#tried to look for some stuff in an innocuous tag and my fucking GOD it's dire in there. this canNOT be the state of feminism
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HI, FEMINISM IS NEEDED AND WOMEN EXPERIENCE OPPRESSION FOR BEING WOMEN, MISOGYNY IS NOT OVER.
AND I WILL NOT LET THE FUCKING T/RFS AND R/DFEMS GET A MONOPOLY ON THIS DISCUSSION
#tried to look for some stuff in an innocuous tag and my fucking GOD it's dire in there. this canNOT be the state of feminism#that the people being consistently loud about it are these fucking people#(who like. very often just circle around to misogyny again! but it's pRoGrEsSiVe now)#we live in hell!!
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Showered in Love
E voila! My first piece of filth (hopefully of many, regardless of how long it takes my dumb ass to write it!)! I have no excuses, no reason other than I just want to take care of one (1) beautiful, dumb birdbrain. In whatever way possible. But we all came here to be horny, so horny it is! 🤣🤣🤣
But seriously, I hope you enjoy this entirely self-indulgent smut! I tried to keep the reader pretty neutral physicaly and focus more on the feeling, but please let me know if you notice anything there I might have missed or that I could improve on! Ask or dm, just please be respectful and polite! I'm new so I'm sure I have ways I could improve and I'm open to editing/updating to make it more inclusive! 💗
Warnings: explicit, handjob, shower sex, very subby Keigo, nipple play, body worship (?), real tender smut, comfort sex
And here you go! Tagging some people who might be interested!
@queensynderella @heyitswhiplash @lovekeigo @keilemlucent @keiqos
It had been a hard day.
Not for you. Your day had been ordinary in every sense. Nothing alarming or even really exciting had interrupted the normal scheme of your work schedule. You had arrived home a bit tired, but in an innocuously pleasant mood and put an easy to make casserole in the oven before working on the various little chores that helped keep the apartment clean.
You had been in the middle of moving the laundry from the washer to the dryer when he’d come in.
He had used the window.
That wasn’t ominous by itself. He used the window more often than not. The large window with the spacious balcony had been a must have when the two of you had bought the place and was a much more frequent feature of take off than the intended front door to the place. You probably would have been more concerned if he’d actually used that door.
Ok, that wasn’t true. You were just making morbid mental jokes to ease your own tension.
You weren’t scared.
You were worried.
You were sad.
You were hurting.
Because… he was.
An anxious little ball was twisting knots in your stomach. Crinkles marked the edges of your eyes as you turned off the oven and stood at the counter, contemplating his arrival.
He didn’t call out to you when he came in.
That should have been the first clue.
Keigo always called out to you when he arrived home unless he knew you were already asleep. It amazed you that he was constantly excited to see you when he got home. The light in his eyes traveled across his entire voice and even lightened his voice, taking his normal boyish sarcasm and lifting it to almost child-like wonder. The happy way he greeted you made your heart dance like a butterfly every single time.
But he didn’t this time.
He’d surprised you. You’d nearly jumped out of your skin when he first walked by. Silent as a ghost, you’d only noticed the movement out of the very corner of your eye and adrenaline had shot through your veins. You whipped around into a low stance, ready to fight God and the universe if they were attacking you in your own home. But God was nowhere to be found.
Keigo had stood, frozen to the spot, looking at you with blank eyes and an uncomprehending expression. It felt like the world had stopped. Not in a figurative, emotional sense. He had just been so still that you weren’t sure the world hadn’t stopped with him. You stood, unmoving and waiting for Keigo to move. Say hello. Give you a hug. Anything.
He didn’t.
And you knew something was wrong.
“Kei,” you’d breathed, moving to rush over to him and engulf him in your arms.
“Dove.”
You stopped.
The strangled, heavy sound of his voice sent a shiver down your back even now. God, it grated on your heart. Simultaneously beaten by an unspeakable harshness and weighed down by all the abyssal truths you knew he carried like Atlas.
Without another word he’d passed by, red wings trailing on the floor behind him in evidence of his exhaustion. That was… different.
The click of the bathroom door closing had broke your heart to pieces.
