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Burning the Midnight Flame

By BadWolfLoki

Oberyn Martell x Female Reader, OC Female, OC Male

Tags: anal sex, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, cum eating, double penetration, orgy/foursome, breeding kink, pregnancy kink

You stand in front of the door, staring at the old wood. It’s not quite rotten, but it’s clearly seen better days. You stare at the old paint peeling off in large flakes, and the tarnished brass lettering on the door. “Dornish Delight” it reads. You raise your closed fist, hesitating momentarily, then knocking on the door. There is no answer. You knock again, louder this time. The door flies open, and an older woman opens the door. She has long blonde hair tied in a bun and a no-nonsense look on her face.

“Please, come in.”

You step inside, fidgeting with your fingernails, and take a look around. The Dornish Delight is a somewhat dark and seedy place. The walls are painted a dingy and faded red, and the décor is a mixture of old and contemporary furniture. There is an atmosphere of sin and debauchery that permeates the air. Despite its seedy nature, the brothel is a place where some of the most privileged and wealthy visitors in Sunspear come to partake in pleasure.

The older woman closes the door and turns to you. “My name is Arianne. What are your tastes for the evening, miss?”

You look back at her with a somewhat surprised expression. “Oh, um, n-no…I’m…I’m here for a job?”

Arianne looks you up and down. “A job? You’re pretty enough, but we have plenty of working girls already.”

“P-please!” You take a tiny step forward, the desperation in your voice obvious. “M-my father, he…” You shake your head, trying to steel yourself. “He has gambling debts. Debts he cannot pay. I-I need a job. Please! I… I have yet to bed a man… if that is worth anything…” You nervously rub your arm.

Arianne’s eyebrows shoot up. “A fresh flower, you say…” She looks you up and down once more. “Come then.” She turns on her heels and begins walking at a brisk pace to the back rooms. You quickly follow, taking in everything you can as you rush to keep up.

As you walk, Arianne explains more about the brothel and the other working girls. She tells you that this is a serious business and there are no room for mistakes. You nod, absorbing as much information as you can in such a short time. Arianne takes a sharp left into an unoccupied room and turns to you.

“As I’m sure you’re aware, tonight is the first night of the Festival of Lights.” Arianne says curtly.

You nod. You’d forgotten about the Festival of Lights. A huge festival with an accompanying feast that only occurs once every 5 years. This is the first year where you haven’t had the luxury of prioritizing the festival you so love.

“This is a huge occasion, and we will have very important clientele. You will begin tonight.” Arianne points to the small metal tub that is already prepared with hot water. “Wash yourself thoroughly. I will be back in 20 minutes.” She leaves without waiting for a response from you.

You quickly undress and climb into the tub. You hiss as the hot water stings and quickly begin washing up. You feel completely out of your element, but you don’t have a choice. As you scrub yourself with a pumice stone, you hear the chatter and bustle outside the door get louder. You step out of the tub and dress yourself in the sheer robe that hangs on the back of the door. You open the door and stick your head out, wondering what all the chatter is about. Two girls squeal and giggle as they run past you towards the foyer. “I can’t believe it’s him!” They whisper as they run past you.

You slowly step into the foyer to see what’s going on. Your eyes land on a gorgeous man that you recognize as the second prince of Dorne. The Red Viper himself.

Arianne stands straight and proud near the door. “Welcome, my Prince. We have a wonderful selection for you tonight.” The girls quickly arrange themselves into a line. You hesitate, but step in line quickly.

“Thank you, Arianne. Your establishment always holds such… delectable… treats.” Oberyn smirks as he starts walking down the line of girls, taking the time to examine their physical attributes and demeanor. He trails his finger along a shoulder here, a lock of hair there… He takes his sweet time to really take in every detail of every girl.

He eventually gets to you and notices you’re a new face he’s never seen before. He stops and looks you up and down. He delicately pushes your robe off your right shoulder. He traces his index finger across your nipple, his touch light as a feather. You blush profusely and look down at the ground. His expression doesn’t change, but he doesn’t miss a beat. Oberyn leans in very close to your neck and slowly inhales the scent of your freshly washed skin. Your breath hitches as you feel his hot breath on your neck. He smirks and pulls away.

He continues down the line, examining each girl as though they were precious gemstones. When he’s finally done, he murmurs quietly to Arianne, making eye contact with you. You quickly avert your gaze and flush red once again. Arianne’s eyes go wide, and she shoots him a surprised look. Oberyn steps out of the brothel.

The girls start whispering and murmuring to each other loudly. “Listen up!” Arianne claps her hands to get their attention. “This is a very special occasion indeed! Prince Oberyn has chosen two girls!” The girls all start looking at each other, wondering who it could be. “Cass!” A petite brunette squeals in delight and runs towards Arianne. “And You.” She points directly at you. Your eyebrows shoot up.

“Me? Really?”

The other girls whisper loudly, not bothering to contain their jealousy and contempt.

You hesitate and step forward.

Arianne squeezes your shoulder. “You’ll do fine. Prince Oberyn is an excellent client. He pays well, and he will never hurt you.” You nod, fidgeting profusely. “Don’t bother changing back into your clothes. Go in your robe. He will enjoy that.” You nod once again and head to the door of the brothel.

As you step outside, you see a carriage waiting for you. Cass excitedly jumps into the carriage and sits beside Oberyn. You climb into the carriage and sit opposite Oberyn. You nervously pick at your fingernails, unsure if you should look him in the eye. Cass wraps her arms around his neck and pepper his cheek with kisses, but his gaze lingers on you. His eyes rake down your form. His cock twitches as he revels in how the sheer robe caresses your perky nipples. You make eye contact with him, but his gaze is so intense that your eyes are almost forced downwards once again.

