#so dubcon it kinda borders on noncon

[lynenspray]

no such thing as bad thoughts

(joyrene gp!joy gp!irene dubcon knights au)

knight commander irene only wants to get back to her quarters and rest after a long day. the fourth order's new recruit, joy, somehow makes that an impossibility with her demands. what else can irene do but teach the girl a lesson? (g!p irene, g!p joy)

only your actions talk

irene’s footfalls were soundless - years of training making them slow and steady and even. the only sign of her presence at all was her shadow casting long and dark against the cobblestone pavement leading to the barracks.

a twinge of pain under her shoulder blade made the corner of mouth twitch in annoyance. it had been a longer day than usual, strategizing efficient patrol schedules while coming up with rigorous training regimens for the new recruits.

how ironic that the pain in her back was from sitting still for too long. she's sure her family would turn up their noses and snort at how she'd gone full circle - an heiress turned dame turned back to making calculations on parchment. 

she supposed that it could have been worse. she could have spent even her entire day hunched over a large oak desk rather than spending some time standing guard at princess seulgi’s afternoon tea party. 

holding back a sigh, irene passed the last stone archway that eventually ended at her quarters. 

on any other night, she would have been ready for it. 

she would have seen the inch of uneven darkness in the corner. she would have heard the soft breathing, would have sensed the other person's intentions from a mile away. but it was tonight, when her ears were numb from being tugged at with her own frustration, tonight when her eyes were hazy from the rows and rows of writing she stared at, tonight when she had her guard down and just wanted to lay back and tire herself out and fall into a boneless sleep.

the grab at her shoulder caused instinct to take over. without a thought, her body spun around, weight shifting to lunge forward until her right forearm trapped a chest between herself and the wall. her left hand landed on the hilt of her sword before coming to an abrupt stop - the situation finally catching up to her brain. 

irene withheld a click of her tongue. this damn woman had been a thorn in her side ever since she joined. 

she pulled herself off the younger woman. "what do you want?" irene snapped, body finally calming down enough for her to release her hold on her sword and cross her arms.

a measly few inches in front of her, the fourth order’s newest recruit glared back. 

"i want to train," the taller woman replied, brow furrowed and tone demanding as if she hadn't been pinned against the hallway at irene's mercy mere seconds ago. "you're supposed to train me properly, but you're not. you’re supposed to be a dame, but you’re disobeying direct orders from the crown."

irene felt irritation flare up in her chest, indignant at being told off by a commoner recruit of all people. she scoffed.

the knight-commander started to turn away, deciding not to humor joy for a second longer, but a hand tugging at her arm stopped the movement altogether.

what in heavens made this recruit think she could touch her like that? irene whipped the hand off with unnecessary force, seething at the thought of being touched by her. 

"just because i don't come from a noble family-” joy started, and irene almost gave in and rolled her eyes. “doesn't mean you get to single me out and treat me like i'm any less capable than you. wendy chose me as her bodyguard, so i must be doing something right."

irene's grip on her own arms tightened at the reminder. how dare she- the stupid, stupid girl. how dare she weigh princess wendy’s decision so lightly. how dare she even think to disrespect the princess’ name and spit it out her dirty mouth without its righteous title. 

"you're lucky i don't slice you in two right now.” irene’s voice comes out as barely more than a whisper, but her rage is heavy and potent on her tongue. from the sudden stillness in joy’s frame, it seemed the recruit sensed that too. "i don't owe you anything. i only tolerate your presence because it's my duty to the crown."

joy took a step closer, hand on her own sword. "i don't need your tolerance. i'll fight you for my right to train if i have to. as my duty to be at my best for the crown."

irene’s head titled at the threat, vaguely amused. "you think you can take me?"

joy’s eyes flashed with bubbling anger as she bared her teeth. "i can take anyone who stands in my way, even you."

irene shook her head, anger deflating, replaced by bemusement. she was a decorated soldier- had sacrificed her teen years, fresh out of the academy, to serve and protect her princess with every breath. she'd laid her life on the line for the royal family in wars, had defended her princess' honor against brainless suitors waving their weapons thoughtlessly. 

joy was nothing next to that. she was worth absolutely nothing. 

and yet. 

wendy… 

joy lunged forward, aiming to bodily strike at her with the miniscule space between them. it wasn't even a rookie mistake- it was a brawl she tried to instigate, the finesse of knightly duels completely absent from her form. is that what caught wendy’s attention? joy’s recklessness and unsightly bravery? 

irene effortlessly sidestepped the attack and countered with a swift kick and hook at joy’s ankle. it stopped her momentum and caused her hips to twist too quickly and unnaturally. joy winced in pain, but didn't back down.

she sent a swift kick to joy's front that knocked the wind out of her while she was unbalanced. the younger dame tripped backwards, her sword falling to the ground as she held her center.

irene unsheathed and pointed her sword at the other woman’s throat before dragging its tip to a cheek. "go back to your room." her voice was soft. the sword was enough of a threat, but it wouldn't hurt to press in. “or else you might not like what i'll do to that pretty face."

"you have no right to treat me like-"

"i treat you how you deserve to be treated. you have no respect for authority, no discipline, and no skill. you're lucky i bother letting you be around me at all.”

disarmed and on the floor, joy had no chance. it didn't even matter that irene had years on her.

one second they were separated, and the next joy’s back thudded on the pavement, irene's knee pressing down on her diaphragm.

“your baseless arrogance knows no bounds. you strut around like a peacock, oblivious to your own incompetence. you speak out of turn, flaunting your ignorance as if it were a badge of honor. your lack of humility is staggering, as if you believe yourself to be above reproach.”

irene's eyes glinted with a fierce intensity as she held joy down, her hands suddenly around the younger dame’s neck, squeezing tight. joy struggled beneath her, hands desperately clawing at the commander’s fingers around her throat, but irene's strength was too much for her.

"every time you step onto the training grounds, you make a mockery of what it means to be a soldier. you're a joke, plain and simple," irene growled, fingertips pressing harder around joy's neck, preventing her from taking even a single breath. "you're not even worth the dirt on my boots, nothing but a pathetic little girl desperate for attention. you already have princess wendy’s, don’t you? what are you running after me for?"

joy's frantic struggles beneath irene rocked them around but did nothing else, her body only thrashing desperately against the strong hold. the older woman smirked and leaned in closer, her breath hot on joy's face.

"you stumbled into this castle through sheer. dumb. luck," irene whispered, her voice dripping with venom. "anyone could have been here in your place at princess wendy’s whim. remember that," she spat, her words laced with disdain. she let go of the younger dame, relishing in the sight of joy's humiliation as the redness of her cheeks burned brighter, matching the set of pink trails around her neck.

but it wasn’t enough. no, joy could never fully understand the difference between them. 

a cry of agony ripped through the hallway as she raised a hand and struck joy’s jaw with her palm, her rough and calloused skin scratching at the delicate, beautiful, face writhing in pain.

“maybe this will make you think twice before daring to challenge me.”

what was once pale skin bruised red, now completely flushed.

irene's lip curled into a sneer of disgust as she noticed the sudden bucking of joy’s hips beneath her, warmth spreading as a wet spot appeared on the soldier’s trousers. "pathetic," she spat, voice dripping with contempt. "even in defeat, you manage to disgrace yourself further."

—

joy's cheeks flush crimson with a whimper as she obviously realized what happened, but irene's scornful gaze offers nothing but cruel curiosity. "do you like being hurt by me? does it make you feel helpless and weak?"

the new recruit struggled beneath irene's weight, arms flailing weakly as she attempted to push the other off, but the older woman was too strong for her. irene leaned in closer, slapping away joy’s wrists, her breath hot against joy's ear.

"seems even a little pressure is too much for you to handle," she remarked, her voice laced with contempt. “is this what you need training on, you disgraceful little girl? do you need to know when you're permitted to come?”

"get away from me!" joy spat out, her voice shaking with a mix of fear, anger, and obvious arousal. it was pitiful how she tried and failed to hide it. “you’re fucking disgusting- i don’t need your help!”

irene just laughed, cruelly amused by the defiance of the younger woman. "oh, but you do. you've made such a mess of yourself. you expect me to train you, to stop you from coming all over yourself at being sat on.”

joy's face burned with humiliation as she realized the extent of her accident once irene raised her hips, her trousers and underwear marked. she had been so focused on her struggle that she hadn't even noticed the pressure building up in her until it was too late.

"let me go," she begged, struggling against irene's weight, biting her lip and looking away. "... please."

however, irene only chuckled.

joy's eyes widened as irene's grip tightened around her wrists with a vice-like force. she attempted to resist, but it was futile, just like every other time she tried. irene's superior strength rendered her efforts useless, her muscles honed for battle and struggle, unlike joy’s.

irene's cruel laughter echoed through the air as she leaned in, her face mere inches from joy's. "i can practically taste the fear radiating from you, joy. it's exhilarating. but fret not, i'll ensure you savor every moment of your humiliation.”

the commander leaned back, reaching for joy's pants, and with a forceful tug, exposed her hips and thighs.

joy's gasp was swallowed by a wave of shock and embarrassment as she instinctively tried to shield herself with her hands.

irene's laughter echoed once more as she seized joy's wrists, her grip unrelenting. "oh no, no, you don't get to hide now. i want to see everything." 

then her hands started to explore joy’s body, down her abs until she reached joy’s wet, swollen shaft, lightly wrapping fingers around the oversensitive skin. “show me how much you want the big bad commander touching you, hurting you.”

joy let out a low groan as irene's hand pulled at and pumped her member, the touch causing shivers to run down her spine. she tried to resist, but the pleasure was too overwhelming, and she found herself arching her back in response, roughly bucking her cum-covered dick into the makeshift hole.

"you even came at just the thought. you like being at my mercy, little girl?"

joy whimpered in response, shaking her head, but her body betrayed her as it responded eagerly to the older dame's touch. 

irene continued to tease and fondle joy until she was writhing, her breathing labored and her body on the brink of release. and just when joy thought she couldn't take any more, irene suddenly pulled away, leaving her gasping and desperate for more.

