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mdni +17 content “could it be enough to just float in your orbit?”

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Sex - The 1975

“Does he take care of you? Or could I easily fill his shoes?”

cw: Castiel x Female!reader, yearning, cheating, autistic!Castiel, smut (oral (fem!rec), fingering (fem!rec) p in v, unprotected sex (DO NOT DO THIS), cervix hitting, Castiel has a big dick, squirting, grinding, technically age gap (he’s a zillion years old), reader is mid twenties, Dean cameo, praise kink, dumbification, NOT proofread lol, lmk if i missed any!

wc: 3.2k

a/n: it’s been two years since i wrote smut or fanfiction at all, so please be nice to me.

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Hunting with Sam and Dean was easy, find a case, research it, kill it. That was the routine. Till you met Castiel, the angel you were told pulled Dean from hell.

The first time you met him, was when he told the brothers that Sam’s soul was locked in Lucifer’s cage. Even then you were struck. Something about him was ethereal. Apart from the whole angel thing.

From the moment you met him, the second he looked into your eyes, you knew it wouldn’t end well. Your relationship with your boyfriend, that is.

Over the year Sam was supposed to be in hell. You’d gotten a break like Dean had. You’d gotten a normal job in your hometown, living with your parents, and you ended up with a partner. Parts of you had doubts but you couldn’t care about them. Not when you were happy. Mostly.

He was….good. Stable. Your boyfriend understood your line of work when you had to go back. You told him you’d always be in touch, call him everyday, never let him think you were dead.

That is, till the angel showed up.

Since then you’ve been slacking, texting your boyfriend maybe once a day, no longer updating him on cases, barely letting him know you were doing okay.

Your thoughts were consumed by the angel. Drinks you’d had with him, glances from across the room, subtle brushes of your hands when walking together, everything.

But he never stayed.

You knew about the civil war in heaven. You knew he’d told Dean he would stay if he could. You knew that, so why’d it leave you so empty when he left?

Unbeknownst to you, Castiel was in it worse than you were.

He’d had secret meetings with Dean, trying to crack the code of you. He knew he couldn’t go to Sam, who in their right mind trusts a man with no soul anyways?

Dean had given him advice he didn’t hate the sound of.

“Okay I don’t get it, why can’t you just confess your ‘undying angelic love’ for her to her face?” Dean said with a massive hint of sarcasm.

“But don’t tell her you love her!” Dean said. Castiel tilted his head.

“Girls like that nonchalant type guy, so you keep them on their toes.” Deans smirked.

Though he was an angel, Castiel knew women did not like that.

“She has a partner. You and I both know this, Dean. It would be…against human morals I’ve learned.” Castiel replied, unsure of himself.

“So? When has that ever stopped the guy from getting the girl?” Dean paused and sat down of the other motel bed, “Listen, Cas, I know you can see inside her head and I’m not an idiot, she likes you, we all know that. I say sit her down and have a gentle talk with her about your feelings, like lovesick teenagers,”

That flipped a switch in Castiel’s love-rusted brain. Once Dean had turned around for a beer to once more aid his ever-growing alcoholism, the angel had vanished.

That’s how you ended up here, two weeks later after that final conversation about you, trying too hard to keep yourself from pouncing on the ‘man’.

Right now, he had you cornered.

“Tell me, right now,” he starts. “Does he take care of you, like I do? How easily could I fill his shoes?” he stares, deep into you. waiting for a response. Looking in his eyes you see all of him. All the love and longing built up in his angelic heart. All of it. All for you.

“That’s the problem, Cas! It’d be like he never even existed!” you heave, wanting to sob into his stupid trench coat. “It wouldn’t be fair to him.” you say, meekly. It’s been at least ten minutes of heated conversation. So much for “gentle”.

He’s so close to you. Your bodies inches apart as you almost yell in his face. Tears well up in your eyes, your heart becomes heavier.

“I want you, Cas. So bad it hurts. It does. But…” you trail off. “But what?” he asks you. His hands come up to cradle your face as your tears spill. His thumbs wipes most of them away before they reach your chin.

You’re almost sobbing, not being able to form a morally right response. For a moment you stare into him. A moment that feels like forever. His eyes have met yours with a determined softness. As you see him, he sees all of you.

Watching your lips, he leans in slightly. His face closer than ever. His eyes flicker up to yours, looking for permission. You don’t respond, you can’t. So you close the gap.

