to see Dean still staring in a daze.

“Hey, princess? You still with us?”

He averted his gaze away from you and scratched the back of his neck, shifting in his seat. He mumbled something under his breath about you trying to kill him and all it did was cause your lips to stretch into a wide grin.

“Aw, Sammy,” you pouted, nudging the younger Winchester with your elbow. “I think we made the princess upset.”

Sam snickered, the full effects of the alcohol settling in, “Oh, yeah. We definitely did. Do you,” he hiccuped, taking a moment to catch his breath. “Do you think he’ll have a hissy fit?”

Before you could respond, Dean grunted, casting a glare at the two of you. “I’m the only one who can call him that and I swear if you call me princess one more time, you’ll regret it.”

You laughed, taking a sip of your drink before blurting out, “Yeah? Whatcha gonna do if I don’t? Spank me?”

The incredulous looks you got from both boys were priceless and if you weren’t so embarrassed by what you accidentally let slip out, you would’ve snapped a picture.

“Wow…” Sam mumbled, a dopey grin on display. “You guys should just, I don’t know, have sex already.”

You and Dean both flipped around, staring at Sam as if he’d said the most atrocious thing. He only shrugged, face scrunching up, “What? Just stating the truth.”

The embarrassment you and Dean underwent led to the both of you throwing back three more rounds of shots, which in hindsight was not such a great move.

Sam, the lightweight is, was already passed out and the two of you were soon to follow. It wasn’t until an hour later when the bartender woke you up did you go back to the motel. Considering you hadn’t planned on staying in one, you went back to their room and crashed in a bed, calling it a night, morning… whatever the hell time it was.

The next morning, you woke up to the sun shining way too brightly through the window and groaned, burrowing your face in your pillow. You started to fall back asleep when the pillow you were so comfortably resting your head on started moving.

You shot up, instantly regretting it, and felt your entire body warm when you saw what you were really laying on. Your sudden movements seemed to wake Dean up and he grumbled something before realizing what was going on. He looked at you and then under the covers when he saw neither of you had shirts on.

“Did we…”

“Oh, my god. We totally did.”

You were both mortified to say the least, eyes wide and shocked expressions on both your faces. Now, normally this wouldn’t be a bad thing. It was safe to say that the two of you were attracted to each other but if you had sex, you wanted to remember it. And the only thing you two could remember was being drunk off your asses, stumbling away from the bar, singing the ‘Golden Girls’ theme song.

Sam entered the room, a bag in one hand and coffees in the other. He noticed you were up and slammed the things down on the table. Okay, maybe that’s an exaggeration but with how your head pounded against your skull, every noise was at tenfold.

“Morning, sunshines. While you two were getting your beauty rest, I’m talking about you Dean, I went out and grabbed us some breakfast. There’s donuts and coffee.”

When neither of you moved, still glued to the bed as if by not getting up, it would erase what obviously went down last night, Sam cast a concerned glance your way, “Guys?”

“Why do you look like that?” He asked, stuffing his face with a glazed donut.

“Sam,” you started, clearing your throat, “Apparently, Dean and I—” You glanced over at the aforementioned person, “Did some… let’s just say not PG rated things last night.”

“Not PG rated things I can’t even remember,” Dean mumbled, sitting up properly and running his hands down his face.

Sam looked at Dean to you and back to Dean, just like he had last night. “Seriously?”

“Sammy, it’s not like—”

He cut him off laughing, and Dean and you looked at each other, sending confused looks.

“Guys, you didn’t have sex last night, don’t worry. If you’re wondering about the no shirts thing - you both kept complaining about being and I quote “scorched by the fucking sun” and threw them at me.”

You and Dean let out sighs of relief at that before Sam opened his mouth again, “The only not PG rated thing you did last night was undressing each other with your eyes. God, I swear, I thought you two were going to have sex right in the bar.”

If you thought drunk Sam was a menace, totally sober Sam was worse. Your eyes widened and you quickly shifted out of the bed, searching the ground for your shirt, anything to keep your hands busy. Dean mumbled something about needing to use the bathroom.

It’s safe to assume that the two of you were embarrassed, badly.

After breakfast and ensuring that the angry spirit you were hunting wasn’t around, you said your goodbyes. Just like two nights ago, before you got in your car, you turned to the boys.

“It was nice meeting you two.”

“Same here, make sure you keep in touch,” Sam said, flashing you a smile before shoving his bag in the backseat.

“Of course, and hey, Dean?”

He hummed, meeting your eyes and by the glint in them, he already knew you were up to no good. “If you’re ever free, give me a call. I’ll make sure you’ll have a night neither of us will forget. It definitely won’t be PG rated.”

You slid in your car, leaning your head out the open window, “And if you wanna be a pillow princess, I’m all good with that.” You threw a wink at him before starting your car and pulling away.

And just like that night, Dean was left there, starting after you, the same puppy dog expression on his face. Sam cackled, throwing his head back, “Man, you’ve got it bad.”

