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simping-acefully · 4 months

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Ep 3 got me acting really unwise

Nsfw headcanons for Laios under the cut (gn unspecified partner for Laios)

Warnings: NSFWish, probably ooc, reader insert implied?, probably not very sexy because I used this for character analysis.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Laios is very attentive, though he's also very insecure when it comes to engaging with others. So I imagine he'd be a little clumsy, though very eager to provide the best aftercare for his partner. He's also very cuddly.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

The favorite part of his own body are his hands. They are strong and calloused, and he's used them to protect others and to create new stuff! (Aka, cooking) the fact that those hands can also help him please a partner is a plus.

On a partner? Probably lips. I imagine Laios struggles to read people's facial expressions (the 'tism go brr) but seeing his partner's smile is reassuring. He also really likes running his thumb over them and maybe getting his fingers nibbled.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He cums a lot.He has tasted his own cum out of curiosity in the past, too. And if he had a partner that ejaculated or squirted he would be delighted to taste it all.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has probably jerked off to thoughts of his partner before they get together and it's eating him alive :(

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Zero experience, lots of book knowledge though! He's confused but he's got the spirit. Will need some leading at first, but he's a quick learner and is curious enough to experiment and try new things once he's gained confidence.

As an ace myself, I like to think that Laios is either ace too, or has a low drive and thus, sexual intimacy is a matter of doing something intimate and unique with a partner.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position that will allow him to see his partner's face for smooching! The emotional intimacy is the most important part for him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He tries to be serious to the point he's almost uptight. But his clumsy and eager nature ends up organically devolving into somewhat goofy intimacy.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

The carpet matches the drapes, but this man keeps it all natural because ?? Why would he waste time/energy on such things??? (Aka, he's not used to grooming the area, but he would do an effort if asked)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very!! The main driving force for the act. Laios is constantly kissing and checking with his partner. He loves them so much and this is a physical way to convey those feelings!

He holds hands with his partner, kisses their face and neck and tries to keep them as close as possible, the mental image of melting into a puddle together comes to mind.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn't do it often, but when he does it's more of a thing of connecting with his own body than getting rid of any urges. He won't be able to get off unless he's in a good mood.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Has a wee bit of a praise kink that he doesn't fully understand.

Shibari is one he wants to delve into, too. There's something to be said about the artistry of the knots, and the feeling of compression can be quite comforting.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Probably his partner's bed. He shares a room with Falin, so intimacy on his place is a no-no. He doesn't particularly enjoy motels or inns either because he feels kind of self conscious/pressured to perform within a time limit. He was to take things slow and he wants to cuddle to sleep afterwards, dammit!

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

I think his biggest driving force is an emotional connection. He craves to be understood and loved, so feeling that coming from his partner will make him want to show his appreciation in a physical way.

Probably jealousy is another good way to make Laios seek out his partner. He wants reassurance, to kill any doubts in his mind and any lingering feelings of inadequacy.

Also adrenaline too! Sometimes when the blood is pumping, his mind wanders. If he and his partner just were in a situation of danger, the physical reminder that they are there, alive and safe will make him desperate to feel them.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Doesn't like/understand degradation, and wouldn't do anything that he felt could hurt his partner.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers to give, and lives for pleasing his partner! He's not very skilled at first, but he's very observant and receptive, so he gets the hang of what his partner likes even if they do not say so themselves.

However, after getting head himself, he's hooked. He loves it, he loves the look on his partner's eyes and the physical feeling is overwhelming on the best possible way.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually slow and sensual, unless he just had a life or death situation with his partner, then he's desperate and anxious.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not one to really go for quickies, but if he's on the rare mood for one, he'll be sure to get and give lots of affection.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Laios would be interested in trying everything at least once. He's curious and inquisitive, and just as he is fascinated by monsters, he's fascinated by his partner and wants to learn what turns them on, and see what also works for him

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Stamina for days! He can last one very long round. If he didn't get sleepy and cuddly afterwards, he could probably do more, but hnnnggg comfy

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't own toys, but if introduced to them he's up for trying pretty much anything, both on himself and his partner.

I can see him growing particularly attached to non-human looking dildos/strap-ons and ropes.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's not much of a tease, but he low-key enjoys being teased. He doesn't seem to understand it, or be fully aware of the fact, but yeah.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not particularly loud out the impulse to self restrain, but Laios is a whiner. He can get pretty loud when he's about to cum though.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Would love to roleplay as a monster with their partner but when he did bring up the idea he got laughed off and passed it off as a joke. It was not a joke.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I like to think that it would kind of mimic his silhouette, length slightly above average and overall on the thicker side. The widest point is right after the head.

Not very high at all. I kinda imagine Laios on the gray sexual spectrum so, it only becomes a thought after he begins pining for his eventual partner. It starts with him wondering how soft their hands would be, how about their neck and lips? And it eventually escalates to wandering thoughts of intimacy.

Once he does become intimate with a partner, he longs for intimacy more than he longs for sex itself.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

VERY. He's an eepy man.

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chrollohearttags · 9 months

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unwrapped • r. braun

surprising your husband on his birthday turns out to be much more than you’d expect.

content warning and themes: p!rn without plot, hard dom!reiner, (retired football player rei) black!fem reader, (plus size descriptors) extremely rough sex, bondage, reader wearing butt p!ug, anal play, spit kink, throat training, heavy degradation (calls reader bitch, slut, whore), squirting, daddy kink, hair pulling, pet names, (mama, poundcake, pretty girl, papa, sweet girl), gagging, pet play, breeding kink go brr, heavy overstimulation, slapping, y’all might need a sedative after reading this.

📝: I would apologize for how filthy this is going to be but I shall not. I started this last year for Rei’s birthday but I put it off but now I’m doubling back. So happiest of birthdays to my handsome baby father. The only Leo man I’d ever give a chance.

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"So this is all for me, huh? Wow..."

it was the exact reaction that you would expect from your husband of four years..shocked, surprised and completely taken aback by your rather unique gift. For a better lack of terms. You knew him better than anyone and although he appeared intimated or not too intrigued by the sight before him, you knew his mind was churning; ablaze with extremely salacious thoughts and desires at the moment. August first..a day that he’d normally let pass without so much as a single bit of acknowledgement but tonight, you had plans to make your man’s day extra special.

Reiner Braun, although wealthy and having amassed millions as a football star during his days as a quarterback, as well as with his many business ventures nowadays, was a man of simplicity. He preferred things to be quiet, peaceful..without too much flare. Rather than lavish parties and big events, he was out working hard, assuring that his business was functioning well, even on his special day so you decided to stay at home, 'tending to other affairs'. Used to your antics, he didn’t question it too much but while he was away, you were putting together one hell of a present..one he'd soon never forget. Standing in the doorway of the foyer, a few inches taller from the Giuseppe heels on your feet and the coat that had been covering the grandiose bombshell had fallen to the floor..allowing that khaki trench coat to pool at your ankles, you’d be revealed to be sporting sexy red lingerie, akin to that of a glazed candy apple on your smooth, brown complexion. Thick thighs and ass stretching against the thin lace fabric and mere seconds from bursting out. All the more reason to rip it off! However, that wasn’t all in store..tiny nipple clamps latched on to your perky breasts, a collar laced around your throat and decorated with a heart charm. Along with a paddle sitting on the mantle.

Little did he know, more awaited him in the bedroom..that was if he exercised the restraint to not ravage you right here!

His face was flush but burning beet red and his chest was heaving pretty fast but he had to maintain his composure. “I—uh..I don’t know what to say..”

although the two of you made love many times a week, and it was a far cry from vanilla..this by far took the cake! All of this was a sudden change. You just looked so..submissive and innocent. As if you were begging to be wrecked! "Well don't just stand there and look at me, come get your present.." the words garnering a big smile from his handsome face..mumbling something underneath his breath as he stepped forward and extended his arms out to grab ahold of you. Towering above your shorter yet thicker frame, examining you..big strong hands groping your body as he sucked his teeth profusely.

"Happy birthday, papa. What do you think?"

honestly, it was hard for him to think at all right now! Seeing you so dressed up in such slutty and salacious attire, all for him. "..I think..I’m the luckiest man alive.” Garnering a slight chuckle from you both. Cupping your face between his hands, Reiner leaned down to give you a deep, searing kiss. One indicative of how hot his desire and lust for you were burning right now. But alas, there was one more stipulation to his gift..you had but only one request for your husband: "You know how you've been saying you wanted to try all of those things you saw in those videos?..well, here's your chance. I want you to treat me like your little whore tonight..do whatever you want to me."

reaching behind your back, you’d hand him the final piece of this rather interesting ensemble and that was a leash! Red, covered in latex and what he’d be using to maneuver you around at his leisure. Something he’d probably never have suggested on his lonesome. You see, Reiner was an incredibly bashful man..despite his outwardly appearance and intimidating presence, he became flustered quite quickly. You honestly thought it was the most adorable thing you had ever seen. As you had done several times prior in the past, one night, the two of you were lying in bed, looking at some rather explicit videos..hoping to spice things up in the bedroom. As you’d come to discover, masturbating together became one of your favorite activities as of late. There was something about holding hands with your man as he guided you through your orgasm that made it ten times better.

However, there was one scene in particular that not only resonated with your beloved Reiner but stuck with him. As if the scene were permanently implanted in his memory. The woman, resembling your exact body type and look; a cute little lady..brown skin, thick with a little pudgy tummy, thighs that rubbed together and an ass that clapped with each movement, sporting an apron with nothing underneath as she ‘cleaned’ the house, waiting for the arrival of her doting husband. She had baked him a cake, which she’d then go on to allow him to lick off of her backside. You could visibly see his cock twitching at the sight of her. Not because he was more attracted but because she resembled you. It was only when the man arrived home, resembling Rei’s build and stature, along with his hair color did things get even more interesting. He’d then proceed to strip down, place the tie around her neck before ushering her to her knees and fucking her face. They’d wind up going rounds in that house..from the kitchen to the tall staircase to her riding him on the floor with her heels on. It was so filthy and disgusting and he couldn't stop thinking about it! Witnessing her be pounded, seeing her cry from the pleasure and get overstimulated until she couldn't spill another drop.

That night, he came so hard; twice in fact from that video alone, spilling warm, seeping nut all over his fingers..loud, lewd groans filling the room and it was then that your wheels began to churn. Reiner would never admit it, out of fear of rejection or even scaring or hurting you but he was into hardcore sex..dominating, controlling and even breaking his precious (y/n) had come across his mind constantly. Pumping you full of dick while you all but tried to push him back, pulling on your hair and neck as you begged for more, and especially being called daddy and sir..he had craved it. Practically salivating at the thought!

But now, there was no need to be afraid because you were all but throwing out the proposition. It was up to him to take it. Bringing his fingertips to your chained nipples, he'd rub them gently, garnering an adorable smile and lip biting from you.

"..whatever I want, right? Huh.."

"That's right…treat me however you want. Don’t hold back.” With that confirmation, he didn't want to waste another second unwrapping his present. Fixated on your supple breasts, Reiner groped them in his palms before shoving that tongue between your plump, red painted lips. He was completely enamored with your body and it was certain now that you wouldn't have any issue getting him to loosen up. Eventually, he'd end up shuffling you over to a nearby wall where he caressed and squeezed every inch of that perfect frame… faint moans escaping his throat whilst he continued feeding you those soft kisses. In a split second, you’d brought your hands up to undo his shirt and pants but he was quick to push them away, giving you strict instructions to place them by your side. "Don't fucking move...just let me handle it." You had never heard him speak with such a sharp, commanding tone. All but hissing the orders at you. It was so fucking sexy! So you’d do exactly that, and stood still as he moved those lips down to your neck, collarbone and eventually those perky nipples that had become his point of hyperfixation at the moment.

"Mmm...how cute.."

Intermittently flicking those clamps and chains to watch you tense up. Squeezing your thighs together, (y/n) released a very audible moan in response. Even shutting your eyes in hopes to feign off the sensation but it was of no use. It felt too good! But alas, he was merely getting started and soon, you’d come to find out just what this man was capable of when given free reign. Taking those callus fingertips, Reiner traced them even further south..finally leaving your tits, he’d make a trail down the center of your tummy; just lightly grazing the skin until he reached the elastic waistline of your panties. To which he’d make haste in shoving those digits in. Outlining the thin, lace material before sinking them inside of your warm heat. Eliciting a cry from you that in turn, made his cock thump behind the confines of those designer slacks. You’d even absentmindedly begin to rut yourself on those fingerpads.."Tell me, angel..is this really what you want? Because I don't plan on taking it easy..just so you know." You were full and well aware of that fact. Even so, you wanted him to use you to his full desire. Release every single debaucherous thought that plagued his mind onto you and let it out. Once he finished, you wanted to be broken..mind, body and spirit.

“I told you, baby..I'm your slut, do whatever you want to me. I can take it..promise.”

Hell, if anything, you just wanted him to stop all of this teasing and fuck you senseless already! Without another moment of hesitation, Reiner smirked and shoved two digits deep within that tight, quivering entrance and made certain you impaled yourself on them. Granted, this was nothing more than a mere warm up for the pounding that little pussy was about to take after all! Working them in and out, he'd make certain your head remained positioned straight forward, as he didn’t want those beautiful, brown eyes shifting anywhere except on him. Only seconds in, you had soaked his hand down to the wrist..letting those juices leak down to the Tom Ford button up and matching cuff links. You were already coming undone so he could only imagine what the remainder of the night would entail.

"Well, poundcake. Don't say I didn't give you fair warning..” mumbling into a low growl that seeped to your ears. “Because I plan on going all night..breaking this slutty little body for everything it has. That sweet cum, those pretty little moans and everything else I fucking want. My little whore, you said? From now on..you don't move, speak or breathe without my permission, understood?" This new side of him had you going crazy! Frothing all over the seat of those panties and whimpering for him like a helpless puppy. Finally, his fingering would come to an abrupt halt which left your needy cunt spasming on thin air. Once he removed them, he'd bring them up, only to shove them into your mouth roughly. “Lick them clean. Taste yourself and don’t leave a single drop.” The force of his thrashing around between your jaws causes you to emit a slight gag when he takes them to the back of your throat.

"And you answer me with only daddy or sir, got it?"

you weren’t exactly sure what was coming but all you could know for certain was that you had seemingly awoken one hell of a monster! Had you truly bitten off more than you could chew?

"Yes, daddy..."

those round doe eyes fixated on him with such an innocent glare. It was then that you’d find yourself gasping sharply as he clenched your jaw. A faint smile cracking through his lips..almost devious in a way. But just as quickly, he’d place a couple kisses atop your forehead and a few pats to your chubby cheek. "Good girl..now let's get these off." In a sudden swift movement, he'd rip that latex lingerie from your body as if it were constructed of nothing more than sheets of paper. Each article and layer falling to the flooring and pooling around you guys’ feet. Leaving you only with the corset piece, fishnets and leash around your neck. And of course those tall, clear heels. Next were his own and without so much as single care for the cost, Reiner tore the button down from his skin. Revealing those chiseled abs, all while unbuckling his pants in the process. That bulge in them had grown excessively large and honestly, he had no more restraint to tease you. He wanted some action himself! So once he freed that hard dick from its confines and bridged the gap between your bodies, he’d hoist your legs within his grasp and place your back against the wall for quick leverage, as to execute his next move. “This is gonna be fun..”