You’ve kissed him a couple times before. One time dared by Dean, another time drunk off your ass, the third alone in a motel room. Every time you stopped it before it could go somewhere it couldn’t come back from. Every time you knew it was wrong.

But now? Now nothing matters. Maybe nothing ever did.

This kiss was nothing like the others. It was the past 6 months crashing down over you both like waves. Full of yearning, apologies, and love. But you’re not sure you wanted to admit that last part yet.

“I need to know you want this.”He pulled back to ask in that ever-so-gruff voice of his. “Because I don’t think I can stop once we start.” He needed you, maybe more than you needed him. “Cas, please. Please, baby, I want this, I want you.” you told him.

With that, his mouth was back on yours in a heartbeat. Moving with a newfound confidence that transcended the experience you thought he had. His tongue swiping your bottom lip, asking you to open up for him.

His tongue in your mouth made your knees buckle, almost falling. In an instant, you were picked up off the ground and thrown onto the motel bed. His mouth returned to yours. His hands beginning to roam down your body. Your shoulders, chest, waist, back, hips. He was all over you.

His hands reached the backs of your thighs, moving them to straddle his hips. With that, he ground his growing bulge into your core. Fuck, you hadn’t realized how turned on you were. Castiel felt it too, letting out a loud groan and the feeling of your wetness through your jeans.

He leans back from kissing you to stand up and look at your clothed pussy. His thumb presses into your clit. Your hips jerk but his eyes stay fixated. “I need these off,” he says, bluntly.

“So take ‘em off, baby” you tell him. That’s when he looks at you. Your hair ruffed, lying on the bed propping yourself up on your elbows. Your jeans are off in an instant, leaving you in your soaked panties. You begin to close your thighs, feeling exposed. “No.” Suddenly two, very strong, hands are pinning your thighs apart, putting you on display for him.

He drops to his knees, looking up at you for permission. You nod your head, almost too clouded to think clearly. He licks a stripe up your clothed slit. Entrance to clit. You cover your mouth as you moan, loud. “Don’t do that. I want to hear you, my angel.”

“Let me take these off,” he says as he pulls the elastic of your underwear back and snaps it back. You whimper out a yes, then they’re gone. Pulled off your legs and then stuffed into a pocket of his trench coat. You open your mouth in disbelief. He noticed “I’d like to keep these. A souvenir, if you will.”

He once again, spreads your thighs. Your bare pussy now on display for him. Before you can do anything, he presses a soft kiss to your clit. then begins kitten licking it. Your hands fist the bedsheets as he becomes bolder with his mouth.

Flattening his tongue against your clit then beginning to suck on it. The pressure in your stomach building faster than ever before. Your hands move to his hair and you curl your fingers in it, needing purchase. your hips begin to rock into his mouth, grinding yourself on his tongue. You can’t move very far through, his large hands still pinning you to the bed.

As he’s sucking your clit, you feel a finger swipe through your slick. You barely have time to think before he’s working you open on his finger. It’s not bad of a stretch, but his fingers are much larger than your own. He groans at how tight you are, imagining how you’ll feel around his dick.

Eventually, he stuffs another finger into you. He thrusts his fingers and curls them. Finding your g-spot so quickly you’d think he’d studied your body a thousand times before. You almost scream. He pulls back, worried. “Did I hurt you?” he asks, referring to your scream. “No no, baby,” you breathe out. “Keep going.”

That’s all he needs before diving back into you. Meticulously taking you apart piece by piece. You’d think he’d never have eaten before with how he’s eating your pussy right now. He’s moaning into you as he eats you. Sending vibrations through your clit so frequently your body’s jerking around almost violently.

“Cas!…I’m close..Fuck! Im gonna cum!” you say in between moans. “Please cum, I need to see you, feel you as you do. Please baby.” He saying while sucking you. Half of it coming out muffled and slurred with how drunk he is on your pussy.

Your climax is building fast. A train hurling its way towards you. “Oh fuck! Cas, please!” you yell. He thrusts his fingers harder, curls them more deliberately, sucks your clit more vigorously than before.

“Cas! Oh god….!” Your orgasm hits you hard. Your thighs clenching around his head, suffocating him, if angels can.

As you grind yourself through your climax, he continues stimulating you till you have to push his head away from between your thighs.

Your hands leave his hair as he sits back on his heels. His pupils are blown wide, his hair’s a mess, your slick covers the bottom half of his face. “You’re beautiful..” you whisper. He looks at you in what seems to be disbelief. He stands back up you kiss up your lying figure.