Dean shot him a glare as they started driving back home. Sam continued laughing and Dean rolled his eyes, huffing under his breath.

“It’s okay, Dean. At least you’re a pretty princess.”

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Bad Girl

Characters: Boyfriend!Haechan x reader

Warning(s): adult content, unprotected sex, spanking, choking, orgasm denial, oral (giving). In conclusion: not for soft stans.

Genre: smut

Summary: you tease Haechan under the blanket while watching a movie with the members and he punishes you (duh)

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"you better stop moving before you regret it" he whispers in your ear with a prominent lustful voice. You smirk before turning to face him "Haechan are you okay?" you say making others' focus on you two, especially Haechan. "wha- yes I'm o-okay" he nods at the boys and they switch their attention to the movie.

Earlier you got invited to your boyfriend!Haechan's and nct's dorm to watch a movie but as time passed by you just got bored and decided to tease your boyfriend. You always got teased by him everywhere and in front of anyone, so you just decided to let him taste his own medicine. As soon as the movie started you went to sit on his lap covering you both in the blanket. It all started innocently, till you decided to start moving your ass here and there acting like you're just trying to find the comfortable angle which only lead to Haechan to get hard under you.

After the boys' attention switch to the movie you look at Haechan smirking after seeing him biting his lips, trying his best to swallow his groans. Your gaze turns back to the movie as you move again, now pressing harder on his bulge, making the friction harder on his member and he finally lets out a groan, making the others' attention at him once again. "are you sure you're okay babe?" you hide your smirk hearing Taeyong asking the same question making others wait for an answer "I-I'll just go rest in my room" he puts you aside and leaves the living room quickly, trying his best to hide his boner.

Come to my room, now

You read the message and smirk. "I'll go sleep too, goodnight guys" you smile and leave after they say the same and return smiles.

As soon as you enter Haechan's room you're pinned on the door "you had fun didn't you" he asks, visible frustration and lust in his dark eyes and voice "well.... Yeah i think i did" you smile to yourself remembering the scene once again till Haechan's wrapping hands around your throat brings you back to reality "i guess it's my turn to have fun now" he adds pressure to your throat "don't you agree.. Hm?" he hums tilting his head slightly. "I-" "strip and on your knees, now" as soon as he releases his grip on your throat you take off your clothes meanwhile Haechan zips his jeans open and frees his length, you get on your knees im front of him. "no hands allowed" he taps on your chin making you open your mouth. He grips your hair and thrusts slowly deep into your throat and stays making you instantly gag around him, tears threatening to drop. Haechan groans and throws his head back, enjoying the hot feeling of your throat, soon starts to thrust in and out of your throat, the only heard noise is the wet sounds coming from your throat and his groans.

His length twitching in your mouth, signaling to you he's close as you prepare yourself for it but he takes his length out of your mouth letting you finally breathe normally. "as much as i want to choke you with my cum, i want to fill your little cunt with it" he pulls you by your hair and pushes you on his bed, turning you around so you're on your knees, you head drowning in the pillows. "you were a bad girl today, you know?" he says, but no replies. You yelp as he spanks your ass cheek twice "answer" "y-yes" "yes what babygirl?" "yes i-i ha-" another spank "you what?" you whimper "y-yes i have b-been a ba-" spank "a ba- what? Y/n you need to speak properly, i can't understand anything" you hear his voice, immediately knowing he's smirking behind you. You grit your teeth "i-I've been a bad g-girl tod-day" you finally finish but you yelp as you feel three more spanks "and what bad girls deserve?" he asks rubbing the red marks on your ass cheeks "p-punishment" you say, earning another spank "good, so you know" he chuckles "and that's what you're getting today", he gets up taking his clothes off and reaching his drawer, taking ropes and walks towards you, flipping you so you're now on your back. Before you know it, your hands are tied to the bed's headboard. He looks at you and pouts "you remember how you embarrassed me in front of them? Well now it's your turn for them to hear your sweet voice" he says leaning closer, looking at your lips before attaching his lips to yours.

