erwin smith x fem!reader. nsfw. implied d/s relationship, he has both arms lol, unprotected sex, not that filthy i'm sorry :/.
“eyes open. keep looking.” you do as erwin says. although his voice is tender, you know he is serious now and you must obey they best way you can. not only because the consequences of closing your eyes while you should face the mirror and observe the very details of the astonishing scene would not be easy to take, but also because you absolutely loved to listen to him, to do as he says. he always knows the best and all you have to do is to trust him and do as he says. he is very good at it—no wonder he is the famous commander smith, the best, the bravest officer the survey cops have seen in ages. either inside the bedroom or outside, leading his men, he is sure of what to do most of the time. and when he commands, his voice is firm, confident. it is powerful—even though you feel like closing your eyes due to the embarrassment of seeing your nudity in front of his full-clothed body, you watch the scene. suddenly, so proud of yourself for you are the one he chooses to command in his private life. despite the fact you are madly in love and it could be a disaster, it is a pleasure, unmeasurable pleasure, to have him grabbing onto your waist, forcing you to rub against his crotch. you like what you see, you love how he looks wearing his commander uniform, perfectly neat hair style, trimmed to the classic military haircut. the small lamp next to the night-stand reflects on his blue eyes and you like the way they look like they are on fire. like they are on fire because of you. he touches your ribs, the lower of your breasts and you exhale. he has been doing this—hands all over you, but never a further touch—for more than ten minutes now and you barely can stand. your legs shake, your knees are weak. you are so wet that it erwin wanted to solely have you leaning on the wall and slide his cock into you, each centimeter of it, you would take him easily, without a hint of any pain. and, heavens, you are waiting for the minute he will decide to unzip his pants and fuck you dumb. you are about to drool when he puts one of his hands around your upper neck, his index finger touching your soft lips. you poke your tongue out, decided to have at least a taste of his finger. you are desperate for some more. rubbing against his hard dick is no longer enough; having his fingers pinching your nipples is making you feel even more needy. but erwin knows that. he is a smart man and he is doing that for a reason. you cannot see why, for him being always so forward—in normal days, it would take him three minutes to have you all wet and two more to have you moaning and tightening around his cock—but you trust him. you do not need to think when he is around. smith knows what he is doing to you when he grabs your ass and your thigh flesh, making you—finally, as you wished—lean over the wall and put your hands on the mirror. he smirks, staring at your surprised face.
“sorry,” he apologizes, grabbing your ass even stronger. you moan. “you’re making a mess on my pants, girl,” erwin says. he is not angry, you know, but maybe he is a bit annoyed for your cunt being so wet he can feel it on his dick even under a few layers of fabric. “i wonder if you’re going to take care of this later,” he laughs a little. his words might seem a little bit mean, but he is not. erwin is never mean. he is the greatest, the softest, the most careful master you ever had—that is why you fell in love with him even after saying it was not an option, for him being such an important, charming man that no woman could resist. you would be jealous. you are jealous when he is not around, when he says he must meet his other sub, too. it is a part of your agreement to clean the mess you do on his uniform. you are the kinky pervert who wants to take his military clothing off. then, you nod. “i will, sir,” you whisper. oh, yes. you will. happily, thinking about that moment again, waiting eagerly for the next wednesday. he nods, too, holding your neck once more. you continue to roll your hips against his, the fabric stimulating your cunt and clit all at once. “but please, can you fuck me now?”