“You are the most gracious, most beautiful woman on this planet. I thought I’d known heaven before, but now I know. It’s here, with you. You are my own personal heaven. My father took his time with you.”

Any doubt you had ever had in your life washed away with his words.

His hands and eyes roam over your body in tandem. Worshipping you. In an instant, your head’s lying against the pillow of the cheap motel bed.

“I want to savor you. To savor this, but…” he pauses, hands moving up under your shirt to cup your breasts through your bra. “I don’t believe it to be within my wits as of now.”

“Castiel, please. I want you, all of you. Don’t hold back, please” you beg him. He leans down, kissing you for the nth time.

“Oh Sweetheart, don’t beg,” he breathes into your open mouth. “I’ll give you want you need.” He pulls you up to take off your shirt, leaving you in your bra. Then even that is gone in a matter of seconds.

He takes you in fully for the first time. Though you see the awe in his eyes, you can’t help but feel….heavy under the weight of his gaze. You move to cover yourself, also taking in how clothed he is.

The minute his angel-brain catches up on your insecurity, he’s gripping your wrists in his hands, holding them to his chest. “No, my angel. I want to see you, I need it.” He releases your hands, his move to your chest once more. Rolling your sensitive buds between his fingers, making you squirm.

He brings his clothed bulge to your soaked, overstimulated pussy. The zipper of his slacks catching your clit just the right way. You paw at his chest, babbling something about how he has too many clothes on. You’re barely understandable but he understands you just fine.

he makes quick work of his tie, trench coat, and blazer. Still managing to grind against you. You bring yourself up to his face to get him to shove his tongue down your throat. Your fingers fumble with his button down, getting annoyed and leaving it half unbuttoned.

“Switch with me, now.” You pull away from him to command. You get up off the bed and lightly shove him down to where you were. Head on the pillow, his thick bulge on full display.

You swing your leg over his lap, your core landing straight onto his. He lets out a loud groan. You have to remind him there’s people next door. His hands fly to your waist when you grind down on him. Back and forth again and again. You’re sure his hands will leave bruises he’ll heal with his grace the next morning.

You sit back on his thighs and he whines. “Wait- baby, what-“ You shush him. Hands trailing down his torso down to his slacks. You grip him through his pants. That gets a reaction from the angel. Rubbing his cock isn’t enough, you need it in you. Now.

You undo his pants and pull down his boxers, his dick springing free, hitting his stomach. The sheer weight of it pulls it down to his stomach. For a moment you can’t do anything but stare. He’s…way bigger than you thought he’d be. You’d think it came straight from a playgirl magazine. You said you wouldn’t compare him to your boyfriend but….there’s no need to say who’s more blessed.

As you move yourself back up to rub your soaked pussy on his cock, his hands move to grip your ass even harder than he did your waist.

The feeling was nothing like you’d ever felt before. You felt every vein of his dick rubbing against your clit. His tip catching it just the right way. He threw his head back, his adam’s apple prominent in his throat. His hands moving you along him just the way you both needed.

“Castiel, let me-“ you lift yourself up a bit, grabbing his dick and lining it up with your entrance.

Sinking down on his cock was better than you ever imagined. The stretch of him burned in the best way. You saw him fight the urge to slam you down his length, opting to move you up and down lightly. You let yourself sink down further, about halfway now. “F-fuck..” you breathe out.

Castiel is seething below you. Watching where the two of you meet through the eyes of a predator. His control, he already said was gone, hanging on my a thread. Your pussy involuntarily squeezes him, his length become too much.

That small squeeze made him tip over the edge. His hands slam you down onto his lap, his cock fully seated inside of you. You almost scream, covering your mouth a little too late. Fuck, if you thought it was too much before, now? Now he’s hitting your cervix just by existing.

“Hold on- let me adjust, baby” you breathlessly tell him. He’s slowing grinding up into you from

below. His hand moves so he can rub your clit with his thumb. His other moving to grope your chest.

You move up, just a few inches, and put yourself back down. His body tightens up for a second, feeling your walls for the very first time.

You settle in to a slow-ish rhythm. It’s not on purpose, you’d go faster, harder, if you could. But he’s so big, he’s making your legs shake with every movement. His thumb still rubbing circles on your clit.

After a while of this, you fall forward onto him, unable to keep going after you fucked yourself dumb on his dick. “Cas, please-“ Your hands come to cradle his face in front of yours, kissing him. “What do you want me to do?” he asks in between kissing you.