You whimper as he starts rubbing your clit, spreading your wetness. He smirks into the kiss and pulls back. Haechan starts trailing open mouth kisses down your jaw and neck leaving red and purple marks, going down to your collarbone till he finally reaches your chest, taking your nipple in his mouth, you moan. You start squirming, wanting to grab his hair like you always do in these situations. Haechan smirks "too bad you're were a bad girl, otherwise your hands would've been free" he looks at you faking his pout, squeezing your breasts. His fingers going down to rub your clit and inserting two fingers into you, thrusting them in and out of you before letting you adjust, making you yelp and moan loudly. Hid thumb starts rubbing your clit while his two fingers drove you crazy, as his other hand held your hip down firmly. "H-haechan I'm close" you moan. Your walls start pulsing around Haechan's fingers, making him immediately take his fingers out of you letting you whimper "since when bad girls deserve to cum that easily?" he questions and you huff. "j-just fuck me already please" you give up "hm beg more, i might change my mind" he sits back "oh god Haechan just- fuck me already please i want to feel you in me please" Haechan gets up, placing your legs on his shoulders and his length on your entrance, his hand sneaking up your neck as his other holds your leg firmly. He slams into you making you yelp and arch your back "f-fuck yes" you moan and Haechan starts thrusting in and out of your tight hole "fuck y/n you feel so good" he groans, leaning to place his head in the crook of your neck sucking and biting on the soft skin as he increases his speed making you moan loudly "who's fucking you that good huh?" he bites your earlobe "y-you Haechan! Fuck yes don't stop" "yes baby only I can make you feel this way" he kisses you, swallowing your moans, soon leaving your lips to hold eye contact with you as his hand leaves your throat going down to rub your clit making you arch your back once again, letting sinful sounds "i-im close" you say hoping for him to let you cum this time "me too baby, cum around my cock babygirl", your eyes rolls back and a loud moan escapes your throat as your long waited orgasm hits you, your walls pulsing around Haechan's member, making him let a deep groan and let his cum fill you up "fu-ck" he kisses your cheek and frees your hands from the rope.

After steading his breathing he pulls himself out of you as you both sigh at the empty and cold feeling. "can i come in now or should i just sleep in taeyong's room?" you hear Johnny at the door "bro just go to Taeyong's room, I bet they're in for a second round" you hear Yuta yelling from the living room. You look at the smirking Haechan next to you and hit his chest "you fuc-" "yes baby I'm your cunt fucker" he smirks making you throw the closest pillow at him "oh my god HOW DO YOU WANT ME TO FACE THEM AGAIN" you squirm making your boyfriend laugh at you, "shower time" he winks.

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Dean x Reader x Sam

You’re drunk with the Winchester boys and you want to play a drinking game. Oh, and you really want to fuck them both too. 

Created for @spnkinkbingo Square Filled: Edging. Created for @spngenrebingo Square Filled: Drunken Night Inspired by this list of NSFW Asks.

Warnings: You must be 18 to read this! EXPLICIT SMUTASTIC PORN- NSFW, threesome (No Wincest,) edging, orgasm denial, dirty talk, biting kink, nipple play, oral (M & F receiving), spanking, multiple orgasms, dom!Dean, tease!Sam, drunkenness, voyeurism, lots of unprotected sex, and a dose of fluff.  WC: 4933 On AO3  Thanks to my amazing beta @letsby!

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It had been kind of an epic night. Well, so far. After eliminating a restless spirit in only an hour, which was your personal record, you and the Winchester brothers had found a cool dive bar close to the motel. You had a few drinks, hustled a hundred bucks out of some horny college kids, and now you and Sam were snickering at a booth as Dean struck out with the moderately hot bartender. But with a fourth drink on the bartop, no takers for the next game of pool, and all of your cash well on its way to being spent, the three of you decided to head back to the motel where a bottle of low shelf’s finest was waiting.

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How it all Began

Pairing: Stepmom!Wanda x Reader

Summary: Wanda and R's first time

Warnings: 18+ smut, mommy kink, praise kink, fingering, oral, overstimulation, cheating, choking

a/n: just want to thank the anon for putting this into my brain in the first place!

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When you got home you heard muffled voices in the distance and you figured Wanda was still up watching tv. Like many times before, you felt yourself gravitating towards her. She was on the couch watching a sitcom and her faint chuckles brought a smile to your face.

“Should have known it would be dick van dyke.”

“Hey, milaya.” She mumbled, her smile not quite reaching her eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Your father,” She sighed, shaking her head as she turned her attention back to the screen, “It doesn’t matter, I’m fine.”

She clearly wasn’t but she didn’t have to tell you what he did to make her upset. You already knew from all the times in the past with your mother. It was one of the many reasons you couldn’t fathom why he remarried in the first place. He never made time for her and it looks like he didn’t plan on changing his ways for Wanda.

You walked into the kitchen, opening the cabinet to search for a red wine that you knew she enjoyed. You grabbed two glasses, popped it open, and sat beside her on the couch.

“Sleeping at the office again?” You asked, pouring a glass for each of you.

You watched as she raised it to her lips, humming as she took the first sip. Her eyes met yours, making butterflies flutter in your chest that over time you could only associate with the redhead. You decide to take a sip of your own, needing to calm your anxiety.

“It’s the fourth time this week.” She sighed.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“You don’t deserve to be treated this way.”

“How do I deserve to be treated?” She whispered.

Her eyes searched yours and you sucked in a break taking a longer sip. The words were on the tip of your tongue but you knew they should stay there, buried deep in the far corner of your mind that held space for the woman beside you.

“Tell me, please?” She asked, reaching out to hold your wrist.

Her hand was soft and grounding as it shifted to meld with your own. It gave you the courage to say what’s been on your mind since you’ve gotten to know her.