The sound of the shower starting was normally soothing, but today it was just another layer to the tension that had swept into the apartment on crimson wings.
And now he had been in there for twenty minutes.
Keigo was not a long shower person. Didn’t like wasting water. Which was a convenient excuse to shower together, but also how he really felt about it. He was just too impatient and showering wasn’t one of those things he liked to devote his sparse time to.
But he was still in there.
With pursed lips, you took the casserole from the oven and found a spot in the fridge. Another night. The dryer was started and before you could let the hurt surrounding Keigo scare you off, you went to him.
The bathroom door opened noiselessly to your touch. A waft of steam wet your face and you could feel the intense heat of the room within seconds. A purring, mechanic whirr from the fan masked the sound of the door closing, but you were sure Keigo knew you were in there. His feathers wouldn’t have missed the vibrations of the door, even dampened by the buffer of the water.
You were quiet as you undressed. Eyeing his clothes piled randomly across the floor, you went to the cabinet in the corner and brought out something you’d been saving for a treat. Tender eyes flicked to Keigo.
A spike of worry knotted your chest.
He hadn’t moved since you’d entered the bathroom.
He was just standing, water colliding with his bare skin and streaming down his frame to join the small pool at his feet. You wished you could fully appreciate the sight of his naked body. You wished you felt better about being able to see drop after drop caress every plane and curve of his skin. He was so gorgeous.
But your heart wasn’t in the heated looks you wanted to send.
You entered the shower slowly, taking care not to slip on slick tiles. The extra treat was deposited on the shelf full of soap, shampoo, and other hygiene products.
He was so warm as you slipped your arms around his torso and molded your body into the curve of his back. Your hands clasped, pulling him close. And for a moment you just stood, as close physically as you possibly could be. It didn’t feel like enough. His mind was far away still, lost in the echoes of some terrible, terrible secret he could never tell you. Soft cadences of breathe left you drowning in the feeling of him, letting your mind drift away from the thoughts of those secrets and bringing your own worries back to the very real man held so closely before you.
Keigo often complained about his lack of height and how he wished he had more back muscle, but you loved the lean, corded muscles. They were perfect to you. You also loved the fact that you could lay your head perfectly into the curve at the back of his neck and murmur into his ear.
“Hey there, feathers.”
He pooled into your touch and the tension drained away with those wandering rivulets of water. It wasn’t completely gone but the edge was softened. It was a butter knife now, useful but it wasn’t going to cut you for getting too close.
“Dooove.”
This time, when his voice came out strangled it was less… heartbreaking.
“Yes, love?”
No answer. Maybe he needed a bit of help.
“Do you need something.”
A single, slow nod.
You breathed into the feel of him. “Do you need me to take care of you?”
Oh god. The tiniest, strangled whimper kissed your ears as Keigo nodded again, leaning back into your frame. The shower-wet feathers of his wings pressed themselves into your body. You could feel them against every warm, vulnerable inch of flesh. A quick shift left your wandering fingers trailing downward across his abdomen dangerously. Feathers ruffling against your body had you biting your lip and holding back a moan. Those fingers found the wet, curled hairs that framed his groin and the moan ripped free, settling on the weight of anticipation. The feathers on his wings positively shivered while you traced the tight swoops of those golden curls. You knew them well, but still loved twirling your hands through them. A bit more wiry than the hair on his head, they were still surprisingly soft and springy. Keigo assured you he loved your own curls, but the downy feel of his never ceased to make you the slightest bit jealous.
Wet flashes of red spun out the corners of your eyes as his wings shuddered and shifted against the onslaught of your hands teasing through Keigo’s hair. He cried out as your left hand reached up to card through the wet hair on his head. You matched the twirling of each hand, one at his brow and one at his groin and groaned loudly into the crook of his neck. His feathers were dancing against your skin.
Fortunately, you weren’t the only one making noise.
Pain mixed with pleasure as you kneaded your bottom lip. You reveled in the sweet, sweet noises that left Keigo’s throat with each tender swirl of your hand. They were soft, high, and so very needy. So very perfect.
