Ultraintrovertedgryffindor - Raven

Hello Raven, my friend! How are you? I really hope you’re doing well! -E

Omg hiiiiiiiiii, I'm doing okay!! Suffering a bit of writer's block (but that's not new lmao) but other than that I'm good! I hope YOU are doing well!🥰

Ambrosia

(Gally x Reader)

Requested by anon. No need to ask me twice 😉 Come get your smut! I may have been a little too excited to write this lol With good reason. Enjoy!

Warning: NSFW, minors dni

After a long day of working with the builders under the hot sun, straining your muscles while simultaneously trying to avoid a heatstroke, you couldn’t imagine a better reward than this.

A blissful grin adorned your slightly flushed face, a breathy gasp falling from your mouth as a pair of familiar, warm and eager lips bathed your neck in heated kisses. Rough hands that were never anything but gentle with you roamed up and down your figure before stopping at your hips with a languid squeeze.

Gally, your Keeper and devoted boyfriend, was the only reward you needed. You were loosely trapped underneath his large body, still able to escape if you pleased. Not that you had any intention of doing so.

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AHHHH🥵

What a Brat Gets

Minors DNI 18+

So in the middle of answering my inbox prompts, I have created this filler masterpiece.

Summary: After a long day, you arrive home to a very horny Sebastian. Seb is a brat and really wants the both of you to take it straight to the bedroom, but you have to teach him a lesson in patience first.

AO3 Link -- WHAT A BRAT GETS – Link to my Fic Request Guide

Fandom: Ich Und Kaminski | Me and Kaminski (2015)

Rating: Explicit, Minors DNI 18+

Relationships: Sebastian Zöllner x fem!Reader

Tags: Shameless Smut, sub!Sebastian, Femdom, Sebastian is a little brat, Overstimulation, but he loves it, Begging, prostate stimulation

Word Count: 1896

Warnings: no aftercare because I got lazy

You walked in with the groceries, knowing Sebastian would be home already. As you had predicted, the man in question rushed to greet you as you set things down in the kitchen. No sooner had you placed a few things in the fridge than he already started whining.

“Oh schatz, I’ve been needing you all day,” he pouted, putting on his best puppy dog eyes and draping himself over the counter dramatically in an attempt to get your attention. “Bitte, bitte, hurry up so we can play.” You raised a brow at his demands. He knew not to be pushy, especially when you were already focused on a task.

“Sebastian, I know that I told you to be patient and wait until later,” you said firmly, placing the bread in the pantry. “You know the rules.” Oh, he did. The brat just enjoyed breaking them.

“B-but, I need you now!” he cried pitifully, moving himself between you and the fridge, effectively blocking your path. You nearly growled, restraining yourself from giving him the slap across the cheek he so eagerly wanted.

“Kneel. There. Now,” you said, pointing a jabbing finger at the entrance to the kitchen. Sebastian followed the order without question, positioning himself in the spot that you had pointed to and dropping to his knees. He folded his hands neatly behind his back, smirking up at you like the cheeky bastard he was.

“I want you to keep that naughty mouth of yours shut,” you told him. Now, the brat could sit and watch you quietly as you took your sweet time.

To his credit, Sebastian remained obediently silent as you put away the rest of the groceries and started on your dinner. His eyes followed you as you moved about the kitchen, and you were just waiting for him to cave and start begging more.

Soon though, it must have been too much for him to take, because you watched as he started fidgeting on his knees. He let out a pitiful whimper, which almost succeeded in drawing your attention to him.

“Please, I…I need…” he trailed off into another whine, loud and exaggerated. Oh, so desperate. You turned to gaze at him sharply. A slight flush of arousal had risen to his cheeks, and he blinked those big brown puppy dog eyes up at you.

“Hm, last time I remember, naughty boys don’t deserve anything,” you said, refusing to acknowledge him. “And I thought I told you to keep your mouth shut.” Sebastian smirked, opening his mouth to give some snarky reply, but you interrupted him.