“P-prop your legs up,” you tell him. You move yourself up once more, just a bit. “Now fuck me,” you whisper in his ear.

That ignites something in him. His hands move to your waist. His hips meet yours in a brutal thrust. His balls slapping your ass. Your clit hitting his pelvis.

You scream, suddenly forgetting the people next door. Your hands burrow in his hair and your face dives into his neck. The pressure of his dick dragging against your walls was driving you insane, making you go stupid on his cock as his thrusts make your whole body shake.

Suddenly he pulls out and shoves you down on the bed, now on top of you. He pushes your knees up to your chest and pushes himself back in.

He immediately hits your g-spot. A cry tearing through you. He stills for a second, analyzing you then starts bullying that spot inside of you. His hand moves to rub your clit once more, adding to the endless pleasure. You don’t think you could form a proper sentence if you tired. Your world shrinking down to just him.

“You like that, my angel? You like going dumb on my cock?” he asks.

Where the fuck did he learn to say that!? you distantly think.

You nod frantically, tears stinging in your eyes. “Cas! I’m close-“

“Call me by my name, then you can cum.” he demands.

“Cas-“ you begin.

“My real name,” He punctuates with three very hard thrusts, your ass is sure to be bruised.

“Castiel! Please let me cum, i need it!-“ His thumb presses harder on your clit. “Then cum.” he commands. Waves crash over you hard, screaming his name as you climax. Squeezing him tighter and tighter.

But Cas? He doesn’t slow down. Doesn’t stop. He keeps hitting every spot. It’s too much, you can’t take it.

“Castiel, I-I cant-“ you plead with the angel.

“Yes, you can, sweetheart. I couldn’t have you for months, you think i’m only making you cum twice?” He tells you.

“It feels weird- like i’m gonna p-pee,” you barely say.

His response? He presses down on your lower stomach. Making you feel all of him. Tears run like rivers down your face at the pleasure.

“I’m close, my angel.” You can hear him breaking down, feel his thrusts getting more erratic by the second.

The feeling doesn’t stop, it intensifies furthermore.

“I’m gonna-!” You barely get to announce it before you’re squirting all over his cock and lower stomach, soaking him.

Your release triggers his own. Hot, white spurts of cum painting your walls throughly.

He collapses next to you, breathing harder than any angel should.

He calls your name, moving himself closer to you. “I love you” he says while stroking your hair. You look back at him, not sure what your face says.

It must not be comforting because he looks panicked. You lean up to kiss him. “I love you too” You tell him. His face softens into that of a lovestruck man.

He tucks your hair behind your ear. “Dean said I shouldn’t tell you, but I can’t help myself.”

“Well Dean is an idiot,” you whisper back to him, kissing him once more.

Castiel leaves the bed to go get you a wet towel from the motel bathroom. He wipes between your thighs, careful not to touch your sore, aching core.

He crawls back up next to you, kiss your head as you drift off to sleep.

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Omg did u delete all ur old stuff?

i just archived it, but if you want it put back up i’ll do that!

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reminder that daddy kinks can be horrendous triggers for some people and that putting them in the warnings before fics is a great idea! (i’m looking at you, logan howlett writers)

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"That Boy is A Monster" - Luke Castellan x Ares!Fem!Reader

Content Warnings - hate sex, oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), making out/kissing, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it), cream pie, Luke is an asshole, cursing, some angst, Luke is a bitch, Luke is probably very ooc, use of y/n, lmk if I missed anything!

y'all don't be mad at me if Luke is extremely out of character, Ive only watched to movies and tv show 😭

lowercase bc I'm lazy

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You sat across from him at the dinner tables. you knew you shouldn't have dated within your own friend group. now you have to sit across from the worst man ever for another two months. you were zoned out completely, tuning everything around you out, until.... "do you have anything, y/n?" you head snapped up to look at the person talking to you. you could barely hear but knew it was a boy. looking around you see that its Percy, the newest kid here. "huh? what?" you asked, not knowing what he was talking about.

