16 - Live Out A Dream || Demon!Kyojuro Rengoku X Fem!reader

𝓓𝓪𝔂 16 - Live Out A Dream || demon!Kyojuro Rengoku x fem!reader

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Summary: Despite the fact that he is no longer who he used to be, your dear Kyojuro visits you late at night.

Warnings: Smut

Word count: 1088

Author: Cass

A/N: the prompt for today is: Demon Sex Rengoku I had in mind while writing this.

It was normal for people to leave the Demon Slayer Corps. Some of the slayers left because of health problems, injuries, or were forced to leave by death itself.

Hashiras weren't usually seen leaving with demons, but your master left with one. 

Kyojuro Rengoku was more than just your master; he was also your lover. The pain might have been doubled because of that.

His actions were unexpected. As a man of honor, he always put others' safety before his own, so why would he do such a thing? His wounds or all the blood he lost may have prompted him to do this.

All those questions were on your mind after you saw him leaving with the demon.

The results of a Mugen Train were many people saved, broken hearts, and a traitorous Hashira.

With a heavy heart, you chose to remain a Hashira of Demon Slayer Corp; you were no longer an apprentice. You were always wondering if your former Master would cross paths with you again.

Many missions were sent to you, some more challenging than others, but the most recent was the most challenging. Due to that, you were sent back to your estate to rest before being called upon again.

Unlike any other night before, this one was completely hellish; nightmares and anxiety were constantly bombarding your consciousness; not even nights where you were recovering from deep wounds were as difficult as this one.

Tired of tossing and turning, you decided to go outside and get some fresh air to calm your racing mind. Your eyes slowly closed as you sat on the egawa, as if your body was trying to rest.

"Look at you, my dear Y/N, my tsuguko, my beloved."

When you heard the familiar tone, your eyes snapped open to reveal Kyojuro's face: gray skin with a red, flamelike pattern, red eyes with yellow, glowing pupils, looking right at you; his hair was long and looked like a real fire.

It would have been wise for you to panic, you should have taken action, you should have attacked the demon, you should have beheaded it.

Nonetheless, you did not act in this manner.

A smile spread across his face as your hand moved to cup his cheek; to your surprise, he felt warm to the touch; with a smile, he nuzzled your hand. "My little flame," he whispered, kissing your warm hand. "I couldn't bear another moment without you," Kyojuro confessed, pulling you into a tight embrace.

Your body was stiff and there was no way you knew what to do. He was a traitor, a demon, but at the same time he was Kyojuro, your master and lover; you had missed him for so long and he was here, hugging you tightly like he always did.

As a final gesture, you nuzzled his shoulder and returned the hug.

There was something wrong; you couldn't pinpoint what it was but this feeling didn't give you any peace. The world crumbled suddenly around you and you awoke with a soft gasp and a short moan. It was just a dream, a fairy tale reunion.

You were feeling the coldness of the night on your skin and wondered whether or not you had closed the window. As you reached for your silky nightgown to be tightened around your body, you discovered that you were entirely naked. Your body trembled from the sensation of something warm pressing against your clit and something filling your pussy, massaging your inner walls.

"Fuck!" You whined, staring into the glowing eyes of the hungry demon eating you alive. While watching Rengoku settle comfortably between your parted legs, you thought to yourself that it wasn't a dream at all. You licked your lips in satisfaction.

Keeping a steady and strong pace, the thick fingers of his moved in and out of your pussy; his thumb massaging your clit covered already in his thick saliva.

It wasn't long before the knot in your lower belly snapped and you screamed loudly. You watched him kneel while trying to catch your breath. There was nothing right about it.

"My darling flame, I was worried you would sleep through the fun," Kyojuro chuckled, pulling you closer by grabbing your legs.

Despite your surprise, you moved your hands up his chest, tracing the fiery mark in the middle. "My love… I can't believe you came to me."

He pushed his hard cock into you, earning a yelp from you, as he said, "I promised you that I would be with you till my last days. And I'll visit you every night."

Was it just your lustless mind playing tricks on you or did he feel bigger than before?

His hard thrusts easily made you whimper.

For him, every sound you made was like a melody, a melody he really missed; the idea of coming back to you was a good one.

Raising your hand, you said quietly, "Kyojuro..."

As he watched you, he raised an eyebrow, refusing to slow down; he used to do this when he was still a man. Kyojuro was shocked that you still wanted to do this despite everything that happened. A certain humor was apparent in the way humans acted, even a hint of pathetic sentiment. As he intertwined his fingers with yours, he mocked you, "You haven't changed at all." 

Squeezing his hands, you focused on the sensation of his cock fucking you deeply and nicely. Once again, you felt the familiar knot building in your lower belly.

Suddenly, he let go of your hand and his thumb started to roll and pinch your clitoris; it made your pussy clench rapidly around his shaft buried deep within you.

His hips moved shallowly as he grunted deeply to help you come down from your high.

 You expected him to fill you up, so much so that you pawed at his toned chest silently begging him for it. However, despite your silent pleas, he pulled his dick straight out and cummed all over your belly.

Watching him, you whined with sadness.