“come here.” irene lifted herself off the other woman and stood, unbuckling her belt. "show me how much you want it," irene commanded, pulling at her trousers until her own shaft was revealed..

joy gasped as irene's hand grabbed the back of her head, guiding her towards her member, tugging at her hair as she did so.

there was no point in resisting. time and time again, irene proved she was stronger. 

joy whimpered and took the shaft into her mouth, taking in as much as she could, the fingers on the back of her head pulling her to take in just a bit more every time. she sucked and licked, feeling irene's grip on her head tighten with each passing moment.

as she continued to pleasure the older woman, joy felt a growing sense of arousal building within her. she couldn't believe how much she was enjoying this, how much she wanted the commander’s harsh touch and voiced approval.

irene let out a low moan as joy continued to pleasure her. "that's it, baby. show me how much you want me to train you like a dog."

joy desperately complied, taking irene deeper and deeper into her mouth. she could feel her own member straining, the cool air on her hot cock causing her cum to leak out in globs, her white seed dropping to the wet, bunched trousers below her as she sat back on her haunches.

irene suddenly pulled away from joy, leaving her gasping for breath. "not so fast, little puppy," she said with a smirk. "you're not done pleasing me yet."

joy whined in frustration, her body aching with need for irene’s cock now that she’s gotten a taste. not only was resisting a waste, it would be a mistake.

the older woman opened the door to her private quarters and kicked joy inside, the younger dame falling helplessly on her sore arm, groaning. she panted on the floor, eyes gazing up at the dark figure of irene above her. joy’s soaked pants were still around her knees, her cock swollen red and standing at attention. 

“get up,” irene’s voice had joy scrambling to obey. “on the bed with your hips off the edge.” the older woman impassively watched as joy struggled to follow, her aching cock brushing against the smooth sheets. 

—

irene moved behind her, tilting her head at the way joy was able to curl her hips into the bed and lean away from her. they couldn't have that. 

with the strength that her years of knightly training had granted her, the commander easily lifted joy's hips off the mattress. the younger woman gasped and flinched as irene set her limbs just the way she wanted, casually and roughly pulling at her aching legs and stiff cock. 

eventually irene leaned back and observed her finished work. joy was practically squatting as she laid on her stomach, only her feet and dick hanging off the edge, brushing up against the sheets. in this position her back arched beautifully, her hole in perfect view for irene to ravish. but first... 

“do you like it rough?”

joy’s only response was a whimper. 

irene's hands landed on the younger woman’s ass, squeezing it roughly and eliciting a gasp from the taller’s lips. "answer me," she demanded. "do you like it rough, like a bitch in heat?"

joy's voice was barely a whisper as she responded. "yes, ma’am. i love it rough."

"good girl," irene practically purred. "i think you're going to like this then." she raised her hand and brought it down hard on joy's backside, leaving a red handprint in its wake.

—

joy cried out in both pain and pleasure, her body shaking with the force of the impact, grunting as the force and shock caused her dick to chafe against the side of the bed. 

it was amazing, torturous, but irene wasn't done yet. she continued to deliver hard slaps to joy's ass, each one causing her to moan louder and louder.

as irene continued to spank her, joy's mind went blank, consumed by the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. she had never felt so alive, so completely in the moment. she was at irene's mercy, and she loved every second of it.

finally, after what felt like an eternity, irene stopped. 

joy's ass was sore and sensitive, but she couldn't deny how much she enjoyed the punishment. she turned her head to look at irene, who was now sitting beside her prone form.

"did you enjoy that, my little pet?" irene asked, a wicked gleam in her eyes.

"yes," joy replied, her voice hoarse with desire.

"good," irene said, her hand trailing down joy's back. "but we're not finished yet."

joy shivered at the touch of irene's rough hand, suspense building inside her. 

"i want you to beg for me, joy. beg for my touch, my attention, my mercy."

joy's breath caught in her throat, and she hesitated for a moment. but the desire burning inside her was too much to resist, and she finally spoke up. "please, commander irene. i need you. touch me, make me yours."

irene chuckled darkly, her fingers tracing circles on joy's skin. "oh, you’re already mine, puppy. but i'll give you what you need."

with that, irene's hand moved lower, trailing down joy's spine and over her ass. joy gasped as irene's fingers slipped between her cheeks, exploring her rim with ease. 

her other hand pressed down on joy’s spine, bowing her lower back and exposing her behind even more to the cool night air. 

irene's fingers worked expertly, moving in and out of joy's pursed asshole, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. her touch was rough and demanding, and joy couldn't help but sob as she was pushed closer and closer to the edge.

joy's breathing grew more ragged as she neared her climax, and she gripped the sheets under her tightly. just as she was about to go over the edge, irene suddenly withdrew her fingers, leaving joy panting and desperate for release.

"please," joy whimpered, her body begging for more.

"please what, little one?"

"please, commander irene," joy begged, "i need release. please let me come."

—

irene considered her for a moment, a smirk on her lips. "very well," she finally said, standing from the bed and kneeling behind the younger dame. "but you'll have to earn it. show me how much you want it."

joy gasped as irene's thick member pressed against her, her body trembling with desire. she knew that she had to prove herself if she wanted to earn her release, so she braced herself and pushed back against irene's cock, slipping around its head, taking it deep inside her.

the commander upped the ante without warning and slammed into joy, her cock hitting all the right spots and driving joy wild with ecstasy. 

“ah! oh gods,” joy cried out as her hips slammed into her, her body responding with uncontrollable pleasure. the older dame continued to pound into her with increasing intensity, pushing her further and further up onto her bed from the force. 

joy's moans escalated in volume and desperation as she neared her climax, her body quivering with the force of the impending orgasm under irene's skilled hands.

with a loud cry, joy came, her body convulsing as her hot white seed streamed out of her, spurting onto the hardwood floor — everywhere, making an absolute mess.

irene didn't stop, though. 

again and again, she pistoned in and out, driving her to the brink and barrelling past it. when joy tried to lift herself up off the bed, she only roughly pushed her down. when she attempted to get away by resisting irene’s thrusts with a hand, the commander only twisted her arms until they were against her back. 

joy couldn’t tell when her moans of pleasure turned into cries of panic. or if they even did- she was too intoxicated with the hazy mix of both lust and suffering.

“i- ah! please i- it’s t-too-!”

—

irene ignored her cries and kept pummeling into her, until joy’s cum ran close to transparent, until her arms were tingling numb and sore, until she was completely spent and unable to move.

finally, irene withdrew from the younger dame, her own orgasm only still building inside her. she looked down at joy with a glint in her eyes. "well done," she said. "you've earned your release. but don't think for a moment that you're done pleasing me."

she pushed the younger woman up the bed with ease, joy sprawled and panting and completely at her mercy. "please," joy whimpered, pleading for mercy as she pathetically struggled against irene’s strength. 

the older woman only turned her around so she lay on her back, her knees finally free from her damp bottoms, legs extended and in irene’s hands. 

"please, no more."

irene pinned joy to the bed, her body writhing beneath her touch. she wasn't finished yet. she wanted to see how far she could push the younger dame, to take her to the edge and beyond. she leaned down, joy's thighs stretched between their chests, her lips ghosting over the other woman’s ear.

"i'm not done with you yet," she whispered, her breath hot against sweaty skin.

joy’s breath caught in her throat as the words sent shivers down her spine. she couldn't handle more, her body was already pushed to its limits. 

"no… please," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. but her plea only served to fuel irene's desire, and she felt the older woman press herself harder against her body. “i can’t take it anymore.”

"you're mine, joy," irene growled, her teeth digging into the pliant flesh of her neck, causing a sting of pain to shoot across joy’s shoulder. then the commander leaned back, looming above her. "and i'll take you as many times as i want."

joy nodded obediently, her big eyes glazed with fear.

irene’s smirk widened into a smug grin as she sheathed herself back into joy, the younger woman’s tight hole taking in her shaft with familiarity, her cavern fluttering around her. the pain was so intense it caused joy’s eyes to well up with tears.

with only a dark chuckle in reaction, irene continued her assault on the younger dame’s body, determined to break her completely.

“haah, ah, ah, hmfh,” joy babbled, her arms weakly covering her face as she drooled, delirious from the overstimulation on her hole and swollen cock swinging freely against her navel, chafing against the skin there.

irene continued to thrust into joy, relishing in the sensation of the younger woman's body spasming with the strain, wrapped tightly around hers. 

with each thrust, she could feel joy's body weakening under her, the light of consciousness in the younger woman’s eyes dimming. irene leaned down once more with a grin, pressing her lips against joy's ear.

"still with me, my pretty pet?" she chuckled, her own breaths coming short as she neared climax.

joy response was a weak whine, her body unable to form coherent words or thoughts, in and out of lucidity. irene's smug grin only grew wider as she continued to take joy past the point of ecstasy, the younger woman’s awareness slipping away.

irene's body tensed as she felt the familiar sensation building inside of her. 

“fuck, joy, you’re so tight, baby,” she groaned, leaning forward until her elbows framed joy’s face, licking into the younger woman’s soft mouth.

“f-for you,” was joy’s murmured, barely conscious response that sent her over the edge.

with one final, deep thrust, irene reached her climax. her body convulsed with pleasure, muscles contracting and relaxing in rapid succession as she felt her release flood the patiently waiting passage that was joy’s rectum. her toes curled and her fingers dug into pale skin as ripples of euphoria stirred inside of her.

“take it, you fucking dog. who’s barking now?” she grunted, gritting her teeth.

she could feel every ridge and vein of her own flesh rubbing against joy's inner walls, heightening her pleasure as the younger woman's body went limp under her, clear cum gushing out of her flaccid, worn-out cock.

and yet the commander’s dick continued to throb and pump out her own release, filling in joy’s abused hole unhurriedly, simply pouring out her seed until it spilled out.

irene withdrew from joy, the sound of their slick flesh separating filling the small room. she looked down at the younger woman whose features were slack in unconsciousness, and felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her.

she surveyed the marks left on joy's skin with a sense of satisfaction. the palm-shaped bruises were scattered across joy's neck, ankles, and hips, a testament to the intensity of their encounter. 

some of the marks were deep purple, the skin swollen and tender to the touch. others were a mottled shade of red, indicating that they were more recent. irene traced her fingers lightly over the bruises, feeling a shiver of pleasure run through her as she remembered how joy had writhed and moaned beneath her.

funnily enough, the marks blended in seamlessly with the other bruises that joy had accumulated during her knightly training. to the casual observer, it would be impossible to tell which bruises were the result of battle and which were the result of their tryst.

irene relished in the thought, knowing that joy needed more of this kind of training anyway. it was clear that joy needed to learn her place, and irene was more than happy to teach her.

