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Dangerous Games

Summary: You hide under the table, pleasing Mando while he talks business with Karga. He's going to punish you for being so shameless later, on his ship.

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader

Word count: 4.7k

Warnings: no plot - just smut, 18+ mdni, oral (m receiving), helmet stays on, choking, edging (m and f), unprotected sex (p in v), handcuffs, hard dom!din, sub!reader, possessive!din, jealous!din, rough sex, female fingering, semi-public sex acts, degradation kink, humiliation kink, exhibition kink, dirty talk...

A/n: Many thanks for the love you've showed to Cherry Liqueur! Here's my second one shot. As always, I hope you enjoy it!

The cantina on Nevarro is dark and busy tonight. It’s full of bounty hunters and the sun has already set. As always, the sun drops fast on this forsaken planet.

When you and Mando enter inside, you feel all eyes on you two, eyes that are both scared by his daunting presence but also attracted to you, the beautiful woman by his side. You feel safe as you know they wouldn’t dare touch you, they know how possessive and dangerous the Mandalorian is. His hand is wrapped around your waist for everyone to see. You are walking in front of him towards an empty private booth, separated from the others by wooden walls, waiting for the Guild Master, with whom Mando has a meeting to collect his bounties and to receive the pucks of the next quarries.

The discrete booth is perfect for giving the two of them enough privacy to discuss delicate matters about their business, without the risk of anyone else to hear… or see.

This time you want to dare, you want more than just massaging his erection under the table from outside his pants. You want to push his boundaries to the limit, to see where he dares to go.

You are caressing his inner thigh, already teasing him, when you come up with a nasty thought.

"I want to suck your dick while you're talking business with Karga." you whisper in his neck, moving your hand from his thigh to his growing erection.

He tilts the helmet towards you and you smile provocatively in response.

"I want to see if you can keep your cool while I wrap my lips around you." you bite your lip as the thought makes your heart beat faster.

His hand, wrapped in his leather glove, is brushing your thigh, caressing your soft skin slowly, climbing up to the hem of your skirt and giving you shivers as he gets closer to where you want him the most.

"That would be" he pauses as his hand slides to your inner thigh, your legs spreading for him, "very dangerous, you know that?" he whispers, grinning behind his helmet, pleased by the reaction of your body to his touch, and by your hand delicately brushing the bulge in his pants.

"Yes it is. What if he finds me there, under the table, with your dick deep in my throat? What would he think of his best bounty hunter doing such a perverse thing?" you keep going on massaging the cock you can’t wait to have in your mouth.

He grunts and you can feel his dick throbbing. He's excited at the thought, and you know it.

"He's going to be here in a few moments." That's all he says as he slides one of his fingers into your panties and rubs a few circles around your clit, earning a gasp from you. It sounds like an invitation to you.

"Relax and enjoy my mouth. All you need to do is to be the same Mando as always. Will you do that?" you purr into his neck.

He lets out an aroused sigh at the thought, at your sensual voice, at your hand brushing his cock, at what is about to happen.

"Maker, you’re such a slut-" he can't even finish the phrase, you are between his legs already, trafficking with his utility belt to unfasten it.

It would be impossible for anyone else in the cantina to see you there. You are also shielded by Mando’s legs, preventing Karga from ever being able to feel your presence there.

You take his dick out and as you expected, you find it rock hard. You admire his thickness in your hands, your pussy clenching in anticipation of what's to come.

You start by sliding your tongue up and down the shaft, and you feel it twitching in pleasure when he feels your warm, delicate touch. He adjusts himself, sinking into the booth and letting out a sigh that you could barely hear through the modulator.

You continue to softly brush it with your touch, alternating your tongue and your lips, covering its shaft in kisses and trailing your tongue up and down. You want him to only be able to feel your delicate, hot mouth on his cock, so you rest your hands on your thighs.

Mando breathes quietly, and just enjoys the view of you worshipping his cock.

