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grandprixwinnerlandonorris · 28 days

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What You Need | Lando Norris⁴

Pairings: Lando Norris x fem!reader

Warnings: smut

"God, you're such a spoiled little brat. Who spoiled you like that? Was it me? Did I spoil you like this?" "Yes, sir."

“I missed you so much,” Lando spoke in your ear as he slowly moved in and out of you. Every thrust was a reminder of how much he craved you and how good it felt to finally be together again.

“I missed you too,” you whispered back, gripping at his shoulders, your nails clawing at his back muscles.

He barely even put his travel bag down when he stepped into the apartment before he swept you in his arms. It's been only two weeks since you last seen each other and even though you spoke on the phone and exchanged countless messages, nothing could compare to the feeling of having your bodies pressed against each other’s.

“Lando…” you moaned as he kissed the side of your neck, your back arching into him. It was like an unquenchable thirst, the longing for him that gnawed away at the corners of your soul during his absence. Every touch, every whispered word was like a balm soothing the ache within you.

“Tell me,” he murmured against your skin, his hands sliding down your sides and leaving goosebumps all over your skin. He moved his head to kiss the other side of your throat, and you threw your head back, allowing him more space.

“Need you…” he still stroked in and out of you in that slow steady rhythm and you were getting squirmy, the burning need escalating with each passing second.

“Need me how?” Lando’s teeth gently nibbled at your earlobe as he whispered into your ear. You shivered and let out a long moan. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, nails leaving small, red crescents.

“Harder…” you choked out as he deeply sucked on the skin of your neck, and then left a trail of wet, sticky kisses. His eyes met yours, burning with fierce intensity that only grew with each word.

He pulled back slightly and with a raspy voice said, “Harder than what, baby?”

He took both of your arms and pinned them above your head. His hands were so large that he could easily hold both of your wrists with just one hand while the other went under your knee and grabbed your thigh, pulling you closer into him.

“Need me to fuck you harder? Like this?” he forcefully thrusted his hips into you just once with such intensity it sent waves and waves of pleasure coursing through you. Your breath hitched and hips bucked against his.

“Yes,” you cried out, your voice ragged and desperate. “Need you exactly like that.”

Lando smiled cruelly, his eyes dark with passion and possession. But he went back on fucking you slowly, earning a moan of protest from you.

“And what if I need you exactly like this?” he whispered, his lips grazing along your jawline.

“Lando, please…” you breathed, writhing beneath him, your body screaming for more. You wanted him to dominate you, to take you with a fierceness that would leave you trembling and begging for more. But he was toying with you, playing his own version of a sexual game, trying to make you crave it even more.

He still held your wrists above your head and with a sly smile, he began to exert more pressure. Your arms ached from the strain, your fingers going numb, but you didn’t resist. You wanted this. Needed this.

“I need you to fuck me like you mean it,” you said hoarsely. “I need you to take me hard and fast until we both can’t breathe, until we are both drenched in sweat. Fuck me like you want me—”

He kissed you. Deeply, hungrily. His tongue invaded your mouth, tasting and exploring the already familiar ground. His hips started picking up the pace, rewarding him with a satisfactory moan from you in his mouth. He thrust into you harder and faster, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure through your body that you thought you might never recover from.

“God, you’re such a spoiled little brat,” he broke the kiss, breathlessly panting and resting his forehead against yours. “Who spoiled you like that?”

He thrust into you, his hips moving faster and harder now, his breath hot in your ear as he spoke. You whimpered in response, the exquisite pain and pleasure somehow heightening your arousal.

“Was it me? Did I spoil you like this? Careful what you say, baby,” he growled, still thrusting into you with an intensity that left you breathless.

“Yes, sir,” you gasped.

“Fuck, you know exactly what to say to keep getting what you want, don’t you?” Lando grinned wickedly as he heard your soft submission. It turned him on in ways he didn't fully understand, but he knew that his body was responding in a way that made him harden even more.

“Yes, sir,” you repeated more loudly.

Your eyes met for a moment before he leaned in and captured your lips in another searing kiss. Hands gripped each other as you kissed passionately, tongues entwining in a dance of desire and need. Lando's hips continued their frenzied pace, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. You tightened your legs around him, urging him deeper, faster.

"Ready for me, baby?" he murmured, his voice low and husky.

You nodded, not trusting your voice, your eyes conveying your desperation and need. His eyes darkened, and he began to move faster and harder. You could feel each pulse of his cock as it slid into you, your walls tightening around him. Sweat dripped from his brow onto your skin, mingling with the sweat on your own body. Every movement was a demonstration of his dominance, of your submission. It was intoxicating, addictive and you couldn’t get enough.

With one final, powerful thrust, Lando groaned your name, release flooding through him as he filled you completely. Your own release followed, waves of pleasure washing over you as your core clenched around him. He held you tight, his body shaking with the force of his own orgasm as you both came down from the high.

The room was filled with the sounds of your panting, the wetness of your skin, and the thudding of your hearts. You knew that this wasn't the end. There would be more nights like this, more moments of raw, feral connection, but for now, you savored the aftermath, the feeling of being completely taken by him.

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ilyhaitanii · 2 months

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save a horse, ride a cowboy ! ft. boothill

nsfw. you are tasked with the job of investigating a man named boothill who has attracted the attention of the ipc, little did you know, you'd fall for his charms and be caught under his teeth just like those bullets he shot at you a few moments ago

a/n: CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK YEOOOOOCH!!!!!!!!!!!! i need him so bad it's actually driving me insane. he's all ive been to think about for the past few days

there's no way this is happening right now. you dash down the constracution zone of the city, trying to evade your target. he shoots one bullet at you, barely missing your head. you yelp, your lungs begging for air.

you turn the corner, begging and praying you've finally lost the man. just as you press your back to a wall, an arm slams down beside you

"found ya," he snickers. caught red handed, boothill corners you into an alleyway. he towers over you, the sound of his mechanic limbs slightly squeak, causing you to flinch. his hat covers his eyes, but his sly smirk perfectly teases those razor-sharp teeth of his.

"what do we have here?" boothill leans down, his arms caging you into the corner. under him, you feel so small. his large chest plate covering your entire field of vision. he's so close to you that he can practically feel the anxiety vibrating off your body.

"please don't hurt me! i'm sorry, sir please!!" there's saliva pooling under your tongue as you try your hardest to stammer out an excuse. you're not even an ipc executive-- your just some lowlife who is in debt to them.

"wanna tell me why you're following me all the way out here, dollface? saw you at the entrance of the hotel." his metal thumb making contact with your bitten lower lip. the cold has you trembling under him, fearful for your life. "y'er not that good at tailing," the galaxy ranger chuckles.

"i'm not tailing you, sir. please, i'm sorry," your voice is so low, so timid. you were such a curious little thing when you were tailing him. the contrast has boothill chuckling. he hums, rubbing his thumb across your soft lips.

"we both know that's not the truth, so let's try that again. why's a pretty gem like you tailing a man like me?" his lips curl into a sadistic smile. a shiver crawls up your spine at his expression. there truly is no way of getting out of this, is there?

"i was sent by the ipc...please don't hurt me!" you try your best to squirm in his hold, but boothill's leg between yours keeps your pelvis in place. he lets out a whistle,

"is that so? how sad. what're you look to find?" his thumb does an especially rough drag on your lip, before gently soothing the skin. you wince, eyes screwed shut.

"they want to know why you're here, sir. i'm just an informant, please?" he laughs again before pulling away from you. boothill's fingers are quick to wrap around your wrist as he tugs you along with him.

"mm...well in that case, i'll send you back to the ipc with a little message. how does that sound?" he looks over his shoulder at you, pitying your pathetic expression.

you dumbly nod as the anxiety in your stomach has reached an all time high, sensing this, boothill speaks,

"don't worry, i don't hurt pretty things like you. it'll be quick, yeah?"

he's rough, almost addicting. the pleasure you're receiving from boothill is almost mind numbing. your thighs are thrown around his hips while his cold hands are digging into your hips. he raises your body up his cock before slamming you back down onto him. your jaw is slacked, voice unable to let out a scream.

"poor thing~" he coos, watching the way your brows furrow in ecstasy. he can feel your hips twitching and cunt clenching around him. his head is laid back on the bed with a hand presses against your lower back.

"atta girl, you got it. come on, baby." boothill finds your struggle amusing. you can barely register his voice, not when his thumb is vibrating against your clit and your nipples are so stiff. he leans himself up a bit, swirling the tip of his tongue against your stiffed peaks.

you mangle out a squeal, fingers scratching against boothill armored shoulders. with your head thrown back, you manage to circle your hips around his cock as he bounces you up and down. a series of curses fall from your mouth when boothill bites down on your nipple. the pain mixed with so many different types of stimulation creates pools of tears in your eyes.

"let go, sweetheart." boothill laughs with his pink tongue peaking out from his lips. the knot in your stomach is so overwhelming and your vision is so blurred. the dizzying feeling finally reaches it climax as you clench around boothill for the umpteenth time and gush around his cock. you cum so hard, your body physically jerks, falling flat against him.

as you come down from your high, boothill smoothes his hand over your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"good girl~ make sure to tell your folks about this, alright? and tell 'em i'll be coming to find 'em too," you don't exactly listen to his words, but when you're sipping on a bottle of soda while walking back to your hotel room, you think that boothill may not have been joking...

fuck, there goes your commission check.

#boothill x reader #boothill x you #hsr smut #hsr x reader #boothill smut #boothill honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #i need this man so bad #LEMME HIT BOOTHILL PLS....

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claggorstuff · 1 year

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Pantalone smut 🙏🙏

DIEEE GRRR 👹(this is a request from my friend)

A Night Best Kept Secret...

Pantalone × Assistant reader

Pantalone's been craving you for ages and tonight.. he just cant hold back.

Im not word countin

Prolly not a lot of words

Smut duh

Praise, Blindfolds, Biting, Begging, Breast stuff ig

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It was ever so quiet in the office and ever so hot, i had to take off my modest jacket, unveiling the thin fabric white button up shirt, undoing a button, boss wouldn't notice.. I was doing some paperwork for him, filling out loan approvals, when he walked in with that same soft smile that he always wears apon his long strong jawed face

"..darling now why are you so indecent, you know my workplace attire requirements."

"Oh erm.. it was quite warm sir, I couldng help but discard of my coat, and the button undone on my shirt was merely for air."

His eyes seemed to be fixed on my cleavage, his smile ever so slightly changing to a bit more of a smirk.

"And you expected me not to tempt myself to such a.. exquisite body, one worthy of a goddess, an archon."

"..whatever do you mean s-sir.." I was a bit taken aback by the comment

"Take off your shirt."

"WHAT?!"

"Take off your shirt."

My jaw was left agape, and I shut my thighs tight to hide the heat coming from my dripping womanhood (I fucking hate that word but pussy seems weird and vagina seems too 🤓) he stared as I tried to figure out what to say, my fingers fiddling with the fabric of my shirt.. he's a handome man and I would be lying if I said I hadn't imagined something like this once or twice, I slowly unbuttoned my shirt biting my lip as he watched, his palm stroking the fabric of his pants clearly getting off to it, I discarded of my shirt trying to hide my eagerness, sleeping with someone of his status.. now thats a brag.

"Good girl. Now. lets see whats under this bra.."

"Whatever you say sir.."

I slowly unclipped my bra and let it fall to the floor with a small clang on the desk on its way down, he took his palm away from his groin and cupped a breast, pressing his thumb directly on my nipple and playing with the bud as I struggled to hold in my whimpering, a soft gasp pertruded through when he pinched the bud of my left nipple

"Sir that h-agh~! H-Hurts!"

"Good. Thats what I want.."

"Not so hard..!"

He pulled on the nipple and let go to watch it recoil then leaned in.. and bit down on my breast, I let out a loud cry as he sucked on it and squeezed my other tit licking the bud. My head fell back resting against the chair as he began to tug away my pants and shoes and my socks.. now staring at my pretty blue poka-dot panties.

"If I may intrude.. my fair maiden." He gave me a sly smirk.

"Please..!"

"Please?"

"Please oh please fuck me sir-"

"Pantalone."

"Please.. pantalone.. fuck me I'm begging you.."

The flare in his eyes grew, excitement and hunger raging in them, I fear for what hes gonna do next, and then he grabs out a tie from his drawer, and to my confusion wrapping it around my head covering my eyes

"Pantalone..?"

"Shh.. shush darling."

"Wha..AHHH~!"

There was a wet slimy feeling against my folds licking at my clit, circling it as my legs twitched and kicked, soon being held down as I screamed and moaned, he was eating me out and took me by surprise in doing so.