“You deserve to be treated with respect, first and foremost. You deserve someone who cares to listen to you and wants to hear about your day. Someone who doesn’t just tell you but shows you how important you are to them. You deserve to be with someone who wants to spend every moment they can with you because you make their day better and brighter.”

You paused taking a shaky breath as her green eyes held a look you couldn’t name. Her lips parted slightly but she stayed silent as you gazed at her. You were the only one who really got to see her like this, hair messy and unkept as her curls stuck out every which way. Not a single trace of makeup which you preferred, because you loved seeing her freckles paint her face.

“Not a day should go by where you aren’t told how beautiful you are.” You confessed.

Her cheeks were tinted pink and you wondered if it was because of what you said or the wine. You ducked your head, feeling heat rise to your own. The rest of the red liquid swished inside your glass and you downed it in one go needing another. Her thumb brushed over the back of your hand and you cautiously looked at her hoping you hadn’t over stepped.

“Carol is a lucky girl.” She said, finishing her wine.

“What do you mean?”

She let go of your hand and reached for the bottle. The muscles in her jaw twitched as she poured you both another glass.

“What you said just now. I hope that’s the way you treat her.” She said, but her voice was clipped as she hid her gaze in the contents of her glass.

You grew more confused as you watched her disgruntled emotions flicker across her face.

“Wanda. I’m not dating Carol.” You said, and tried to search your mind as to why the thought bothered her so much.

“You aren’t?” She asked, tilting her head. “She’s always touching you, milaya.”

“She’s a touchy person.” You countered.

“She likes you.”

You sighed knowing that was a fact but your feelings weren’t reciprocated. You were too busy being completely infatuated by the one person you could absolutely not have.

“I don’t like her, not in that way.”

“Natasha then?” She asked, tapping the side of her glass.

You tried to figure out why she all of a sudden was interested in your dating life. You didn’t expect much of a reaction when you told her what she deserved, knowing Wanda could keep her thoughts close to her chest, but you didn’t expect it to make her pry. You suddenly realized you might know the reason, and you wondered just how many other crappy men Wanda has dated in the past.

“Those words were for you, Wanda. Not anyone else.”

She pursed her lips, running her hands through her curls.

“I don’t like the way she touches you.”

She spoke so softly if you hadn’t been paying attention you wouldn’t have heard it. You wondered if she even meant to say it out loud.

Your heart sped up slightly at her confession. You tried to rationalize why and figured she was just looking out for you. She was your stepmom after all, but there was something burning in the back of your mind that told you it might be more than that. Maybe you just hoped, either way you wanted to hear it from her.

“Why?” You pried and set your glass down.

Wanda copied your movements and turned to face you. She reached out to you and your stomach flipped as she cupped your cheek.

“She doesn’t respect boundaries.” She mumbled and the pads of her fingers tightened slightly.

“Are you trying to defend my honor?” You smirked.

Her eyes narrowed and she shook her head pulling away but you grabbed her wrist wanting to feel her still.

“I should be the last person trying to defend your honor.” She chuckled dryly.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing, Y/n.” She said, standing up.

You quirked your brow and stood, blocking her exit.

“Wanda, what did you mean by that?”

You could hear her breath hitch and if you were one step closer you would have been able to feel it on your lips. The thought alone made a shiver run down your spine.

“Y/n, I-

Her chest rose and fell as her eyes flickered to your lips. You bit yours subconsciously as your eyes flickered down to hers and before you could utter a word her hand was tangled in your hair pulling you flush against her.

A moan ripped from your throat as her soft lips pressed against yours. She licked your bottom lip and you parted them needing to feel every part of her that you could. Whimpers and moans were muffled between you two as the kiss deepened and every voice that told you this was a bad idea was silenced as she explored your mouth. The faint taste of wine and something that was uniquely hers made your head spin as you tried to keep up. You’ve dreamt of this more times than you could count, but nothing could compare to the real thing. Wanda groaned breaking the kiss and her forehead met yours as you both panted to refill your lungs.

“I shouldn’t have done that.” She said, shaking her head.

“Yeah, It-

“It was a mistake.” She choked out, stepping away from you.

You nodded vigorously, trying to calm your racing heart, and took a step back as well needing more distance so you wouldn’t do anything stupid.

“Yeah, a mistake. It’ll never happen again.”

“Agreed.”

You felt trapped in her stare. Completely lost in the woman before you and the lust that swam in her eyes. You knew yours reflected the same and your hands twitched wanting to reach out. She took a step forward but before she could touch you, your phone rang making her stop where she stood. You sighed looking down to see Carol’s name across the screen.

“I should - um.” You stammered and chewed your bottom lip as Wanda’s eyes hardened, looking away from you.

“Goodnight, Y/n.” She mumbled and briskly walked out of the room.