“Come here, now,” you ordered, pointing my finger down to the space next to you. “Bad boys like you need supervision. You can wait here until I’m done making dinner.” Sebastian snapped his mouth shut and started to get up, but you stopped him.

“Nah ah! Crawl,” you said insistently. Sebastian blinked once, then he quickly dropped back onto all fours, obediently crawling to your side. Eagerly, he positioned himself next to your leg, almost close enough to rub up against you. Then, he gave you a cocky smirk, as if he had the upper hand here.

To remind him of his place, you rocked your leg roughly against his crotch, catching the brat by surprise and causing him to let out a strangled noise. You were pleased to find that his cock was already straining against his trousers, no doubt causing him a considerable amount of discomfort. But brats didn’t deserve mercy.

“Aw, schatz,” you cooed in false sympathy. Seb swayed against you and smooshed his face against the side of your leg, letting out a desperate whine. You allowed it, because you knew how worked up he was getting. You reached down to pat his head lightly, a mockery of the intimate touch that he was craving.

“There’s a good boy. Now why don’t you sit there as I finish up our meal?” you teased, turning back to finish working on the pasta you had boiling on the stove. This time, Seb remained obediently silent, determined to show you that he could follow instructions at least some of the time. You could tell that he was really struggling, though, because every so often he would fist his hands in the material of your skirt to remind you of his desire.

Soon enough, you had finished with your task, and you pulled away from him so that you could strain the pasta noodles over the sink. Seb whimpered at the loss as you walked away, but he stayed put and watched you as you moved around the kitchen.

You didn’t bother to plate the food, because you had plans for Sebastian before you both would eat dinner. As if sensing your thoughts, you heard Seb whine needily from behind you. To make it worse, when you turned around to rebuke him, you saw that he was palming himself through his trousers. He was gazing up at you with his best bedroom eyes, clearly determined to hurry up the whole process. Oh, naughty. You leaned your hip against the counter, fixing him with a dangerous gaze.

“You think you can get away with this, Sebastian. But naughty boys deserve punishment. And you have been a very naughty boy.” You pointed a finger in the direction of the bedroom, not coming closer to him to give him the relief he was craving.

“Go sit yourself down in the bedroom,” you ordered. “You know how. I expect this to happen in less than a minute.” Sebastian’s eyes widened, and he scrambled to his feet. You quickly grabbed a dish towel and wound it up before swatting his ass with it, the towel making a satisfying snap against his backside. Seb yelped and stopped to turn and give you a dirty smirk, opening his mouth to make a teasing remark.

“Forty-five seconds,” you told him instead, giving him a stern look. Sebastian took the hint and immediately left the kitchen. You could hear his footsteps padding against the floor as he hurried to the bedroom, no doubt stripping his clothes off along the way.

After precisely one minute, you made your way to the bedroom. As usual, Sebastian was splayed out on the bed. He had draped himself dramatically against the pillows like he was some kind of sex god, and the shit-eating grin on his face was absolutely devious. You raised a brow, not enjoying his attitude.

“So that’s how it’s gonna be?” you asked, surprised he wasn’t talking your ear off with snarky remarks yet. His smirk said enough, and he knew it.

You climbed atop the bed. Sebastian grinned, thinking he had gotten exactly what he wanted.

“Ah, you couldn’t resist,” he jeered, but he quickly fell silent as you continued climbing up towards his head. Getting yourself comfortable, you knelt above his face.

“Perfect. Now, hurry up and make that mouth of yours useful. I’m not waiting all day,” you said, acting impatient. If he could be impatient with you, then you could be with him.

Seb just smirked and stuck his head underneath the skirt of your dress. He hooked his thumbs in the lacy fabric of your underwear, but you quickly grabbed his wrists to stop him.

“Nah ah, only good boys get to take this off,” you rebuked. “But you’ve only been naughty today.” You smiled at his pitiful groan of frustration. However, Sebastian was never one to turn down a challenge, and he eagerly went to work.

His mouth was a wonder, even if he was a bit aggressive and impatient. You kept one hand in his hair, giving it slight tugs to guide him, or to pull sharply when he got too impatient with his technique. He knew exactly what to do with his tongue, and he would tug on the lacy underwear in just the right way to provide even more stimulation.