Kyojuro chuckled and leaned down. "You have to earn this," he said as he kissed you passionately.

It was hard to tell whether the events of the previous night were real when you awoke the next morning. The ache between your legs gave you the impression that this indeed occurred, but at the same time it made no sense. The point of thinking about it over and over was pointless, but you really hoped Kyojuro would come back.

𝓓𝓪𝔂 15 - A Bit Late For Work || Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x fem!reader

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Summary: In most cases, it's you who makes Bradley late to work, except when his mission is to make you feel relaxed following a stressful day.

Warnings: smut (oral - f receiving)

Word count: 1510

Author: Rouge

A/N: the prompt for today is: Oral Sex

You threw your car keys on the kitchen table and sighed loudly as you opened the refrigerator.

Bradley raised an eyebrow at you as he lowered the newspaper, tipping his glasses in the process.

You had no idea why he wore them. And yet, that small glint off the end when he was staring down at you from between his legs, ah. You shook off the thought, retrieved a water bottle, and sat at the table next to your boyfriend. The idea was nice, but you knew Rooster had work soon, and while you were normally very willing to make him late, you couldn't work up your usual libido.

Bradley could tell something was bothering his lover, and he tilted his head as you sat next to him. He set the paper down, removing his glasses as well, and placing them in his shirt pocket. "Would you like to talk about it?"

You shook your head. "Not particularly," you shrugged, taking a swig from the bottle. "You usually feel better when you do," he pointed out.

It was a valid point he made. Nevertheless, you decided it wasn't worth mentioning how much you wanted to change career paths again. All the time you bragged about not being completely satisfied with what you were doing but felt that it was too late to change anything. Even so, you didn't want to go to university any more, and felt like dropping your engineering studies. Your new goal was to become an artist. You were proficient at it too, about as good as you were at university, but pursuing it seemed like a dead dream.

Bradshaw watched you turn your head over. He waited for you to collect your thoughts, and eventually, once you had, he watched you sigh and shrug once more.

"Same thoughts as always, I'm tired of everything."

"You're doing a rather great job with your studies," Bradley pointed out.

You shot him a glare. "Sorry, sorry. I know."

You groaned, cocking your eyebrow.

“It’s about a lifestyle, my bad,” he corrected himself, sending you a soft grin.

"Close enough," you mumbled. But he wasn't wrong this time either. You sighed again, took another swig of water, and then put your forehead down on the table. "Maybe I'm just tired of it, I don't know. I don't feel sick of it though, I love learning and making friends. Maybe I just need a break?"

In response to your words, Bradley slowly rose and walked over to stand behind you. When he reached down, he gently pulled you by your shoulders until you were sitting up straight. He worked at the knots that had inevitably formed there by rubbing his fingers gingerly into the flesh of yours. "You think too much," he remarked with a low chuckle, being a little rougher about the massage. But you could handle it. In fact, Rooster knew just how much his little baby girl could truly handle.

The thought went straight to his groin, and he suddenly had an idea.

As you leaned into his touch, you teased, "Maybe you think too little." 

While you didn't expect the massage to last much longer, you were grateful that Rooster remembered little gestures of kindness so often, especially after the self-doubt you had been dealing with. 

When you suddenly felt his lips on your neck, you let out a quiet moan. You grinned a bit at the warmth of his mouth, but you weren't about to complain. If he had something a little more involved than the massage in mind, you weren't going to stop him obviously.

As his fingers slipped from over your shirt to under it, he stretched the collar just a bit so he was gripping mostly flesh. Like warming oil, his touch bit pleasantly into your shoulders and throughout your body. When you felt Rooster's hand reach down to your breast, you sighed and tensed slightly. He paused there for a moment, and when you leaned into his touch, he reached further down, cupping your entire breast in his hand. Your breath caught in Bradley's ears, and he grinned wider. The beast that resided within his heart loved being able to please you like this. 

Putting one hand on your breast, he slipped his fingers under the lacy fabric of your bra and squeezed your nipple sharply. In response to your breath catching again, he stopped massaging your shoulder with his left hand. In addition, he squeezed your soft nipple and traced his hand down your shoulder blade. Your nipple was squeezed again, causing you to moan, and then he rubbed your shoulder blade with his fingers. The two sensations made a louder moan fall from your lips, and you gripped the chair you were sitting in tightly to keep steady. As his voice filled with hellish lust, Rooster commanded, "Touch yourself." His eyes had changed to all-black; the influence you had on him was indescribable.

The fact that you listened nearly without hesitation made Bradley harder than he thought possible. But he was content to please you this time. After all, you needed the stress relief. He watched through his darkened eyes as your right hand reached between your legs, rubbing lightly before undoing your pants, and pushing them down. Then you reached into your lacy white panties and began moving your hand to the same rhythm Bradley was squeezing your nipple and rubbing your shoulders.

You let out a louder moan as all three sensations collided in the pit of your stomach. Rooster began to move faster, and so did you, until you began to feel your orgasm build. You tensed then, letting out several sharp moans as you came, back arched.