“Keigo.” You placed gentle kisses into the space behind his ear. “I’m here to help, to take care of you. But I need to know what you need.” More kisses. “Do you want me to wrap you up in a blanket and feed you your favorite food? Or do you need to fuck this out?”
A moan escaped that was dangerously close to a whine.
“Ohhh, I love it when you cry for me, babe. But I need your words right now.”
“Fucking.” His words were full of heat and light with breathlessness.
“Ok, love. What kind? Fuck me senseless?” You paused, waiting for a reaction. Nothing notable. Your tongue found your lips as you considered your next words and the actions they might lead to. “Do I need to take care of my good boy?”
He went still. The sound that echoed across the empty bathroom tiles was the stuff of fantasy. You felt yourself clench and knew at that moment exactly what he needed.
“Mm, ok.” You moved away and delighted in the way Keigo’s entire body followed, trying to sink back into your hold. “I’ve got you. Let me take care of you, love.”
And he stayed where he was, so still you couldn’t believe it save for the heaving of his chest and nearly imperceptible trembling of his wings. You placed a kiss to the edge of his feathers and reached blindly behind you to grab the treat from before.
He sighed into the contact.
It wasn’t anything quite that special. Just a body wash that you knew Keigo particularly liked. The smell always had him burying his head in whatever piece of skin was available, to fold himself in the scent. It had been backordered for several months and you’d gotten your hands on it as a surprise for your lover. You’d planned to bring it out on some sort of special, happy day, but today it seemed like the perfect little surprise to pamper him with.
Covering your hands with the gel, you encompassed him again and started with washing his shoulders. Gentle hands smoothed over hot skin and worked at the tight muscles.
A gasp ran through his body when the smell reached him.
“Dove, you’re spoiling me.”
Hands slid to his back, carefully avoiding the sodden wings. Those got a special treatment and didn’t take well to body wash. Not friends with the mundane, human hygiene products.
“And?” You nearly sang. His tight ass was next and you knelt behind him to take your time carefully washing down each leg. Every curve and crevice was gently attended to. He whined as you swept your hands within touch of each area he wanted you to stroke most. Naturally, you pulled away as soon as it seemed like you might actually touch him there. Deep melodious laughter filled the spaces between his high, endless keening. You could tell the moment he felt your breath smoothing over the supple curve of his ass. The resounding whines cut off abruptly and the intense, broad heaves of his chest quickened and almost fluttered.
You hovered.
He stopped breathing entirely.
You began to stand and as you did, you placed a sweet, yet scorching kiss to the soft plane of each beautiful, taut, trembling ass cheek.
That earned you a whiny, desperate laugh. The chuckle choked off as soon as you melded into his body again, hands sliding around to cup his pecs.
You breathed into his ear and with each gentle word, your hands swept across his chest in ever tightening circles, slowly closing in on the sweet little jewels at the center. “If I’m taking care of you, it’s my job to spoil you. Don’t you think?” Tender fingers found his nipples, already pert and ready, and rolled the little buds in soapy circles.
His moans strangled and stuttered. Grasping hands reached back, clawing at something, anything, to hold to. He needed an anchor. He needed grounding in the midst of every bit of mind-numbing pleasure roiling and writhing through his weary nerves. He found your hips and clung like a man drowning, gasping for air and up to his head in a river of luxuriant ecstasy. He never wanted to surface again. He would drown in this flood of euphoria if you’d let him.
You slowed with his nipples when you felt his hips begin to make messy, haphazard, not-quite thrusts into thin air.
You knew without a doubt that your beautiful bird could and would cum right here without a single bit of direct stimulation to his cock. He was so worked up, you could see clearly in your mind the moment he’d burst, spreading hot cum all over from just the endless, maddening rolling of his nipples. It made you clench and squeeze like mad just to think of it.
But that wasn’t quite what you wanted. And you could tell it wasn’t quite what Keigo needed. Ok, you thought it wasn’t the right thing for him, but you felt like you had a pretty good grip on what this wonderful man needed at the moment. And he had put his trust in you. He had given over to you the gift of taking care of him. He had surrendered the responsibility of deciding himself what he needed and given that to you. You would never betray that trust by doing something you didn’t think was to his direct and utmost benefit. Or to his highest pleasure.
