Serve your Queen
Summary: Din had been gone for a few weeks leaving you in charge of the kingdom. A diplomat from another planet does his best to insult you in front of your people, not knowing that Din was listening to every word he said. After you made sure to tell the diplomat exactly what you are thinking about the way he talks to you, Din has no other choice but to⊠serve his queen
Pairing: Mand'alor Din Djarin x fem. Mando Reader (Queen)
Wordcount: 1.8k
Warnings: sexism, insults, smut (oral f receiving; unproctected sex), Throne sex (so i guess semi public), power dynamics
A/N: all of this is just an excuse to write Throne sex with Din where he isn't the one in charge. Thanks to the mando beta whisperer @the-scandalorian <3
You werenât used to your new armor yet.
The armorer had only forged it for you some weeks ago, and until now, you hadnât had a chance to wear it in its full glory.
It was beautifulâshiny silver like Dinâs with the same Mudhorn signet on your left shoulder.
Ever since coming to Mandalore, things had changed rapidly for Din and you. You only realized after Din had taken the responsibility of being the Mandâalor how much your lives would change. Din was a king, and you were, somewhat, a queenâŠthough, after a short time, it became pretty clear that for most people your job consisted of one thing and one thing only.
Providing an heir to the throne.
This seemed like a weird expectation considering that the throne could be won via combat by basically anyone at any time, but you werenât about to question it. Again.
The Mandalorians had their ways, and even though you had grown up with them, you didnât agree with all of them. Much like your husband. Din Djarin.
You had met Din almost ten years ago. Back then, he was ruthless, heartlessâand a little cockyâand he worked with a group of the worst of the worst beings of the universe.
As a bounty hunter yourself, you had been given a puck for a quarry he was also after, which meant he was pitted against one of the few Mandalorians he had ever met outside the covert... and he lost.
He had been infuriated and fascinated with you at the same time.
Later, when you were already together he had told you that he was so distracted by you, that he didnât even really try to get the bounty.
In the years after that, your paths kept crossing.
Yet the event that changed your relationship with the bounty hunter was when he found you in a cantina in Sorgan and offered you a job.
One destroyed ship, one kid returned to the Jedi, and one accidental win of the darksaber later, you were married and sitting on Dinâs throne as you listened to the endless insults of a diplomat from a moon you had never heard of, who was furious that you were meeting him and not the âproper king,â as he stated it. You could see the guards shifting their weight nervously as they watched you listening to the man speaking himself almost into a rage.
Din had been gone for a month to search for new clans to bring back to Mandalore, leaving you in charge.
And your peopleâeven though they saw you as little more than a means to an heirâknew that you were a capable fighter, someone who shouldnât be messed with. They saw you sparring against Din and Paz, and you could take down both, even though you were only half their size.
âAre you done yet?â you asked, thankful for the helmet hiding your bored expression.
The man in front of you shut his mouth, his face growing a lovely raging shade of red, as you shifted on the throne.
âI am not done until I have spoken to the true ruler of this planet to discuss our future relationship.â
âWhat relationship if I might ask? Is it not your little moon who needs the protection of the Mandalorians? What is it you are offering us?â you asked.
The man scoffed. âI do not think someone like you would understand that.â
âSomeone more intelligent than you? Yes, I agree,â you nodded, leaning back and crossing your legs on the throne. You heard a chuckle, your eyes landing on a figure at the end of the room, leaning against the wall. You would recognize that armor anywhere.
âHow dare you speak to me like that? Youâre just a placeholder for the man in power.â
âSo is that your problem? That Iâm not a man?â
He was about to answer when a low voice spoke.
âI would be very careful how you answer that question if I were you. I know firsthand that the queen has a temper.â Din walked slowly towards the front of the room, and the man in front of you paled as he bowed.
âMandâalorâŠâ Din just held his hand up, and the man closed his mouth like a fish. Din walked up the stairs to the throne, and you uncrossed your legs and looked up at the man in front of you.
âEveryone out,â Din said, his helmet focused on you, and you could hear shuffling.
âBut, sireâŠâ the man tried.
âI said OUT!â Din growled. It only took a couple more seconds until you heard a door close, and the room was empty.
âThat was very impressive, oh great Mandâalor,â you teased, and Din shook his head.
âIâm still thinking about calling him back, just to see you kick his ass.â
You tilted your helmet up, a smile on your lips.
âI missed you,â you said, starting to get up, but he stopped you, getting down to his knees.
âDinâŠâ you whispered, but he shook his head again. He started to take his gloves off, throwing them to the floor, before his big, warm hand was on your thigh.
âWhat are you doing?â you asked, but he didnât give you an answer. Instead, his palm found your clothed core, and you sighed.
âDo you have any idea how much I missed your cunt?â he asked, beginning to move his hand. You relaxed into the throne, your hands gripping the armrests.
âHopefully not just my cunt,â you whimpered and heard a chuckle.
âAlso missed your sharp tongue,â he said before he took his helmet off. He blinked a couple of times, getting used to the bright daylight streaming through the big windows before he looked at you. You wanted nothing more than to kiss him. Taste him. Feel him. You took your gloves off too, touching his cheek. He needed a shave. He smiled, kissing the palm of your hand, before he began to remove your leg armor.
âDinâŠâ you whispered in warning, and he shook his head for a third time. He was determined.
âLet me serve my queen,â he smiled, and you sighed. You let him take your pants and boots off, leaving you naked from the waist down.
âPerfect,â he hummed, inhaling deeply as if someone had served dinner. He pulled you closer to the edge of the throne, hooking your legs over the armrests so you were spread out for him.
âIf that asshat canât hear you when you cum, I didnât do my job right,â he winked up at you before his tongue was on you. He kissed up your inner thighs, sucking marks into your skin only he would be able to see and know about, before he tasted you. He moaned against you like he was putting on a show, but you knew better. Din had spent more hours between your legs than you could count and fuck if you werenât addicted to him.
He kissed your lower lips, consuming you as if you were his last meal. Then, his tongue darted out, licking up and down, teasing your clit, licking up your juices.
One of your hands grabbed hold of his hair, keeping him where you wanted him most. He hummed against you, his lips sucking on your clit, and you moaned out loudly.
âDin, pleaseâŠâ you whined, looking down into his eyes, cursing the helmet you were still wearing. He saw you reach for your helmet and helped pull it off of you, setting it down on the ground next to his before he was back on you.
You held his gaze as he hollowed his cheeks, his tongue working relentlessly to make you see stars.
âFingers, pleaseâŠâ you begged, and immediately two of his fingers pushed into you, angled just right, and you moaned his name.
âCum for me, my queen,â he hummed, and the next moment you felt your body shudder, your orgasm washing over you in waves while Din moved his fingers inside, extending your pleasure until you tried to get away from him, feeling over sensitive. He kissed your cunt once, before he licked his fingers clean.
âCome here,â you smiled, and he got up, finally kissing you after being away for so long.
You smiled against his lips, your hands running down his chest until you played with the zipper of his pants.
âWhat are you doing?â he hummed against your lips.
âWhat do you think?â you asked, finally getting the zipper opened, his cock almost jumping out as you worked on his pants.
âDo you want to fuck me, or do you want me to fuck you, oh big Mandâalor?â you grinned against his lips, and he groaned.
âFuck me,â he growled, and you found yourself straddling his lap only moments later when he changed positions with you, pulling you into his lap with ease.
âMaybe itâs my turn to make everyone hear you cum, so they know whoâs really in charge here, huh?â you asked with a raised eyebrow and slowly lowered yourself down onto his hard cock. He grabbed your hips, and you both moaned when he was inside you to the hilt. You kissed him, before you brought your hands up to his shoulders and began to move. Riding him slowly, you kept your lips connected to whatever skin of his you could reach as his hands gripped your ass, helping you move on top of him.
âMissed this,â he rasped. âMissed you,â he added before he kissed you again.
You crossed your arms behind his neck, resting your forehead against his as you felt another climax approaching.
âPlease tell me you wonât leave me for at least some weeks,â you whined, rolling your hips faster.
âIâll stay here until youâre sick of me,â he vowed.
âNever,â you whispered, kissing him.
You felt him smile against your lips.
âDin, Iâm close,â you sighed.
âMe too. Want you to cum on my cock. Missed your tight pussy squeezing meâŠâ you felt his fingers rub your clit, and you whined.
âCum for me, riduur,â he growled, and you exploded, holding on to him as he fucked up into you, chasing his own high and he groaned loudly when he finally spilled himself inside of you, keeping you close against his body.
After several moments of quiet, you broke the silence: âDin?â
âHm?â
âYou know Iâm in charge here, right?â you asked.