Seconds later, he was instructing you to wrap your arms around his neck for support and them around his waist. Even though he was more than culpable of supporting you with his own strength. Parting those legs, he’d expose your dripping slit and freshly waxed, fat pussy to the cool air; aligning himself with your soaking slit.

"Ooh..baby, what am I going to do with you?..."

That voice dropped to a low growl as he teased that sensitive tip against your folds. Drumming up more of that silky slick that was drooling out of that cunt. Slowly but surely, he'd ease it inside and stuff you full of that dick. The initial sensation makes you both writhe in pleasure. Before your moans could even fully escape your mouth, he'd meet them with his own and resume those deep kisses. Swarming the inside of your jaws with sloppy pecks and an exchange of saliva..even spitting into it to further lubricate. Whereas he'd be whimpering into the crook of your neck, moaning your name as a sign of pure submission, this was a whole other side to Reiner. One you had never seen but wish had awoken sooner.

"Fuck!..so good."

there was a certain intensity in his eyes, one that scared and aroused you simultaneously..fucking you into a state of trembling with only a few strokes in as you dripped down his shaft. But this angle and the way he so precisely penetrated your g-spot, you’d find yourself clawing your nails into his back whilst he impaled you on his dick. All eight and a half inches of thick girth stretching you open..akin to a piece of elastic. "That's right, you don't need to do anything else..just hold onto me and let me pound that little pussy." Your body gliding up and down the wall; jolted with every thrust and meeting his every movement. It was almost as if you were weightless within his arms. “Shit! Right there…” Your nails ripping into his shoulder blades, holding on with all the strength you had but it was of no use. He had rendered you practically useless and dumb. Nothing more than a mere flashlight for his pleasure.

"Look at you..taking this fucking dick like a good whore. You liked being fucked all rough, don't you? Answer me.”

"Yes, daddy! Give me more, please. Fuck my pussy!” Meanwhile, your little cunny could barely contain him, no matter how far he delved and how deep he pressed, it kept slipping out of that wetness. Just from those few minutes alone, those walls had been beaten sore and throbbed profusely. However, that wasn't going to stop him from fucking you senseless or making you clamp down on his shaft. Those balls rested idly against your bubbly asscheeks after slapping against them..plus,hearing you beg only further fueled his desire.

sounds of smacking skin and loud cries erupted throughout the foyer. Although he loved the noises that pretty little pussy made each time he slammed inside of it, he came to an abrupt halt. "Get on the floor, right now." Whether it was his own lack of restraint or the fact that he truly did want to take you beyond your limits today, Reiner stopped abruptly before placing you to your feet.

that long cock still erect and dripping with your juices; the tip glowing red from how sensitive it was. One hard brush and he would probably begin spurting cum. He’d stroke the shaft whilst reaching for the leash and eventually the top of your head. With an extended palm, Reiner reached over and laid a few smacks to your cheek. Instructing you to stick your tongue out and glance up at him. “Good girl..sit there on your knees until I tell you otherwise.” He needed a few seconds to decide his next move. Seeing you in such a state had his mental all fucked up. Having this much power to use you at his disposal and seeing you lose every bit of your morals just to please him made this man absolutely feral.

panting heavily, Reiner ripped the shirt off entirely. He’d then proceed to undo and coil the red necktie around his knuckles. It seemed as if his lightbulb was flashing and he had constructed a rather interesting idea. "..hands up over your head, sweetheart. Don't make me fucking wait."

Without fuss or haste, you’d raise your arms up to the wall and await his instructions. You were positioned on your knees with them spread apart to where he could visibly see that little slit drooling with slickness. That clit protruding out and waiting to be rubbed. You’d give anything to have it touched at the moment but you’d have to wait. Emitting a loud gulp, you’d hope that your lovely husband would feel compelled to somewhat tone it down and have mercy but it would seem that you had ignited quite a dormant spark inside of him. The gentle, attentive man that had always handled you with care was no more, at least for the time being. Finally, he’d retrieve that leash placed on the mantle and once he clipped it on, he’d clutch it with a vice grip. "I'm going to enjoy fucking that cute little face of yours..those lips always look so pretty wrapped around my dick. Open wide.” Tilting your head back on his command. Just seconds later, he'd lean down and spit into your quivering mouth; the sensation making you throb and melt within his grasp. That saliva trailed between your lips, down to your tongue and in turn, earned him the cutest expression with a bright smile. "Thank you, daddy."

the name causes a direct reaction from your shaft; throbbing upon hearing your voice. He couldn’t help it when you were being so gracious and eager to serve him. This was already the best birthday ever and it had only begun! Stretching those jaws, Reiner would depress your tongue with a couple fingers; as would a doctor to a patient and watch that uvula jump and the back of your mouth gape and flex as it awaited the chance to be filled. That was more than enough room and he’d waste no time in filling that empty oral cavity. “Perfect, don’t move.” With that, you’d find your empty mouth stuffed full of that swollen member. Pumped and fucked without any regard to your esophagus or breathing. Reiner would just ever so carelessly buck his hips forward as if you were nothing more than a mere sex doll. That was until you started seeping strings of clear fluid all over his shaft and tip, bringing out vibrations with your gagging and moaning. Keeping one hand on your bound wrists to keep them in place and the other on his leash, Reiner maneuvered you like a well oiled machine. Letting every liquid you emitted drip onto those marble floors. Thrusting with full force as he rutted those hips..so desperately trying to maintain his pace because you felt that damn good. Because you were not at liberty to do so, he’d alternate between his dick and those full, swollen balls; stuffing your mouth with them in exchange for jerking himself.

“That’s right. Clean me up, bitch…taste that pretty pussy and keep those eyes on me when you do it.”

he’d feed your heavy slaps to the face as his tip rested in the side of your jaw..pressing into your skin. He had zero remorse at the moment and if being used in this manner is what you wanted, he was more than happy to oblige! When his hand no longer sufficed, he’d pop that cock back into your mouth and continue relentlessly fucking your skull until that forehead pressed to his abs and you were rendered breathless. Perhaps what was most impressive to him was how you took it without so much as gagging or showing resistance. Not to mention that you battled those lashes at him while you did so. If he wasn’t careful, you’d have him spurting cum all down your throat. But he had plans to fill you up so he’d refrain. Where you were rendered unable to be vocal, Reiner certainly filled that void and let out the loudest, grovely grunts. Meanwhile, strings of saliva were pooling from the corners of your mouth and your face had a dumbed out expression..exactly as he wanted it. “It’s like you don’t even need to breathe, baby. I love you..I love how nasty you get for me..” that deep voice resonating throughout your body. But for how warm and inviting those silk like jaws felt, he was becoming rather greedy. He needed to explore more of that perfect figure…from this pretty mouth, to that dripping core and especially, that big round ass. Which had quite the surprise waiting for him. “C’mere, mama. I’m not done with you..not yet.”

reluctantly pulling out, Reiner suddenly tugged your head around with a firm grasp, returning the favor of that sloppy head with an equally messy makeout session. It was apparent by the smile on your face that you were enjoying this just as much! That’s when he’d lower your hands, untying them and command you to plant those palms to the floor, where you were made to crawl towards him. Resembling that of a cute little pup or a sexy lynx, your husband began stepping backwards before waving a finger towards you. He was leading you to the staircase, hoping to reenact that infamous scene that inspired this entire ordeal. Even then, on your hands and knees, you were enticing him. Finally, you’d find yourself stationed against those stairs, where Reiner would fling you up to the railing and raise your leg so that he could finally get inside of you. That’s when he’d find a hidden gem…literally and figuratively. A heart shaped, jeweled anal plug stuffed between those thick cheeks that were glistening with baby oil you had previously doused yourself in. Making it look even better..lighting up with excitement, Reiner would start to smirk and chuckle, spreading them apart as he watched that tight bundle of nerves flex around that metal. “Oh my gosh..” mumbling in a low growl, admiring the beautiful view. For now though, he needed some of that soaking core.

“…pretty pussy’s so fat..I know she’s wet f’r me, baby. Go ahead, bend over…” biting and licking his lips with a faint smirk. He couldn’t believe how blessed he was to have the finest woman on the planet! Balancing on those heels, (y/n) looked back whilst arching that back..bouncing in the process so that he could get a clear view of those plump lips. “Yes, just like that, baby..it looks so good.” “Thank you, daddy.” Getting more and more aroused each time you uttered that name. Placing his thumb atop that plug, he’d push it in a little further as his index teased that protruding clit, that caused you to whimper in response. “That feel good, poundcake? Ya’ like when I touch on that clit? You can answer..”

and of course, it was a given how you felt.

“Yes sir, so fucking good…please fuck me—“ but just like that, he’d halt you in your tracks by tugging on your leash and spanking your ass to silence you. “Hey, I didn't give you permission to start begging, not yet at least..” Just then, he’d place a hand in the center of your back before grabbing himself at the base and slapping that cock up against those clammy folds. He wanted to keep you waiting..punish you for your unauthorized outburst the fact was, he lacked resolve himself so seconds later..

“No…I need you to take this dick. All of it..and maybe..just maybe if you ask nicely..” you’d find yourself impaled on him and stuffed full, causing your face to go wide with shock. “I’ll let you come.” A result of both holes being filled to the brim. He didn’t even give you a chance to recuperate or adjust..he’d go full throttle. Thrusting into you once more after already abusing that little cunt once before. Needless to say, you probably wouldn’t be moving for a day or so after this but it’d be well worth it! You loved the sensation..the thrill and rush that came with being used like this. Every day could be his birthday if he treated you like this! Deep strokes made home inside of your core as his pace increased. That leg draped over the sides began to shake uncontrollably but as a way to quell you, he’d gently rub it. He was trying to have a bit of balance amid the chaos; a touch of subtlety with his rough treatment. Your body was already sore with pain and pleasure. Marked up by both his lips and hands..all signs of how obsessed he was with you. Going deeper and deeper, reaching that fated g-spot, Reiner tugged your head back and yet again spat into your mouth, trying to maintain some semblance of control. Because truthfully, he was reaching his peak. He knew the second he resumed fucking you, he’d lose his mind and rhythm. Suddenly, his thrusts would become sporadic and he’d start hammering into your spot; clapping that flesh against his pelvis and filling that million dollar mansion with raunchy noises. Getting as raw and unhinged as you two pleased. It was a private party and he’d enjoy every single second of it.

“Harder! Please..I’m so—“ although you were breaking the rules, you couldn’t help yourself as that climax grew near. You had been holding back..restraining yourself from releasing all over him but right now, you couldn’t be vexed!

“Can I come, daddy? Please, can I come for you?!”

Crying with your eyes squeezed shut and tears streaming down your face. Your body was set ablaze…burning with desire and right now, he wanted to add the fuel! Spreading that ass apart, your husband kept thrusting, grinding those hips to the hilt as he buried every inch until that tip began to kiss your cervix. That aching warmth was all but stretched. However, it wouldn’t be the only orifice to be pounded into oblivion. “Since you've been so good..let it go. Right now. Come on this fucking dick..you little slut.” And the second he gave you the green light, it were as if the floodgates opened and a shower of your sweet squirt littered the porcelain steps. He had never seen a thing like it! At that moment, you couldn’t stop. Just an absolute wreck of orgasmic bliss. “F-fuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck—“ banging your previously bound hands against the stairwell. There was no time to recuperate or for either of you to gather your bearings because Reiner was pulsating something fierce and there was nowhere he’d allow that seed to end up other than your womb. Only seconds later, you’d find yourself impaled again and his hard erection thrashing around inside of you.

“What? You thought we were finished? What did I say, pound cake? Not yet..” unable to even compute a reaction, you’d end frozen for a full minute..stuck from that post climatic high. He didn’t have time to wait for your recovery. Not even a full minute later, you felt the grasp on your hips tighten; nails clawing into that soft flesh as Reiner’s breath caught in the back of his throat. “Shit!—coming..FUCK!” Shouting out with all his might. It was then that hot strings of creamy semen began to pour into that needy womb. And not in the form of a few droplets..no, you were being knotted with thick ropes. Ensuring that not one drop would seep out. However, if you thought that would be enough to soothe his salacious appetite and stop him, you’d be wrong. Because he had one more opening to explore before calling it quits. Even though you looked terribly spent and hell, he was getting a little lightheaded himself, he couldn’t stop until you both collapsed. Keeping that back bent to an angle and that leg outstretched, (y/n) felt that plug be removed from your second entrance and hear the metal plop to the floor…only to find that he had..replaced it with something else. But that much was obvious when you all but collapsed from that cock stretching you open. With his face flushed red, Reiner would let out a somewhat maniacal laugh. It was apparent that he was running off of pure adrenaline and addiction. Unable to cease until he claimed every inch of it and unraveled you.

“Take it…don’t tell me that little plug was just for show now. You were getting it ready f’r me. So I could fuck every part of this little body.” Practically hissing at you whilst tugging you back into hard, sporadic strokes. He still had a bit left in the chamber, surprisingly but he wasn’t going to maintain that pace for long because you were way too tight; clutching him at every movement. Even with the help of that toy, you weren’t quite conformed to his shape. Even so, he made it his mission to conquer it and break you as he had promised. He was well on his way because now, you were full blown fucked to tears…crying and pleading for him to come in you once more. He had gotten his point across and you loved the pain far too much to want him to stop. But you knew your body couldn’t withstand this brutal fucking. “P—please..come—ahh..” letting out a shrill whimper and pathetic cries. Your nails barely even graze the wood that you had a vice grip on earlier. Despite the fact that you had initiated this, he knew you’d never know when to quit and seeing as how that spasming bundle of nerves was determined to drain him dry, he’d grant you permission one last time to let go..

“On three..together. You know what to do..”

and like that, the two of you ascended to the highest peak together. Howling to the ceiling and shrieking each other's names as you spilled another puddle and poured the remainder of that nut into you..

“F-fuck..you’re so full..so goddamn full of my nut.”

“Yes, come in this ass, daddy..thank you so much.”

reaching back to stroke the side of his face before collapsing to your knees, where you trembled violently. All a result of the insane lovemaking that had just transpired. As one final act of submission, you’d run your tongue along his thigh, swiping up any remnant of those juices you let out all over him, before sticking your tongue out like an obedient dog. How could he possibly ask for a better gift than this?! Grasping your chin, Reiner leaned down with tears of his own plaguing his hazel eyes and shoved his tongue in your mouth. As if he didn’t want to let go. “Thank you, baby..thank you for the best fucking gift ever..”

and there was no way this day could ever be outclassed for as long as he lived!

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beskarandblasters · 10 months

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breeding kink with din? I know that man would be feral and on his knees my brain goes brr when I think about it

Carry My Warriors

Din Djarin x F!Reader

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Summary: After getting married and settling into your new home on Nevarro, Din discovers he has a new kink.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: reader is able/bodied, canon divergent (long live the Razor Crest), established relationship, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, breeding kink, creampie, some nipple play, slight lactation kink if you squint, use of Mando’a words (cyar’ika = sweetheart, mesh’la = beautiful, riduur = spouse), no use of y/n

You’re just settling into your new home with Din on Nevarro. The past few days have been a blur. The Mandalorians reclaimed Mandalore and you were absolutely sure that’s where Din wanted to settle down with you and Grogu. But shortly after your wedding ceremony Din told you that the three of you were leaving for Nevarro.

“But… why? You just reclaimed Mandalore… Isn’t this where you wanted to live? you asked, as he prepared the Razor Crest for takeoff.

“At one point yes but now that we’re a family… I think we should live elsewhere… Karga’s got a place for us there.”