Your boy trusted you and you were going to take care of him thoroughly.
Previous conversations and past experience had revealed that, while the nipple orgasms were overwhelming and utterly consumed him with rolling, trembling waves pleasure, they weren’t as wholly sating as direct stimulation. They left him boneless and weak, but not finished.
You wanted him absolutely wrung out.
Those half thrusts quickened and you left his nipples alone.
He was too overwhelmed to even complain.
“Good boy.” Wandering hands ventured south. “My sweet, wonderful good boy.”
His head lolled back and wings twitched weakly at the feeling of your fingers in his curls again. However, you didn’t linger in those cute little whirls of hair for long. You had a prize to find.
And find it you did.
He was so hard you couldn’t help but bite your lip in excitement. Deep, reaching breaths wracked his torso as your hands moved down his cock at a torturous pace. As it was, several seconds passes before you found your way to the very tip. God, he was leaking. Mapping out the contours of his gorgeous, aching cock, you felt around the head and spent the time to rub at the slit as slowly as possible. Back and forth, over and over, relishing the tiny, twitchy thrusts that accompanied the motion.
A long, shaky, drawn-out whine from Keigo filled your head and you nearly lost it as the feeling of a fresh spurt of precum met your thumb.
“Oh, oh. My precious, precious boy. You like that so much, don’t you?”
“Yee-eeees!” Without warning, his hips canted forward just the slightest creating friction across the tip.
Oh, that was enough. He was ready to burst and deserved the reward of a full-force orgasm. What a magnificent, wonderful man. And he was all yours to equally ruin and cherish with each maddening stroke.
Without warning, you began the move your hands up and down the length of his cock.
Keigo’s reaction was instant. The long, never-ending whines raised in pitch and shortened, creating a rhythm in time with your stroking. His breathing became chaotic, devolving into a staccato mess of sharp, desperate gasps and bone-deep, shuddering exhales that reached into your core and drove you wild. And through it all, his wings pitched in erratic, arrhythmic twitches he couldn’t even begin to control. Starting at the top, where you nibbled and teased the sensitive skin connecting back to wing, they ruffled and writhed in waves all the way down to the feathers at the very tips.
It was a wonder to watch, but your attention was soon drawn back to his face. You could only see the edges standing behind him, but you knew your bird and you knew what he looked like when he was lost like this. His faces were rapturous. Brow scrunched, eyebrows tilted up. If his eyes were open, they’d be lifted skyward like he was praying to some unknown god of divine ecstasy. If they were closed, the corners would be crinkled. Every now and then, they’d crinkle even more, squeezing tight as he was undone by his own body. His head was angled back, leaning against your shoulder. He was too encompassed by the feel of your hands on his cock to keep his head up. But that was ok. More than ok. He didn’t need to keep himself up. That’s what you were here for.
His mouth was hanging open. That you could see. Soft, lush lips slack and loosing the melodic aria of fucked out whines to cascade around you like a filthy sonnet.
Those adorable, overwhelmed whines reverberated through Keigo and into your frame, consuming your mind with the sensuous joy of utterly ruining the gorgeous man leaning against you. The one struggling not to fuck himself into your hands. He was so good.
“C’mon, big boy, move for me.”
And he did, like the perfect man he was.
God, you loved to see him fuck himself senseless into your hands. You loved seeing him drive himself to that ultimate high while you got to coo praise into his ear and feel the way he throbbed and thrust with each tender, adoring word.
One of your hands left his dick and returned to torture his nipple.
God, you almost came right there.
Everything synced.
The stroking of your hand across the length of his aching cock, the squeezing of his sensitive, budded nipple, the endless, rasping circle of reaching breaths. The instant your hand found that pretty little bud, the thrusting of his hips shifted into a circular, full torso roll. They undulated in an involuntary, uninhibited dance of fucked out delirium. And the uncontrolled twitching of his wings changed to match, exactly, the rhythm of his hips. They beat in overwhelmed circles perfectly in sync with the smooth, svelte, seeking roll of Keigo’s hips into the tight grip of your hand.
