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It's You. You're My Kink.
Recipient: @kokorokai as part of the ‘My Ikémen Valentine' Gift Exchange hosted by @ikemenlibrary
Characters: (Ikemen Prince) Clavis Lelouch and MC/Emma. Established relationship
Recipient’s Request: 🌶 NSFW content with a dominant Clavis
Premise: He knows she knows his weakness is alcohol and his fetish is her thighs. But he doesn't know her weaknesses, fetishes, kinks, or fantasies. It's time to force some sexy secrets out of his lovely lover. Written from Clavis’s PoV.
Content Tags: consensual, soft dom, cunnilingus, sensory play, blindfold, light bondage/restraints, ropes, temperature play, spanking/impact play, anal toys, dildo, vibrators, ball gag, orgasm control, edging, begging, praise.
Word count: 7,500
Author's Notes are at the end of the story.
TITLE: It's You. You're My Kink.
Emma unwrapped the gift box and took out a skein of lavender shibari rope and leather wrist restraints. There was a pause as she held them in her hands before giving me a dubious glance.
Oh? Already wary, are we? Heh, heh.
“I’d make a guess that you are inviting me to be your ‘lovely accomplice’ in setting up traps, but … Clavis, this … is not your usual rope for traps. And this.” She dangled the cuff from her fingers, “isn’t usually part of your traps, either. I’d hope, anyway?!?” A strained giggle, paired with her eyebrows pulled up together in confusion made an exquisite reaction.
Ah, well, let me spell it out so she’s not taken unawares when the fun begins tomorrow.
“What’s that? You say you would love to enjoy some alone time with your handsome prince? And you give your consent for some kinky fun? Oh, Emma, I’m so happy you decided to accept my invitation!”
I noticed her eyes widened at the mention of ‘kinky’. Oh ho.
My meaningful gaze bore down on her and I gave her my most wicked smirk.
“Oh! Oh, that’s what this is about? Clavis, your ruses and … gifts always make me second-guess myself. At first I thought it had to do with something sexy, but that’s not usually your style to be so obvious, so I was stumped.” This time, Emma’s giggle was adorably genuine.
The smirk still firmly in place, I waited a moment for her to continue. For her to give the answer I was certain of. For her to say ‘yes’.
But she only just looked at me, mild amusement on her face and nothing else coming out of her pretty mouth.
Well.
I cleared my throat, “Aaaaand, my lovely lover? What is your answer? Do you give me your consent to try all manner of delicious deviant deeds this weekend?”
At this, her perfect cheeks turned a ripe shade of strawberry pink.
Hm, yes that’s more like it.
She asked, “...all manner? Like what?”
Just as I was about to open my mouth and give her a most ambiguous answer, she hurriedly spoke again.
“Nevermind! I don’t think I want to know ahead of time. I trust you. Yes, darling, you have my consent for … kinky things.” Her hesitation towards the end came with downcast eyes and even redder cheeks.
Excellent, excellent.
I clapped my hands once in triumph, crowing, “Wonderful! You can leave all the travel preparations to me. All you need to do is pack your own bag.”
I leaned forward so my face filled her view, and pitched my voice lower and with seriousness, without a trace of my usual flamboyance, “Listen closely.”
She stiffened at this unfamiliar tone, curious eyes never once leaving mine.
“This is what you will pack: 4 pairs of panties and bras, your most comfortable robe, and the new corset you will find in your bottom dresser drawer. That is all. You don’t need anything else to wear on this trip. Nod if you understand.”
Emma hesitated, looking as if she had a question to ask, but then nodded. A timid smile was creeping across her lips.
I wanted very much to kiss it off her face, and then keep kissing her until we were both breathless.
Instead, I kept my composure and merely said, “Good girl. Be ready to go in the morning. Good night, and sweet dreams. I love you.”
After a kiss to her forehead – mm-hmm, her hair smelled heavenly – I stood up to leave.
“Uh- um, good night, darling. I love you, too.”
I closed the door and inhaled deeply. Why did no one warn me that practicing dominance meant that you also were to be exercising extreme self-control on yourself?? Augh!
I had seen a heated glimmer in her eyes, something I’m sure was not there before I gave her her packing orders.
Good. Good.
The experiment was off to a smashing start. I had intended to begin the kink level low, even before we reached my manor. This first part was intended to dictate her actions. By commanding what she must pack, my words and presence would continue to be with her as she is packing. She’ll be thinking about me all night and morning, long before she even sees me in the carriage. Every time she looks at her suitcase, she’ll be reminded of my strong tone of voice.
I wonder if she liked that experience tonight?
Emma liked it. Liked it very, very much. She sat on the sofa for a good long while, savoring the intimidating and arousing aura that Clavis had directed at her. It was so new!
When she finally pulled out the corset he had mentioned, she swallowed hard. This wasn’t a pretty lace and satin thing of lingerie. It was leather, well-stitched and expertly made for durability and comfort. It was an elegant shade of lilac, with an almost pearlescent sheen. Beautiful, actually. There were buckles and straps, metal eyelets and rings attached at various places that had nothing to do with the closures.
Now that she looked at it with a critical eye, the row of three black and gold straps across the front mimicked Clavis’s short uniform coat. She bit back a chuckle at her fiance's audacity before setting to work with packing only the essentials he had mentioned, all the while her imagination filled with images of him.
“Stand here. Don’t move from this spot.”
We had reached my manor without incident, and I immediately went to work on my experiment to discover Emma’s hidden kinks. I removed my white overcoat, boots, and scabbard, placing them on the bench by the bedroom door. Watching her as I loosened the buttons of my lilac jacket and returned in a slow stroll, I noticed she was clutching nervously at her skirt. But she never took a step.
“Should I take off my clothes, too?” Her question was touched with anxiety.
“No,” I cooed, “You only need to do what I tell you to. For right now, place your feet a little further apart so you have better balance. Yes, like that. Well done.”
I delivered my praise with a light caress to her temple. I was pleased to see the glow of warmth was back in her exquisite eyes. My bunny must be liking this already. I wonder what is going on inside that brilliant mind of hers right now?
I slid the dark violet cravat off my collar and stepped around behind her. Silently, I tied it around her head as a blindfold. Only when I was certain it was secure and she couldn’t see, did I lean in close to her ear to whisper huskily, “First: a little sensory deprivation to heighten your other senses.”
She flinched at my nearness, but relaxed soon enough. Next it was time for the wrist cuffs. These were a thing of beauty, crafted by the same skilled leather worker who built Emma’s custom corset. They were made of white leather with padding on the inside and edges, adjustable buckle, and reinforced D-rings. Expertly designed to my specifications.
I gracefully slid my palm down from her shoulder to her wrist, stopping there to encircle her delicate wrist within my thumb and forefinger. Just a moment, just long enough to give her a hint of what was coming. I put one cuff on that wrist, tightening the strap until it was almost flush to her skin. “Tell me: Is that too tight?”
She shook her head. I saw it, but this wouldn’t do. Had she forgotten already?
I tapped her lips with my gloved finger. “Use your words, darling. You must answer out loud when I ask you a question. Now try again: Is this too tight?”
“No. …sir.” The second word was added with apprehension, as if she wasn’t sure she should use the term or not.
Sir?
Hm. I certainly didn’t order her to call me that. Had she read such things in her romance novels? I didn’t want her thinking of those fictional men when I’m right here. Hm. Hmmmm. No. No, I didn’t like it. She needed to call me by my name, dammit.
I held her chin with my thumb to get her attention. “Listen closely: You are to call me Clavis. Not ‘sir’, not ‘master’, not anything else. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Clavis,” her answer was confident now.
Good. Very good.
I let go of her chin and put on the other wrist cuff, then snapped the rings of both cuffs together so her hands were bound in the front. She still would have the use of her hands. The object of the cuffs was to give her a small taste of being restrained while I tease the rest of her body.
The next thing was a ball gag. I had made sure to choose the most breathable, most comfortable one intended for beginners. Despite those precautions, I was still worried she might find this item repulsive. Positioning it in front of her mouth, but still an inch away, I warned her, “I have something to put in your mouth. It’s meant to stay there and keep you from talking. If you don’t like how it feels, use the non-verbal sign on tapping me twice to remove it. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Clavis.” My lovely fiance opened her mouth obediently.