"Fuck" he whispers in complete bliss, completely absorbed by the sight and feel of you between his legs, acting so shameless in public only for him to see, to realise that his Guild Master has entered the cantina and is walking towards your booth.

"Mando!" you hear Karga's familiar voice approaching. "How are you doing tonight?" he asks as he walks inside the booth and sits in front of him, right behind you. You start to feel a tingle of excitement at the thought that he could find you there if he just elongated his legs a little more.

Before Mando can answer, you wet your lips and slowly start to slide the tip of his cock into your mouth, massaging it with your tongue. You want to take your time, slowly increasing the pleasure to see how he handles it.

His cock twitches and he chokes a grunt.

"Fine." he replies, keeping it under control.

"And where is your lovely companion?" Karga asks as he doesn't see you by Mando's side as always.

"O-on the ship." He can barely keep his focus as you are swirling your soft tongue around the head of his dick, all the concentration goes from his brain to his cock, making him falter.

"Are you ok Mando? Is something wrong?" Karga asks in a murmur, genuinely concerned.

You start kissing his favourite spot, the frenulum connecting the tip with the shaft. He's so sensitive over there.

"Just t-tired. Fuck." he stutters as he tries to appear the same, cold blooded, laconic Mando as always.

You can just imagine the look on Karga's face. He knows something's not right.

"Tell me the truth, Mando." His voice is serious and as he gets closer to him, you feel his elbows lean on the table right above you "Is your beautiful lady letting you rest enough?” he whispers, barely audible, before bursting in a laugh.

Mando's whole body goes rigid at the thought of Karga imagining you naked and getting railed. You are his, you only belong to him. He doesn’t like the idea of any other man imagining you in a way he does not agree to.

The thought of his jealousy drives you crazy, and you feel the urge to touch yourself, so you slide your hand up your skirt and move your soaking wet panties to one side, revealing your dripping core to the dirty floor. You start by touching your clit. It’s so swollen and sensitive, and you’re so aroused, your slick is generously coating your pussy, only adding to the already overwhelming pleasure. Your mouth turns more rigid and Mando notices. He knows you’re now touching yourself as you’re sucking his dick, all while he has to appear the same badass bounty hunter as always, and the thought makes him dizzy, so dizzy in fact, that he can’t articulate a proper response.

"This- is not-" he tries to say but all he can think of is your tongue, delicately massaging that perfect spot, while you’re giving yourself pleasure kneeling in front of him. He chokes his cursing and plants his hand firmly on the table. You feel him throb into your mouth. He’s losing his mind over this dangerous game played between the two of you.

Karga bursts into laughter “I get it, I get it, my bad. Let’s talk business.” says as he gathers the credits and the new pucks from his belt.

You slide two fingers inside of your entrance and start to desperately and pathetically fuck yourself while you try to keep the rhythm of your tongue around his tip, knowing that you have to be quiet, knowing that Mando is the one at risk of being caught, while you’re safely shielded by his legs.

Mando’s never been more grateful for the helmet he's wearing. He's completely ignoring Karga who is going on talking about the next quarries, showing him the pucks and briefly describing them and the last place where they were spotted. Mando stays diligently still, his eyes are closed under the helmet, and he's zoning out of the conversation, completely focused on the pleasure you’re giving him and feels by the irregular rhythm of your licks that you’re close to your orgasm.

"Fine, give them all to me. Just-" he clenches his hand into a fist as you take it all in your throat and start deepthroating him to distract yourself from your imminent orgasm, not wanting to cum just yet.

"We could do this another day if you-"

"Fuck” he grits, interrupting him “No. Y-you stay right there and k-keep going." he growls.

“Fine, fine. Not going anywhere. Damn, you’re nervous today.”