And then he was lost.
He shattered. He was consumed.
A thousand pieces of brilliant, fiery, piercing pleasure shot through him and wrapped around his very center. A glorious flood overtook his senses and it was all he could do to stay upright with each roiling wave stronger than the last. Hot, white cum shot out and coated the shower wall and floor, rope after rope arcing with the crest of each radiant spike of pleasure.
As for you?
You came almost in unison, the orgasm a pleasant surprise. When Keigo came, his wings went utterly wild; shivering, shaking, twisting, ruffling, writhing. The sudden friction of unexpected stimulation combined with the height of desire you achieved from driving Keigo to Nirvana pushed you over that knife’s edge into a slow, deep, yet surprisingly powerful orgasm.
And there the two of you were, both glued to each other, hips undulating in a carnal dance of mind-numbing orgasm until finally, finally the two of you slowly began the careful descent from bliss. You buried your face in his neck and focused on the sensual feeling of two bodies moving against each other, labored breaths adding extra friction in the aftermath. Warm, milky cum gushed over your hand. Keigo’s cock was still oozing and his hips still jerking in tiny, uncoordinated rolls.
Humming into his skin, you relaxed into the cool down. That was so fucking sexy.
You let go of his softening dick before he could accidentally overstim himself. Not tonight.
However, you couldn’t help but keep your hand on his nipple, twisting and peeking down to see how his hips jolted weakly with each tweak of the perky bud.
You clenched as you caught sight of his softened cock spurting little bursts of seed with each tweak.
After a minute or so, you let up. It was time to let him come down.
But you didn’t let go of him. Instead you wrapped your hands tight around him, reveling in the feel of his breath slowing. A final, deep, shuddering exhale had him leaning back against you, completely boneless in your tender arms.
“Dove.” Keigo’s head turned and he leaned his forehead against yours. “Thank you,” he breathed against your skin.
“Mmm, don’t mention it.” Tired arms squeezed a little tighter in their embrace. “You all good? Or do you need to be fucked up a little bit more?”
His chuckle danced through both of your bodies. “I’m good, lovebird. You got me real good.” He wiggled around to face you. It was his turn to circle you in his arms, pull you close, bask in the way you molded to his body, melting into his hold. He kissed your hair and the two of your stayed that way for a while, spent and sated and utterly content together.
Keigo broke your silence, low voice weaving through the sound of the shower and caressing your ears.
“You know what I am good for though?” He paused, but didn’t wait for a real response. Which was good, because you hadn’t planned on anything beyond a wordless grunt. “You, me, some delivery, no clothes, and the fluffiest blankets we own.”
You hummed into his neck.
“Lights down low, we eat some food, then we snuggle together as close as two people can without fucking.”
A peal of laughter caught the tired edges of your voice. “Ah, you almost made that sweet.”
He spluttered. “That was super sweet!”
“Almost.”
“Entirely.”
“Mmm.” You dipped your head without warning and took his sensitive nipple into your mouth, pulling at it lightly with your teeth.
Keigo’s entire body spasmed, still sensitive in the wake of his earlier orgasm. His dick twitched against your torso as he groaned deep down inside his throat.
“Careful, babybird, or I’ll ruin you again.”
He whined at the pet name and crushed your body even closer.
Looks like he wasn’t as fucked out as he thought.
Your lips twitched in a small smile as you grabbed his ass, pulling him almost unbearably tight against you, and continued teasing his nipple with your teeth. Grinding slowly on his hardening cock, you drowned yourself in the sublime sound of his resounding moans.
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Caring For Kitten (RDR2 Fanfic, Prisoner AU, 18+ ONLY)
Summary: Charles and you are planning to have a nice weekend together, complete with good meals, great sex, and fantastic aftercare. To your surprise, he gives you something that means more than you think.
Author’s Notes: @arthurs-atonement and I were thirsting over Charles one day, and the topic of bath time with Charles was brought up. And thus… this.