“Really?” you asked, in disbelief that you’re going to have an actual place to call home with Din.

“Yes, cyar’ika,” he said, turning around and grabbing your hands, “A place for us to be a real family.”

You nodded and felt the happy tears spring in your eyes. He squeezed your hands and went back to preparing the ship. You scooped Grogu into your arms and leaned back in your chair, watching Mandalore get smaller underneath you as you left. You left the treacherous atmosphere and entered space, before Din made the jump to lightspeed. You closed your eyes and tried to imagine your new life together on Nevarro. Your stoic tin man could be a real softie sometimes.

That was several days ago. You’ve been spending your first few days back on Nevarro settling into your new home; a small house on the outskirts of town. Complete with a pond full of frogs in the front for Grogu. You’re in yours and Din’s bedroom (still a strange concept to you; a real bedroom for the two of you) decorating when you feel Din’s presence behind you, arms wrapping around your waist and your neck flush against his chest.

See, Din has a small problem that he hasn’t told you about yet… Becoming your riduur and this new, domestic life on Nevarro unlocked something within him. And realized he wants nothing more than you on your back, legs spread open for him with his cock buried in your cunt, pumping you full of his cum.

You’ll be doing dishes in the kitchen, hips swaying as you hum yourself. And Din will watch you and think about how he could grab your hips, bend you over the sink and take you right there. Or you’ll be on the couch, in your pajamas, reading something on your holo-pad. He’ll notice the way your soft thighs are pressed against each other in your pajama shorts.

But the worst is when you hop in the refresher together and he’ll see the way the water beads up on your tits and the way you lather them up with soap. His mind goes elsewhere and he thinks about them full of milk and how sore you’ll be and how you’ll need help relieving the tension and oh Maker, he’s got it bad.

These are the kinds of things he thinks about while he strokes his cock when he’s alone in the refresher or next to you in bed after you’ve fallen asleep. He’s hesitant to tell you about his new fantasy because he’s not sure how you’ll react. You’ve never talked in depth about the possibility of having kids together. But now that you have a stable place to live it’s all he can think about; living a quiet life with you and watching you grow round with his child. It’s all he wants. And you find out about it by accident.

You’re on your back, thighs spread apart and legs hooked over Din’s shoulders. His helmet is off and you’re looking deep into each other’s eyes. He tears them away for a second to gaze down at your tits which are bouncing deliciously with each of his thrusts and imagines them full of milk. And he’s gone, bursting his load into you in complete bliss.

“Kriff, Din,” you gasp.

He’s pulled out of his daze. “Hmm, what is it, cyar’ika?”

“You came inside me! I don’t have an implant, remember?”

“Oh… sorry,” he says, sheepishly.

“It’s alright. I’m sure it’ll be fine,” you sigh.

He kisses you and whispers another apology against your lips. You can’t stay mad at him for too long.

After your little afternoon delight, you decide to get dinner started. Grogu’s down for a nap. You’re standing at the kitchen counter cutting vegetables, feeling Din’s release slowly seep out of you. And to be honest… you don’t hate the feeling.

Din went into town to grab a few more things for dinner. He spent the rest of the afternoon replaying that moment in his head; the moment he came inside you for the first time. And now he doesn’t think he could go without that feeling. He arrives home, sees you at the kitchen counter and his eyes immediately gravitate towards your waist. He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you. You stop cutting vegetables and lean into his touch.

“I have to tell you something,” he says softly.

“What is it?” you ask, turning to face him and gazing up into his visor.

“...I want a baby with you, cyar’ika.”

Your mouth falls open. This is so sudden. And you’ve never talked about kids of your own before.

“Oh, Din. I don’t… I don’t know,” you say, truly confused.

“Please, cyar’ika,” Din begs, falling to his knees. He rests the bottom of his helmet against your thigh, visor peering up at you with what you can imagine are the most pleading eyes under the helmet. One of his hands caresses your thigh and you sigh.

“You’ll look so pretty carrying my warriors.”

“Is this really what you want?”

“More than anything.”

“Okay,” you nod.

He couldn’t drag you to the bedroom fast enough. He pulls you from the kitchen and into your bedroom. He pushes you down on the bed gently and starts pulling off your pants.

“What about dinner?” you ask.

“We can eat later,” he says hastily, removing his armor piece by piece.

You giggle and sit up to take off your shirt. You hear the hiss of the modulator and look over at him, never getting enough of the sight of his face. He looks over at you with the hungriest expression on his face while he slips off his flight suit. You lay down on your back and Din hovers over you, bringing his hand to the inside of your thigh, trailing it up to your cunt. You spread your legs for him and let him stroke your entrance gently.

“I’m gonna take good care of you, cyar’ika,” he purrs.

You moan in response as brings his head to your cunt, licking a slow stripe up it. Your hands find his hair and tug on it a little, begging for more. He swirls his tongue around your clit in a rhythmic motion. He hums into you, sending vibrations through your core. He hooks his arms around your thighs and brings you closer against his face. You moan at the new and more intense sensation. You feel your core tightening in anticipation of a big release. With one last lap of his tongue you’re coming against his face, soaking the lower half of it completely. Pleasure washes over you in erratic waves as you ride out your high. Din laps up every last drop of your fluids before commenting on how good you taste.

“You taste so good, mesh’la,” he murmurs before bringing his face by yours. He kisses you as he looks gathers your wetness in his hand, spreading it on his cock. He gives it a few strokes before aligning himself with your entrance. He enters you slowly and sighs at the sensation of your warm, wet cunt enveloping his cock. You hold your breath as he stretches your walls. He buries himself at the hilt, the head of his cock rubbing against your cervix. You exhale and relax as you expand to his size, feeling completely full. He places your legs on his shoulders and leans forward, folding you in half into a mating press. You moan at the deeper angle of his cock and feel tears spring in your eyes.

“It’s so big, Din,” you whine.

“Yeah, you like that, mesh’la? Want me to fuck a baby into you just like this?”

You moan in response, too cock drunk to form complete sentences. He chuckles and picks up the pace, driving his length into you with more force. He notices your tits bounce with each slam of his hips and reaches to suck on one of them, releasing your nipple with a loud pop. He moves to your other nipple and does the same thing; lick and suck at it until it becomes a stiff peak in his mouth. He pulls his head back and he gazes down at you with loving eyes, bringing one hand to the side your face and caressing your cheek. You feel yourself arrive at the brink of orgasm, core tightening as the pleasure stirs in your stomach. You come undone around him, moaning loudly as your orgasm overtakes you. Your cunt clenches him like a vice bringing him to the edge, too. He fucks you through your release which prolongs it further but he feels his balls tighten and he knows he’s about to cum.

“Cum in me, Din. Fill me up,” you pant.

Those words pull his orgasm from him in an instant, coating your insides with his cum. The tip of his cock is tucked into your cervix, pulsating against it. He comes with a loud groan and closes his eyes in bliss before pumping into you with a few more strokes until he goes soft. He stays inside you, keeping you plugged with his cum. He kisses you and whispers, “Thank you, cyar’ika. I’ll take such good care of you when you’re carrying my warrior.”

You kiss him back and whisper, “I know you will, Din.”

You stay there like that for a while with him still inside you until you hear Grogu waking up from his nap and fussing in his room. He pulls out of you reluctantly and starts to get dressed. You go to get dressed, too, wanting to resume dinner but he stops you.

“Rest, riduur. I’ll take care of everything.”

“Okay,” you sigh.

Sure he wants you to rest… but you’re also certain that he wants you to lay down to ensure all of his cum stays inside you. You get the feeling that you’re not going to be leaving this bed for a long time, not until he’s absolutely sure his seed has taken and you’re carrying his baby. You’re not complaining though.

End note: This request has been sitting in my inbox for two months now, I am the worst 🫣

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hard-core-super-star · 5 months

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bare your soul 'til it's naked [C.Danvers]

pairing: sub!carol danvers x dom!reader

summary: you and carol experiment with switching up your usual roles and accidentally discover something new.

warnings: SMUT -> minors, don't look [porn with feelings; bondage; strap-on sex; an exploration of carol's submissive side; strapwarming; a dash of denial; carol's praise kink goes brr; captain kink because duh]

wordcount: 1.8k

a/n: no, i didn't disappear for like all of november, what are you talking about?? anywho, this happened and...i have no reason or explanation for it lmao. also, i'm not even going to pretend to be an expert on dom/sub dynamics but just labeling carol as a bottom felt wrong considering the more...intense route this took. ANYWAY, usual,"this is my first time writing for this character, please give me validation if you liked it," warning applies.

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It had started as a joke.

You had told Carol how unfair it was that her superhuman abilities always led to her overpowering you after she had effortlessly picked you up and plopped you down onto the couch to stop you from washing the dishes. It had been an almost nonsensical joke that the blonde took a little too seriously.

It’s not something that genuinely bothers you, in fact, you love how quick Carol always is to pick you up and carry you everywhere. However, you had mentioned how much you’d love to have a turn at being in charge for once and your girlfriend took it upon herself to give you exactly what you wanted. (Like usual)

You weren’t sure why she was so dead set on doing this, especially considering how much she loves having the upper hand all the time, and yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to tell her to change her mind. Mainly because you’d have to be an actual fool to deny her anything but also because there’s been a look in her eyes that you can’t quite decipher that was born from the mere thought of switching roles for once.

So, your one meaningless joke had earned you a sight you’d never thought you’d see: Carol Danvers naked and bound on your bed.

It should be ridiculous. She’s a goddamn superhero, for crying out loud, she could easily rip apart those ropes like nothing. And yet…she remains motionless. You’d go far enough to call her stoic if it weren’t for the smirk she hasn’t yet wiped off of her face.

You both know the massive amounts of power she holds inside herself and she still chooses to pretend. To give in to the fantasy. To act like you truly hold all the cards when she’s the one with literal superpowers.

Your girlfriend huffs as she watches you admire her toned body and the intricate knots that hold her in place. She’s been sitting in the same position for what feels like hours, with her hands tied around her back and her legs spread open, showing off the strap attached to her hips.

“You gonna do something or just stare?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” you reply, shamelessly staring at her jawline while she throws her head back and groans.

“I’m going to lose my mind if you don’t touch me right now.”

You’re tempted to just walk away like she’s done to you countless times but you have other, more important, ideas on your mind.

You approach her in two quick steps, smiling at the way her eyes literally light up before tangling your fingers in her blonde hair and gently pulling. You’re rewarded with the sound of her gasp and you can practically see the way her veins pop out as she clenches her fists.

“I think you’re forgetting our deal, Captain,” you whisper. “I’m in charge, you just have to sit there and behave.”

She lets out a soft groan, her eyes fluttering closed for the briefest of seconds. You don't know if it's the hair-pulling or the use of the title that affects her so much but it’s obvious her reluctance melts away in an instant…which means your need to have her begging for you increases tenfold in that same instant.

“Are you going to need a reminder, baby?”

A long second of silence goes by before your girlfriend gives in. You’re more than willing to wait for her, especially once her eyes open again and you’re able to make out the specks of bliss that make her eyes sparkle more than usual. “No…I’ll behave.”

“Good girl,” you hum.

The whine that escapes her doesn’t reach your ears but the way her hips buck is more than noticeable and you can’t stop yourself from reaching out and wrapping your hand around the large toy. The fact that it’s fake doesn’t stop Carol from thrusting into your hand and she looks far too good for you to even think about making her stop.

That doesn’t mean you’re not going to tease her, though.

“Are you needy already, babe? I haven’t even done anything.”

“Maybe that’s why,” she replies, attempting to hold on to some of her usual snarkiness.

Something that would be more effective if she wasn’t bucking her hips in search of some friction.

The calm and controlled persona she so easily wears out on the field starts to slip and with it comes the barrage of thoughts that never allow her to give up control. It’s subtle but the sparkle in her eyes can’t erase the furrowing of her eyebrows or the tension in her muscles.

That desperation that makes her thrust up into your hand isn’t unfamiliar. Her need to give in to it is.

So, you do the only thing you know will help her focus on the moment instead of on her unspoken fears.

“Carol.” Her name leaves your lips as a mere whisper, the grip you have on her hair loosening just enough for the change to register in her unfocused mind.

She takes a deep breath before lifting her eyes up to look at you. You expect her to pull the plug on this whole thing, to put her walls back up and call it a day, but she doesn't. She does the exact opposite and leaves your mind spinning in the process.

“I need you.” The hushed tone she speaks in does nothing to hide her desperation. It’s not the kind you’re used to, though. It’s less about the physical and more about the emotional. It’s about the stability she’s always looked for but has never found in all the countless planets she’s visited.

The only place she’s found it in all her life is with you.

The second the thought enters your mind, you climb onto her lap, momentarily forgetting about the new dynamic you're forging and merely focusing on your vulnerable girlfriend. Despite your urge to help ground her, you can’t help but notice the way her hips instantly buck once again.

You still decide to wait, though, much to the blonde’s dismay.

“What do you need from me, Captain?”

“Need you…” She trails off and you half expect that to be the end of it until she continues a second later. “Need you to own me…use me…please.”

There’s no doubt in your mind of the strength it took for her to get the words out which only adds fuel to the fire burning in your core. A fire made up of desire, trust, and so much lust it could fill a small planet.

“As you wish,” you mumble before finally giving both of you what you really want.

Carol’s eyes watch you closely while you grip the toy attached to her hips and slowly tease your entrance with it. She technically can’t feel anything yet but she still takes every second in, rotating her hips in an attempt to bring you as much pleasure as she can.

You leave the dildo soaked in less than a minute and the sight of your girlfriend’s abs contracting with every movement does nothing to satisfy your growing desire. Your body shifts until you’re hovering over Carol’s dark blue strap, pretending like you can’t see the way she attempts to slam herself inside your already fluttering walls.

“You wanna fill me up, Captain? Is that what my good girl wants?”

It’s like a switch is instantly flipped inside her brain. Like everything else disappears until she’s left hanging onto your every word. She’s never been like this with someone else, much less felt like this. Felt such an intense devotion that she genuinely longs to submit to every one of your wishes and commands.

You could tell her to jump and she’d leap into the air without a second thought, ropes be damned.

She nods rapidly. “Yes! Yes, I want to fill you up so bad. Please, y/n.”

“If only your little Avengers friends could see you now, all tied up and desperate for me…” You trail off as you sink down onto her, relishing in the unashamed moans she can’t hold back.

You know how much she loves fucking you in this position and you also know how crazy it’s making her that she can’t control your speed. She can’t control anything in this moment. Not the speed of your movements, not the sounds she makes, not the unrelenting bucking of her hips.

The power rests in your hands despite how much of it runs through her veins.

“Fuck-” Your groan brings her back to reality. “You’re so good for me.”

Carol stares at you with wide eyes, plump lips parted just enough to allow all her sinful sounds to slip out unrestricted. Her entire world revolves around you, around the pleasure only she can give you…even when she's not allowed to touch you.

It would be so easy for her to break free, you both know that, and yet somehow, her choosing to remain trapped beneath you makes everything feel ten times stronger than usual.

Maybe that's what makes the coil in your stomach tighten faster than usual or maybe it's the way the blonde can't stop herself from messily thrusting up into your drenched cunt and burying her strap inside of you.

You’re both lost in each other, your nails digging into her shoulder in search of some stability while she works tirelessly to bring you to new heights. Heights she couldn’t even dream of reaching despite her love for flying.