"F-FUCK~! YES! JUST LIKE THAT! OH~!"

"Mghfm...mmm..ugh..."

I looked downwards trying to figure out what was causing those noises as he sucked and licked my poor soiled pussy, using my leg I felt his arm bobbing.. he was jacking off to this, to getting me to make such erotic and mind numbing noises as he fucked me silly with that tongue of his and I was taking ever single bit of it, I leaned my head back again slipping into the bliss, his tongue entered me pumping in and put quickly, licking the walls of my needy pussy and occasionally pausing to lick at my clit.

"PANTALONE! PANTALONE~! IM G-GONNA- NGH- IM GONNA CUM PLEASE~!"

"Mghoohh~... yes darling.. be a good girl.. I want you to cum for me.."

He slurped and sucked my pussy until I couldnt take it and my climax hit rushing over me, my legs shook and I trembled bucking my hips and hollering, soon the orgasm washed over me and I came out of my high, I felt the tie being undone as I panted tears falling in pleasure, he was smiling the same as when he walked in but still dressed.. his glove covered in his own semen since he'd been so quick with himself.

"Now darling.. I think this is a night thats best kept secret." He grabbed my chin tilting it up to look at him

#pantalone genshin #pantalone x reader #pantalone #genshin impact #smut #legalize nuclear bombs

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cuubism · 1 year

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an extremely chaotic collaborative Dreamling playlist that makes me question whether we all even watched the same show

YOUTUBE // SPOTIFY

Tracklist, by year:

an actually readable version of the tracklist is below the cut.

@merytsetesh, @thecosmerekid, @everythings-aces, @flyingfishtailoutpost1, @smallboyonherbike, @ghostboyjules, @reallyintoscience, @puzzleshipper, @lemurianstarship, @sunshines-fabulous-legs, @five-and-dimes, @thranduilland, @nightofheart, @bluetea2206, @thatonetimetraveller and anons thank you for your contribution in making the world worse

(actually tho. this has been a blast. you all made my week. i love you ❤)

1389 Kite // Castle of Sand Voxtrot // Missing Pieces Ben Howard // Call Me Maybe (Cover) Kesha // Finding You Taylor Swift // Love Story (BARDCORE)

1489 Kite // Up for Life Oh Wonder // Ultralife Galantis // Bones The Score // Oh My Love Depeche Mode // Strangelove Florence + the Machine // Heartlines Sophie B. Hawkins // Damn I Wish I Was Your Lover

1589 Dalida // Les temps des fleurs Oh Wonder // Heavy Dayglow // Dear Friend, Katy Perry // The One That Got Away (80s Remix) Voxtrot // Raised By Wolves R.E.M. // Losing My Religion Kiesza // What Is Love (Cover) Linkin Park // Numb (80s Remix)

1689 Anais Mitchell // Bright Star Hooverphonic // Eden Tchaikovsky // The Garland Waltz NightLab // The Measure of Things Sleeping At Last // Two Voxtrot // Every Day

1789 King Gizzard & the Lizard Wizard // Yours Animotion // Obsession The Killers // When You Were Young The Cure // More Than This Imogen Heap // Goodnight and Go Aram Khachaturian // Masquerade Suite

1889 MALINDA // How Dare You Moody Blues // Nights in White Satin leo. // despair Phil Collins // Against All Odds Kodaline // High Hopes Hozier // It Will Come Back Live // Meltdown

1989 Sam Tinnesz // Far From Home Luc Arbogast // Ja Nuns Hons Pris (Cover) Heart // Alone Sam Smith // Make It To Me Air Supply // All Out of Love Blondie // Dreaming

2022 The Script // The Man Who Can't Be Moved Sir Sly // Too Far Gone P!nk // Whataya Want From Me Waitress the Musical // A Soft Place to Land Florence + The Machine // Heavy in Your Arms Modern English // I Melt With You Bob Dylan // Make You Feel My Love

#why yes i DID intentionally pick the worst possible fonts!#i can't decide if we should all be proud or ashamed of this #and i think i actually made it worse by ordering it. like i ordered and categorized by year and i'm 90% sure that was a dis-improvment #possibly better listened to on shuffle XD #the 1789 section is unequivocally my favorite followed by 1589 XD and listen u may say why are there 80s songs there?#well was that not ALSO an 80s??? also it's just funny #dreamling songs #dreamling #also hope you enjoy the extremely hideous cover! :D i worked incredibly hard on it #hopefully didn't forget any songs! or tags! but i probably did.#ok tho actually. much of the chaos of this is my fault. i just started replying to people with the wildest songs i could think of #and here we are #can't lie i am. obsessed with the 1889 font which is just called 'bloody'#and the 2022 font is called Loved By The King :')#and the 1389 font is called Dearest!#love language: obscure fonts

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emodennis · 2 years

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thanks for the tag @spac3-c4det!

idk what the rules are but

name: phoenix

star sign: cancer

height: 5′3″

time: 1:21 pm

birthday: july 17th

favorite bands/artists: twenty one pilots, sir sly, k. flay, waterparks, billie eilish, imagine dragons, glass animals, muse...

last movie: can’t say for sure it’s been a while. probably pacific rim even though i watched that like 4 months ago lol

last show: sunny. sigh

when did i create this blog: march this year. when i realized i could no longer stand reddit as my way of interacting with the fandom

what i post: lately most of my posts are video edits. i used to post a lot of screencaps but my heart isn’t in it as much these days.

last thing i googled: ‘how many axles does a car have’

other blogs: none

do i get asks?: usually only when i reblog ask games. ive only gotten like 4 or 5 unprompted asks... pls interact more :,)

following: 236

average hours of sleep: 7.5-9

instruments: i used to play guitar but haven’t in years :(

what i’m wearing: yoga pants, long sleeve shirt, sweatshirt. just chillin currently

dream job: realistic/current goal: working with lgbtq youth in the mental health field. unrealistic: not sure. i used to want to be an actor but the reality of that sounds terrible

dream trip: greece!

nationality: american...

favorite songs: welcomes the pressure & material boy by sir sly (i think ive mentioned these songs like 5-6 times on here LOL), what what happens next & numb by waterparks, i think im OKAY by mgk, yungblud & travis barker, currently obsessed with art of survival by bishop briggs, and many others...

last book i’ve read: uhhh i have no idea i havent read a book in a year oops. some lgbt YA book tho

top 3 fictional universes i’d like to live in: community/greendale, the midnight gospel, san junipero ep of black mirror

i’ll tag @sunnyontheside @charden @malewifemanhunter @kittenmittons @dicktowel @nerdynikki94 @charlies-freckles @charlies-pajamas @classicwhatthefuckplotline @kathleenbrash27 @mcdens @measuringbliss @lesbee-dee @sunflowersocialist @maccharliedennis if any of yall wanna do this :)

#tag games

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mango-jpeg · 1 year

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The wedding is the second to last event of the solstice; the day afterwards is the grand open market hosted by the Queen, during which they’ll be expected to flaunt their happy union to the public. Kaeya amuses himself thinking of ways to embarrass Dainsleif during the market, as he kneels, shivering, in the room of reflection just past dawn.

He’s supposed to be meditating on his duty to the crown and to his future spouse, but the room is carved into the stone below the palace and it’s absolutely freezing, so mostly he’s fantasizing that the reflecting pool will be scalding hot. Dainsleif’s got the whole responsibility side locked down, anyways. And Kaeya’s going through with it, isn’t he? He’s not even complained about it, at least outside the privacy of his own mind, which he thinks is really magnanimous, all things considered.

He’s under no illusions that this is a matter he has a choice in, anyways. Kaeya’s so far down the line of succession that this is essentially his whole purpose; he was born to be married off, born to continue a lineage that would continue without him anyways.

With that chipper thought in mind, Kaeya rises and allows the attendants to dunk him in the pool. It’s unforgivingly ice-cold and he releases a dignified yelp before the breath is snatched from his lungs. He emerges from the pool gasping and convulsing with shivers.

“D-do newlyweds ever have t-trouble performing after th-that?” He asks one of the attendants as he fumbles with numb fingers to tie the dressing gown they’ve given him. He gestures illustratively between his own legs. “Y’know, with th-the shrinkage and all?”

The attendant, a man old enough he probably dunked Kaeya’s own father in this same routine, just stares at him.

“No? Because I f-feel like my balls are retreating so far that—” The second attendant, who’s not half as old, makes a choking sound as they fail to smother a laugh, looking utterly horrified.

“Very good, sir,” the first attendant says, repressively, two spots of furious red rising in his cheeks. Kaeya allows them to usher him back to his rooms and into a proper hot bath, grinning all the while.

The wedding ceremony itself is the usual restrained affair; a judge recites the marriage chant which Dainsleif and him repeat where appropriate, and they sign a series of papers. And then, standing before a crowd of relatives, diplomats, and rubber-neckers, they exchange the driest, most chaste kiss Kaeya’s ever had the displeasure to be a part of.

The celebrations, on the other hand, are far from restrained. Kaeya and Dainsleif seal their vows with a brush of the lips masquerading as a kiss at ten in the morning, and the celebrations, which begin immediately afterwards, last for nearly twelve hours.

Royal weddings are always a major event, but with the treaty looming on the horizon and the palace overstuffed with dignitaries and diplomats, well. Theirs is a celebration to match that of the Queen’s several decades ago.

After three meals, two rounds of dancing, and more toasts than Kaeya can keep track of, they’re deposited in their new quarters in the family wing of the palace by a small crowd of relatives and busybodies. They make all kinds of dirty jokes and sly comments, which seem fairly ridiculous given Dainsleif has all the warmth and personality of a suit of armour, before laughing their way out the door.

Alone, at last, in their unfamiliar quarters, Kaeya wastes no time stripping down. It takes a while to extricate himself from all his finery; layers of silk and muslin in crown silvers and blues, a half-cape pinned precisely, and firmly, to cascade down his shoulder, a circlet of delicately wrought silver studded with sapphires that he tosses onto the chaise, uncaring. He liked the one made of flowers better.

Once he’s down to his shirt he flops on the bed with a sigh. The room spins a little, less from drink, he suspects, than exhaustion; he was too busy accepting congratulations and thanking guests to get a proper buzz going. It wasn’t such a bad wedding, Kaeya reflects. If he hadn’t been the focus of it he might’ve even enjoyed himself.

Just as the tension in Kaeya’s spine is starting to dissolve, Dainsleif emerges from behind the changing screen in a dressing gown and a solemn expression.

“Oh, don’t make that face at me!” Kaeya snatches up one of the pillows and slings it at him, which Dainsleif catches and holds to his chest. He takes in Kaeya’s clothes scattered across the floor and frowns. “If you pick those up I will scream,” Kaeya threatens.

Dainsleif gives him a flat look to let him know just how ridiculous he’s being, but doesn’t tidy up. Instead, he approaches the bed and gently deposits the pillow by the headboard.

“We do not need to do anything that would make you uncomfortable,” Dainsleif begins, which is maybe the worst way to start this conversation but whatever. “However, to officially consu—”

“Shut up and get in bed,” Kaeya cuts him off. He’s long since become accustomed to Dainsleif’s restrained, prickly demeanour but it’s jarring under the circumstances. Dainsleif seems to relax a little at that and sits on the edge of the bed, drawing one leg up to turn towards Kaeya. The movement makes his hair falls into his eyes, and he brushes it aside. The shaggy, unfashionable length of his hair, too short to tie back, too long for military dress, is one of the things Kaeya likes best about him.

Kaeya’s known for a long, long time that he’d be married off to strengthen the royal family, but that doesn’t mean he has to be happy about it. It rather makes him feel like a fatted calf, sent for slaughter. But it’s no use taking it out on Dainsleif, who so clearly just wants to see his duty through. He reaches out to take a cornsilk strand between his fingers and says, “I’m in if you are.”

Dainsleif leans his cheek into his hand. With his eyes closed his face softens, reminds Kaeya a little of the serious boy he used to be. Kaeya’s hand drops and Dainsleif’s eyes blink open, that look of vague constipation Kaeya’s become so familiar with back in place.

He gets to his feet, unfastens his dressing gown, and, after a momentary hesitation, lets it drop to the floor. Kaeya pushes upright to get a better look, staring with shameless curiosity.

Dainsleif is whip thin and corded with muscle, a finely tuned instrument riddled with scars. There’s a particularly nasty one on his left side, another arcing up the same arm in a jagged seam, a snarled mess on his right thigh that looks painful still, even long healed.