Such a glorious sight. I wanted to fall to my knees and weep with joy.
But no. No. I must continue to be the one in control.
The Dom.
Right. Back to work.
I set the ball inside her mouth, ordering her to bite down slightly to hold it while I fastened the strap on the side of her head. I waited a moment while watching her face for any signs of discomfort or revulsion. There came none. Just placid trust and patience.
Oh, my sweet, sweet Emma. Well done. Very good. You're being so good for me.
This deserved a reward … which just happened to also be a test. I stepped close to her side, my chest touching her shoulder. My arms encircled her waist to hold her upright as my mouth came a hair-breadth away from her ear. I sighed softly, letting the warm air waft before I assaulted the shell of the ear with kisses, toothy nibbles, and noisy sucking. I didn’t let up until she was fully squirming and seemed unsteady on her feet. But not once did she safe-tap me to stop.
“Ah, your ear is so sensitive now, hm?” I whispered before flicking my tongue out to tickle her ear lobe.
She jerked her head away in surprise, but my arms kept her balanced. I chuckled breathily as her face relaxed and leaned towards me once again. I kissed her cheek, down her jaw, and the side of her neck.
Emma’s muted breathing grew heavier the lower my lips went. Where her blouse collar began I sucked and nipped to leave a splendid mark. I admired it a moment before moving my hands; one to grip the hair at the base of her neck, the other to slowly snake across her stomach and down, traveling over the waistband of her skirt.
I could feel her quiver under my touch, but still she stayed in place. Oh, I’m so proud of you, my sweetest. My hand fisted in her luscious tresses and pulled gently back and to the side so as to expose more of her pure neck to me. I gave a quick peck to the shell of her ear before trailing kisses down her neck again, this time focusing on the erogenous zone where the neck meets the shoulder.
Meanwhile, my other hand continued its journey downward over the beautiful swell of her abdomen, palming her pelvic mound. I pushed the tips of my fingers into the crevice at the apex of her thighs. This earned a shudder from her and a gasp muffled by the ball gag.
So delightful. So trusting. So mine. I love her more than words can say.
I glided my hand upwards to her bound wrists, holding them. My other hand had let go of her hair to settle at the small of her back.
Humming my approval, I pressed a little kiss to her cheek, “You did so well, darling. Such a good girl for me. Now, let’s make you more comfortable, hm?”
After removing the gag, cuffs, and blindfold, I led her to sit on the edge of the bed. She was flushed, but her eyes were bright with delight and curiosity as I knelt in front of her. My hands rubbed back and forth across the tops of her thighs, ruching up the fabric of her skirt.
“Tell me: How did you like the blindfold? The gag? The wrist cuffs?”
Each question was delivered with as calm a voice as I could muster, even though I was bursting at the seams with excitement to know if anything had her galloping with arousal.
She paused before answering, as if she wasn’t expecting to be reviewed on her experience. I smiled and narrowed my eyes.
“Come, come. I’m not looking for an in-depth analysis. Just let me know if any one thing in particular stood out as a favorite.”
Recognition lit her face, as if she had just come up with an answer. As she took a breath to reply, I began unbuttoning her blouse. This action stopped her before any words came out.
Heh, heh. I LOVE to keep her on her toes!
“Don’t mind me, darling. Simply multi-tasking while you talk. Go ahead, now. You were about to say the part you liked the best?” I flashed her an innocent smile, and began to kiss the notch of her throat, eager to keep kissing the skin I exposed while I continued unbuttoning.
She raised an eyebrow in skepticism, but spoke anyway, “I liked it when you gave me orders.”
I was in the process of leaning in to kiss the swell of her breast when this admission caught me by surprise.
Ah!
Darling… ah, my lovely lover. Now it is YOU who have shocked me. Of all the kinky equipment, it was the commands that turned you on the most?
I smiled into her skin as I sucked her nipple into my mouth, earning a responsive jolt and gasp from her. Oh, does she even know how much that answer pleases me?
I pulled away and nodded as sedately as I could, trying not to show how much her reply affected me. “Hm, I see. Thank you for the feedback, dearest. Now, let us continue the experiment, shall we?”
She quirked her eyebrow once more, but I offered no explanation as I finished undressing her and ordered her to lie face-down on the bed. I ran a knuckle lightly over her shoulder blades, murmuring “good girl” as she got comfortable.
The second set of implements were intended to expose her to various temperatures and sensations. I was most interested in the last part of this section: impact play. Would my bunny enjoy being spanked, I wonder?
Over the next few minutes, I subjected her unblemished skin to an ice cube melting over the curve of her buttocks, melted wax dripped down her spine, feathers tickling her rib cage, softest cashmere rubbing up the backs of her creamy thighs, and rubberized mitts dagging over her hips. All the while, I gave her orders to either be silent, or be vocal. To either keep still or to wriggle and writhe.
During the use of the equipment, one of the commands I gave her was to “respond as honestly as you can, however you wish.”
And what was her adorable answer? “No, please, Clavis. Tell me what to do, what to say. Please?”
I couldn’t help but grin broadly at that, glad she could not see how thrilled I was at her plea. Of course I never let her know my joy. Instead, I bent down so my lips were next to her ear, and she twitched from hearing my threatening tone so close to her, “What’s this? Disobedience? Are you telling me what to do?”
She was quick to shake her head, uttering “Nuh-uh. No. I just … I, um… Sorry? I’ll do my best.”
I straightened up and patted her head proudly. “That’s a good girl.”
It was so cute seeing this new side of her! It seemed as if she was truly enjoying herself in this role.
We continued, eventually getting to the impact play portion. I propped her hips up on several pillows so her gorgeous ass was raised high, perfectly poised for my hand.
I noticed a slight glistening of liquid at the lips between her legs.
Hm. Nice. I hadn’t even touched her there yet.
I hadn’t warned her what was coming next. As I was rummaging through my case for the leather paddle, she ventured a timid question, “Clavis? Are you going to fuck me now? Is that why you stacked all these pillows under me?”
“So soon? Oh, no. Not yet, my lovely. Before we can get to that, we have so many more experiments to try.” I saturated my voice with wicked pleasure.
Her head dropped to the mattress, letting out a groan of immense disappointment.
I chuckled, “Oh, don’t sound so discouraged. I thought you were having fun. But …” I paused, inflecting my next words with dramatic self-pity, “... if you’re getting annoyed with me and wish to stop and go back to your books, I’ll understand.”
Emma snorted with amusement. I could sense the frustrated eye-roll she was giving me. “No. ….Ugh, no. Don’t – “ she huffed, pausing a second as if she needed to recollect her submissive act. “PLEASE don’t stop, Clavis. Please?”
I was more than happy to oblige her eager entreaty. She was scrumptious when she acted like this: wanton for me to fill her, but pliant enough to go along with my schemes. I was rock-hard already, my already tight white pants made all the tighter.
“Mm-hm, you asked so nicely. I suppose I could continue.” I rested my gloved hand on her soft bottom, to hint at what was coming. “This next part may be a little intense, darling. So please remember to use the safe-word if you need me to stop. Okay?”
She meekly answered, “Yes, Clavis, I understand.”
“That’s my girl.” I began slowly tapping her butt cheeks lightly, alternating randomly between sides. Then increased the tempo. Then the force, just a bit.
Her ass was slightly pink. Like a peach. Mmmm… so juicy, I could take a bite of that velvety flesh. Fuuuuuck, I want her now.
No.
Not yet.
I removed my gloves and ran my hands soothingly over the skin, reveling in the warmth and softness, trying to rein myself in.
She hadn’t made a sound until my bare palm met her skin – that’s when Emma gave a happy fluttering sigh, like the releasing of doves.
Oh, my sparkling jewel. My beautiful bride-to-be. My everything. How can one exhale from you do such things to my soul?