“y/n,” she mumbles. “Please, I want- I need you.”

“Yeah? You wanna cum already, Captain?”

She shakes her head, the thinnest layer of tears gathering in her stormy eyes. “No, I want to make you cum. Please, can I?”

The mere question has you clenching around the toy but it’s the devoted look that’s plastered onto her face that makes you fall apart. For that brief moment, she’s not Captain Marvel, she’s not an Avenger, she’s just the woman you love more than anything else in the universe, the woman who loves you enough to trust you like this.

You fall over the edge without warning which triggers an avalanche of feelings inside Carol. The two of you slump into each other in a mess of shaking limbs and hoarse voices that cry out the other’s name.

It’s messy and loud and perfect.

It’s unclear how much time you both spend in the throes of your powerful orgasms but when you finally come back to yourself, you find your girlfriend’s face buried into the crook of your neck, trails of salty tears staining her warm cheeks. It takes you another second to realize what she’s mumbling but the second the words register, all your worry melts away.

“I love you-” It comes out more like a broken sob than a beautiful confession but you don’t mind.

You gently run your fingers through her messy hair, silently watching the shudders that your affection creates. “I love you too. You’re perfect, Carol.”

She doesn’t reply but she also doesn’t argue. She just stays in your arms, basking in the feeling of being loved.

Of finally being home.

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charmandabear · 2 months

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Office Hours - Chapter Six

Summary:

Astarion surprises you with a night at the theatre that doesn't go quite according to your plan.

Pairing: Astarion/F!Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4.7k Tags/Warnings: rough/angry sex, hair pulling, emotional manipulation, dubcon, bad BDSM practices, angst, daddy kink, reminiscent of Ascended!Astarion, discussions of domestic abuse (in Taming of the Shrew)

Hi. Hello. My sweets. My darlings. This is it. The chapter where you absolutely must mind the tags. Just know that I won't take you anywhere that we won't be able to come back from. Know that I, too, am an absolute baby when it comes to intense subject matter in fics. But I want you to take care of yourselves and your hearts. As always, shoot me a message if you'd like more specifics.

Photo credits: Zaria for Green Pussy Suit Astarion and Nephi Garcia for the incredible dress.

Read on AO3 ~ Masterlist

“In the library? Babes, are you insane?” Shadowheart's voice reaches a pitch you’re fairly sure only dogs can hear. You curl your knees into your chest and cover your face in your hands, feeling the exact appropriate amount of shame.

“I know, I know. All logic goes out the fucking window around him. All I can think is ‘mm, good dick makes brain go brr.’” You let out a frustrated sigh into your hands.

“Do you want to get fired?” She pulls your hand from your face so you can't hide from her pointed stare.

“Oh trust me, I ran about forty different scenarios of that happening through my head on the drive home.”

“Did you, now? And in how many of these did he also get fired?” Shadowheart presses, knowing how your anxiety can get out of hand.

“Like, two,” you groan and drop your head back onto the couch cushions. “I don't know what comes over me. I feel like I can't tell him no.”

“Wait, wait.” Shadowheart grips your knee, suddenly worried. “You can't tell him no as in it feels too good to stop? Or as in it doesn't feel safe to say no?”

“Nine hells, no, the first one!” you respond, horrified. She squints at you and you squirm under her gaze until you’re finally more truthful, both with her and yourself. “Well, I mean, mostly. Like it's not like that. But like also not not like that, you know?”

“I can assure you I do not,” she says in a flat voice, not interested in joking around. You sigh dramatically, trying to find the right words to describe how you feel.

“Like. Okay. Am I fully consenting to everything we do? Yes. 100%. Oh gods, yes.” Your cheeks tinge pink even thinking about it. “But like… am I going against my best judgment? Do I feel like I should say no? Does part of me kinda wish I would say no? Like… maybe?”

“Tav, that's not okay. You need to talk to him about this.” Shadowheart’s voice is soft with genuine worry. Which is ridiculous, because she’s focusing on the wrong thing.

“No, see, that's the thing. It's not actually a him issue, it's a me issue. Like there's something wrong with me, I see his most toxic traits and suddenly I'm like a horny teenager!” Your voice increases in pitch as you grow more hysterical. “How am I supposed to call him out on it when the only words that will come out of my mouth are ‘yes daddy, more please’?”

“Is there anything redeemable about him at all? Besides being good in bed?” She leans back, taking a sip of her wine and fixing you with an incredulous look.

“I mean… yeah. He’s witty, and bantering back and forth with him is fun. He’s incredibly smart, as loath as I am to admit it, and I like hearing his ideas on things, especially his interpretation of Shakespeare’s text.” You don't even notice the smile growing on your face, but Shadowheart does. “And he’s got this unexpectedly soft side. Like he seems cold and aloof on the outside, but he cares, deeply. About his students, about his cat, about-”

“About you?” she interjects, and your smile falters.

“I don't know, Shade,” you say quietly, almost ashamed to look her in the eye. “I think so. I hope so. But it's not like we've been seeing each other for that long, he’s under no obligation to feel anything.” You practically swallow the last sentence, a truth you're reticent to voice.

“And you?” she asks softly.

“Man, I don't fucking know. I just want to keep getting laid and not catch feelings, is that so much to ask?” you whine. She laughs, but you can tell that she's only humoring you.

“For you? Probably.”

***

It's been several days and your busy schedules have kept you and Astarion apart for most of it. Save the occasional tension-filled passing in the hall, you've barely interacted at all. You're almost beginning to believe that your whirlwind affair has come to an end when you find a mystery package at your apartment door.

It's made out to you with no discernable return address. You bring the box into your apartment while examining it, trying to ascertain its origin. It doesn't even really look like it was sent through the mail, it looks like it was dropped off.

You take out your phone and call down to the front desk. It rings a few times, then a somber voice answers.

“What dost thou require?” His voice is deep and crackled, like some ancient eternal being.

“Hi Withers, it's Tav in 3C. Do you know anything about this package that was left at my door?”

“I have inspected it, and determined it safe for you to open. It was brought by someone claiming to be a friend.”

“Can you tell me anything about this someone?”

“No.”

And the line goes dead. You laugh and shake your head. If Withers says it's safe, then it probably is. You’d trust that wrinkly old man with your life, honestly. You cut open the tape sealing the box shut and lift off the top.

Inside is something wrapped in tissue paper with a note stuck to it in Astarion's immaculate handwriting.

Tomorrow evening The Rosewood Seven o’clock Wear nothing underneath

You let out a small involuntary moan when you read the last three words. You carefully unwrap the tissue paper to find a fabric that looks like it's made of starlight. You pull out the midnight black dress and go slightly breathless when you get a good look at it.

It’s a backless dress with a sweetheart neckline and intricate gold embellishments that almost make it look like armor. It has a lavish gold neck piece attached by several gold chains that drip over the skin. The skirt is made of a weightless black fabric that shimmers with gold as you move it in the light. It almost appears to be cut into two panels with dual hip-high slits.

With a dress cut like this, you wouldn't be able to wear undergarments even if you wanted to.

Your heart hammers in your chest as you think about what he might have in store for you. You're not even sure what's running at the Rosewood right now, but it could be complete trash and you wouldn't even care. You probably won't even be able to pay attention, too distracted by Astarion sitting next to you for two hours.

You feel a pulsing between your legs at the thought. You think of his hand sliding up your knee while you struggle to keep a straight face. Or him reaching an arm around you, gently sliding his fingers into your hair before giving it a sharp tug.

Another moan works its way out of your throat and you follow it up with an annoyed groan. You can really get swept up at the most inconvenient times. It’s not like you don’t have any work you need to do or anything. You roll your eyes as you stalk off to draw a bath.

***

Waiting in the lobby of the theater, you’re feeling surprisingly nervous. The dress, though beautiful, is not particularly comfortable. With all of its various chains and pieces, you needed Shadowheart’s help just to put it on. It helps that she’s also incredibly talented when it comes to hair and makeup, so in truth you feel positively glamorous.

When you see Astarion, however, everything goes silent. You’re certain that he’s posing for you the way he’s stopped to adjust his cuff. The cut of the suit he’s wearing is exceptionally flattering and you imagine running your hands all over the emerald velvet. His crisp white button down is almost sheer and you desperately want to pull him into you by that forest green silk tie.

But you can’t tear your eyes away from his face. This is the first time you've seen him wear makeup, and the simple smokey eyeliner look makes his red irises pop. He’s decided to forgo his glasses, presumably opting for contacts instead to show off the makeup. He’s also swapped out his standard silver hoops for little daggers with a red rhinestone glimmering at the hilt.

He looks up at you the moment you lay eyes on him, or more specifically, the moment your heart starts to beat out of your chest. He flashes you a devastating smile before striding up to you and pulling you into a deep kiss. You can’t even be bothered to care that the other patrons are probably staring as he slides his hand onto your bare lower back, his cool touch sending a shiver up your spine.

He pulls away from you just enough to breathlessly ask, “Are you ready to sit down?”

“Huh?” You’re distracted, too busy plotting a mental path to the bathrooms to fuck him. He lets out a winded chuckle.

“The play. House is open, would you care to find our seats?” His palm is still pressed against your back and you can barely form coherent thoughts. You still don’t even know what play you’re here to see. You just want—no, need—to be near him.

“Um, yeah,” you respond, still trying to get your bearings and remind yourself how to be a person. You let him lead you into the theater, and only once you're in your seats do you realize that neither of you grabbed a program. You pull out your phone to see if you can look it up, but service in the Rosewood is notoriously bad. Instead you just need to sit still next to Astarion, who looks like a dream and smells even better.

He glances at you as your heart quickens again and his lips curl into a smile. He slips his hand behind your neck and lightly runs his finger along the seam between the golden collar of the dress and your flesh, sending goosebumps down your arms. He leans toward you until his lips are almost brushing your ear.

“You look absolutely ravishing, my dear,” he whispers, his breath tickling your earlobe. You turn your face toward him on instinct, your chest heaving as you try to steady your breathing. Your lips hover inches apart, anticipating the kiss, when suddenly a throng of noisy actors come barreling down the aisles. You snap away from Astarion as the cacophony of their shrieks of laughter, calls across the audience to one another, and drunken banter fill the house.

One of them clambors onto the stage and shouts, “For God’s sake, a pot of small ale!” He’s dressed in rags and appears by far to be the drunkest of them all. Three servingmen swarm him with various shouts of, “Will’t please your honor?” He shoves them all away and proudly takes up space center stage.

“I am Christophero Sly! Call not me ‘Honor’ nor ‘Lordship,’” he bellows as the rest of the players make their way onto the stage.

Christopher Sly… you’re wracking your brain to remember which play he serves as a framing device for. Most productions cut this scene because it’s long and completely irrelevant. You just can’t for the life of you remember which play he appears in.

The scene continues with their drunken antics and slapstick comedy as the players address Sly as “my noble lord,” making him believe he’s a king that they’re about to perform for. Eventually they carry Sly out on a makeshift palanquin as the “play within the play” begins. Two handsome young men in preppy clothes enter, holding a book and wearing glasses that aren’t too dissimilar from Astarion’s round metal ones. The one without the glasses speaks first.

“Tranio, since for the great desire I had to see fair Padua…”

Tranio? Isn’t he one of the characters in Taming of the Shrew?

He knows you don’t like this play.

Well, if it’s all that’s playing at the Rosewood right now…

But if that’s the case why not just, like, see a movie?

You shift uncomfortably in your dress and cast your gaze towards Astarion. He smiles, taking your fingers and placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles before turning back to the stage. He keeps your hand in his, absentmindedly stroking the back of your hand with his thumb.

You can feel your heart pounding in your ears and you find yourself wondering what’s running through his head. Just when you think you have him figured out, he does something to surprise you. And honestly, not always in a good way.

Maybe it won’t be so bad. You know the creative team at the Rosewood wouldn’t pick this show if they weren’t going to try to do something with it.

But even still… is this text even redeemable?

You sit through the entirety of the show cringing as the audience around you laughs at flagrant displays of domestic abuse. The actors, several of whom you’ve worked with before, are trying their hardest to make the lines playful, but some things just can’t be recovered. Between the forced starvation, physical intimidation, and gaslighting, you wonder why companies even bother performing this play anymore. No matter how witty the writing is, it’s just too out of date to be a good season choice.

When the time comes for Kate’s final monologue, you watch in pain as the actress tries to wink-wink-nudge-nudge her way through lines like “place your hands below your husband’s foot.” She’s young, and you wonder if this is one of her first professional gigs. You get a little sad knowing that she’s probably just desperate to do anything, even if it’s trash.

Maybe you’re being a little harsh. All of the individual elements of the show—the acting, set, costumes, direction, lighting—were quite good. You just can’t get over how irredeemable this text is. Worth teaching, yes, and maybe even taking Act II out of context just for the fun banter and clever wordplay. But professional theatre companies should really just retire this one.

In the Lyft back to your apartment, you decide to get Astarion’s take on the matter.

“Do you think it’s possible to redeem a text like Taming in a modern age?”

He pauses for a moment, continuing to look away from you and out the window.

“I do, yes,” he finally answers. “I think it takes a skilled hand, but it can be successful when done well.”

You sit on his response, chewing it over. You decide to take a different route.

“I guess a better question is do you think it’s worth trying to? Like, what are we getting out of it anymore?”

“Is entertainment not enough?” he says with a laugh. You wrinkle your nose at him.

“Sure, if you’re a basic ass bitch. But I want my art to mean something. And I can’t think of what this play can possibly mean if it’s not ‘shrill women are annoying and should learn their place.’” You cross and uncross your legs, trying to keep yourself decent.

“Last I checked, you enjoy being put in your place,” he says in a low hum and your pussy betrays you with a clench.

“Shut up,” you grumble, and you’re grateful that the dark car hides your reddening cheeks. “It’s different.”

“Is it, though? Ultimately it is a text about two dysfunctional people finding comfort in one another.” His sincerity catches you off guard, and almost makes you angry that he’s been taken in by the propaganda.

“That’s only a valid interpretation if you ignore half of what happens in the play. They’re not equally dysfunctional, Kate literally gets beaten into submission and pretends to be happy about it. Petruchio is exactly the same from the start to the finish, he has no fucking character arc.” Your hands start to shake as you try to keep your cool. You’ve had this conversation far too many times with men who think they can interpret out the sexism by simply glossing over Kate’s abuse.

The Lyft stops in front of your building and you thank the driver as you get out. Astarion follows you, and you’re not even sure if you want him to accompany you upstairs. But you remain silent as you walk past Withers and into the elevator.

“You’re overreacting,” Astarion says once the elevator doors close. “People are drawn to this play for a reason. The text is excellent, and no one truly thinks of Petruchio as an abuser.”

“Are you joking?” Your voice gets shrill and the similarity to Kate isn’t lost on you. “The whole thing normalizes his abuse. The fact that people don’t think of him as an abuser is the problem.”

“It’s a slapstick comedy,” he snaps, his voice growing stern. “Are you going to tell me that we need to cancel the Three Stooges because it promotes violence?”

“Don’t be fucking condescending,” you spit. “It’s not the same and you know it.”

“How is it not the same? Suddenly because it’s a woman in the role it no longer counts? Are you implying that women should be barred from certain types of performance because of their gender?” He walks past you into your apartment and you throw your keys and bag on the counter, not even bothering to see where they land.

“No, that’s not what I’m saying, now you’re just twisting my words,” you grumble, more frustrated than ever by your inability to match his eloquence.