You huffed sinking down onto the couch and decided to call her back later. The last thing you wanted was to pretend you felt anything other than what you did right now. It was without a doubt the best kiss of your life but it couldn’t happen again. She was married to your father, she couldn’t be yours. You chanted that mantra in your head so that your heart would accept it but it only made you feel like shit. You put your phone on silent and went to your room knowing sleep wouldn’t come easy to you tonight.

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You tossed and turned frustrated beyond belief. No matter what you tried, you couldn’t get Wanda out of your mind. You turned on the lamp, casting your room in a soft glow, and took out your phone. Notifications from Natasha and Carol stared back at you. You sighed reading as they tried to talk you into going out tonight before eventually giving up, and wishing you a good night. You sent them both back a reply and scrolled mindlessly on your phone.

You were growing restless and bored thinking it might be a good idea to try sleeping again. Just as you were about to turn off your light, your door opened revealing Wanda on the other side in nothing but her nightgown. You’ve never seen her without her robe and it left nothing to the imagination.

“Talking to Carol?” She asked, sitting down beside you on the bed.

“You really don’t like her do you?”

You tried not to focus on the way the fabric rode up her thigh and how soft her skin looked. Never in a million years would you understand how your father preferred sleeping in his office and not beside her.

“I already told you. I don’t like the way she touches you.” She said, running the pads of her fingers along your thigh. “Her hands stay glued to your body. It pisses me off.”

You swallowed thickly as her nails dug in slightly, causing a steady pulse to beat between your thighs.

“Hmm, seems like the pot calling the kettle here.”

“Maybe, but you like it when I touch you, milaya.” She said, watching as goosebumps trailed after her fingertips. “I know for a fact you don’t like it when she does, and that was before you told me you weren’t together.”

Her hand met your inner thigh and you sucked in a breath as she traced along the edges of your shorts. She licked her bottom lip, raising her hand higher and you reached out to stop her as the heat between your thighs became too much.

“Wanda. You’re not helping with the whole ‘it can’t happen again’ thing.” You whispered.

She kept it still, flexing her fingers as she raised her free hand to cup your cheek.

“I know, but I can’t help it. I can’t stop thinking about how your lips felt on mine.” She mumbled, swiping her thumb along your bottom lip.

“Neither can I.”

Your phone lit up beside you and Wanda narrowed her eyes as you reached for it.

“Leave it.”

“That would be rude.” You teased.

Wanda growled tangling her hand in your hair, and crashed her lips on yours. You moaned as she took over the kiss, nipping your bottom lip as she sucked it between her teeth. Her hand raised to your chest, pushing you down against the bed as she straddled you.

“I said, leave it.” She growled against your lips.

You nodded chasing after them, loving the sound of her whimper as you slipped your hands underneath her nightgown. Her tongue flicked against yours and you tightened your hold on her waist running them down her sides. You cupped her ass in your hands, squeezing the way you’ve always wanted and the heat between your thighs burned as she parted her lips to let out a sinful moan.

‘Fuck, detka. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” She said, kissing the side of your jaw as she trailed them down to your neck.

“How long?” You whimpered as her teeth scraped against your pulse.

“The moment we met. I touched myself to the thought of you the second your father went to sleep.”

Your breath hitched as warm heat pooled in your underwear from her confession. Her thigh slipped between your legs and you sighed at the tiny bit of relief it gave on your throbbing clit.

“You were so cute in that little black dress. All I could think about was ripping it off you,” She husked, moving her hips to thrust against you. “When you acted like a brat, all I wanted was to bend you over my knee.”

“Wanda, fuck.” You moaned, raising your hips to meet her thrusts as she sucked your lobe between her teeth.

“I came so hard, milaya. You have no idea how badly I wanted to go to your room that night and every night since.”

“I wish you would have.” You panted, as she leaned back and smirked down at you.

“Yeah?”

“I wasn’t a brat because I didn’t like you. I was - I was jealous.” You huffed, biting your lip.

Wanda’s hooded eyes flickered down to the movement. Her thumb pulled it from between your teeth, and you whimpered as she pushed it past your lips and into your mouth.

“My poor, baby. Wanted me all to yourself?”

You nodded, feeling your walls clench around nothing as she pressed it against your tongue. You whined against her thumb needing her to touch you and she pulled it out, chuckling as she ran it over your lip.

‘What do you need, baby?”

“You, just - please.” You whimpered.

She lifted her thigh, sinking her hand in between to cup your center.

“You’re leaking through your shorts, baby. Get this wet for anyone else?” She asked, pushing her thumb against your clit.

“N-no.”

She hummed, kissing the corner of your mouth before lowering down to place one against your chest. She pulled down your shirt, running her lips against the swell of your breast. She smirked as you shivered and sucked hard, humming as you pushed against her hand.

“Please, Wanda.”

“Patience, babygirl. I want this off.” She said, pulling against the fabric.

You whined as her hand left your center and sat up fast ripping it off you. She pushed you back down and her lips wrapped around your pebbled nipple. She ran her tongue over it, looking up at you through hooded eyes.