I took a deep breath and pulled my hand back, aiming for the next series of spankings. Each got progressively harder and closer to her center, near her lips. Droplets of clear nectar dotted the pillows beneath her. It coated my hand more and more as I slapped her pussy. But still she only moaned. She gave no signs of pain or reaching her limit. Marvelous.
I stopped to wipe my sticky hand on a towel, rewarding her with a low-pitched “You’re such a good girl for me. Now, I’ll need you to count each spank, okay? Can you do that for me?”
There was an immediate nod and “Yes, Clavis!”
Again, my domineering posing was protected by her not seeing the big smile I wore. Honestly, I don’t think she had ever been this complaint before. And she seemed so happy to be in this role!
I decided to leave that pondering for a later time, as there was a perky red ass waiting to be slapped right now. I picked up the paddle, and slowly sounded out several hits to the globe of her cheeks, sweeping upwards to channel the force away. She counted as each one turned her skin darker, making it glow with heat.
I stopped my motions, using the cashmere to soothe her inflamed ass and offer a change in sensation.
“Very, very good, dearest.” I picked up an ice cube as I asked, “Now, time for more feedback. Which of these experiences did you like best?”
As if to remind her of where we started, I slid the ice over her buttocks to cool them down. She gasped and shrieked almost in the same breath, jerking her hips at the cold sensation. I kept the ice moving quickly, so as to disperse as much healing coolness as possible. It melted within seconds.
God, her cheeks were red and taut like a ripe plum. She looked good enough to eat.
Ah … That was an excellent idea.
It might be slightly ahead of schedule, but I needed to do SOMETHING to clean up that rivulet running down her inner thigh before it completely drenched the pillows.
She hadn’t answered my question yet.
Hm.
I knelt on the bed behind her and between her legs, gently spreading her thighs with my hands, getting ready to tease her entrance with my tongue as soon as she started speaking.
“Tsk, tsk, I asked a question. You need to answer. Now.”
Emma began, “Well, I re–EEEE! Ah, mmmm!”
I had lapped ravenously at her juices, rejoicing at the lewd sounds it made. And at her own vocal additions, too, of course. I loved her squeals, her moans, her gasps, her groans.
I pulled away just long enough to give her a warning, the hungry growl in my voice not intentional, “Answer, Emma,” before diving back in to finish cleaning her up.
I could get drunk on how she tasted, how she smelled. The musky fragrance filled my lungs. How much longer could I hold out before needing to have her?
She managed to eek out a few words, no semblance of formal sentence structure to be found. Something along the lines of, “Commands. You, your touch. With orderssss. ….f-force me. Love spanking. Pleeeeease, please…. More, more control.”
Those were the words I was able to make out between the whines.
Hm.
She wants to be controlled more? That fit well into my next set of plans.
I petted her hair fondly as I gave her time to come down from the stimulation. “Very well, my lovely fiance. You’ve done so well for me. I think you’re liking this, aren’t you?”
She turned her head my way and dared a glance up. I knelt next to the bed so she wouldn’t have to strain her neck to see me. Her face was beet-red, eyes moist and dreamy, a sleepy smile on her lips. She had caught her breath by now.
“I am. Oh, I am, Clavis. But …” She bit her lip, eyes sliding away from mine.
I knew that look. I LOVED that look. She wanted something, but was feeling foolish for asking. I wanted to pull the truth out of her. Tease it gently, unravel it thread by thread until her innermost wishes were laid bare, safe and vulnerable in my hands.
I began to stroke her hair again, and her eyelids immediately fell shut in contentment. Soft as a summer breeze, I asked “But what, my love? You must tell me, or I’ll never know.”
Her relaxed features twisted suddenly in annoyance, eyes no longer moony but now flashing with sparks. I stopped petting her, doing my best to keep a look of total innocence on my face.
Of course I knew what she wanted.
I wanted it, too.
But not yet.
…Not. Yet.
“Clavis. I want you to make love to me. You already know; I said it before. Please? Don’t … don’t make me ask for it again.”
“Ohhhh, that. Hm,” my tone was non-committal, teasing. I leaned in to kiss her temple, smiling where she couldn’t see me. “Don't worry, I will satisfy you completely. In due time, in due time. But before that can happen, there are just a few more experiences I need you to have, and then review.”
I was being an absolute villain. I was pushing the bounds of her patience.
Would she angrily stomp out of here, cursing my name?
Or would she remain, but grow sullen and cold to my touches?
A plaintive whine left her throat, surprising me. Emma's gaze smoldered, the fiery frustration giving way to a simmering desire. And there was something else in her face … was it uncertainty? She reached out to grip my wrist, a silent request.
What was this about? Was she unwell after all? For a moment, my mask slipped. Concern pinched my brows. My voice was naked, forgetting to dress up in neither dominance nor feigned innocence, “Emma? Are you really okay with continuing?”
She must have sensed my seriousness, because she squeezed my wrist in reassurance before letting go as she nodded. “Yes, truly. I’m sorry if I made you worry. I only whined because … because I am so SO ready for you, and I don’t want to wait any longer. But most of all, I don’t want to beg. And it … it feels like you are pushing me to the brink in hopes of making me beg, like I’m some dog,” her pretty mouth turned down in disgust, “Is that what you are doing? Please, be honest, just this once, no tricks. What is your aim in all these sexy experiments?”
Ah.
So this is something new I have learned about her. Fascinating.
“Sweetest. Darling. I admit I am trying to find out your limits for certain things, but not the boundary you’d cross for begging. My aim, hm? I promise I’ll tell you when all the tests are done. So you keep your pleas unspoken, I do not want you to beg. I only want your honest reactions. I won’t leave you unfulfilled.”
“Promise? I feel like you’re teasing me much more than usual.” A pout began to form on her luscious lips.
“I promise.” I brushed a damp strand of hair behind her ear and pressed another kiss to her temple before standing up. “Now, let’s have you sit up so I can put one little thing on you before you lie on your back.”
My goodness, what a glorious sight.
Was there any man on this earth as lucky as me, to be blessed with seeing his lovely lover trussed up, spread out, and waiting in complete trust? I stood back to take in the full view, and swallowed hard.
I had taken great delight in lacing her up in the custom-made corset, seeing the leather pulling taut against her breasts. Her wrists were back in the cuffs, attached to the headboard. One leg was bent at the knee, pulled back as far to her torso as was comfortable, and then bound in that position with the lavender rope. Her other leg was restrained at a similar angle in a white leather straps to match her cuffs (a gentleman makes sure his lady’s accessories always match), clipped to the rings in the side of her corset.
It was an uncoordinated sort of look, more slap-dash than I had originally planned. Also, I was irked at not getting to try out the nipple clamps, but they wouldn’t work at the same time as having her wear the corset.
Was I rushing the schedule?
Perhaps.
Was I loading up all the implements and toys in one go, instead of one at a time like I had originally planned?
Maybe.
Was it because I was hanging on to my self-control by a thread?
Yes.
Yes, absolutely.
I had been straining at the front of my trousers so tightly that I decided to remove them and everything else I was wearing.
“Comfortable, darling?” I asked as I walked around to the head of the bed once more. Emma eyed my erection greedily, licking her lips.
But she only said, “Yes, Clavis.”
Her voice was sweetly obedient. The sound of it made me proud enough to crow from the rooftops.
“Then let’s begin our last set of experiences. You asked for me to be even more controlling, so that’s exactly what I’ll be doing. Don’t forget to use the safe-word if you need to. Do keep in mind that I will be asking for feedback. So try to keep track of how everything I do makes you feel.”
I kissed her full on the mouth quickly – too quickly so she wouldn’t have time to reciprocate – then gave her a cheeky wink before strolling to the foot of the bed, where I had a tray waiting with lube and various toys, plugs, dildos, and vibrators.
Choices, choices.
Where to start?
I looked adoringly at the two holes presented to me: one inviting and glistening, the other shy and puckered closed. Hidden at the top of this sight was the precious little rosebud that led to the high-pitched squeals I loved so much.