“So use your own words,” he sneers, whirling around to face you. “How is it not the same?”

“It’s because- well, I- It’s different, just- argh!” Your head is clouded by your attraction to him, which has annoyingly only grown over the past few minutes of shouting. You’re suddenly reminded of the smug arrogant bastard that you first met. He lets out a jeering laugh.

“See? You can’t even defend your own point.”

His sardonic cruelty sets something off in you and you angrily grab the lapel of his green suit. Your intentions are a complete mystery even to you, because as soon as you’re within inches of one another, instincts take over. You crush his lips into yours and pull him backwards until you thump against the door behind you. He paws hungrily at the dress, sliding his hand under the slit and around to grab your bare ass. You gasp into his touch, feeling equally frustrated and aroused that he even controlled what you wore tonight.

Your fingers make their way into his hair and you pull hard, breaking the kiss and leaving his mouth open, panting. His eyes are sparkling with a fire that you haven’t seen yet and a low growl manifests in your throat. He smirks and buries his teeth into your shoulder, something he usually asks bespoke permission for. You cry out in response, twisting your hands tighter into his silvery locks.

He unlatches from your shoulder and pushes his knee past the front of your skirt and up onto your bare cunt. You grind wantonly against the velvet as he kisses you with bloody lips. He grabs hold of the delicate chains of the dress and yanks, detaching them from the collar and making the entire bodice crumple and pool around your waist. Your nipples immediately harden at the sudden exposure to cold air and he pinches one sharply between his fingers. Your hips roll into his leg as you groan, fully ruining his pants. He continues to bite around your neck and shoulders, placing little puncture wounds in his path, marking you as his.

You grab onto his tie and push him away so you can shimmy out of the rest of the dress. You’re now down to just the gold collar of the dress and your heels, a look you wish you could hate but don’t. You pull him across your living area and toward your bedroom, shoving him down onto the edge of the bed.

“Thou hast hit it, come, sit on me,” he says, quoting Petruchio with a sinister grin. Kate’s retort falls out of your mouth reflexively.

“Asses are made to bear, and so are you,” you hiss as you straddle his hips, wrapping his tie around your hand until you’ve gripped it up to the knot. Your other hand violently unbuckles his belt, yanking it through the loops with a snap.

“Women are made to bear, and so are you,” he says with a caustic laugh, digging his nails into your ass cheeks. You tug sharply on his tie, bringing his lips close to yours.

“No such jade as you, if me you mean,” you snarl and silence him with an angry kiss. You don’t want to encourage his idiotic behavior, but you’d be lying to yourself if you said this wasn’t a fantasy you’ve had before. You fumble with the buttons of his suit jacket, trying to get him undressed as quickly as possible. You’re not sure if you feel more vulnerable or more powerful being undressed while he’s still fully clothed, but either way you want him naked, now. You get about three buttons into his shirt before you grow impatient, ripping it the rest of the way open and sending buttons flying.

Good. Let him need to repair his clothes for once.

You push him flat onto his back and descend onto his chest, alternating kisses, licks, and bites. Your dull human teeth don’t have nearly the same effect as his fangs, but it just means you get to bite twice as hard in order to leave a mark. He writhes beneath your touch, and you feel a twisted satisfaction at the quiet little grunts and gasps you’re finally pulling from him. He’s rarely this vocal during sex, and it’s only serving to spur you on more.

His groans build until you capture his nipple in your teeth and bite down, causing him to shout and buck his hips up into you. In a flash he flips you around onto your back and he bears down on you, eyes dangerous.

“Little love, do you think you’re in control?” he asks in a low growl, his hand gripped around your jaw. You sneer and slide your leg against the strained bulge in his pants. He hisses and your smile widens.

“Right now? Yes,” you coo, continuing to press your calf against his velvet-covered cock. You grab the tie still hanging around his neck and pull him close.

“If you want it back, fucking take it.”

If I put my hands around your wrists, would you fight them?

He kisses you roughly, catching your bottom lip in his teeth biting hard enough to puncture the skin. He pulls back slightly, a drop of your blood running down his chin and a snide grin. He makes like he’s about to kiss you again but shoves your face away before your lips make contact.

This is the worst you’ve ever seen him—the most arrogant, the most condescending, borderline cruel even. And you have never been more turned on.

If I put my fingers in your mouth, would you bite them?

“Is that all you’ve got?” you taunt, licking the blood from your lips. “Go ahead, choke me, daddy.”

The feminist in you is horrified, but the little gremlin controlling your libido is having the time of its life. It squeals with delight when his hand closes around your throat, just barely constricting your breathing.

“You insolent little brat,” he breathes into your ear, pulling up on your jaw. “I will absolutely ruin you.”

And there will be no tenderness, no tenderness.

“Do it, coward,” you spit, and he lets go just long enough to finish undressing from the waist down. He grabs your still heeled ankle and presses your leg up by your shoulder, stretching you wide enough to take him without any prep. You gasp as he fills you, the stinging pain outweighed by the gratification of finally feeling him inside you.

The only thing that I ask, love me mercilessly.

He sets a punishing rhythm, one knee on the bed and the other foot still firmly planted on the floor. He bottoms out with each long thrust and you grab hold of his hair to brace yourself. He winces with the pain but doesn’t slow down, and your moans grow high and loud as he continues to furiously pound into you.

“Gods, fuck, Astarion,” you keen, your desire coiling in your belly and threatening to explode. “Keep going, daddy, fuck me please.” He grunts with the effort and your dirty talk seems to be having an effect as his pace falters. You jerk your hips up into him, chasing your orgasm, until finally it barrels through you like a runaway train. You pull on his hair as you come and that sets off his, his pulsing cock pressing against the clenching walls of your cunt.

He stays deep inside you as the aftershocks reverberate through both of you, until the only sound remaining is your heavy panting. He drops his forehead to touch yours, a pleasantly tender moment after some of the roughest sex you can recall having. He starts to giggle and you follow suit, suddenly giddy. He pulls out of you with a squelch and walks to the bathroom to get a towel to clean up the mess you’ve left behind. He wipes you down gently, a surprising bit of aftercare you’re not accustomed to with him. He plants a tender kiss on your lips and you feel dizzy with affection for him.

You settle up against the headboard of your bed, his arm around you and both of you looking at your phones in a companionable silence. After a moment, he lets out a small chuckle.

“What?” you ask, turning your head towards him quizzically.

“I’m just shocked that worked, is all,” he laughs, shaking his head. Your confusion grows and you furrow your brow.

“What worked?” you laugh with him, but something doesn’t feel right.

“The whole night, taking you to see Taming, getting into just enough of a fight to result in,” he vaguely waves his hand, gesturing to the edge of the bed, “all of that.”

“Wait, what? What do you mean?” You pull away from him and your stomach drops. Surely he can’t be suggesting what you think he’s suggesting.

“You get riled up so easily, I thought this might be fun.” He still doesn’t seem to have picked up on your heart pounding in your ears, which is frankly unusual for him.

“Are you saying… Wait, are you saying that you planned that fight? So, what, we’d have angry sex?”

“Of course, you don’t think I actually believe anything that I said, do you? Taming of the Shrew might be well-written, but it’s a rubbish play to produce.” He finally turns to you and sees that you’ve gone white as a sheet. “Oh, darling, don’t take it like that, you’re positively adorable when you’re angry, I couldn’t resist.” He tries putting his hand to your cheek but you flinch away like he’s burned you.

“Get out,” you say in a low voice, unable to even look at him.

“What?” He’s still laughing. He doesn’t get it. “My sweet, didn’t you-”

“GET. OUT.” Your voice has a venom in it that even shocks you. He stares at you in horror until you shoot him an icy glare. “Now.”

Without a word he stands and quickly puts his clothes back on. You stay in your bed, naked and curled under a sheet, until you hear the front door of your apartment slam. With shaking hands, you call Shadowheart.

“Moonmaiden’s delight, did you enjoy yourself? It certainly sounded like you did.” The sound of Shadowheart’s bubbly laugh usually makes you smile, but right now it seeps into your skin like poison.

“Shade, please come over,” you whimper, and the second the words leave your mouth, the tears begin to fall. You don’t hear her hang up, but you do hear a muffled, “I’m going to fucking kill him!” through the wall. You pull your knees further into your chest and sob.

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anisrightarm · 2 months

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Cregan Stark NSFW Alphabet

NSFW topics ahead don’t read if you’re not comfortable!!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Cleans you up with a rag and warm water while telling how perfect you are for him

Knows you get cold in the north so he always has extra fur blankets to wrap you in

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For him he likes his eyes, knows you go wild for eye contact and you always compliment his eyes

On you he likes your stomach and hips, most northern girls he’s bedded have been rather skinny he loves the feeling of your stomach under his hands

LOVES your hips boy is grabbing them while pounding into you or caressing them while making love

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He will cum in you if you’re comfortable with it he goes feral for that shit

If not he loves cumming on your back or stomach something about you being dirty with his seed makes his brain short wire

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Would love to fuck you in the great hall alone obviously

Just the thought while he’s at some important meeting he just has to look at the table to remember what you two did whilst everyone is oblivious

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He has 10 kids.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything where he can see your face

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Cregan lets you set the mood but if it’s after a battle or hunt it’s all business

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s well shaven he likes to keep it neat and manageable

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s romantic he wants everything to be perfect for you he will definitely start a nice fire for you

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t necessarily like or need to jerk he has you

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink goes brr

Wants you to have his kids so bad he will whisper in your ear during sex telling you how good you would look pregnant

Praise giving and receiving he likes to know he’s making you feel good

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your chambers obviously he loves going to bed knowing you have had sex on the bed

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Imagining you pregnant

Seeing you with Kids (more specifically Rickon)

He loves to see you all dressed up for important events

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Will never do anything without your consent

Will never lay his hands on you

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

LIVES for eating you out it’s his favorite meal

Won’t deny head but won’t demand it he prefers giving

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Once again it’s mostly up to you and your preference but I like to think he goes deep you know quality over quantity

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Only likes quickies if he has absolutely no time

He likes to take his time to make his lady feel good

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Will never do something with you not being comfortable so kind of if your down, so is he

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last atleast 3-4

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I can’t imagine him using them on you, he prefers to please you himself

Doesn’t mind if you use them by yourself, he’s a lord after all he’s busy

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can tease and will but hates making you wait

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not very loud but he will grunt and moan in your ear

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Cregan was so touch starved before you got betrothed so when you held him the first night you made love he cried but always denies it

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Oh yeah he’s big you know what they say about northern men😏😏

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

This man is down literally 24/7

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Cregan makes sure you are comfortable and okay before anything then it’s fair game you both knock out

A/n: My first NSFW alphabet!!! Give me feedback how did I do?? Who next??

#cregan stark x reader #cregan stark smut #hotd x reader #cregan x reader #cregan stark x you #hotd smut

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minhosimthings · 6 months

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I love how we as a community agree that Sunghoon would be the best degrader in all of Enhypen. For example-

If you were out at the grocery store, just minding your own buisness, looking for potatoes while your husband stalks off looking for Tiramisu, and a man comes up to you. Twenty something, fairly handsome and complements you on the butterfly clips in your hair, not knowing that Sunghoon was right behind you. You, being a human being who can take complements, thanked him meekly and blushed, while Sunghoon grabbed onto your waist, startling you, and saying very loudly that he prefers the tiramisu that his WIFE makes (with a lot of emphasis on the wife).

Courtesy to his silence throughout the car ride, you knew what was coming at home. Your suspicions were confirmed, when you reached home, opened the door and immediately got slammed into the wall by Sunghoon, who dropped his bags onto the floor and kissed you harshly, moving his tongue around yours.

"You wanna fuck that man huh babe? Want this pussy to be someone else's like a cumslut?" He taunted you, removing your bra with ease and squeezing your tits so tightly, while you could feel the bulge in his pants rub against your naked thighs. Of course you two couldn't do it against the front door, lest the neighbours hear (although Sunghoon occasionally said that the neighbours would be blessed to hear your moans), so Sunghoon took you to the kitchen, setting you down on the table roughly and basically ripping off your panties. "Oh would you look at this?" He would chuckle, one hand still on your right tit, squeezing it from time to time, "Already so wet for me? Oh you are a slut aren't you?"

He would basically attack your pussy with his fingers, moving it around at the speed of a maniac, while you would beg him to stop, wanting his dick to be inside of you. "Aww, does my slut want her daddy's cock inside of her? You'll have to earn it baby." He would go down to your legs and spread them further, while you would let out the occasional whimpers at seeing his sweaty arms and that expression he makes when he's angry. He would put his tongue into your pussy without warning, making you scream out his name in pain. "No fuck- Daddy!" He would take in your moans and screams, basking in the glory that he was making you want his cock more and more.

"Get on your knees." He would say after coming up from between your legs. "Now." He would add in a dangerous undergone, making you get on the floor more faster than you've ever had. "Now suck my cock like the dumb whore you are." You complied to his orders, quickly trying to give him pleasure. "Tch tch." He would burst out, not even after a minute had gone by, "You can't even suck properly can you? Do you not want to give your daddy what he wants? Huh slut? Answer me." He tugged on your hair again, making you moan out. Hair pulling kink go brr. "Daddy- want your- cock. Please." You would whimper, feeling his hands wrap around your left tit again.

"Stupid fucking slut aren't you? I bet you're thinking of that guy. Say it slut." He would press down on your thigh, "Are you thinking about him?" "N-No Sunghoon!", Was the only thing you could scream at that point, when he pushed his dick into you, taking you by surprise as slithers of pleasure went into you. Sunghoon kept tugging on your hair, forcing you to look at him, while thrusting his hips deeper and deeper. "You're mine. You're all mine. No one else's, you understand that?" He would growl out, gritting his teeth, while the only sound you could make was a weak whimper. "Ah fuck Sunghoon! Im gonna cum fuck!" You screamed out, making him moan out as you felt warm liquid fill your hole, giving you pleasure greater than anything in this world.

"Sorry princess." Sunghoon later apologized, while sitting on the couch. "I shouldn't have gone that harsh on you." You smiled warmly at his words and wrapped yourself more comfortably around him, immediately forgiving him, saying that the bath he had ran you and the doordash he had ordered was enough for you. It wouldn't be until later than Sunghoon found out about your degradation kink and from there on, your name was permanently forgotten and replaced by 'Sunghoon's dumb cumslut'.

#Sunghoon #park sunghoon smut #park Sunghoon #sunghoon smut #enhypen smut #enha smut #sunghoon smut imagines #smut imagines #dom!sunghoon #sunghoon × fem! reader #enhypen smut imagines #enha smut imagines #bye bye now

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mythicalmyles · 1 year

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— request,

dad's best friend x college student reader

"c'mon sweet thing, you can take it— mm, that's it baby. that's it, you can take more can't you baby boy?"

"don't tell me you're backing out now boy?"

"that's it sweetheart. take me down that pretty throat of yours now — ohh fuck. would've taken you sooner if i knew you were this easy."

"thought you said you've done this before... oh baby, you must've been messing with boys in college. don't worry i'll teach you real good, make you a real cockslut for me."

—

reader stays over with his father's best friend after they have a fight, with his host welcoming him in straight away. he's an older fellow, much bigger and stronger than (name), but he's always been so kind if not a bit touchy lately, but the reader doesn't at all mind - if anything he... kind of loves the attention. it feels nice — different nice.

one night when they're both home at the same time, they decide to crack open a few cold ones and put a movie on. they're both sitting next to each other, the reader almost flush again his side leaning into him. — maybe it's the alcohol or something but one thing leads to another and suddenly (name)'s sitting on the lap of his host, grinding down slowly with his dad's best friend big hands on his hips helping him.