After a few moments, you relaxed, sinking into the chair. You were about to say something, but Rooster was suddenly in front of you, hands on either side of the chair. You  felt a shiver of anticipation roll down your spine when you looked into his darkened eyes, and then he was kissing you deeply. You wrapped your arms around him, but the kiss was cut short as Bradley moved to grab your thighs and pull you to him. You giggled a bit, then moaned when you felt his lips clasp onto your nipple.             

After a few seconds of teasing, Rooster trailed his lips languidly down your body, and then all the way down between your legs. He grinned as he touched your wet panties and pressed his fingers against your pussy, causing you to moan lightly again. "Take these off,” he demanded within a dark voice of his.

You did as you were told, quickly slipping off the lacy panties.

Shortly after, he wrapped your legs around his shoulders. In one swift movement, Bradley's tongue was pressed against you, causing you to cry out in pleasure as you gripped the chair. He grinned against your wetness and moved the tip of his tongue in little circles across your clit. You were already shivering, and soon as he kissed and licked and began sucking on your clit, he reached under his chin, and easily slipped two fingers into your needy pussy. Having his fingers strangle you properly, your pussy immediately engulfed his digits in its juice, causing you to moan in a low tone. To make your head spin, Rooster pressed his whole tongue to your clit and slowly moved it up and down, eventually reaching your entrance as he briefly spat on the fingers he pulled halfway out of your pussy, just to make them wetter than before. Soon, his digits returned to your pussy, and he curled them deep inside of you, massaging your very sensitive spot.

"Fuck!" You cried, pushing into him as he slowly began to pump his fingers. You moaned again, reaching one hand up to grip onto his hair as you felt another orgasm about to overtake your body. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You cut yourself off and rolled your head back as a loud moan fell from your chest. Your legs tightened around his head as your orgasm hit, your legs shaking, your chest heaving.

Bradley held on for the ride, grinning wickedly as you came right into his mouth. He moaned too, rock hard and lustful, but satisfied in your pleasure. He leaned up after allowing you a few moments to breathe.

You sighed contentedly into the kiss, and then Rooster was pulling away, grin wide, eyes back to the normal color you were so fond of. He looked so wicked with the expression his face held though. 

You smiled all the same before looking at the clock on the wall. "You're going to be late, Rooster."

"Fuck," Bradshaw hissed, then laughed, running around to collect his things before heading out. Then he turned, as if recalling something, and was surprised to see you standing in the doorway waiting for him. After you tapped your lips briefly with your index finger, he smiled and kissed you again. "Right."

As your boyfriend ran out, you yelled, "Don't forget your meeting with Mitchell today!"

𝓓𝓪𝔂 6 - Time For A Bath || Wanda Maximoff x m!reader

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Summary: Since your kids aren't home, you decide to celebrate your anniversary in a hot, steamy way with your beloved wife, Wanda.

Warnings: smut

Word count: ~ 915

Author: Fenrir

A/N: the prompt for today is: Bath Sex

Wanda awoke on Monday morning to no noise in the house. She was surprised because her kids usually jump on her bed at 6 am to wake her. As she rolled over, she discovered a note from her husband, Y/N. The note informed her that the kids were at your friends' house. It also gently commanded her to go downstairs when she woke up fully.

As soon as she got up, she walked down the stairs nude. After all, the kids weren't home. You were sitting nude at the kitchen table with a full breakfast spread set out for Wanda.

"Enjoy baby," you told her, briefly admiring the gorgeous curves of her body.

Wanda sat down and dug in, smiling briefly at you. "Thank you, baby," she said. She enjoyed her favourite french toast with honey and jam for breakfast, along with bitter, strong coffee.

As soon as you finished your conversation, you got up and carried her upstairs to the bathroom. You set her down on the toilet and began running a hot bubble bath for your beautiful wife. It had been nearly three years since you last did this for her. You had her stand in front of you as you looked at her beautiful naked body; her long, red hair, heart-shaped face, big, bluish eyes, and lips you wanted to kiss for the rest of your life. When you looked at her with lust in your Y/E/C eyes, you saw her large D cup breasts; her nipples hardened already at the single thought of what was coming next.

You walked up to her and kissed her passionately on the lips. She wrapped her arms around your neck. You easily lifted her up by her round ass. Then she let you carry her to the bath by wrapping her legs around your lean, strong waist.

You set her in the tub, and got in behind her. As you washed her hair, you started to wash her neck and shoulders, occasionally scrubbing her back. You then gently rubbed each of her breasts while playing with her nipples.

Wanda's head leaned against your chest as she hummed loudly at the nice feeling spread all over her body; the warm water, all the bubbles, and your soft touches were already sending her to paradise.

You took time to wash her stomach. After letting your hands slip beneath the surface, you found her soft folds; as you lightly rubbed her clit a few times, you grinned to yourself - she was already slick. When your fingers opened her up, they started moving in slow circular motions on her clit, pressing to it here and there, adding much-needed friction. While moving your calloused thumb on her clit, you let two fingers slide into her tight pussy.

Taking a deep breath, Wanda parted her rosy lips and let out a soft moan.

Her breathing grew heavier and she opened her legs to her husband.

As you kissed her nape, you pushed your fingers rhythmically in and out of her pussy while whispering sweet nothings to her. You felt your cock grow harder as her pussy was tight and so warm, just for you.