"do you have any advice relating to camp?" Percy asked you. you looked around and thought for a minute. "one, don't start shit if you can't end it and two, don't date." you shot Luke a sharp look after speaking, but he was already looking at you. you scanned over his face, looking at his smug expression. you hated him. you were 99% sure Percy didn't know about you and Lukes history together and you planned to keep it that way.

you finished your dinner and went back to your cabin, you had found a new book recently that you'd been enjoying. surprisingly you were the only one in the cabin. you walked to your bed to grab the book but it wasn't there. "where the hell is it?" you mumbled to yourself. you tore up your bed sheets looking for it but still couldn't find where you'd put it. "looking for something?" a familiar voice calls out to you, Luke. you tuned to look at him and there he was, book in hand, leaning against the cabin door frame, looking horrifyingly beautiful. "give it back." you demanded. "woah easy, girl" he said, his low voice vibrated through you head like a melody. you hated him so much but god was he beautiful.

"Luke, give it back now." you harshly said. you hadn't talked to him since your break up a year ago. he stood up straight, no longer leaning. "you know, I think Chiron would be pretty upset if I showed him that you had a book like this tucked under your pillow." he said, flipping through the pages. he began walking towards you, his face coming more into view. he got dangerously close to you, about half an arms length away. you looked up at him, "give me my fucking book back, Luke." you couldn't tell if you wanted to punch him in his fucking face or sit on his lap and aggressively make out with him.

"why does someone so pretty have to be such a bitch?" he softly said, reaching a hand up to tuck your hair behind you ear. his words angered you and turned you on at the same time. a million emotions raced though your head. "is there something else you want, Luke?" you asked him as if you didn't know. "oh I think we both know what I want." he tossed the book to the floor and placed his hands on your hips, tugging them closer to him.

your faces were merely inches apart, you could feel his breath against your face. your arms wrapped around his neck. "gods I fucking hate you." your lips smashed onto his. he immediately kissed back. you sat down on your bed dragging him with you, leaving him onto of you.

his tounge explored you mouth like it had many times before. his hands were moving all across your body. your thighs, waist, chest, face, nothing was left untouched. he pulled away from you for air. "you sure?" he put his lips back on yours, harsher than before. his knee moved to part your legs and rub your, now sensitive, clit. the friction made you moan into his mouth. but it wasn't enough for him. he rubbed his knee harder on you, pulling away from your mouth to watch your face.

your hands gripped onto his arms and you threw you head back. you were so sensitive, too sensitive. it had been too long. his knee stopped moving but kept the same amount of pressure. "Luke.." you begged. almost like he didn't hear you, his hands moved up to grope your chest. your hips bucked against his knee, it was agonizing. "tell me what you want." he demanded. "you know what I want." you told him, too embarrassed to say what your truly wanted, his mouth on your pussy.

"do it or I'm walking out." he threatened. you questioned why you even wanted him to stay in the first place. "Luke, please.." you begged "please what?" he knew what he was doing, the smirk on his face was proof. "please eat me out...." you whispered. "sorry what way that?" you show him a look then repeated a little louder. "please eat me out." it was barely above a whisper. "one more time?" he teased. "Luke." gods he was annoying. "okay okay" he said as if he actually cared.

He removed his knee from between your legs, you whined at the loss. he moved down the bed to he could take of your jeans. you lifted your ass up so he could get them off. you didn't realize till the cold air hit that he'd taken off you underwear as well. he spread your legs, taking in the view of your soaked cunt. "You know, for someone who hates me, you're awfully wet." you muttered a quick "fuck off" but he didn't say anything. instead, his head dipped down to your cunt, licking a long stripe up and landing on your clit.

his warm mouth enveloped your clit. you moaned way too loud for your liking. he began sucking, and gods was he good at it. he knew you inside and out, it was almost concerning how much he remembered. He moved down to tongue fuck your cunt. His long was long and thick. It made your toes curl and your hands moved to grip his curls.

He pulled away for a second, which felt like days, but your cunt was soon filled again with his long fingers. He solid them in without warning. He paused to let you adjust a bit. His fingers started at a fast pace, barely giving you room to breathe. Your moans got louder by the second. He looked proud when you saw his face.

He moved back down to suck your clit. It was too much. Your back arched so much it hurt. Your fingers tugged harshly on his hair and you heard him moan. “Did you just fucking moan?” You asked, voice breaking and moaning after each word. “Shut up” he mumbled, his voice sending vibrations straight to your clit.

Your moans and pleads echoed throughout the Ares cabin. Gods you were lucky no one was in here. A tight coil started to form in your stomach. He had turned you into a moaning mass at this point. All you could say was his name. Repeating it over and over and over again.

The coil was getting so tight, too tight. “Please.. don’t stop..!” You begged. He looked up at you for a second and somehow his fingers went faster. You almost screamed. You were so close. He kept going until it snapped. Your toes curled and you back arched. You screamed and shoved his head into your pussy. Your hands griped his hair so hard you swear you pulled out a few strands.