Tags: charles x reader, D/s, aftercare, tender love, rough sex, accidental injury, bathtub sex, slice of life, fluff
Find it on AO3 here!
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You sat at your coffee table, happily munching away on some naan that Charles had made. You were pretty sure the man was fattening you up, but everything he made was so delicious, you couldn't help yourself. As you reached for a third piece, you heard Charles call your name.
“What?”
"You saving any room for actual dinner?"
"Uh…" you pulled your hand away and sighed. You didn't want to eat so much that you couldn't have fun times later. You distracted yourself with the television, streaming silly cat videos until food was ready.
As Charles brought over two bowls, spoons, and a steaming plate of curry and rice, you squealed with delight and dug in.
"God, how do you cook so well?"
Charles shrugged. “Taught myself a lot. And it’s relaxing.”
You wondered if he had done it for a living at some point in his life; he had told you some of his past, like how Arthur had been his roommate before Arthur got put in jail for trying to steal his tools back from a man who had hired them to build a wall in his backyard, and had decided to just keep the tools too. He had told you that he and Arthur used to work at a club in a big city, but he wouldn’t say where or what kind of club; “just a club,” he’d always say. You didn’t press him more than twice; clearly he didn’t want to talk about it.
Sopping up the last of the curry in your bowl with your fourth and final piece of naan, you popped the morsel into your mouth and chewed slowly, savoring the spices and flavor. You raised your eyes to Charles, who was watching you with a soft smile on his face.
“Whut,” you mumbled past the food in your mouth.
“Nothing, I just like seeing you enjoy my cooking, that’s all.”
You chewed and swallowed, and took a big gulp of water. “It’s good stuff. I can’t believe I’m so lucky to have you,” you said nonchalantly.
Charles blinked and let out an amused breath. “You say things like that with zero gravitas,” he remarked.
“Eh, there’s no need for that high falutin’ shit; I figure I’ll just say it like it is and let actions speak for themselves.”
He laughed. “Wise words.” Getting up, he took all the dishes back to the kitchen and started cleaning while you flopped down on the rug and stared at the ceiling. You were exhausted; you almost had a double shift yesterday, and worked a few additional hours today. Your boss had tried to send you home early, not wanting you to exhaust yourself, but you ended up staying when a woman brought in a kitten with a wounded tail. You just couldn’t leave when you heard its pained mews and just instinctively went to help.
Your boss both praised you for your work ethic, and yelled at you for not going home to rest. She reworked your schedule to have an additional day off this week, and sent you home with an order not to check your email for two days.
You slowly blinked, the tiredness from the past work week sinking into your bones. Combined with the good food and comfortable rug beneath you, your body relaxed. Perhaps a bit too much.
***
You woke up in bed, the sunlight glaring through the window.
“Oh, shit,” you muttered. Were you that tired that you just slept the whole night away? Lifting your head to look at your clock, you groaned softly when you saw it was 7:04 AM. Pretty sure you had finished dinner around 8PM. You sighed.
Then you turned over and looked at Charles, who was sleeping soundly with his back to you. Grinning, you wrapped your body around his, though it seemed rather pathetic, you trying to be the big spoon. He was huge, it was like a koala clinging to a thick tree. Still, you nuzzled his skin and sighed happily.
“Morning, wildcat,” he mumbled, and you mewled playfully in response. Turning around in your arms, he pulled you into his embrace and kissed your forehead.
“Feeling better?”
“Yeah. Refreshed, for sure.”
“Good. I have plans for you.”
***
Charles told you he had to go run some errands and would be back in a couple hours. So you cleaned yourself up, showering and brushing your teeth and other stuff. You picked up around your apartment and did adult things (paying bills, balancing your budget, bleh) until you heard Charles knock on the door.
“What’d you get me?” you said jokingly as you opened the door. When he smiled mysteriously, your eyes widened in shock.
“No, no, we talked about this. No gifts unless they’re under five dollars, and even then, you know how I feel about accepting gifts,” you said hotly.
“It’s more for me than for you,” he said as he shut the door behind him. “But I think you’ll enjoy it too.”
He put his hands on your shoulders and turned you around.