In order to deepen the thrusts of your fingers that were spreading her nicely, Wanda started bucking her hips back and forth, panting harder and harder. Soon, she felt her pussy tighten rapidly around your thick fingers, coating them in her juices.

When Wanda reached her orgasm, she rolled over and began stroking your large cock, her eyes on your face as she was smirking widely.

You sat on the edge of the tub with your legs apart.

She inserted your shaft into her mouth until it reached her throat at the back. She sucked while gagging around your member. You started groaning as your cock throbbed in her mouth. She kept going until you pulled her out of the tub, set her on the edge, and spread her legs wide. You knelt in front of her and proceeded to lick her gorgeous pussy while she held onto the tub, moaning loudly. As another orgasm swept over her, Wanda let out a loud moan. "Oh, Y/N, just like that, baby!" 

As her juices flowed from her, you licked them all up. You continued to eat her cunt out until she cried out, "Fuck me, please, Y/N!"

As you sat back down on the edge of the tub, you pulled her onto your lap. Immediately, your large dick slid into her tight pussy.

Instantly, Wanda started riding your massive length with your hands gripping tightly onto her round hips. Over and over, you slammed Wanda onto you, repeatedly hitting her g-spot, making her moan. In the end, Wanda flung herself hard against your cock, resting her head against your shoulder as her pussy milked your girth. She leaned her head against your shoulder, gasping for air, and let you continue to move her up and down on your length until you slammed her on your cock one last time before filling her up with your thick cum. Wanda felt your cum spurting inside her, causing your dick to twitch uncontrollably. She moved off of your lap and got back into the tub, leaning her back against the tub. Wanda’s muscles felt like jelly when she offered you a smile. “I love you, Y/N.”

A fond smile spread across your face as you leaned forward to kiss the top of her head. "Happy anniversary, my beautiful wife."

𝓓𝓪𝔂 7 - Mutual pleasure || Massimo Torricelli x fem!reader

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Summary: Massimo and you have a blast working on your mutual pleasure on the second date.

Warnings: smut (6️⃣9️⃣, unprotected p in v)

Word count: 1530

Author: Rouge

A/N: the prompt for today is: 69

You tossed your long Y/H/C hair over your shoulders and reapplied your red lipstick in the mirror. You looked at yourself one more time and smiled. You looked down at your iPhone.

Massimo had just texted to ask you to be a little late because he got held up in a meeting. You pulled around the block and waited several minutes, then texted him that you were outside.

You were freezing. You wore an oversized striped button down with a few buttons undone on the sides and enough buttons loose on the front to expose some cleavage. Additionally, you'd wear a black leather jacket, skinny jeans, and leather boots. To warm yourself up, you smoothed your hands over your curves. Massimo was the one you were hoping would warm you up. In spite of this, although you were pretty sure that you would have sex tonight, you weren't someone who would be that forthcoming.

Together, you went back inside his apartment.

From across the kitchen, he looked at you and you thought he was going to kiss you, but he just smiled and told you you had a good glasses game. You could feel yourself starting to get turned on as he bit his lip and complimented you, your pussy getting a little wet and your clit swelling just a little.

He looked at you across the couch after you ate the late supper and finally asked if he could kiss you. Although you were surprised he knew how to ask for something instead of demanding it, your heart exploded with desire as soon as his lips touched yours. As he moved his hands up and under your shirt, he moved you around on his lap and grabbed your cute, generous ass through your jeans.

"No bra, huh?" Massimo teased, playing with your hardened nipples.

"I wanted to give you easier access," you laughed briefly. You slowly moved your hips as you licked his neck and nibbled on his ear.

"I want to eat you out," Torricelli said, simply and matter of factly.

His directness and frankness about something you so desperately wanted amazed you. You didn't need to hear that twice. You let out a sigh and said, "Yes, please."

After taking your hand, he led you to the bedroom where he commanded you to lie on the bed, and then he unzipped your pants, pulling them over your hips and under your ass until he discarded them on the floor.

He took a moment to look at you before unbuttoning your shirt and kissing down your body, kissing your perky, round tits and teasing you with his tongue as he took your nipple in his mouth. You let out soft moans as he played with your tits, and used one finger to trace the slit between your pussy lips through your lacy panties.

"So fucking wet," he said to you as he bit his lip. "I can't wait to taste you, amore mio."

He kissed down your soft stomach and down your hips, and he spread your legs and pulled off your panties. He kneeled in front of you and started gently licking the entire length of your pussy with his whole tongue, avoiding her clit the first few times and then gently circling it with his tongue. You grasped the sheets underneath and tilted your head backward in pleasure letting out a long, loud moan.

"Fuck yes, that feels so fucking good. Jesus fucking Christ," you whispered, running the tip of your tongue along your upper lip.

He continued to gently and methodically lick and tease you. He then put two fingers inside of you and started stroking your sensitive spot while moving his fingers in and out of your soaking, throbbing pussy. You were ready to come, and couldn't hold it in any longer. He pumped his fingers in and out of you while he licked your clit with a rhythm that made you come, harder than you had in a long time. You thought Massimo would be done, but he waited until your first orgasm subsided. Torricelli continued to gently touch your G-spot as his fingers moved in and out of you. He licked around your inner lips until you were less sensitive and he moved back up to your clit. You came again, this time within seconds of his tongue touching your clit again.