He sat back up and you could see in the yellow light that his face was absolutely drenched. “Holy shit, I-I’m sorry” you breathed heavily, still coming down from your high. You didn’t know you were apologizing but you did anyways. “Don’t worry” he chuckled, “this is the best part.” He said. You blushed a faint red.

You closed your eyes to focus on your breathing.After a couple seconds, you heard him unbuckle his belt. You opened your eyes. He pulled his pants and boxers down at the same time. His dick was fully hard and sprung out of its its confinement.

His left hand pumped his cock slowly while his right spread your legs farther apart. He maneuvered you body to your knees being by your head. He guided his cock to your hole, his tip prodding at you entrance. “Is this still okay?” He asked. You nodded your head.

He slid in and stoped. His tip was the only thing in you but you felt so full. He continued pushing himself in. His girth was already to much. He bottomed out inside you and gave you time to adjust. Your nails dug crescent moons into his upper arms.

He began to move slowly inside you. You both had breathy moans coming out of your mouths. “Luke..! Please…” you wanted him to go faster. He knew what you wanted. He knew everything you want from him when it came to sex. He picked up his pace and leaned his body into yours.

His groans and moans were almost as loud as yours. Your brain was going numb. His dick going in and out of you at such a fast pace was godly. He paused to readjust himself. You whined and begged for him to keep going.

He started again but he was harsher. His hips snapped into yours. Your moans were music to his ears. He angled his hips up and he found your g-spot. Your screamed. You didn’t know how to react to it. He looked shocked for a moment but started up again. He made it his mission to hit your spot with every thrust. It was too much. The overstimulation felt so good and bad all at once.

“Holy fuck..” he moaned. You cunt righted on him. You were so close. His cock continued to ram in and out of you at an impossible pace. You could tell he was getting close. His thrusts got sloppier and his moans got louder. His hands gripped tightly to the headboard and you hips and his eyebrows furrowed .

“Y-y/n fuck…” he groaned. You both were so close. You were a moaning mess. The only thing you could think about was him and his cock fucking into you.

You came with a scream. You clamped down on his cock and he came too. He thrusted softly a few more times then pulled out. You both sat there heavily breathing trying to calm down. he sat back and spread your pussy to watch the mix of cum seep out of you. his face was unreadable.

He walked off and got a towel. He cleaned you off and put your underwear back on. “Don’t tell anyone about this” he didn’t even look you in the eyes. He just walked off. He left you there. Trying to figure out why the fuck you just did that.

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Office hours - Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader

Cw: mean! Miguel, fang kink, overstimulation, rough sex, slight CNC, degradation, public sex sorta, reader is fucked over a desk?, office sex

(Thank you so much for all the love of the last one,

I didn’t think anyone would see it,

Again, please request things!

Not proof read )

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You were finishing up paper work for your boss for the new deal he’d made with another company when you got a call.

“Miss. L/n? Mr. O’Hara is requesting you to his office. He says it is urgent. Please come down here.” The voice said. You paper clipped the papers together and walked up to his office.

“I was going to visit him anyway to give these to him but what does he want with me?” You thought. Just as the elevator doors opened, you could hear Mr. O’Hara yelling at someone and then sent them out of the room.

You walked past them on your way and they whispered “good luck” to you in a shaky voice. You approached the door and knocked. “Who is it?” Your boss said in a raspy voice.

“It’s y/n, sir. You asked for me?” You only heard footsteps coming towards the door when it suddenly flew open. There stood you boss, looming over you with his built figure.

“Get in” he told you, you stepped in. You watched him as he sat down In his chair looking stressed. “Are you doing alright, sir?” You asked in a sweet tone, not wanting to upset him further.

He looked even more stressed after you talked to him. You walked over to him but he turned his chair around before you could see him fully. “Mr. O’Hara what is wrong?” You walked to right in front of him.

You saw him, sitting in his chair with the biggest bulge you’ve ever seen. “O-oh” you let out. “I’ll get going, sir” you tried walking away but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to his lap, sitting you down on it.

His bulge was sitting right up against your pussy. You let out a whine and he rocked your hips back and forth. “Y/n, let me fuck you, I need to” he moaned into your ear.

“Fuck” you breathed out. “Yes” you told him. In an instant, he had shoved everything off of his desk and had slammed you onto it. You looked back him and he was squatting down to your pussy.