Some of Kaeya’s lovers have been peers, most of them gentlemen, so he’s previously seen only a handful of minor scars, from hunting accidents or childhood scrapes. Dainsleif has a warrior’s body, with a warrior’s scars, and that’s not even mentioning the rot spreading across his right side, the skin ashen and shiny in the candlelight.

Kaeya finds himself intrigued despite himself. What might it feel like to run his fingers across that raised scar tissue, the rash-like spread of rot?

Dainsleif stares at him in silence, as if waiting for judgment. Kaeya runs his eyes over his body once more, allowing his gaze to linger salaciously between his legs before slowly dragging back up to his face. The look of resignation behind Dainsleif’s faint flush makes him laugh.

That apparently is enough for Dainsleif; he gets back on the bed, kneeling between Kaeya’s legs. For a moment he looks like he’s about to say something, the tendons in his throat flexing, but then the moment passes.

He settles low over Kaeya, so that his face hovers around his navel and cups his bare thigh. Kaeya shivers, his fingers are blocks of ice, but when he ducks lower his breath blooms hot through the linen of Kaeya’s shirt.

“Let me know if anything displeases you, Highness,” he says, his voice low and thin.

“Oh gods, you really can’t use that title now,” Kaeya groans. Dainsleif looks up at him and something strange happens to his face. It’s almost like he’s trying to smile.

“I think under the right circumstances you might grow accustomed to it,” he says, then adds graciously, “Your Highness.”

That startles a laugh out of Kaeya, sharp and too loud. Dainsleif lowers his eyes and ducks to mouth over Kaeya’s cock, which is somehow beginning to twitch to life despite everything.

“Oh, alright,” Kaeya says, “Best get it over with.”

It’s more than a bit rude, even for him, but Dainsleif gives no indication he’s noticed. He flips Kaeya’s shirt out of the way, takes his cock in hand and puts it directly into his mouth, which is just the sort of practicality Kaeya has come to expect from him.

It’s fine. Dainsleif’s mouth is wet and warm, and he applies a nice amount of suction and tongue as he works him over. Idly, Kaeya wonders whose dick he’s sucked before. One of his peers in the army? It’s hard to imagine, but surely even someone as tightly laced as Dainsleif has visited a bathhouse or two in his time.

Kaeya sighs and closes his eyes, trying to focus on sensations rather than the fact that it’s Dainsleif producing them. His mind begins to wander, towards chapped hands, warm eyes, a charming pink blush. Kaeya hasn’t thought of Diluc in days, but now that he’s begun he can’t seem to stop. His mind loops memories of Diluc’s soft gasps, firm grip, how his face twisted when embarrassment gave way to pleasure. A groan escapes Kaeya and his eyes snap open, revealing the unfamiliar canopy above the bed. Desire has pooled hot and thick in his navel and an impatient heat crackles across his skin. His cock pulses as Dainsleif delicately pulls off.

“Shall I continue?” Dainsleif asks, his voice low and rough. Kaeya feels startlingly, bizarrely, close to the edge already. In the quiet of the room he can hear the catch of Dainsleif’s breath.

“No, let’s— we might as well be old fashioned about this,” he blindly pulls Dainsleif up and slots their mouths together. Dainsleif gasps, quietly, lips parting against his. It’s marginally better than their first kiss and Kaeya can make do with that. He reaches between them to touch Dainsleif, and with his eyes closed it isn’t so hard to imagine someone else in his place.

#what if i post this entire wip scene by scene.. haha jk #unless?#wip wednesday #i know it's tuesday #im just being incredible abnormal about this one folks idk what to tell you

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nihalwhelan · 2 years

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fanmix yourself! a nihal whelan playlist.

a current favorite song — ghostown, basecamp

a song that would play in the movie trailer of your life — unholy, santino le saint

a song with a story behind it — drugs, upsahl

a song you’d make out to — erode, tender

a song that reminds you of your favorite season — october skies, mumford & sons

a song from a favorite band/artist — frail state of mind, the 1975

a song that cheers you up — dreams, fleetwood mac

a song that reminds you of home — get home, bastille

a song that makes you think about the future — blood // water, grandson

a song you prefer to listen at night — lurk, the neighbourhood

a song you play when you’re sad — numb, sir sly

a song with lyrics you’d like to tattoo on yourself — arsonist’s lullaby, hozier

a song you know all the lyrics to — slow dancing in the dark, joji

your favorite cover of a song — can you feel my heart, mothica

a song that describes your default mood — to be alone, ben howard

♛ — CLICK HERE TO LISTEN.

#ithacatask #about nihal.#nihal's playlist.

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hostelsfm · 2 years

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take it easy for a little while & come and stay with us !

— [ choi beomgyu. 24. genderqueer. he/they. ] — that’s asher hong who’s listening to numb by sir sly after a day as influencer/content creator. rumors say they want to get better at art, but also that they are literally a sociopath. they carry a vibe of sarcastic remarks, resting bitch face & combat boots with everything.

played by belial.

#asher hong #accepted

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lumosouls · 2 years

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In the library.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x reader

Warnings: A few curse words, shakiness of hands (?), stuck in a library

Summary: A dull January evening turned into something much more, as you met your future lover.

Word count: 1.2k

Yet another dull January evening. The cold wind burnt your skin as your steps quickened. It was around 6 in the evening, the sun had long been gone and the sky was covered in a white layer, hinting the upcoming snowy night. The crowds were slowly dying as people rushed home, protecting themselves from the terrible cold.

You cursed under your breath as you had forgotten your gloves at home, and your hands, which were carrying the books back to the library, had turned red and limp. Your rushing form made a sudden stop, exhaling, the air turning into a white puff. Your shaky, numb hands reached for the old handle of the library, pushing it, almost throwing yourself inside, you sighed in content, the scent of old books and the warmness of the heater right above the door hitting your body.

“Good evening, Mrs. Watson” you beamed at the old librarian who was busy with her soap operas, ‘As usual’ you thought with a giggle.

“Ah, Y/N, good evening, sweetheart. Back for more?” She indicated the books on the “New addition” shelf, to which you nodded.

“Though, I’ll be surfing the classics this time, I have to write a report on Shakespeare for my literature course” you added as your feet dragged you to the deeper ends of the huge library, which you grew to adore.

Your fingers got into contact with almost every book on the shelves to your way to the second floor. ‘The library is oddly quiet tonight’ you thought, while searching for the desired book. All of a sudden, you hand got covered by another making you look up to meet a pair of blue eyes. A small gasp left your lips at the small proximity between you and the stranger, making you retreat your hand.

“Hamlet?” The stranger’s voice drummed making your cheeks softly cover themselves with a shade of red. You nodded at the statement, a laugh escaping your lips.

“Yes, Sir, Hamlet” you nodded as you reached for the one book that you needed, a frown soon replaced your smile, while you glared at the man, who took the book right before you could.

“Hey! That was mine!” You exclaimed, with an eye roll, sticking your hand out, so he could return the book.

“Oh? I don’t see a name here, unless you’re Shakespeare himself” he laughed at your glare.

“Clever way of getting my name, Sir, but I desperately need that book” you whined, as your lips formed a pout.

His eyebrow raised, a hum leaving his lips “Let me guess, for your literature report?” He beamed making your eyes widen. “Don’t worry, I’m not a stalker, I just heard your conversation with Mrs. Watson.”

Your lips formed into a small sly smile, as you quickly reached for the book, though he held it right behind his back, making you stumble right into his firm chest, a groan leaving your lips.

“Ah-aah” he shook his head “Name first” he laughed.

“Y/N” you replied with a scoff at the antiques of his. You hesitated before asking him for his name “And yours, Mr. Tease?”

“Thomas, though call me Tom, lovely” he said casually as he held the book tighter to his body. “Would you like some tea? I was supposed to have one of my friends here, yet, they couldn’t make I, hence I have two cups of tea. Plus you look like Rudolph the Reindeer, your nose is beet-red” he giggled.

“Oh how nice of you” you snarled at his comment, “Though, I have a few cookies and some chocolate with me” you said reaching into your tote bag, showing him the goods.

He guided you to the two armchairs next to the window, you arranged the tea along with the sweets on the windowsill and set comfortably with him facing you.

“I can help you with the report, you know?” He said reaching for The book that was next to his coat. “I must admit, I am rather fond of Shakespeare” Tom continued.

You nodded “In general, all the books, the old scent, the pages, it is perfect” your words made his eyes twinkle in excitement as he found a young woman with an old soul, sharing the same interests as him.

Time went by, it was now around midnight when you didn’t even hear Mrs. Watson shouting about the closing of the library, yet soon, the lights turned off and so did the heaters, making the both of you realise that you were locked in the library.

“Shit, my phone has no charge, but I remember it had about 12% left” you cursed at the black screen as you paced around, the same white puff of air leaving your lips, indicating the growing coldness, though you had your coat on.

“Must be because of the awfully low temperature” he sighed as he reached for your forearm, pulling you into him. “There we go, love” he muttered as his hand went to his neck, unwrapping his thick wool scarf, and wrapped it around you making you look at him, your heartbeat increasing, now you were sure he heard it.

“No no, Tom, you’ll get cold” You shook your head as you reached for his scarf that rested comfortably around you, leaving his scent onto your skin, when his warm hands came atop your relatively cold ones.

“Leave it on, I don’t want you to catch a cold, love.” He answered, taking your hands in his and then looking down to your eyes. “Is this okay?” He pointed at your held hands making you smile cheekily, though it was dark, the street lamps lit the room just enough.

“It’s..” You stopped “It’s perfect” you quickly said, tightening your grip onto his hands, as your face sunk into his scarf.

“You’re endearing, young lady” he laughed whole-heartedly, making you even more flustered.

Your little moment came to a stop when you heard the heavy doors of the library being unlocked. Both of you packed quickly, running downstairs almost immediately. It was Mrs. Watson.

“Oh dear Lord!” She shouted, her hand going to her chest “You scared me! Where you here this whole time?” She asked with a frown as she saw you both standing at the bottom of the staircase, foolishly nodding. “Good thing I came back for my hat, you idiots” she muttered as you and Tom apologised for not hearing her earlier.

You and Tom were now walking hand in hand to your apartment. It was now snowing heavily, though neither of you minded, since both of your hearts were warm.

Though you hesitated, you turned to him when you stopped at your flat. “Can we meet up later tomorrow?.” You both said in unison.

“I’d love to, honestly” you answered with a low giggle. “As would I, you’re quite an eye candy, and a pleasant little soul, love” he answered.

Oh those nicknames..

“Right, by the way, here is ‘Hamlet’” he reached into the paper bag he had been carrying the whole time, and took it out, handing it to you.

“Wait, did you take this from the library?!” You half-shouted in shock, reaching for the book.

He shook his head “Not at all, it’s mine, perfectly annotated, but also new enough for you to use it” he smiled, as he came a tad closer.

“Then why did you need the one from the library?” You turned to him towering over you now, while you put the book into your bag.

“Sweetheart, then how was I supposed to talk to you?”

A/N: My second imagine on this platform. It was not proofread, so I apologise for the mistakes. This is also my first imagine with Tom Hiddleston, a plot I was particularly interested in, since I find libraries one of the most calming places.

PS: I edited the plot a bit.

Taglist; @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds

#marvel #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston imagine #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston fanfiction #loki x reader #tom x reader #hiddleston x y/n #tom hiddleston x you #thomas hiddleston #tom hiddleston imagines #tom hiddleson fanfictions

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deviltoys · 3 years

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i would love to fuck denki so hard he pisses himself. he would try to apologize but he wouldn't even be able to form a sentence with how much pleasure he's feeling.

— ‘𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗽𝗮𝗶!’

denki kaminari x top!male reader. (wc; 932)

#a/n: this is something i decided to wing, and write while in a super bad mood - so i apologise if it's absolute shit. i was in need of something to lighten the tension! always love a good watersports req ;)

warnings. NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DNI, senpai k., watersports, cock warming, voyeurism, hair pulling, creampie, denki being bound up, third-year denki, reader works for an agency, age gap (18-23.)

“are you sure this is actually part of my training, Y/N? this doesn't seem very necessary!”

kaminari couldn't help but squirm around while you worked your cock into his little ass inch by inch, savouring it like you had done for the tenth time that week.

you left that sly grin of yours on display for your two young kohai in the room to witness. kaminari seemed to be falling apart underneath you already, you had only just fully seated yourself inside of him, cock throbbing against those tender walls of his. he was already a panicking mess.

your sensei and U.A’s hero course teacher, shouta aizawa — had discussed a project that would involve the collaboration of you and your fellow heroes, taking and training; members of the third year class under your wing.

quickly, denki kaminari and minoru mineta had caught your eye. they weren't known for ‘slacking off’ per say, but aizawa insisted they got paired up with a more advanced senior like yourself. in response to this, you had wasted no time signing off on them in preparation for the long, grueling sessions you'd been tasked with giving.

kaminari was quite the eye candy for someone his age, though it was to be expected that a few kids in his class would be toned and handsome — denki was less muscle and more looks. it didn't help that you two had practically become attached at the hip over the past couple of days.

so when you saw the chance to corrupt that poor, innocent witt of his, you pounced at the opportunity to do so.

here was your underclassmen, wrapped around your cock like a blanket as a means of ‘training’ his mind and body connection. what a cakewalk it was to have him warm your shaft for you, so simple, so naive.