He laughed, nodding. âEveryone knows youâre in charge, meshâla.â
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DIN THOTS UNDER THE CUT SPOILERS FOR TBOBF
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Frankie Morales and dog tags
based on these two thoughts (1) (2)
Warnings: reader is female, 18+ (minors dni), oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, squirting, overstimulation
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the grand tour
Pairing: Javi Gutiérrez x F!Reader
Words: 3.7k
Warnings: SMUT - oral sex (m and f receiving), face sitting, unprotected sex, clothed sex, woman on top, some dirty talk, dirty names (the word slut is used), creampie
A/N: This all came from the idea that Javi would wear your panties as a pocket square. I know heâs a himbo but I believe heâs also very naughty ;).
Summary: You end up at Javiâs place because of party heâs throwing. You catch his eye and get a special tour of his house.
[masterlist] (I do not have a masterlist for Javi yet so for now he will be under the âother charactersâ link. If I end up writing more for him, he will get his own link :)).
You noticed him before he noticed you. If anything, it looked like he was trying his best not to get noticed, but everyone knew who he was and what he did for a living.
Javi Gutiérrez.
You stared up at the balcony he was standing on hoping no one else on the beach realized how hard you were staring. His orange shirt billowed along with the breeze and his curls were caressed by the wind as well.
His hair looks so soft.
âHey girl!â your friend said, startling you. âDidnât mean to scare you.â She sat in the beach chair beside you and, of course, noticed that you were looking at something when she walked up. She looked up in the direction you were and smiled. âHeâs throwing a party, you know?â
âWhat? When?â you asked.
âTonight! Good thing I bought my red dress with me. Iâm definitely gonna be catching his eye tonight,â she simpered. You laughed awkwardly along with her then sank back into your beach chair.
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The Pornographic Hologram
Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader x Boba Fett
Summary: You, Din and Boba decide to make a sex tape.
Rating: Explicit (18+ only)
Warnings: Making a sex tape, smut, threesome-ish, rough sex (unprotected), missionary (unprotected), doggy style (unprecedented), cunnilingus, face-fucking, blowjob, handjob, masturbation (m, f), creampie, squirting, cock worship, breast/nipple worship, choking, spanking, scratching, teeny bit of degradation (1 use of the word slut), rope/tied up, blindfolding, bad language, nicknames (princess, meshâla), a teeny bit of fluff at the end
Word count: 1k
A/N: I will not be posting at all tomorrow because I have my booster jab and the pharmacy I'm going to is out of town so I will be out until the evening. I apologise to the people waiting for requests, they will get done, I promise.
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The idea drifted into yourâs, Bobaâs, and Dinâs thoughts like a moth would glide towards the light. All three of you were surprised that each of you could come up with such a dirty, vulgar notion when neither of you was intoxicated, all three of you were completely sober. The fact that neither of you has been laid in various months made the three of you crave this more than anything in this galaxy.
You all know the harms of making the sex tape. You all know that there's a very high chance that you could fall in love with one of them. But it doesn't stop you. Nowhere near stopping you.
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Recording...
You're lying there on the bed in Bobaâs throne room, stroking your clitoris, both men are watching you from the chairs they're sitting on, palming themselves as you permit pretty moans to leave your mouth. Din and Boba lower their trousers to their knees, stroking themselves as they watch your glistening body getting pleasured by yourself.
By now both men's cocks are weeping, begging to get pleasured by you in any way possible. They just need your attention. âStop, princess,â Boba orders you. âBend over for us and hold your arms out,â Din also orders you. You do as you're told, getting onto your knees, sticking your arse out for the men to see, then you hold your hands out for them. Din grabs some rope and ties it securely around your wrists, it's tight but not tight enough to hurt you. âIâm going to tie this blindfold around your eyes, okay, princess?â Boba murmurs softly against your ear. You nod desperately, then Boba secures the piece of fabric around your eyes tightly, but not too tight.
Boba gives your arse a few smacks, causing filthy moans to leave the midsts of your throat. âCan I please put you in my mouth?â You plead with Din, full of desperation to savor him. âMmm, fuck, yes, Din groans as guides your head down to his cock. You glide the flat of your tongue around the tip of his cock, earning a gorgeous-sounding growl from the abysses of his throat. âOh fuck, so great meshâla. I love your pretty mouth so fucking much,â Din grunts as he brings his naked, rough hand to your cheek, caressing it. You press soft, feather-light kisses along his rod and bless the most precious kiss to the tip.
âCan I get a taste of you?â Boba murmurs into your ear as you hungrily run your mouth and tongue all around Dinâs thick length. You nod desperately in response, then almost immediately you feel Bobaâs tongue push its way through your folds to your clit, causing you to cry out desperately against Dinâs cock. You fasten your lips around his cock, bobbing your head as you take him in deeper and deeper into your throat. Meanwhile, Boba is consuming you like he hasn't eaten anything in weeks--maybe months. A wonderful burning sensation overcomes you as your climax catches up to you. âOh, look at you--you dirty little slut--sucking my big cock--while he licks you out--such a naughty slut,â Din says in between moans. Those vulgar, filthy words drag you to your climax, you scream out in immense pleasure as your juices squirt out of your cunt and all over Bobaâs face. Desperate to reach his climax, Din repeatedly thrusts his hips, shoving his cock into the back of your throat, until he's a whimpering mess, leaking his thick ropes of cum into the back of your throat.
Boba grabs you, gently and flips you onto your back. He removes your blindfold gently, saying, âI want you to look me in the eye, while I rail the fuck out of you.â Boba eliminates the rest of his clothes, then plants his thick length inside you. He gives you a few moments to adjust to his size, before pulling out to the tip and shoving himself back in, fucking you roughly. Your and Bobaâs vulgar noises fill the room, neither of you caring about the fact that anyone in the palace could find out what's going on. Din sits beside your fucking bodies, putting his naked hand in between your naked bodies, squeezing your breasts, and playing with your nipples. Youâre now screaming out in pleasure from two wonderful sensations, Bobaâs thick cock grinding against your g-spot and Dinâs rough hand playing with your tits. Boba continues fucking you until you he becomes a groaning mess and fills your desperate cunt with his thick ropes, cumming together as you dig your nails into the side of his neck, dragging them slightly, leaving a mark. Once youâve both come down from your releases, Boba pulls out of you, giving Din the chance to fuck you.
Din unties the rope that bound around your wrists earlier on, so you can stabilize yourself, then he flips you onto all fours. He lines his cock up with your entrance, then pushes his cock through your folds, into your entrance, receiving a loud moan from both of you. He thrusts his cock mercilessly in and out of your slick cunt, balls deep. Your moans soon turn into screams of pleasure, loving his rough and dangerous pace. âOh, fuck, you take me so fucking well,â Din groans. As he draws close to his orgasm, he wraps his hand around your throat, pulling you up on his cock as he shoves it up into you. He continues these deep, rough thrusts, rubbing his thick cock against your g-spot with his hand still wrapped around your throat. You're close to another orgasm, an extreme one. Boba can see that so he gently takes your hands in his and murmurs, âitâs okay princess, you can cum.â You do, you scream out their names in pleasure as you cum hard, very hand on Dinâs cock. âCum for me, Din. Itâs okay, you can cum,â You beg him, still squirting on his cock. From your words, he starts to pulse inside you, whimpering your name like heâs reciting a prayer as he cums inside your cunt.
Din pulls out of you, then heaves you close to his soft chest, lying down with you on the bed. Boba turns the recording off, then returns to the bed, lying beside you and Din, resting his head on your chest.
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Would you rather have Kylo Ren fuck you wearing the mask or have him use the force to make you ride him?
THE FORCE OH MY GODâ
âI know you feel it.â He says, the leather of his gloves creaking as his grip tightens around your throat. Tears well in your eyes and track down your cheeks as you lick your lips, a wheezing breath escaping between them. His words are your thoughts spoken aloud, and even as your face heats in shame, you canât stop them. âSo full, you didnât know you could be so full,â he echoes.
Your face is pressed against the cool metal of the shipâs hull, and youâre only just out of sight. Anyone who wanted to check back here had only to peer around the corner and they would see you, stuffed full of the Supreme Leaderâs cock, your pants around your ankles, his hand around your throat. He moves languidly, like he has all the time in the world, drawing out slowly and then pushing in inch by delicious, thick, inch.
Footsteps make your head snap up, but he doesnât stop, doesnât even bother trying to hide. When the troopers come around the corner, he simply waves a hand at them.
âYou donât see us.â
You clench around himâyou canât help it. Youâd heard their surprised gasps, seen them falterâand now they continue on as if youâre not there. As if Kylo isnât balls deep in you right now.
His fingers slide against a panel, and the wall behind you opensâa med bay. His cock slips out of you long enough for him to drag you inside. You watch him recline on the small bed, his cock pointing straight up, still slick with you.