"go on then sweet boy, what did you call me before?" "... siir please–" "that's it. good boy, use your words for me."

i'm not quite sure what it is i want with this BUT!! maybe somnophilia at some point? breeding, cock-drunk reader and mild dubcon bc of the alcohol. BIGG OL' SIR KINK PLEASE AND THANK YOU MYTH. maybe reader also has a voice kink too? and hand kink (big hands,,, brain go brr) he just likes how small it makes him feel lolol - i want this so fucking handsy just touchtouchtouch im begging

(Name) eye'd the drink Helen held out to him. He took the drink, chugging it down. Anger still fresh in his mind at his earlier fight with his father. Every time they fought he'd run to his dad's best friends, Helen had always been there for him. Helen chuckled at his antics as he sat back against the couch, hand coming to rest on (Names) leg. (Name) was use to the gesture he always did when they sat together alone, despite that it still had heat rolling up through (Names) stomach.

Helen squeezed his thigh before getting back up. "More?" Helen asked, grabbing his glass and heading to the kitchen before he could answer. (Name) waited patiently for him to get back, head slightly buzzing already. Helen was quick and handed (Name) his drink, he chugged half of it before putting it on the table. "Thank you, sir." (Names) voice was soft. His mind swirled in circles as he leaned back, Helens hand coming back onto his thigh, albeit a little higher.

(Name) let out a quiet shaky breath, Helens hand massive against his thigh. Helen's fingers gently rubbed his thigh, a whimper falling from (Names) lips. "I-uh I'm so sorry." He rushed out, eyes doubled and refusing to look at Helen. "It's okay." Helen smiled, fingers still gently rubbing him as his hand drifted further up. "Call me that again." Helen ordered, eyes dark as he stared at (Name) like the cat who caught the mouse. Helen has always been mysterious. He never knew much other than him and his dad were life long friends, meeting on a job or something. (Name) still really wasn't sure what either did, they usually kept it hush whenever he was around.

"S-sir?" (Name) questioned, stomach dropping when Helen deeply sighed and gripped his thigh tighter. "Good boy." The words had (Names) cock standing at attention, heat flooding his cheeks as his fathers best friend pulled him onto his lap. Helen ground their hips together relishing in every moan he stole from his best friends son. "How's college?" Helens voice was breathy against his shoulder, lips gently kissing the exposed flesh. "G-good!" (Name) choked out, the feeling of Helens large cock pressing against his ass driving him nuts.

"Good boy. Ever been fucked?" (Name) shook in Helen's hold. "I-I, once." He choked out, he hadn't had fun during it. He most certainly hadn't felt even near this much pleasure during the experience. Helen had a smirk painted on his face as he pushed (Name) down between his legs. He adored the look plastered on (Names) face, wide eyes staring up at him. "Don't look so nervous, you wanna stop?" Helen asked, (Name) shaking his head. "Good boy." Helen praised as he pulled his hard cock out, relishing in the look of fear that crossed (Names) face.

“It-it’s big.” He whispered as Helen chuckled . “Go ahead pretty boy, you have done this before?” (Name) nodded, not mentioning the fact the only person he had ever been with was also a virgin at the time. He leaned forward, tongue pressing against Helen’s cock. He licked a stripe up Helen’s cock, easing as Helen let out a happy sounding sigh. (Name) wrapped his lips around the tip, sucking gently.

“Deeper.” Helen muttered, hand lacing into (Names) hair and pushing him further down on his cock. (Name) moaned around his cock as it pushed deeper into his throat, stretching his mouth wide. He tried his best not to gag when Helen rutted against his face, cock sliding deeper. “If i knew you were so easy, we could’ve done this sooner.” Helen smirked as he stared into wide eyes, stirring something primal in him. “Thats it, good boy. You can take me deeper.” (Name) whined, the vibrations running through Helens cock. “So good for me.” Helen praised causing (Names) cheeks to flare up.

“God, come here.” Helen growled out, hands quickly snatching up (Name) and pulling him onto his waiting lap. (Name) gasped as Helen pulled down his jeans and boxers, hands groping at his ass. “Wa-wait!” He pleaded, mind swirling. “Not backing out now are you, boy?” Helen sounded disappointed, (Name) whimpered as one of Helen’s fingers began circling his hole. “No!” He yelped as he shook his head, he really wanted Helen. He just felt overwhelmed.

(Names) stomach tightened as Helen opened a bottle of something tucked into the couch. (Name) didn’t have time to question it before he heard the loud ‘squelch’ of the bottle. His body shuddered, recognising the sound. Helens wet finger came back to circle his hole and (Name) let out a deep breath before it caught in his throat with the slide of Helens finger. A pitched moan left him, the feeling familiar. Helen expertly fingered him, wasting no time in sliding a second digit in, almost drooling at the look on (Names) face. Helen wanted to eat him up, those large doe eyes staring at him made him crazy.

“You’re moaning so loud, no one ever fucked you like this before?” Helens voice was deep, his voice vibrating against (Names) chest as he clung onto Helen for dear life. “N-no-aah!” He cried out as Helen’s fingers twisted deep inside of him. Helen’s fingers opened him up, spreading apart inside of him and making his toes curl.

(Names) body shook as he felt an orgasm fast approaching as Helen’s fingers fucked deep inside of him, he felt a vague fear with the premise of having to take Helen’s cock. His mind was quick to shut up as Helen’s digits assaulted his prostate, moans pouring from (Names) lips as he arched backwards.

“I can’t wait any longer.” Helen’s voice was deep, as his hands grasped (Names) hips. Helen positioned him so he could slide his cock into (Name), Helen couldn’t help but smirk. (Name) lost all sense as Helen’s cock began sliding into him, it was large and overwhelming and he felt as if he was being stretched to his limit.

“Must’ve been boys you were fucking before, never taken a real mans cock have you baby?” (Name) choked but shook his head as Helens hand wrapped loosely around his neck. “Don’t worry, ill train you into a real good cock slut.” Helen delighted in the way he quivered at his words, his dark blue eyes staring into (e/c) ones.

(Names) shaky hands gripped onto Helens arm for support as Helens other hand gripped his hip, easily bouncing his smaller self on Helens cock. Any thought that had been on his mind was gone the moment Helen began slamming into his ass. Loud moans left (Name) as his head rolled back, almost sobbing as Helen used him. (Name) knew he’d be covered in bruises tomorrow, he had no idea how he was going to hide them from his father.

“Such a good boy.” Helen praised, almost giving (Name) whiplash as he flipped him onto the couch. (Name) was momentarily dazed, alcohol still clouding his mind and making the room spin as result of his quick movement. Helen pulled out and slammed deep back into him, grinning at the shout he pulled from his best friends kid. Part of him felt sick but he couldn’t help it, he was just so pretty.

Helens hand kept (Name) pinned to the couch, still wrapped around his neck but tighter as Helen thrusted into him so hard he saw stars dancing in his gaze. (Name) felt like a zombie as he mindlessly drooled all over himself as he was fucked to within an inch of his life.

Warmth spread throughout his body as his skin vibrated, the warmth of Helens hands almost unbearable yet kept him grounded. (Name) felt like a whore as he moaned with every slide of Helens cock, stretching him and sending his toes curling. One of (Names) hands gripped the fabric of Helen’s shirt in a vice grip, stretching the cotton in his hold.

(Name) grew desperate the closer he got, Helen’s thrusts turning sloppy as his own high hit him. Helen bit down on (Names) neck as he slammed balls deep in, (Name) swearing his cock had just buried itself into his stomach as he was pumped full of cum.

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saeccharine · 10 months

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PRETTY GIRL, LET ME SEE YOU CRY OUT

$T4RR1NG . . . GIN GAGAMARU x AFAB!READER

script notes: explicit content. riding. size kink. overstimulaion. muliple orgasms. no protection (wrap it b4 u tap it). porn without plot. semi-dacryhilia. semi-voice kink. clitoral stimulation. squirting. 0.7k words.

director's cut: he makes my size kink go brr. for @sleepysnk <3

gagamaru who gets pussy drunk so easy. all it takes is for you to sink down on him, pretty mewls that sound like the hymns of the heavens escaping your lips. he’s gone, so far gone.

those empty eyes of his spark with something, something carnal. all it takes is for those big hands of his to wrap around your waist, thumbs pressing against the bulge of his lust on your stomach. from under you, he folds his legs, giving him the leverage to ruthlessly pound into your cunt.

it has you slumping forwards, a choked moan coming from your parted lips as gagamaru sets a bruising pace. the thick head of his cock bullies your cervix, but that pain is forgotten in the swath of pleasure you feel.

he uses you like a cocksleeve, molding your gummy walls around his cock, stretching you so no one but him can ever fuck you like this. his grips your waist in a vice, making you feel even tighter. he watches, hypnotized by the sight of him disappearing and reappearing in your tummy; quite literally rearranging your guts.

gagamaru’s mostly silent, too busy taking in every little sound you make. he lets out shallow pants, an occasional groan or grumble escaping his chest.

he is greedy in that he takes and takes everything you give him: every shudder, every moan and whimper, every clench of your dripping cunt around his shaft. he takes it all without hesitance.

one of his hands leaves your waist to grab your chin, forcing you to stare into those dark eyes of his. he watches as your e/c gets replaced by white as your mouth opens in a silent scream. he shoves his tongue down your throat, loving how you instantly suck on it.

his other hand leaves your waist to snake between your parted legs, rolling your clit between his knuckles and giving it a gentle pinch. gagamaru almost laughs at the way your back arches as you keen into his mouth: he greedily swallows that too. your hands are fisted in his hair, desperately gripping onto his black roots as his white tresses fall over the pillow.

with his hands no longer supporting you, nothing braces the shock as your body bounces with his every thrust, creating a second slam down onto his hips. he feels you pussy greedily suck him in as that white ring forms around the base of his cock, knowing you’re close.

gagamaru rubs tight and fast circles into your clit, mercilessly devouring every moan and cry of pleasure you give him. he grinds up into you before thrusting hard and deep, setting you over the edge with a single snap of his hips.

his hands leave you to grip your hips, slamming back up into you at a rapid pace as your orgasm. leaving you sobbing on his chest as he fucks another one out of you, a rumbling growl in his chest as his fingers dig into the plush of your ass.

you come hard and fast, release squirting over his hips and lower abdominal, chest heaving. with that, gagamaru buries himself deep inside your twitching cunt, throwing his head back as he finally releases in you.

finally he speaks, “looked s’pretty goin’ dumb on my cock, couldn’t help m’self…”

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baka-bakeneko · 1 year

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Owe Me - River Ward x Female! V Reader [NSFW]

tags: Ex-inmate River Ward, angst (so much angst still), praise kink, Dominant River Ward, submissive V, free use, name-calling, breeding kink (go brr, don't at me on this), multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, light spanking, multiple positions, creampie, mating press, marathon sex, voyeurism (sorry Takemura and Johnny)

word count: 4.1k

synopsis: River Ward, released prisoner and now salty boyfriend of V, is trying to pull his life together. He lives in V's apartment. Still some hard feelings to work through, but you've got a soft spot for him anyways.

a/n: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

River set his pull up bar in the doorway of the bathroom. And what a public display that was. Every morning when you decided to wake up, way after River did, and every night when you came home a little too late; there he was, gripping and pulling himself up on that bar, his sweatpants riding so low on his hips it was almost on purpose.

In your mind, you wanted to call him a slut for it, but you were really his only audience.

He'd been living with you since he called you the day he was released; River was still embarrassed to go back to his sister, was too nervous to see Randy face-to-face after so long.

He also knew how hard it'd be on you too. The bite of anger was still lodged deep in River's chest, he admitted, but that didn't stop him from wanting to be around you.

"The fucking web you weave, V," Johnny tsked from the couch. "Fuckin' a man who hates loving you, loves to hate you."

You waved a hand at him and climbed out of bed, listening to River purse air from his lips as he pressed his chest up to the bar then lowered himself down, blocking the full entrance of the bathroom.

"Morning Riv," you said, stopping by him and reaching out to admire his toned oblique.

"Mornin' V," River stressed, pulling himself back up, his ankles crossed.

You slipped by him to use the restroom, then breezed by him to get back out with another slip of your fingers along his ribs.

"Don't start something you can't finish, sweetheart," River said, his top lip snarling as he pulled up another time with a loud purse of air.

You smiled at him, waiting before him with your lips puckered. River hid a roll of his eyes as he lowered himself down and kissed you quickly, staring down his nose at you before shutting his eyes and pulling away with a groan.

The smack of his lips leaving you was intoxicating, rolling your eyes as he went back to working out.

You kept staring as he went back to his set, watching as his eyes continued to rake along your body covered with his t-shirt. He cocked his jaw, his eyelids going half-mast as he held his position.

Your breath caught in your chest, feeling his glare burn at the insides of your thighs.

"God V, get a grip. He's not gonna fuck you if you give him puppy eyes," Johnny shouted from his place on the couch.

You folded your lips together in thought, truly hoping to will your boyfriend to do something, act on his sultry glare, but your holodex began ringing.

You hid a smack of your tongue, turning away from your boyfriend to answer Takemura.

"Goro," you began, lowering your voice as you tugged your shirt over your bare hips. "Now's not a good time."

"V," the astute Japanese man began. "I hope I'm not interrupting your morning."

Your free hand immediately went to the back of your neck, starting to rub at the divet in your skin that hosted Johnny's relic. "No, no no no. Just in the nick of time."

You glanced over your shoulder, under your arm to look back at River, hanging from his bar and staring at the back of you with a quirked brow. His top lip barely contained its twitch with his devilish grin.

"Good, I was hoping to meet you for an update on the relic. Is now a good time?"

"Fuck no, tell that corpobot I'm busy watching the animal channel." Johnny interrupted your opening mouth to answer. "I'm waiting for the lion to fuck his bitch."

You deadpanned over to where Johnny was sitting, your glare holding a distinct annoyance.

"What? There's too much windup. He's already lookin', V, let him see all the goods."

You were half tempted to rip the relic from your neck just to get Johnny to stop. You dropped your arm and began moving around your apartment to get ready.

"Yeah, I can meet you at Arasaka, I guess." You added, going from your closet to your desk and tilting under it to find your sneakers. "Give me fifteen."

You bent down to your knees then reached under your desk for your sneakers, allowing your shirt to slip up from your hips.

Takemura huffed in response. "Do not delay this meeting, V."

You rolled your eyes, ignoring River's weight shifting on the floor suddenly. "Takemura, I will not be late."

"Don't be so sure, V," River said, resting a hand on your desk before kneeling behind you. "You're providing a real distraction right now."

You grimaced playfully as River's hand touched your hip then slid your shirt further up. You willfully ignored your boyfriend's wandering touch and returned your attention to Gojo along with your sneakers.

"See you, Goro," you said before shutting off your call. You shifted back, hoping to dissuade River's interest in your precarious position.

But you were met with a hard bulge, cloaked behind sweats, pressed directly against you. You blinked hard, acknowledging the heat now carefully rubbing against your pussy.

"Riv, I gotta go." You tried, ignoring the warning signs of enjoying this.

You closed your eyes to stop them from fluttering in pleasure, attempting to push the mental image of River marking every space of your body his.