There's something even more intimate about this than the secret pleasure you're giving him. You are making the infamous Mandalorian bounty hunter falter with just your mouth. You're making him vulnerable, piercing through his armour with your adoring mouth only. The man under all that, that's always in control of everything, dominating over you, now can't do anything else but sink into your hot mouth and let you give him pleasure the way you want to. It's you who is in control right now, and he can't do anything to stop that.

Words cannot describe how much you are loving this and how wet you are. You can feel your slick completely coating your inner thighs and your hand down to your knuckle. You feel the overwhelming sensation of the orgasm growing deeper and deeper inside of you, so you take as much of him in your mouth as you can to suffocate your moans. Your other hand grips tight to the back of his thigh…

And you cum.

Your vision turns black, and your body is traversed by a devastating force, a blaze, setting your whole body on fire. You sink into him in complete bliss, muffling your moans on his cock, sucking it hard in your mouth, your choked breath brushes the dark curls at the base of his shaft, letting him know this way that you’ve reached your climax.

You’re having an orgasm on the dirty floor of a filthy cantina full of bounty hunters on a forsaken planet, while sucking the cock of a Mandalorian that is discussing business with his Guild Master, who could find out about this all at any moment. The adrenaline rush of your thoughts blends with the mind-blowing power of your orgasm, making your mind dizzy, gripping him even tighter, digging into his tense muscles, afraid but at the same time thrilled at the thought of losing control.

As the feeling gradually fades away and you regain control over yourself, you pass your hand over your pussy and inner thighs to collect your slick and start slowly massaging his dick with it, letting him know how aroused you are when you act this filthy. You give him a few strokes just with your hand to coat him completely, and only then you wrap your lips around him once again and start licking his sensitive spot while you keep stroking his length with your wet hand.

"So here's your credits" Karga puts them on the table and slides them towards Mando. "Count them. It's for all the quarries you're handing today, plus" he sighs "what I didn't have last time."

You realise he is close to his orgasm when you feel his legs stiffen up. He’s dying to rock his hips to push his cock further into your throat, but he can’t, he has to stay perfectly still and rely on your movements only. You push it deep back in your throat and start moving your head up and down, as he would do if he could grab your hair.

The Mandalorian is completely subjugated by your mouth, the overwhelming feeling of his imminent orgasm makes him falter, he suffocates a grunt between his teeth as he slams his hand on the table.

You feel his cock pulsing and immediately starts pumping his white, hot load into your mouth and throat. You swallow, delighted by the fact that you've managed to make him cum like this, while he's working, in a dangerous place, and keep milking him until the last drop has come out. You lick him completely clean, tasting both his and your orgasms on his cock.

"Fine, fine, I'll count them for you." Karga goes on counting the credits in front of the empty armour, as the man inside of it is somewhere else, under that table, inside your mouth, spurting his seed into it.

"All good." he says, making a huge effort right after his orgasm, his cock still pulsing in your mouth.

"Well" Karga puts his hands on the table "I think it's time for me to leave. Say hello to your beautiful lady when you see her, wherever she is. And please, get some rest.” he chuckles as he gets up and leaves.

When Mando sees Karga has left the building, he looks at you tucking his spent cock back in his pants. He nods and you come out and sit close to him.

"Fuck. I need to punish you for being such a whore. Sucking my cock like that, touching yourself so close to Karga. You'll regret this when we get back to the ship." his voice is a coarse growl, and his words ignite you once again, like a flame running from your chest to your core.

"Yes, Mando, make me regret it because I loved it so much, I want to do that again." your voice sounds so deep and sensual as you pass two fingers on your lips and bring them into your mouth, sucking them and letting out a barely audible moan, all while looking at him straight into his visor.

He grabs your throat and you softly mewl in arousal, looking at him with lustful eyes.

"Stop taunting me, pretty girl." he growls as he slowly lowers you on the booth with his hand wrapped around your throat, while the other one holds your legs up in a tight grip, your knees against his shoulder. He lowers his upper body on yours. Now you're face to face with his helmet.