It's a short carriage ride to the palace. A palace guard holds the carriage door open for the Prince, Cass hot on his heels. You step out of the carriage and your mouth drops in awe. The palace is huge and magnificent. The entry has two long rows of huge red pillars with yellow sun symbols adorning them. Atop the pillars are lit paper lanterns lining the whole lane to the main palace doors. Prince Oberyn walks with great stride and purpose. Cass quickly follows, seemingly unimpressed with the sheer awe of the palace, but you? Your jaw hangs open as you marvel at the two large braziers raging with flames near the massive ornate palace doors leading into the grand hall.

The Grand Hall is a spectacle to behold on its own. The vaulted ceiling is adorned with extravagant chandeliers, the windows scored with candles and lanterns. Saffron-shaded tapestries line the walls, and at the end, a large, lavish head table, surely reserved for the prince himself.

The hall is bustling with activity as everyone rushes around, preparing for the feast. The scent of delicious food being prepared saturates the air and there is a palpable sense of excitement among the staff. The atmosphere is truly one of extravagant luxury.

Oberyn strides down a side corridor with purpose. He points to a guard who quickly joins the procession. It seems the guard and Cass are well versed in this ritual. You struggle to keep up as your nervousness builds with each passing moment. Eventually, Oberyn reaches ornate doors leading to his chambers. Two guards open the doors, and Oberyn enters, followed by Cass, the guard, then you at the tail. The guards close the doors behind you and Oberyn sighs quietly. Candlelight bounces off the walls, bathing the room in a warm and flickering glow.

Oberyn is quick to disrobe and lay down on the bed, propping himself up on one elbow. “Qorian. Cassandra.” He addresses both of them and they quickly disrobe completely and crawl into the bed with Oberyn. Oberyn looks at you and arches his eyebrow. “Well?”

“O-oh..” You let your sheer robe fall to the floor, revealing your nude form to the prince. You bite your lip, forcing yourself not to instinctively cover yourself. Oberyn is in awe of your body. Your skin is smooth and soft, a canvas waiting to be filled with the brushstrokes of Oberyn’s desire.

He cocks his head to the side. “You are a virgin.” He says less as a question, and more of a…confirmation of his suspicions. You nod shyly.

“Y-Yes, Prince Oberyn.”

He crooks a finger at you. You know your orders. You crawl onto the bed, and he pulls you down into the crook of his arm. He traces a finger down your side before finding a home on your hip. “Don’t be afraid. I promise, I will make you feel things you’ve only dreamt about at night.”

Qorian and Cass begin kissing deeply, their hands roaming each other’s bodies. You glance at them. They seem so comfortable with the whole situation, and you wish you had that confidence. Oberyn traces his hand back up your side and settles on the back of your neck. He pulls you in for a kiss, moaning quietly when your soft, plump lips meet his.

A shiver runs down your spine and his warm lips move against yours in a passionate dance. He teases your lips with his tongue, begging for entry as he deepens the kiss. You allow his tongue to enter your mouth and moan quietly into the kiss. He tastes so good, so… rich and savoury. You trail your fingers up his belly, resting on his chest.

Oberyn slowly pushes you onto your back and rolls on top of you. Your heart is pounding inside your chest. You can feel his hard cock pressing against you. “I will take good care of you.” He murmurs into your skin as he slowly slides down your body. He grips your thighs and gently but firmly spreads them wide and grins when he sees that your pussy is already glistening. He hums in satisfaction. “Seems you like this a little more than you thought.” He looks up at you for permission. He chose you, but he won’t force you. You bite your lip and nod. Oberyn grins and flattens his tongue against your pussy, dragging it slowly up towards your clit. “Oh Gods…” You can’t contain the moans that fall from your lips, joining in the chorus of moans coming from Qorian and Cass.

Oberyn works his tongue like you are his eternal redemption for a lifetime of sin and debauchery. You snake your hand into his hair and grip him tightly to you, slowly grinding your pussy harder against his tongue. He pushes your thighs open a bit wider and plunges his tongue deep inside your pussy, desperate to drink your nectar.

“You taste delectable… like the sweetest honey.” He lifts his head and gazes into your eyes. “Would you like to know what it tastes like?”

You pause momentarily, unsure of yourself, but decide to take the plunge and let go. You nod once. Oberyn grins and nods back. “Cassandra?” Cass knows Oberyn’s cues and she shifts herself to hover above your mouth. Your fingers twitch in his hair. He squeezes your thighs reassuringly, and you nod up at Cass. Cass lowers herself onto your mouth, the heat coming from her pussy radiates onto your face, and you carefully stick your tongue out. “Oh…” You groan quietly and start to lick a little more fervently.

“I think she likes it.” Oberyn chuckles and glances at Qorian, who nods in agreement. Qorian moves over to Oberyn and rubs his hand around Oberyn’s smooth ass cheek. Oberyn dives back onto your clit, and arches his back, allowing Qorian access. Qorian positions himself behind Oberyn and slowly slides his cock into Oberyn’s hole. Oberyn moans loudly against your clit, sending vibrations throughout you.

You reach up and pull Cass harder down onto your face, taking note of which motions of your tongue pull the loudest moans out of her. Cass reaches down and kneads your breasts firmly, taking care to pinch and twist your nipples. “Oh Gods!” You can barely contain your moans of ecstasy at this point.

Oberyn leans back into Qorian as Qorian stretches Oberyn open with every thrust. Qorian grunts quietly and grips Oberyn’s hips tightly, his fingers digging into Oberyn’s golden skin. The air is a cacophony of moans and expletives, like Oberyn’s private symphony.

Oberyn sits up just enough to pull Cass into a sensual kiss. You whimper at the loss of Oberyn’s tongue, but trust that he won’t leave you feeling empty. Cass hums contentedly as she tastes your juices from Oberyn’s mouth.