[dogwithbird]

One on One

Javier Peña needs a new secretary, and he expects you to prove that you're qualified for the position.

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Javier Peña x Reader/You

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: dubcon, like extreeemely dubious consent that very much borders on noncon, abuse of power, oral sex (m receiving), rough oral, hair pulling, corruption kink kinda, it's the 80s and sexism is rampant

Read below or on AO3

SECRETARY WANTED TOP SALARY, 5 DAY WEEK, 9AM-5PM. PRIOR EXPERIENCE ESSENTIAL APPLICATIONS SHOULD BE MADE TO AGT J. PEÑA, DEA

“Thank you so much for considering me for this position, Agent Peña.”

He nodded, thumbing through your resume. 

”Says here you’ve only got a few years of experience, is that right?”

”Um, yes sir,” he saw your confidence take a hit, though you were back to your peppy demeanor not a moment later, “I was the receptionist at a hair salon and before that I worked as a mother’s helper. Right now, I work as secretary to Mr. Alberto Ramirez, he’s an attorney, but um, he’s retiring … his office is actually only a few blocks away from here-“ you were rambling, you both know this.

”Hair salon, huh?” he interrupts you with a raised eyebrow.

”Yes, sir, I know it doesn’t sound like much but it really does take skill to schedule so many appointments and juggle so many different schedules. At my current position, my responsibilities have increased tenfold...” he tuned you out. He was sure you were plenty qualified, that he'd receive glowing review from your references. He didn't really care. 

You were punctual - too punctual, maybe - you showed up fifteen minutes early to your interview. Javier had watched you squirm from his office as you waited and waited. 

You were the type of girl he’d categorize as sweet. A daddy’s girl who never dared break curfew, the first woman in her family to earn a college degree. Someone's high school sweetheart, surely. Most importantly, he saw that nervous look in your eyes, the little beads of sweat forming on your palms that you kept primly clasped in your lap. 

You tried to cover up how nervous you were by looking the part - crossed legs sheathed in shiny pantyhose, hair meticulously styled and drowned in that goddamn AquaNet hairspray that every woman in the city used, makeup that you could stand to go lighter on, sensible heels that still put you nowhere near his height. You wore a drab gray skirt and matching jacket with shoulder pads he was sure some issue of Cosmo had told you would help you land the job of your dreams! The silk blouse underneath, though, that intrigued him. That same fashion magazine probably would’ve told you to go one button higher, but he swore he caught a peek of a lace bra when you moved to your right. He didn’t think you seemed like the type of girl to seduce her way through an interview - you seemed pretty damn buttoned-up in all ways but literally - and that led him to the conclusion that you didn’t even realize that your top was practically showing your belly button. His pants tightened.

”Sweetheart, I’ll be honest here,” he said and watched you nod, giving him your full attention, “you’re a little less qualified for this job than I’d like to see.” He watched your face fall, and he knew he shouldn’t be taking as much pleasure in this as he was. He stood up and walked over to the window that exposed his personal office to the larger floor, turning the rod in his fingers to close the blinds. Then, he turned back towards you. He wondered if you knew what he was about to suggest - if that magazine had warned you against men abusing their power in the workplace! - or if you’d be learning first-hand today. 

”But I can tell you want this real, real bad,” he closed the distance and found himself on the other side of his desk - your side - leaning against the side, dangerously close to you, “don’t you, sweetheart?” 

Your face reddened and he heard the light squeak of your pantyhose rubbing together as you adjusted in your chair. You were eye level to his crotch.

”Yes, of course, I - I’m very interested in the position, Agent Peña,” you tried and failed to make eye contact with him, head craned upwards. 

He laughed under his breath, eyes focusing on that one button on your blouse.

”It’s a very competitive job market we’re in, sweetheart. You’re one of a few dozen applicants.” He was lying to you through his teeth. The only other application they’d received just said “FUCK COPS” in the name box and was otherwise blank. Nonetheless, his cock twitched as he saw your eyes widen at his statement.

”Why, out of everyone, should I pick you?” He let his legs fall into a spread, and fuck, you had to see that he was half hard at this point. Your focus flits between his face and his crotch, unsure of where to look. 

“Well, um, sir, I’m very focused and hard working - I r-really think I can learn just about anything I put my mind to, and I learn real quick - and I can type at seventy words per minute-“ Javier watched you fumble your way through your sentence before he interrupted you. 

”Would you say you’re the type to go above and beyond, do anything to get the job done?”

”Y-yes sir, of course.”

”Can you give me an example of a time when you’ve gone above and beyond your duties to help your boss out?”

”I- um,"

He sat there, leaned back on the desk, cock basically fighting to get out of his jeans. He watched again as your eyes bounced between his crotch and his face, like you were waiting for him to start laughing and say “gotcha,” or maybe for him to give you a green light. He held eye contact with you, smiled, and nodded - just in case it was the latter you were waiting for.

With that, you leaned forward in your chair and slowly brought your hands to his belt, gingerly unbuckling it and unzipping his pants. His cock sprung out, and you were visibly surprised at the heft of it. 

”Go on, sweetheart. Don’t have to be so nervous.”

He was certain your copy of Cosmo included an article on how to satisfy your man! - and he was looking forward to seeing what exactly they were teaching young women these days.

You thumbed the tip of his cock, looking up at him for reassurance. He nodded again, urging you to continue. You stroked him slowly with soft, manicured hands, pre-cum and sweat intermingling to give slip. Now that you leaned forward, your blouse wasn’t hiding anything - your little white lacy bra was on full display for him.  

“C’mon, give it a taste,” he urged you and you nodded in response. Slowly, too goddamn slowly, you brought your mouth to his cock. Javier stifled a moan, not yet wanting to show his hand. Quick, wet licks brought all of his blood from his head to his dick and he completely lost his ability to think straight. You hesitantly took him into your mouth, plush lips engulfing the tip of his cock. You brought your hands to his thighs, gripping softly to give yourself stability as you sucked him. His eyes never left you as you took him deeper, little by little.

Javier could barely contain himself as you took him deeper, your gag reflex only adding to his pleasure. He watched as your hair began to lose its perfect coif, strands sticking to your forehead from the sweat forming there. Your lipstick was beginning to rub off and transfer onto his cock, and he couldn’t help but smirk at the sight. He gripped your hair roughly, pulling you closer and further down onto his cock. He could feel the back of your throat constrict around him, making him let out a low groan.

As Javier watched you with half-lidded eyes, he couldn’t help but notice how your makeup was beginning to smudge and roll down your cheeks. It only made him want you more, the thought of ruining you completely sending shivers down his spine. He thrusted his hips further, one hand at the back of your head gripping your hair, and watched as you gagged. You gripped his thighs tighter, long nails digging in through his slacks. He pulled you off of his cock, desperate to see you.

“Aww, cariño, you can do it. You need this job, don’t you?” He encouraged you as your eyes filled with tears. You tried to catch your breath.

“Y-yes sir,” he watched your chest heave, tits spilling out of your bra, “please, keep going.”

The sight of your makeup-smeared face and jaw hanging slack as you asked him to continue fucking your face was nearly enough to send him over the edge then and there. He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face when he saw your lip tremble.

“You’re doing great, sweetheart. Just a little bit further,” he encouraged you, reaching down to gingerly wipe a tear from under your eye. You managed a small, ghostly smile through your tears and took a deep breath, psyching yourself up for the next wave of this challenge. With renewed determination you took his cock back into your mouth, this time with less hesitation.

Javier could feel himself getting dangerously close to his climax. The sight of you in front of him, head bobbing up and down while you gagged, tears staining your makeup-smeared face, was too much to handle. He groaned and pulled you off of him, his cock now slick with your spit and lipstick.

“Gonna come all over your pretty face, cariño,” he said between heavy breaths, “you want me to come on your face, huh?” He was desperate - he moved his own hand to his cock to finish himself off, pumping furiously as he watched you shift your hands back into your own lap.

Before you could answer him, Javier's hand moved from his cock to grip your chin tightly. He forced your head up to look at him, his eyes burning into yours. You could barely choke out what he assumed was a "yes, sir.” He was too fucking close to process whatever was coming out of your mouth.

He instructed you to open and you did - fuck, you were so obedient - and he painted your face with thick, white ropes. You closed your eyes and sniffled softly as the first spurts landed across your face, your hair, and in your open mouth, but you didn’t wipe them away. You just sat there, accepting his gift graciously.

Once he was spent, he zipped his pants back up and adjusted his belt, buckling it with a final click. He grabbed a tissue from his desk and offered it to you, unable to hide the smirk on his face as he watched you try to clean yourself up in vain.

Javier cleared his throat, breaking the tension in the small office. He folded your resume back up and placed it on top of his desk. “Thanks for coming in today, sweetheart,” he said with a small smile. “Keep it between us for now, but I think you’re a shoe-in for this position. You're certainly qualified."

[mermaidsirennikita]

Have you read Captive Bride by Johanna Lindsay?

This year I decided to try more old school historical romances

I haven't--I'm not yet sure that I want to go into sheik romances, tbh. Even for the project, where I'm going to intentionally read problematic books.

My next Johanna is going to be Prisoner of My Desire, which I actually think I did read at an outrageously young age. That one is pretty legendary, though it does have noncon and dubcon, enacted by both parties.

If you are looking for more old school authors, I would definitely recommend:

Julie Garwood--active from the 80's onward, just recently left of us. She writes a mixture of historical, romantic suspense, and I think contemporaries as well, and her historicals are all over the place in terms of time period and location. My favorite by her thus far is the verrrry classic "The Bride", which is an English/Scottish border marriage medieval. Has the classic "You call her mine" "I won't take you until you're wearing my plaid" Alec Kincaid. Technically a heads up for dubcon because Alec... gets the party started while Jamie is asleep (and not in a Sebastian St. Vincent "you're hard to wake up" way, in a "oh boy that is in there" kind of way). To be fair, she loved it. To be fair, I also loved it.