Itâs clear you waffle too long, because suddenly you feel him in your head, like two feet in one sock, and your limbs begin moving without your permission. âCome. Ride it, rebel girl.â Itâs an order, a command, and then a need inside of you, so familiar itâs easy to forget itâs foreign.
Youâre clamoring onto him, spreading your thighs eagerly as you sink down. His hands are on your breasts, twisting and teasing your nipples as ones you canât see grasp your hips, helping you move. You sob at the fullness, but you canât stop, you canâtâ
âI think youâre finally beginning to learn.â
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Night Out
Pairing:Â Frankie Morales x F!Reader (part of Because of You universe)
Word Count: 5.7k
Summary: You and Frankie get a babysitter for the night and head to Bennyâs for a party. You make sure to take advantage of the night out.Â
Warnings: PWP - lactation kink, thigh riding, car sex, unprotected p in v, praise kink, dirty talk, spanking, mentions of oral sex, squirting
Other Parts: Because of You - Dirty - Bedtime - Temptation
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You knew the moment this became more than just a recon mission. It wasnât the moment you were in the jungle scoping out Loreaâs house, or when you all found out Pope had been lying the whole time, or watching the video from the informant. No it was the moment you saw the armory heâd collected in an old shipping container.
Frankie pulls off his sunglasses and puts them into the neck of his shirt, leaning on Tomâs shoulder. His eyes go from concerned to calculating, taking in the plethora of assault weapons, gear, and even a couple bombs. Heâd thought this through, Pope, heâs been planning this for years.
âIâm definitely getting that Ferrari now,â Benny turns to grin at you. You canât help the bitter laugh that escapes your mouthïżŒ as you cross your arms over your chest, keeping your eyes downcast.
âWhat have I told you Benny,â Frankie walks over to you, rubbing his hands up and down your arms, offering some comfort. âNever spend your money until itâs in your pocket.â
You slowly lift your head and heâs closer than you were expecting, hovering over you. âFish,â Pope calls and he breaks eye contact to glance at Pope who tosses him a rifle. Keeping one hand on you, he catches the gun with his left hand, the ridges in his forearms tightening around the gun.
âSeems I still got it,â his voice is husky as he looks from the gun back to you.
âYou never lost it Fish,â your voice is nothing more than a whisper, lost in the warmth of his brown eyes.
âNo?â he cocks a grin at you.
âNo.â
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âWe have to fly over the FUCKIN ANDES MAN!â
You press your hands into his chest, and try to calm him down. âFrankie, Frankie,â heâs breathing heavy as Tom continues pushing.
âJust give him a fucking minute!â You turn snapping at your former commander.
âYou donât tell me what to do!â His eyes arenât right as he puts a finger in your face.
âYou get that finger out of her face or Iâll fucking break it!â Frankie pushes you behind him and stares down Tom.
Neither man moves, before Tom breaks eyes contact with a loud sigh, âcan we make it?â
Frankie glares back at him, before turning to you, you shake your head, youâve done the math in your head. âFish?â Tom asks again, âweâre not leaving 100 million dollars on the runway are we?!â
Frankie sighs and you can see the defeat set into his shoulders, âsheâll make it!â
Tom grins and goes back to loading the chopper, Frankie goes to follow but you grab his arm. âFrankie...â
âIâll get you home,â he mumbles not meeting your eyes, âjust trust me.â He pulls his arm from your grasp and you watch him step into the chopper.
âI trust you,â you mumble under your breath, âitâs Tom I donât trust.â
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âHeâs a kid!â You step in front of the gun, and Frankies eyes widen. The rifle instantly dropping, his jaw clenched so tight it could snap.
âSunshine, move,â Frankie growls, his hand on the gun tightening when you refuse to do so. âHeâs seen us, the second we leave heâs going to call them and theyâre going to find us!â
âThen they find us,â you put your hand on his arm. âFrankie,â he glances away, âbaby, look at me.â His eyes snap to yours, and hold you in his sights, Pope moving silently to tie up and gag the teenager. âYouâre not going to shoot an innocent kid, thatâs not you.â
You take a step closer, cupping his grime stained cheek, âthatâs not the Frankie I love.â He swallows hard and nods, opening his mouth to reply, your fingers hovering over his lips, âno, please donât say anything.â
âFish, Hotwire the truck,â Pope orders, Will shouldering past and bumping you with his heavy pack. Frankies hands shoot out to your waist to steady you.
You turn towards the trunk but Frankies hands on your waist tighten, pulling you to his chest. Your hands rest on the Kevlar and his forehead brushes your own, âthank you,â he mumbles. âI never would have forgiven myself if I pulled that trigger.â
âI know,â you whisper, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to his lips, ânow come on, weâre not out of the woods yet.â
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easy, girl (Whiskey/f!reader)
Rating: E (Explicit)
Length: 4.5k
Summary: Jack âWhiskeyâ Daniels retired honorably from Statesman and bought a ranch in Montana. Youâre part of the construction team helping with the renovations. You catch his eye, and he catches yours, but youâre not looking for a relationship; you want someone to treat you right and ease your tension, someone you can trust to take care of you. Jack is more than up to the challenge.
Warnings: SMUT, daddykink, PIV sex (unprotected), oral (m receiving), spanking, pussy spanking, slight d/s elements, alcohol consumption, let me know if I missed something important
A/N: Just some daddy!whiskey after a request and thots from @danniburgh, hope you like this bby! Much love as always to my sweet writing wife @ezrasbirdie who helped me sort through this little fic and reassured me it was not a total disaster. And the gif isnât actually Jack but also it IS OKAY it just is.
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âPerfect,â you say, wiping the sweat from your brow as the last piece of the built-in hutch is nailed in. The exquisite woodwork frames the entryway perfectly, and the dark cherry shelves lit from beneath will make a gorgeous display case. You donât know much about the man of means moving in here, but heâs supposed to be arriving today, so youâre thrilled the work is complete.
What kind of a name is Jack Daniels, anyway?
You shake your head. He must be in the alcohol business. There are quite a few distilleries in the area, the practice having gained in popularity in this part of Montana. You slide your hand across the smooth, heavy wooden shelves, double anchored into the wall.
âNot bad at all.â The rich baritone makes you jump slightly.
âApologies, miss,â the man adds. âDidnât mean to startle ya.â
âItâs all right,â you reply, turning to face him.
Heâs gorgeous. Not in an obvious, cover model sort of way. Heâs got more of a rugged edge to him. Strong nose, full mustache. Broad chest and shoulders, his stomach fairly trim but a hint of softness making his navy button-down shirt curve out, just above his gleaming belt buckle. Dark wash jeans, boots already a little dusty from his walk up the drive.
âNameâs Jack,â he says, holding out his hand. It dwarfs your own, and you feel your heart quicken as you take it, shaking it in greeting. Your own name sounds foreign on your lips.
âPleasure to make your acquaintance,â he says, and you smile, his own lips curling up in a reflection of the gesture. âYou have quite a way with your hands, I see.â
You shrug.
âAll in a dayâs work.â
Jack nods, pursing his lips and studying the hutch, running his hands over the smooth cherry. His palm cups one of the shelves and he gives a low whistle.
You feel yourself clench involuntarily. Fuck, how long has it been since a man touched you like that?
âWell, it makes the place feel more like home. Plenty of space for me to display my bull riding trophies,â he adds with a grin.
âYou were a-?â
âNo, maâam,â he says hastily, chuckling. âIâm not sure why I said that. I suppose pretty, talented girls make me nervous.â
You bite your lip. Heâs flirting.
âWell, Iâll get out of your hair, Iâm sure youâre looking to settle in soon,â you say. âWelcome home.â
Jack clears his throat.
âActually,â he says, blushing, âI havenât got my kitchen set up yet, and - well - I was thinkinâ of going to the local steakhouse for dinner tonight. I know itâs short notice, but I sure would like some company, being new in town and all. If youâd like to join me?â
Wow. He doesnât mess about.
You pause thoughtfully, and Jack seems to be wrestling with whether his offer was a good idea when you finally respond.
âThat sounds nice,â you say, smiling. âBut Iâd rather not go in these overalls covered in sawdust,â you add.
Jack chuckles.
ââCourse, Iâd be happy to pick you up later,â he says.
You give him your address, which he types into his cell phone with awkward, too-big fingers. You find yourself staring at them, as he slides his phone back into his pocket and rubs his hands together.
âSee you at seven, then,â he says, a buoyant smile on his face.
Itâs contagious. Youâre sure you must be grinning from ear to ear.
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You slip into a black wrap dress, one of your few nicer outfits, reserved for the occasional date, when you can be bothered to dress up - and this is one of those times. You slide on your pearl drop earrings, a pair that once belonged to your grandmother, and fasten a silver watch around your wrist.