“So sensitive.” She teased, scraping her teeth against it before sucking hard and letting it go with a pop.

“Fuck, Wanda.”

“I’ve dreamt of seeing you like this.” She pulled your shorts down your thighs and you raised your hips, blushing as she threw them to the floor and spread your legs.

“So wet, milaya. Is this all for me?” She cooed, rubbing the wetness coating your skin.

“Yes, all for you. Please I need you.”

She chuckled brushing her fingers against your folds, teasing you as she spread them apart.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby. Has that touchy little cunt ever touched you here?” She asked, circling your clit.

You moaned shaking your head as you rolled your hips.

“Don’t lie to me.” She growled, smacking your clit.

“Shit! She hasn’t I promise.” You whined.

Her hand wrapped around your throat and you whimpered as she squeezed.

“And she never will. This pussy is mine now, do you understand baby girl?”

“Yes, Mommy.” You moaned.

Her lips parted and you blushed not having time to take it back as she thrusts her fingers inside your pussy without warning.

“Oh, fuck!”

“That’s right, detka. Mommy wants to hear how good she’s making you feel.” She growled, curling them against your walls.

“So good.” Your head flew back as she spread them inside you, the slight sting made a high pitched moan rip from your throat as she fucked them deeper than you’ve ever been able to.

“So tight, malyshka. Mommy’s going to have so much fun stretching you out with her cock.”

You moaned chasing her fingers, the coil in your lower belly tightened and you knew you weren't going to last. The thought of her fucking you with her strap made your walls flutter and your clit twitch underneath her thumb.

“Someone likes that idea.” She smirked, twisting, and curling until she found the spot she was looking for. Your back arched as you let out a cry, and she pounded them harder, curling against the spot with every thrust.

“Mommy please.”

“Please what? Use your words.”

“I’m gonna cum. Can I cum?”

“Go ahead, detka. Cum for mommy.” She smirked.

You had no time to notice the mischievous glint in her eyes as your walls clamped down around her fingers. You moaned her name as your body spasmed underneath her.

“So pretty when you cum.” She husked, “Mommy wants to see it again.”

You choked on your moans as she pushed another finger past your center. Tears threatened to spring from your eyes as she stretched you open, scraping her fingers against your aching walls. You pushed against her hand but she grabbed it tight, pinning it to the bed as she fucked into you harder.

“You can take it, malyshka.” She groaned. "Gonna be a good girl for me?"

“Yes, Mommy. I'll b'good."

She kissed the column of your throat, smirking as you bucked your hips uncontrollably against her.

“That’s it, fuck mommy’s fingers like a good girl.”

You whimpered at her praise, digging your nails into her shoulders as tears flowed down the sides of your face. Nothing’s ever felt this good and you had a feeling nothing ever would again.

“Taking me so well, detka. You feel so good.”

“I - fuck!”

Her thumb flicked your clit, pressing hard against it as she spread your cum around the swollen nub. Wanda smirked feeling your walls tighten around her and flicked it again as you cried out.

“You want to cum for me? Gonna soak mommy’s fingers?

“Yes s’close.”

“Give mommy your cum.”

You choked on your moans running your nails down her back as she bit down hard on your neck, sucking the skin between her lips. White heat spread throughout your body as you came harder than you ever have. Your cum flowed onto her hand, running down her wrist. You whimpered as she pulled back, watching as your clit twitched and more cum dribbled out onto her fingers.

“Shit, Y/n.” She groaned, slowly pulling out only to thrust back inside as your walls twitched around her. “Your pussy's drooling, malysh. So swollen and puffy.”

She leaned down, kissing your lips chastely slowly thrusting as she moved down your body. You whimpered as she sucked your nipple, scrapping her teeth against it, making you hiss and buck as she bit down. She looked up at you through hooded eyes and you sucked in a breath as she slowly pulled out.

“Clean off your mess, detka.”

You opened your mouth as her fingers traced your bottom lip. You flushed at how drenched they were, sucking them into your mouth as you moaned at your taste. Wanda whimpered, pushing them deeper as you licked them clean.

“So good for me." She whispered, pulling them out.

She sucked marks into your flesh making her way down to your hips. You moaned as she flicked her tongue on your lower belly, and placed a soft kiss as your muscles twitched.

“Such a pretty pussy.” She hummed, spreading your thighs wide as she leaned down to kiss your clit. “all mine.”

“Mommy.”

“Hush, baby. Mommy’s got you.”

She sucked the aching nub between her lips, holding you down as you squirmed. She let it go with a pop, licking hungrily through your folds. She moaned against you, sucking your lower lips before lowering her tongue, licking against your hole.

“Mommy please, too much.” You whimpered as green eyes met yours sharply.

“I’ll tell you when it’s too much, detka. Now be a good girl and fuck mommy’s face.”

You groaned as she pushed the tip of her tongue slowly inside your pussy, tightening her hold on your thighs as she sunk her entire length inside you.