Judith McNaught--80's onward, known for her Westmoreland books. My favorite is A Kingdom of Dreams, another Scottish/English medieval but this time SHE'S the Scottish one, and is literally known as "the Merrick bitch" because she's a nightmare and basically emotionally terrorizes this man for most of the book after he kidnaps her. He does outsource his kidnapping! But by the time the king forces them to marry he's hauling her to the altar like "LOOK BITCH I DON'T WANNA BE HERE EITHER" and it's soooo funny. Heads up that she's like... a cool 17 (so is Jamie in the above book, I think, it was a different time) and there's some dubcon by way of coercion. But again, she loved it.

Jude Deveraux--80's onward, kinda writes a little lighter? And her genres are all over the place too. Still working. Did a delightful Trailblazer episode on Fated Mates. My favorite Deveraux is A Knight in Shining Armor (I have a hard back with the original cover and it is an AMAZING cover) which is a medieval time travel book in which the 80's era heroine is ditched by her fiance and his daughter with no money in the middle of nowhere, so she's like dramatically sobbing in this church or something and wishing for a knight in shining armor and one just APPEARS. But he's kind of the worst? And like tries to spend her money and shit lmao? ("Hero has no concept of money and keeps running bills up" is a microtrope I love.) Anyway, there is definitely some problematic stuff in this book and I haven't read it in a whiiile so no promises there, but I did enjoy it a lot back in the day. And it taught me a thing.

So those other three make up, with Johanna, the "4 J's". Other authors I'd recommend checking out:

Elizabeth Lowell. I guess the 90's romances are old school? But yes, I adore her Medieval trilogy--Untamed, Forbidden, and Enchanted. All of them involve pushy alpha heroes, medieval high drama, INSANITY, vague mysticism which is present more in older books. Enchanted definitely has a harder plotline--the heroine is recovering from rape, and some of the approach is dated but overall well-intentioned imo.

Anne Stuart--Just started reading her. DARK. A Rose at Midnight has noncon (past experiences, sorta the hero???), dubcon (with the hero), a very dark and murder-heavy backstory. It's a tough book, but I found it beautiful and super romantic.

[wily-one24]

Fic Stat Meme

Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

(stealing from @jaqofspades)

Most hits: Paint It Black - Emma Swan/ Regina Mills, NC17. DUBCON, bordering on noncon. Not for the faint-hearted. Emma is taken prisoner by the Evil Queen and made to be her Pet. Starts off really dark, but the characters work through a whole bunch of trauma throughout.

Second most kudos: (technically also PiB, so let's go with top kudos): Memory Cloud - M - Emma Swan/ Regina Mills, no real warnings. The one with the memory shenannigans. An AU in which Emma and Regina raised Henry together, but for reasons, Regina cast another curse taking Emma out of everyone's memories, and Storybrooke out of Emma's memories. In Season One, Emma starts to remember and it's... ANGSTY. And fun.

Third Most Comments: Wicked Game (woo, SVU enters the chat), Olivia Benson/Elliot Stabler, NC17. This fic delves into issues of emotional bordering on physcial abuse and questions of consent, it asks whether real love equals healthy love, and how two detectives who are trained to do deal with this sort of thing can fall into such a dysfunctional relationship. ANGSTY.

Fourth Most Bookmarks: Molasses and Taffy - Veronica Mars/Logan Echolls, T. This fic deals with the aftermath of the Season Two Finale, by getting a bunch of emotionally traumatised teenagers into a room and getting them drunk. And then have Veronica confronting both Logan and Dick Casablancas about their involvement in her rape. ANGST. But emotional healing!!!!

Fifth Most Words: This one is tricky, because the fifth is already taken here. In fact, out of the top five, only the third is free. Let's break it down, Paint It Black at #1 (141,513), Wicked Game at #2, (121,763), Molasses & Taffy at #4 (84,480) and Memory Cloud at #5 (73,838).

Which leaves us with #3, Adam's Rib (108,404) T. Kaylee Frye/ River Tam, Firefly. The one with River Tam and all her super psychic friends. The Alliance is super evil and they do super evil stuff. A budding romance between Kaylee and River, amongst delving into all that the Alliance did in terms of experimenting on psychically talented children.

Least Words: Slinky (625 words), Gen, Firefly fandom. Jayne helps Zoe after the events of Serenity the movie.

I think this is fairly spread over some of my most popular fandoms and fics. It's a nice little cross section of my writing. I think. Not all my faves are here, but some. 😊

This is a tag yourself kinda meme. So if you wanna do it, GO DO IT. I ain't stopping ya.

[lips-parted-soft-sighs]

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this is a brand new blog so i’m gonna let the vibe and direction be kinda fluid for now, other than being generally NSFW. MINORS DNI. theoretically down for horny asks, i’m gonna request they be wlw only for now and that folks be over 25yo if you want nsfw interaction. that has nothing to do with any supposed threshold of frontal lobe development, i’m just not interested in people that much younger than me. please include your pronouns if you want to be addressed in any way. if you just wanna confess something juicy and you don't require a response, that's ok too.

two spirit, intersex, transmasc, transfemme, fluid, non-binary, etc. count for wlw if that’s how you identify. anatomy doesn't factor into it for me.

i won’t judge you for your kinks if i don't have them in common with you but obviously i reserve the right not to engage and/or to use the block button.

💚

green flags:

-yearning, sensuality and sensory descriptions, teasing. specificity. do you call everyone ‘baby’? then do me one better. get creative.

-true vers. the hypercompetent part of me just wants to be a pillow princess and turn my brain off, but i do love to take care of people. you wanna be bossed around by someone shorter than you?

-worship. devotion.

-massage as foreplay and aftercare. not to brag but i am a massage therapist.

-rope play/bondage. bonus points to anyone who actually knows how shibari utilizes pressure points

-exhibitionism. isn’t it intoxicating when everyone around falls in love with us, too?

-biting, hickeys.

-nonsexual erogenous zones. touch me everywhere.

-overstimulation

-squirting. this is also an academic interest of mine if you wanna talk about it from a physiological perspective too. i have pdfs and doi numbers 😉

-fisting

-afterglow. that sleepy sweaty feeling is worth fantasizing about too

💛

yellow flags:

-foot stuff. doesn’t really do it for me but if you want someone to step on you, it might be fun

-impact play. i enjoy it but it’s also bordering on vanilla at this point. kinda bored of it on the receiving end. might be up to giving.

-spit. neutral about spitting, not into being spat on/in.

-hard fucking. not to knock it, but i do think sometimes the enthusiasm is to make up for a lack of experience.

-ass play. pretty neutral about receiving, enthusiastic about giving if that’s what you’re into. even in fantasy, i would prefer imagining a dental dam for rim jobs tho lol

-toys. make a case if that's really moving you, but i am craving skin on skin so bad that i'm not thinking about being stimulated remotely, y'know? tell me what you can do with your touch.

❤️

red flags/triggers:

-hatefucking, degredation, humiliation.

-choking, gagging

-noncon/dubcon

-bodily wastes

-ageplay

[gingersnaaps]

too much of a good thing

he's so sweet, so kind, so dumb - is bokuto really capable of anything besides the best intentions?

wc: ~2.7k

tags/tw's(PLEASE READ): explicit n*fw, dubcon sex to noncon creampie, manipulation, lovebombing and then neglect, overstimulation, cunnilingus, fingering, penetration, a lil angst, timeskip!bokuto, fem!reader with inner genitals

i don’t want minors interacting with my content

Being subtle was never really Bokuto’s thing, not even in the beginning.

In some ways, you suppose that you’re lucky - that you’re better off than your friends who you would always hear complaining, muttering about boys who didn't like to commit, didn’t like labels, who didn’t like texting first or buying gifts or putting in any effort at all.

Barely a week into your relationship, you come home from work with your head dizzy and feet aching from exhaustion, and discover a dozen bouquets of roses on your doorstep. Crimson petals are littered everywhere, strewn against the grey concrete of the steps, and although you feel your neck and face heating up with embarrassment at the grand gesture, you can’t suppress the smile that tugs at the corner of your lips.

He really was so sweet. Who cares if he wasn’t exactly shy about expressing it?

None of the other guys you’ve dated before had sent you good morning texts quite like his, filled with exclamation points and emojis, and none of them had tried nearly as hard as Bokuto does with his breathy, eager i love you’s, his frequent hugs whenever he gets the chance to see you, or even his phone calls that come twice, three times, even four times in the middle of the day.

But the more days that pass by, the more intense it gets.

He picks you up after work all the time, cupping your face in his hands, eyes gleaming almost unnaturally bright. “I love you,” he’ll whisper. “You’re so wonderful, baby. You’re perfect. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you.”

You can’t help but think that these are the sort of words that come months into a relationship, if not years, but… there’s nothing really wrong with what he’s doing, is there? There’s no reason you should be uneasy, no indication of even the slightest hint of trouble on his part.

You’re probably just paranoid.

Bokuto doesn’t stop at words, though - he earns a good sum of money from his job playing professional volleyball, and he’s never hesitant to use it on you. A week after he leaves you the roses, he asks you out on a date to a restaurant you know is ridiculously expensive, and the uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach grows as you scroll through pictures of the establishment on Google Images.

“I don’t think I can afford it, Bo,” you tell him, voice hesitant and crackly over the phone. “If we go, I won’t be able to pay my share.”

“So?”

It’s just a word, but the implication isn’t lost on you. And if he’s fine with paying for you, if he’s okay with the hundreds of dollars you’ll be owing him, well - there’s no good reason to turn him down, right?

During the date, you talk with him as you spoon bites of delicate food into your mouth. The restaurant is too lavish, the plush velvet carpeting and crystal chandeliers almost a parody of luxury. You’re pretty sure the utensils are half the price of your rent.

He leans over in the middle of the meal, expression suddenly serious. “You’re enjoying this, right?” he asks.

“I am. I’m kinda lucky, aren’t I? Being spoiled like this.”

“Yeah,” he replies, his grin so bright it could rival the sun. “You really are.”

And suddenly - just for a moment - you catch a glimpse of something slightly off about his whole expression, as if it was a mask waiting to be ripped off to reveal something much, much different underneath, but the fleeting moment is gone so quickly you convince yourself that it’s just your eyes playing tricks on you.

Bokuto has been nothing if not perfect, after all. If you’re uneasy, it’s probably just because you aren’t used to being treated like this, aren’t used to someone that lavishes you with constant gifts and praise and displays of affection like he does. On the way back in the taxi, he whispers everything he loves about you softly in your ear, his arm snaking around your waist as his thumb rubs tender circles into your skin. His body is pressed so close to yours, his breath gently tickling your ear, warmth radiating out from his firm, muscled body.