erwin loves when you ask for him to fuck you. that must be his on his tier list of greatest lines he has ever heard from you. his whole body goes hot as hell and de urge to have you is almost unstoppable. you drive him crazy. and that is all you have to say. “fuck me?” you repeat and he cannot deny it once more. he has been feeling the warmth of your insides for so many minutes and, although he knows it is harder for you, it is not easy for him either. he missed you quite a lot—harms of military—these weeks and every single time he thought about you during the camp had him thinking about how much he wants you. only you. the other sub is no longer his sub because of his impulsive decision to finally make you his woman. he asked for you to test and send him the results, did the same and put a thing on his head. today, he is going to say what he feels about you. no matter what are the odds. good or bad. he loves you. so he holds your body and makes you face him, kissing you deep while his hands travel around your body. you are so beautiful. he does not even need his eyes to be open to remind of every detail of your flesh. adorable girl. you do that thing you always do: smell, kiss, lick and bite his neck, and he goes insane. he is excited, aroused, he wants to have you as soon as possible; he wants to say the words as soon as possible. instead of letting you take his clothes off, erwin quickly gets rid of his uniform. it is all gone in a second and he loves to see the way you look at him, admiring like he is the only man in the world. for your, you are the only possible girl. he knows that now. “i’ll get the—” you start, though he does not let you finish. “forget that. come here and let me feel you, doll,” he commands. once again in front of the mirror, your ass touching his cock, he makes you face it again. “keep your eyes right there,” he says and points to your face. “i’m erwin now, and you are only you, right?” continues erwin. you make the surprised face again when he puts the head of his cock on your cunt, feeling the warmth of it. oh, lord. he is going to die right now. that being the first time in two or more years that he chooses not to wear a condom, it feels totally different. or is it because he finally feels like he is having you entirely? or is it because you said you wanted him to do that at least once, just to quench your curiosity, and by doing what you want he feels entirely yours? each centimeter inside you is like crossing the gates of paradise and, with the sight of your even more surprised and confused expression, he lets out. “i love you. do whatever you want with that info.”
erwin smith x fem!reader. nsfw/dark content. dubcon—somnophilia, fingering, reader sleeps/passes out during sex, creampie, size kink, praise kink, ddlg, lots of erwin referring to himself as 'daddy'.
2.224 words. for the kinkmas collab by @.chikaiomoi <3
When the clock of his phone announces that it is half past eleven in the night, Erwin’s heart jump in his chest. His hands shake, his breathe becomes heavier and his mind has no mercy while showing him a great amount of cruel scenarios of why the fuck you have not messaged or called him, even this being one of the most important rules in your relationship—since you didn’t accepted to leave your apartment and join him on his own, like married, he had to think about ways to be sure you got home safely after your night classes at the university.
You never failed to do it. Not until today, at least. Your classes were to finish before eleven, and by eleven thirty you should be telling him where you were. But the clock slowly says it’s twelve o’clock, another day, and no sign of you.
Erwin fears for you. Knows you’re careful, but how can he feel relaxed when you’re not between his arms, walking alone in the night? A pretty girl like you should just accept his wish to take care of you closer, taking you home without the need to get on the bus and maybe hear some stupid commentaries of men heading home. It is dangerous for you to walk on your own in a not so safe neighborhood like yours; Erwin’s heart fucking hurts thinking about the bad possibilities of why you didn’t talk to him yet.
When it’s half past twelve, the man enters his car and drives to your apartment. Luckily, he has the key—otherwise he would just find a way of getting in without much noise. As the elevator stops on your floor, his chest is filled by a calm sensation. In his stupid anxiety and fear of losing you, he hadn’t the time to think you might just be tired. Perhaps you just fell asleep as soon as you got home, too sleepy for reminding of him.
Smith feels idiot. Sighing, the key in his hand is put into his pocket again whilst he wonders if you’d be angry with his behavior. It’s not possessive, it’s not obsessive; he just wants to take care of his love, but if you get mad at him he might be too sad and God knows he doesn’t need more sorrow in his mind.
You’re probably safe. Quietly sleeping, resting. Maybe even having a good dream. Unlike Erwin, you don’t need him every damn minute to feel better. Turning around to call the elevator once more, his fucking ridiculous mind shows him images of your body holding onto your big pillow. Your silhouette put into the pretty shorts and top tanks he has bought you; your ass up just like you do when you sleep with him in his bed. In a matter of seconds, Erwin’s cock is half hard, his hands are needy for grabbing some flesh other than his thighs and the key opens your door before he can convince himself that when you’re asleep he can’t just fuck you hard like in his thoughts.