“Lift your hair up.”
You did so, and when you felt something soft slip around your neck, a smile grew on your face. You felt the cool metal chain on the back of your neck and trailing down between your shoulder blades. Then Charles turned you back around.
“Come see.”
He led you to the bathroom and turned on the light. The dark red velvet choker necklace had simple green leaves embroidered around it. There was a pendent in the middle, and it had the word “kitten” written in an elegant script.
“It’s… it’s beautiful,” you said, unable to hold back your smile. Then you turned to him and frowned. “Goddammit, I told you not to buy me nice things,” you chastised, even though you were also thrilled to bits.
Charles wrapped an arm around your waist, and then reached for the thin chain, tugging on it to force your head back. “I told you. It’s more for me than you.”
He captured your lips, his hand wandering up to cup your breast, kneading it through the fabric. When he finally let you up for air, he released the chain and chuckled.
“What?” you asked, puzzled.
He pointed at your Tenga Iroha stick vibrator, just sitting on your bathroom counter, out in the open. “You shouldn’t leave that out and around, someone will notice.”
You scoffed. The vibrator just looked like a tube of lipstick, innocuous. “No one's pointed it out before… just you.”
Charles tilted his head. “Hm.” He grabbed it off the counter and smirked at you. Taking the end of your chain, he guided you to the bedroom.
***
“Take off your clothes.”
You eagerly removed everything, taunting him by going slow, stripping playfully for him. He stood, arms crossed, watching your every move. You knew you were going to pay for your teasing, but you couldn’t help it. When you flung your panties past him, he finally walked towards you.
“Lay down.”
You swatted at his pecs.
He grabbed your wrists and wrestled you down onto the bed as you laughed.
“Such a bad kitten,” he said in a low voice. “Needs training.” He spread your legs, holding them down with his knees as he palmed your breasts with one hand, kneading and teasing them in turn. Then he twisted the vibrator on, the hum sounding ominous as he slowly lowered it to your pussy. He teased around your clit at first, making sure you knew he controlled your pleasure.
“Will you behave?”
You stuck your tongue out at him.
He grinned and pushed the vibrator against your clit. You cried out, surprised by the sudden burst of sensation.
Charles expertly moved the vibrator around your clit and around your pussy, dipping it inside of you every once in a while. Waves of intense pleasure followed by a soft thrum of bliss went through your body, your mind drifting off as you gave in to his touch. Whatever he gave, whether it was his hand caressing you as he stroked every inch of your skin, or his wet tongue on your nipple, you took it gladly and begged for more.
“More Charles, I want more!”
He raised an eyebrow at you. “Oh? Such a needy pet.” He stepped away from you completely, and you let out a sob. He set down the vibrator and took off his clothes, slowly, teasing you in return. You knew you were going to pay.
When you got up and tried to help him take off his pants, he none too gently shoved you back on the bed. When you tried again, he grabbed you, flipped you over, and held your wrists at your back as he dropped his pants.
“Bad kitten,” he growled, and pushed his cock against your entrance. “You know what that means.”
You mewled.
His huge cock took you slowly, stretching you as he kept you held down. You grunted as he filled you completely, his hips pushed up against your ass.
“Will you be good?”
You shoved against him with your hips.
He let out a short bark of a laugh before crushing your body against the bed. Grabbing the chain, he pulled, making you lift your head up so he could kiss you as he began to fuck you vigorously. It was so good, so fierce, and you were humping him back just as rigorously, until…
“Ow!”
Charles immediately froze. He let you go as you slid off him and curled up in a fetal position.
“Tell me what you need,” he said.
“Just give me a minute,” you gritted out. After a few deep breaths, you laughed shakily. “I think I may have fucked too hard. My pussy feels sore.”
He just nodded, sitting next to you and running his hands through your hair. “I’m sorry.”
“Not your fault,” you responded. “I shouldn’t have humped you so hard.”
He leaned down to kiss your temple. “Let’s be more careful next time,” he said, artfully dodging any potential arguments about whose fault it was. “I’ll run you a bath.”