Oberyn reaches back and taps Qorian’s thigh. Qorian pulls out of Oberyn’s hole with a light whimper and sits back. Oberyn climbs off the bed and stands at the edge. He grips your thighs firmly and drags you to the edge of the bed. He growls a low rumble in his throat as he spreads your legs as wide as they go. “That’s better.” He rubs the throbbing head of his cock up and down your pussy, slicking up the tip with your juices. He slowly but steadily pushes his cock into you in one long motion. You grip the sheets and the lewd moan that escapes you would make the devil himself blush. “Does that feel good?” He whispers. You nod frantically, and Oberyn takes that as permission to thrust a bit harder and faster into you.

“Oh Gods… oh Gods…”

You reach back and palm Qorian’s cock and lead him towards your mouth. Qorian wastes no time shifting closer to you, smacking the head on his cock on your outstretched tongue. Cass lays down by you and eagerly starts licking Qorian’s cock as well. Qorian runs his fingers through your hair and you both run your tongues along his cock. You reach up and start fondling his balls with one hand and use your other hand to smack the head of his cock on your tongue yet again.

Oberyn is grinning wildly, watching you bloom in your sensuality. His thrusting is getting a little more frantic and erratic. “May I cum inside of you?”

You nod eagerly. Gods yes, you want to be filled with his hot, sticky seed. It doesn’t take long for Oberyn to explode inside of your pussy, cum gushing out around his cock, and dripping down to your asshole. He hums and uses two fingers to scoop up his cum and push it back into your pussy.

You whine loudly around Qorian’s cock. “More.” You demand. Oberyn grins wildly.

“Cassandra. If you will…” Oberyn lays down beside you, his cock still rock-hard, and he pulls Cass on top of him and pulls her tightly down onto his cock. Cass leans forward against his chest and begins rocking her hips to meet the motion of his cock.

Qorian grins and climbs off the bed, moving to take Oberyn’s previous spot. You all but pull Qorian into you, wrapping your legs around his waist. His cock is a bit longer, but not as thick as Oberyn. Qorian groans loudly and leans down to sink his teeth into your breast. Oberyn shoots him a look and Qorian quickly pulls off your breast.

Oberyn looks back at Cass as he fucks up into her. He reaches his arms under her shoulders and grips her tightly and starts absolutely railing her. Cass moans disgustingly lewdly into his neck as she rapidly approaches her own orgasm. Oberyn whispers into Cass’ ear and she nods in understanding. She climbs off his cock and straddles your face once again. You waste no time sucking hard on her clit. It’s not long before Cass squirts into your mouth with a loud cry. Aftershocks ripple through her as her muscles get weak, and she collapses on the bed beside you.

Qorian grins at Cass and fucks into you faster. He looks down at you like you are a delightful treat to be devoured. Your mind is hazy with the heavy fog of lust. More. More. That’s all you can think about as your sopping wet pussy gets railed. You reach back and grip Oberyn’s ass cheeks, pulling his cock towards your mouth.

“Open.”

You eagerly open your mouth, awaiting his hot, throbbing cock. Oberyn swears under his breath as he slides his huge cock into your mouth. “Relax for me.” He tilts your head back and slowly starts thrusting deep into your throat. You’re a little taken aback at first, but quickly try to relax into it. Oberyn traces his fingers along your throat as it bulges with every thrust of his cock. “So gorgeous.”

“I’m going to cum again.” Oberyn says, this time telling you, not asking permission. You squeeze his ass cheeks harder to let him know you want him to cum down your throat. Oberyn rams his cock as far into your throat as it will go and holds it there as he spurts ropes of hot cum down your throat. He slowly pulls out, a long string of spit connecting the head of his cock to your tongue. The salty taste of his cum floods your mouth and it’s intoxicating.

Oberyn palms his cock a bit, as it’s still hard. You look at him incredulously. Qorian smirks at you and says “He is the infamous Red Viper for more reason than one.” You look back at Qorian, and he nods. “Prince Oberyn, may we…” Oberyn nods and leans back into the pillows. Qorian grunts as he pulls his cock out of you and stands up.

“What…”

“Come.” Oberyn orders.

You sit up and move towards Oberyn. Oberyn pulls you down on top of him and kisses you deeply. He grips your thighs and pulls you back onto his cock once more. You’re completely drunk on his cock. Qorian moves behind you once more. You’re unsure of what comes next, but one thing is for sure: You’ll agree to anything.

Qorian spits on his cock for extra lube and very slowly slides his cock into your pussy as well, stretching your pussy to absolute limit. You pinch your eyes shut and gasp as they both start thrusting into you. “OH GODS!” You grip Oberyn’s shoulders for purchase as they penetrate you entirely.

“You’re so tight.” Oberyn whispers into your neck.

You can’t even formulate a response and they both pound into your pussy to within an inch of your life.

Qorian’s movements become faster and erratic. “I’m gonna-“

“NO!” Oberyn reaches forward and pushes Qorian hard enough that Qorian’s cock pulls out of you right as he cums, the huge gush of cum painting your back. Qorian falls back onto the bed, looking at Oberyn quizzically. Oberyn has never stopped Qorian from cumming into the escorts before, so he’s confused as to what’s changed.

“Get out. And take Cassandra with you.” Qorian doesn’t argue. He quickly grabs his clothing and leaves with Cass.

“I’m sorry about that.” He murmurs.

You shake your head. “It’s no concern, Prince Oberyn.”

Oberyn begins to thrust into you again, kissing you deeply, almost as if wanting to devour you entirely. “Cum for me.” He orders. He reaches down and massages your clit with his thumb in firm circles. The entire evening of ecstasy has you careening towards a great precipice, and Oberyn is the catalyst. You bite your lip and grind your pussy down hard onto his cock and gush squirt all over his cock. You collapse onto his chest, going limp save for the occasional aftershock. Oberyn continues to thrust into you, but his own orgasm is quick to follow. He groans as he cums inside you once again, this one considerably weaker than the previous two, but incredible, nonetheless.