Yet Erwin’s not able to stop himself: deep inside the man remembers very well the words you said once, the trigger for his guilty to stop growing and his arousal bigger every second. It’s okay if he enters you room now to use you, isn’t it? You said Daddy has the permission to fuck his girl whenever he wants, so why refrain himself?
The second Smith is inside your bedroom, approaching the mattress where you’re lying down, hugging the pillow very close to the border, almost falling, he knows he chose the right thing to do. You’re fine and, damn it, you are gorgeous. It’s a blessing for him to see you like this. Your cute mouth is parted, your breath is calm. Erwin gets down on his knees to kiss you, just a peck that has you pressing your lips together, and barely keeps himself from waking you up to kiss you harder, until you’re grinding on his thigh and begging for taking some clothes off.
But a single detail makes him a little worried—you look like you’ve been crying. When he looks for, on your nightstand, a notebook is open. A draw, colored with crayons, and thoughts are written. Erwin reads each of them, his throat aching with a knot as he realizes the content of the notebook are nothing but your genuine feelings. Your sadness is put into words; your wish to belong somewhere and to be someone is written in pink pens, surrounded by smiley faces.
Baby has been crying, indeed. Perhaps it is the reason you didn’t called him to a late night call. Sadness has you sleepy, you told once. He feels even more stupid; how could he forget it was a possibility? What kind of caregiver is he if he can’t think you’re just feeling down?
At least, now Daddy’s here with you. You do not know it, deep asleep, but Erwin is going to take care of you. Just fulfill his selfish desire and he’s all yours.
Once more the man feels guilt. Pulling his sweatpants down, it’s noticeable his cock didn’t softened. Does it make him the worse boyfriend ever? The thought of you crying slightly turned him on, yet not crying because of your self esteem issues. Maybe you sobbing while he slides his dick into you now, his length and girth making you gasp and pant with just his tip because you’re so tight, it doesn’t matter you’re fucking wet.
Wrong or not, Erwin doesn’t stop, taking his underwear and shirt off. His hand strokes his cock with gentle moves back and forth, until he’s able to see precum on the tip of it. Leaning down just a little, finding the best way to do what he wants, Erwin sighs when your velvety lips are around his dick, yet just a tiny bit. Pretty baby, you are. Doing so well, even when you’re sleeping.
You don’t move or seem to be bothered by a few centimeters of his erection being in your mouth, so he pushes further, until he can feel your teeth. Fuck, it’s so good. But it’s not enough—Erwin needs to feel more of you.
Carefully, he sits on the bed and takes the shorts out of you, only the white panties left. Your thighs are closed, but there is no problem for him. You move slightly when he turns you around, enough to have you lying down the way he wants to have you—chest to the mattress, ass up, so close…
His hand strokes your thighs and booty with care, his tips worshipping every detail. It is unbelievable for Erwin that his babygirl is such a hot girl. Your smell is fucking great when he puts his head between your legs, nose touching your panties. A sigh leaves his lips and his fingers grab your skin a little too hard, causing you to moan—in pain, probably.
“‘m sorry, princess,” Erwin apologies, but continues squeezing your flesh as the tip of his nose presses your clit. Over the fabric, his lips are against your cunt. “You’re tasty, Daddy loves this pussy, hm?”
Of course, you don’t give him any answer. But Erwin is able to imagine what you’d do: maybe pulling your hips closer, until he’s breathless, whilst your voice says him you’re not. Not that you know about it; baby just needs to understand Daddy will always find you the prettiest and the tastier pussy to bury his fingers, his tongue, his cock, even a vibrator or a dildo if you want to. It’s the best to cum inside, your walls clenching around his throbbing dick as he fills you up.
No wonder you’re addictive.
Erwin pushes your panties’ fabric to the side, exposing your cunt, and touches it. You’re not as wet as usually, for obvious reasons, but it’s enough. His middle finger pushes the muscle until he can curl and touch the tip of it on your insides, rubbing your g-spot. It’s an awkward feeling when you open your eyes slowly, the overwhelming feeling of being finger fucked making you even more sensitive. It hurts so good that you moan low, the right volume for Erwin to doubt if he has heard it right or it was just his imagination.