Hair freshly washed and dried, you give yourself a final glance as the doorbell rings, spraying a few drops of perfume between your breasts and picking up your small evening bag.
You open the door, and Jack whirls around to see you, hat in hand, his lips parting in surprise. Heâs got a small bouquet of flowers - lilies - arranged in an elegant crystal vase, and your eyes meet his as he sweeps in, lifting your hand to kiss the back of it.
âMercy, woman,â he breathes, grinning up at you. âI sure am glad you said yes tonight.â
You chuckle, taking the vase and stepping back into the kitchen to admire it under the light.
âTheyâre beautiful, Jack,â you say, setting the vase on your kitchen table.
âCanât hold a candle to you,â he whispered.
âCharmer,â you reply. âShall we?â
The steakhouse is dimly lit, the music soft. Jack has a table reserved near the window, and the sun has already set behind the mountains, sending a riot of color into the sky as the light fades. The waiter brings you a bottle of merlot.
âTo new beginnings,â Jack says, and you toast, taking a sip, the wine heavy on your tongue.
âSo, what brings you to Big Sky country?â you ask, resting the glass back on the table and tracing your finger around the base. âRenovating the Drummond Ranch - must be costing you a pretty penny. You a distiller?â
Jack smiles.
âI was in the alcohol business for quite a long time. Statesman,â he says, clearing his throat.
âWhiskey,â you say, and he cocks an eyebrow. âI mean, they make a great one,â you add, and he nods.
âYes, some say the best. Decided I was gettinâ a bit too old for the game, so I took retirement. Hanginâ up my hat, so to speak.â
You squint at him.
âToo old? Youâre still pretty young,â you say, smiling.
âA generous statement from a beautiful young woman,â Jack replies. âI will accept it with grace.â
You both sip your wine, comfortable silence settling over the table.
âIâm glad you agreed to join me tonight,â Jack says, studying you. âBut I have to ask, is there someone I am depriving of your company?â
You sigh softly.
âNo, not at the moment. Honestly, Iâve been working so much, I canât seem to sustain a traditional relationship these days.â You pause, eyeing him. âCards on the table?â
Jack raises an eyebrow.
âAlways.â
âWell,â you say, finger tracing the rim of your wine glass, âIâm looking for something a little different. Not many men can handle it.â
His gaze becomes even more intense, eyes alight with interest.
âNow youâve got me curious, sugar,â he says, grinning. âWhat exactly is it youâre looking for?â
You feel your cheeks heat up.
âIâve never actually- I mean-â
âItâs all right,â Jack says, placing a gentle hand over yours on the table. âIf we donât ask for what we want, how will we ever get it?â
You take a deep breath.
âWell, I suppose - Iâm looking for a Daddy.â
The silence between you feels like a yawning canyon. Part of you wants to claw at the words, drag them back up the rock walls and down your throat and never, ever say them again. It seems like an eternity before he replies.
âI must admit,â Jack says, âIâm actually not familiar with the concept.â
âOh - really?â Your heart thuds, syncopated. Youâre sure it skipped a few beats while you were waiting for his response.
âReally,â he says. His tone is simple, even, and devoid of judgement. He truly doesnât know.
âWill you explain how it works?â Jack asks, inclining his head hopefully toward you. âIf you wouldnât mind, Iâd like to know more.â
âOh- okay,â you say, a little breathlessly. âWell, the idea is - a caretaker. Sometimes it involves money, but thatâs not really what Iâm looking for. Itâs more about decisions, and being cared for.â You pause. âI work so hard all day, making decisions, leading the work crews - when I go home, I crave someone to make decisions for me, to take that pressure off. Someone to give me one small thing to focus on, to relax my mind and quiet the tension. And when it comes to sex, well,â you add, eyes meeting his again at last, âthereâs nothing better than having that strong presence guiding me, giving me pleasure, and telling me exactly how to please him, too.â
Jack has barely moved, barely blinked. He seems to be soaking in your words, turning them over in his mind.
âWell,â Jack says, folding his hands thoughtfully, âI havenât done anything quite like that before, but I must say the idea intrigues me. And with you,â he adds, his gaze drifting down to your neck, shoulders and chest before rising back up, âI think Iâd very much like to try it.â
âOkay,â you say, licking your lips.
âI might look to you just to be sure Iâm doing it right,â Jack adds, fingers rubbing over his jaw, âbut I believe I can take care of you.â
You smile.
The rest of dinner is easy, peaceful, and calm. Jack refills your wine glass and you enjoy a tender, juicy piece of sirloin with greens and fluffy buttermilk-mashed potatoes as Jack makes short work of a Porterhouse. Heâs easy to talk to; charming, but not brash, unlike so many men in this town.
Those who seemed up to the challenge of your particular needs almost always wanted to own you. Jack already feels different.
You order a slice of cheesecake for dessert, and Jack smiles at the way your eyes light up as the fresh treat is placed in front of you. He reaches for your fork.
âTell me if this is okay, sugar,â he says, smiling gently. You watch the utensil twirl in his fingers as he slides it through the cake, turning and lifting the piece to your lips. âOpen up, baby girl,â he says, and your breath catches in your throat. You part your lips, letting him slide the fork into your mouth, enjoying the sweet-tart flavor, raspberry sauce catching on the corner of your lips. Jack pulls the fork back once youâve cleaned it and brushes the sauce away with his thumb, bringing the digit to his lips and sucking it.
âGood?â He asks, his dark eyes trained on you as you feel heat rush down the back of your neck and bloom over your chest.
âYeah,â you whisper, smiling.
âBaby steps,â Jack says, handing the fork off to you and nodding. âEnjoy your dessert, sugar.â
Youâre sure youâve never tasted anything sweeter.
Jack brings you home, lifting his Stetson off his head to say good night.
âIâve had a glorious evening,â he says, a warm smile on his lips. âIâd like to explore your desires more soon,â he adds, a hopeful gleam in his eye. âIf thatâs something you would like?â
You trace your fingers over his tie, sliding them just under the lapel of his blazer.
âWhy donât we sleep on it?â you reply, eyes blazing. You take a half step back, and he licks his lips, shaking his head slightly. Lifting your hand to his mouth, he kisses the backs of your fingers and smiles.
âSweet dreams, sugar,â he says, before tipping his hat and watching you walk inside.
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Jack canât help himself; the minute he gets home, he puts on his reading glasses, switches on his computer and starts doing research.
Heâd never thought about exploring something like this before, and the more he reads, the more he gets turned on. There are as many variations of this sort of relationship as there are stars in the Montana sky, but based on your conversation, Jack has a pretty good idea of the kind you want. And he wants it, too.
He imagines you; naked across his lap, whimpering with need and letting him tease you; then with your hands tied to the bedpost; bare beneath his lips as he carefully measures out how much pleasure to give you, dragging you right to the edge of release over and over and overâ
Jack scrubs a hand over his face, shaking his head to clear the thoughts.
He canât wait to see you again.
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Itâs a week and two days before he finally does.
You remain friendly but professional on site - which is actually Jackâs home - and itâs not until you invite him over for drinks at the end of the following week that he gets to see your business persona slip off like a coat, leaving you lighter, freer, as you greet him at the front door of your house looking soft and comfortable in an oversized sweater and leggings.
âCome inside, Daddy,â you say, the words drawing a shudder of pleasure from him.
He follows you in, setting his hat on the counter and boots and small overnight bag near the door, then shrugging off his blazer and setting it on an armchair. Padding into the living room, you sweep in, two glasses in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.
âStatesman,â you say with a grin, unscrewing the top and pouring two fingers in each glass. You hand one to Jack and he swirls the amber liquid around before tipping the glass back, swallowing it.
You drain your own glass, sitting on the carpet next to the coffee table - level with Jackâs knees, legs tucked under you.
âNow what, Daddy?â You ask, gazing up at him, all wide-eyed innocence. Jack meets your gaze and you can feel his presence expanding to fill the role, fill the need you shared with him. His chest, his shoulders, the set of his jaw. Heâs ready to give you everything you need.
âMy pretty girl,â he whispers, leaning forward and setting his glass down on the coffee table. âWill you be good, let Daddy take care of you? Focus on you?â
âYes, Daddy,â you reply.
âSuch a good girl. Working so hard every day. How do those shoulders feel?â
You roll your shoulders back, feeling tension through the muscles. Theyâre hard and knotted; you carry a lot of stress in them.
âThey hurt,â you reply simply, holding his gaze.
âDaddyâs gonna make them feel better,â he says. âCome, sit between my knees,â he adds, and you shift, climbing onto the sofa and perching where his thighs are spread apart. He places two warm, large hands on your shoulders.