You two lay there panting heavily. “You look beautiful covered in my cum.” He whispers.

You chuckle breathlessly, unable to believe everything that’s happened today. “Thank you.”

After a long while, Oberyn breaks the silence. “Arianne told me that you only got a job at the brothel to pay off your father’s gambling debts. Is this true?”

You bury your face in his chest and groan. “Yes. It’s true.”

“I would like you to stay with me.”

“Stay with you?” You look at him quizzically.

He groans as he finally pulls out of you and pulls you into the crook of his arm once more. “Be my royal concubine. I will pay off your father’s debts. You will stay here.” He rubs your belly. “I am the only one who will touch you… kiss you… cum inside of you. You will bear my little Sand Snakes.”

Your father’s debts paid off and you get to be fucked like it’s your last night on earth every night by the most handsome man in the kingdom? You couldn’t believe your luck.

“Yes.”

Oberyn smiles at you and continues rubbing your belly. It’s late in the evening now, and the Festival of Lights fireworks begin to fire off outside the window, illuminating your bodies covered in sweat and cum.

“Let us bathe together, then, we have a feast to attend to.”

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Destroying Angel

By BadWolfLoki

Dave York x Female Reader

Tags: Rope, Bondage, whips, whipping, ass-to-mouth, cunnilingus, vampire gloves

You've had a bitch of a week. Some idiot bumped into you, nearly spilling your coffee, you’ve gotten two parking tickets, you’ve been late to nearly everything… it’s like you just can’t get your bearings lately. You’re sitting on the edge of your bed, contemplating whether or not you should go to this party. You really…REALLY… don’t want to go, you’ve been feeling like absolute garbage for the last few days, but you kind of have to. Your boss is a high-end art dealer and rubs shoulders with some very high-profile people, and you have to put on a good face.

You sigh and settle for a royal blue dress with a plunging neckline. You pop on silver heels and a silver clutch and head out. When you pull up to the gallery, you step out of your car and hand the valet your keys. You mentally steel yourself and walk into the gallery.

You grab a flute of champagne and try to hide the look of contempt for all these snobby, rich assholes. You make your way over to a large painting that’s essentially a blue square with an orange squiggle. “I fucking hate modern art.” You mutter to yourself. You squint at the price tag. $350,000?? Jesus Christ!

You stare at this piece, wondering what on earth about it would make someone want to pay that much money for it. “It really is pretentious, isn’t it?” A man slides up beside you. He’s tall and handsome with dark hair and darker eyes. “I’m Dave.” He extends his hand. You shake his hand, but put no effort into it, assuming he’s another rich asshole looking for an overpriced piece to show off in his overpriced home.

“My boss owns this gallery.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“No, no. I agree with you, it’s all pretentious shit. I’m convinced no one in the high-art world knows what anything means any more than anyone else, but they’re afraid to look stupid, so they all go along with it. They pay ungodly amounts of money for bullshit. Honestly, they wouldn’t even notice it if some went missing.” You lean in. “Just don’t tell my boss I said that.” You wink playfully at him.

Dave grins, his eyes momentarily flicking down to your lips, then back up. “Mum’s the word.”

You turn to him. “So, what about you then? What are you doing here?”

“I’m one of those rich assholes who has no idea what any of it means.”

You groan quietly. “I’m sorry.”

Dave laughs. “No, don’t apologize.” He looks around at the sea of boring, rich people schmoozing with one another. “Do you want to get out of here?” He looks back at you. His gaze is much more intense now, like there’s an ember begging for oxygen.

You don’t miss the shift in his tone, and it makes your pussy throb. You bite your lip and nod. That’s all the permission he needs. He takes your hand and leads you out of the gallery, and out towards his car that’s already waiting. He holds the door for you, taking a lingering look at your ass as you climb in, climbs in the driver’s seat, and peels away.

“What part of town do you live in?”

“I don’t live here, just visiting for the week. I’m staying at the Park Hyatt.”

It doesn’t take long to drive to the hotel. Dave takes your hand and leads you to the elevator. It’s hard to contain your excitement at the prospect of spending an evening with this gorgeous stranger. As soon as the elevator doors close, Dave’s lips crash into yours. You’re surprised, but it’s a welcome one, as you kiss back with equal intensity. You paw at his shirt buttons, desperate to taste more of him.

The elevator doors ding open, and he leads you by the hand to his room. As you enter the room, you’re greeted with the sight of an array of whips, ropes, and a myriad of other toys laid out on the bed. Your eyebrows shoot up at the sight. Dave steps up behind you and slides one arm around your waist and pulls your hair away from your neck with the other, planting a soft kiss there. “I’d be lying if I said I haven’t… indulged since I got here, but none as beautiful as you.”

He smirks as a small moan falls from your lips. He snakes one hand down your stomach to your groin. The other hand delicately removes your dress strap from your shoulder, exposing your breast to the chilly air. He grips your breast and squeezes it firmly, groaning lewdly as he does so. You can feel his cock press against your ass, and you arch your back a little bit for more friction. He murmurs into your skin. “Eager, are we?”

You nod and cover his hand at your groin with yours and press his fingers harder against your pussy, moving his hand in small, circular motions. You bite your lip to try to contain your moans, but your mind is hazy with lust, and his touch is all you can think about.

Silently, Dave sinks to his knees behind you, and slides the hem of your dress up your thighs with his fingertips. He grips your ass cheeks, spreading them and diving in without warning. You’ve never had anyone lick your asshole before, but God, it feels amazing. His large, hot tongue swirls around your hole with a sensual pace. You whine and grip the mini bar for purchase. You never thought you’d ever let a man lick your asshole, let alone enjoy it as much as you are. “Oh, God…” you say breathlessly.