He continues to press your clit inside you and outside as well, thumb and middle finger making you roll your hips in slight, almost shy moves. Is it Daddy? Is it his touch, just like you begged before crying for minutes and noticing only him would be the right comfort for you? You hadn’t been brave enough to text you wanted Erwin to come over and fuck the sadness away from you, but he came anyway, just as perfect as ever.
“I love Daddy” you babble, with closed eyes, not sure why or if it’s for him. You felt like saying it, that’s all. Sleep has not abandoned you, tiredness of the day hitting you in waves despite the pleasure knot you feel growing in your lower belly. The moves of his fingers stop for a while, until your mind is numb again and Daddy is sure you’re sleeping.
“Love you too, princess,” Erwin murmurs against your inner thigh skin. One lick in your cunt, where his finger was, and he stands up again.
The pillow you were hugging is on the floor, so he catches it to put under your belly, elevating your hips. The panties are thrown to the floor and Erwin almost comes instantly when he bends over to touch the tip of his untouched and needy cock in your cunt, now wet enough for him to stretch your tight walls with no mercy. Erwin groans and holds tight onto your waist as he forces himself into you.
“Fuck, princess’ cunt is always so good, isn’t it?” He mumbles, a frown on his expression. You’re so warm, taking him so well. It’s hard to keep his moves slow, especially when you look back at him, pleading eyes staring at him. “What is it, baby?”
“It’s too much…” You say, squeezing your eyes while you feel his cock centimeter by centimeter fucking you painfully slow. “Can’t take it, Daddy.”
“No, don’t say that,” Erwin strokes your waist and ass. “You’re doing great, Daddy’s cock is almost half into you. Just take a little more, I’ll be so proud of my little girl if you do.”
You only nod, looking at his face again. His hair isn’t done like ever, but a mess of blonde locks falling on his forehead. You have never noticed how long his hair is, during his army vacations. So handsome. You look down to his strong chest, his abs tensed, his v-line attractive as ever. Daddy is so handsome you need to say it once more.
“Love you, Daddy,” you mumble, a cute smile on your face. Erwin can’t help sliding harder into you, his length all buried into your cunt all of sudden. You cry, but not in pain this time. “S-so much, Daddy.”
“I know, princess, Daddy’s too big for that little cunt,” he whispers, starting to move back and forth into you. His tip is so deep inside you that when he places his hand on your belly, he can feel himself. You clench around him, gasping, hand looking for his. When you feel his fingers intertwined with yours, you sigh in relief. “Trust me. I’ll fuck you stupid and it’ll feel so good. Don’t need to worry.”
“Mm, Daddy,” you call him, finding his slow moves too slow. “More.”
Erwin doesn’t need to hear more. His princess wants more of his dick? Take it. He pulls out just to insert his length into you again, the burning in your walls having your moaning loud, sounding like the greatest music ever. Fuck, your pussy is so good, your voice is so pretty, you’re all so perfect for him. Every time he bucks his hips it’s harder, his tip hitting your g-spot multiple times until you’re panting, pressing your fingers against his palms, nails almost hurting him. But it’s pleasurable to see you like this, desperate to feel less, but never being humble enough to give in of the thrusts of his that has your brain cells all cluttered.
You can’t think of anything else but saying ‘Daddy’ with a weak voice and moaning as he fucks you stupid. It’s ridiculous how you notice you do belong somewhere—under Erwin’s touches, especially, while his cock fucks your cunt until you feel like you’re passing out. There’s nothing passionate about the way he rails you, yet you can’t stop thinking of how much you love the man behind you.
Despite your denials, Erwin’s cock is too much for you. Tiredness takes your body and you breath in and out messily, you climax around him, squeezing his dick so hard it’s difficult for him to avoid filling you up—a minute before falling heavily asleep, you feel his warm cum into you, and his fingers helping it not to drool off your pussy.
Slept again, hm? Erwin smiles, embracing you from behind. He uses the blanket to cover the both of you and kisses the top of your head.
portgas d. ace x f!reader. nsfw. blowjob, cursing, trash but need to write.