“Sebastian, I don’t have all day,” you said, barely managing to say the words without gasping. You tugged aggressively at his hair, making him groan as he worked against you. It wasn’t long before you could feel yourself getting close, and Sebastian’s own needy noises weren’t helping.

“Fuck, Sebastian, your mouth is so good when it’s not talking crap,” you said, grinding down against his face. Sebastian moaned, pulling you closer to him. It didn’t take much longer until you were shuddering your release, your hands tangling in his hair as you let out a groan.

However, you didn’t give him or myself much time to recover. Sebastian was still cleaning you up with little kitten licks when you shifted off of him. His face was a mess, glistening with all of his hard work, and he blinked over at you in dazed confusion.

You reached over into the nightstand drawer and pulled out the lube, spreading the gel liberally over your fingers as you crawled down between his legs. Sebastian immediately realized your intention and spread his knees wider, allowing easier access to his ass. You grinned.

“Such a slut for this, aren’t you?” you teased, already working your finger into him. Sebastian moaned, somehow managing to keep eye contact with you.

“Stop teasing,” he groaned breathlessly. Hm. He was still able to be a brat even when he was on his back with your fingers in his ass. You smirked deviously.

“Oh, what was that? I’m sorry, I don’t speak brat,” you said, shoving two fingers into his ass. Sebastian whined loudly and fisted his hands in the sheets.

“Please, please, c-can I touch myself?” he panted desperately. The poor boy was leaking all over his tummy, his arousal neglected and pressed against his belly. You just shook your head, eyeing him innocently.

“I don’t think so,” you said. “Only good boys get to touch themselves.” Grinning mischievously, you curled your finger against his prostate, hearing him practically wail in overstimulated delight. Tears were forming in his eyes, and you cooed as you continued to press against the sensitive spot.

“Aw, look at you. Earlier you couldn’t wait for me to play with you, but now it’s too much,” you purred, hearing him moan. You still refused to touch his erection, and Sebastian let out another wail as you leaned down to nip at his thigh. He was practically crying now, but he was loving every second of this.

“I can’t tell, Sebastian. Are those crocodile tears, or are they real?” you teased, listening to his pitiful whines as you worked your finger in him. “You can put on a show for everyone else, but not with me.” You finally caved and grasped his erection, giving it a firm stroke. The unholy noise Sebastian made was like music to your ears.

“Sebastian, you’re a brat. But you’re my brat,” you said, placing a gentle kiss on his sweat-slick skin. That was enough to push him over the edge, and suddenly Sebastian was spilling all over your hand. He came hard, nearly sobbing his relief as he let out a cry of pleasure.

You coaxed him through the shuddering aftershocks, watching as his body trembled, and you leaned up to kiss away the tears from his cheeks. Sebastian tangled his hands in your hair, cradling your head gently as he was at a loss for words. You smiled.

“Well, darling…that’s what a brat gets.”

Flickering Lights That Keep You Alive

(Gally x Reader)

Requested by anon. As you guys may have noticed, I normally use “You” in my fics, but I’m gonna switch to third person for this one, just because it made more sense. I had a blast writing this. My feelings are all over the place lol Enjoy!

Gally didn’t know where he was. His head was coursing with buzzing static, his body feeling unnaturally heavy, like he was slowly being crushed under a pile of bricks. He couldn’t even tell whether he was holding onto whatever little speck of life he still had in him or just slipping further into death’s waiting arms. If it was the latter, then dying was a much longer process than he’d ever imagined.

Through a brief glint of consciousness behind his closed eyes, Gally wondered if he was still on the floor of that bloodied lab, alone, barely breathing and likely living out his final seconds.

However, the voices that vaguely reached his ears like a distant hum quickly made him realize that he was definitely not alone.