You pulled him up and kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips; it was a delicious sensation. "You are really skilled, Massimo," you purred. You quickly undid his shirt and pants, and he helped you remove both his pants and boxers in one go. You looked at him, straddled him, and kissed him passionately. As your tongue explored his mouth, you could still taste your pussy. As you kissed him down his neck and chest, you played with his chest hair, and you licked each of his nipples. After reaching down, you gently stroked his cock as you made your way between his legs and knelt between them. 

You made sure to catch his eye, and before you could take him in your mouth, he said, "You know, I jerked off a few times earlier today thinking about this."

You licked your lips, smiling at him mischievously.

He looked you in the eye and whispered, "You're so fucking hot, Y/N."

You licked around the head and then took his whole cock in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, choking on him, as you moved your mouth up and down as he got harder and harder. You started playing with his balls with your spare hand at his request, gently caressing them and then licking down his cock and taking them in your mouth.

Massimo moaned deeply.

You took him in your mouth again, licking your way up and down his cock before deep throating him again.

He pulled you up to him and said, "I want you to ride my cock."

You straddled him quickly and used your hand to guide him inside you. You both moaned as he entered your wet pussy. You rode his cock, Massimo played with your tits, you used one hand to play with his balls and moaned as they moved your hips together, making sure he got as deep inside you as possible.

You looked at him and claimed, "You know, I wanted you to watch me touch myself..."

As you rode his cock, you circled your clit with your index and middle fingers and told him how good it felt to have him inside you. In a matter of minutes, you would reach another climax and your pussy would constrict around his cock. As you breathed in, you uttered, "Oh my god, that feels so fucking good."

As soon as Massimo pulled away from you, he laid down on his side and told you he wanted to try the sixty-nine.

You couldn't pass up another opportunity to let him lick your pussy; you were already dreaming about his soft tongue exploring your soft folds. Straddling his face slowly, you leaned down and took his cock in your mouth again. At first, your tongue swirled around his tip before you took his entire length into your mouth, resting his tip against the back of your throat, gagging a bit, and feeling tears form in the corners of your eyes as you did.

Your folds were slowly dragged up and down by Massimo's tongue. With one of his strong hands, he spread your pussy lips to gain better access. He then stuck his tongue into your pussy, trying to lick your inner walls that were already so slick from your previous orgasm that his cock twitched as he tasted you.

You moaned loudly around his cock, sending vibes through his member.

As Massimo flicked his tongue up and down your clit again, he nestled his free hand onto the crown of your head, pushing you closer to his groin. Eventually, he stopped eating you out and spat on your exposed clit, eliciting a loud whimper from you. "Does it feel good, huh?" Torricelli asked, his voice husky.

You whimpered after pulling his cock out of your mouth with a loud pop. "Yes, oh God, yes!"

Massimo chuckled and started eating your pussy again; his middle and index fingers soon joined his tongue, stretching your pussy out nicely.

"Fuck!" You muttered loudly and returned to sucking on his throbbing cock.

You licked and sucked each other until you both came.

When he spurted his thick cum into your mouth, you swallowed it all like a good girl.

As your pussy clung around his fingers, Massimo swallowed all of your juices that poured out of your cunt and cleaned you up with his tongue.

After getting off him, you were tucked in his strong arms, as his hands ran up and down your back, teasing your spine and sending chills all over your naked, hot body.

"Amore mio, è stato perfetto," a loving whisper brushed against your ear before Massimo bit on your earlobe gently.

You sighed and rubbed his forearms, smiling widely to yourself. Another smutty intercourse was already on your agenda.

𝓓𝓪𝔂 5 - An Aggressive Gentleness || Jake “Hangman” Seresin x fem!reader

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Summary: Everyone knows Hangman is good, but you'll have a chance to discover that he simultaneously has a bit of a persuasive streak as well.

Warnings: smut (unprotected p in v, spanking)

Word count: 2325

Author: Rouge

A/N: the the prompt for today is: Spanking

Jake "Hangman" Seresin was one of the world's greatest and most successful pilots. He was a known womanizer, and he had as many downed planes as broken hearts among all the women he dated.

Yet, ever since you joined his team, he couldn't take his gaze away from you; you were not only a beautiful, young woman, but you also had a strong personality.

"I know there's a big age gap between you and me, Y/N," he said as the two of you finished the bottle of red wine that night, sitting together on the pier over the ocean. "But I really want to take you out. Would you be interested in having dinner with me one evening?" 

As a result, you both agreed to meet for dinner a few days later.

Despite your expectations, the dinner ended up being much more enjoyable than you expected. It sounded too good to be true. You teased, playing with your glass, "Maybe Hangman isn't such an asshole as everyone thinks."

You could feel his knee against yours under the table as you sat there staring and smiling at each other, your hand in his.