365 words.
if you used you brain for a couple seconds instead of putting all of your energy into ace, you would notice the man was in fact trying to explain you about the differences of turbo engines. you were the one who asked for him to do so, you were the one who decided to put a car video on the tv behind you. of course, it was quite arousing to make the ambient all car-centered. ace, being as nerd as possible, insanely fascinated by cars, did not complain about your kind of awkward fetish. and there he was, fulfilling your wish. pleasured and unbothered, talking about car engines and turbo stuff while you, kneeling in front of him, eyes wide open to pretend you were paying attention, sucked him off like a little hoe. oh, yes, a dumb little hoe, such a bimbo. "did you get it, babe?" he asked you after finishing the first part, but you did not want to take his dick out of your mouth to answer. instead, you nodded, bobbing your head up and down on his cock. tongue on his glande, sucking kindly; glande touching your throat, heavily breathing. you sure got what he was saying. you just could not repeat with your mouth so full. it would be quite embarrassing to admit you had not paid attention to a single word he said besides when ace took his shirt off, showed his strong arms and abs and said you could make yourself comfortable. "it's a mansplaining in exchange of a blowjob, isn't it?". ace even put a pillow under your knees so you could be a good whore and suck all of his legth while he said everything he had to. and oh, you never felt so pleasured. so aroused. you could feel your panties soaked, so wet it would even go down your inner thighs. it was feeling like paradise: you looked up, passed your tongue around his sensitive dick head and smiled before closing your eyes and having your hair pulled up. ace thrusted his cock into your mouth and you could cry of happiness. felt so good. "next time listen to what i'm saying, hm?"
doflamingo x f!reader. nsfw/dark content. stepcest, somnophilia, implied age gap, degrading nicknames, God mentioned (lol)
1432 words.
The sight of you sleeping did not surprise him—Doflamingo knew you would look like an angel just like in every moment of the day. But looking like this, so close to your face, it only became more visible how much of a silly girl you were. The days were warm, so the nights. Then, instead of wearing your usual pajama set, with pants and a shirt, you replaced it with the prettiest pair of silky shorts and a tank top. You were a little dumb, too, he decided. Even wearing these teasing clothes, you did not lock your bedroom’s door nor covered yourself with a thin blanket. This way, how could he resist? Doflamingo did not look forward the opportunity. It just fell on his lap and he would never deny such thing. It had to be God’s plan or something. He woke up too early to take your mom to the airport and, by the time he came back, he thought you would already be awake. As if he did not know you well—that day being a usual Saturday, you would never wake up before 9am. Doflamingo came in to invite you to take breakfast at the new French bakery you wanted to go, only this. But then the thought of being alone at home with you, a very rare event, hit him and he found himself by your bed’s side, appreciating your figure. You were a cute thing, for God’s sake. Your face was so relaxed. Your mouth was parted, and from time to time you would pout only to separate your lips again. Doflamingo could not stop himself—he put his thumb on your mouth, just like you said once to him you would like for one to do. You were so drunk that day. If Doflamingo was the best of men, guilty would hit him that very moment. He was not, though. So he laughed alone, remembering how he used the fact you almost forgot your name to find out if you were trying to seduce your mom’s husband or it was only his insane mind plotting. Of course, he was right. You admitted, murmuring between shy laughs, that you had been dreaming about having your body used by him in ways you never tried before. Therefore, he was doing nothing wrong. You asked for it. You continued to talk to him teasingly when your woman was not seeing and you felt no shame on calling your girl friends over and make them admit they would do anything to have him as their stepfather. You were silly only for not expecting that he actually would do something to you one day (even though he never thought about really invading your room before that morning). But now he was there and it was the perfect moment to make some of your fantasies come true—and, of course, give him the taste of corrupting a young girl like you. The meal of the gods of lust; the forbidden fruit. He knew you were not a heavy sleeper, so fingers on your lips would be enough to disturb you even a little bit. It was too soft of him, so much unlike him. So weird to notice he was being quite gentle to the girl he absolutely wanted to rail. With a little bit of care, maybe, but rail. Fuck you deep. Put you on your knees and make you gag. Mark your face, your thighs, your ass. Bite your neck, your tits, your nipples; force you to ride him until your strength leaves your body completely and fuck his dick into you even when you lose your ability to talk like a human being. He wanted to leave you on your bed undone, your moans and babbles echoing in his mind as he works out, as he drives, as he talks in the business meeting. You would look so great like this, forgetting your name and remembering only his name. You would call him daddy, perhaps? Lord.