Deciding to start out slow with minimal invasion, I lubed up the tiny anal probe vibrator and smeared a dollop at the entrance of her ass. I felt her shiver at the touch, yet I pushed in slowly, slowly with the tip of my finger until it was finally granted at admittance. Emma gasped. I slid the probe in next to my finger until it was all the way in where it needed to be. Then I moved my finger in and out slowly a few times to help that area relax, to get her familiar with the sensation.
When I pulled my finger out, I pressed a lubed-up anal plug to the entrance until it sunk in. There came a tiny groan from my lady love. The facets of the princess-cut amethyst at the end of the plug caught the light and twinkled at me. I couldn’t help but smile with satisfaction at the view. I decided right at that moment to buy her matching amethyst earrings made with the same exact cut. It would be our own little private joke when she wears them in public.
“Turning it on, my dove,” I crooned a warning before toggling the switch on the probe.
“Huh? Turning wha–aaAHH!” Her hips jolted off the bed as soon as the vibrator went to work in her pert little asshole.
Miniscule moans were uttered from the head of the bed as I began to prepare the next toy: a dildo with a harness that connected to her corset rings to keep in place, so it wouldn’t get pushed out in her exertion. It was needed since my hands would be busy elsewhere. No lube was needed for this one; she was already wet enough to have a pool gathering on the purple towel underneath her. I rubbed the head and shaft along her folds, coating it in her essence.
This earned an audible inhale from her; does she know how her sounds drive me mad with lust?
I pushed it in slowly, letting her adjust to the size. It was another custom-designed item, made especially for tonight. She hadn’t seen this dildo before, but if she had there would have been recognition in the length and girth, even the slight angle. Of course it was a product of my ego. But if she was going to have anything inside her besides me, then I wanted to be like me in every way possible.
Once it was in all the way up to the hilt, I pulled it out at a lazy drag asking, “Still feeling fine, sweetest?”
“Uh-huh,” she confirmed while wiggling her hips to bring back some friction. The restraints of leather and rope made this futile effort extremely entertaining. I gave her what she wanted: I thrust the toy in and out repeatedly at her favorite pace. The languid moans rose in frequency and pitch.
God, she was magnificent.
I. Needed. Her. Now.
I held onto my sanity long enough to thrust it in one last time before attaching it to the harness. A questioning whine came from her throat as she saw me move to the side of the bed with the tray. From her vantage point, she wouldn’t be able to see the vibrators I was going to use.
Okay, time to get into the role, Clavis.
You can do this.
This is the last big hurrah. Time to finish things up exactly how she’d like. With complete control.
I wonder: when she asked me to take more control, did she have any premonition that I’d be ending the experiment with edging and orgasm control?
I began to tease her clit with the lowest setting on the most gentle toy. Switched over to a powerful wand for an intense but short time. Then switched to an intermediate one, moving all the way through the speeds, gauging her reactions. I was careful to keep an ear to her breathing while watching the telltale signs of her hips.
All the while I was changing the toys to keep her on her toes, I was issuing commands. Things like: countdown from 5, stay silent, moan loudly, scream my name (that one was fun), keep still, don’t you dare cum yet, etc.
Each time she obeyed, I rewarded her with a “good girl” and a deep kiss. Sometimes I just kissed her through the exquisite trials of a particular vibrator. Other times I slowly massaged her sensitive bundle of nerves with my thumb, sometimes my tongue. I lavished attention on that treasure until her chest was heaving with exertion and the breathing was ragged.
I had lost count of the times I brought her almost up the edge and then brought her back down.
I moved all the vibrators aside and sat on the edge of the bed so she could see my face.
This goddess, this angel, was mine. Completely mine.
Sweat-soaked face, eyes glazed over with lust, lips dry from panting, hair a total mess.
She had never been lovelier.
And never once did she beg. No plea of “Just let me cum!” There had been plenty of cursing and saying my name as if it was a curse itself. Lots of delicious moaning, gasping, squealing, and sighing. But no begging.
Amazing. My Emma was simply amazing.
I let her catch her breath before I reached out to cup her cheek and ask, “Now, if you please, I would like some feed-”
…”CLAVIS.” Her hoarse voice was serious. As were her eyes.
I stopped talking immediately, my attention entirely on what she thought was important enough to interrupt our review. My elegant eyebrows lifted in silent inquiry.
“No feedback,” was all she said.
I echoed her, asking “No feedback?”
“No feedback,” she repeated.
“Care to elaborate, dearest?” I cooed while stroking the side of her face with my thumb.
“No.”
I started to panic a little. She hadn’t used the safe-word, so I had thought she was enjoying being endlessly edged to hell and back. Had I been wrong? Had I missed a cue? Did I hurt her, and she was just being brave? Was she angry with me?
Something resembling concern must have made it through my mask of dominance, for she sighed and added, “I’m not injured or sore. Maybe a little overstimulated. But I’m fine. I would have used the safeword if I had been unsure about continuing. So don’t look so worried, Clavis.”
Ah.
…okay.
I was flummoxed as to what made her so taciturn all of a sudden.
“You want your feedback, don’t you? Then you’ll get it. But only after you satisfy me.” That severe expression held no room for compromise.
I loved seeing her so serious. She was breathtaking. How I loved her!
As my lips began to curl into a pleased smile, she cut in with a demand of her own: “Fuck me, Clavis. Now.”
My smile froze.
Great heavens, she was irresistible like this.
I felt compelled to obey, even though I had been the one issuing commands all day. I attempted to remain smooth and masterful as I lowered my face within inches of hers.
Feigning nonchalance, I said, “I suppose I could make a compromise, since my lovely fiance is so desperate for me.”
She rolled her eyes, quirking her mouth into a wry expression. “Well, get on with it. I’m … I am – ugh, Clavis, don’t you … ?“
I forstalled her fumbling words by pressing a kiss to those pouting lips, giving her time to gather her words. Would she beg, I wonder?
At last she mumbled, “I need you. Don’t you … need me, too? Or is this teasing torture all you want?” Those tender eyes slid away from mine, downcast.
Arrows. To the heart. A barrage of steel-tipped bolts lodged in my chest, stealing my breath.
Oh, my precious. Had I made you doubt my desire for you?
She hadn’t begged or bargained after all. She hadn’t needed to. Not that I ever wanted her to. That hadn’t been my goal.
My goal.
Oh.
In the delicious taunting and torment, I had almost lost sight of why I started all this.
I wanted to find out her secret kinks, her guilty pleasures.
Sighing an apology, I hurriedly kissed her lips. “No, no, my sweetheart, my dove, my everything. Of course I need you. I’m sorry. The –”
–” then why –” she began.
I immediately rushed in with the explanation she deserved, – “because I wanted to discover what set you aflame. You already know I’m crazy about your thighs. And well, everything about you, truly. And you know all my weaknesses. You know how to drive me wild. I feel at your mercy every time we are in bed. I … I simply had to find at least one of your fetishes, a kink, a secret touch or toy that made you lose yourself to me the way I feel helpless around you.”
There.
I had come clean.
I feared she would laugh, even though I knew my darling would never ridicule me when I was laid vulnerable to her like this.
And yet.
I was scared anyway.
I felt more naked than I actually was. Like my chest was open, heart exposed.
“Ohhhh. Clavis.” Her sympathetic sigh was balm to my nerves. My name on her lips was full of love and acceptance. Not a scrap of judgment or mocking was present.
She began to reach her hands to me, forgetful of their bondage. The clanking metal of the cuffs’ links jangled me out of my self-pity, reminding me to school my features into something less pathetic.
“Let’s get you out of these, hm? I think the sexy experiment is over. It yielded no results.” I attempted to sound like my usual self as I unclasped the leather restraints from the headboard.
“You’re wrong, honey. I thoroughly enjoyed myself.” The sultry smile on her face grew.
I simply blinked at her while I undid the buckles to free her wrists.
Emma continued, “Perhaps the feedback wasn’t what you expected. But I could have told you what you wanted to know without going to all the trouble.”
Hmmm?? What was this?
She bit her lip slyly before adding, “Not that I didn’t like the, um, experiments. It was a fun and new experience with you.”
I kept silent, but nodded to encourage her to continue. What was she going to divulge?