Of course, it could have been an accident at first, but when it returned, went away, and then returned again, all doubt was removed. It was done on purpose as a signal, a kind of request, to emphasize the request for a date. Again, perhaps a little old-fashioned, but extremely intimate and alluring.

Jake let out a little sigh, observing your face carefully as he said, "Don't judge a book by its cover."

"If I didn't interact with you on a daily basis and while on duty, I'd say you're an asshole," you concluded, scrunching your face. "You are charming, but you are a total asshole. However, I don't regret our dinner together."

Jake was certain he knew the game because he'd played it before; he was obviously used to dealing with stroppy little bitches like you. He was well aware of what you were doing and what you were up to. He seemed to be able to read you, understand what you were thinking.

He kept gently rubbing your palm and pressing his knee firmly against yours as he looked you in the eyes. "You have the most enticing eyes, Y/N," he murmured as he gazed deep into them.

A cocky smile spread across your face as you made a small yhym sound and rested your chin on your palm. "Just like the last girl, I'm sure." 

Since it wasn't the first time you heard those sweet words, you already knew what they meant. This was a popular saying among guys as if it were a kind of spell.

"I can see through your eyes that you are a passionate, intense woman. A woman who knows exactly what she wants and how to get it. I notice a lot about you." As he accelerated, his foot landed on yours and ran up the side of your calf. You were his type, there was no doubt. This became especially apparent when his knee pressed firmly against your closed knees at first, then even more so after a moment or two.

You sighed heavily and decided to stop him. "I have to be honest with you - sweet nothings don't appeal to me at all. I've heard these things too many times to believe them."

Jake drew your hand to his lips. "Come to my flat, Y/N, and let me love you there," he said as he licked the back of your hand and looked you in the eyes.

“If you stop acting so weirdly sweet, I'll go with you."

Jake gave you a brief nod in response.

You took a cab to his apartment. It was a second-floor walk-up flat in a fairly large town house, nicely furnished in that fading elegant style that appeals to the well-to-do and aristocracy.

Hangman turned on one lamp but not the others. The street lights cast a nice, dim, romantic glow on the large lounge. He made no pretense that this was anything other than a sexual encounter. He didn't make small talk, offer you a drink, or request that you sit. None of that was necessary; he and you both knew it. You were there for one and only one reason - to have sex.

As Jake kissed you passionately, he took you in his arms. There was no preamble or asking permission; it was a wonderful kiss. As he held you tight, he moulded your bodies together and his lips found yours. While your lips touched, your mouths were closed, but as you pressed them together they slowly opened. As he licked your lips, he ran his tongue along your gums, over your teeth and into your mouth. Unlike the Hangman everyone used to know, he was patient, slow, methodical, and amazingly erotic. You could feel Hangman's hands running up and down your back.His hands fiddled with your bra strap, the waistband of your short denim skirt, which was just a whisker below your pubis line and the top of your bum crease, and the hem of the white, loose, short-sleeved top. 

Jake took your hand and led you to his bedroom.

The room was quite small, but it had a double bed. Although it was dim, you could still see each other. Standing beside the bed, Jake held your hand as you faced each other. Bringing your palm up to his mouth, he kissed its top; he took one of your fingers and softly sucked it, earning a moan from you.

You didn't speak, you'd gone beyond words, they simply weren't needed.

It wasn't long before Jake let go of your hand and stepped back a few feet. With his eyes glistening in the dim light flowing in the room from a streetlamp, he began undoing the button of his heavy, cotton, khaki shirt. Having fully undone his shirt, his fingers were now undoing his leather pleated belt. He was so confident and so assured, which you found very sexy and enchanting. Still, he didn't take his eyes off of you. “You’re so fucking pretty, Y/N.”

Reaching downwards, you grasped the hem of your top. You saw approval in his eyes as his belt came undone and he slowly pushed his zip down. Between the opened edges of his shirt, you could see that his chest was toned and muscular.

You both dropped your tops as if on cue. Jake's eyes wandered over your chest, focusing more and more on your round breasts, almost making you squirm with desire. Through Jake's masterful gaze, you became more receptive to his unspoken persuasions.

The silence was broken by Jake. His erection was evident and clear and gave him absolutely no embarrassment whatsoever. As you dropped your bra, he sighed, "You're so fucking hot, Y/N. What are you waiting for? Go on."

Undoing the brass button on the skirt, you slid the short zip down. The skirt slid down your legs as you wriggled it over your bum and hips. A surge of high-octane arousal surged through you when you looked into Hangman's hungry eyes. You soon pushed your panties down your legs as well.

As Jake took off his boxer shorts, his hardened erection rested proudly against his well-built abdomen.

Seresin reached for your hand, the one holding your panties, as you stood completely naked in front of him. He gently pulled them away from you. His eyes bore deep into yours as he rubbed his nose on the gusset, taking deep breaths as he did so, making animalistic noises at the same time. After that, he used your panties in a rather extravagant manner, rubbing them around his balls and up and down his erection without any embarrassment at all. As if to say don't you dare complain, he stared intently into your eyes before cupping his balls in your panties and rolling them around before pushing the silky underwear back across his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to him, pressing himself against you, moulding your bodies into one. As he cupped your round bum in his strong hands, his cock squirmed against you. Jake squeezed and kneaded your buttocks all the while kissing you hungrily; he stroked your bum, pinched it, rubbed it, and caressed it.