You moved your legs to a very useful position and Doflamingo could not handle the urge anymore. “You asked for it, little whore,” he whispered in your ear, lying down by your side. As expected, you shook your head as if you were annoyed, making noises. “Yeah, don’t mind me,” he continued to whisper. His hands went to your tank top, which covered nothing under your bellybutton, and pulled it up. This time, he could see your eyes opening a little. Not enough to say you were awake, but for sure not asleep anymore. You did not dislike the fact he was roughly rubbing your nipple with his fingers. You did not move his hand away when he decided to check all of you. Like a doll, you stood still as he squeezed your waist, your hips, your thighs. You even moaned when his light fingers passed on your inner thighs, so close to your cunt. Oh, he knew you would let him use you as he wanted when you finally woke up and, instead of screaming and telling him to go away, you only pretended to sleep again. “Good little whore,” he murmured. You hummed back and Doflamingo laughed. So you liked the mean nicknames, hm? “Take that pajama off and be ready to be my breakfast. I came here to take you out. But dressing like a bitch, there is only one thing I can do for you.” Doflamingo took his own clothes off in an instant. His cock was hard since the moment he noticed your parted lips; he needed to touch himself a bit while you slowly tried to take your shorts off. Slow girl, you were. He was not one to blame, it was arousing to see you that sleepy, but he wanted it fast. He held the sides of the short and put it down all at once, panties coming along. You tried to cover yourself, maybe too self-conscious now, yet he did not let you even close your legs. “Keep them open.” He touched your inner thighs, your crotch. Your pubic hair was kind of cute and he appreciated how down there you looked like a grown-up woman already. As if you were not twenty years younger than him. You made some noises when he passed his fingertips on all of you—clit, cunt, ass; you squirmed a little, somewhat annoying but also sexy. Doflamingo’s patience was not big and when he noticed you were wet enough, he pushed two of his fingers into you. “You’re not a virgin, are you?” He asked, hoping for the answer to be no. He wanted you as fuck, but not as your first man. When you shook your head in negative, seeming desperate to his eyes, grabbing your thighs, the man pushed his fingers into you just a couple times—to check if you were from the sensitive ones or you would take him like an expert hoe. God bless. Two tips touching your g spot were good, but not so good you could not take some more. “Great cunt, pretty. Keep those eyes closed, do not say a word and keep those hot legs wide open to me. I won’t say again.” Like a good girl, you obeyed. He was not one to praise, but in his mind he loved your mother for how submissive and servient she raised you. Between your legs, he could see all of you. He could touch your boobs, fuck his finger inside you and press your tongue to make you choke. He could pass the tip of his cock all on you, feeling the wetness that was making him harder every second. A golden opportunity, God bless. Felt like heaven to finally fuck his dick all into you, all at once. No time for you to get used or whatever guys do when they are fucking a young girl. It was about his pleasure, now. Yours was a consequence. You were the perfect doll, the perfect girl to be used. Lord, so tight. So warm. The difference between his fingers and his dick were quite noticeable and, instead of having you taking him quiet, some moves and you were babbling, drooling, rolling eyes back. The little whore was strong, though: Doflamingo felt your hips moving and you squirming hard, squeezing his cock; he heard you begging for more and more and more. And, somehow, he knew you were talking about that not being the single morning that he would have you being fucked by him as a breakfast. God bless.
You should try creating your own characters, If you can write histories, it means you have enough imagination to create the characters.
Maybe, they can have theirs own distrubs, problems, wishes, secrets, demons, sins, mistakes, etc, etc...
i prefer to write with already existing characters :) i do not like creating them. it's not for me. whenever i need to do original pieces they turn to be very badly created and the opposite of deep.