I moved to the foot of the bed to undo the ropes on one leg and the leather straps on the other as she spoke.
“None of those toys or equipment were something that unlocked a new deviant side of myself. There was no one particular place you touched or action you did that wasn’t more special or spicy than the others. But there was one constant throughout the entire adventure that kept me aroused more than anything else.”
After I tossed the rope and restraints to the floor, I noticed the imprints left behind. Little lines indented her supple skin. My fingers traced them gently, lovingly. Her thighs were like a canvas for the rope patterns. I was relieved to see there were no angry red marks. I kissed the trail of criss-crossing marks, reveling in the softness of her glorious legs.
She paused, as if waiting for me to give her my full attention. I rose from my worship of the world’s most perfect thighs and asked, “Oh? You’re giving me feedback after all? Lucky me. Do go on,” I purred as my palms glided from her hips to her knees.
“It was how you acted. You were still Clavis. The Clavis I love. But you were also … more. Different. It was the domineering act you put on. The way you commanded me to do or not do something. I loved submitting to your orders. I … I enjoyed putting myself completely in your control. Because I trust you. And because it felt exhilarating to be at the whims of a man who usually is out of control.”
She giggled, giving me a knowing look. It was the truth. I didn’t interrupt her to say she was wrong.
Emma went on, “You are chaos incarnate, sweetie. Your political plans are masterful, but your outward attitude is so flippant, so unpredictable, that nobody realizes how dastardly clever you truly are. But today you behaved differently. You were so sure of yourself. Sure of what reactions you wanted to pull out of me. And that was what put me into a frenzy more than anything. It was seeing you execute whatever plan you had in mind, and entrusting myself to your care. Because I love you and I know you would never hurt me.”
My mouth had gone dry and I realized at some point my hands had stopped their trek across her sumptuous legs.
The full impact of what she said was still hitting me: None of the bondage gear or implements or sensation tricks I used were effective at uncovering a new kink.
It had been me! And her! It had been the Dom/sub roleplay that had been at the heart of her arousal this whole time.
I almost laughed out of sheer exhaustion at realizing that we hadn’t needed any of the periphery, not a single whip or blindfold or toy.
All we needed was the two of us.
“It’s you. You’re my kink.” Her sheepish words echoed my thoughts. “There’s your feedback. Now. Ahem. Clavis, I believe you were FINALLY about to fuck me, right?”
“One hundred percent correct, my lovely lover. But first let’s get this off you. I don’t want anything between us.” I made fast work of the buckles on the front of her corset.
Taking into account how tired and sensitive she was from all my previous ministrations that day, I didn’t over-exert our love-making. That first time, at least. The rest of the weekend was full of intense, laborious exercise in bed. I gave in to every one of her whims and requests.
On our final afternoon in the manor, Emma slid off of me, panting, before she caught her breath enough to speak her mind. It somehow flowed from the conversation we had had on that very first day of the experiment.
“No one gives you enough credit for all the effort and intellect. You keep your brainpower too well hidden, and it frustrates me that people don’t appreciate how smart and resourceful you are. Do you know how it feels to have everyone think I love a fool? How it feels to have everyone look at my husband-to-be like he’s just some weird idiot, instead of the intelligent and caring and amazing man he is inside? Do you? I don’t think you do, sweetie. It’s infuriating. And you never correct them!”
“Heh. And neither will you. Ever. I prefer it that way. And you know why.”
She did. And it set my heart aflame to know that she understood my wiles and reasons, yet still got angry on my behalf.
Oh, darling. I don’t deserve you.
Knowing that she adored my hard work and brains was enough to spark a dozen new ideas for the next time we had a weekend away.
She loved my cunning. And my cunnilingus. I would put both to work next time, along with that domineering side that drove her wild.
I grinned wickedly.
She saw it, and responded with a wicked smile of her own. “Uh-oh, what does THAT look mean? You look positively villainous… I love it.”
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AUTHOR’S NOTES:
😏 I’m curious to see what the readers think their safe-word is? Comment or reblog with your idea! I can’t wait to see what you guess! Hee hee!!! 😘
I don't usually write in first-person PoV. But for some reason when I started this, Clavis INSISTED he be the one to speak. The words must come from his mouth and not from a disinterested observer. Pfft. Okay, pal. Man, he can be pushy. And he's SO GOOD at getting his way!!
Kokoro! Bryn had mentioned you said “It’s Valentine’s Day, I want them to fuck!” 😏🤣 LOLOLOL And here I realized by the time the D/s scenario had wrapped up, Clavis still hadn’t DONE THE DEED. 😳🥹 Ack! I’m sorry! 🙈🙃😅 It was implied that they did, indeed, fuck several times during their weekend away. But I didn’t have time to write it all out. I’m sure the scenes would be far more delicious and steamy in your imagination than I could put them into words. So please visualize to your heart’s content! 😈😉
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And looking at her now,
He wonders,
Is that why they all like her?
For her smile,
For her eyes
For her lovely sight?
Or for the intellect that makes her shine.
Or the humor that is solely divine?
And looking at her now
He wonders,
Why did I leave her side?
Why did I let her go?
When she was the only flower in the snow?
And looking at her now
He wonders,
What would have been,
If her hand had still stayed in his.
-Kadambari
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Soliloquy
Simon "Ghost" Riley/Reader
Dedicated to @yeyinde and @moondirti for their incredible writings! Seriously I haven't written this often in years so...let's go! Song this was inspired by ⬇️
Simon was alone.
Alone on the roof, mask off and a cigarette in-between his lips and a beer bottle hanging precariously from his fingers. He had nothing but the multitudes of thoughts doing sprints in his brain, a rare chance when he wasn't aware of his surroundings and he could just...be.
He'd been on this mission all of two weeks when he got a call from you, going straight to Price to make sure you wouldn't be delayed. At first he thought the worst, someone had broken in, someone had targeted you, an enemy from his past had showed up and had you hostage and this was the last time he would hear from you.
He wasn't sure what to expect, but it wasn't two words he'd never thought he'd hear.
Simon took a long drag of his smoke, focusing in the cherry red end go brighter before dulling, the soothing feeling of smoke entering his lungs and tobacco on his tongue easing his mind somewhat. He had no idea what to say, hardly said anything to you before he had to hang up and go over the plan with the team before they were dismissed for the evening. Simon should call you back, but still he had no idea what to say.
"You alright Lt.?" Soap's familiar comforting accent cut through the otherwise quiet night.
"Johnny. Thought you'd be at the bonfire."
"I was, then I noticed a certain Ghost wasn't haunting the area." Soap grunted as he sat beside him, passing him another beer before cracking open his own. "Saw you take that call, was it your hen?"
Soap was the only one other than Price who had known about you, and had been at the elopement ceremony simply because you two needed a witness and he was right there. He was about to go on a deployment for months with no guarantee he would come back, and Simon wanted to make sure you would get his pension if the worst did happen. So, a quick run to the dress shops and then to the courthouse and you were officially Mrs. Simon Riley. He'd gotten you a better ring when he did return, a rock as big as Soap's head and a house away from the city to make up for all the time he's away. That was a year and a half ago now, and he still liked calling you Mrs. Riley.
That wasn't the only reason to marry you, he should clarify, he did want to spend the rest of his life with you, a sense of belonging when he came back home and a reason to stay alive. He supposes he has another reason to come home now though.
"Yeah," he knocked off the ash and took a swig.
"Yeah? Everything alright?" He took one look at the far away look in his eyes and felt his heart break for the man. "Dont tell me it was a Dear John call."
"No, no, she wouldn't-" Simon hoped you wouldn't, "it's not that. She's pregnant."
Why did that leave his lips so easily? He could barely wrap his mind around the idea of you with a lad inside your belly and it being half of him and half of you and-
"Fuckin' hell she's pregnant." He said it again, snubbing out his cancer stick and standing with his hands on his hips.
"Steamin Jesus." Soap breathed out behind him. "That just hit ya?"