As you got your hand between your bodies, your fingers tingled with desire as they ran up and down his erection. It was everything an erection should be; hard, warm, smooth and slightly throbbing. 

You then went to bed.

Jake carefully positioned you on your front and laid beside you. The hand that wasn't tugging your hair had slipped down your back and reached your bum. He stroked it and squeezed it. Jake whispered, "You have the most glorious arse I've ever seen," as he stroked it softly. All he had done when you were standing beside the bed was repeated, but he now focused more on your cheeks. After easing your legs apart, he parted your bottom's cheeks. He spent ages running his fingers up and down that sensual groove, on, over and past your extra sensitive entrance to your anus, on the base of your spine in one direction and into your fully soaked pussy in the other.

All hell broke loose within your body and mind. You could not help but notice as your body shook with the various sensations that you were cumming without any form of penetration, without your sensitive clit being rubbed or your pussy's lips being stroked. “Jake!” You managed to whimper loudly, nuzzling your face into one of his pillows.

Jake smacked your bottom several times. Not that hard and not that much, but enough to make your bum sting and for you to recognise what he was doing. Nevertheless, the combination of the pain from him pulling your hair, the stinging from where he'd spanked your bottom and the pleasure he was giving you with his fingers made you cum, very heavily indeed.

You hadn't even finished your orgasm fully when Hangman turned you over. After what he'd just done to you, your pussy was still tender, and your breasts and nipples were still pulsating. As he moved up and held his cock against your lips, you willingly opened your arms and wrapped them around his hips. 

The moment he bucked his hips, forcing his dick completely into your mouth, you wrapped your lips around his rock-hard erection, gagging yourself.

Jake's hand hit your bottom quite hard, so much so that it jerked your head from his cock as Hangman turned you to your side a little, to gain better access to your bum. In a matter of seconds, he hit you twice. 

Putting his cock back in your mouth, you grunted. Each thwack and smack was probably harder than the last. He spread them over both cheeks. Pumping his girth in and out of your mouth, you gagged, reaching out to massage his balls.

Jake grunted lowly as he hardened. Seresin hit you several more times after he realized you weren't opposed to what he had been doing. Now he was doing it harder, and it was stinging, but not too painful. It was amazing to see that each time he smacked your ass, and since he'd found a sort of rhythm, his cock began to jerk inside your mouth. His hardening and growth increased with each smack. “Fuck, look what you’re doing to me,” he grunted, taking a fistful of Y/H/C hair, tugging on it a little. He was now spanking you with a steady series of blows that covered every inch of each cheek and occasionally drifted down to your thighs. Between each blow, his hand gently fondled your asscheek. 

With that gentleness combined with the aggression of the spanking, you experienced sensations you hadn't felt before. While Hangman grunted and groaned and mumbled how wonderful you were and what a magnificent bottom you had, you sighed and moaned at the pleasure you were receiving, taking his cock out of your mouth with a loud pop sound.

Jake then fucked you. Straightforward, you on your back, him on top, your legs wide open and wrapped around him. Jake’s thrusts were fast and strong; his bed was swinging with each of them. It was quite quick and hard. Like the expert he was turning out to be, he didn't offer or ask for more foreplay. After what Jake had gone on so far there was no need for more and he seemed to be acutely aware of that. He didn't need to get you wet and you didn't need to get him hard, what you'd been doing for the past half hour or so had done both of those necessities. 

“Fuck!” You screamed, digging your nails into his back, rolling your head back on his pillow. “Fuck you, Hangman! You’re so fucking good!”

“I’m good, Y/N,” Jake grunted into your ear, instantly turning his head to suck hardly on your exposed neck. “I’m very fucking good.” You were obviously soaked and your lips were bloated from the blood that rushed to them during the previous orgasms. No complaints, just a straightforward hard and fast fuck and that, to be honest, was what you truly wanted. 

After cumming together, Jake laid on top of you, pinning you to the mattress with his weight, then rubbed your cheeks and neck with his kisses. “Do you want to stay for the night?” He asked simply, rubbing his nose against yours.

Nodding to him, you slipped your hands into his hair and massaged his scalp. "Yes."

Despite his nakedness, Jake kissed you one last time before getting up from the bed. "I'll bring a pillow and towel for you."

As his thick, sticky cum ran down your inner thighs, you rubbed them together and bit your lower lip. You definitely had the best fuck of your life.

𝓓𝓪𝔂 1 - Silent Lovemaking || Tommy Shelby x fem!reader

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Summary: Tommy enjoys long, passionate sex. You both need to stay quiet because Arthur is up late at night again.