"Do it. Punish me. Here. In front of everyone." you whisper, barely audible, as you take your tits out of your dress and start squeezing them.

"If you didn't just make me cum in your throat, I'd fuck you right here, right now." he starts sliding his hand between your legs, you gradually spreading them as it goes, slowly running towards your hot core.

You hiss and bite your lip as he slides two gloved fingers inside of you, while he tightens the grip on your throat to block your air flux so you can't scream. You let out a choked moan.

"Such a whore. Feel how wet you are. Laying there, with your pretty tits hanging out. Shameless. Getting fingered in this dirty ass cantina. What if someone comes in and finds you like this, huh? Would you like it?" his thick fingers keep digging deep inside of you.

Your back arches and your pussy clenches around his fingers at the thought of someone seeing you like this, with his fingers buried deep inside of you, your almost naked body under his, his hand around your throat. His.

"Yeah, you do." he whispers, grinning under his helmet, pleased at the way your body responds to his teasing. "Stars, you look so beautiful like this - at my mercy, helpless and obedient like a good girl. I could make you cum like this, we both know that, but I won't. You need to learn how to behave." He takes his fingers out and puts them into your mouth. You taste both the salty of your arousal and the leather of his gloves, letting your tongue slide all the way to his knuckle, without ever interrupting eye contact.

"Get up, whore. Let's go back to my ship." he growls, slapping one of your breasts and releasing the grip on your throat.

"Cover yourself." he orders as he gets up.

You obey, sticking your breasts back inside your dress and getting up, fixing your hair and dress. You feel dizzy and shaky, his hand is wrapped around your waist once again as you walk out of the cantina. You walk through the empty, dark streets of Nevarro until you get to the ship, where you get in.

As soon as the ramp closes behind you, you find yourself pinned against the steel wall, your whole body banging against it, Beskar hitting you from behind. He is grabbing your wrists in his iron grip, parallel to your head, and spreading your legs using his feet. His erection is rock hard against your ass.

"Fuck. Fuck. Yes. Like this." you whisper as he rocks his hips rubbing his erection on your ass, moaning shamelessly in your ear. The voice through his helmet is sharp and raspy and you can't help gasping, completely out of breath, your body pressed between the steel wall of his ship and his beskar armor.

"Like this? Pretty girl, look at you. So hungry and desperate for my cock” his voice sounds even darker now, whispered softly into your neck.

"I want you, Mando" you beg "so fucking bad" you rock your hips too, rubbing your butt against his rock hard erection, earning a gasp from the Mandalorian behind you.

His grip on your wrists tightens and he lowers them behind your back, handcuffing you. He slides his hands under your dress, taking your soaked panties off, and turns you around.

He hums in pleasure as he grips your throat with one of his hands, looking at your eyes filled with lust for him.

"On your knees. Now." his voice is dark and peremptory. He's back in charge and he knows it. You obey his order, lowering yourself back on your knees, looking at him from your submissive spot. The visor of the helmet looks into you as he takes off his gloves.

He takes his time working on the utility belt and his pants to take his cock out. When he does, you just admire how achingly beautiful and thick it is, hard and throbbing at the thought of you. He holds your head still and slides it in your mouth, slowly, tasting the sweet welcome of your velvety tongue massaging its tip, making him groan. He starts thrusting into your mouth slowly, to get to get it wet, and only then, he starts fucking your hole recklessly, thrusting into you violently, at an unbelievable rhythm, pushing it deep inside of your throat.

His moans of pleasure make your denied pussy clench hysterically. You wish he was fucking your pussy like this. When you feel he's getting closer to his orgasm, he pulls out, panting.

"That was close" he chuckles sadistically as he grabs his cock into his hand, squeezing a drop of precum out.

Hearing him chuckling, seeing him edging himself using your mouth it's too much, and you let out a whimper. He knows exactly what to do when he wants to punish you. You are so unbelievably aroused, you feel your slick running down your inner thighs and your legs start to shake.