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Tentación- Father Antonio (Intruders 2011)

yeah, i'm going to hell...but father antonio just does things to me and i need to write out my desperation (like it even helps alleviate it in the slightest). This is kinda a nonofficial sequel to Salvation In Destruction, but it can be read as a stand alone

Warnings: Literally just fucking in a confessional, need I say more? SMUT (MINORS DNI), semi-public sex (almost getting caught), daddy kink, priest kink, heavy degradation, slight humiliation, teasing, oral (m!receiving), ass and clit spanking, grinding, orgasm denial, forced multiple orgasms, and creampie

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Father Antonio quietly sat in the confession booth and has been for the past few hours. It was a slow morning, only a few members of the church coming in to do their routine confessions, nothing special. Antonio always disliked days like these, sometimes he'd even doze off and almost fall asleep due to the lack of activity. But it was his job, he'd have to see it through until confession time was over.

He soon perked up once he heard the other door of the confessional open and close, the faintest sound of shuffling as whoever it was settling into their seat. "Good morning," Antonio started as he usual did, "how may I help you?" He asked softly, ready to be impartial to whatever this person may confess.

"I'm sorry, Daddy, I've been a naughty girl."

Antonio tried to bite back a smirk as he heard your voice, such a sacrilegious action could only come from you. But he cleared his voice, deciding to play up the role as stern priest. "It's Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned." He instructed.

He heard you chuckle. "Right. I forgot." Sure, you did.

"How long has it been since your last confession?"

"Technically, it was last night." Damn you, he could hear your amusement from beyond the barrier that separated the two of you.

"Oh really? Unusual for a confession to take place at night. But, I'd imagine it would have the same effect as it would during the day. Would that be a correct assumption?"

"Oh, yes. It was...very enlightening." Antonio chuckled, trying not to picture you on your back, legs spread and begging for him to let you come. Enlightening, indeed. "But, I feel I needed to come in for another confession."

"Then please, confess away."

"Ever since I've gotten into this relationship with my boyfriend, I've been tempted to sin every single day. He doesn't make it easier either, always so handsome and willing to do whatever I ask. It's becoming somewhat debilitating."

Antonio smirked, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "Well, maybe you should learn how to set boundaries with this person. Maybe learn a little more self control. Then maybe it wouldn't be so debilitating." He froze as he heard you let out a barely audibly sigh, leaning closer to the barrier to try and hear better.

"But the thing is, Father, just thinking about him...it gets me so riled up immediately." You almost moaned.

Antonio's eyes widened comically as he heard the slightest sound of wetness, a squelching sound that most definitely came from you. He could hear your breathing start to get faster, a dull thud as you leaned your head back against the wall of the confessional. "Are you...? Are you touching yourself right now?" He asked sternly, feeling his cock harden as you choked on a moan as an answer. He could've laughed, but he wasn't going to give in to you that easily. "You succubus. How dare you commit such atrocities in the Lord's house, especially during confession?" All while giving you a proper scolding, Antonio released his cock from the confines of his suit pants, biting his lip as he gave himself a few languid strokes.

"I'm sorry, Father. Are you going to punish me?" You asked innocently.

"Do you think that's what you deserve? Do you really think a whore like you deserves anything from me?"

"Please, I'll be a good girl from now on, I promise. Just please, punish me. Teach me how to be good." You whimpered, slowly rubbing circles on your clit, but it wasn't enough. You needed him, you needed his cock to fill you.

"Come here." Antonio finally ordered, and you were quick to obey. Leaving your own side of the confession booth and opening his door, seeing him waiting patiently with his cock out, your mouth watering as you entered and closed the door behind you. "On your knees." He commanded, grabbing your hair roughly and pulling you towards his dick. "Take it, slut." You wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, hearing the heavenly sound of his first soft moan escaping his mouth. "That's it." He whispered, easing his dick all the way to the back of your throat, a smug smirk adorning his face as he heard you gag. "You like that? You like taking my big cock like a good little slut, huh?" You agreed as best you could, tears already running down your face from how he stretched your throat.

You gasped as he brought you up to face face by your hair, kissing you roughly and pulling down your skirt and underwear, letting it pool around your ankles. "Please, fuck me, Father." You begged, feeling your arousal slowly drip down your inner thighs, the intense desire for him becoming almost painful.