He’s so good to you.

-

It doesn’t last forever.

Bokuto’s affection dries up slowly, but his presence has been such a constant in your life that it’s impossible for you not to notice.

Some mornings, you find yourself waking up to a hollow feeling in your chest as you check your message notifications and find nothing - no late night rants, no funny pictures, no enthusiastic, joyful good morning texts. During the day, the silence now stretches on for hours too long, uncomfortably empty and devoid of the persistent calls that you used to get every single hour.

When he does see you, he’s remarkably reserved - eyes always downcast, fingers fidgeting incessantly, clearly disinterested in what you’re doing, what you’re saying - in fact, disinterested in all of you.

Maybe he’s just busy with volleyball, you rationalize, but your stomach churns with anxiety and deep down, you know that something’s changed.

You try and ignore the dull ache inside of you that seems to follow you around wherever you go, a little voice inside your head constantly reminding you of what Bokuto used to do. Two months ago, he would’ve picked you up. He would’ve sent you flowers today. He would’ve taken you out to eat.

It builds up slowly and steadily, a crescendo of pain that grows in volume the longer he’s gone, like a tidal wave of confusion and hurt that swirls around inside you - until one day, you’re sitting by yourself in the car, sobbing quietly in the cramped darkness.

At least he doesn’t turn you away when you show up on his doorstep.

Your eyes are rimmed with red, streaks of eye makeup running down your face as a frown twists at his features. “Please, Bo,” you whisper. “Let me make it up to you.”

And you’re not exactly sure what you did, but you want to fix it, want him back in your life, want to wake up to his smiles and his laughter and his incessant, boundless energy, and you know you’re willing to do anything to get that back.

“Really?” he asks, eyes glimmering faintly with hope.

You nod almost imperceptibly, about to reply yes, yes, want you back so bad, when he grabs your waist with his hands and pulls you in for a kiss so passionate it borders on harsh. It’s a whirlwind of teeth and tongue, a mix of sucking and licking and biting that leaves you gasping for breath, your red lips swollen and slick with spit.

He pulls you inside, his hands roaming all over your body, groping and squeezing at your supple flesh, goosebumps running down your spine as he brings a hand up to brush against your nipple. For the first time in weeks, you see excitement on his face, and his voice trembles as he leans close in. “Let me take care of you,” he says. “Wanna make you feel good.”

And even though there’s apprehension crawling under your skin at his sudden mood swing, you’re so, so glad this version of Bokuto is back that you brush off that hesitation, the mixture of happiness and anticipation overwhelming every single thought in your mind.

As his fingertips graze the soft skin of your torso, his hands - so much larger than yours - maneuver your body around with such ease and grace that you barely notice when you end up on his couch, legs spread wide open as he looks up from between your thighs hungrily. “I - fuck, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he says, out of breath, eyes running over the swollen outline of your cunt.

You whimper softly as his nose brushes up against your clit, his piercing, golden eyes still gazing intently up at you.

He doesn’t waste any of his time teasing you, his flat of his tongue sliding up along your slit with the perfect amount of pressure to leave you squirming. It’s almost as if he knows exactly where to lick and suck, eagerly pressing his tongue up against your clit in insistent circles, lapping at your dripping pussy until your juices are running down his chin. He’s so eager in between your legs, and everytime he finds a spot that makes your legs tremble needily, he gives it so much attention that you already start to feel that wave of pleasure building in your core.

“Don’t stop,” you pant, your hands sliding into his hair as your hips thrust upwards. “Please.”

Bokuto doesn’t need you to tell him that. Shouldn’t have wasted your breath, he thinks idly, diving in and eating you out with renewed vigor.

When his tongue glides around your spasming cunt and dips in briefly, you can’t stop the moan that tumbles from your lips. His tongue is so stupidly long and flexible, sliding inside and licking at your sensitive walls, curling up and brushing against your g-spot until you start to shudder and tremble under him.

You cum embarrassingly quick, your hips jerking and stuttering wildly as he finishes you off. He fucks you through your orgasm, sucking gently at your clit until the border between pain and pleasure starts to blur and you’re moaning so loudly he thinks the neighbors will have complaints for him the next morning.

“Feel good, baby?” he asks, voice sending vibrations through your pussy.

“Yeah,” you mumble.

“How about another?”

Your eyes widen. “W-what?”

“I think you can handle it, right?” a huge grin splits his face as he spreads your pussy apart with two fingers, looking at your swollen, spent cunt. He barely gives your chance to respond before he trails his fingers against your lips, fingers teasing in and out of your slick entrance.

This time, Bokuto uses his hands to stretch you out, inserting his digits one by one until three of his thick, long fingers are nestled inside of your pussy. He thrusts them languidly in and out, his fingertips caressing your nerves until you’re tense and wound up for him again.

“Come on,” he encourages. “You can take it.”

Your brain is hazy from the stimulation, barely registering anything but pleasure as his fingers search and probe like they have some sort of job to do. You feel damp with heat and moisture, the pulsing, burning need in between your legs insistent and demanding.

“Almost there,” he breathes, voice raspy with arousal. A fourth finger brushes up against your lips, and the thought of more stretch, more stimulation, more pleasure, has you clenching desperately against the ones that your cunt is already spread out on.

You sob, your body strung out and wrecked, suspended on the tipping point of another orgasm.

As you cum again, the feeling of relief - white-hot and blinding - rips along your core. You’re not sure you’ve experienced anything quite so intense before, and as you look down at him, hands still manipulating your cunt so expertly, you don’t know if he has the intention of stopping anytime soon.

He stands up and your eyes drift to his cock, flushed purple and almost painfully hard, dripping with precum. His hand strokes along his shaft, soft curses muttered under his breath, but he opens them wide again and looks down at you sadly. “I’m so sorry,” he says, voice pleading. “I don’t have any condoms.”

Bokuto sounds so genuine, his tone kind and filled with regret, and guilt begins to sting at your conscience. He’s made you feel so fucking good, given you the best orgasms of your life - is it really fair if you leave him wanting and unsatisfied?

You’re fucked halfway out of your mind when you answer, eyes still fixated on his cock, head swimming with thoughts of how much you want to please him.

“It’s fine,” you say, your words slurred and hesitant. “You can.. you can use me. Use my pussy to get you off. Jus’ pull out at the end.”

Ecstasy flashes across his face, and he looks down eagerly. “Fuck, babe. You’re so perfect. I love you.”

You hadn’t heard those words for weeks.

His strong arms pick you up easily, maneuvering you around until he’s the one sitting on the couch and your cunt is positioned right over his dick. His hands grip tightly at your waist, fingertips pressing so insistently that you’re sure you’ll wake up the next morning with bruises dotting your skin. He lowers you down slowly, carefully, groaning as he fills you up and the warmth of your cunt envelopes him whole.

He already looked big, just from the cursory glance you’d taken earlier, but as you feel the tip of his cock shove against your cervix, your breath almost catches at how you feel your walls expanding to accommodate all of him.

The drag of his curved cock up against your sensitive walls leaves your legs trembling and squirming, but he holds you firmly down as he thrusts up inside over and over. “Stay still,” he coos. “Let me take care of you.”

Bokuto starts off gently, fucking you with shallow little thrusts that have you panting with desperation. He can tell by the way your cunt is fluttering that you're craving more, that the two orgasms he gave you earlier just wasn’t enough for a greedy girl like you, and he relishes the way your small hands grip desperately at his shirt.

He raises you up off his cock, running the tip up and down your slit until your pussy throbs, and slams you back down again. The rhythm he maintains is steady and even, bouncing you up and down on his cock like a ragdoll, whispering stuttered curses and phrases of endearment against your ear, making you shiver from the overload of stimuli.

“Feels so amazing,” he moans. “Gonna.. Gonna cum soon.”

The heat in your core grows intense at the thought of his orgasm, involuntarily whining, and you start to rock your hips back and forth in an attempt to search out more friction.

Bokuto knows he promised to pull out. He knows that it wouldn’t be right if he stayed buried inside your cunt. But how is he supposed to stop himself when you feel this good, wrapped so obediently around him like a perfect little fuck doll? And the heat of your cunt is gripping incredibly tight all around his length, your little squirms and shivers so adorable as he uses you to get himself off.

He can’t help himself.

With one last, desperate thrust, he lets go, thick spurts of cum filling you up until he’s sure your insides are dripping white, and he caresses your stomach where your womb would be in satisfaction. It feels so good to cum inside of a tight cunt, much better than it would’ve if he’d forced himself to pull out, he thinks. And you look so pretty all full and leaking with his seed.

It takes you a moment to fully register the warm, wet feeling pooling inside you, your brain too fucked out, too stupid from the constant stimulation to truly understand what exactly dripping from your slit is.

When you do realize - oh god, he came inside me - panic starts to grip at the edges of your frayed nerves, your vision tunneling as the magnitude of what had just happened hits you. Tears start to blur the world around you, the dim lighting of his living room merging the furniture and warping the walls, and you faintly register the feeling of arms wrapped tight around you, a hand reaching up to caress soothingly at your cheek.

“You know,” Bokuto whispers, face lit up in wonder. “I think we’re soulmates.”

[honeyhotteoks]

I’m sorry this is going to be a little long… oops? I finally have a long weekend and now that I’m home I’m ready to dive into TNT (which I’ve been holding off for so long it’s insane I didn’t cave in earlier lol)

“Yunho would recommend we all stop drinking water if Mingi said it was a good idea.” I actually giggled at this and scared my parents’ cat lmao T^T This is hilarious and I already love the character dynamics! Also, kudos to woo for helping mc by giving her lozenges, I already love his character juygtfdfghj (I have a feeling he’s gonna be my favourite)

Oh gosh Mingi’s “it’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you” and Yunho's “I’m just worried about you, I want you safe” had me melting on the floor. T^T

As someone who finds… the whole abo thing slightly… *sigh* how do I put it nicely? A lot of it goes very close to the nc category and always manages to make me uncomfortable especially since boundaries are not set before and just... Yeah. So, the fact that they’re talking about it beforehand and setting boundaries makes this so much better? I mean I know you said that ch 3 borders on dubcon, but they did talk about it so I guess that worked out well?