“hm? of course kami, would your senpai lie to you? i only want what's best for your future as a hero.” you breathe heavily into the shell of his ear, hooking your chin over his shoulder-- you press your fingers along his jaw, making it easy to guide his face to the mirror positioned at the foot of your bed. it was preferred by your teacher and his that, he have a more visual learning experience.

denki took a peak at your hand, which was twisting around his length — watching his tip leak hot, gooey pre-cum with just the touch of your fingers was so amusing. you were so skilled, you knew all the right ways to make his abdomen feel all warm inside whenever you two had these sessions together.

“minoru, come bind your friend's arms while i begin. just behind his back is fine, this isn't anything too serious.” you let a soft chuckle out from under your breath, beckoning the short male closer to your spot on the bed. mineta quickly obeyed, restricting kaminari’s wrists behind his backside like you had asked.

“l-like this.. sir?”

“precisely, just like that.. good boy mineta.” you could sense he was just as nervous around you as denki was, they both marvelled in the way you'd demonstrate how to be the perfect hero. that's what it appeared like to them at least, this charismatic, chiseled senior of theirs was being so eager to lend them a hand! just like a good hero would!

though the hero system was just as corrupt as you were. your hips seemed to begin rolling on their own, fucking so deep into denki that you could see his belly bulge in the mirror. mumbles of your name falling from his lips as he struggled to catch his breath with how harshly you'd plow into him.

“breathe kaminari, i know you can take this-- you've done it so well before. be good for me, will you?”

denki fumbled around your shaft so beautifully, his mind was mush in no time and his words were recited blabbering that didn't even sound human — he was struggling to let you know how badly the pressure in his blatter was becoming. his tummy bloating with how well you stuffed him mixed the his urine threatening to burst any second.

“senpai-! p-please, i need to pee!” his glossy yellow eyes screwed shut, brows furrowing in discomfort and pleasure as you alligned your palm under his cockhead just a moment too late.

he had pissed all over himself, your warm palm pumping around his quivering, wet dick.

he was beyond embaressed, his tongue tripping out the words to an apology admist all the overwhelming lust he was experiencing. but before he could even finish a sentence, his meek rambling was shut down in an instant, completely forgotten as his eyes blurred together.

your name felt like a mouthful at that point, the lewd expression plastered on those rosey lips told you everything you needed to know — swiftly you pumped your cum into the depths of his ass, not daring to stop as you watch his hole push out of mixture of semen and lube around your length.

mineta was in awe, observing his blonde haired friend convulse and tremble; trying to regain any sort of conscious thought while the waves of his high came crashing down. denki’s body goes numb as he melts into your chest, shuddering out a few incoherent sounds as you merely grin.

shifting your gaze to meet the tiny, purple male who was still holding his grip on denki’s forearms, wide eyed and all — you offered him a proposition.

“ah, minoru, it's your turn next is it not? go on, hop up onto your senpai’s lap will you?’

#x male reader #smut #bnha smut #x top male reader #denki kaminari x male reader #denki kaminari x top male reader #denki kaminari #my hero academia x male reader #🩹;works #🩹;denki

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nanamikentoslutt · 3 years

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"My brat to break" Levi X FemReader

THIS IS 18+

Warnings; dom levi, rough facefucking, choking, slight name calling, some slight "forced" towards the end

Synopsis: You'd been teasing your captain one too many times today and he wasn't going to let you get away with it.

Word count: 3.7k

“Come in and close the door.”

You heard from the other side of your captain’s room. Levi’s voice was more stern than usual and his bitter tone ran a shiver down your spine, this couldn’t be good. After a month of secret meetings alone with the captain you two had started somewhat of an affair, behind the scouts backs of course. But today you’d maybe taken it a step too far, blatantly teasing him on the field, bending over in front of him, even eye fucking him in the mess hall. This was the type of behaviour Levi didn’t take lightly and you knew as soon as he’d requested your presence you were in big trouble.

Walking through the door and closing it as instructed you gave your captain a firm salute and a brazen smile to show your fictitious gesture, hoping to lighten up the mood before Levi had at you. But your lame attempt hadn’t worked. Levi was sitting behind his desk, eyes now glaring at you with disdain. “Drop the act you little brat.” His eyebrows scrunched inwards and mouth slightly frowned, his entire face was looking at you with pure anger. You had seen Levi get angry at other scouts for being careless plenty of times and you knew that face like the back of your hand but you didn’t recognise this one and your chest was beginning to tighten.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about, Levi?”

However scared you were there was something inside you that wanted to push him even further to see how far he’d go. Would he actually hurt you? Someone he’s been sleeping with in secret? This is Levi Ackerman we’re talking about, it’s very possible you’ve misread the entire situation and you are just his plaything.

“I said drop the act. Go face the wall.”

Levi shifted his eyes over to the corner of the room and back at you, signalling where to go, his head then dropped back down to his paperwork.

“I’m sorry… what? You called me in here to face the wall?”

Your questions had interrupted Levi’s paperwork, he froze still with his pen in hand. Without looking up Levi just repeats. “Go face the wall.”

You’re in utter disbelief, this was your punishment? Is he serious? You knew you’d taken it too far today but now he was going to make you face the wall like a schoolgirl.

“Levi, I’m not a child, i-”

Cutting you off he pauses his writing from his paperwork, however this time he looks you dead in the eyes. “I won’t ask again, y/n.”

His steel eyes piercing into your face made your lower half go slightly numb, the fear that was slowly creeping away soon came back. You’d now remembered just who Levi was. Whether or not you felt you had a bond with him he was still your Captain and still one of the coldest people you knew, disobeying him was a stupid idea.

So you did as he said and moved over to the wall, facing directly at it maybe an arms length away you stand still until you hear “No, closer. All the way. I want your nose touching the wall.” Levi spat. Being the brat you are you’d usually have something witty to say, but you just inched closer to the wall, obeying Levi’s command in hopes this little performance would be over sooner. Too afraid to look behind you you could hear Levi still at his desk, signing papers and stacking them one by one. Nothing but the sound of levi’s work filled the room and your patience was wearing thin. You considered you could talk your way out of whatever Levi had planned, slowly turning your head to turn to look at him you open your mouth but before words can come out Levi already clocked your movement and is staring daggers at you.

“Face back to the wall. And hold your hands behind your back.”

The tone in his voice had shifted to something now very dark. You couldn’t understand why but the way his voice loomed over you even from the other side of the room made you rub your thighs together slowly. A warm sensation beginning to grow in your underwear all just over Levi’s instructions. Feeling grateful you were now facing the wall and not him you had just assumed you’d be here until he was done with work and then the punishment would be over.

The sound of Levi’s pen scribbling had stopped. He slowly got up from his chair and walked up behind you. Each footstep taking it’s time on the wooden floorboards beneath you both. With each step your heart started beating a little faster, you didn’t dare look behind in fear of what the Captain would do.

Levi was now a fingers length away from you, he slowly ghosted ever so slightly over your neck. He immediately recognised your sped up breathing pattern and caught the side of your eye to give you a small, low chuckle. Only mocking how easily it took to scare you, and how quickly he could sense it too.

“Where did that brat from earlier go?”

Levi wasn’t touching you yet you’d accumulated a small patch of wetness between the slick of your little cunt that was causing your insides to fire up. You turned your head to the side to face Levi’s

“I’m sorry for earlier, captain, please forgive me.”

You little shit. You knew just how much Levi loved being called captain. You call him it every day infront of everyone but calling him that when you’re both alone drives him crazy but unfortunately for you he’s not quite foolish enough to let your sly attempts at mercy persuade him.

Running his fingers down the arch of your back he delicately grazes his calloused hands over the curve of your clothed ass, his face has now slightly softened but his eyes are still burning into your face. One look at you and he knew what kind of state you were in.

Levi thinks about your almost endearing attempt at calling him captain in hopes for some kind of plea but gazing down at your backside he forgets any kind of deal.

He methodically and without any hesitation removed each and every one of your straps connected to your uniform, lifting up your arms which were still placed behind your back to help him unbuckle everything he needed to and placing everything neatly on the chair next to him. The colour of your cheeks now a rosy glow, you feel your heartbeat in your throat.

“Levi, please, I was only kidding today. It won't happen again, you’ve made your point. I’m sorry.”

Levi doesn’t seem to register your whines. He continues removing the belt on your trousers. Now loose they begin to sag down slowly past your hips, falling down to the bottom of your thighs revealing your cotton panties.Your hands now desperately fumbling to pull them back up, the humiliation of having Levi see the wet patch between your legs leaves you hopelessly begging for another deal.

“Please, Sir, I apologise for my insubordination earlier and it won't happen again, ever.”

Levi stepped back to watch you try and pull your trousers up for a short moment, his eyes darting from your face back down to your ass cheeks. Folding his arms he gives an almost unnoticeable grin, “Sir now is it?”. He just shook his head in amazement at your once again. pitiful attempt at some kind of plea. His nonchalonce to your begging only made you finally come to the realisation he wasn’t listening.

Turning to Levi with your back now against the wall he places one hand flat on the wall next to your head and the other he traces his index finger in a slow, swirling motion around your collarbones, making way down to your clothed breasts.

“You know I hate desperate little runts like you, y/n. Messing with me all day… now we’re alone you get all sheepish.”

His eyes followed the finger used to drive you over the edge, rubbing around your clothed nipple. Eyes wide on him you started to rub your thighs together slow enough he wouldn’t notice, but he did, because he notices every little detail your body gives off. Now cupping your breast he leans into your neck,

“Fucking cocktease.”

Squeezing tight you let out a moan, now desperate for his touch. The other evenings with Levi hadn’t gone like this before, this was the first time you’d landed yourself in trouble and this new feeling of humiliation made you question your sanity, why were you so fucking wet?

Squeezing your thighs together Levi pulls himself back and looks you up and down.

“Enough of that, remove your clothes.”

You paused for a brief moment, you wasn’t sure if Levi was instructing you to get naked for sex or something else and the idea frightened you, but Levi’s anger terrified you more.

You removed the remainder of your clothes, dropping them in front of you and pushing them aside with your foot. You held your hands together in front of your exposed cunt while keeping your eyes glued to the floor. Levi went across the room and brought back a chair, dragging it across the floorboards. He placed it in front of you and sat down, legs crossed and arms folded. He was now looking up at your glowing face. He paused for a moment, taking in every inch of your body, watching you tremble with just his eyes on you. Your breasts were slightly squeezed together where you were desperately holding on to your nether region for fear of letting on just how fucked up you were.

“Sir… no, Captain… no, no, Levi, I mean- Please tell me what you want?”

The corner of Levi’s mouth turned slightly upwards, hiding just how hot he was getting seeing you so coy he quickly returned to his more authoritative stare. Moving his crossed legs slightly on the chair to adjust his now growing member.

“You’re going to remove your hands and hold them behind your back. Like I said originally, brat.”

Your head bowed, you moved your eyes up to meet his and let whatever you were feeling take over. There was no use begging or whining.

“OK…”

Levi cocked his head and raised and eyebrow, voice slightly louder than before,

“OK, what..?”

“OK, sir.”

Not wanting to anger him anymore you stood up straight and did as he said. Your captain was not a patient man but when it came to watching you go bright red under his gaze, he could leave you hanging for as long as he pleased.

Now staring at your exposed cunt Levi's eyes turned glossy for a moment from being unable to blink, getting transfixed over your glistening folds, watching a small dribble run to the tip of your thigh. Clenching into nothing you were working yourself up even more, being so humiliated made you so desperate for levi to fuck you. Now watching him see just how wet you are you were hoping for some kind of release.

Still sitting he reached an arm out behind your thigh and pulled you closer to him, now eye level with your navel. He took two fingers and slowly felt the opening of your wetness, running down in between your folds. He pulls back and glances at his now coated fingers.

“Tch. Disgusting.” Levi mocked, his tone defying his true feelings for your body.