âBaby girl, you werenât foolinâ around, these are rock hard,â he says. âJust you let me take care of it.â
He presses his thumb into the muscle, meeting resistance and easing it in deeper, the tissue warming under his touch. The knit of your sweater and the wide straps of your bra restrict his movement slightly, and he gently turns your chin to look at him.
âDo you want Daddy to touch your skin? Get right down to the surface, where you need it the most?â He asks, and you nod, nearly whimpering with desire.
âLetâs take this off you, then,â he purrs, hands reaching to the front hem of your sweater. You raise both arms over your head as he pulls it up and off, then look back over your shoulder, smiling shyly, clad only in your bra. Itâs a supportive one, yet still pretty; a black sheer layer covers the cups, but the straps are tight, digging into your shoulders.
âDaddyâs gonna take this off too,â he says, and you sigh in relief as he unhooks the clasp, your breasts falling free of the material. He leans forward, sliding the bra off your arms, leaving you bare from the waist up.
âPretty girl,â he whispers, pressing a kiss to the pinched skin where the straps were too tight. âLet Daddy make you feel better.â
His hands slide up your bare back, fingertips seeking out tight muscles and massaging them. He rubs tension loose, working his way over the soft, bare flesh, but careful not to stray from his task. Your nipples peak with the sensation, hardening into buds as he rubs you, leaning in close to press a warm, wet kiss to your neck.
âWant more, sugar?â He asks, and you nod helplessly.
âYes, Daddy,â you say, panting softly, leaning back against him. âPlease - play with my nipples,â you whisper, eyes nearly rolling back in pleasure as his palms cup your breasts, as though heâd been waiting, aching for the moment you wanted him.
He tweaks both nipples, rolling them between his fingers as you moan in delight.
âGood girl,â he says, praise falling from his lips as he rolls and tugs on the peaks of your breasts, his mustache tickling the back of your neck.
You can feel him, hard against your lower back, and you reach back, cupping his bulge in your palm, when he stops.
âWhat did I say, baby girl?â He says, tone gentle but firm. âFocus on you, sugar.â
âBut-â
âWhat did we say?â
âWhat did you say?â Jack had asked across the dinner table that first night.
âIf I argue, while weâre in that space, it means I want you to spank me,â you repeated, eyes on him.
âOver my knee?â He asked, his mouth falling open slightly. The thought sent his blood rushing south.
âOver your knee, completely naked,â you said. âMaybe just five times, hard enough to sting just a little. We can use the stoplight system to check in. Not hard enough to leave marks. Just till Iâm all warm,â you finished, lips closing around your final bite of cheesecake.
âYou heard me, Daddy,â you reply, eyes leveling a challenge at him.
âVery well,â Jack said, easing you out of his lap. âStand up, sugar. You need to be brought to heel, when Daddy tells you what to do.â
You pout, wiggling as Jack stands with you, hooking his thumbs in the sides of your leggings and pulling them down. They pool at your feet, quickly followed by your panties, and Jack takes a moment to look you over as you step out of them, examining your bare skin.
He sits back down, unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.
âOver my knee, sugar,â he says, face stern but not cruel. Your bravado slips away slightly. Heâs really focused on getting this right.
You fold yourself down over his lap, your mound brushing against the denim of his jeans. It feels good.
He notices. Of course he does.
âNo grinding that little pussy of yours to get off, baby girl,â he says, and you whimper. âUh-uh-uh. Youâll come when Daddy says,â he adds, and you bite your lip, nodding.
Stretched across him, ass in the air, you feel completely exposed and at his mercy. His forearms flex as he rubs his hands over your ass, squeezing the cheeks experimentally before he places one hand at the small of your back.
Smack.
You jump a little.
âCount for Daddy,â he says, and you moan, mumbling the word.
âClearly, baby girl.â
âOne,â you say, panting.
âBetter,â he murmurs.
Smack. It tingles, blood rushing to the surface of the skin.
âTwo.â Your pussy throbs with need, and you bite down on your lip to keep from grinding it against the ribbed denim. It would be so easy toâ
Smack. The throb has reached your cheeks, blood pounding, but not causing you pain. Itâs just inside that sweet spot, and you feel your body relax.
âThree.â
âColor?â He asks.
âGreen, Daddy,â you moan.
Smack. Smack.
You finish the count, cheeks nearly vibrating with sensation, tears slipping down your cheeks.
âDaddy, it hurts,â you whimper, curling in on yourself.
âItâs over.. easy, girl, my sweet little thing, you did so good,â he breathes, soothing you with his hands. Jack leans down and presses his lips to the swell of your ass, cool and wet against the flaming surface.
âSo good,â he nearly growls, opening his mouth and flattening his tongue against the skin, licking you. âYou did so good.â
âFuck,â you whimper, shaking all over.
âSugar, do you still need to grind? Go ahead, itâs all right. Grind that little pussy on Daddyâs leg.â
You rock your hips, the friction increasing. Youâre aching, clenching. Dripping. The denim is getting soaked, and you donât care.
âGood girl, thatâs it. Fuck, thatâs my good girl, cum for Daddy,â he murmurs. Youâre whining, panting with each thrust. Your swollen, throbbing clit rubs against the wet denim and you cry out, legs shaking, as you hit your peak.
Shaking, you curl up in his lap as he gently strokes your face.
âSuch a good girl,â he says, and your back arches in delight at the praise.
âHow was that for a start?â Jack asks, hands caressing your body. âLetâs get you a nice bath now, baby girl. Somethinâ soft to wear, right? And we can watch a movie, if you want.â
Heâs three for three on the aftercare youâd discussed on the way home from last weekâs date. This man is one to keep around.
You nod dreamily, and Jack lifts you into his arms, carrying you to the bathroom. He kneels by the tub, running the faucet till itâs nice and warm, then helping you into the water. The heat soothes your ass, still a little sensitive from his attention. Pouring a cap of bubble bath into the water, you watch the foam rise and giggle softly.
âI almost never take the time to use that,â you say, grinning.
âWell, when Daddyâs here, you take all the time you need,â Jack replies, kissing your forehead. He disappears for a moment, returning with a glass from the kitchen, filled with raspberry lemonade from a pitcher in the fridge.
âThank you, Daddy,â you say, taking the glass and sipping gratefully, the fresh, sweet juice invigorating your senses. You set the glass aside and settle into the water, relaxing fully.
Jack has a soft washcloth in one hand, and he dips it below the waterâs surface, massaging the lips of your pussy, then circling your clit.
You tip your head back, arching toward him, breasts covered in foam. He grins and cups your face.
âYou know, I havenât actually kissed you on the mouth yet,â he says, and you chuckle.
âRight you are,â you reply. âAnd here I am, naked in the tub, and youâre still fully dressed,â you add. âSince weâre doing things a little differently, I think Iâd like to see you naked first. Before we do something so intimate as kissing,â you finish. Jack blushes, shaking his head before sitting back on his heels. Heâs slow and deliberate as he unbuttons his shirt, peeling off the layer and setting it aside. His white cotton undershirt follows, and then he stands up.
You have to look up at his hips from your vantage point in the tub, and your eyes widen at the sight of his cock; he was bare beneath the jeans, all this time. Heâs thick, the head peeking out of the foreskin, so red itâs nearly purple, swollen with need. A bead of precum glistens on his tip.
Gazing up at Jack, you smile, reaching for his length and kneeling up out of the water.
âBaby girl, you donât have tâ- oh, fuck,â he nearly cries as you wrap your lips around him.
You engulf him in your mouth, sucking him deep, as deep as you can. Your tongue curls under the head of his cock, tip massaging his most sensitive spot, and he fists his hand in your hair, barely restraining himself from just rocking his his hips and fucking your throat.
âShit,â he pants, breaths erratic and labored. Your mouth, your tongue, he never imagined-
You pull off, hollowing your cheeks to give his tip a long, slow suck. He looks down at you, still soapy and wet, and squeezes the base of his cock with his fist to keep from bursting right there all over you.
âSupposed to be takinâ care of you,â he says after a long pause. âBeinâ your gentle Daddy, givinâ you everything you need.â
You stand, water and suds sliding off your skin.
âRight now, I need to ride your cock, Daddy,â you say, touching your clit with one hand and whimpering.
âOnly Daddy gets to touch that,â Jack replies, gently tugging your hand away. You push it back between your legs and grin wickedly.
He pulls it away a second time and lifts you, dripping wet, into his arms. Grabbing a towel, he carries you to the bed and rests you down on it where you spread your legs wantonly, your pussy on display for him.
âNaughty girl,â Jack growls, cupping you between your legs before flicking his wrist back and spanking your soaked, dripping folds.
You nearly shriek in surprise.
âFuck, again,â you whine, and he smacks your pussy with his palm, the slap echoing in your bedroom.