He stands up slowly, dragging the hem of your dress with him as he peels it off over your head. He hums contentedly at your now naked form. You turn to face him and push his suit jacket off his shoulders. “You’re wearing altogether too many clothes.” You coo.

“In due time.” He takes your hand and leads you to the bed. “Lay down. Relax.”

You nod and lay back against the pillows. You’re excited, yet nervous, but try to hide it. Dave steps up to the side of the bed and delicately traces his fingers up your thigh. Your skin is so soft, so smooth, and it delights him. “You’re very beautiful, you know that?” There’s a glint in his eyes that wasn’t there earlier. He traces his finger along your side and down your arm. He gently takes your wrist and slides it into the rope knot that’s waiting for you. You bite your lip nervously as he makes quick but delicate work of tying your other arm and your legs.

“Just relax.” Dave’s voice is low and soothing. He’s done this before, and you trust him, even though you have no reason to. Dave’s eyes rake over your body, as he palms himself in his pants. He walks over to the array of toys and thinks for a minute. He picks up a small black vibrator and climbs onto the end of the bed, settling on his knees between your spread legs. The sight of your glistening pussy ignites a fire inside of him.

Dave leans forward and teases the vibrator up and down your soaking wet pussy. You squirm, trying to get any sort of real friction. He smirks and slowly slides the vibrator into you. “Don’t worry, I won’t make you suffer.” A small whine tumbles from your lips.

“More.” It’s not a request, it’s a demand. One which Dave will gladly follow. He switches the vibrator on to a medium setting and begins teasing your clit with his tongue. A flick here and there, a nibble that only lasts a moment. It’s driving you wild, and you tug on the ropes.

“Fuck… Oh God, Dave…” You go to reach for his hair, only to be reminded quickly and forcefully that you’re still tied down, completely at his mercy.

After a long while, Dave pulls away, but leaves the vibrator inside your pussy, still going. You whimper at the loss of his tongue and look up at him glassy-eyed. Dave wanders back to his arrangement of toys. He picks up a riding crop, flexing it to test its durability. Your eyes flick down to the riding crop nervously, then back up to his eyes. “Shh, just relax.” You nod and he makes his way back to you. He clicks off the vibrator and slowly pulls it out of you and sets it aside. “We’ll save that for later.”

“I want...” You whimper.

“What? What do you want? Tell me.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Be patient.”

You whimper and rest your head back against the pillow. Your pussy is throbbing with arousal. Never would you have thought your night was going to end like this.

Dave drags the tip of the riding crop up your inner thighs, and along your stomach, tracing every curve of your body. He drags he tip back down to your inner thigh. THWACK. You squeal, mostly in surprise. IT stings, but only enough to feel amazing. “Oh…”

Dave smirks and trails the crop down your other thigh. THWACK. “You like that? You really haven’t explored very much, have you?” You shake your head and squeal as he hits your thigh again, harder this time. “Sad.” THWACK.

“Mmm… fuck. That… that feels...”

THWACK.

“Feels what?”

“Incredible.”

Dave looks at your bruised thighs and smiles warmly at you. “You’re taking this so well.” He tosses the riding crop aside and picks up a pair of black leather gloves.

“What are those?”

“Vampire gloves.”

Dave walks back over to the bed and settles between your thighs once again. He delicately drags the spiked gloves up for stomach and onto your breasts. Every nerve explodes to life and it’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt. “Fuck… Oh my God…”

Dave smirks and slides the vibrator back inside your swollen pussy and turns it up to full speed.

“Holy shit!” You pinch your eyes shut, as the incarnation of pleasure himself dives back onto your clit, sucking hard. You pull tightly on the ropes for purchase, feeling like you’re going to float away if you don’t.

Dave’s large hands scrape the vampire gloves across every inch of skin he can reach while he frantically laps at your sopping wet pussy. He groans deeply against your clit, and the sensation pushes you closer to the edge. With a great cry, an orgasm rushes through your every fibre. If there was such a thing as an orgasmic catastrophe, this would be it.

You collapse back onto the bed, panting heavily. “Oh my God… oh my God…”

Dave grins and moves himself into a kneeling position, his rock-hard cock straining desperately for freedom against his zipper. He unbuttons his pants and his thick cock springs free. He scoops up some of your juices onto the head of his cock and begins stroking it hard and frantically. “Amazing” He says as he takes in your gorgeous body, bound, covered in bruises, and scratches. “Fuck…” It’s not long before his own orgasm follows and he gushes hot, sticky cum all over your stomach.

You stare up at him, your mind heavy-laden, and your whole body aches. He grins at you and climbs off the bed with a quiet grunt and tucks his cock back into his pants. He goes over to the bathroom and soon comes back out with a warm, wet towel. He cleans his cum off of you thoroughly, humming as he does so.

“That was so fucking amazing.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”

You sigh softly. “You can untie me now.”

“I won’t be doing that.” He tosses the towel into his duffel bag and begins packing away all of the toys. He begins wiping down every surface.

“You’ve pissed off some rich people. You thought they wouldn’t notice you stealing from them, adding a little profit margin of your own when buying these things for your clients?” Dave shakes his head. “You gotta be smarter than that.”

Your eyes go wide when you realize he’s got all the pieces to confront you with your crimes. “Listen, I can pay you.”

“Oh, I’m already getting paid.” Dave sits down in the armchair opposite you and crosses one leg over the other. “And you won’t be needing your money anymore anyway.”

“What…” Your eyes go wide when you realize what he’s implying. “Please. I’ll do anything.”

“Oh dear. I’m afraid this contract is non-negotiable.” He coos.

“How will you do it?”

“I already have.”

You try to rack your brain, thinking of what he could mean. Poison? That’s the only explanation. “The champagne flute! You poisoned my drink!”

“No. Good guess, though.”

“W-When?”