"But you look real good like this, V," River tempted, his hand sliding back to your hip and pressing you harder to his crotch.

"Fuck," you whimpered out, dropping your shoulders further down and offering an upward tilt to your hips.

"And you want this just as bad," River growled lowly, hooking his thumb around the meat of your thigh to spread your cheek open. "Just like me, I can tell."

You hid another roll of your eyes, knowing that River was staring at the sudden gush of wet that emerged as soon as he knelt behind you.

"River, I--" you began, hooking your fingers onto your sneakers and dragging them across the floor as an effective excuse. "We can't. I'm gonna be late."

His growl never ceased, only lingered as his hand slipped up your side, along your ribs before grabbing a handful of your breast. "Gonna go meet your Arasaka rat, got no time for me?"

Though his tone wasn't full of malice, you felt his words were stung. River's fingers found your nipple and pinched tenderly, making you bow your chest away from his touch.

He chuckled, taking the opportunity of your body to pull you upright on your knees and into his body. River's other hand pressed your hips into his, his fingers slipping into your panties.

"I mean, you're so fucking wet. How will you focus like this?" River grit into your ear, pulling you impossibly close to him. The heel of his palm forced your ass against his sheathed cock and you bit back a whimper at shifting.

"My bad girl, gonna soak through your shorts and let your," River bared his teeth to your ear before nipping at your skin, "little fucking rat smell you?"

Your breath caught, your chest heaving in a hiccup. "River, I can't."

"'Can't,' you say," River's lips curled against you as his fingers slowly curled into your pussy, grinding the heel of his palm to your clit. "Your cunt says different."

You lost your breath, wiggling your hips slightly at the sensation River offered. With another languid pump of his fingers, you found your wet puddling in his palm, soaking his soft hand.

"I know," You tried, your hand reaching for both of his at your breast and pussy respectively. "But Takemura..."

"Can wait," River growled assertively, his nostrils flaring against your temple. "Unlike your stir crazy boyfriend. I could fuck you 'till you can't stand."

A shock ran through your body at his words, something so raw and undauntingly needy in his tone. Like he would tear into you and feast on your sinful flesh if he could.

You hid a gulp, glancing to catch River's face. "It's just five minutes from here."

Your word was everything you had with Takemura now, even though you'd proven yourself more than worthy of his trust ten times over now. Your body caved further into River, tilting your head back against his shoulder.

He took the opportunity to suck at the skin on your neck, suctioning it hard to his teeth before nibbling and letting go. You panted with every new bite he offered, his hickeys trailing down to the meet of your shoulder and neck.

"And it's three hours of this," River reminded you, using his arm draped over your hip to push your ass harder against his now-throbbing cock. "Drop your panties, V. Tell Takemura to fuck off."

You clenched around his digits plunged inside you, driving more wet out of you. You wiggled your hips against the heel of his palm, trying to earn more pleasing jolts through your body.

A stray whimper escaped your lips, leaning into River with a few heavy pants. Your hands grasped harder at River's, if only to pull him further onto you.

Your lips were molding to decline your boyfriend another time but your breath hitched and you ripped your panties down past your knees.

"Don't waste time," you responded in a low huff, reaching behind to grip River's hip. "Fuck me now."

River drew out a ribald tone lodged in his throat; his lips dragged further along your neck before suctioning at the hilt of your clavicle. "Good girl."

He pulled his hand away from your breast to tear down his sweatpants, allowing his cock to spring between your hot thighs. River put his hand back to your hips and urged you move over him.

You followed his silent instruction, attempting to force your knees together as you humped into River's palm, his cock pressed between your thighs.

"Goood..." River drew out, pressing his lips to your ear while he breathed steadily into you, "girl, beg for it?"

"Please," you urged, tightening around River's still fingers in your pussy.

He smirked against your earlobe, spreading his two fingers inside you apart to make you whine again. "Not good enough."

You tried to hump at his fingers, your thighs squeezed around his cock. Your ass jiggled against his waist, feeling his hot skin against yours.

"River," you panted, lengthening his name from your lips as you caught onto a sliver of pleasure from the heel of his palm against your clit.

"Oooh," River cooed, his lips curved in a soft 'o'. "Getting closer. Come on, baby. Keep going."

You scoffed in disbelief, forehead breaking into a sweat by this long tease. "Please," you said, practically whining as your bottom lip urged a pout.

If you could throw a tantrum about it, you would but your skin was already alight with a salacious warmth.

River chuckled mirthlessly into your ear, merging his lips into a kiss before pressing them to your temple. "My little whore...so needy."

Your eyes rolled, half in disbelief, before River's hand went to the back of your neck and forced you down to the floor.

"Show me how bad you want it," River ordered, retracting his hand from your pussy. "Show me that wet pussy."

You arched your back dramatically to display to your boyfriend. He'd lost his mind the first time you did it, and he apologized for the animal he was because of it.

Just like you'd hoped; you'd practiced, putting your arms under your chin as you leveled your chest and spread your knees apart. Angling your hips up, you felt the cool air of your apartment breeze against your pussy.

River drew in a low hiss, folding his bottom lip between his teeth as his hand went to the meet of your thigh and ass cheek. His thumb carefully rubbed down from your clit and between your lips before tenderly opening you in front of him.

"He's gone fucking feral now," Johnny griped, glitching from the couch to the ledge of your desk. "Godspeed, V. It's been nice knowing us."

You tried to hide your excitement with a simultaneous bite of your inside lips. With another moment passing, you raised your head up to meet River's gaze but his grip tightened on the back of your neck.

"Don't move," he growled, admiring his view from where he was.

He jostled his hold on your neck, making sure you stayed in position as he sat back on his haunches. River cleared his throat softly, hocking a bit of spittle at the opening of your pussy then dragged his thumb through it before sinking his digit into you.

You groaned at the feeling of the organic knuckle sliding into you; he slipped it along your innermost wall before finding your g-spot as his index finger folded over your clit.

"Don't," River metered out, spitting a little on his cock before taking grip of it in his cybernetic hand. "move a muscle, V. I want you but stay still."

You muscled through his order, trying your best to not react through your body. He took a slow stroke of his cock, admiring the view while you breathed steadily enough.

"River..." you mewed, your toes wriggling.

"I want to fuck you, but I want the easy one out of the way first." His thumb rubbed at your walls as his index finger began to tap in rhythm. "I want you to stay just like that. Cum from my fingers now."

His order shot up your spine, staring a new chill over your shoulders. You tried to your them to dispel the feeling but your knees ached to meld together.

River sat up on his knees again, jerking himself harder. "Come on, V. I know you can do it, baby. Cum on my fingers."

You turned your head slightly with a harsh exhale, acknowledging his order but trying to meter it out slowly. That was until River's free hand came down on the meatiest part of your thigh.

"Cum on my fingers, V." River ordered, his voice hardened and cold now. From the corner of your eye, you saw him straightened up.

The gaze you felt against your back was something visceral and ominous. River forced his tongue between his lips, trying to speed up his fingers inside you.

"Be my good filthy slut, V." River smacked again at your ass, sending a vibrating shock to your pussy.

Your knees finally forced together, ignoring his previous order; your body devolved to shivers, warding off the oncoming lashes of pleasure you felt from this new attention.

"Faster, V. Get there," River coached, his hand smacking your ass now repeatedly tapping at the same intensity as before.

You broke in an instant, ducking your forehead to your hands. The noises that escaped your chest were unrecognizable, pitchy and whiny while your hips rolled in the direction of River's fingers.

"There's my good girl," he cooed, retracting his thumb slowly from you and sliding his cock in its place. "Good, good girl."

Your comedown was halted at the driving wake of River's hot cock sliding into you. Your mouth fell open against the backs of your hands, your hips effectively shaking from the tidal crash of euphoria.

River took grip of your hips, holding you up in case of your knees giving way. "You feel so fucking good like this. I could cum right now."

You hummed in response, your eyelids threatening half-mast by his now-softer tone.

"I bet you want that, huh?" River teased, using your hips as leverage to stroke out of you painstakingly slow.

Your eyes crossed, another whimper escaping your open mouth. You tried to shake your head, stilted in the movement as you angled your hips further and followed River's slow pull.

"To be all..." River began, roaming his hands up your back to peel your shirt over your head. He folded himself over you, slowly lowering you to the floor as your hips angled up. "over and inside you. You want that, don't you?"

He bit at your ear, quickly snapping his hips to your ass and forcing his cock to the hilt. A muted squeak reverberated through your chest, another chill crawling down to your stomach.

River's hands grabbed at your wrists, holding them apart and out, stretching your body underneath him as he pulled back again then returned his hips to your ass with a soft jostle.

He snaked his tongue into your ear, then slathered his tongue across the back of your neck before pulling himself upright again. River took your hands behind your back, taking grip of your wrists in his cybernetic hand.

His other hand held at your hips and started a quick pace, rabbit-like thrusts that were hard to keep your strength against.

You tried to gain leverage on your shoulder but lost your breath, panting against the linoleum until you started to drool.

"You like feeling all of me?" River groaned, stopping his thrusts to be fully inside you. "Right here?"

His hand curled around your waist to press softly. A loud errant moan escaped you, your brows knitting together as your toes curled.

River rolled his hips while fully inside you, grazing his tip to your cervix. You twitched, your thighs attempting to close but stopped by River's knees planted between them.

"Don't get shy now, honey," River whispered, pulling out slightly to resume his pace. "I know you want my babies."

Your eyes rolled at his words, the feeling he resumed with his grip tightening on your wrists. After a few more thrusts, you raised your hips to meet him until you released a long moan of his name.

"Riv, Riv please," you pleaded, orgasming on his cock. Your walls quivered through his thrusts, the roaring beautiful ache roaming your back and around to your stomach.

"So soon?" River asked, his tone patronizing as he wrapped his arm around your waist. He pulled you up onto his waist, leaning himself back as you rested your head against his shoulder.

"I'm barely getting started, V," River teased, shifting you onto your knees over his lap. "I want to make a mess of you."

You tried to catch your bearings, barely coming down from the euphoric peak. Just as you adjusted your wrists in River's hold, your holodex rang again and you attempted to shake it away.

River scoffed, forcing his mouth to your temple. "Tell your rat you're busy, V," he grit against the back of your neck.

With your shirt tangled just in front of your neck, your arms still in it, you attempted to hide your flushed cheeks as you answered.

"Takemura, I'm sorry. I'll meet you...tomorrow," you tried to remain calm, your breathing ramped up as River started thrusting upward into you.

"V," Takemura's tone chastised you internally, mixing with the internal warmth and making your pleasure downright guilty. "You promised."

"I know," you panted as River's fingers teased at your clit. You couldn't help the immediate flutter of your eyes, your tongue prodding between your lips. "Tomorrow, I-I promise."

"You sure about that?" River asked in a whisper, spearing you fully on his cock.

You bit back another loss of your calm face. "Tomorrow night. I'll buy you dinner."

Takemura's face was stoic from the holodex, his brow crestfallen while his lips were forced into a straight line. "Fine. Contact me tomorrow."

You nodded and flustered to end the holodex short, throwing your head back in a loud moan as River's fingers began scrubbing at your clit.

"You feel guilty for leaving your rat out to dry? You got wetter from talking to him," River grumbled, his fingers stopping and pressing steadily at your clit. "Does his disappointment make you hot?"

You shook your head at River's shoulder, glancing over to your boyfriend. "Why, you jealous?" You teased, your voice quavering and holding no substance.

River grinned softly at you, his eyes narrowing at you as his face gleamed in a dew of sweat. "You never fucked him. You only wanted me."

You tried to roll your eyes but got caught on a hard press to your clit as his cock grazed your g-spot. "I only want you."

"Of course you do." River muttered against your mouth, catching your lips in a kiss as he rolled your hips on top of him.

You coiled on the feeling, each touch and movement River offered livening the raw nerve inside of you. "River, I--"

His top lip curled before your mouth, lifting your hips up before slamming you down again. You squirmed from the raw feeling, your eyes scrunching close to hold on further.

"Come on, my filthy little slut," River urged, revealing his grit teeth. "Make me cum."

You tried to roll your hips again, a breath yoyoing in your throat. Your walls flexed around his hot cock, feeling it twitch inside you until you bowed forward and came again.

Coating his cock with your wet, River drove into you and seized, sharing a moan just before your lips. The two of you passed a few noises between breaths, staring at each other as your bottom lip quivered.

"Can you feel that heat inside you?" River whispered, holding you flush on his hips. "Feel me inside of you, I want more of that."

You huffed against his beautiful, plushed lips and offered a small twist of a smile. "We got all day and night, baby."

"You're sayin' dangerous words, V," River groaned, shifting you on top of him.

With a few deep breaths, River managed to stand up with hoisting you over his shoulder in tow. You felt his essence slowly dribble down your inside thigh while he carried you back to bed.

"How about we order in, stay in bed, fuck each other raw?" You offered with a tender smile after he graciously dropped you on the mattress.

You rolled onto your back, sitting up on your elbows as you spread your thighs. "Make our own little imaginary litter."

River smirked at you from the side of your bed, his eyes dragging along your body before meeting your gaze. "I can make sure it's not imaginary, V."

You pulled your bottom lip in under your teeth. "All talk for a man so far away."

His eye blazoned with a new sense of urgency, hunger. River's chest heaved slowly as he stepped out of his sweats and climbed over you, taking the backs of your knees up to your chest before glancing at the windows.

"Let's get the shades, lose track of time."

You obliged him, motioning for the cyber shades to shield the sunlight away. In the dim red light of your bed, River braced your knees to his shoulders and angled you over yourself.

"I'll fuck a baby into you right now," River taunted, staring down at your body pressed over yourself.

The words threatened a lick of heat in your belly, almost urging you to get wetter for him.

"I'd like to feel you try," You teased back, already feeling his tip grazing your sensitive pussy.

River snarled softly, pushing through your high-pressed legs to kiss your lips. "You better call Takemura back, tell him tomorrow's no good either."

Bracing your hands to his cheeks, you leaned up and caught his mouth; you attempted to tilt your hips forward to meet his still-throbbing cock, the press already stinging at your insides.

You scoffed in disbelief of his statement, losing your edge when he sank into you again.

A long swear drew from your lips as River leveled his hips to your ass, effectively reaching the hilt. "No tough talk now?"

You edged to shake your head, your synapses short-circuiting instantly at the recurring warmth and girth of your boyfriend.

"That's what I thought," River spat against your lips in a harsh whisper. "Bad girl V, all talk. No bite."

You hissed inwardly through your teeth, ready to speak back but River slid out and drove back in, silencing you a second time.

Your walls were sensitive to no end now, feeling the need to close your legs tight but failing as they were pressed to your chest.

"Does she want to tap out?" River asked, his tone on the precipice of teasing but still genuine. "Is it too much?"

You gasped out a low 'no', your brows knitting together with a upward slope of pinched euphoria. "It's getting real good, don't stop."

River breathed out harshly, a flirty smile on his lips. "That's all I needed to hear."

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i cant stop thinking abt me getting caught by wonwoo in my room while i play w myself using a glass dildo 🫣

Oooh he wouldn't like that very much. You would be touching something that is his. Tsk tsk. Naughty. Wonwoo and his possession kink go brr. (afab reader)

tagging @wonwussy and @multi-kpop-fanfic because laws

He'd just stand here leaning against the wall silently for a moment. His eyes watching the glass enter you slowly. It was almost entrancing. He could see the appeal but how was that better than him?