Warnings: smut without plot (quiet sex)

Word count: 1119

Author: Bear

A/N: the prompt for today is: Quiet Sex

Despite his best efforts, Tommy was unable to resist grabbing your delicate hips and ramming his manhood deep inside you, and not filling the room with the sounds of pleasure. He guessed you were probably holding back as well. His eyes watched as his cock disappeared inside your quivering body as Tommy slowly and deeply moved his hips. He especially loved it when you moaned softly and then grabbed his forearms. While he continued to penetrate you slowly in the missionary position, Shelby looked at your soft, thin body, your pink erect nipples, and your flat stomach. His left thumb stimulated your pink clitoris, causing you to moan in a louder tone. Despite the dim light of the moon falling into the room through a half-opened window and a thick curtain shifted to the wall, he could see your love for it on your face.

The motion between your bodies was perfect, with your hips rising slightly with each angled thrust of his, just as they had all night as you bent to Tommy's every whim.

As he gazed at your face, he was mesmerized by all your strikingly beautiful features, the hypnotic gaze of your eyes, the soft pinkness creeping up your cheeks, and your perfectly shaped lips. Tommy was in love with you and he needed to show you that as he increased the strength of his thrusts.

It is a fundamental truth that every person you will ever have sex with will feel differently, and some will feel better than others. 

Tommy had to admit that no woman - not a single one - had ever felt as warm, inviting and as perfectly tight as you did, not even Grace. Your pussy appeared to be crafted by God for his pleasure, and it was heaven on earth.

Taking a deep, audible breath, you said, "Oh my God, I can feel you... I can feel you all the way in my stomach, fuck, you're so deep."

Grabbing your breast and squeezing your nipple, he asked, "Do you like it?"

"God, please don't ever stop," you said as you grabbed Tommy's head and pulled him down. "God, I need you so much," you whispered flatly against his lips.

After kissing for a moment, he hugged you, forcing your head against his right shoulder as he increased his thrusts. 

As you all got louder, Tommy could hear your wet pussy, the slapping of naked bodies, and the creaking of the bed. Tommy let out low grunts as he felt you get even tighter. "That's it, but stay quiet, baby" he stopped moving as your sweet cunt squeezed him in a pulsing, rhythmical manner, tighter than he had ever felt, even when he had fucked those two sweet twenty-year-olds in the summer. Tommy's voice escaped him in sounds of pleasurable agony as he felt the pulsating pussy of yours pushed his impending orgasm closer without ever moving your bodies too much. "That's it..." He grunted again as your orgasm continued; you latched on to Tommy, wrapping your legs so tightly around him.

You let out a muffled yell as you dug your face into his shoulder.

With one last grunt from him, you both gasped as he said, "That's it... that's my girl."

While you remained motionless and quiet, he fought the urge to cum with every thump of his heartbeat that he felt on his cock.

"I can't believe we've been here that long," you said as you suddenly broke the silence.

Tommy looked at the clock on my nightstand. It read 3 in the morning. "I guess we should finish then."

In a whisper, you asked, "Do we have to? I am having so much fun," and sucked his lower lip before biting it lightly.

Tommy slowly began to enter and exit you again, each inch of his existence perfectly accepted by your velvety touch. With each thrust, he started to go harder, lifting your waist up and off the bed, his arms cupping your soft ass as your back arched. He tried his hardest to be quiet, but after a few more thrusts he began to lose himself. The bed was no longer quiet as you began to make your sexy music heard and your skin contact was clearly audible.

Tommy stopped when he heard someone coughing in the background. The voice belonged to Arthur.

However, you did not. Rhythmically lifting and lowering your hips, you began to fuck him while Tommy stood motionless.

Once again, there was a cough, followed by the opening of a door. "Y/N," Tommy whispered.

"Yes, Tommy?" You asked as you continued your movements.

His hands grabbed your waist as he flipped you over, allowing him to exit your pussy. His hands caressed your smooth body as he kissed you deeply.

There was another cough, and then another.

"Looks like Arthur is starting to get sick," Tommy whispered.

Smiles and giggles filled your mouth as you began to kiss his chest, then went down to his stomach, and finally reached his cock. Your tongue rang softly on Tommy's hard shaft as you expertly used your hand. You took it out and continued jerking him while you smiled for a solid minute, working on the tip, twisting your hand, making every nerve in his penis light up. 

Tommy could hear a low slurping sound mixed with your mews of excitement. When Tommy's jizz moved quickly upward, he found himself taking quick, fast breaths.

While you licked the back of his shaft from balls to tip, you took him deep down your throat, looking at him constantly. After pulling him out of your mouth, you asked, "Are you going to cum for me, Tommy?"

As Tommy grabbed the bedsheets, he gave a slight nod.

Continuing inch by inch, you massaged his balls and squeezed them with your other hand as your right hand worked along with your mouth. 

As his balls began to tense, faster and faster, Tommy felt his cock about to be milked. He soon felt himself explode; hips buckled, legs shook, as his balls emptied. After forty minutes of slow, quiet fucking, Tommy felt relieved.

"I think I should head out now," you whispered as you picked up your clothes and wrapped your silky nightgown around you.

"Stay. I love you, Y/N," Tommy said to you. 

You nodded at him willingly and took a seat on the edge of his bed. "I love you too. Thank you for taking me straight to heaven tonight."

Tommy was rethinking the entire intercourse as he ran his palm over your back; he couldn't have been happier for he finally had a woman who was both a caring partner and a tigress in the sheets.