“A week ago. You were rushing through the lobby of the Hilton Conference Centre. I bumped into you and managed to slip it into your coffee. You almost spilled it… that would have been annoying.”

He chuckles and runs his fingers through his hair.

“A week? What kind of…” The confusion setting in is getting worse by the minute. “My coffee? How did you manage…”

“Please. I’m highly skilled in wetwork, you think I can’t manage a little sleight of hand?”

You shake your head, trying to clear the really heavy fog that’s taking over you now. “That explains the fact that I’ve felt like death for the last week. The cramps… the nausea…” You groan loudly.

He nods “By the time anyone finds you, you’ll already be dead.”

“What… what was I worthy of?”

“Worthy of? Nothing. What did I use? Amanita-“

“The Death Cap?” You cut him off. “Not what I expected, but I’ll give you points for creativity.”

“Oh no. No, no. That’s Amanita Phalloides. This is Amanita Virosa.”

“…Virosa?”

Dave stands up and walks back over to you. He leans in and whispers into your ear. “Destroying Angel.”

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Keep Circling Back

By BadWolfLoki

Frankie "Catfish" Morales X Female Reader

Tags: Vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, cum eating, cunnilingus, breeding kink

Frankie sat at the bar of a real dive, nursing a beer that was quickly getting warm. He sighed quietly and glanced around. It’s been 5 months since the job in Columbia went south. He scratches his eyebrow, desperately needing to clear his head. He sets a bill on the bar and moves to stand up, when the door swings open and you walk in.

It feels like the oxygen got sucked out of the room and time stops. You’re the most gorgeous woman he’s ever laid eyes on. After he picks his jaw up off the floor, he makes his way towards you, rather shyly. “Hey, hi. Hi. I’m Frankie- Francisco…Frankie. Hi.” He extends his hand. A small smile creeps across your face as you take his hand. It’s large, and warm, and envelops yours completely.

“Hi, Frankie.” You sit down at the bar, and Frankie is quick to follow, sitting back down. You order a double whisky, and Frankie’s eyebrows shoot up.

“What’s a girl like you doing in a fucking dump like this?” Frankie gestures non-committally around the bar. “You’re way too gorgeous to be here, you honestly might catch something just from sitting down.” Frankie snorts at his own joke.

“Maybe, but then I wouldn’t be sitting here with you. Does that line ever work?” You quirk an eyebrow at him.

“Every time.” Frankie looks you dead in the eyes.

You take a swig of whisky while maintaining eye contact. After a beat, you set the glass down and sigh. “My ex was a piece of shit, so I moved here to...” You wave your hand in the air “… start over. You know, the classic Hollywood sob story.”

Frankie can feel a heat rising in his cheeks as he tries to act cool. “Oh? And, uh, this ex of yours… what did he do to break your heart?”

“He was an emotionally stunted weasel who wouldn’t even go down on me.” You look Frankie dead in the eyes, fingertips tracing the edge of the lowball glass.

Frankie’s fingers twitch as he considers his next words carefully. “Would you like to change that?”

“Yes,” you said a little too quickly. You slam back the last of your double and set the glass down.

Frankie exhales sharply and stands up, leading you out to the parking lot. He leads you to a beat-up Ford Fifth Gen. He holds the door open for you as you hop in, hoping desperately that you don’t see his hands shaking with excitement and nervousness. He circles the truck and gets in the driver’s side, turning over the engine with a shy grin, and pulling out of the parking lot.

You look over at Frankie, whose fingers are teasing your knee while he drives, and bite your lip. You pop your jeans open and scooch them down your butt. You spread your legs, and shift sideways so that you’re facing him, one leg up on the seat. Frankie’s breath catches in his throat as you reveal your dripping wet pussy to him. “Do you like what you see?” you coo as you lazily drag a finger up and down the glistening folds of your pussy. Frankie nods eagerly, dancing a careful balancing act of watching the road and watching you. You bite your lip and slowly start circling your clit, playing up the lewd moans to watch Frankie twitch.

“Goddamn, baby.” Frankie reaches towards your pussy but you smack his hand away. Frankie frowns, desperate to touch you… to taste you.

“Ah, ah. No touching.” You smirk coyly at him. Frankie growls in a mix of frustration and arousal. He grips the steering wheel forcefully and shifts in his seat. Your eyes rake down his body and land on the rock-hard bulge fighting against his jeans zipper, a large wet spot soaking through the thick fabric. You hum contentedly and lean forward, dragging your tongue along his bulge, licking up the pre-cum that’s beading at the tip. Frankie groans a deep rumble in his throat and reaches for his buckle. You smack his hand away yet again. “I said not yet.” You coo once more.

Frankie groans in anticipation. “When?”

“Pull over.”

“Here?”

“Pull. Over.”

Frankie pulls into the gated area and quickly finds an inconspicuous corner to park in. He turns off the engine and looks at you. “A cemetery?”

You walk your fingers along his thigh towards his throbbing cock. “Does that bother you, Francisco?” Your eyes lock on his plump, juicy lips as you flick open his belt buckle. “Scared of getting caught?”

Frankie growls once more, all pretense going out the window. He all but rips his shirt off and unzips his pants just enough to allow his thick, leaking cock to spring out. He hovers over you and starts licking his way down your neck. You snake your hand into his hair and roll your head back, allowing him more access to your neck. Your free hand slides down his belly towards his cock. He gently pushes your hand away and whispers huskily “No touching just yet.” You groan as your own teasing is now used against you.

Frankie makes his way down your body until he arrives at his intended target. He groans as he takes in the sight of your now soaking pussy. He growls and dives in like a man dying of thirst and your pussy is the fountain of youth. You grip the dash and the back of the seat, surprised at how aggressively he’s sucking on your clit. “Oh fuck…” You barely manage.