His pulled your panties clean off and threw them somewhere in the room. He licked a stripe up your cunt and stood up. Leavening you with need.

You heard him unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down. He slapped the tip of his cock against your hole. “Beg for it” he demanded.

“Wha-” you tried to say before he slammed his hand down on your ass. You let out a choked moan. “I said, beg for it” he told you again. Landing another hit onto your ass.

“Please, sir” you let out. “Oh baby, your gonna have to do better than that” he said, leaning down to your ear. “Please, sir. I can’t take it anymore. I want you, I need you” you moaned out.

Without saying anything, he slammed his dick into you and started moving. The stretch was almost unbearable. He was moving at a rough pace while watching you squirm.

“Ya like that? Is that good enough for you, slut?” He asked. His voices never cracked besides him being buried in your cunt. You gave a nod. You could feel him so deep Inside of you.

He was fucking you dumb on his cock. The only thing you could think of was his dick, hitting your cervix with every thrust. He hit your ass again. “Answer me bitch!” He yelled. “Y-yes!” You almost screamed.

He kept fucking into you until there was a knock at the door. “What do you want?” You yelled out. He stopped fucking you and put his hand over your mouth.

“Mr. O’Hara I needed to drop off the papers!” The person said back. Miguel had started to slowly thrust into you. “Give them to my secretary!” He said, anger in his voice.

You could feel your orgasm building fast. Miguel started to thrust quicker. You let out a muffed moan. “Is everything alright in there, sir?” The person sounded worried.

“Everything is fine now get out!” He yelled. “Are you sure? Miss. Y/n isn’t at her desk and-“ “GET OUT” he told him once again. The person left and Miguel started going faster than before.

You orgasm was building up so quick. “Miguel! Fuck!” You screamed. “Shit” he breathed out, “ do that again” he whispered. “Miguel..” you whimpered out.

You were so close to your orgasm it hurt. You brought a hand down to rub your clit and he slapped it away, replacing it with his own.

Your orgasm crashed down like a wave. You tightened down on Miguel and he stopped for a moment before he sat back down on his chair and slammed you down onto his cock once more.

He had both hands on your boobs as he ripped open your dress shirt and bra. He hands moved to fondle your boobs as he was still fucking up into you.

Your brain was turning into much at the overstimulation. One of Miguel’s hands had stopped squeezing your chest and was brought down to run your Clit again.

“Your so tight around me, love” he told you. His voice was almost sending you over the edge. It was so smooth and seductive.

You felt his cock twitch inside of you, signaling that he was close. “Fuck, baby” he moaned. You leaned into him and he rested his head into your neck.

He took his hand away from you chest and pulled your shirt collar off you your neck. You could feel his and your orgasm approaching. This one feeling better than the last.

He sunk his fangs into your shoulder and that sent you over the edge. You squeezed him tightly and you felt him cum inside of you. “Jesus Christ, y/n” he breathed out.

“Your buying me a new uniform, I swear to god” you told him. “Yeah yeah whatever” he brought you to the bathroom in his office and got you cleaned up.

“You should get angry more often” you told him.

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Please - Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader

Cw: switch Miguel, switch y/n, begging, rough sex, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, hair pulling, overstimulation, pussy drunk! Miguel, cock drunk! Y/n, name calling (baby, Amor, etc), size difference/kink, man handling.

(First post wow. Idk why i didn’t write smut for him sooner.

Pls request shit, I have nothing to do in the summer.)

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It had been about a week since you had figured out that Miguel O’Hara, your boyfriend, was Spider-Man. You were so angry, he’d leave you in the middle of the night to go fight crime and wouldn’t be back until 6am in the morning.

He’d come home bruised and limping and never told you why. He had you worried day and night he was getting himself into trouble. You hadn’t talked to him since you found out. You could see the desperation in his eyes any time he’d try and talk to you but was turned down immediately.

You were In the kitchen, cooking dinner when you heard the door open. Miguel didn’t get off work until 9:00pm so you wondered who it was. You walked to the door expecting an intruder, but low and behold, it was your boyfriend.

You turned back around and walked to the kitchen. “Amor, please! Talk to me!” He cried. “Why would I?” You asked him. “You waited till now to tell me that you of all people are Spider-Man! You left me in the middle of the night with no explanation. I was so fucking worried about you when you came home with bruises all over you!”

“Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want you to leave!” He was behind you at this point. He put his bulky arms around your waist and lowered his head to you neck. “Is there any way I can make it up to you? I’ll do anything.” He whispered into your neck.