He comes back and this time uses both hands to spread you open slightly and inspect you almost clinically. He notices how you’re still tensing your pussy onto nothing but your walls, working up the warmth and only becoming more soaked. With one hand keeping you spread, he slowly moves two fingers on his other hand in circular motions over your clit, letting out a whine you start to move your hips onto his fingers desperate for more friction.

“Stop moving.” He instructed, your body tensing up, the hair touching the back of your neck now getting stuck to your skin where you’ve worked yourself up into a small sweat. You did as he said and halted.

Rubbing over your bundle of nerves he stands up, face to face with you, and cautiously puts a hand around your throat. Applying some light pressure you start to moan into his face, his lips brush against your warm cheek

“Is this what you wanted?”

His voice makes your knees go weak as his breath rains through your ear. He licks the side of your neck and tightens the grip on your throat.

“Yes, yes this is what i-”

Shoving his two fingers inside your sloppy cunt he starts finger fucking you, keeping you in place with his strong grip held tightly around your neck.

“I asked you a question cadet.”

Not giving in he speeds up. Inserting a third finger and stretching out your eager hole.

“Yes Sir, this is what I wanted.”

Giving everything you have to keep your eyes focused on your captain you start to feel a warm sensation rise to your head, your cunt clenching over his fingers mercilessly slamming into you. Getting harder to breathe, Levi feels your impending orgasm and uses his grip around his throat to slam you into the wall, his three fingers fucking you so hard you hardly notice you’re unable to breathe properly. The sound of his knuckles slapping against your folds is overtaken by your desperate moans and pleas to cum. Feeling the coil in your stomach your body starts to shake,

“Yes, yes, please, I’m going to cu-”

Without hesitation Levi pulls his fingers out of you and removes his hand from your neck, stepping back.

Jerking your body from the release you gulp in the air, panting and hunching over. The sick fuck refused to let you cum, he’d brought you all the way to the edge and left you there.

Pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket he wipes away the cum you’d spilled onto his hands, meticulously getting everything off and placing it back. He puts both hands in his pockets and gives a small, devious smile your way.

“Levi, what the fuck was that?”

Your heated face from earlier now getting hot with rage, your anger leaving you completely dissatisfied, you grasp and his shirt, looking up at him begging for more. Flinging your arms around his neck and pulling your body onto his clothed torso you moan in his ear, you’re so needy and cock hungry.

“Please, please, you know what I want, you know exactly what I want, I'll be good.” You cry out, frantically smothering his neck with sloppy kisses, running your fingers through his hair.

He takes his hands out of his pockets and gives out a moody hum, as if contemplating your desperate whines. Even Levi couldn’t help himself with you, seeing you so pathetic was making his cock twitch in his pants and he needed some release himself.

“Alright brat, calm down. Be good and you’ll get what you want.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Levi grabs your hair at the back of your head and forces you down on your knees, unbuttoning his trousers he releases his thick cock, still not fully hard but stiff enough for it to bounce up a little. Your mouth starts to water just at the sight of it, making you thrust your hips into the air for some kind of release. Gaping your mouth and sticking your tongue out you look up at him like a hungry dog at its owner. But the strength he held on your hair was forcing you back just by the tip.

Pulling on his strength you slowly brought yourself just close enough so your tongue could touch the tip, lapping up the salty precum that was dribbling out of his pink head.

“Is this what you wanted?”

His fistful of your hair using your head to tease you, moving it back and forth from his cock. He loves watching you get so weak and whiny for him, his face now turning into a more cocky expression. Eyes wide on him, begging for it, he slams his cock into your mouth, not holding back he uses his other hand to take grip of your hair, fucking your face so fast you barely have time to breathe. He keeps a motion of in and out, in and out for as long as he can before he sees your eyes light up, and your hands flail up to his thighs, indicating you need air. He lets you take a few deep breaths before he’s back to skullfucking you.

Your drool pooling down the base of his cock and dribbling down to your chest, you let out muffled noises that make Levi pull his head back and give out a deep grunt.Your wet mouth has brought him close but he isn’t finished with you.

He pulls out and looks down at your cute, sloppy face. Smiling up at him you swallow all the spit in your mouth and open wide for him to enter again, ready for him to continue using you as his little slut.

Levi loved how wild his cock made you, looking down at you with pure amazement in his face he loves how ready you are for him at all times, being able to take his full length and happily forfeiting your own breathing just for a drop of his cum.

He lets go of your hair and orders you to bend over the desk, which you of course oblige to. Hastily moving your body from the ground your excitement makes you almost fall over. Getting into your usual position on the desk, Levi removes his clothes, his cock still rock hard however he takes the time to place his clothes in a folded placement on the chair.

“You’re a fucking runt, you know that?”

Levis ghosts behind you and whispers in your ear, the words making your entire body melt. His wet cock lightly brushing your ass cheek. Using his hand to guide himself inside your pulsating cunt his teases the tip, followed by him calmly entering his full length inside you, stretching your walls to accommodate him. Levi loved being rough but he always knew to take it slow on the first few thrusts with you.

You let out a loud moan, pushing back into him to signal you were ok, your dripping cunt was so greedy for him.

“Fuck.. that feels so good. Fuck, fuck, fuck..”

Your voice breathy and low, causing Levi to snake his hand around your body, squeezing your breast in his hand and using the other on your hip to position you just right on his cock. He pulls the entire length out and slams into you with no reluctance, thrusting in and out of your longing hole and pinching and twisting your erect nipple. His grip on your hip tightening as his movement in you was speeding up, sweat forming on his brow as he was working himself up into you, using your body as his own fucktoy.

Your cries were filling his office, getting louder and louder, the occasional sensation of his soft balls slapping on your clit was building the knot in your stomach, feeling a warm sensation you clench around his cock and gasp in the air, your walls pulsating on his member you arch your back up on to him and let him continue you fucking out your orgasm.

Your head drops back onto his neck, the hand that was used to toy with your nipple delicately finds its way gently around your neck, Levi looks at you and pulls you in for a deep and sloppy kiss, still keeping his pace your eyes look to his in pure bliss giving him a toothy grin, you’d gotten exactly what you wanted and he knew it, Levi couldn’t hide his smile from you much longer and went to ravage the groove of your neck,

“You little shit.”

He gave you what you wanted but he wasn’t done with you just yet, and he wasn’t letting you leave without a cunt full of cum. He quit the cute shit and forced you back down on the table, your cheek now slammed on the wood of the desk, his hand on your face keeping you there. His cock aching inside you he used your dripping hole for his own pleasure, ignoring your staggered whines when he went too deep. Get much rougher with you your cunt couldn’t take anymore, unable to move your head up from the desk or even your body from off of him you were forced to stay in place and let him finish

“Ugh.. Sir, please cum inside me.”

A tear forming out the corner of your eye from the overwhelming pain your guts were receiving fell down the side of your face. Levi now approaching his orgasm kept himself deep inside you, his whole body tensing and his hand tightening the grip on your poor face.

“Shit…”

His hot seed unravelled itself inside you, painting your insides. He stayed inside you for a brief moment while his cock started to soften and he could catch his breath, his hand slowly releasing pressure on your face.

In no time at all he was putting his clothes back on, buttoning up his shirt while you were fumbling on the ground finding your clothes, so tired you’d forgotten where everything was.

Giving each other space to clothe yourselves you sat on the chair, still slightly out of breath you let your head fall back, a quiet laugh starting to crawl out of your mouth.

“I always get what I want, Captain.”

Levi was always going to give you what you wanted, although he was humanities strongest he still couldn’t control himself around you. Composing himself and wiping down his shirt he walked towards you, your brazzen smile beaming into his face. Pulling himself down to you, hand on the back of your chair, nose to nose his cold grey eyes scanning you,

“I always knew you were a little brat. Some brats just need some discipline.”

“And I suppose you’ll be the one to do the disciplining, huh captain?”

Your cocky face and snide remarks made Levi look at you like a challenge. He’d broken many brats in his time and he was happy to break you.

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youryanderedaddy · 3 years

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Caged bird

Summary: When your prince finally catches you, you are forced to see things his way.

Tw: female reader, kidnapping, abuse of power, slight violence, slight non-con, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior

Locked in (pt. 1)

You, the little concubine, who had managed to so quickly and mercilessly steal his heart, were standing in the corridor – delicate wrists in heavy silver handcuffs, face dirty and dusty, clothes all messy. Your eyes were shining brightly despite the heavy air and your lips were softly mumbling, whispering silent pleads and prayers. Your whole body was shaking with fear, shock and misery. The prince slowly walked towards you, only stopping when the distance between you was nonexistent. You could feel his minty breath tickling the hairs on your exposed neck and it made you shiver like a million of ice-cold arrows trough your heart.

‘’My love, I can finally see your beautiful face again.’’ The man spoke quietly, bordering on a whisper. His fingers were stroking your hair gently, yet still pulling at the ends every time he got to them. “I showed you nothing, but pure kindness and adoration, and what did you do in return?” Suddenly William tugged at your silky locks and dragged you to the wall, finally slamming your frail, tired body roughly against it. He captured your wrists with his own and suppressed the need to devour you right then and there.

“You ran away, my love.” The prince purred in your ear and it made your blood run cold. “You toyed with my endless trust, you broke my heart and left me to suffer all on my own.” He clenched his teeth in an angry fashion. ‘’Damn traitor.’’ Will cursed under his breath, but that did little to stop the tears of raw emotion streaming down his cheeks. He felt so hurt and betrayed by you it was hard to even think about it. “Why? Why did you do it? ” The rage – filled man pushed you further into the stone-cold wall. You looked up at him, almost apathetic towards the fucked up situation. You couldn’t find enough strength in your heart to fill sorry for the pitiful ruler.

“My lord, please excuse my stupid, impulsive behavior. I was unhappy at your palace. The golden walls and honey – colored collars feel like a cage when you are miserable. ” You admitted after a while, staring deep into the prince’s cold eyes. Some pathetic, forgotten part of you still believed that he would realize his faults and the pain he had caused you. “I wish for nothing more than freedom - to be able to travel around the world and explore its secrets, it’s my only desire.” You continued carefully. Every word felt as if you were dancing on thin ice, applying more pressure could result in a big crash of suffocation, drowning and agony. “I also wish to see my family at least once. I beg you, Sir, let me go.” You knew your cheeks were rosy now due to the humiliating nature of your dolorous pleading but you had no other choice. Will looked at you for a second before smashing his cold blue lips into your soft warm ones, in a mockery of the sweet gesture, shared between lovers. His kiss was harsh and desperate, violent, without a trace of passion or consideration. It conveyed all his scattered emotions – sadness, hurt, anger, all mixed together in a sloppy wet mess of tongue and salty tears. By now the prince wasn’t sure who they belonged to.

‘’Dearest, you haven’t seen anything yet.” Will muttered darkly, while holding you close. “But you will. I will make sure of it.”

Three hours later you were still crying on the floor. Your wrists were covered in bruises from the handcuffs and your weak bare feet felt numb to the heavy metal around your ankles. Your pearly white tears were falling to the ground. You were inside a small pitch black room all alone again. Sickening, terrifying and empty, this was your punishment. No amount of tears could change your fate – owned by a cruel master and away from everyone you truly loved.

You were nothing but a beautiful caged bird singing a sad, lonely song.

Caged bird (pt. 2)

The prince sat down right next to you and ran his hand gently across your face. He started humming a sappy song about the kingdom you two had grown up in, about the good old days when everything felt way sweeter and warmer like an endless summer.

“How are feeling today, my love?” Will asked, suddenly concerned about your well – being. But you learned the hard way to never trust a word coming out of his lips. You decided to be honest anyways.

“Sad and perhaps even a bit lost. In fact I think I lose a part of myself every day that I wake up locked in here. ” You answered in a broken voice. All of it was true, you weren't yourself anymore – you refused to eat, sleep or even talk to anyone besides your master and you were getting weaker by the day.

“And why is that, dearest?” The prince replied quickly, his tone on the line between calm and threatening. He tried to control his nerves only this time, since you already looked low in spirits.

“I miss my parents and my friends. But most of all I miss my older sibling, Your Majesty. I really want to see them.” You took a deep breath as you realized how daring and rash your words were. “Sir, excuse my boldness.”