Bruhhhhhh I LOVE HOW YOU’VE WRITTEN MINGI HERE JKHTYRDFGCHJH the no-nonsense, level-headed guy~ T^T (who also runs away when things calm down lmao... Well... We can give him this one though, the aftermath is quite awkward)

JKGFVHKJIU You’ve got me all blushing and giggling with the dialogue especially the “Alphas are meant to provide,” He reminds you, “so let us.”

I love the awkwardness and the lingering feelings that are there throughout chapter 4~ And the last line obliterated me jkhgfjlui T^T She just wants her yungi T^T

OKAY CAN I SAY I LOVE JUNG WOOYOUNG? Remember when I said he’s gonna be my favourite in the beginning (lol I started writing this ask like… 3 hours ago oops?) I KNEW THERE WAS A REASON FOR THAT HAHAHA~ Can I get work friend!WY too please?

Oh gosh, okay Seonghwa! LMAO I love how he took the whole thing in stride. We love an unphased man~ And he offered himself up for the next heat??? AND THE WAY HE DOES IT OML. “you’re pretty, I’m pretty.” I was literally rolling on the couch in laughter.

Oh gosh, Sannie being the voice of reason is so on brand. (And side note, the whole, “but being a romantic doesn’t mean you have to let people hurt you” seems like such a San thing to say I— *sob*) I honestly love chapter 5 so much? Can’t wait to see how the friendship between mc and woosanhwa grows (because I literally love them so much rn ahaha) and how things turn out with yungi~

P.S. sorry if this is weird and feels more like a smash of random words jskmsns T^T I'm always kinda nervous to send asks but I loved the fic so much I just had to tell you ;-;

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! okay so i was literally giggling and clapping my hands reading this review i LOVE it thank you so much for taking the time. it means so much to me that you would do this 😭

but also YES to work friend wooyoung, like in my opinion he just has the makings for the perfect best friend character and there's so much more to come with him and the MC here. he's the most fun to write every time, he gets to have the best dialogue lol

also regarding your note about dubcon/noncon, i couldn't agree more! i'm comfortable reading both of those things if called out clearly in a fic, and i recognize why it's a kink, but it's really a sensitive topic that isn't for everyone and should be handled delicately. that was a big reason why i wrote the consent scene pre-heat in, and i'm glad that resonated with you! i've mentioned this on the blog before, but there will be a noncon scene in a later chapter between the MC and another character however, i just want to be clear it is not actually sexual, it's more just the implication of it and reader grappling with being an omega and feeling like she doesn't have the autonomy she wants to have. i really hope that is taken well by everyone, but just wanted to mention it again since you talked about it and for any other readers that may not have seen my earlier note.

also wait yes protective mingi / alpha mingi makes my brain spin. i'm excited to write yunho later on being a little more self assured about everything because he was leaning more hesitant in earlier chapters and letting mingi take the lead.

thank you SO much for your comment again, you pulled out some lines that honestly i was really proud of when i wrote them, so this comment means a lot.

[seita]

i'm the second tamaki going feral anon, and seeing the brat tamer shinsou made me think oooh??? shinsou?? going feral?? please??

FERAL SHINSOU FUCKIN B E T !!!! i'd like to apologize in advance for this BUT i am who i am

tw: hard dubcon/bordering noncon, somnophilia

usually shinsou came home before you went to sleep. or at the very least facetimed you so you could say goodnight. when he didn't one night, you were worried and tried to stay up. but as the hours ticked by you eventual fell asleep on his pillow.

when you woke to something long and thick stretching your cunt out, you whimpered. it wasn't unusual for shinsou to wake you up by fucking you.

"toshi..." you whined, reaching back to push against him, "sl-slow down...kinda hurts..."

"shhh," he hushed you, grabbing you wrist and pinning it behind your back.

the jarring movement finally roused you completely and you realized you were lying flat on your stomach with your cheek pressed against the mattress. shinsou was on top of you, bottoming his fat cock out in your cunt.

"that hurts, hitoshi!" you whined, attempting to sit up only to have a hard hand fist your hair and force your head back down.

"shut up and take it," he snapped, voice rough and much darker than you'd ever heard it, "be a good girl and it'll be over soon."

your face was pressed against the mattress now, making it difficult to breathe. something inside you rattled with fear, his touches and voice were so unfamiliar and harsh. for a moment you began to actually fear for your own safety but...this was your boyfriend, hitoshi. there's no way he'd ever actually hurt you.

he gave a few harsh, painful thrusts and you suddenly realized he wasn't wearing a condom. panic flared up within you and wiggled a bit to pull your head up from the mattress.

"i'm gonna cum," he warned as you suddenly began to squirm.

"p-pull our, toshi," you whimpered, "y-you gotta p-pull out."

"alright sweetheart," he whispered, voice sounding familiar once more.

you relaxed slightly and focused on the way your cunt as dripping down his length and how good his well-aimed movements felt.

just as that relaxation came, it was gone when he suddenly froze and began filling you up with his hot cum. you let out a low whine of despair and felt tears of betrayal sting your eyes.

"t-toshi..." you sniffled as you felt it begin to leak out around his cock.

"don't cry darling..." he coos, beginning to slowly rock his hips once more, "i promise i'll breed you nice and full."

glancing over your shoulder, you were startled to see how strange he looked. his hair was unruly to begin with but now...it was plain wild. his eyes were wide and crazed and there was a maniacal grin on his face.

meanwhile, your phone lit up with several unread text messages from your friends: "shinsou got hit with a quirk. find somewhere safe to go, he's dangerous right now. he will hurt you."

[sasarahsunshine]

📓

I’m actually about to answer an ask/prompt (and when I say “about to” I mean anytime in the next or day) that borders on noncon/dubcon with Alpha Hotch and Omega Reid. I personally have never written something like this before, so I’m very excited about.

Info under the cut cause it’s NSFW. TW: sex pollen (kinda), non con drugging, lots of filthy smut, dubcon, knotting, A/B/O, porn without plot.

Essentially, the unsub creates a drug that forces Omegas into heat so he can breed with the perfect Omega on his terms. His drug is very unstable and causes rutting in Alphas as well. Some people die maybe? Idk yet.

Aaron and Spencer end up getting caught up in the drug. They aren’t together yet, tho they’re in the courting stage and do like each other so this isn’t that bad. Ultimately it forces them to go into a sex-crazed haze where Aaron’s only goal is to impregnate the pretty Omega who is presenting himself so willingly to him <3

The team finds them after they’re knotted, and they can’t get near because Hotch doesn’t recognize them (cause drugs). They have to wait until he and Reid calm down so they can try to help them without the two accidentally hurting themselves while trying to defend their mate in a vulnerable position (mostly Hotch being a growly alpha who feels like the team are threatening his now bonded).

Idk if I want to add a part two where the two of them deal with the aftermath of this whole ordeal, or if it’s just going to be a smutty one-shot. I’ve been thinking about this ask for *days* now and I can’t get the idea out of my head.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Like Real People Do

Warnings: noncon/dubcon elements (rough sex, oral), deception.

This is dark!Loki and ft. some Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: You’re a temp in Stark Tower by day and a fanfic writer by night. What happens when your professional life collides with your secret hobby?

Note: Brief break from HSB but I’m gonna be working on that today and hopefully figuring out when I’ll finish my other pending series. I need to wrap some stuff up so I can move on to newer series, etc. But for now, I hope you like some sneaky Loki.(inspired by an anon ask) Love you guys!

Leave some feedback, like and reblog if you can <3

It was your second week at the tower. You were still in disbelief. Working with larger than life heroes. Literally. And a paid internship no less. It was like a scene out of your very own fic. Well, those could stay a secret. Especially here. 

The golden haired vet and his billionaire pal didn't need to know about your blog. Or that they were the main attraction of it. Or that you had a notebook in your bag of all the ideas that came to you as you typed away at your desk. And who would guess the new assistant was anything but a chipper upstart?

It was almost thrilling. Smiling at them as the plots whirred in your mind. The comments of other thirsty fangirls. And it was all harmless. Just fantasies. Dreams. You'd get your job experience and be on the way all while fueling your illicit hobby. 

It was busy that day. Traffic came in and out as you waved them along and checked in when Tony buzzed. It was an easy job and time passed quickly with the people.

As you looked up, you almost rolled your chair out from under you.  You dropped your pen and quickly retrieved it from your desk. You smiled up at the burly man as he approached you, a thinner, just a familiar man at his shoulder.

"Hello," You sang as you stood to greet him. "You here to see Tony?"

"Why yes I am," The large blonde boomed in response. "You are new here, my lady?"

"Started just over a week ago," You introduced yourself as he offered his hand. "And you're Thor obviously."

He smiled as the other man rolled his eyes. You righted yourself and shook off your excitement. You glanced at him meekly and cleared your throat. 

"Ah, yes, and this is Loki, my brother," Thor chuckled. "He's the quiet type."

You nodded and sat back down. "I'll let him know you're here if you wanna head in."

"Certainly, but if you don't mind, my brother will stay out here." He elbowed Loki playfully, "He's not exactly permitted beyond the desk."

"It was a joke," Loki grumbled, "Your midgardian friends need to evolve a sense of humour."

"Just sit down," Thor turned back to Loki. "And don't give her too much trouble."

Loki rolled his eyes again and retreated. "Don't worry, brother," He sat among the line of chairs, "I'm not so easily amused."

Thor sighed and turned back as he headed past your desk with another smile.  Loki leaned back and draped one leg over the other. You took out your cell and hid it behind your monitor as you checked your notifications. 

You scrolled for a while and set it aside. Several visitors and regulars passed but a tension remained. The office phone rang and you answered with your usual chime. You turned halfway in the chair as you took the call.

You got down to search through the files in your drawer and as you sat up, you found a lithe figure standing not far from your desk. Loki examined the framed photo of Stark and his lab in London. You finished up your call and hung up as he turned away.

He sat again and tapped his toe impatiently. He ran his long fingers down the lapel of his dark suit as he leaned heavily on his elbow. His green eyes stared dully at the wall opposite him, just right of your desk. You peeked at him and squinted. He caught you before you could look away. He smirked.

You looked down and scribbled along the border of the calendar across your desk. You could sense him watching you. You ignored him as you waited for his brother to return. You slid your phone closer and swiped it open. A message blipped in your inbox.