Frankie grips your thighs firmly and pushes them up to your chest. Frankie gently bites your clit and rolls it between his teeth. “Fuck!” You grip his brown curls tightly and hold his tongue against your clit like your life depends on it. Frankie smirks and increases the pressure of his bite. Not enough to hurt, just enough to pull moans out of you like it’s his life’s calling. And maybe it is.

His grip on your right thigh is unwavering, while he grabs your left ankle and hooks it around his neck. He groans against your clit and slides three of his thick fingers inside your pussy, stretching you open. You throw your head back and moan disgustingly loudly as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. He pulls off your clit just long enough to say “God, you’re so fucking tight, beautiful.” His fingers curl into your flesh, searching for that sweet spot, while flicking his tongue hard against your clit.

“Ohh…fuuuuuck, Frankie.” Your legs twitch as Frankie’s fingers find what they were looking for. He smirks and sucks hard on your clit while pressing his fingers into your G-spot. Your body acts on its own volition and you squirt with a great gush into his mouth as an intense orgasm rips through your body like lightning. You whimper loudly and pull him in for a kiss, the tang of your juices dripping onto your tongue from his. You moan into his kiss as he slowly lets your leg down and slides his thick cock into your now relaxed pussy.

Frankie pinches his eyes shut as your tight pussy squeezes his throbbing cock tightly. He starts off slow, but firm and steady. “Fuck, you’re so tight, beautiful.” He kisses you deeply, his tongue begging for entry. After a moment, he pulls back. “And you taste so fucking good too.” Frankie’s pace picks up and his cock stretches you open with every thrust. Your tight, unusually warm pussy is beginning to feel like home to Frankie. He hooks his hands under your knees and props your ankles over his shoulders, allowing him to get much deeper.

Your moans tumble from your lips like a prayer as Frankie absolutely rails you as deep and hard as he can. You grip him tightly and hang on for dear life as Frankie rocks the truck and your world. He whispers huskily. “Rub your clit for me, beautiful.” His tone is gentle but leaves no room to disobey your orders. You snake a hand down and begin rubbing your clit in a frantic and desperate manner. “There you go, beautiful.” He whispers against your lips. “I know you’ve got another one in you.” He kisses you deeply, tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth.

He snakes a hand into your hair and pulls your head back rather forcefully and licks a huge stripe up your neck. “Cum for me, beautiful. I want you to gush all over my cock like you did my tongue.” He murmurs into your neck. “Cum.” You can hear the strain in his voice, as he waits at the edge of the great precipice, waiting for you to cum first.

You don’t need any more encouraging, and it’s not long before you squirt on his cock, with a loud whimper. This orgasm is a bit weaker than the last, but gushing nonetheless. “Fuck… fuck…” You mumble to yourself as your body goes limp, save for the occasional aftershock.

“Good girl.” All of Frankie’s muscles begin to tense up as his own orgasm is close. “Can I cum inside you?” He looks into your eyes with great sincerity. You bite your lip and nod, wanting him to fill you up. He groans and cums deep inside you, his hot, sticky cum painting your walls. After a few seconds of heavy panting from the both of you, Frankie pulls out of you with a groan.

You whimper at the now empty feeling. “So, now-“ Frankie dives down and eagerly starts gulping down every drop of cum that oozes out of you. “Oh my god!” You grip the seat once again for purchase. Every nerve is on fire, every touch overstimulating, and yet… you’re so fucking aroused at the sight of this gorgeous man drinking his own cum out of you. “Fuck… I think I might be in love with you.” You say breathlessly. Frankie smirks and scoops up a large amount of cum onto his tongue and crawls back up your body. He pulls you in for a deep kiss, his cum and your squirt mixing together in your own personal brand of nectar.

After kissing for what feels like ages, he finally breaks the kiss. You look up at him glassy-eyed, completely drunk on lust. He all but collapses on top of you, gently running his fingers through your hair. A sheen of sweat that coats your bodies glistens in the moonlight. He whispers into your neck. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“You?” You chuckle softly.

Frankie chuckles in response. “I mean it. Are you free tomorrow?”

“Yeah.”

“Want to see my helicopter?”

You nudge him playfully. “Is that a euphemism?”

Frankie wheezes into your neck. “Noooo… I’m a pilot. I want to give you a ride.”

“A ride, huh? I think I could always make time for a ride if it’s from you.”

Frankie grins. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you touch my stick too, beautiful.”

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Hard as Beskar

By BadWolfLoki

Din is on Yavin Prime to collect a bounty: You. You're cocky and stubborn, which made you easy to catch.

Din Djarin X Female Reader

Tags: vaginal sex, anal sex, bondage/restraints, gags, knifeplay, bloodplay

The Mandalorian drags you onto his ship kicking and screaming. He’s a lot stronger than he looks, you’ll give him that, but you’re cunning. You’ve used your mouth to get yourself out of sticky situations before, why should now be any different?

The Mandalorian tosses you rather unceremoniously into the small hold. You take a look around the rust bucket and scoff. “You’d think with that shiny beskar, you’d be able to afford a better ship.” Din ignores you, but he’s proud of the Razor Crest. “Stop talking, quarry.” He chains you to a support beam in the hold and makes sure the cuffs are extra tight. You growl a low rumble as the cold metal bites your skin.

“Or what? You’re gonna toss me around some more?” You smirk and rake your eyes down his sturdy frame, then back up. Din ignores you once more, stashing his weapons away. “My carbon-freezer may be broken, but if you keep running your mouth, I’ll bring you to Kriebo cold anyway.” Din’s tone was flat and even, but you detected the tiniest edge to it. He would get a bounty for you either way, but significantly more if you were unharmed. Well… alive, anyway.