He ignores your desperation and slides it back in your mouth, this time using you for his pleasure, as he stays still and pushes your head, gripping a handful of your hair in his hands. He gets on the edge of his orgasm once again, screaming loudly as he gets closer and closer to it, managing to pull it out before it's too late. His self control is so admirable, you don't know how he manages to get so close and then stop all of a sudden. It only makes you even more aroused, knowing he can control his body in such a flawless way.

"Fuck. Your mouth is too good. But I don't want to cum in there. I want to fuck you like you deserve. Little slut." his voice is now a guttural growl, sounding more and more depraved as he goes on edging himself.

"Please, please, do it, put it in my pussy, I need it so badly, please" you whimper as you stare at his glistening erection. Your whole body is shaking in desperation.

"Look at you. Crying begging for my cock. Do you want it in your little pussy?" He slaps your face with it, spreading all the saliva coating it all over your face.

"Yes! Yes pl-" he doesn't let you finish, he sticks it again in your mouth.

"I didn't hear you" he chuckles, taunting you and your desperation.

Hearing him having fun this way, teasing and treating you like an object, drives you mad, and you'd do anything to get his dick inside your throbbing cunt.

You just moan desperately as you can't articulate words.

He growls and takes it out. You're both panting.

"Say it. Beg for it like a good girl." he pulls your hair so you can look at him in his visor.

"I want you to fuck my pussy and fill it with your cum, please Mando please!" you beg him, looking at him with tears in your eyes, your face is glistening in saliva and precum. Knowing that he's the one who reduced you like this, a whimpering mess, begging for his cock on your knees, looking so adorable while doing it, drives him wild.

"Damn, you look incredible like this. Stars, you're stunning. Pretty girl, I can use you as much as I want." he whispers while sliding the tip of his cock on your lips.

"Yes - I'm yours. Use me as you please." you answer whispering to him.

He cups your face in his hand and lowers his head, his Beskar forehead on yours.

"Fuck. You're my obedient little girl. Now turn around and bend for me."

You obey and bend in front of him, arching your back, your face touches the ground and your ass is raised.

"Fuck - spread your legs. Let me see how wet you are"

You do and he hums in pleasure. He goes on his knees and widens your pussy and takes a good look at the arousal that is coating you, dripping down your inner thighs. He's entranced by that sight and sticks his thumb inside of you. You bite your lip to muffle the scream of pleasure coming from his touch.

"Screaming like this just for one finger? Damn, you're pathetic." he mocks you.

He takes his cock in his hand and starts teasing your entrance, allowing just the tip to go inside, then taking it out and having fun sliding on it to hear the wet sounds of your pussy and your cries. Your body is shaking, achingly needy, and he is loving it.

He puts it in slowly, to let you adjust to his size. He feels it clench it around him, you're pathetically close already, but he won't let you cum that fast.

He stops moving when he is completely inside of you. You're both panting as the stimulation provided by each other would make you both cum within seconds.

"Calm down pretty girl. We are just getting started." He caresses your back.

After a few deep breaths, he starts thrusting into you with violent, regular thrusts. The noise of his hips against your ass and your moans is all you can hear.

"That's what you fucking deserve. Fuck - Blowing me under the table like that, making me cum in your throat during a business meeting. Whore. You are my whore." he growls in between thrusts.

When you feel you're close to your orgasm and start screaming out of control, he takes it out, earning a loud scream of desperation and disappointment.

"No! Fuck! Put it back in, Mando! Make me cum! Make me cum! Please!" you're completely hysterical, crying, screaming and cursing at him, begging for release.

He chuckles, both amused and aroused at how desperate you are for his cock.

"Maker - listen to you" he starts stroking his wet cock in front of you as you look at him, shaking your pussy in desperate need of release.

"Hear that? Fuck, you made it so wet." he moans hard for you to listen "Look at how hard it is, and how it slides into my hand. Damn, you wish I was fucking your little pussy like this, don't you?"