‘Very intriguing stories’. It read. You hurriedly tapped in a ‘thank you’, hit send and locked your phone again. You stared at the screensaver as it bubbled up the monitor.

Finally, you heard that deep voice again. You glanced over your shoulder as Thor appeared beside your desk with Tony. They chuckled as they neared but Loki did not rise. 

“Fine. You keep him in line and I can put up with him. I let the rest of the team know.” Tony said.

“Oh, you know, he’s not all bad,” Thor grinned at Loki and beckoned him over with two fingers. He didn’t move. “He’s a changed god. Trust me.”

“Mmhmm,” Tony hummed skeptically. “We’ll see but you understand, it all comes down on you.”

“You two are much more alike than you think,” Thor laughed. “You both worry too much!” He turned and swept over to Loki. “Come on, brother, before your sour face changes his mind.”

Loki stood with a huff but followed his brother out; chin held high and eyebrow arched. Tony shook his head and leaned on your desk. 

“Word of warning: avoid that one.” He grumbled and you nodded with a shy smile. “Oh, and, coffee. Please. Need it after that one.”

🖋️

Thor and Loki became another staple in the office. By the end of your first month, you were over being star struck. The avengers, the worldly heroes, they were all just your co-workers. And they were nice. Nat brought you a frap every now and then, Steve always went out of his way to say hi, and Bruce was just happy to have someone who would smile and nod through his scientific spiels.

And your blog was booming.

Every night when you got home, you wrote and posted as much as you could. Your small following had doubled and so had your enthusiasm. You might’ve felt a tinge of guilt as you sat across the desk from America’s saviour or his grungy best friend, but they made for steamy fics. Besides, you reminded yourself, it was fiction. You knew the difference between fantasy and reality.

That didn’t always keep you from daydreaming in the office. That day you found yourself doing so several times as Tony stayed late for his last meeting and you were chained to your desk until he was done. You spun lazily in your chair and checked your phone every now and then. You wanted to write but you didn’t dare do that on a work computer.

Finally, the door opened and you looked over as the two shadows neared. Steve clapped Tony on the back. You sat, patiently patient, as you tore yourself from your thoughts. Tony checked his watch as Steve bid you farewell and waited for him to leave before he turned to you.

“Well, kid, I guess you can head out,” He said. “See ya tomorrow, bright and early?”

“You sure?” You asked coyly.

“Don’t push me. I can always find some colour-coding that needs to be done.” He teased. “I gotta find Pepper before she finds me.” He straightened his jacket. “Have a good one. And wish me luck… I’m only about an hour late.”

He strode out and you stood from your chair with a long stretch. Maybe you’d ask for an upgrade in seating. You packed up your purse and the elevator dinged again. You looked up, surprised. Steve waved awkwardly as he entered. 

“Hey, you know, I was just about to leave and I realised, well, it’s late and…” He shrugged, “You need a ride?”

“A ride?” You repeated as you grabbed your blazer from the back of your chair. “Oh, you really don’t have to--”

“It’s dark and kinda chilly. I got heated seats,” He offered. “But I can understand if you prefer those luxury subway recliners.”

 “Alright, you’ve twisted my arm.” You rounded the desk and neared him. “Thanks, Steve. You’re a real hero.”

“Well, that’s what they say,” He smiled as he led you to the elevator and hit the button. “So, where exactly am I going?”

🖋️

Once you were in the car, you were near giddy. It was a bit reminiscent of your last fic. An indulgence on your part. You resisted the urge to pull out your phone as you smiled at him from your seat, his sparkling blue eyes reflected the street lights. Captain America, the Captain America, was driving you home.

Alright, alright, settle down. He was just a man and he was just being nice. And you were terribly quiet, weren’t you?

“Um, so, how was your day?” You asked nervously.

“Ah, usual,” He said. “Tony’s such a perfectionist. We’re headed… we’ll, we’re due for a mission and he’s been lecturing me about ‘unnecessary heroics’, although I call those my job.”

“Mmm,” You nodded emphatically. “Sounds exciting… dangerous.”

“Surely more than riding a desk,” He chuckled. “How’s it going, anyway? You ready to bring a pillow with you or what?”

“Ha, yeah,” You scoffed. “I mean, I’ve had worse. There was an unpaid internship I had entirely in a mail room. Amazing experience.”

“Sounds like,” He returned as the GPS guided him down your street. “You should see if Tony can show you around the lab. He’s always keen to show off his latest toys.”

“Maybe I will,” You chirped as he pulled into your building lot. “Thanks again for the ride.”

“Hey, I wouldn’t feel right. I was already there and--” He put the car into park as he looked at you. “And well, I’ll be honest. Forgive me if it’s a little forward but… we don’t really get much time, do we? In the office, there’s so many distractions and interruptions--”

You giggled nervously as he stretched his arm over the back of your seat.

“What I’m trying to say is it was my pleasure.”

You looked down shyly. Your cheeks burned and you slowly looked back up. You squeaked as his lips met yours. You tried to pull away but he only leaned in more. While it wasn’t entirely unwanted, you couldn’t help but think of your internship. He didn’t seem the type for one night stands and you weren’t exactly fond of the idea of an office romance; even with him.

“Steve,” You finally parted, breathless.

“Sorry, sorry, I just…” He sat back and looked at his hands meekly. “I had to. I’m sorry if I--”

“Really, it… it was nice but I just don’t think…”

“You liked it though?” He interrupted.

“Of course, I mean, I--” You caught yourself and squeezed the strap of your purse. “I can’t really afford to lose this internship and this could--”

“No one needs to know,” He blurted out. “I know how these things are nowadays. I just… I really like you.”

“I don’t know,” You bit your lip. “I… um…”

“Look, I won’t pressure you.” He raised his hands. “I just was putting myself out there. I guess… bad timing.”

You looked at your purse then back to him. You peered around the car. Who would know? Well, you would and Steve would. Things might get awkward if you were to… Then again, this was a dream come true. Were you really going to get out of this car alone? You couldn’t help but wonder if reality lived up to fiction.

“You’re right,” You said quietly. “No one needs to know.”

🖋️

Steve had you off the floor before the door was closed. Your purse bounced across the carpet as he carried you past the doormat and the flimsy coat rack. He blindly lumbered around with you in his arms, your lips locked together. He fell onto the couch with you beneath him as you pushed the leather of his coat down his shoulders.

He parted to help you untangle it from his arms and was just as quick to tear your blazer off and toss it away. His tee shirt was next and your blouse barely kept its buttons as he ripped it off. You never expected such vigour from him; more a doting sore of intimacy, not that you were complaining. 

You slipped out of your heeled oxfords and he kicked off his own shoes as you admired his torso. Every muscle rippled beneath his flawless skin and for a moment, you felt a tickle of insecurity. Look at him. He was perfect.

The jingle of his buckle drew you back. You bit your tongue eagerly as you stood and wiggled out of your stuffy dress pants. His eyes followed your hands as you bared your thighs and stepped out of the wool. With his fly undone, he reached out and drew you to him. He kissed you again as you straddled his lap.

His hands were swift in unhooking your bra. Another surprise. You always dreamt of the clumsy pan plucked from the past. You dropped the undergarment down your arms as he cupped your tits. You flung it away and wrapped your arms around him. You tossed your head back as his lips tickled your throat and rocked atop his lap. He groaned and ran his thumbs over your nipples.

You purred and felt along his chiseled torso. You pushed your hand past his jeans and the elastic of his briefs. Your fingers slipped below as he gasped against your throat. You gripped his cock and slowly moved your hand between your bodies. He was thick and just as big as you imagined; maybe bigger. 

He bent his head and kissed along your chest. You arched your back and twined your fingers through his hair. You held him to you as you stroked him and he kneaded your ass hungrily. He lifted his ass easily with you atop him and shoved his pants down his thighs until he sprung out. 

You carried your motion as he fell back against the couch. His hands trailed up your sides and back again. He gripped your hips then dragged his nails down your thighs. He nodded as you bit your lip and got up on your knees. You hovered over him and shed your panties. You straddled him again and lined him up with your entrance. You lowered yourself onto him as you slid your hand down his length. 

He squeezed your thighs and let out a long moan as you took all of him. You pulled your hand away and grasped his shoulders. He was a lot and your walls strained around him. You shuddered and his fingers danced up your curves.

“Go slow,” He said.

You nodded and tilted your pelvis carefully. Your breaths were shaky as you lifted yourself up and he impaled you once more. You leaned back with your hands on his thighs as you tried to ease the pressure. His eyes roved your body as you rocked your hips, slowly building your tempo.

“That’s it,” He uttered. 

He explored your body with one hand and his other rested just below your stomach. He pressed his thumb to your clit. You bucked and sped up as he played with you. You huffed as you arched your back and rode him wildly. Your eyes rolled back as you chased your orgasm. The tendrils that stretched over your flesh and strangled you in bliss.

Your climax shook you. He grasped your hips and kept you moving as your arms trembled weakly. “So naughty,” He whispered. His voice was low, dusky; so unlike his own. “So delectable.”

Your vision was blurry as you lifted your head. You let him use your body as another orgasm rose. You sat up as he guided you up and down his cock. You whined as you came and closed your eyes in rapture.

You cried out as you were suddenly flipped onto you back. He didn’t miss a beat as he fucked you into the cushions, your legs splayed around him. His snarls were animalistic, ravenous, as he rutted into you. You babbled and grabbed weakly at his thick arms planted beside your head.

He pulled out and grunted. A warmth spilled down your thighs as he pushed himself back onto his knees. He watched as he stroked himself over the edge and his golden hair fell forward. You sighed as you touched your forehead dazily. He caressed your thighs as he caught his breath.

“Wow,” You murmured.

“Yeah,” He panted. “Wow.”

🖋️

In the back of your mind, you dreaded the early morning but you were too elated to care. Too intoxicated by your lust to worry about the body next to you as you fell asleep. Your double bed was barely big enough for both of you but you didn’t mind his warmth as he slung his arm over you. You dozed contently; floating in a river of bliss.

You woke with a snort. Your face was buried in the pillow and the sky was still dark outside. You sat up groggily and felt your way to the bathroom. You relieved yourself and rinsed off the remnants of your tumble. You stumbled back to the bedroom, eager to squeeze in a few more hours before you had to drag yourself back to the tower. 