âBaby girl,â he purrs, pulling you upright and lining himself up. âClimb on.â
You let him support you, walking back to the wall for better leverage, and wrap both your legs around his hips as he sinks inside you. You feel completely full; his length hot and pulsing deep inside your body.
âFuck me, Daddy,â you whimper, and he starts to rock his hips, pressing you against the wall as he slides in over and over again, making you bounce on top of him. Your whole body shakes with the force of it, and each thrust punches out cries from the back of your throat.
âMore, Daddy, please,â you moan, and he pins both your hands to the wall, hips rolling and driving him in deeper, harder, faster, until you cum so hard that all you can do is wail.
Your cries must have become hysterical at some point, because you feel him ease you down, kiss your cheeks and your lips at last, and gently guide you back to the tub. He drains a little water and warms up the bath, getting in behind you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders.
âMy baby girl,â he whispers, washcloth wiping tenderly over your body. You let him wash you slowly, taking care with every part of you, and helping you out of the tub once youâre rinsed clean. He pulls soft panties and pajamas out of your dresser, and you put them on, letting him squeeze your wet hair with the towel and kiss your neck.
Twenty minutes later, heâs changed into the sweatpants and t-shirt he brought over in his bag, and youâre curled up together on the sofa, your head resting against his chest. He feeds you pieces of popcorn from a bowl he popped while you picked out a movie to watch, and you settle in together, drifting off before long.
Youâre dozing when he picks you up to carry you to bed, and you squeeze his hand as he rests you down on the mattress.
âStay, Daddy?â You mumble sleepily.
Jack climbs into bed, pressing a long, lingering kiss to your lips.
âOf course, baby girl,â he says. âAs long as you want.â
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Reason to Breathe
Joel Miller x fem!reader
Word count: 4.9k (yeah this got away from me lol)
Warnings: HOLY SHIT SMUT (18+ ONLY!), sex pollen, fuck or die, unprotected sex, oral (both receiving), multiple positions, multiple orgasms, so much sex lol, pining, protective!Joel, softness, love confessions, no use of y/n (hopefully I covered everything, let me know if I forgot something)
Notes: Iâve been sitting on this idea for a while now and Iâm so excited to share this! Iâm a sucker for the sex pollen between two people pining and it works so well with Joel too! And yeah, this is long by my standards but after multiple edits Iâm happy with it! Let me know what yâall think!! And that one line near the end is 100% me making fun of myself for the premise I came up with here lol.
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âAre you sure this is a good idea, Joel?â
He let out a sigh as he leaned against his horse, âFor Ellieâs sake, I gotta try.â
A group of passersby mentioned a research lab while you hosted them for drinks at the bar last night, and it immediately got Joelâs attention. He quickly asked more about it, and although the men were fuzzy on the details, there seemed to be a lab not too far away that was researching a cure.Â
Or at least, thatâs what the rumor was. Either way it was enough for Joel, and he wanted to check it out. He didnât mention anything to Ellie yet until he was sure, but he knew he had to at least give it a chance.
âThen Iâm going with you,â you spoke in a resolved tone as you threw your gear on your own horse, âSomeoneâs gotta watch after you.â
Joelâs shoulders slumped, but you could see in his eyes that he was secretly relieved you decided to join him, âAlright.â
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âHey I love your story! Is it okay if I draw-âÂ
YES. PLEASE, GOD, YES, DRAW IT. DRAW IT AND SHOW ME. I WILL BEG YOU FOR IT.
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I was laying in bed last night trying to sleep during a raging storm when a stupid scenario popped into my head that made me laugh. I can't write to save my life, so I thought I'd share the gist of the thing.
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You and (I picture Din) have to take shelter from a storm in a crappy inn on some backwater planet. There is only one room of course, and it doesn't have much to offer other than a broken down mattress with a big dip in the middle and a crappy heater that providws little warmth. You both agree it's better than being outside so you take it.
Din wants to be Din and have you take the bed while he sleeps on the floor, but you think that's foolish and that you can share the bed. You tell him that you can each keep to your respective sides and sleep back-to-back. He reluctantly agrees to your proposal because he has a bad back.
The heater doesn't do much, other than make noise, so you're both sleeping in your cloaks and under the blanket. While you're sleeping the heater makes a loud knocking noise startling you awake, only for you to realize that you've both fallen victim to the big dip in the bed.
Here's where it gets stupid...
You discover that you both slid into the dip and now your rumps have pressed together. Nothing else, just rear ends smooshed up against each other.
You're horrified because this man has a HUGE personal space bubble and now your ass has intruded into that space. You want to move, but are afraid that by doing so you'll wake him up drawing attention to the pressing matter. You lay there for a few minutes to try and tell if the heater woke him, but it's impossible to tell. You decide to take your chances and shift yourself but are having a hell of a time because the dip in the mattress is working against you. You finally manage to shift yourself a few inches and think you're in the clear when you hear Din quietly laughing.
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A New Years To Remember {Marcus Pike x F!Reader}
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 6.1k
Warnings: Weddings, receptions, throwing the bouquet, cutting the cake, first dances, New Yearâs kisses, drinking, tipsy but both parties consent, Oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, squirting, multiple orgasms, confessions.
Comments: Your best friend is getting married to Marcusâ best friend on New Yearâs Eve. Even though you introduced the couple, you arenât experiencing the same happy ever after. Unless the wedding reception and a kiss at midnight can change that.Â
A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!
Co-written with @storiesofthefandomloversâ
You adjust the brideâs veil, admiring her dress in the mirror as she tries to not cry. âYou look beautiful, Maddieâ You smile and she turns around to hug you. âCareful. Mind your hairâ You remind her and she leans back.Â
âThank you. I just- in so happy youâre here and youâre my maid of honorâ She coos.Â
âYou know Iâd always be here for todayâ You assure her.Â
âPlus the best man wasnât a bad incentive for herâ Your friend Sara jokes.Â
You fluster and shake your head, âMarcus and I are just friends.âÂ
Everyone scoffs and the bride shakes her head. âEveryone can see how you look at each other. You need to make a move. Finally! How long has it been?â She asks.Â
âSince the academyâ You confess, âbut he was married then.âÂ
Sara tuts, âhe isnât married now.â You sigh and before you can respond, the father of the bride arrives to announce its time for the bride to get married.
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Stop you from writing Kylo smut? Honey, I'm actively encouraging you to. I'mma be a terrible influence and put the thot of angry, mid sparring sex. Ya boy would be so easy to rile up when he doesn't have the upper hand. It's that petulant Skywalker stubbornness shining through.
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pairing || Kylo Ren x F!Reader
word count || 3,785
summary || After months of tension, all it takes is an elbow to the ribs to get Kylo Ren to fuck you.Â
content || sparring turned fucking, somewhat public sex, dry humping, one singular spank, rough fucking on the floor like a couple of animals, inappropriate use of the force, mirror sex, degradation, praise, gendered language [good girl], a hint of titty worship.Â
a/n || will I ever stop writing gruff, angry men as secret softies? no. will I apologize? also no. thank you guys for sticking with me through my crazy schedule and writers block - i love you guys
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You feel his eyes on you before you see him. Thereâs an undeniable sharpness to his eyes, to the way his gaze pierces through your body to your very core. It used to bother you how easily he could peek inside your head, but youâve grown begrudgingly used to it. That doesnât mean it doesnât annoy the shit out of you, though.
âYouâre doing it wrong.â Kyloâs voice rings out through the otherwise empty training room, bounces off of the mirrored walls and wraps you in sharp irritation. He sounds monotone, almost bored - but youâve come to read him just as well as he reads you. The glance you give him shows you a slightly quirked eyebrow, the corner of his mouth ticked up in the ghost of a smirk. Thatâs all it takes to tell you what heâs there for: to be an annoying little shit. âYour stance is too wide. Youâre leaving yourself wide open.â
You donât bother responding or moving to adjust your stance in front of the punching bag. For fucks sake, you just wanted to squeeze a workout in before bed, a vain hope it would make you exhausted enough to finally get a good nightâs rest. There isnât enough patience in the entire galaxy for you to put up with him right now, not when youâre so frustrated and tired.
Kylo doesnât particularly care, apparently.
Two strong hands settle high on your waist and forcibly shift your stance, his foot pushing yours until your feet are closer together, and his touch sends heat flaring through your entire body, a confusing mix of irritation and desire. You force it down and grit your teeth against the familiar need that awakens in your belly. Itâs just the sleepless nights, you tell yourself. Thatâs why he seems more irresistible than ever - the sleepless nights and the lack of a real sex life.