You could feel yourself growing hot at the contact, along with not talking, you two also haven’t had sex in a week. It was brutal. “What do you think you can do for me?” You asked him, still stirring the pot of soup your making.

He was silent for a minute until he finally said something, “please let me eat you out, please” he whined in your ear. “I’ll do anything, please let me do this” your cunt felt hot, so hot.

You turned off the heat for the soup and turned to look at him. You have him a look of ‘follow me’ and walked to the bedroom. He followed happily behind you.

You walked into the room and took your shorts off and crawled onto the bed. You leaned your back on the stacked pillows and put your knees in the air, spreading your legs for Miguel’s view.

Miguel looked at you like a man starved, he looked like he was ready to pounce onto you. Instead, he crawled to in between your legs and looked at you. “Go ahead” you told him.

Without a second to waste, you panties were ripped off and he was attacking your clit. His tongue was so skilled. The stimulation sent bolts of pleasure through your entire body.

You were so lost in the pleasure that you didn’t notice his hand creeping up to your cunt. Before you knew it, he had two fingers up your cunt while sucking on your clit.

Your hands flew to his hair, gripping it like you were going to rip it out. Miguel let out a moan directly onto your clit, vibrating it for a second. You grabbed his hair harder and he moaned again.

He added another finger into you, finger fucking your with three now. You could feel yourself growing close. Your were getting so loud, the neighbors definitely hated you by now.

“Miguel I’m gonna-” you were cut off by him going faster, sucking and licking your clit harder. Your were screaming. Your orgasm hit you like a truck. You expected him to stop but he kept his hard and fast pace.

He was overstimulating you to the point your screaming his name and mindless babble. Your entire sense shrunk down to his tongue and fingers. You could feel your second orgasm building.

“Fuck Miguel!” You moaned out. You started grinding your pussy onto his face, trying to make your orgasm come quicker. Your were so close to cumming, you and Miguel knew it. He kept at it until you came a second. This one better than the last.

Your thighs wrapped around his head as he walked you through your orgasm. Once your climax finished, he pushed your thighs off you his head and sat up on his knees. “Miguel..” he looked at you, “please Miguel, fuck me” you told him.

“How badly do you want me too?” He asked. “Please Miguel, I need you to fuck my pussy into mush. Fuck me so hard I don’t even know my own name. Destroy my fucking legs, please.” You looked down at his sick and saw him so hard his was almost busting through his pants.

You ran your hand over his clothed cock and he whined at the contact. “D-don’t do that, y/n.” He told you. “Why not?” You asked him, a cocky tone in your voice.

Without saying a word, he flipped you onto your stomach, putting a pillow underneath your hips, leaving your bare ass in the air. He pressed his bulge onto you Ass and moaned.

“Because I can’t hold back” you heard him stand up and take off his clothes. The only thing you had on currently was one of his baggy t-shirts with not bra underneath.

He got back on the bed and lined himself up with your pussy. In an instant, he shoved his cock inside you with no warning. You screamed out, “Miguel! Fuck!”

He began pounding into you at a fast pace, fucking you into the bed. He put his hands by your head. You were still sensitive from your first two highs your could barely think.

You were grabbing the pillow in front of you for dear life. Your knuckles turning white. He was going so fast your couldn’t think. The only thing your could tell, was that he was holding back.

“How’s that for you?” He asked. “Don’t….” You barely get words out. “Don’t restrain yourself….” You whined out. He was quiet for a second. Then you felt him go impossibly faster. He was so deep in your cunt your couldn’t even think.

He was getting close and you could tell, his dick twitching inside of you. “Mi amor.. please, let me cum inside, I need to” he moaned out. You couldn’t form words anymore so you just nodded. He threw his head back and moaned.

“I’m fucking a baby into you, fuck, I need to, Need to cum deep inside you” he whispered. You could only moan in response. Both of you were almost there, almost to your breaking points.

His thrusts were getting uncoordinated and sloppy. He brought a hand down to rub your clit, making you squeeze around him. That was enough to send both of you to the edge.

He moaned into your ear as he came, still shallow thrusting inside of you. He eventually pulled out and watched his cum drip out. He pushed it all back in with his fingers.

He went into the bathroom and go a wet towel to clean you and him off. After that, he laid down next to you. “I’m sorry I-” you cut him off and kissed him. “I love you” you told him.

“I love you too” he said back