"Shut the fuck up Johnny." There was no real venom in it, too focused on the more important revelation at hand. What would he think of him? The lad could call him the old man or some variation, toddling on his little legs to him with his arms out stretched for his dad to pick him up. What could he teach him? Sure, he could teach him to fight or to swim but that was it. He had no life skills, no domestic traits that he could pass on to a son.
"Fuck am I going to do? The hell am I going to do for Jack?" He muttered, pacing a few times before sitting back down next to Johnny.
"Well, you're gonnae do ok if you've already got a name picked out." Soap leaned back on his hands and nudged him with his boot. "What do you think he'll look like?"
"Probably be as big as me. Tall and as a tough as a bloody tree. Can't imagine having to squeeze out this head through you." He knocked on his head.
Soap had never seen him like this. He was...hopeful, dare he say it. Ghost had probably never thought about something like this, never had the opportunity to think this far in his life before. God knows Soap was the most confused he's ever been when Ghost told him to put on a tie and get to the courthouse and lo and behold he had a sweet lil Bonnie lass he was marrying that day. Now, hes got a bairn on the way?
"I think you're forgetting a very important part of the pie, Simon."
He turned to him with a fire in his eyes, arms crossed over his chest and venom in his voice. "What?"
"Jack could be Jackie."
His eyes went wide in a rare display of emotion. "What the fuck am I going to do with her? I can barely handle the woman I'm married to how the fuck am I gonna handle a daughter? Fucking Christ, I can just imagine her...if she looks anything like her mother I'm fucked. Might as well get a bloody shotgun to hang on top of the fireplace..." Simon ran his hands down his face, doing just that and imagining a little girl attached at her mother's hip. She'd be sweet and loving, like peaches and cream from the shop his own mother would take him when his father hadn't drank their money away.
Or perhaps it could be two? One of each or two daughters or two sons and they'd be the apple of his eye. His heart began to pound, imaging the life his children, God his, yours, a family. An honest to God family and he didn't want to miss a moment of it.
"I need to talk to Price." Simon tossed his cigarette over the roof and dumped the rest of his beer out.
"What for?"
"To go home!"
Soap watched him leave with a laugh, cheering to him behind his back. "Good luck, brother."
Price managed to get him home in another two weeks after he worked his ass off to finish the mission. He hardly had time to wipe his ass he was so focused on getting home to you. He hadn't even called you which was a massive fuckin mistake on his part, yes he knew, but he hoped the bouquet of flowers and tiny beanie he had bought on a whim would make it up to you along with a promise that he wasn't going anywhere for a very long time.
Price got another call about nine months later, inviting the team to meet his wife and daughter. June was her name, and he had been right. She was the spitting image of her mother.
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His POV
"It's frustrating how long it takes you to build up all these good things about you, only to be reduced by one single flaw someone saw in you."
She looked down on her hands and started fidgeting with her fingers. The sad look on her face made me want to start a war. I pushed the silly thought at the back of my head. I'm no hero so I settled for comforting her with my words, and meant everything I said.
"Each person sees and looks at us differently." I started. "We have different versions of ourselves in all the people we meet. What matters is what version you are to the people important to you."
She looked at me incredulously and asked, "And what version do you have of me in your odd but beautiful mind?"
"It's not just a version, it's a fact." I said. "And not anyone's version can change what I think of you." She leaned closer to me, all curious and pretty.
"To me you're plenty talented and smart, I could talk just about anything with you. You think and care too deeply, that's why you're such a worrier and hurt easily. But that's what I love about you, your depth. You're the most considerate person I know. I guess it's because a lot of the people around you never took the time to consider you, and so you make it your life's mission never to let anyone feel that way. It's my favorite thing about you. Though I wish you'd treat yourself the way you treat others."
I nudged her shoulder with mine and smiled at her. She gaped, looking at me anew. I could kiss her silly, but I don't, instead I chuckle and my mouth itches just thinking about it.
"I just think you're a beautiful person. Inside and out. And no one can convince me otherwise."
I wish I could tell her more, that I love her. It's not the platonic kind of love. But I don't tell her, instead I stare at her when I think she's not looking. I daydream of her on days when she's not with me. I collect the butterflies I get in my stomach from our occasional skin contact. And I crave the highs I get from her smiles alone and just her being near me.
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I stole this meme format from tiktok 🤪
#personal#12th doctor#someone needs to put me down#peter capaldi#uhhh#yea#saw the image and went crazy#memes#his pov#my pov#one for the money two for the show#or whatever
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Sasuke and Y/n training but you only see Sasuke side of the story
Sasuke: I don't like soda
Sasuke: Y/n I find it extremely tough to believe that all my problems would be fixed if I drank a bottle of sugar
Sasuke: Y/N HOW IS THIS POSSIBLY GOING TO HELP THE SEAL
Sasuke: WHAT DO YOU MEAN LOW BLOOD SUGAR?!
Sasuke: WHY IS THIS WORKING??!?!?
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┌───･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───┐
ALONE ─ original
warning: original. original characters. his pov. black!fem!. sexual theme. short smut. getting the cookie eaten. late night intimate setting. fluff smut?
a/n 💌💞: this is my first time writing smut, pls be patient with me as I keep writing and going through the motions of learning. word play might not exactly be good for now, but you gotta start somewhere lol
summary: after two years of having to be a long-distance relationship ─ due to unfortunate circumstances, the couple had finally reunited under better conditions. after a long night of wine and dining and trying not to make it obvious of how touch starved they were. they didn't waste any time getting comfortable with each other at his apartment, on his couch, equally conversating about some things pertaining to their future. the half empty bottle was discarded the moment they began speaking over their future. nonetheless, listening to his feelings and such made her attention attract elsewhere. the longer she stared at his lips and listened to his deep voice speak, the longer it made it all the more harder for her not to kiss him. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you─" His words were sucked away when their lips unexpectedly collided, his eyes were wide for a moment seeing how close their faces were to each other. he snapped himself to reality, reaching for her to straddle his lap and hike the thin dress she wore up around her hips from restriction. Her hands cupped his face as they made out, feeling his tongue slither between her mouth and hands roam freely around her body and send her to moan in his. She could then feel his calloused hands place themselves at her thighs, stroking upwards beneath the material of her dress to feel a thin strap hug around her waist. he frowns, "you're needy, huh?" His jaw clenched, feeling at her hips as she grinded against him, clearly not wanting to hide what she's been feeling for some time now. "I'm sorry," she whimpered, "I just can't help myself anymore," and he smirked. it was clear both of them wanted each other, and how they were handling it right now, also showed that boundaries didn't need to be laid, which only led things to go further.
I needed her just as much as she needed me. All those years of facetiming paid off what was happening right now.
To touch, to hold, to kiss, to taste 一 to allow myself to love her, and vice versa was all we needed. To allow time to grow slow, eliminate any distractions, and let the mood simmer 一 made our world become secluded from the rest.
Through the silence, I studied every part of her. Familiarizing myself again every detail I missed for the past two years, from the way her beautiful face contoured with pleasure, braids cascaded to her plum ass, around the bust of her breast, the curve of her waist, to the stretch marks along the pudge of her stomach decored over her hips and thick thighs that I found myself groping for dear life.
The smooth texture of her chocolate skin was soft amongst the palm of my hands, my nose─ tickling down the navel of her body as I plant kisses, could smell the scent of mocha drown my senses. Like always 一 she kept herself well maintained, didn't have much hair on her body, and looked as gorgeous as the morning sunrise. My hands slowly traveled up the curve of her body, hearing her gently and yet so effortlessly whine a glorious melody in my ear.
She begins to squirm beneath my hold.
Looking up, I couldn't help but to chuckle at the little pout along her plump lips, slightly getting irritated and nearly whining for me to stop with the foreplay and endless teasing I've been doing for the past few minutes. However, in my defense, I was just loving on her, admiring what I missed due to us being long-distance for quite some time now. Telling her, "I'm sorry, baby." I placed myself right where she wanted me.
She had moved to lean back on her elbows and let her legs move onto my shoulders. Bambi eyes watched while I examine the way her soaked cunt yearn for my touch. After rubbing in circular motion, my thumbs had pulled her pussy lips apart, leaning forward to flatly lap my tongue against her center. Repeating this action few more times, I groan, "Fuck," at the taste of her.