Kyloâs hands leave your waist and for a mere moment, you think youâre in the clear, but they simply travel up to your shoulders and roll them back, pushing your chest out further inadvertently. You glance up to the mirrored wall, finally meeting his gaze as his touch lingers. Neither of you are blind to the dance youâre partaking in. The give and the take, the poor excuses to get your hands on each other, the aching desire cloaked as annoyance. Itâs all about who breaks first, who turns away from the facade and gives in to the base needs that threaten to consume you both.
It wonât be you, not tonight. The elbow you send back into his ribs makes sure of that.
Kylo stumbles slightly, surprised by your sudden switch, and it gives you just enough time to whirl around and step back out of his grasp. You canât help but smirk at his darkening expression, that familiar spark of angry lust gleaming in his eyes.
âSeems like I can handle myself just fine, Kylo.â You shrug once thereâs a few steps of space between you.
He doesnât bother giving a snarky reply, to your surprise. Your heart starts racing, a heady mix of lust and adrenaline lighting up your nerves and pulsing through you with every deliberate step forward he takes. Thereâs no fear to be found; in some weird, twisted way, you trust him. Kylo wonât hurt you, not beyond the bruises you always sport from sparring with him. His strength is tempered just above your own, enough to overpower you but not cause you serious harm, and maybe that is what makes this so intoxicating for you.
That strength of his. He could kill you with a single swipe from one of his huge hands, from the preternatural power that his sharp mind possesses, but heâs careful with you in a way that makes you want to both kick his ass and kiss his stupid, pretty face. That confusion clouds your mind and of course, Kylo takes advantage.
He lunges for you, barely managing to capture you in his arms as you try too late to sidestep him, and you flail for a second, your legs thrashing as he crushes your arms to your sides. You arenât too proud to admit that itâs mere luck that you manage to land a solid kick to the weak spot on his leg and make him topple, using your combined weight to your advantage and dragging him down to the ground.
Kylo wastes no time in pressing you onto your back, one thick thigh swinging over your body to straddle your waist as he simultaneously slams your wrists above your head in a bruising grip. Thereâs a triumphant smirk on his face, but little does he know - thatâs right where you want him. Your mind almost runs with the possibilities, that sinful notion rising in the back of your mind that you could kiss him right here and end the torturous tension, but you canât let him win. Your pride wonât let you. Itâs a fluid flurry of movement, something so well-practiced that itâs become muscle memory. You buck your hips up harshly, tossing him forward off of his balance, and the moment his hands leave your arms, you strike.
One arm wraps around the forearm he has braced next to your head and the other shoves at his shoulder, all while your leg hooks around his. You wrench your body to the side with all of your strength, desperately trying to focus on pinning him rather than the sinful press of your hips to his, and the dull thud of his body hitting the mat has victory singing in your veins. The momentum keeps you going, brings you up onto your hands and knees, and just as youâre about to scramble to your feet to get some space between your adrenaline soaked bodies, his hand wraps around your ankle and pulls.
Itâs a smart move, one that makes you falter just long enough for him to gain the upper hand once more. Fuck, heâs fast, faster than his broad frame should allow. Kyloâs arms wrap around your waist and heâs on you in no time, his chest pressed to your back. Your mind is racing for an answer, anything you can use against him to get yourself out of this vulnerable position that makes your knees and your pussy ache all at once. This display of strength makes you shudder as you give a useless shove - and you feel it.
The sweatpants he wears do nothing to hide the erection that grinds against your ass, and Kylo doesnât even bother biting back his groan. He arches further into you in a stuttered, instinctual thrust of his hips, and you can feel your pretense break. It crumbles pathetically, and the flood of need is free to flow through you completely. Pride be damned - you need him to fucking ruin you. Another strangled groan from the man caging you against the floor tells you he was peeking into your mind, an attempt to see your reaction to the culmination of months of pining without having to actually ask. The fluttering pressure inside your skull only confirms that, a familiar feeling youâve come to associate with him.
Kylo manhandles your body, pushes and pulls until youâre on your back, and your thighs spread to welcome him as he settles over you. The two of you lock eyes and for a breath, youâre struck breathless at the sight of him. Youâve seen this man in countless situations. Youâve seen him annoyed, enraged, injured. Youâve seen him in the heat of battle and youâve seen him hopelessly broken after a defeat. The light in his eyes brings you an entirely new perspective. It's hunger. Need. Something animalistic and clawing for release.
Kylo doesnât hesitate to slot his lips over yours in a desperate kiss. You concede without thought, letting the white flag of your surrender unfurl as your own hunger consumes any thought that isnât the constant thrum of fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. It pulses through you, urges you to let him take you however he wants. Every time you imagined this, you saw yourself giving a good fight for control, even though you know it to be futile, but you canât bother to put up the front. His touch is too compelling, soothes the burning hunger youâve felt for too long, and he knows it too. You can feel the smugness practically radiating off of him and if you werenât so lost in the dance of his deep kisses, you wouldnât let him get away with it.
You guide him closer with a squeeze of your thighs in a wordless plea for more and Kylo gives without a second thought. He lowers his hips against you and a groan rips from deep in his chest when you grind up along his cock. The layers of clothes that separate you do little to curb how desperate you are for the friction youâve craved for so long. Heâs wild-eyed when he breaks the kiss to watch you, to drink in the way you take your pleasure. The sight he makes is almost better than the feeling of length against your aching core. Hazel irises almost entirely consumed by the dark depths of his blown out pupils, Kylo catches his breath and lets his hands settle on your hips to take in your slow, rhythmic pace.
The rest of the world ceases to exist. Kylo has never felt so singularly focused in his life. The buzzing of otherworldly chaos he's so fine-tuned to feel fades in the presence of your body against his. Youâre just so beautiful, your eyes half-lidded and gazing up at him with that hazy look of want. You want him. He swallows harshly, entirely unused to the warm feelings welling in his chest. The need to distract himself itches through him so he tilts your head and busies himself in leaving a reminder of this night on your throat and matching the slow rock of your hips. Â
âGod, I fucking hate you.â You grit out through the sharp pleasure-pain of his teeth and tongue working to cover your neck in his marks. In stark contrast to your words, your fingers curl in his hair to hold him close, to keep him right where he can give you all the attention you crave.
âI donât tolerate lying.â He murmurs against your throat, one hand shoving down the front of your yoga pants, and you can feel a smirk curl his lips at the way you gasp. Two thick fingers tease your slick core. âYouâre so wet for someone who hates me so much. I bet I can fuck you just like this, so desperate for my cock.â
A whine of frustration falls from your lips as his hand yanks out of your pants just as quickly as he put it there, but you donât have long to be upset. Kyloâs fingers curl around the waistband and manage to get your pants down to your midthigh before he realizes the predicament before him. To get them off of you, he would have to move. The idea of retreating from your warm touch is unthinkable, not now that heâs finally gotten to feel you like he wants. In a split-second decision, Kylo wrenches the thin fabric in his fists and tears it down the middle to simply roll the tattered pieces down your legs.
Itâs okay. He knows heâll just get you new ones, left on your bed in a neatly folded pile in lieu of an apology.
âYou, too.â You urge him on as you tackle your shirt and sports bra, not wanting to give him the chance to ruin those, too. Heâs almost graceful as he reaches back to pull his shirt over his head and you want to say something cheeky, to tease him and get him ramped up in that intensity again, but the moment he shoves his sweatpants down his hips, youâre dumbstruck.
His cock arches up towards his toned stomach, flushed red and twitching with need. Fuck, heâs big, way bigger than youâre used to. You could always tell he was packing just by the way he fucking walks - not just the sheer confidence, but his nearly lumbering gait gave him away. You just know youâll be able to feel him for days once heâs through with you. The urge to tease your tongue along the vein that runs along the underside of his cock strikes you hard, and Kylo chuckles. You realize with a start that youâve been caught staring and an embarrassed heat rushes your face.
âDonât worry, pet,â Kylo murmurs, that damned cocky smirk on his face. âNext time. For now⊠I just want to feel you.â
Next time. You barely have a second to understand the implications of his words before heâs dragging you in for another kiss that steals your breath, leaves you dizzy and wanting more even though you can feel the air burning out of your lungs. Part of you is surprised he hasnât just buried himself inside of you without preamble, and as much as you know you would enjoy it, you can tell how much he needs this. Not just the release of fucking you into oblivion, but the touch. The caress of your fingers as they dance down his rib to hold him close. The playful nip of your teeth against his plump bottom lip and the swipe of your tongue to soothe the little mark you leave there. He smiles against your lips, something almost soft.
Itâs like the roaring blaze of need has been tamed, calmed into a warm glow, and itâs nice. You like it, of course, but you want the Kylo Ren that had no issue in provoking you into a fight, in pinning you to the ground with that bruising grip. You want him to fuck you, to leave bruises on your skin and your fucking soul, to mark you as his in every way. Kylo groans as he leans back, his eyes roving over your face like heâs trying to memorize every detail.
