Title: Burning Shame
Fandom: Fairy Tail
Pairing: Natsu Dragneel x Female Reader
Genre: Smut (outdoor sex, humiliation, reckless passion, battle aftermath)
Summary: The battle isn’t the only thing that leaves you breathless. Under the stars, Natsu claims you recklessly against the ruins, humiliation and raw desire tangled in every thrust and every cry he forces from you.
SMUT WARNING!!! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!!!
The battlefield still stank of smoke and scorched earth, magic crackling in the night air where flames had licked across shattered stone. Natsu’s chest heaved as he stood before you, wild-eyed, hair damp with sweat, body radiating heat like a furnace. You should’ve been focused on the aftermath of the fight, but all you could feel was the raw thrum of his magic still pulsing in your bones, the way his gaze devoured you as though victory wasn’t enough.
“You look at me like that again,” he growled, voice rough with adrenaline, “and I’m not waiting until we get back.”
Before you could answer, he had you pinned against the ruined wall of a collapsed building, the bricks warm beneath your back, his mouth crashing down on yours with the same reckless hunger he fought with. His kiss was messy, teeth clashing, tongue forcing its way in, his growl vibrating against your lips.
You gasped when he tore at your clothes with impatient hands, tugging until fabric ripped, leaving you exposed under the moonlight. The cool night air kissed your bare skin just as his hot palms claimed it, rough calluses scraping your thighs as he shoved them apart.
“N-Natsu—someone could see—” you stammered, breathless, shame and desire tangling until your voice broke.
“Let ‘em,” he snarled, dragging his cock free, already hard and throbbing, the tip smearing precum against your entrance as he ground against you. His grin was sharp, feral. “They’ll see who you belong to.”
Then he thrust into you in one brutal stroke, forcing a cry from your throat that echoed across the empty street.
“Ahhhhnnn—!”
Your nails dug into his shoulders as he fucked you hard against the wall, each thrust slamming through you with reckless rhythm, the sound of skin meeting skin drowned only by your shameless moans. His flames licked faintly around his body, the heat of them brushing your skin, singeing the air, as if even his magic couldn’t contain itself when he had you like this.
“Loud already,” he rasped, teeth nipping your ear before dragging down your throat. “I like it. Scream for me. Let the whole guild hear you.”
Humiliation burned bright in your cheeks as your cries spilled free, high-pitched, broken, impossible to hold back while he pounded into you mercilessly. His laugh rumbled low in his chest at the way your body betrayed you, clenching tight around him, dripping down your thighs.
He hooked your leg over his arm, driving deeper, hitting that spot that made you see stars, your head falling back against the wall with a strangled sob.
“Fuck—you feel too good—” Natsu groaned, hips slamming harder, faster, his hot breath searing your ear. “Say it. Say you love when I use you out here.”
“Y-yes! I love it—I love it—please don’t stop—” you cried, tears streaking down your cheeks as your body writhed under the assault.
His mouth claimed yours again, swallowing your broken moans as your climax tore through you, violent and shattering, your body convulsing around his cock. He roared your name into the night as he followed, thrusting deep and spilling inside you, grinding through the aftershocks until you were trembling, spent, humiliated, and utterly his.
When he finally pulled back, sweat dripping from his brow, he smirked down at you, cock still half-hard against your thigh.
“Stars look better when you’re screaming under me,” he said, before pinning you harder to the wall. “And I’m not finished showing you.”
Title: On Your Knees
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Pairing: Stefan Salvatore x Female Reader
Genre: Smut (oral sex, punishment, discipline, tenderness & dominance)
Summary: Stefan doesn’t let disobedience slide. Bound and spread open, you’re punished with his mouth—sometimes tender, sometimes merciless—until you learn the lesson carved into every trembling climax he forces from you.
SMUT WARNING! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!
The boarding house was silent but for the heavy sound of your breathing and the deliberate click of Stefan’s shoes on the floorboards. His eyes pinned you in place—green, dark with the kind of focus that left no room for escape. He stood before you, arms folded, shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, the picture of calm control, though the tension rolling off him was anything but.
“You thought you could defy me,” Stefan said, voice velvet steel, neither raised nor hurried. “You thought I wouldn’t notice.”
Your lips parted to protest, but he silenced you with a raised hand. “No excuses.” His gaze flicked over you, lingering on the way you squirmed in the chair he’d placed you in, wrists bound loosely with his tie, ankles spread and locked by his knees braced on either side. “Tonight, you learn what disobedience earns you.”
He sank to his knees in front of you, fingers ghosting up your thighs, light as a whisper until they reached the edge of your skirt. “Punishment,” he murmured, “with pleasure sharp enough to make you regret your arrogance.”
His mouth descended slowly, lips brushing your inner thigh, the scrape of his fangs a deliberate tease. You jolted when his breath warmed over your soaked panties, your hips twitching upward instinctively. Stefan smirked against the fabric. “Already desperate, and I haven’t even started.”
With deliberate patience, he dragged your panties aside and pressed the faintest kiss to your clit. The tenderness of it burned more than cruelty. He kissed again, slow, reverent, then licked a long stripe down your slit, his tongue soft, savoring. A moan broke from your throat, needy and high.
“That’s not begging,” he said, pulling back, his lips glistening with your slick. “That’s indulgence. Punishment means restraint.”