“You are not excused, dearest.” William snapped bitterly and grabbed your wrist in a tight, punishing grip. “Do you know what happened to the person you hold oh-so-dear?” The prince whispered into your ear, enjoying the way it made your whole body still. You shook your head and the man had to fight off the urge to give you a sly laugh as a hint of what you were to hear next. He pulled your beautiful hair up in order for your eyes to be on the same level. “I killed them. I tortured them for hours until they lost all of their energy, body and soul.” The prince pronounced every word slowly and sharply, using it as a poisonous weapon against you. “That stupid punk.” He continued, pleased as he watched you struggle to get out of his grasp, but to no avail. He had you trapped in place and you weren’t going away until you have heard each and every painful bit of truth. “I hated him with a burning passion, you know? He was constantly trying to take you away from me and I just couldn’t stand it anymore.” William smirked viciously. He had officially won. “But don’t worry, my love. He can’t get in the way of our love ever again. No one can, not even you. Even If you try to run away again, I will simply drag you back and chain you up down here until you finally realize there is no way out. Loving me is your best chance and you better use it.”

You couldn’t hear the madman’s ramblings anymore. The big salty tears were suffocating you, you were drowning in them, swimming around helplessly, only to be met with an even bigger wave. All you could do was suffer silently and pray that one day you would learn to love him.

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stardust-kenobi · 4 years

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First

Obi Wan Kenobi x Fem!Reader

Summary: Obi Wan finds out that you’re a virgin after an evening with him at the bar. You asked him if he would be your first.

Word count: 4.8k

Warnings: vanilla smut, soft obi wan🥺

A/N: This wasn’t requested. I do have a few requests I have received that I will be working on this week. This one was mostly taken from a fic I wrote with a different character a while back. It was edited to fit Obi Wan💕

gif cred: @princessxkenobi

The liquor coated your throat as you threw back the remains of your fourth, unnecessarily strong drink. Your eyes met the dark, dimly lit ceiling of the bar as your head was tilted backward. You weren’t wincing at the awful flavor anymore as your taste buds became practically numb. You confidently slammed the glass onto the bar, nonverbally announcing you were ready for some more alcohol.

The very busy bartender was quick to replace your glass, reminding himself of the money he’d be making off of you this evening. Your best friend, Obi Wan, had accompanied you to the bar tonight. It was not often that he’d let loose but this evening, he’d thrown a few drinks back himself. Anakin had joined you two as well, but he left so that he could spend some quality time with Padme. The two of you remained in the bustling and rowdy crowd, clinging to the bar and chatting the time away.

An odd looking, clearing intoxicated man approached you on the left. Obi Wan stood next to you on your right.

“Hello, pretty thing” he slurred his words. You attempted to scoot away from him. Obi Wan had not noticed his presence yet.

“I said hello” he repeated himself, this time with a sour, demanding attitude.

“I’m not interested” your words were blank and empty of emotion. Obi Wan perked up, now fully aware of the situation.

“Bitch” the man spat at you.

“Excuse me. what is the problem here?” Obi Wan intervened, thankfully.

“This whore right here. That’s the problem” his verbal hostility heightened the dramatic nature of the situation. Obi Wan moved to step in front of you and protect you, he opened his mouth to defend you but he was rudely interrupted.

“What? Is she fucking you? Is that why she won’t fuck me?” He inquired, putting harsh emphasis on his words.

“Alright I think it best if you le-” Obi Wan began, fully prepared to physically throw this man out of the bar if necessary. A fun, drunk driven idea found its way into your thought process.

“Yes, we are” You interrupted proudly and shot to your feet from the bar stool. You turned to Obi Wan behind you and flashed him a please-go-along-with-this look. His expression was still angry.

“Aren’t we, Obi Wan?” You continue and wrap your arm around him sloppily and place your other hand on his slightly exposed chest.

You felt the effect of the alcohol intensify as you moved. Obi Wan’s expression had transformed from pure irritation directed at the man, to satisfaction directed at you and your newly formed plan.

“Yeah.. You heard her” Obi Wan attempted to sell the lie while you’re wrapped around him. You could tell he was drunk too. It was subtle, but you’d been around him enough to pick up on his inebriated signals.

“Prove it” The man blurts out suddenly. Obi Wan looks down at you clinging to him with a clueless look on his sweet face. You assume he has no idea how to play this out and decide to take it into your own hands. There was no time to give silent messages to each other now. You moved your face toward his, tension growing exponentially. You grasped his shirt and pulled him into you. Your uncoordinated motions caused your lips to crash onto his harder than you’d intended. Nonetheless, Obi Wan’s lips moved so passionately against yours.

Although this kiss was all for show, you felt a warm tingling feeling in your stomach. The man stood next to the two of you and watched, completely speechless. You smirked slightly against Obi Wan’s lips, silently communicating to him. You move your hand from his chest to his groin and grope him firmly. Obi Wan jumped at the contact then groans quietly into your mouth. After a few long seconds of passionate kissing, you pulled away with a sly look on your face. You nodded your head and raise an eyebrow to the man’s annoyed face. You turn back to Obi Wan, observing a surprised, yet satisfied look plastered across his expression.

“Ah that ain’t nothing, y’all just made out” He said, tremendously unconvinced and displeased. You threw your hands up in frustration and Obi Wan belted out a hardy laugh for more reasons than one. Normally this would be out of character for him. His mood would have turned way too serious very quickly had that situation occurred while he was sober.

“Seriously? Do you want to watch us fuck for you to be convinced?” You rhetorically ask him, hoping he wasn’t actually going to say yes. Your filthy words were shocking to you as they flew off your tongue. Obi Wan jolted his attention to you, you didn’t see it, but you could feel his eyes on you.

“Really I just want to see you without any clothes on, so yeah sweetheart that would be great” He responded, earning an uproar of laughter from himself.

“Fine, we’re going to right now. But you’re not coming, sir” You announced. You wrapped your fingers into Obi Wan’s hair and plant another kiss on his lips before guiding him by the hand around the corner that was unoccupied and lacking light.

Once you both had escaped the man’s presence and came around the corner, both of you broke character.

“What are we doing, y/n?” He whispered and giggled drunkenly, following you closely.

“Shh let’s just get in here” You suggested. Your mind began to wander as you contemplate whether you were ready to lose your virginity tonight. The idea both terrified and excited you simultaneously. Was this still a joke? Was it serious now? Everything was a little blurry for you at the moment.

You both scurried into the unoccupied area and you peak around one last time to make sure you weren’t followed. Once you found yourself in the quiet and darkness, all you could see was a silhouette of Obi Wan’s figure and his crystal blue eyes somehow still glistening. There was silence as you admired him in this setting.

“So…are we really gonn-” Obi Wan started to inquire.

“Oh no!” You cut him off and instantly realized how harsh your words came out of your mouth.

“Right, right. Of course, that was stupid, I shouldn’t have asked that” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, displaying his slight embarrassment for asking. You then felt heavy guilt on your shoulders for reacting in such a way. You wanted Obi Wan, more than any other man you’d known, but you were afraid of losing your innocence. Especially not when you weren’t prepared for it. It was your nerves speaking, not your true desires.

“Obi Wan…” You began. He motioned politely for you to stop explaining yourself before you even start.

“Y/n you don’t have to say anything, really” Obi Wan said apologetically.

“Let me.” You firmly demanded. “Look, Obi Wan. I know we were doing this as a joke to mess with him, but i’m a little drunk right now and I just feel like telling you this.” You fiddled with your fingers for a moment then looked at him. You weren’t sure if he could see your nervousness. “I’m a virgin” you stated suddenly and boldly, getting it out, finally.

Obi Wan looked at you for a moment and you’re almost able to read his mind through his gestures. He didn’t know what to say, that much was obvious.

“Oh. I see.” He finally broke the silence. He rubbed his beard softly. “Why haven’t you ever told me that?” He inquired, sounding offended and hurt that his very close friend never mentioned her sexual history.

“I was…ashamed…I don’t know” You weren’t sure what to say at this point. You leaned against the wall and hide your face in your hands. Truly you had no need to feel ashamed but you present yourself as such a mature woman at times, you felt a fool for admitting you had no experience in that specific department.

“Y/n, you have nothing to be ashamed about” He assured you softly and places his hand on the wall above your head. He was dangerously close to your face, you could smell the hint of liquor on his breath that was also present on yours.

“I know, I just…I want to, y’know…have sex” You continued. “but I haven’t had the opportunity with someone I really care about.” You kept your focus on the ground below you and feel Obi Wan’s hand rest on your shoulder to provide emotional support. You could tell that his offered consolation was hesitant as he grew nervous for what he’d say next.

“I care about you, darling” Obi Wan began, “and I think you’re…” He paused for a moment and audibly swallowed, “absolutely beautiful.” The last words trailed off toward the end. He was too shy to confidently express his admiration, even with his altered mind. You blushed, of course unnoticed by Obi Wan in this low lighting. “And I’m not just saying that because we’re both drunk, I really feel that way” he continued. You smiled softly and turned your attention to him. He met your eyes in the same moment, reading your mind in the same way you were able to read his before.

His hand slowly grasped your face, gently pulling you closer to him. He was trembling subtly. Your heart began to flutter as it did when you first kissed, except this time it felt deeper, and more real. His soft lips graced yours so tenderly. There was a level of passion in this kiss that you’d never felt in your life and you soaked in every bit of it. You allowed your lips to dance with his for as long as you both allowed in that moment.

You pulled away, and nervously breathed out.

“I’m glad that one was real” He chuckled.

“Me too” You agreed and leaned into his arms. “Obi Wan?” you requested his attention.

“Yeah, y/n?”

“When I decide that I’m ready, would you be my first?” You spilled out of your mouth. You feared what he might say in response.

“I’d love to, Y/n.” He flashed a friendly, comforting smile. “It would be an honor” He confirmed and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. Somehow this conversation was more heartwarming than sexual. You knew he cared about you so deeply and for you to ask him that probably made him happy knowing you trust him in that way.

“We should probably stay back here a little longer, maybe that guy will get bored and leave.” You suggested. Obi Wan nods in agreement.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it if he tries to bother you again” he firmly reassured you.

In the weeks that followed that unexpected night, you and Obi Wan had developed a beautiful, slow paced relationship. For a while, it was unofficial and overall, unsure. The flirting skyrocketed and the constant sexual tension grew more obvious to you with every moment you spent near each other. One night when the moons glowed brighter than usual, and everything felt right, Obi Wan told you how much he really loved you, and officially asked you to be his, making you feel complete. You two, of course, had to keep the business of your courtship a secret, considering he was a Jedi, and all. Most people assumed you were only friends, as you always had been. You were still a virgin, and Obi Wan was willing to wait as long as you needed.

“You’re worth it, y/n” he would always remind you.

You were once faced with a difficult situation regarding the secrecy of your relationship when you were approached by Mace Windu, asking for an explanation of your extended amount of time with Obi Wan. Somehow, you were able to lie to a Jedi and get away with it, but it surely was a close call. To Master Windu’s surprise, Obi Wan very sternly put him in his place about interrogating you. This put quite the strain on their relationship. But again, Obi Wan assured you,

“You’re worth it, y/n”.

This altercation forced the two of you to be more secretive in the future.

That was a week ago. Today, It was a calm, pleasant day. The sun was peeking through the infrastructure and partially shining through the balcony in Obi Wan’s room, a good indication that it was approaching dawn. Obi Wan was peacefully still snoozing off the previous night. You’d stayed the night with him unintentionally. You’d been there late, and fell asleep on his couch. He covered you in a fleece blanket and let you sleep rather than waking you and making you leave. Although the sun crept itself onto Obi Wan’s relaxed face through the wide balcony and neighboring window, he remained at rest. You sat in the chair next the bed, legs curled up, watching his chest gently rise and fall, admiring the sound of his peaceful breathing.

You studied the lining of his jaw that was speckled with thick hair, yet still so soft. His lips were ever so slightly parted. You smiled to yourself and turned your attention back to the rising sun. You became so lost in your thoughts you were slightly startled by Obi Wan’s voice.

“Good morning, love” His voice was gruff, sleepy, and so adorable. You turn around to look at his fatigued smile and head still rested on his pillow.

“Good morning, Obi Wan” You sweetly replied. “It’s a beautiful day and you’re lazy butt is just sleeping it away” you teased.

“Get over here, you” He chuckled and pulled the covers back with enough room for you to snuggle in there with him. You happily obliged.

You placed your back to his bare chest, asserting yourself as the little spoon. You’d never seem his so exposed and it made your heart flutter.

“You might feel, um-” Obi Wan began. Before he finishes his statement, you felt a bulge press against your ass. You were pleased to feel this but you assumed Obi Wan was likely embarrassed by it. “It’s uh, because I just woke up, that’s all” he tried to explain himself.

“Hush” You attempted to shut him up. You grinded your hips back into him, causing him to groan quietly. You teased him further and rotate your hips slightly. One of your favorite things to do was tease him relentlessly.

“Darling” He growled and pulled you closer into him, if that was even possible. You turned to face him, planning to act on something you’d considered for a while.