Sweet, just like how imagined.
I could hear her breathing alter, gasping at the warmth between her legs, instantly spreading for more access and starting to emit hesitant moans.
It had been awhile since I've seen her grow comfortable beneath me and to watch her arch out of bliss, mouth hung low, unable to find her voice as she melted at the way my slicky tongue maneuver its way around her flower, made me feel a sense of pride from within.
Although she couldn't see but could hear the squelching sound of her arousal, and the constant feeling of my finger pumping deep inside of her, automatically sends a wave of moans past her swollen, bitten lips "Oh, baby," she praises, head going back and fluttering her eyes closed, still leaning on her elbows.
Rather than gripping the crinkled satin sheets below us, her fingers found themselves at my head. Midnight blue nails combing through the roots of my hair to smoothly twist and tug at the eminent sensation she was recieving from along her clit.
The sound of slurping, licking, and the repetitive flicking of my tongue against her clit was a feature to her loud moaning and whimpering that had turned into a beautiful song. Eventually boomed against the four white walls of my thousand dollar apartment.
Out of intense satification, from my view, her face was drowned in rapture. Brows knitted together, and nose crinkled with her mouth gaped open. She shamelessly emits ranuchy sounds as her head pins back against the pillow.
I could feel her hands pushing at my head, "baby, baby, baby," from the way she cried out to me, legs becoming tense, and hips buckling and swievling against my face. I grip them firmly in place, obviously noticing she was closer than I had anticipated. Her moans were getting higher and higher, chopped, and screwed into an uncontrollable whine that might seem annoying to most.
However, I didn't mind it. I could care less if people heard.
All it did was let me know how good I was making her feel and with that being said ─ I worked myself tirelessly till she came, screaming my name as loud and clear as an opera singer could as she let herself go.
She heaved, her body relaxing from the immense pressure within her stomach while I cleaned up the mess she had made and licking what remained. Her breathing had slowed down, escaping out of the adrenaline rush to a much calmer state.
Silence.
To think she had fallen asleep on me was to expected, considering she had been still for a good minute. Yet, she noticed my face was placed between the crock of her neck, her cheeks lifting as I began to kiss below the line of her jaw and neck.
Her arms wrapped around my shoulders as she smiles, caressing her hand along my cheek to let our eyes gaze over one another, mumbling shared, "I love you's," and our lips to repetitively and lovingly collide.
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hello can you make an imagination about yandere klaus mikaelson where a random girl has a crush on him but she knows about klaus obsession with y/n so she starts dressing and acting like her to get attention from klaus, but the girl starts to make y/n uncomfortable? then klaus gets mad and takes it out on a random girl (you can write all this from klaus pov)
Thank you for the request! Sorry its so late 🙂
Relationship: Klaus Mikaelson x Female reader
Fandom: The Originals, The Vampire Diaries
Warnings: YANDERE, obsession, slight gore, character death, anger, comfort, fluff
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No One Like You
His body shivered as he watched you struggle to keep your composure. He could feel what you were feeling by his side. The way your hands tightened on his arm, body slightly shaking in either disgust or discomfort. He couldn’t really tell since he was shaking in disgust.
Klaus Mikaelson could feel his teeth grit down in annoyance. The way the witch walked around, who looked almost just like you, made him writhe in anger. How could someone make themselves look like you in such a disgraceful way? If anything, it’s as if she was telling him how ugly you looked, which would never change his mind, of course. No matter what, he will always see the beauty in you, whether you were sick in bed or covered in mud. He wouldn’t give a damn.
It was the witch he had work for him a very long time ago. She somehow found him and wouldn’t let him go until she had him. He knows about her feelings toward him, and he made sure to tell her how uninterested he is. It didn’t seem to work.
His fists tightened in his pockets, trying to hold his composure. His anger didn’t only come from how the witch was disgracing your beauty. It came from how uncomfortable you felt from seeing someone copy your exact look just to get his attention. The same dress, shoes, jewelry, and hairstyle. The same colored hair, skin, and to what looks to be colored contacts on her eyes. It creeped you out, he could tell. In the midst of the formal party, however, your hold on him kept him from making any stupid decisions. Smart decisions, he thinks, but stupid in your eyes.
“Quite frankly, love, I don’t care where we are.” He grumbled, now looking into your eyes. He wanted to smooth out those unruly wrinkles that have formed around your eyes from the discomfort you were holding. He did just that. His free hand lifted up and gently rubbed soothing circles on your forehead and around your eyebrows. It seemed to help a bit as you calmed down.
“No, Klaus. Please. She isn’t really doing anything. Just ignore her.” You mumble quietly.
He smirks. “I should be saying that to you. You haven't been able to look away,” his hand cups your cheek lovingly, “and she’s doing more than nothing. It’s clear she has vial intentions behind her actions.”
You try to protest, but he cuts you off with a gentle kiss on your forehead. He made sure it lasted a lot longer then most forehead kisses, showing you just how much he adores you. “Stay here, love. I’ve got some business to take care of.”
He doesn’t give you time to hold him back, not that you really had the strength to, anyway. He made his way through the crowd. He spotted the small witch trying to grab his attention, making sure to put on a smile as he made eye contact with her. As much as he wanted to create a seen showing how much he loves you and only you, he decides to respect your wishes and take care of his business in a more quiet place. Once he knew she would follow him, he turned down an empty hallway and into a room.
The witch came in close behind, a wicked smile on her face as she saunters over to him. “I didn’t think it’d be this easy to get your attention.” She smiles, her hands finding their place on his chest.
He chuckles lightly, taking her wrists in a vice-like grip, his anger taking over a lot faster then he thought. “Is that so? Well, I must say…your attempt at getting my attention looking like my (Y/N) has been futile.” His eyebrows bend into a knot, clear anger showing in his features.
The witch tried to get out of his grip. “What?! But I got everything down….I did this for you! It was the only way to-”
Her words get chalked up when his hand rips through her chest, her heart in his hand. He smirks as she falls limp, slowly dying. “I’m sorry, darling,” he coos, “but there's no one in the world that can be anywhere close to her.” He lets her fall to the ground, wiping his bloodied hand on a nearby cloth. Once he straightened up, he walked out the door and closed it behind him. A wide smile graces his lips when he sees you once more, your eyes looking around the crowd for him as you wait patiently. Just as he said, there is no one who can replace you.
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Strange but never unpleasant.
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𝕯𝖆𝖉𝖉𝖞 𝖌𝖔𝖙 𝖒𝖊 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖘
#soft girl#babygirl#daddysgirl#grunge aesthetic#allblackoutfit#romance#black and white photography#old romance#roses#daddy’s little one#anything for daddy#anything for him#his pov#his girlfriend#his good girl#his kiss#his kitten#daddy’s angel#daddy’s babygirl#daddy’s good girl#couple aesthetic#cute couple#couple goals#vampire love#love is in the air#kisses#🖤#love 💘#💕#🥀
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this man knows how to curb and not get too excited at some specific situations like when he realized his feelings and some other moments i forgot sorry for my bad memory 😵💫
and i swear read his pov really interesting 🧡 ‘cause this man fallen so hard in love
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I've been lying awake on my bed for the last three hours. It seems that sleep decided to ignore me today. In fact, I haven't been able to sleep for quite a few days.
I slip into my jacket and sneak out of my hostel room. I jump over the wall and let my feet decide where to go. Tomorrow is Sunday. The college authorities would assume I had gone to see my parents. Or they wouldn't even notice I was gone. They would most probably think I was in my room, locked up as always.
I walk along the dark streets. After a while, I slow down. This path seems familiar. Then I spot the apartment and come to a complete halt. So this is where my feet led me. It's where she lives. A thousand memories flood in my mind. I realize I even have the spare key to her flat in this very jacket. I smile to myself. My subconscious knows me well.
I climb the staircase to the first floor and knock on her door. I wait a few seconds but there is no response. She must be sleeping. So I open the door with the spare key and step inside. I make my way to her bedroom. Somewhere a voice in my head is screaming that it is not proper to enter someone's bedroom without their permission but I quiet down the voice by justifying that neither is entering their house but I already did it. So I might as well do this, too.