He leaned back in, mouth closing around your clit, sucking just hard enough to make your back arch. Then—he stopped. Completely. He sat back on his heels, eyes locked on yours, his hands firm on your thighs keeping you open while your hips writhed uselessly.
“Stefan—please—” you gasped.
“Not good enough.” His voice was darker now, edged with command. “Beg like you mean it.”
You whimpered, shame and need tangling, the ropes of his control tightening invisibly around you. “Please, Stefan, I’ll do anything, just—please let me come.”
His smirk softened into something dangerous, something fond. He bent back down, this time devouring you. His tongue flicked mercilessly over your clit, his mouth sucking, worshiping, punishing all at once. He groaned into you, the sound vibrating through your body until you screamed, your thighs clenching around his head, bound wrists straining against the tie.
The orgasm hit you like a wave, violent, shuddering, wracking you with sobs as he licked and sucked through every convulsion. He didn’t stop—didn’t give you reprieve—his hands pinning you down, tongue relentless as he pushed you into overstimulation, tears slipping hot down your cheeks.
“Too much?” he asked when you screamed his name again, voice tight with another climax building. He kissed your thigh, gentle as a lover, before plunging back between your legs like a master punishing his wayward student. “Good. You’ll learn.”
You broke again, body shaking, pleasure and punishment blurred into one as Stefan swallowed every drop of your ruin like it belonged to him. And when you sagged against the chair, trembling, spent, his lips brushed yours in a kiss so tender it contradicted the cruelty of his discipline.
“Remember this,” Stefan whispered against your mouth. “Every time you disobey, I’ll put you back in your place. On your knees. Or with me on mine.”
Title: Burn For Me
Fandom: Resident Evil (Games)
Pairing: Chris Redfield x Female Reader
Genre: Smut (finger sucking, wax play, rough intensity, sensory control)
Summary: Chris doesn’t hold back—his fingers in your mouth, hot wax dripping over your body, growls rattling through your chest. Rough and relentless, he drags every sound, every climax out of you until you’re marked as his.
SMUT WARNIG! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!
The motel room was suffocatingly hot, the thin curtains drawn tight, the only light coming from the amber glow of the candle Chris had set on the nightstand. Its flame bent and flickered, waiting to be turned into something more than just ambiance. He stood over you like a wall of muscle and intent, shirt discarded, veins roped in his forearms as he pinned you down to the creaking mattress with nothing but his weight and his stare.
“Open,” he growled, voice a gravelled order you couldn’t disobey.
Your lips parted and his thick fingers pushed past them, two knuckles deep on the first thrust, his calloused skin scraping your tongue. His eyes never left yours as he shoved deeper, thumb pressing under your jaw until your mouth stretched around the intrusion.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Chris muttered, watching your cheeks hollow as you sucked. “Get ‘em nice and wet.” His free hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise when you gagged softly around his fingers, the sound making him groan low in his chest. He pumped them in and out of your mouth like he would his cock, using you, stretching you, saliva slicking your chin.
When he finally pulled them free with a wet pop, a strand of spit clung from your lips to his hand. He smeared it across your cheek, then down to your throat, marking you with it.
“You’ll take everything I give you tonight,” he said, lighting catching in his eyes, “and you’ll thank me for it.”
The candle was in his hand before you could breathe, wax pooling at the top. He held it above your chest, tilting slowly until a single drop fell—scalding heat splattering over your skin.
“Ahhhhnn—fuck!” you cried out, back arching, the sting sharp then giving way to a throbbing pleasure that pulsed through your nipples, your stomach, down between your thighs.
Chris chuckled darkly, leaning close enough that his breath grazed your ear. “Hurts, doesn’t it? Hurts good.”
Another drop fell, then another, then a stream—hot rivulets trailing down your stomach, dripping into the valley of your breasts, solidifying against sweat-slick flesh. You writhed beneath him, crying out with each hiss of wax, every nerve lit with fire.
His fingers were back in your mouth instantly, stuffing your cries into gagged moans. He worked them against your tongue as molten lines dripped over your ribs, down your navel, dangerously close to your clit. You whimpered around his hand, hips bucking helplessly, tears pricking your lashes as the burn made your cunt clench empty.
Chris pulled his hand away just long enough to shove his spit-slick fingers down between your legs, pressing them against your soaked folds.
“Goddamn—already dripping for me,” he groaned, circling your clit before thrusting two fingers inside, the same ones you’d been sucking raw moments earlier. The stretch was brutal, his pace relentless, fucking you open while the last drops of wax hardened against your stomach.
Your screams were muffled by his mouth now, Chris devouring every sound in a punishing kiss, his tongue dominating yours while his fingers pistoned in and out of your cunt, rough and wet and merciless.
“You taste like sin,” he growled against your lips, curling his fingers just right until your thighs shook violently. His other hand smeared the cooling wax across your skin, grinding it against your nerves to make you whimper louder.
The coil snapped suddenly, violently, your orgasm tearing you apart with a scream swallowed into his kiss, your body shuddering under him, slick soaking his hand. Chris didn’t stop, didn’t slow, fucking you through the climax, growling into your mouth as though dragging every last drop of pleasure out of you was his mission.
When you finally collapsed, trembling, spent, he licked his fingers clean with a wolfish grin before shoving them back into your mouth.
“Don’t think we’re done,” Chris rasped, eyes burning as he reached for the candle again. “We’re just getting started.”