“So what’s your deal, Mandalorian? I’ve heard of you. You don’t take off your armour?” You shrug “Must get lonely… no one to touch you…” You bite your lip. “It must be... hard.” Din tries his best to ignore you. “Stop talking.” You smirk coyly. You can’t see his face, but you like to imagine he’s sweating under that helmet. “Would you like that? Someone to stroke your cock every night? I bet you crave… yearn for someone’s touch. You wake up every morning and jack off… probably do it quickly to get it to go down, but it doesn’t mean anything anymore. You spurt a weak, pathetic cumload, and it all feels so… pointless?”

Din growls and, in a flash, has his thick gloved fingers around your throat. He growls a deep rumble in the back of his throat. “I said shut up, rude girl.” A lewd moan escapes your lips before you can contain it, your pussy throbbing. “Make. Me.” You stare down his visor. He grunts and moves to the other side of the hold, and starts dragging a large, metal crate towards you. You look at him curiously as he works. Silently, the attaches a strap around the crate, then moves to you. Without a word, he temporarily uncuffs you long enough to spin you around, then cuffs you around the beam once more. “Is this how you like to play, Mandalorian? Funny, I hoped you’d be a little more interesting than this, but oh well. Maybe you are just a stiff-lipped, limp… boring-“ Din growls loudly and hoists you onto the crate, spreading your legs wide, and straps your ankles into the strap.

“What-“ Din shoves you forward so that your breasts touch the crate, and forcefully rips your pants off. He makes quick work of ripping off the final shreds of what was once clothing. You whine in arousal, your pussy absolutely dripping onto the top of the crate. “I said shut up!” Din quickly pulls out his rather thick, throbbing cock. The head is nearly purple from arousal, and already leaking pre-cum. He rips off his gloves and reaches around to your mouth, shoving three fingers into your mouth. “You want to run your mouth? I’ll teach you when to keep your tongue to yourself.” He pulls his fingers back, coats the tip of his cock with your spit, and runs his fingers up and down your pussy. You whine unceremoniously, no longer caring about keeping face. All you can think about is how badly you want this masked man to wreck you.

Din rather aggressively rams his cock deep into your pussy, and groans loudly at how tight your pussy is around his cock. Din grabs the back of your neck and holds you down while he sets a brutal pace, stretching you open with every thrust. You grip onto the beam for dear life as Din rails you to within an inch of your life. “Oh… mmmmm… kriff…” Din wraps his gloved hand around your mouth forcefully, while the other still holds your neck down. “I said stop talking! I don’t think you’re learning your lesson.” Din pulls out of you with a grunt. You whimper at the suddenly empty feeling, your raw pussy pulsing for more.

Din pulls out a small knife that was sheathed on his belt. You try to keep a cool face, but your heart rate is increasing rapidly. Is he really going to bring you in cold? He clicks the vibro-knife on and it starts thrumming loudly and rapidly. He cocks his head and growls deeply. “Are you going to shut up now, rude girl?” You swallow and nod sheepishly. He hums satisfactorily and brings the thrumming vibro-knife towards your thigh. He very delicately drags it along your upper inner thigh. You whimper as the blade slices into your skin, just enough to draw blood. You should be scared. You should be terrified of this Mandalorian. But… the only feeling your body is capable of is intense, tantric desire for his cock. He slowly scoops up the dribble of blood with his fingers and bring them to your lips. He teases your lips, tugging at your bottom lip. “Suck.” You don’t question your orders. You eagerly dive onto his fingers, sucking on his fingers and licking up the blood with a fervour Din hasn’t seen in a long time. He hums contentedly as your tongue swirls around his fingers.

Din rips off his other glove and rolls it up into a tight ball. “Open.” You eagerly open your mouth and he stuffs the tight roll of leather in your mouth. You lean forward more, resting your head on the top of the crate, knowing you’re about to get it. Din carefully slides the vibro-knife in the small space between your pussy and the lid of the crate, so that it is flush with your clit, pointing forward towards your stomach, and he flicks it on. “Move even a fraction of an inch and the blade will cut you. Do you understand?” You whimper loudly as the vibro-knife vibrates aggressively against your clit, and nod. You hear a hiss and the clunk of metal as he sets his helmet down on the crate beside you. You pinch your eyes shut. You enjoy getting him riled up, but you’d never actually insult his religion by looking at him.

Din spits a large dollop of spit onto his cock and rubs the head of his cock up and down your pussy. “Your pussy is so gorgeous, rude girl.” You whimper as the vibro-knife inches you closer and closer to the edge. “But…” Your ears perk up when he says this. Din groans loudly as he slides his cock slowly but steadily into your asshole. You moan lewdly as he stretches you open once more. His cock is so thick, but it feels so amazing as it hits deep inside of you. “That’ll teach you to open your mouth without permission.” Din’s thick cock provides the tightest friction against your hole, as the vibro-knife thrums away at your clit. “Don’t cum yet.” Din’s voice is becoming shaky and weak as he rapidly careens towards an orgasm. He groans louder as he fucks your hole with a hard, brutal pace of a man desperate for ecstasy.

His large, strong hand grips your neck and he sinks his teeth into your shoulder as he shoots huge ropes of hot, creamy cum deep inside you until it gushes out around his cock. “Cum for me, rude girl.” It doesn’t take long for the vibro-knife to finish the job that his cock started, and you start gushing all over the vibrating handle of the knife with a loud cry. Din rests his head against your shoulder for a long time, catching his breath, before he pulls out with a groan, and pulls his glove out of your mouth. “Dank Farrik, that was incredible.” You barely manage to get out in between heavy pants.

Din tucks himself away and you hear the mechanical hiss of his helmet sealing on his head once more. He uses his glove to wipe the mess of cum dripping out of your hole, and he hums contentedly. He steps back. “Are you going to untie me?” You say breathlessly. “No.” You lick your lips and try to get your bearings. “Will you at least turn off the vibro-knife?” Din walks away towards the ladder to the cockpit, before turning and looking at you over his shoulder. “No. I’m not done with you, rude girl.”

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