Wonwoo scoffed to himself, he knew it wasn't. No toy could ever replace him, make you feel the way he could. He had enough, with a few long strides, Wonwoo wraps his hand around yours causing you to gasp. Your eyes open shocked to find your boyfriend staring down at you.

"Wonwoo? I..."

You were going to come up with some excuse, Wonwoo knew that. He couldn't fault you for being needy but at the same time, he would. "You? You what? You couldn't keep your hands or useless toys away from something that belongs to me?"

He could see you were thinking hard, you were going to answer but Wonwoo twists your hand with his sending the toy deeper into you towards the spongy spot that made your toes curl. You let out a moan of his name followed by a soft apology that makes Wonwoo smirk.

"You aren't. Don't lie to me. You are just horny, and I know you can't help that." Lifting his other hand, Wonwoo pushes your hair back almost lovingly sliding the toy from you tossing it on to the bed leaving you clenching around nothing.

"Need you Woo..." He faux pouts at you gripping your chin before you gasp out a loud moan when his hand comes down over your folds with a sharp slap.

"Then beg for my cock, darling. Beg like the pretty little slut you are."

Hard Hours Open

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soo speaking of ballsy, bratty, huffy baby bucky...

i feel like there's one solid, fail proof, filthy-sweet way of pulling that stubborn baby out of his 'lil funk and that is absolutely, completely dumbing him down until his brain melts out of his ears

and i know daddy steve has all the tools to do just that

dumbification kink go brr brrrrr 😌

yes yes yes not me asking you to put this in my inbox so i can write somethinnnnng for it after i had a CRISIS realizing i've never written this with these two okay okay okay...Tags for dumbification, daddy kink, established relationship, humiliation, verbal humiliation, rough sex, blowjob, manhandling, brat taming, dirty talk 💕

"That's a dumb fuckin' baby right there..."

Oh...oh no.

Bucky hiccups. Spit drips down his chin where he kneels, his neglected dick aches something fierce, and he hiccups, breath stuttering tight around his hot mouthful of cock. He feels Steve's words all over his body, the force of them damn near knocking him sideways, fucking him.

The energy within himself, between the two of them, makes its final shift of the evening. And when Steve pulls his hips away from the edge of the bed, cock popping from between Bucky's lips, he feels the last of the fight leave his system.

Dumb...baby?

"D-Daddy?"

"There he is," Daddy all but growls, voice like velvet slipping through Bucky's veins, big hand cupping his chin, other loosely jerking himself off in front of Bucky's face. "Daddy's cock fillin' your throat remind you'a who he is? Make you stupid enough to drop this embarrassing fuckin' act?"

Bucky's head spins as he pants, twirls right up into nothing but wisps of sugary cotton candy. Confused and wrung out, all he can do is open his mouth, show Daddy his tongue and that it's a much better place for Daddy to put his cock.

He's having trouble remembering why he threw such a fit to begin with actually.

"Fuckin' look at you," Daddy mumbles, smearing the swollen tip of his cock along Bucky's lips. He finds himself chasing it before he can stop himself. "Stupid like this, just how I like you— dumb for my Daddy dick."

Bucky doesn't understand what's happening, why he is finding such degradation so hot. But he is. Every one of his actions today have led to this moment, have been begging for this treatment from his Daddy. Every huff, every snap, every eye roll; this is what he was craving from his Daddy.

Bucky shouldn't be surprised Steve would use this moment to show him yet another something, another kink, he may enjoy.

He is surprised that it's this one though.

"Dumb b-baby?" he asks in a small, ragged voice, fingertips pressing into the skin of Steve's meaty thighs. Daddy gives his chin a hard squeeze, slips the same hand up and threads his fingers through Bucky's hair. When he chuckles and shakes his head, Bucky whines.

"Yeah, babylove— dumb. Havin' Daddy's dick on your tongue makes your brain go silly and that's just how I like you, just how you need to be. No thinkin', no runnin' your mouth, no backtalk. Just pliant and pretty and wet for your Daddy to fuck with."

Bucky's brain goes offline.

His eyes roll back into his head when he whines again, high and nasally and needy. He pouts, squirms, opens his mouth wider. He doesn't know why he does this, why he wants to spread his legs, show Daddy his hole, cry around Daddy's cock.

But he doesn't have to know why. He doesn't have to think. He gets to be dumb for Daddy.

"I'm sorry, D-Daddy," he whimpers, and Steve pulls his head forward by his hair, lips smashing against Daddy's shaft messily.

"Nah, I don't think you really are, but we'll talk about that later, sugar. Right now you're gonna let Daddy use this silly little mouth and your silly little body to make up for the shit you put me through today."

Yes, yes Bucky wants that. Daddy deserves it, he deserves it. It's what he's meant for, for Daddy to work out his frustrations, for Daddy to enjoy. Bucky eagerly nods his head just as Daddy impatiently smacks his heavy cock down onto his tongue.

"Now put your mouth on Daddy's balls, my pretty dumb baby. Play with 'em a while. They're heavy and full for you already, but attention from a stupid lil' thing will make the load I drop in you even heavier, come on..."

#askK #my lau tag #daddy steve and baby bucky #my writing #all mistakes are mine #writing this dirty talk actually made me 🤭

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no-phrogs-in-hats · 1 year

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If I Could Turn Back Time

Larissa Weems x fem!reader

A/N: Alright guys it's the chapter you've been waiting for!

Warnings: SMUT, light choking kink, semi public teasing/light smut (in an empty hallway), oral and fingering (r receiving)

Chapter 12 (!!!)

“Alright, class. As you know, the Raven will be held this weekend. We’re still looking for more volunteers to decorate and clean up, so if you’d like to help out, let me know.”

Excited chatters filled the room, but my mind was only on one thing: Larissa. It had been a week since our fight. I felt hurt, I felt regret for snapping at her, I felt horrible for keeping my status as an outcast to myself. If anyone had a right to know, it was her. But I wasn’t in the wrong here.

I watched as the students filed out of the classroom. When the final one left, I shut the door and returned to my desk, tears falling almost immediately. I had barely known this woman for two months and it was already unbearable being without her–for a week, no less. I was a disaster.

In the week that Larissa and I refused to speak to each other, someone else entered into the picture. I sat in the teachers’ lounge at lunch, working on a lesson plan for the following week, when the botany teacher–who I hardly knew–came up to me.

“Is this seat taken?” she asked. Her hair was the same fiery color as her irises. She smiled at me, almost too kind to be benign.

I stared blankly at her before responding. “Erm–yeah!” Her face dropped and I realized what I said. “I mean, no! No! No, the seat isn’t taken.”

“That’s a relief,” she sighed, taking a seat in front of me. “It’s always awkward when I try to sit with the other Outcast teachers. I’ve been trying to work up the courage to ask to sit with you for a while now. I thought, since you're the only other Normie, we could stick together. I’m Marilyn.”

We talked for an hour–mostly about my lesson plans which she seemed overly interested in. I noted the way she laughed, her hand coming to touch my forearm. I told myself she was just being friendly, but there was something more to the looks she gave me.

It was the same for the rest of the week. We became closer, going out to the Weathervane for lunch on Thursday. Larissa ended up walking in as Marilyn and I laughed over something funny I had said. She eyed me and I eyed her, my stomach sinking as I watched her walk past.

In front of me, Marilyn chuckled. “Brr, that was cold. I’ve been told not to get on Principal Weems’ bad side.”

“Nothing but a disagreement,” I said, smiling back.

Friday night, I stood on the outskirts of the room, the bright lights and loud music overwhelming my senses. Beside me, a petite figure appeared and I could see her smiling.

“Enjoying the night so far?” Marilyn asked.

I thought for a moment. “Erm…it’s a bit overwhelming,” I responded. “But, it’s bearable.”

“I know how you feel,” she chuckled. “I never went to school dances during high school.”

“I didn’t either…usually I was suspended, so I couldn’t attend them.”

Marilyn burst out laughing, almost too much–it wasn’t that funny. But her hand touched my forearm as she smiled at me. “Ugh, you are so funny.”

I laughed awkwardly, having no clue what to say. “Well, I try.”

“You know,” she drawled. There was an undertone of seduction in her voice. This had been going on the entire week: in the teachers’ lounge, in the hallway. It was as if she was glued to me. “You and Principal Weems seem to be close.” There it was. “There isn’t…anything going on, is there? I’m just curious.”

“Well, erm…no,” I said, struggling to even think of the words.

Marilyn smiled. “Alright then.” There was a brief pause between us. “Would you maybe wanna go to the Weath–”

“Miss Thornhill!” There was a falsity in the cheery voice behind us.

Marilyn’s demeanor quickly changed, almost irritated at being interrupted by Larissa. “Principal Weems!” she smiled. “Are you enjoying your night, so far?”

“Quite,” Larissa smiled back.

I could see right through that friendly manner of hers. “Principal Weems, what can we do for you?” I asked.

“Actually, I wanted to let you know, Marilyn,” Larissa began, “that there’s a few students out back when they shouldn’t be. Would you mind checking on them for me?”

A visible face of annoyance could be seen, but she swallowed the words she wanted to spit and nodded. “Of course. I was just going to check on something anyway”

Now, Larissa and I were left alone. Silence stood between us as we observed the scene in front of us. She finally spoke up and the anger–or was it jealousy?--was palpable. “So, you and Miss Thornhill are becoming close. One week apart and someone’s already fawning over you.”

“Are you jealous, Principal Weems?” I teased. “Because it certainly sounds like it.” I decided to push her further. “What do you plan on doing about it? There’s no rule in the staff handbook about workplace relationships.”

Something in Larissa seemed to snap. She grabbed my wrist, dragging me out of the hall. When we reached the secluded corridor that her office was in, she pinned me against the wall, kissing my lips fiercely. My body tensed before relaxing in her embrace, relishing in the feeling of her hands roaming further…up my legs…under my skirt…

I gasp as she breaks from my lips and moves to my neck. Brushes of teeth and tongue can be felt as she sucks at my pulse and I grip her hair tightly. “Larissa…”

Her lips brush against my ear as she mutters, “Shhh…we wouldn’t want someone overhearing us now, would we?”

“No–no we wouldn’t,” I whisper as she continues to move from one side of my neck to the other. “Larissa, we should–probably–we should–fuck–” I’m cut off with a low groan as her fingers move my underwear to the side, running up and down my slit.

“I think we should too, darling,” she said.

My breathing sped up as I tried to gather my thoughts. “No, I mean–we–” My head fell back against the wall with a breathy moan.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she sighed, her fingers moving in and out tantalizingly slow. “You’re so wet for me.”

I took a deep breath and decided to dig myself a deeper grave. “And how do you know it’s for you, Principal Weems?”

In a flash, her hand had removed itself from my underwear and gripped my face. “Look at me,” she said, her voice deep in lust. Larissa squeezed my cheeks, forcing my face up. I looked into her eyes–they had turned at least a shade darker. “Who else would this be for, hm? Are you such a desperate slut that you’ll take a fucking from anyone who asks?” Before I could respond, she continued. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” I breathed.

“That’s right,” Larissa said softly. Her grip turned light as she looked over me. “You’re mine. Not Marilyn’s. Mine.”

Her hand traveled back down, fingers torturing and teasing me. My mind was clouded by the pleasure she gave me, but it wasn't enough. “Larissa, please…fuck me, please.”

I could feel her smirk against my neck as I whimpered and whined beneath her. To my misery, she removed her hand. “You just can’t stay quiet can you?” Her hand came down to grab my wrist, yanking me behind her and pushing me into her office. Larissa pressed me against the closed door and leaned in close. “I think this is much more…private.”

Without a word, I pulled her to my lips. Heavy breaths tangled together and our hands grasped at each other, my fingers traveling to the back of her dress to unzip it. She held me close in her arms before her hands slipped under my thighs and hoisted me up. Larissa carried me to a separate room off the side of her office. I felt myself fall onto the bed, the absence of Larissa’s body heat sending a chill through my spine as I watched her undress in front of me.

Larissa removed her gloves finger-by-finger, grinning as I frantically took my dress off.

“Oh, wait!” she blurted. “Hold on!”

She hurried over to the vanity on the other side of the room. Taking out a makeup wipe, she removed the bright lipstick that was already smudged and the rest of her makeup.

Larissa came back over and smiled. “Alright, there. That’s better.” She climbed on top of me, hands on either side of my head as her lips hovered over mine. As I parted my lips slightly, anticipating a sweet kiss, she grinned and pulled back, chuckling. “Oh, darling, you are so adorable.”

She finally gave me what I wanted, and as she did, I reached around to her hair. After pulling out the pins, I pulled away. I smiled up at her, admiring the way her hair fell around us and cascaded around her shoulders. I ran my fingers through it and she peered down at me, confused. “What?”

“Nothing,” I said before pecking her on the lips. “You are just so beautiful.”

The very compliment alone seemed to fluster her more than the fact that we laid in her bed fully naked together. A bright crimson spread through her cheeks and I giggled as I pulled her lips back to mine. I felt her knee slot itself between my legs before her hand wandered down to my thigh, gripping it harshly and going back up to my hip.

She took obvious delight in the way I shivered as her thumb simply brushed the spot where it poked out, grinning against my lips before moving her way down to my neck and chest, nipping and sucking at the skin as she went. My back arched when she got to my thighs, my core aching with need, but she continued to tease.

“Larissa, please…” My words came out muttered, but there was still desperation in the tone.

She chuckled lowly. “Just working you up, darling.”

“Well it’s working,” I groaned. “Please, ju–oh fuck…” Cut off by my own moans, my head fell back onto the pillow–this woman’s tongue was practically magic. Every lick, every pattern drawn brought me closer to the ecstasy that I so desperately craved from her. I could feel her grin against me, knowing exactly what she was doing to me. My hand wandered from the pillow beneath my head to my breasts before going to my throat and squeezing lightly.

I could hear her chuckle above my bored breathing. “Oh, what a naughty girl you are.”

Looking down, I watched as Larissa reached up to remove my hand, replacing it with her own. My mind grew fuzzy and as Larissa squeezed my throat, all I could think about was the pleasure building and building. “Oh, god, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

To make matters worse–or better–her fingers came up to my entrance, sliding in easily and curling immediately. My back arched and I completely fell apart. Her hand around my throat came down to my leg, keeping me open as continued torture me in the best way possible. She was relentless that night, pushing me over the edge over and over again until I was begging for her to stop.

With my hands in her hair, I pushed Larissa away and caught my breath. She smiled at me and crawled up, kissing me sweetly. I wiped the remnants of pleasure off her chin, humming in delight as I tasted her on my tongue. The weight of her on top of me was comforting and she settled beside me, pulling me into her arms.

“You look exhausted,” she giggled.

“With your talent?” I mused. “It’s impossible not to be.” There was silence between us before I spoke up in the darkness. “I’m sorry…for not telling you about me being an Outcast.”

“Don’t,” she said softly. I looked up at her as she ran her fingers through my hair. “You’re not obligated to tell me anything. Besides,” she continued, “I should be the one apologizing. You’re right–and Miss Addams in this case.” She seemed to hesitate at confirming Wednesday was right. “We shouldn’t ignore the actions committed against Outcasts or they’ll just happen again. I’m sorry.”

I smiled up at her. “What matters is that you’re able to acknowledge it. That’s the first step toward progress.”

She held me tighter and kissed my forehead, the sound of her breathing and the feeling of our bodies entwined enough to send me into the bliss of sleep.

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