"Yes. Please, please put it in and fuck me like that, please." you're on the verge of tears.

He puts the tip inside of your cunt and starts stroking it, teasing you once again.

"You know I could cum in your pretty pussy just like this? Could fill you up with my cum, leaving you unsatisfied, begging for me? Leaving you like that, handcuffed on the floor, with your cum dripping down your legs? F-fuck-" the thought of it makes him get dangerously close to his orgasm, so he stops jerking himself off.

"Don't" you cry "please, please, please I'm on my knees begging for you to fuck me" you cry loudly.

He grips your hips even tighter and gives one deep thrust, then stops. His whole body is shaking and he is panting.

Your greedy, needy cunt clenches around him, not wanting to let him go.

"Fuck" he pants "You want this cock so badly, I c-can feel it. You don't want me to stop fucking you, r-right?" he growls.

"Yeah" you whisper, completely subjugated by his thick cock throbbing inside of you. "Not ever. I'm yours. I'm your slave."

When he hears that, he starts jackhammering into you and he hits that perfect spot that makes your brain default, reducing you once again to a pathetic, screaming mess, begging him not to stop.

"I won't stop fucking you until you cum, pretty girl. C-can't ever get enough of you."

He digs his hands into your hips so hard it will give you bruises but you don't care. Your face is laying down on the cold steel floor of his ship, your eyes are rolling out of pleasure and your mouth is wide open, letting out wild screams. Mando slides one of his hands on your clit and starts rubbing it. The hot sensation of the orgasm is building up in your core, and you are getting tighter and tighter and you can feel and hear how much Mando is enjoying it. He is grunting and panting.

"Cum. Cum on my cock. Let me feel it." he growls.

And you do.

You let out desperate groans of pleasure, your whole body is shaking and your cunt is clamping around his cock in its desperate, rhythmic grip, a grip so strong that Mando chokes a groan and can't do nothing but cum and fill you with his hot seed. Fuck, you feel like you don't have control on your body anymore. You are shaking and drooling and screaming as the Mandalorian fucks you through your orgasms.

When he's done releasing, he doesn't take it out. He's completely out of breath and panting, but he doesn't stop rubbing your clit.

"Give me another one, mesh'la." His cock is still throbbing deep inside of you, as the feeling of oversensitivity leaves for a new wave of arousal. You are so spent, your body stays completely still, as his hand quickly gets you over the edge once again.

"Yes. Yes. Cum on the cold floor of my ship like the little slut that you are." he is so pleased to know he pulled another orgasm from you so quickly, hearing you moaning loudly, out of control, and feeling you clenching hard around his cock, still hard inside of you.

You are now completely debilitated, a hot mess on his ship's floor.

As he takes it out, his seed starts to drip down your inner thighs, while your pussy is still clenching in aftershock, your whole body is shaking, you're panting and your face is a wet mess of tears, sweat and saliva, your hair sticks to it.

He sits on the floor behind you, catching his breath, watching your wrecked cunt letting his seed drip down your legs, pleased at the way he reduced you.

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Need It

*NSFW* look at the tags before reading

* sub!bucky x dom!reader

* readers gender isn't specific

* 2000+ words

* crying, degrading, slapping

"no please don't do that." bucky shakes his head.

"don't do what?"

"please don't tease me." bucky begs as you run your tip on his rim.

"why i shouldn't." you tease smiling wickedly.

"because i need you to fuck me, put it in please." bucky says spreading his legs wider.

you scoff, "okay baby boy i'll fill you up."

you press the tip in as bucky takes steady breaths trying to relax not wanting to hurt himself or scare you. you continue to push in but slowing down once he takes a little more than half.

"you're filling me up so good." bucky closes his eyes trying to collect hisself.

"i am? stuffing you full huh?" you caress his thighs for comfort.

bucky nods mumbling about how he wants more.