“I want you, Obi Wan” You whispered. “I want you to make love to me”. His eyes widened happily. His mind was racing and it was obvious to you. You were so nervous to even bring it up, but he was never going to be pushy about it, so you had to make the first move.

“R-right now?” He stuttered.

“Well, I mean, if that’s okay” You shyly responded. He smiled ear to ear and looks away, then back to you.

“Oh it’s more than okay, Y/n, but” Obi Wan paused and sat up in bed, “I want to get myself cleaned up for you first. It’s your first time, you deserve for it to be special”.

You melted at this gesture and felt relief knowing that he wanted to do this as well. Obi Wan ran his fingers through his messy hair then reached for your hand, pulling it to his lips and planting a kiss softly on your fingers.

“I’ve just been thinking about it a lot recently and…I know that I’m ready” You admitted.

“Tonight” He replied, “Are you okay with doing that here?” He inquired as if he was asking himself simultaneously. You nodded your head in approval to which he positively replied with a nod as well. You kissed him on closed lips quickly before rising to your feet.

“Then I will see you tonight, Master Kenobi” You smiled and exited his room slowly, closing the door behind you.

You had spent the day letting your nerves get the best of you and over thinking the endless possibilities of what could happen.

As the sun got lower, your nerves rose higher. The sun just barely crept over the horizon now. You took a sharp breath in and decided it was a good time to go to him. Your stomach was tied in knots and your legs trembled subtly with every step. You were so excited and so terrified at the same time. As you get near his quarters, you walked yourself through what was going to happen again. The door opened to reveal his robe apparel that was more formal than usual. He scanned your body and admired your flowing evening gown.

“Wow…you look…beautiful” He seemed damn near speechless. You looked normal at best, but he was still amazed at your appearance somehow.

“Thank you Obi Wan, you look very handsome yourself” You reciprocated the compliment. You kept reminding yourself to calm down and steady your hands. Just in time, too, because Obi Wan grabbed them delicately and led you into his bedroom. You were in awe of the mood he had set. The room was lit only by about 30 candles. There were rose petals that circled the bed, creating a romantic atmosphere. He turned to you, seeing the nervous smile on your face, and closed the bedroom door behind you.

“This is wonderful, Obi Wan” you express your gratitude for this preparation.

“Only the best for you, my darling” he whispered.

Obi Wan took his gentle time initiating the events to follow. He approached you hesitantly, displaying signs of anxiousness. He smiled warmly at you and minimized the distance between you two standing in the middle of his bedroom. You felt like you were awkward, not knowing what to do with your hands. He raised his palm to your flushed cheek and rubbed his thumb over your cheekbone. He leaned into you slowly, as if he’s never kissed you before, and placed his ready lips upon yours. As both your lips move gracefully together, you felt yourself begin to relax. Obi Wan repositioned his idle arm to wrap around your waist and pulled you into his warm body, leaving no space between you two. Your tongues meet, increasing the passion of the kiss. He shuffled his feet toward his bed, keeping his grip on you so that you move together. He faced your back toward the bed and lays you down gently before hovering over you, only breaking your kiss for a moment. He ensured that you were comfortable before continuing.

His hands traveled to your neck and gently caressed your collarbone. He removed his lips from yours and presses them against your open neck. You moaned so softly, having your mouth now absent of his touch. Obi Wan sprinkled kisses all over your chest above the line of your dress. It took so little from Obi Wan’s physical affection for you to become incredibly aroused. A warmth formed between your legs you were familiar with, although it was never acted upon. Your fingers fiddled with the clasps on your dress before he noticed your attempts.

“Let me, Y/N” He whispered into your ear and continued what your trembling fingers began. He first pulled your cardigan off slowly and worked on pulling your dress off your shoulder. You lifted your body and helped him slide it to your feet, leaving your body more exposed than you’d ever been in front of a man before. Your gown left no room for a bra, so with the absence of your gown, so was the exposure of your breasts. You felt so self conscious but you couldn’t let that ruin the moment. He removed his robes and under shirt before you were given a chance to assist and left his broad, hair speckled chest open to you. You traced your fingers on his chest and admired his masculine shape.

Through a few more kisses, and traveling curious hands, Obi Wan reached the hem of your panties and he flashed you a look that requested consent. You nodded in acceptance to have your body completely given to him in its most bare form. Chills shot down your body as he slowly removed them from your curves.

You were absolutely nude now and you looked away from him shyly. Obi Wan did not take notice of this and moved himself back to get a thorough look at your body. He released a low, melodic growl from his throat in appreciation for your figure. You felt another chill cascade over the surface of your skin.

“Stars, y/n, you are perfect” He praised you. You chuckle quietly and bite your lip. After his long look of appreciation, he lowers himself to lay next you, planting several more kisses on your lips. His wandering hand that wasn’t placed behind your head traveled to your thighs. He traced your folds with his middle finger and felt how achingly wet and ready you were for him.

“Oh y/n, did I do this to you?” He whispered seductively into your ear. You nodded, unable to create words. His fingers rubbed your clit delicately, finding the perfect rhythm to get you going. You began to squirm lightly under his touch and produced innocent whimpers into his ear. Obi Wan took his time with every move he made, making sure to put your pleasure first. He then slid his middle finger inside of you slowly. You gasped and it was immediately followed by a whimper. He pumped his finger in and out of you, careful to only use one to begin with. His thumb remained at your clit, still rubbing at the same pace as the thrusts of his finger.

“Yeah, that’s it. You’re doing so good sweetheart” He praised you again so tenderly, encouraging your sweet sounds of pleasure.

You moved your lips to intertwine with his while his skillful fingers do wonders to you. You make no effort to cease your moans into his mouth, it seemed to turn him on every time you did. His mouth then diverted its attention to your breasts, sucking tenderly at your nipples.

“Obi Wan” You called to him through your moans.

“What is it, darling?”

“I want to make you feel good” You pleaded.

“I have to take care of you first” He insisted. His fingers increased their pace only slightly and you begin to feel your stomach tighten gradually. Each motion of his hand felt better than the last. A sensation you had felt only in your own times of private intimacy with yourself began to grow inside of you, stronger than what you’d experienced before.

“Oh my god” You moaned deeply as a wash of ecstasy floods your body beginning at your clit and radiating throughout every inch of you. Your back arched and he placed his unoccupied hand under your arch suddenly to keep you on your high.

“Mmm, that's it, love” He moaned. Your intense whimpers faded slowly and your limbs trembled slightly.

Obi Wan then removed his fingers from your pussy slowly. He pulled his trousers off of his body for you as you floated off your high. His cock sprang free from the tight grip that once restricted it. You were in amazement at his size and couldn’t help that your jaw literally dropped. He nervously laughed at your reaction to him. You were hesitant, afraid that you weren’t sure how to handle or pleasure him the same way he was pleasuring you. You sat on your knees while Obi Wan laid flat on his back. He looked at you as if to wonder what your next move was.

You gripped your hand gently around his pulsing cock that was desperate for your attention. You parted your eager lips and moved your face toward what you held in your hand. Your lips made contact with his tip and he breathed in briefly and sharply. You lowered your mouth onto him until his dick is met with the back of your throat. Steadily, you picked up the pace and bobbed your head up and down onto his length. Obi Wan’s moans were soft and innocent to begin, but they were growing louder and more intense with your increased pace.

His fingers found their way to the back of your head and intertwine themselves in your hair. He guided your head as you move.

“Fuck” he mumbled in the most sexy way, causing you to internally melt. He doesn’t allow you to spend as much time on him as he did for you. He gently lifted you from his cock and pulled you up to his face, passionately kissing you. You instinctively placed one leg on each side of Obi Wan’s hips. You intended to lower yourself on him but he stops you suddenly by wrapping his arm tightly around you and switching places with you. It was clear that he was more focused on making this pleasurable and easy for you during your first time.

“Are you nervous?” He whispered intimately, hovering over you. His eyes were dimly illuminated by the candles filling the room, revealing only a hint of the bright blue that you knew was there. Your fingers traced his shoulder delicately, down to his arms, to his hand placed next to your head. You get so lost in his eyes, you momentarily forget he even asked you a question.

“No” you answered confidently, “I trust you”.

Obi Wan smiled at you and then diverted his attention south. He grabbed his member and lined it up carefully at your soaking wet entrance. With tremendous caution and patience for you, Obi Wan pushed his hips into you. There was a sharp discomfort inside you and you winced, noticeable to Obi Wan.

“I’ll go as slow as you need me to” he assured you, “I don’t want to hurt you”. He finally buried himself completely inside of you. You were so tight wrapped around him that he almost lost it immediately. It was such a wonderful new feeling to experience being this close to Obi Wan. Your body adjusted itself quicker than you anticipated to his size. He began to thrust slowly, still giving you time to adjust to him. A soft whimper escaped your lips, notifying Obi Wan that you were experiencing pleasure rather than pain now. Once his thrusts find perfect and steady rhythm inside you, he began to groan softly with you.

Your eyes met and locked on each other while he continued to curl his hips passionately into yours.

“Does that feel good, Y/n?” He moaned and kissed your neck gently.

“Yes, Obi Wan” You managed to mumble through your new feeling of pleasure.

Obi Wan becomes louder, his moans sounding so sweet to you. He couldn’t hide his pleasure on his face, and neither could you.

He swiftly moved your leg around him, placing his body behind yours, still deep inside you. You were both laying on your sides. He wrapped his arm around your waist in front of him to gather better leverage on fucking you deeply. There was something about this position that hit new sweet spots inside of you. You couldn’t help but let profanities fly from your mouth.

“Oh fuck, Obi Wan, yes” You breathlessly moaned. His hand moved from your waist to gently rubbing your still very sensitive clit. You twitched at this contact but he still lightly rubbed you, intensifying your pleasurable experience.

“Oh god, I’m gonna c-” you cried, unable to form the full sentence. That same euphoric feeling overcomes you again as Obi Wan continues to pound into you steadily. This time your orgasm was stronger, and you attempted to cover your mouth to muffle your sounds before Obi Wan protested.

“No, darling, I want to hear you” he purrs. You released what you tried to suppress into the air. You come down slowly from your high. He released his fingers from your clit and thrusted a little harder now.

His groans and whines were getting a little more choppy, indicating he must be close. He buried his face into your shoulder to muffle his sounds. His body tensed and he roughly gripped your hip as he reached his high.

“Y/n” He mumbled your name and growled while he released himself in your pussy, filling you.

He took a moment to recover before removing his dick from inside you. He laid flat, you do as well and move to lie against his chest. Neither of you speak for a while, and rather enjoyed the silence of being in each other’s presence. He kissed your forehead before breaking the silence.

“I love you, Y/n.” He stated suddenly. You smiled ear to ear, unable to hide how over-joyous you were to hear that. You’d heard it before, but it just felt different this time.

“I love you too, Obi Wan”

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batjokezlovineverything · 3 years

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The One That Got Away (Sonny Carisi x Daughter!Reader) Part 1/2

anonymous inquired:

Hii do you fanfics, imagines for SVU? If so can you do a Sonny x reader where you are his daughter and you try to kill yourself after being raped. The team finds out and hunts the rapist down. If you could make it middle length maybe? It’s ok if you can’t. If you can thank youuu

Trigger Warning(s): mentions of rape, description of rape, suicide attempt, self-harm, language, etc..

Reminder: Spoilers from recent episodes of SVU - so Carisi is ADA now. If you don't like spoilers, please watch/start on Season 22 beforehand. Thank you.

You could still feel the touch of him. How he threw you around like garbage. When you look down at your legs, you see reminders of him. That night was horrifying for you. However, you weren't surprised that you were targeted since you're the daughter of ADA Carisi.

Y/N Carisi - you were born on M/D/Y - having e/c eyes and h/c hair. Despite all that, you grew up near the SVU, so you knew the signs but you felt like you were stupid and deserved this. Like it was meant to happen. You haven't told anyone because you felt ashamed. You know (for a fact) that your dad will literally kill the guy - but you don't want him to risk his job for you.

(POV CHANGE - I/IM/ME/FIRST PERSON)

I came home from school and immediately went to my bedroom. My dad wasn't home yet so I just lay in my bed - and do what I've been doing. I just look at the wall and think. I think about the things I've done, the things I've wanted to do, the things I want to do, and the things that I wanted to do but was too scared to do so.

It's hard being an ADA's daughter because I've seen the threats he's gotten. People have cyberbullied me a lot, which isn't a surprise, but it's still not pleasant. Through my dad, I've felt unsafe because of threats I received - and some of the things that have been done to me.