You grinned as he smacked your ass, bringing you down to straddle him. "You'll take what I give you." You bit back a squeal as he used his cockhead to hit your swollen and throbbing clit, grabbing onto your hips and forcing you to grind yourself on him. "How does that feel, baby?" He asked teasingly, feeling how you twitched and squirmed, so desperate to feel more. "You're so wet, mi amor. It's like this pussy's been neglected for years...but we both know that's not true." You blushed furiously at his words, a sense of embarrassment and pride filling you all at once, knowing that he knew he had this effect on you. Him and only him.

Antonio turned you around so your back was facing him, one hand on your hip and the other covering your mouth. Your loud moan thankfully was muffled by his hand as he brought you down on his cock roughly, the stretch so incredibly painful despite being as wet as you were. He pressed your back against his chest, his breath hot and heavy in your ear, pressing soft kisses to your neck as you adjusted to his size. It didn't take you long to start moving your hips in desperation, the booth so hot with your breaths mixing together and forcing yourselves to keep as quiet. "Please..." You whined, just him being inside you still not enough to satisfy you.

"Lord, is nothing ever enough for you?" He hissed in your ear, keeping a firm grip on your throat as he helped you bounce up and down on his dick.

"You feel so good, Antonio." You whimpered, biting your lip hard to keep yourself from moaning too loudly. "Fuck, baby..." Antonio had to do the same, the feeling of your walls clenching him so tightly, it almost made him light headed. But the angle he was fucking you, he was so deep, started to brush up against that special spot inside you, letting out a guttural moan.

Antonio brought his hand back up to cover your mouth, slapping your clit with his other hand, causing you to let out a high pitched squeal. "Quiet, slut. What if someone walks in, huh? Keep your mouth shut and I just might let you come." The reward just sounded too good to resist, you were already to anxious to come, but you needed more stimulation elsewhere.

"Touch my clit, Padre, please." You breathed out.

"No. I haven't decided if I wanna let you come just yet, you haven't even done what I asked of you yet. Be my obedient succubus and we'll see." You almost let out a sob, and you couldn't help but reach down to try and touch yourself, but just falling short before Antonio grabbed onto both of your writs, pinning them behind yourself. "What did I just tell you, puta?" He slapped your clit again, the painful shock causing you to finally let out that sob. "Cállate!" He hissed suddenly, stopping his movements completely; you were about to whine and beg for him to continue until you heard footsteps getting closer and closer until the other door to the confessional booth opened.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned." The voice of an elderly man spoke.

Antonio cleared his throat before replying to the anonymous person. "How long as it been since your last confession?" He asked, a slight shakiness to his voice that didn't go unnoticed by you, his cock still inside you and twitching in desperation for that sweet friction again, unintentionally edging himself.

The conversation dragged on, feeling like ages and your cunt begging for his cock to start moving inside you again. You slowly started to move your hips, feeling Antonio tense up as your walls started tightening around him. His breathing was heavy and deep, trying to focus on the conversation instead of how you slowly gyrated your hips and how amazing it felt. You hide to hold in your giggles as Antonio had to quickly clasped his hand to cover his own mouth when you made another calculated move to purposely clench around him as he kept trying to give counsel to this old man, still completely unaware of what was happening right next to him, the thin barrier the only thing keeping him from seeing his own priest with his cock buried deep inside you.

It was a couple more minutes before the man finally left, conveniently, the morning turned into the afternoon and that meant no one else was going to be coming in for a confessional, so you and Antonio didn't have to worry about anyone else interrupting you. But that didn't mean he was finally going to give you want you wanted, of course, how stupid could you be to think that? "Please, Father, please," You begged, drool dripping down your neck as he fucked into you relentlessly. "let me come." You sobbed, not caring how you looked or sounded, you only wanted one thing.

"You wanna come, baby?" He growled, a vice grip on your wrists as he continued to piston into you, not letting up even after you started to cry. "Fuck, you're taking me so well, aren't you? You're crying so hard, baby, you sure you can't come from just my cock?"

"I need you to touch my clit, please!" You whined, trying to fight against his hold on wrists, wanting to rub your clit so bad. "Daddy, please."