âThatâs what you want, hm? To be fucked like a whore?â He bites out, hunger and anticipation burning in his eyes. You whimper at his harsh words and he scoffs as if he isnât after the exact same thing. âAnd to think I was going to be gentle with you.â
âLike you saidâŠâ You say breathlessly. âNext time.â
That seems to spark the reaction you want because Kylo goes fucking feral. Your head spins as he flips you over onto your belly, his impatient hands pulling you up onto your knees. You try to bring yourself up onto your hands to steady yourself but Kylo isnât having that; he plants a hand between your shoulder blades and shoves, pinning you face down against the floor. A shiver wracks down your spine at the pure vulnerability of it all. Youâre completely at his will, unable and unwilling to do anything but take whatever he gives you.
Kylo gropes and kneads at your ass greedily, like heâs never felt something so soft and plush before and he wants to destroy it. You feel him shuffle behind you, widening his stance on his knees as he lines himself up, and you donât even get the chance to tense up over the fact that heâs going to fuck you without bothering to prep you with his fingers. He slides into you in one fluid thrust, not stopping until heâs buried so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach. It hurts so fucking good. The stretch steals your voice, steals the very air from your lungs and leaves you gasping like youâve just broken the surface of the violent, crashing ocean of pleasure that threatens to drown you.
He stills like the idea of leaving your heat for even a second is unfathomable, his hands squeezing your hips like heâs trying to ground himself. Itâs intoxicating to know you have this effect on him, that the warm fluttering of your cunt is enough to make such a sharp mind go entirely blank.
âKyloâŠâ You whine, finally finding your voice through the fog of pleasure that curls in your belly. âKylo, please.â
âLittle fucking whore.â Kylo growls. The words alone would have been enough to make you writhe, but itâs the low timbre of his voice as he spits them that really does you in. It has you whining brokenly and arching your back deeper, as if your offering of your body, of your submission, would be enough for him to grant you salvation. All it does is earn you a sharp smack to your ass, one that makes you whimper his name again. âThatâs right, say my fucking name.â
The moment you open your mouth to comply, Kylo draws back and slams into you, and the only thing that can leave your mouth is a pathetic moan. He sets a sharp pace, pulling you back by your hips to meet his thrusts. The training room echoes with the filth it, the harsh sound of Kylo Ren fucking you like he hates you. Every thrust grinds against that spot inside of you that makes black spots dance across your vision from the sheer ecstasy of it all, and you can feel the pressure building almost embarrassingly fast. The effect he has on you is undeniable. Your body aches, begs for his attention.
One of his hands leaves your waist and before you can beg him to use it between your legs, it winds in your hair and wrenches your head up from where you buried your face in your arms. The angle strains your neck uncomfortably and Kylo scoffs at the little whimper that falls from your lips.
âLook at yourself,â He spits. You finally get your eyes to focus and the mirrored image you see in front of you makes heat flush through your body. Itâs almost fascinating to watch Kylo fuck you like his life depends on it, a sheen of sweat on his skin as he works you over. Taut muscles tense and ripple, the image of a god taking out his pleasures on his worshiper. âYou look so beautiful like this⊠on your knees for me, right where you fucking belong.â
The possessiveness that rips through his voice has your cunt tightening around him, aching for that last push to send you into ecstasy. Your thighs tremble beneath you and if you werenât certain you would collapse, youâd let your fingers finish the job. Something tells you Kylo wouldnât let you get that far even if you tried.
âPlease,â Your voice breaks around the single syllable.
âPlease, what?â He coos, voice full of mock sympathy that leaves you shuddering.
âPlease let me cum,â You plead. Your eyes meet his in the mirror and you see his shoulders soften minutely, a hint of the man who had been kissing you so deeply just moments before.
âYou sound so pretty when you beg.â He groans.
Youâre about to beg some more, to promise him anything he wants in the fucking galaxy if he just lets you cum, when a flush of warmth laves against your clit. Your brain fucking short circuits, confusion and almost unbearable pleasure coursing through your body and leaving you a muddled mess. It takes a second for the wires to come uncrossed, but even then youâre barely able to piece two thoughts together.
âAre you - i-is that⊠ah, fuck!â You choke out, your eyes rolling under the double assault of his cock and the fucking Force buzzing at your clit.
âThatâs it, thatâs my good girl.â Kylo groans. That voice is fucking sinful, almost as addictive as the pleasure he wrings from your body. The hand in your hair gives you a little shake, forces you to open your eyes. âWatch yourself when you fucking cum for me.â
White hot pleasure shreds through you, your body convulsing beneath him as an uncontrollable moan rips from your throat so harshly it leaves you hoarse. His hand finally relents his hold in your hair and you canât stop yourself from collapsing beneath him, but he follows you, cages you against the floor with his chest to your back as he ruts into your fucked out body like a man possessed. His voice is low in your ear as he moans your name, making you shudder at the rough, untempered need. Kylo cums deep, shoves himself as far as your body allows as he fucks you through both of your devastating orgasms.
Kylo shushes your soft whimper as he pulls out and drops to the floor beside you, his chest rising and falling sharply as he tries to catch his breath. Despite barely being able to feel your legs, you manage to press yourself into his side and sate the need to feel his skin against yours. He lifts his arm, welcomes you into his embrace in the way his arm wraps around you tightly. The bliss leaves you floating, feeling soft and needy in a way you havenât felt in so long, something you didnât realize you were missing until you got it again. Your lips meet his throat in a gentle kiss and you can feel his happy hum vibrate against you.
You smile at the sound and eagerly give him more, trailing down the ridge of scar tissue that came far too close to taking his life. You can remember how hesitant he was to let you help him, how he stared up at you with guarded eyes as you applied medicine and dressing to the wound. Itâs a far cry from the intimacy youâre sharing with him now, almost amusing in the stark contrast. Now Kylo closes his eyes under your gentle affection, trusts you in such a vulnerable, spent state that heâs close to falling asleep right there on the training room floor.
Just because heâs tired doesnât mean he isnât paying you any attention. He holds you close, arm wrapped tightly around you, and the position leaves your chest pressed against his side, bringing his attention to your breasts. Really, he had neglected him as he fucked you, which he finds himself regretting. You're so soft all over, but especially here and he canât help but let his fingertips skim the slope of your breast, ghosting over your nipple until it perks up under the attention. A needy little noise slips from you when he rolls your nipple between his fingers. Kyloâs lips twitch up into a smile.
âI think youâre going soft on me.â He murmurs.
âShut up, Kylo.â
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Banging Time Machine {Multiple Characters x F!Reader}
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 11.6k
Warnings: Dimension traveling, angry/confused men, threats of violence, sex pollen, dubious consent due to sex pollen, m/m action, m/m anal sex, oral (male and female receiving), jerking off, gang bang actives, multiple partners, double penetration, anal sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cream pie for days, circle jerk, tit fucking, soft aftercare.Â
Comments: Statesman has developed a time machine that will allow agents to go back and correct wrongs. When a malfunction occurs, it starts pulling men through the portal from other dimensions. Men who are very similar to Jack Daniels. One such man accidentally is pulled through with a plant that has a veryâŠamorous affect on everyone when you are exposed.Â
A/N: We wanted to start the New Yearâs off with a bang!!! HAPPY NEW YEARâS everyone! I hope 2022 is amazing for each and every one of you.Â
Co-written with @storiesofthefandomloversâ
Mood Board by @danniburghâ
Working for Statesman has its perks. Access to the latest technology was one such perk, and using it to right wrongs and make the world a better place was another. You were the good guys, working in shadows and not known beyond other independence intelligence agencies, but that wasnât supposed to be about the recognition. It was about saving lives and protecting people, nations. With the newest toy you had at your disposal, you could go back and correct mistakes made on missions, meaning that Statesman would never fail at their mission again. Itâs already been proven to work, going back and saving the senior field agent from making a colossal mistake that would cost him everything.Â
That agent, Whiskey, is now just as committed as he had been before the idea of drugs had caused him to lose his head and think about his own selfish desires rather than the mission. âCola, Iâm gonna need you to fire up that machine, Iâm cominâ in hot and I need to go back to 10 hours ago.â Whiskeyâs voice comes through your comms and you look up at the monitor in your lab to see his helmeted face staring at you. He was in the Pony Express, expression grim.Â
You quickly prepare the machine and when Whiskey strides into your lab, you toss him the device you developed to bring him back and he catches it. âBe back in a flash sweetheartâ He winks and disappears into the portal, the light flashing, and you speak into your comms to make sure he can hear you. âYou get there okay Jack?â You ask.Â
âSo-so-thing-wrongâ The line crackles and you panic.Â
âJack! Jack? Can you hear me?â You shout into the comms.
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