You watched as he pulled a bag of bath salts from the same bag that your collar had been in. “Bath salts?”
Nodding, Charles went into the bathroom and you heard the sounds of your tub being filled. Coming back out to you, he lifted you up carefully and carried you into the bathroom. The scent of lavender filled the air as he stepped into the tub and lowered himself down, moving you to sit between his legs. He moved to take your collar off, but you held his hand and shook your head. He let go of the clasp and left it on.
It was a small tub, the two of you fitting in tightly, but it just meant you could use Charles as a giant body pillow as he massaged your shoulders and back. He let you soak, his hands working their magic on your whole body, relaxing you so much that you closed your eyes and dozed peacefully for a few minutes, leaning back against his broad chest.
“How are you feeling?” he finally asked when you looked up at him to kiss his chin.
“Really good. Thank you,” you replied, reaching up to tangle your fingers in his hair. You started to move your hips, feeling his cock twitch beneath you.
“Aren’t you sore?”
“Just a little. Anyway, I want your cock inside me.” You moved your legs to the outside of his, continuing to undulate your hips against him.
Charles laughed softly as he grabbed your hips and lifted you up just high enough to let his cock nudge your entrance, then slowly lowered you down. You sighed happily as he filled you back up again, the threshold between pleasure and pain wavering. When you were fully seated in his lap, his shaft completely inside, he wrapped his hands around your breasts as you moved, your back sliding against his chest in the water.
He thrust up into you, unable to control himself as he slid a hand down into the water to play with your clit. Rubbing you with a gentle touch, you felt your pleasure building up with each stroke, his other hand playing with your nipples, his lips against your neck.
“You feel so good, kitten,” he praised in his deep voice. “You want to be filled up?”
“Yes, please,” you begged.
“Be a good pet and come for me.” He grabbed your breasts with both hands and started thrusting harder into you. You panted and reached down to your clit, pushing yourself to your climax.
“Oh fuck,” you cried out as your body spasmed and you slammed your body against his and twitched your hips. He grabbed the chain of your collar with one hand and pulled, growling as he followed you into a mindless ecstasy, pumping his seed deep within you.
Falling back against his chest, you could feel Charles breathing hard as you caught your breath, his cum leaking from you as he slipped from your body. You looked up at him, and for a moment, he just looked at you like he was drunk, a big grin on his face.
Then you winced.
He scowled.
“Did you push yourself too far again?” he scolded.
You grinned innocently. “Would I do that?”
He rolled his eyes at you. “Someone has to take care of you.”
You nuzzled his neck. “That’s why you’re here.”
He wrapped his arms around you and sighed. “Silly kitten.” He caressed the collar around your neck. “Why didn’t you want to take off the collar?”
You smiled. “Because you gave it to me.” Reaching behind you to tousle his hair, you sighed happily. “Besides, you like how it looks on me, don’t you?”
He kissed the top of your head. “I like you, wildcat.”
***
After the two of you cleaned up and dried off, Charles carried you to the bed to lay down. You curled up in his lap like a cat as he stroked your head.
“Charles?”
“Hmm?”
“How did you know to bring bath salts?”
“I’ve been meaning to buy some. I know I’m… big. I don’t want to hurt you, but like today, I know accidents happen. Wanted to be prepared.”
You twisted in his lap so you could look up at him. He was wearing just boxer shorts, and seeing him from below just made him seem bigger, almost frightfully large.
But to you, he was just your big cuddly bear, and you knew he’d never hurt you. You held your arms up, and he picked you up with ease and sat you up in his lap so you could wrap your arms around his neck. His arms wrapped around your torso, his hands splayed out on your back, and he held you close. The chain of your collar felt cool on your skin, the velvet soft against your neck, and you smiled; you hadn’t taken it off this whole time, and neither had he. The two of you stayed like that, just holding each other peacefully.
“Please stay,” you whispered.
“Always,” he whispered back.
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End Notes: I read three articles about bathtub sex, and I still made stuff up. Anyway. Hope you enjoyed this peek into their daily lives! Next part, back to Arthur & Prison Guard!Reader for some kinky fun. Thanks for reading!
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