You tiptoed out to the living room and grabbed your phone before you got back into bed, careful not to disturb your guest. As you laid back and lit up your phone, you dropped it on your chest. You lifted it and held up the glow to the pillow next to yours. That wasn’t Steve.

You swore loudly and threw your phone at Loki. His eyes shot open as yours began to adjust to the dark. You pushed yourself up as he caught your wrist. A low snicker sent a chill through you as he tugged you closer. His arm snaked up below you and he pulled you against him.

“’His eyes spoke of his sin, but his body promised heaven.’” He slithered and you froze. “Poetry, almost.”

“You-- How did you--” You cringed at your own words; written for your lascivious blog.

“I do wonder what he would think,” Loki clung to you as you squirmed. “I don’t think he’d be so eager as all that.”

“How could you-- You tricked me,” You pushed against his shoulders.

“I gave you what you wanted,” He said. “And you can’t say you didn’t enjoy it, dear.”

“I thought you were...him,” You stuttered. “I never would have--”

“I can be him,” You felt the change, heard it in his voice. “Or maybe another favourite.” His voice deepened and you recognized Bucky’s sonorous tones.

“No, no,” You whined desperately. “Stop! Please.”

“Stop?” His voice returned to normal and he turned so that you were atop him, his arms firmly around you. “Oh, but I am your biggest fan, dear. I have but one suggestion.” He stared at you through the dim. “I’d be a great addition to your repertoire.”

“You’re sick!” You snarled. “You--you--”

“I know your secret,” He sneered. “I admit, your little tales would make for some fascinating conversation among those ridiculous Avengers but I think you might just find yourself no longer welcome among them.”

“You wouldn’t,” You hissed.

“What makes you think that?” He taunted.

“What do you want?” You breathed.

“I’m sure your dirty little mind can answer that,” His hand wandered lower and you felt the twitch between you. “Hmm?”

You shook your head; mortified, shocked.

“You can resist it but I feel your heart racing; the heat coursing through your veins… mmm, that would make for great prose, wouldn’t it?”

“Please…” You begged.

“Oh, I can please you,” He said. “You just have to let me, dear.”

He rolled you onto your back in a moment and his hand crawled along your stomach cloyingly. You stared at him, his silhouette limned in the dull light that streamed in past the curtains. He slowly retreated as he lowered his head. His lips made you shiver as he laid a trail of kiss along your chest.

“Loki…” You whispered.

“Louder,” He spoke against your skin.

“Loki,” You said louder. “Please, don’t.”

He continued his path along your stomach, a hand played with your tits blindly as he did. You trembled as he reached the vee of your pelvis. His teeth grazed your hip bone and you closed your eyes. You caught his hand on your chest.

“Loki,” You said again.

“My dear,” He raised his head. “I’m about to put your stories to shame.”

He slipped his fingers up along your ass and between your folds. You winced as he bent his head and his cool tongue met his fingers at your clit. You inhaled sharply and tilted your pelvis against him. He purred in approval as he swirled his tongue around your clit.

You reached down to stop him and he flicked his tongue. Your fingers tangled in his hair and you urged him on. Your legs bent around him as he nestled between them. He hooked his hands around your thighs and held on as he lost himself in you. You writhed as he suckled and lapped, soon breathless and mewling.

You bucked your hips as you came and he held you firm as he coaxed you over the edge. He was slow to pull away and you covered your face as he sat up in the dark. 

“Don’t be shy, dear,” He drew your hands away from your face. “You don’t have to be with me. I know everything. I’ve read every story a dozen times.” He pinned your hands beside your head. “And I want to live them all.”

He held you down as he dipped his pelvis. You felt his tip along your cunt and held your breath. There was one part of himself he hadn’t changed. The head of his cock slid along your folds and he slowly pushed inside as he found your entrance. You gasped as he plunged into you entirely. He lingered and basked in the feel of you around him.

He wasn’t slow this time. Or gentle. As he thrust, he jerked your entire body and the bed swayed beneath you. You were still tender from before and you whimpered as he rocked into you. His motion was deliberate and deep. He was sure to make you feel it. He squeezed your wrists until your fingers were numb.

“Say it,” He snarled as he pounded into you. “Say my name.”

“Loki,” You cried out. “Loki!”

“Again!” He commanded.

You repeated his name over and over, though you weren’t sure if you were begging him to stop or keep going. It wasn’t long before your core was once more buzzing. You pushed your head back into the pillow and gritted your teeth as the chant turned erratic. You squealed as you came, the syllables uttered pathetically.

He released your wrist as he sat back. He grabbed your legs and pulled them up against his torso but never wavered. He hammered into you as he held your legs to his shoulders and you groped desperately at the blanket. The springs of the bed were noisy and added to the salacious sounds of your fucking. 

He stopped suddenly. A few final spasms as he hugged your legs to him and gave a soft groan. You felt the warmth seep through you. He dropped your legs and they fell around him as he breathed heavily. He rocked his hips a few times before he pulled out of you. You could feel his cum as it leaked out onto the sheets.

He ran his hand along your thigh and squeezed it. He nudged you and when you didn’t move, he forcefully rolled you over. He slapped your ass as he pushed your legs together and straddled your thighs. You lifted your head and he shoved it back down..

“My dear,” He slithered. “I think I might just be your best story.”

[kusunokihime-a]

 SHIPPING INFO     //   answer  the  following  for  your  muse(s)  so  people  know  how  shipping  works  on  your  blog.   REPOST.   don’t reblog.

1. WHAT’S  YOUR  OTP  FOR  YOUR  MUSE? :

...*sWEATS* Well one I had long before joining Tumblr, and which @despairinghxpe has so kindly rekindled, is ItaRyū. Then there’s MadaRyū with @masterofwar. Just...ugh I’m so buried by these ships, okay.

2.   WHAT  ARE  YOU  WILLING  TO  RP  WHEN  IT  COMES  TO  SHIPPING?

My personal boundaries are basically boiled down to abuse and noncon. Because while they’re subjects that do occur irl, I just...get no enjoyment out of them. I have much more fun RPing ships that are healthy. They can fight, they can have dubcon, but just...I dunno. I’m not into bringing more negativity (in that regard) into something I do for fun. 

THAT BEING SAID I still love angst. Gimme death and what have you. But those two subjects are just...not fun.

3.   HOW  LARGE  DOES  THE  AGE  GAP  HAVE  TO  BE  TO  MAKE  IT  UNCOMFORTABLE?:

Well, by default, I RP Ryū as 20-22, which is pretty well over consenting age, so...honestly I don’t think there’s much (going older, anyway) that would freak me out? Granted there aren’t exactly any muses on my dash that either are, or are played, as very old, so...? But I won’t be shipping major x minor stuff. Nope.

4.   ARE  YOU  SELECTIVE  WHEN  SHIPPING? :

...honestly it’s just...up to Ryū. 100%. If she’s into your muse, then...there we go! But if she’s not, I won’t force her. Even if you think you’d like to try it. She gets really uncomfortable with one-sided stuff, to be honest. And I won’t bend her or her decisions to make a ship happen. She does seem to have a fair amount of flexibility, but she also has her preferences, and some muses she just can’t click with. And I honestly have little to go off of to predict it =‘D

5. HOW  FAR  DO  STEAMY  MOMENTS  HAVE  TO  GO  BEFORE  THEY’RE  CONSIDERED  NSFW? :

It’s kinda hard to draw a SOLID line, but...any nudity, any heavy petting, anything that would make me hesitant to show my mom...I will be safe and put under a cut, and tag it as nsfw x’D Basically once there’s nudity or bit-touching, I’ma hide it under a cut. I know nsfw stuff is NOT everyone’s jam. It wasn’t mine for a while.

6.   WHO  ARE  OTHER  MUSES  YOU  SHIP  YOUR  MUSE  WITH? :

...LEMME PULL OUT MY LIST. Okay so...I mentioned Phoenix’s ships already...there’s sort of a thing with Shino from sunglasses-at-night...Sasuke from from-lunacy...there’s a pseudo-ship with Mey’s Rin xD Aaand Sebby from rxvensden...and then like a million with Alec’s blogs xD And there’s a few other muses that have like...poked at her? But there’s not really stuff....established yet? So...ye lol

7.   DOES  ONE  HAVE  TO  ASK  TO  SHIP  WITH  YOU? :

I mean...chemistry happens as it happens, but...it’s nice to affirm ooc so we’re all on the same page, y’dig? ALSO we can totes to pre-established stuff. It just depends on Ryū lol

8.   HOW  OFTEN  DO  YOU  LIKE  TO  SHIP? :

...I mean it’s fun but it’s not a requirement? Though I’ve got a few that are just like...so engaging though not JUST because of the ship, but also just...the threads themselves? So tbh pretty often, but it’s nothing that HAS to happen ALL THE TIME.

9.   ARE  YOU  SHIP  OBSESSED  OR  SHIP  MORE - OR - LESS? :

...*SWEATS* I won’t lie I border more on obsessed. I just...try not to drive people nuts x’’D

10.   ARE  YOU  MULTISHIP? :

Yes! I’ve never had to arrange for anything to be singleship, simply because there haven’t been any...overlaps? But even then each one’s its own thing in its own verse =o But if someone would be more comfortable establishing singleship stuff, I’d certainly consider it!

11.   WHAT  IS  ( ARE )  YOUR  FAVORITE  SHIP  (S)  IN  YOUR  CURRENT  FANDOM? :

Tbh I don’t really actively ship stuff that I’m not writing myself? Which probably sounds self-absorbed, but I’m just more...involved that way xD That being said, my OTP is still SasuHina. I’m weird.

12.   FINALLY,  HOW  DOES  ONE  SHIP  WITH  YOU? :

Honestly? If Ryū is gonna be interested, it usually doesn’t take very long for her to click...or decide she won’t. I dunno how she reads muses so quickly but she just...does? Like all of her ships has just been like *tugs my sleeve and points* “That’s mine now” xD

BUT it’s still nice to build chemistry. But you’re more than free to ask what she thinks! Or to skip ahead some if she’s already interested :3 Just talk to meee so I know what’s up lol

Tagged by: @hirasenshi sank yewww :3

Tagging: ...I dunno I’m groggy as heck so steal it you want it xD