"shh be patient i'm not trying to hurt you, don't worry i'm going to give you more." you push in all the way stopping to let bucky adjust. he takes a deep breath before he clenches then unclenches his fist before you kiss him before pulling back.

"mommy wish she could feel you, i bet you're so tight." you say moving down to kiss his chest making him whine. "don't say things like that." bucky wiggles his hips slowly. "why not? it's true i know you feel so good." you express before you soft bite his nipple making him yelp.

"because i'll cum just from you talking alone, please move." bucky exhale as you already started marking his chest. you pull out a little before slowly pushing back in as bucky closes his eyes as he feel you stretch him. "would you cum if i told you i really wanna cum in you so i can fill you to the brim?" you say as you feel bucky's hips roll against you.

"that's not possible sadly." bucky says as you continue to thrust in small portions not wanting to overwhelm him already.

"hmm i might have a few tricks up my sleeve." you grin.

bucky's eyes widen, "what?" you pull out half way before pushing in fast knocking a moan out of him.

"shh don't think just take my dick hmm?"

bucky nods already agreeing, you put your hands on his chest to get yourself something to hold onto.

you start to set a pace not going all the way but only half so bucky can feel comfortable. fucking him nice and deep he can already feel himself drifting away.

"that's so good." bucky slumps as you lean down to kiss his cheeks.

you speed up a little filling him just right even if it's only half. he's already starting to breath heavily and ready to start begging, he rolls his hips to meet your thrusts slapping against your skin.

"need..." he tries to say trying to get the words in his head together. he takes a couple of seconds forming what he was trying to say then he lost it. so he just says the first thing that pops in his empty head.

"please mommy." bucky whines out while you continue you fuck him while he looks up at you helpless.

"what baby what's wrong?" you asked looking at his flushed face trying to get the words out but can't making him whine as you sigh in disapproval.

"baby i can't read your mind, you have to tell me."

bucky took a deep breath before he forces all his words out all at once.

"more please i need it!" bucky begs you before you slap him making him cry out.

"you don't tell me what to give you bucky, try again."

he whines with tears starting to form. "please, can you give me more mama, pretty please, please please please." he pathetically thrust up his hips.

"good boy."

you push down on his thigh while widening the other before you pull all the way out before pushing in giving you more access to go deeper. "oh fuck." he whines faintly as he tries to roll his hips but can't with you holding him down he can't move.

"my good boy, you're taking me so well." you praise as he bites his lip.

"i'm so full."

"of course you're full baby, you don't even know how much you're taking huh?" you asked as he shakes his head. "you're taking all eight inches baby." you whispers as if it's a secret, he whines as you tell him, shocked that he's even taking this much.

you thrust slow and hard making sure bucky feels all of it. he tries to close his legs but you increase your strength on his thighs.

"keep them open, or am i going to make you take it?"

he hesitates before he tries to close his legs again.

you scoff at this action, "i guess you want it the hard way huh?" you squint as he nods slowly. "want you to make me take it." he expresses as he sees hunger in your eyes before you start to snap your hips making him wail.

"there you go, you're taking it like a good bitch." bucky withers against the sheets listening to your degrading words.

"look at you, don't even want me to pull out."

"mommy please." bucky moans as he feels his cheeks heat up from embarrassment. you kiss along his collarbone leaving purple marks on his warm skin.

"that's it, you're doing so good buck." you praise slamming your hips. bucky hiss as he can start to feel a burning sensation.

"hurts mommy."

"you're okay sweetheart, you keep clenching, mommy's just have to stretch you with her dick." you dismiss making bucky bite his lip.

"and don't lie either i know you're clenching because your abs tightens when you do." you say kissing his chest.

"you know you like it when it hurts, so why you putting up a front hm? don't be like that you like how mommy fucks you don't you?" you say grinding into him.