“Oh shit.”

Your hands tangled in her hair as you bucked your hips, crying out as she curled her tongue. She trailed her hand up your front, cupping your breast, pinching your nipple between her fingers as she bobbed her head.

“Oh go, oh fuck.”

You lost your rhythm, thrashing your hips getting lost in the pleasure of her being between your legs. It became too much when she tugged your nipple and curled her tongue in time with your thrust. Your walls clamped down painfully and you came with a cry as she moaned against you.

You sank into the mattress, panting as sweat dripped down your brow. She pulled out slowly and you opened your eyes, whimpering as she kitten licked your pussy, drinking every last drop.

“Too much, please mommy s’too much.”

She chuckled and kissed your clit once more before crawling up your body, leaving wet kisses against your skin.

“Fucking delicious, detka.”

She nipped your bottom lip, parting your lips with her tongue. You moaned tasting yourself as she deepened the kiss, lightly squeezing your throat. You tugged against her nightgown wanting it off but she smacked your hand away

“Off.” You whined.

“Is that any way to ask?” She said, quirking her brow.

“I'm sorry. Please, mommy. Let me see you.”

"Ok, malysh." She said, shifting against you as she straddled your hips. She held the fabric in her hands, slowly raising it above her head.

Your mouth watered as every inch of her was revealed and you reached out holding her sides not able to help yourself. She smirked grabbing your hand and you thought she was going to smack it away again.

"Don't pout, baby. Don't you want to touch your mommy?" She cooed.

“Yes, I want to touch you, Please mommy.”

She chuckled darkly and rose it slowly to her breast. You squeezed her flesh in your hand and your breath hitched as she let out a breathy moan. Her hips rocked against you, and your mouth grew dry feeling her wetness spread over your mound.

"So wet." You whispered.

"I'm always wet for you detka." She moaned.

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip and she grabbed your other hand lowering it between her thighs. She raised slightly and you cupped her center feeling exactly how wet she was as she leaked into the palm of your hand.

“Show me what you’ve been wanting to do to me.” She husked.

You nodded, too overwhelmed to speak, and glided your fingers through her drenched folds.

"Don't make me wait. I've waited long enough."

The needy whimper that fell from your lips made your cheeks flush, and you sank two fingers inside her center. Your moans blended together as you pushed in deeper, twisting them to feel every inch of her. You could have came from the feeling alone.

“Mmm, fuck detka.”

You clenched your thighs, as she looked down at you with hooded eyes. You thrust deep, in awe as her head flew back.

"Fuck." You choked out.

You sat up suddenly, wanting to fuck her like you've been wanting to, and flipped her around pushing her back against the mattress. Her gasp was cut off by a throaty moan as you added another finger, curling them as you fucked them hard inside of her. Her walls fluttered and you leaned down to kiss her, swallowing her moans as your thumb met her clit. She raised her hips pushing you in deeper and you bit her bottom lip pulling away as she grabbed your throat.

“Just like that, malyshka. Fuck mommy.”

You doubled your efforts, wrapping her leg around your waist as she rolled her hips faster and scrunched her face in pleasure. You almost couldn’t believe you were seeing her like this. You watched mesmerized as her breasts bounced with every thrust you made and your walls clamped painfully around nothing as she raised her hand to touch them. Her nipple rested between her fingers as she pinched and pulled, as you pounded into her with everything you had.

“Shit, so good, fuck.”

You twisted your fingers smirking when you pressed against her walls making her cry out as you found the spot that reduced her to nothing but moans. Her grip on your throat fell to your shoulder as her walls tightened and fluttered around you.

“You gonna cum for me mommy? Cum on your babygirls fingers?"

“Yes, don’t stop. Harder detka. Fuck mommy harder.”

You leaned down kissing her flushed chest as her hips lost their rhythm. You ignored the strain in your muscles and pounded harder inside her as guttural moans ripped from her throat. Your name fell from her lips in a chant and you watched completely spellbound as her face twisted and she came with a cry on her lips. You slowed down your thrust but kept them hard, loving the way her breath hitched.

“Shit, detka.” She panted, pushing against your wrist.

“That good?” You smirked.

She narrowed her eyes playfully and smacked your ass.

“Yes, Y/n. That good.”

You cupped her breast loving the weight of them in your hands. She smiled up at you as you bit your lip and swiped your thumb softly against the hard nub.

"Will you stay?" You whispered.

"Yes, detka. We have all night." She said, grabbing your hips.

“Technically we have all morning too. He won’t be back until noon.”

“Hmmm, if we’re lucky he’ll choose to sleep in the office again.” She smirked, moving you against her in a steady rhythm. You sucked in a breath when your clit dragged against her stomach.

"Mommy, no more." You gasped.

“Don’t be like that, baby. Mommy wants to play with you some more.”

“I’m still sensitive.”

“I don’t care. I’m not done with you yet.”