As I expected, she's sleeping. I walk over to the bed opposite to hers and sit down. Then I look at her. Oh, her face looks so peaceful. Seeing her face now makes me realize how much pain and burden she's carrying. Bit right now, she looks like an innocent little girl. I have the sudden urge to kiss her. But I don't. I need to tell her about my feelings. Tell her that I love her. It took me so long to realize that fact. I put her through so much of pain I don't even know if she still loves me. I really hope she does.
Im still staring at her when I realize with a start that she's wearing nothing but a camisole and a pair of shorts. At the sight of her cleavage, I remember the time we spent up on my terrace. I feel myself harden at the memory. I have to restrain myself from pulling her into my arms. I quickly find a blanket and put it on her. If I was hoping that covering her body would stop my thoughts, I was wrong. Because I still want to invade her personal space. To run my hands all over her body. To press my lips to hers. To kiss-
I am pulled out of my reverie when I hear her make a pained sound. Suddenly, her face contorts. She looks like she's in agony. She having a nightmare. I quickly go into the kitchen to bring her a glass of water. By the time I come back to the bedroom, she is up. She has her head in her hands and her body is shaking. I go to her and gently rub her back. She startles and turns back. When she sees it's me, her body relaxes immediately. I smile.
"Hey. Bad dream?"
I pass her the glass of water and she takes it with a nod. She gulps and then asks,
"How come you're here in the middle of the night?"
Her voice has a tone I can't quite place. I say,
"Couldn't sleep."
She smiles but it looks sad and I don't know why. What if she doesn't want me here? I start feeling anxious but then she says,
"I'm glad you consider my place as somewhere you can go when you can't sleep."
Then she really smiles and just like that, my anxiety's gone.
"Let's watch a movie?" she asks.
I'm not interested but I find myself nodding anyways, "Sure."
She goes out of the room to fetch her laptop and when she returns, she's wearing a robe. I am disappointed.
She lays on her stomach, her hair tied up to make a messy bun and she scrolls through her laptop. She looks so goddamn sexy. I'm staring at her when she suddenly turns to me. I quickly look away and pretend to read the names of the movies on her laptop screen. She says,
"Well?"
"Well, what?"
"Shall we watch that movie?"
I realize that the cursor is pointed at a movie called 'A Wrinkle in Time' and she's asking if I'd like to watch that.
"Yeah. Yeah, sure." I quickly say.
Around halfway through the movie, I drift off.
By the time I wake up, faint light is coming through the windows, so I know it's early in the morning. I'm about to move but I realize with a start that what I assumed to be a pillow under my head is her lap. I have a blanket on me and her hand is resting on my back. I must've fallen asleep like this. What makes me happy is that she didn't move away. She let me sleep on her lap. I want to do a happy dance.
I notice that her eyes are closed and her breathing is even. She's asleep. I don't want to wake her up, so I stay there. I don't move an inch. I could stay there forever if she wanted me to. If she let me.
After an hour or two, she stirs. I close my eyes impulsively. She slowly moves away but takes a pillow and rests my head on it. The weight on the bed shifts, so I know she's climbed off it. I'm thinking she's going to go out of the room when she plants a gentle kiss on my cheek and whispers,
"Sweet dreams, darling."
I take a sharp breath. My heart is pounding. I'm scared that she noticed but a gentle click on the door tells me she's gone. I lay there, my eyes wide open, for what feels like an eternity. She stopped calling me darling since our situationship ended. Even during that, she only ever used it while we were chatting. She never said that to my face. I love it. But the question is, does this mean she still loves me? There's only one way to find out.
I find her sitting in the balcony with a cup of coffee. She looking at the view outside. She looks beautiful.
"Laya?"
She turns at the sound of my voice and smiles, "Slept well?"
"Yeah."
She smiles again. I don't return it. Her smile falls. She's looking at me like she's trying to read me. She knows something is up. She always knows. I take a deep breath.
"I love you, Laya."
I carefully watch her reaction. She looks bewildered and just shakes her head. She thinks I'm kidding.
"I'm serious, you know."
Her eyes fill with unshed tears. She tries to stop them from falling. And for a minute, she looks actually angry.
"Don't- don't say stuff you don't mean."
The words are just a whisper. Then it all makes sense to me. She's scared. She thinks it's some sort of cruel joke the universe is playing on her. She's scared that her heart will be broken again. She has to know that I'll never let that happen. Never.
I step closer to her and I say,
"Look at me. Do you think I'm lying?"
Then she looks me in the eye. And she breaks. She starts shaking. She sobs. I put my arms around her and hold her tightly. She clutches at my shirt. She's like a little kid right now.
"Don't cry, akachan. It's gonna be alright."
We stay like that for a long time. Then, she finally says,
"So, I'm your akachan again?"
I laugh, "Yeah, but you'll have to call me daddy, though."
She laughs. Her laugh holds lot of happiness and joy. But most importantly, it holds hope. But this time, I have hope in me, too.
"Kiss me, daddy," she says.
And I gladly do.
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i think of her (him) sm it drives me crazy😔😔😔 I JUUUUST DONT WANT HER (will) TO LEAVE.. MEEEEE.....
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His pov:
Ring ring ring.....ring ring ring 'please leave a message after the beep' beep
"Hey, I just wanted to ask how you've been it's been sometime and I miss you. I really do, you're not answering my messages and calls anymore im worried about you; I know you told me to give you space but its been 2 months and I don't want to rush you but I just need to know your okay, please call or text me back, Love you."
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"Dude its been like what 4 months now, I hate to be the bare of bad news but I think she ditched you man its time to get over her and find someone new" Dylan mentioned.
"DON'T.....don't say that please don’t say that” I whispered out loud while biting my bottom lip. “Sorry man I'm just worried shes not even posting on social media she could be dead right now and I don't even know it, I just miss her, and I can't let go, not right now I still believe she'll come back she has too" I insisted
"Honestly thats true dedication right there.” Me personally I wouldn't have been able to stay loyal after the first month I would've sold her clothes and used the money from it to go to a strip club, but that’s just me" Ares admitted with his hands up in surrender.
"Of course you would because you can't even keep the same girl for more than a week" Dylan countered.
"Not true my longest relationship lasted 8 days and last time I checked there are 7 days in a week" Ares argued.
"And that's supposed to be a flex" I said as I raised an eyebrow at him.
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Text messages:
Hey, it been 6 months just checking on you again I hate to say it but I don't think you're coming back.
But if you ever do read these I just want you to know that I still love you.
Even if you might've found someone else.
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Hey, again its been 8 months and you might not care considering you haven't said anything in the past 8 months.
But I found this girl we aren't together but she brings me the same joy you brought me maybe not as much but it could be due to the fact I just met her but say the word and I won't go any farther with her.
I'll wait for you.
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Hey. Its me again it now been 10 months and the girl shes amazing.
I feel like its wrong to document everything to you; even about me finding someone new
But I've now found someone but she's not you
I know she'll never be you but I'm trying to move on from you but you were just so perfect for me
Its going to be hard to find someone after you set the bar so high
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Regular talking:
"I see you moved on" Ares noticed.
"I won't say that yet, its like there's something in me that wants to wait for her but there's a much much bigger part of me saying to stop dwelling on the past when the girl in front of you is so amazing" I said
"I feel you man, just know whatever you choose ill support your decision" Dylan supported
"Well at least someone will if you don't choose the obvious decision I'll take your eyes because clearly you aren't using them" Ares said.
"Gee thanks for your support" I said as I rolled my eyes at what Ares said
"Anytime" they both replied
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Text messages:
Hey, its been a year now and its safe to say that I'm now moving on.
You've kept me in you're lover chockhold long enough, I started dating the girl I was telling you about shes great and I really like her.
I hope you find or maybe you've already found someone who treats you well.
I wish you nothing but the best and I want you to know that even if I'm no longer in love with you I still Love you, and from here on out, I'll leave you alone now.
Goodbye♡
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