"Okay, baby." He whispered, reaching down and rubbing viciously slow circles onto your clit. "This what you wanted?"

"Faster, please."

"So polite." He grinned. "You've never failed to use your manners for me, I'm fucking you that good, huh?"

"Yes-!" You screamed out as he quickened his motions on your clit, feeling like liquid fire was flowing through your veins as you instantly reached your peak, seconds away from falling over until he suddenly pulled away. "Antonio!" You sobbed in frustration.

"What is it, baby?" He asked smugly. "Oh, did you want to come?" You nodded furiously. "You just told me to touch your clit, you never specified that you wanted me to make you come. My mistake." You moaned brokenly as he started to rub your clit again, getting you to that peak yet again before denying you that overwhelming pleasure once more. "You haven't told me to make you come yet. I can't give you what you want until you tell me, baby."

"Please, make me come, Daddy. Please, make me come." You begged.

"You never finished your confession." He started, rubbing your clit for a few seconds before pulling away, repeating those same motions. "Finish your confession." He ordered.

"What do you want me to confess?" You stuttered, such a blubbering mess that you could barely make out what you even said yourself.

"Confess, querida. Confess: you're just a filthy little slut who loves to come. Tell me." He smacked your clit, groping your tits roughly, feeling the bruises already starting to form.

"I'm just a filthy little slut," You sobbed, "who loves to come." You gasped loudly as Antonio rubbed your clit at a vigorous pace, compared with his cock slamming into you and brushing up against your cervix, your thighs shook and you spasmed in his hold. "Please, let me come, please, let me come." You begged, so scared that he still wasn't going to allow you to. But you were all too relieved when you finally reached your climax, letting out a loud cry as euphoria overtook you and flooded your senses, so intense that you were sure you blacked out for a few seconds.

"You can give me one more, yeah?" Antonio asked as you brought yourself back down to earth, your back arching and singing precious whimpers as he kept playing with your overstimulated clit.

"No, please, I can't." You panted, the painful pleasure too much for you to handle after just having an orgasm.

"You can. I know you can." You tried pushing his hand away, but he was too strong and you were too weak and limp to do anything about it. "Come for me again, querida." He licked the shell of your ear, gently nibbling on your earlobe as he kept the ruthless pace.

"Stop, baby, please." You begged, unfiltered cries and moans escaping your lips as you felt another orgasm building in your core. "Fuck, ah-!" You yelled as he pinched your clit, fucking into you faster, forcing your orgasm out of you like he was pulling teeth. You dug your nails into his arms that held onto you tightly, hearing him wince as you broke skin when you released on his cock again.

"Good girl, such a good girl." He praised as you came down from your second high, falling completely limp in his arms, his hips below you doing all the work as he chased his own release. "Oh, mierda, I'm gonna come." He groaned, hugging your abdomen and his thrusts become sloppy and erratic. "Beg me to come inside you."

"Please, Daddy, come inside me, please." You cried, turning your head so you could kiss him, gasping as his teeth latched onto your bottom lip. "Fill me up."

Antonio choked on a loud moan as he finally reached his climax, biting down on your shoulder as he released deep inside of you. "Oh, God..." He whispered, kissing where he had bitten you, his movements stilling and falling limp against the wall, his hold softening as he tried to catch his breath. "You did so well for me, mi amor." He smiled tiredly, turning you around in his embrace so he could kiss you properly. "Te amo, mi chica bonita." He whispered affectionately.

"I love you too." You smiled, kissing him one more time before getting off of him. "I feel sorry for whoever has to clean this mess up." You giggled.

Antonio rolled his eyes. "Me. It's gonna be me, you know damn well. But I don't mind." He smirked, helping you back into your skirt, using two of his fingers to push his cum back inside you before pulling your underwear back on. "You better not let a single drop escape this precious cunt, understand? Or else I will punish you when we get home."

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alright, that's it. i'm gonna turn myself in to the horny police so they can send me to horny jail where i'll live out the rest of my days branded as someone who was too horny for their own good✌🏻