She grabbed your neck and pulled you down into a soft kiss. You pulled back in a daze, slowly thrusting your hips as she moved her lips against yours.

“Remind me, detka. Were you talking to Carol or Natasha when you said you wanted to be fucked until you couldn’t walk?”

“How did you-

“You leave your door open when you’re on the phone. Now be a good girl, and ride mommy’s fingers.” She growled, sinking three fingers into your twitching heat.

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a/n: sigh. I love stepmom Wanda sm. Hope you enjoyed it!

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How To Unhook A Bra (m)

pairing | lee donghyuck × reader, established relationship!au

genre | fluff, smut, almost crackhead energy

word count | 11k words

synopsis | when donghyuck finds you snapping your bra open with one hand, he is left in awe. so in awe that he makes it his aim to learn how to do it himself.

index | besides the reader and hyuck being so in love with each other that they call each other profanities for names, because i’m so in love with hyuck, fingering, cunnilingus, breath play, praise kink, worship kink, dirty talk, belly button piercing for hyuck, yay!, nipple play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, cream pie.

author’s note | thank you for the 4k, oh my god. tbh, i never expected to reach this much and it’s still very surreal. thank you for all the support and i really wanted to offer this fic as a gift to each one of you and this is why i made two versions of it - the clean and the r-18 version! enjoy! also, much love to cat @luvdsc​​ for the idea of the thongs from an experience of hers: you made this fic so much better!

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Writing Lines

Title: Writing Lines Pairing: Reader x Lucifer!Cas Summary: Casifer has a bratty sub and he needs to teach her a lesson. Words: 928 Warnings: Shameless smut, daddy kink, denied orgasm, choking

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Secret Marriage

Request from @a-woman-with-claws-and-fangs Derek and the reader have hid their marriage for years. Until one day Alex tried to flirt with her. The reader brushes him off before Derek tells the whole hospital.

"Well this is where we part as husband and wife Dr. Shepherd." I say laying my head on his shoulder. He lifts my chin up gently kissing me outside the hospital doors one last time. "Don't worry I'll see you later Mrs. Shepherd." Derek and I chose to keep our marriage out of the hospital only being professional at work. The only people who know about us are Mark and Richard the chief of Seattle Graice. Luckily I still see my husband quite often since we work in the same medical field. Mark always joked that we would end up together when we all were friends as kids until Derek stopped talking to him when he slept with his first wife Addison.

Pulling my hair up in a ponytail I scan the surgery board for my upcoming appointments until someone clears their throat beside me. My eyes noticed it's Alex Karev, one of Bailey's new interns. "So Y/n how about getting a few drinks with me tonight?" He suggested a smirk on his face. Alex was a good intern and if he just listened to Addison he'd realize he actually belongs in peds working with kids. Putting my hands in my coat pockets I spin on my feet heading to do rounds. "Sorry Karev I'm busy tonight." But he doesn't give up when he wants something.

"Come on Y/n you're a beautiful girl who deserves a night of fun." He rounds to stand beside me as a nurse hands me a chart. Thankfully Derek said we'd hide our wedding rings as necklaces around our necks when we're at work. He puts a hand over mine making me turn to face him trying to brush him off. "Like I said I'm busy. Now if you'll excuse me I have work to do as do you." I try to step away but he gently grabbed my wrist spinning me around so our noses touched. But before anything else can happen someone punches him in the nose. Alex grabs his nose slightly bleeding looking up at me.

People start entering the room wanting to see what is going on. Finally my gaze sees Derek flicking his hurting hand around his eyes showing anger. "Derek, why'd you do-" He cuts me off with a deep kiss his hands cupping my face until he broke away. Pulling me into his side his left arm still around my waist. "Stay the hell away from my wife, Karev." He huffs as the chief comes down the stairs seeing blood on his floor and on his friends right hand. "Somebody help him up and you two in my office now!" He points his index finger at us. Great job Derek.

"Somebody better start talking right now. Explain why one of my residents is punching an intern!" Richard slams his hands on his desk as I see George and Izzie help Alex off the floor. Everyone else slowly leaves the medical floor going back to work. Mark enters the room smirking at his friend. "Damn, I thought I was the only one you could punch like that." He chuckled until I eyed him with an annoyed look. "Richard I would like to point out I tried to avoid violence unlike my husband..." I cross my arms over my chest eyeing my husband who holds an ice pack to his right hand.

Derek looks to our boss finally saying something a slight smirk on his face. "Karev was flirting with Y/n. I did what any good husband should do and handle it." Richard eyes me then Derek asking. "Did you hit him hard?" Derek nodded before the chief nods to leave us alone. "Good but no more fighting on my surgery floor." Mark pats him on the back leaving as well. Looking up at my husband I glare at him I snipped. "Promise me no more hitting interns that try and flirt with me." He plants a kiss to my forehead smiling. "I promise sweetheart." He leans down kissing me softly and I kiss back going to work. Everyone knows I'm his wife now.

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