A few weeks ago, I was raped after my dad won a case. The convicted man's family, who is apart of a mafia, seemed to convey hatred against him. I'm not sure if it's one of them that raped me but I just want to block it out. I want to forget it ever happened but it's not that easy. The past few days have been even harder because the thoughts have gotten worse. My dad knows I struggle with my mental health, in general, but he doesn't know why it's worsened lately. He doesn't know that I've started self-harming again.

It's hard to be alone with all these thoughts - because it's getting harder. I look at the belt nearby and place my hand against the leather. I just want this pain to be gone.

(HOURS LATER; 3RD PERSON POV)

Sonny finally arrived home. He had been trying to get a hold of Y/N but he had no luck. He opened the front door to a silent apartment. He was used to the silence but he felt a different feeling - like something was - like a gut instinct. He knew something was up.

He began to call Y/N's name, "Y/N! Are you home?" Silence. Just pure silence. He looked around the apartment and noticed her backpack on the kitchen counter - so she was home.

He went down the hallway and saw her bedroom door barely shut. He opened the door and he felt his stomach turn. Y/N was hanging from a belt. He rushed to her and unbuckled the belt carefully, so she would fall down, but he grabbed her in time. She placed her on the floor and felt for a pulse. It was weak but she had a pulse.

He took his phone out and dialed 911, before putting the speakerphone on and placing it on the ground. He immediately began chest compressions.

"911, what is your emergency?"

"This is ADA Sonny Carisi of Manhattan. I just came home to my daughter who attempted suicide. Please, send some paramedics and SVU here."

He continued the CPR, "Are there signs of sexual abuse?"

"I don't know but something isn't right. I'm doing CPR right now. Her pulse is weak. Please, hurry."

"Yes sir, just keep doing what you're doing. They're on their way."

Sonny continued to do the compressions, hoping she'd wake up, but she was still unconscious.

"Come on, baby..." He mumbled under his breath, as he continued the compressions.

Minutes went by and the paramedics arrived, along with SVU. They rushed into the house and Sonny stood by, as they began to take her vitals and placed her on a stretcher. Sonny felt like his whole world was turning upside down.

Olivia rushed in there, along with Amanda. "Sonny, what happened?"

"I came home to check on her because she wasn't answering her phone, so when I got here - something felt off and went to her room and found her like this..." He explained, trying to contain his emotions.

"Do you think she was raped?" Amanda questioned, causing Sonny to look down to the ground.

"I don't know but she hasn't been suicidal... I've been with her and something isn't right about this."

Olivia watched them take her out on the stretcher, noticing scratches on her arms, before sighing. Sonny was right. Something was wrong.

Hours had passed and Y/N awoke in a hospital bed, looking around to see her dad and some of his friends. "Dad?"

Sonny immediately rushed to his daughter's side and gave a kiss on her forehead. "How are you, sweetheart?"

She remembered what she did and regret filled her eyes. She placed her palms over her eyes and shook her head. "I'm so sorry, dad..."

"You have nothing to be sorry about, Y/N." Sonny assurred but she shook her head, throwing her hands down on the bed.

"I do, I really do, Dad." Y/N sobbed out, tears beginning to flow down her cheeks. Sonny looked at her and grabbed her hand, rubbing the back of her hand gently.

"Honey, why are you sorry?" She began to tug at the IV, trying to take it out. Machines began to beep uncontrollably, "You're safe, Y/N!"

"Dad, you're gonna kill me..." She yelled out in hysterics, nurses beginning to barge in.

"Sedate her!" One of the nurses shouted. Sonny was forced to get out of the room as he watched her fight off nurses.

"What happened to my babygirl?"

"Sonny..." Olivia began as she placed a hand on his back. "I think she's been raped or assaulted."

Sonny felt himself becoming numb and in shock. Olivia had it wrong, or did she? It would make a lot of sense, though. The huge question was why? Why would someone hurt his babygirl? That question ran through his mind.

Hours passed by and Sonny anxiously paced the halls of the hospital. Olivia had gone in there to talk with Y/N. Sonny knew he couldn't do it and just knew that she wouldn't talk to him about it. Not yet, at least.

"It's going to be okay, Carisi..." Amanda reassured, standing up after sitting in the chair for some time. "We will figure this all out but you need to sit down, you'll make yourself sick."

"I already feel sick and disgusted. I should've known something was off. I should've taken off work when her behavior started changing but I thought it was just teenage things. We've all gone through it..."

Amanda tightened her lips, biting the inside of her cheek. It was really unfortunate. The creak from the hospital room's door interrupted the two. Olivia came out with a clipboard, approaching Sonny at once. "I need you to sit down, Sonny..."

Sonny knew exactly what Olivia was going to say. Either way, nothing would stop the anger evolving inside of him. He didn't protect his daughter like he was always promised. He was already blaming himself.

"She was raped about a week ago. His identity is unknown but she said he had green eyes, black hair, pale skin, and dressed very neatly - but she mentioned that he said it was a warning for you..."

Sonny curled his eyebrows together, bringing eye contact with Olivia. He began to shook his head, grabbing the sides of his face, burying his face into his lap. "No..."

"She said he supposedly was a relative of a case you beat recently."

Carisi pounded his fist into his legs, screaming out, "Damn it!"

He jumped to his feet immediately, rushing toward the exit of the building, anger overcoming him.

"Sonny, you can't pursue this case!" Olivia yelled through the distance. "I have the authority to arrest you and I don't want to do that..."

He stopped in his tracks, turning to her. "You won't let me pursue this but you pursued your buddy Stabler's wife's case..."

"Excuse me?"

"If you can help your old partner out, then you can have my back on this... Either way, I have a feeling on who this is, and no one's stopping me - not even you."

With that, Carisi rushed out of the hospital building, leaving Olivia speechless. She looked at Amanda and audibly sighed.

Carisi got home and skimmed through each case file thoroughly, especially recent cases.

Brown v. Powell

New York State v. Senator Graham

Little v. Brewster

Jackson v. Gallagher

As he went past the Jackson v. Gallagher file, he pulled up the list of relatives for the Gallagher case (the opposing side). He saw Michael Gallagher. He was 35 and had all the features his daughter reportedly claimed. He clenched his hands into fists for a moment before hearing the doorbell ring. He snapped out of it and went to open the door.

In the pouring rain, Olivia stood there. Carisi found himself surprised but grateful.

"I'm sorry..." She gently apologized as she dug her hands into the pockets of her trenchcoat.

"We don't have time for that. I think I found a suspect..."

Olivia widened her eyes a bit as he led her to his office. He began to explain the case to her, which was complicated but expressed how one of the relatives had been sending threats since the trial completed. In which, we have Michael Gallagher.

"This is good... He looks just like the guy she described. This is a good sign, Sonny." Olivia admitted as she pulled out her phone. "I'm going to have them test Y/Ns DNA samples and possibly other DNA matches as soon as they can."

"Thank you, Liv."

She flashed a sly smile at him before she headed out. However, Sonny wouldn't be sleeping anytime soon, so the night would be interesting.

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sincerelyyourmother · 3 years

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Hello Mother,

Would you craft us some smut about these hunks? Change around any details you need and let your muse wander 💚❇️

💚 Jean first time cherry popping his girl. He's a little unsure, but so ready to go 🧸🔊🛁

💚 Miche restraining ⛓️ his cute girl gf that's tiny, fiery, and determined to show she can handle that fat stick in any hole he wants to conquer 🍑🏳️

💚 Kenny receiving a lapdance from his babygirl until he loses his fucking mind and explodes 🪑🌋🧸

💜 KB

Boy oh boy are we in for a treat~ I choose door number two!! Big boy Dom!Miche x Sub!Fem Reader at it again 🥵 Here you go my lovely❤

MDNI 18+ SMUT

Tag color code🔽

Pink- Darker smut

Green- Normal smut

Word Count- 1k+

Warnings! Dom&Sub, Anal, Bondage, Spanking, Dirty talk, Anal creampie, Fingering, Bratty sub, Doggy style, Filth

Miche | :Angel

“You really know how to run your mouth huh, angel?”

Miche leaves a stinging slap on the plump of your ass cheek, darkening the already red handprints that painted your peach so prettily.

That little whimper you let out almost every time un-admittedly turned him on so bad it hurt, the throb in his cock pulsating with rage for your wet wonderland-but you, oh you…

You’ve been so naughty lately you didn’t deserve his cock where you really wanted it. And to be honest, the thrill of being a bad girl, testing his patience every day was such an adrenaline rush that went straight to your heated core.

You tug at the restraints that bound tightly around your dainty wrists behind your back, Miche had your face planted into the soft sheets beneath you, ass up for his enjoyment.

“Only for you babe.” Shimmying your ass in the air to tease him once more like you have been this past week, you just couldn’t stop it could you? What fun would that be?

Another loud slap echoed across the walls of your bedroom. Your ass cheeks dark Crimson now.

“Address me properly, pretty girl. You’ve been getting on my nerves lately, I think I ought to teach you a real lesson this time.”

Another small whimper emitted from your lips, along with the drip of your cunt seeping between your plush thighs.

“Yes sir.” You decide to be a bit more obedient this time, enjoying the route this punishment was going, finally, maybe he’ll stop playing with your as-

Your thoughts come to an abrupt halt once you feel a lubed finger prodding at your back hole, sinking slowly into your tight ass, almost sucking his thick digit up.

Miche feels your tension as soon as his finger dips in. “Relax baby girl, Daddy’s gonna take good care of his baby, don’t you worry your pretty little head.” His gentle coos of reassurance settle your nerves but at the same time you didn’t want him to think you were nervous at all, you could take him, just like all those other times.

Miche took notice of your prominent stubbornness like he always did. “Ah, I see what it is.” He thrust his finger deeper inside you.

“You’re so stubborn baby, you never learn your lesson do you? Always gotta act so brave. Are you brave, Angel?” Miche hums his teasing words, a second finger making its way inside along with the first.

You twitch at the way his thick digits spread you open so painfully good. Trying to think of a smart response to him was becoming increasingly more difficult the deeper he goes, god he’s not even half that thickness, can I really take him..?

Wiggling your ass once more to prove to him and yourself you were his brave girl as you mumble another “Yes sir.”

He works in a third finger, taking a little longer to slip inside from the tightness. The feeling left your core burning in desire. A filthy blazing fire only Miche could smother.

Miche could tell you wanted it bad but wasn’t sure if he wanted to just give it to you so easily. “I don't think you’re gonna be able to take it all at this rate.”

An instant whine erupts from your throat. “No please, I’ll be a good girl I promise. I can take it, I can, please. Give it to me.” Your consistent begging falls on deaf ears this time. Miche usually gives into those cute begs but not this time. You really did it now huh?

Yet another loud smack across your numb ass cheeks rhythmed aloud, leaving your legs in a trembling mess. “Don’t talk back to me, I’ll do as I damn please. You just sit there and take it, you hear me?”

Miche yanked on the restraints that clung to your bruising delicate skin, making your head fly back in order to not snap your own back in half. A yelp in bewilderment escaped your lips without a single thought to your pretty little dumb brain.

Oh and you knew it now, you knew just how pent up he’s been lately, letting you walk all over him. Letting your sly comments of debate go over un-argued, your reckless habit of never dressing properly around the house while doing your chores, innocently denying the idea of purposely forgetting to wear panties to dinner with friends when Miche brought it up on the car ride home. He’s never been so angry and hard at the same time before, all because of little ol’ you.

“Shall we get to the point then? You seem to be so sure you’re ready right, Angel? Let’s prove you wrong. I wanna see that smug look on your face melt right off once I shove this cock into your ass.” Your body shivers in anticipation and fear all at the same time, trying to mentally prepare yourself for the stretch of a lifetime, but Miche wouldn’t let you have that luxury. Not tonight.

Quickly lathering a generous amount of lube along his shaft with a few pumps before aligning his tip with your wet irritated hole. You could barely take in a deep breath before he was already shoving his way into you.

The burning painful stretch never felt so good, you were so full, he was pushing so deep, deeper than you ever imagined you could feel him. Legs trembling, your hips squirming around to feel some type of friction. You couldn’t help the hot tears spilling from your eyes down your cheeks, the mix of pleasure and pain never felt better.

Pumping you fuller and fuller with every rough snap of his hips, driving you insanely dick-drunk for him. His fat cock taking all of the thoughts from your head, replacing it with him and only him. His grunts and stuttered moans shooting an electric pulse right into your weeping sloppy wet center.

“F-Fuck baby you squeeze me so good. Such a bad girl, you gonna behave for me now, Angel?”

Your broken cries of pleasure and pain are like music to his ears as he pumps your ass full with his hot milk, filling you to the brim, again and again, and again...

Will definitely be writing those other two options for sure 👀

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