"you're filling me up so good."

you grip his hips starting to pull him down on your cock making bucky move with your movements. his face scrunches up when you pull out till the tip then slamming back in. he mewls as he's filled up again.

"fuck you're the best, always fuck me so good, the only one who make me feel good, you're doing so good mama." bucky whimpers making you feel your chest tighten at the praise.

"anything for my baby."

bucky tries to breathe to calm himself but he can't. he feels electric like buzzing all over him so he closes his eyes not wanting to get emotionally overwhelmed because that's not what he's gonna do. trying to reduce your emotional state while getting fuck is something that's hard to do, well for him since he's always emotional.

"what's wrong?" you ask smirking before you grab his dick making him whimper. you begin to stroke his dick as he looks up at you with pleading eyes before you remove your hand. "it-" he cuts himself off by a moan before he starts to push himself downwards on your dick.

"feels good?" you guidingly nod as bucky frantically nods following you. "so... so deep." bucky pants as a tear rolls down his face. dammit. "aw are you gonna cry for me tonight? gonna turn into sobbing mess? honestly i wasn't expecting it tonight crybaby." you circle your hips pinching his nipple.

"i'm not gonna cry." bucky denies already feeling them about to form by you acknowledging it. you smirk when an idea pops up into your head that'll get him to cry for sure making you put your hand around his throat as his eyes widen.

"what are you doing?" bucky struggles to get out before you put your hand over his mouth. "shh you wanted me to make you take it, you're getting your wish." bucky whines behind your hand pathetically squirming. "tap three times if you want to stop." you already know that he doesn't.

you pull out then thrusting back in rapidly repeating. bucky definitely didn't think you were going to go this fast, he could barley process it. his body moves with you as you fuck him, pushing your hips closer so you could go deeper if even possible since you could see a little movement in his stomach.

his eyes roll back moaning while your hand muffles it. he tries to lift his hand but he's so weak he can't even think straight so it's hard for him to lift his own hand, once he does a little it flops back down making him whine. he tries to breath smoothly as you ram into him, getting the strength to lift his hand he grabs your wrist.

bucky takes your hand off his mouth to brokenly plead making you squint. "mommy slow down please you're going to fast." tears are starting to form in his eyes chocking on moans.

you slap his hand away putting your hand back on his mouth. "shut up, you wanted to take it so you can't be changing your mind slut, i told you to stop or i was gonna make you take it and what did you do? you tested me, but we both know you can take it cause you're nothing but a whore, so stop fucking complaining like a spoiled brat." you tighten your hand cutting off his breathing before you loosened your grip as continue to degrade him.

tears completely filled his eyes, he couldn't see a thing, in conclusion it was too late to stop them from spilling out it just took one blink.

"no one likes a spoiled brat, you wanted your little ass fucked and you got it, what more do you want from me? i'm giving you everything bucky." you shake your head furrowing your eyebrow but bucky couldn't see, but what he does see is your head shake in disapproval before he starts to cry.

you scoff looking down at him before asking, "what are you crying for now?" you mentally smile as bucky helplessly sob and whimper against your hand.

"aw stupid baby, i thought you wasn't gonna cry? can't even trust yourself hmm?" you question as bucky makes an attempt of moving his hips to fuck hisself on your dick.

"good boys get their holes fucked by their mommy's huh? getting them feeling all good and full, and look at you taking mommy's dick like a good boy should." you take your hands off him to grab his hips rolling them so he can grind down on you.

bucky frantically nods not trusting what's gonna come out his mouth, it doesn't even feel like he could talk. nothing but whines and moans come out as you wipe the tears from his face then kissing his nose. bucky whines for you with hooded eyes with his lip juddering.

"mommy fucked you stupid baby?"

he couldn't answer so he just grinds against you mewling as he claw at your arms making you grin.

"my good little thoughtless whore." you say pinching his nipples making him tremble with all the stimulation.

"yes m'your whore." bucky whispers in a raspy voice feeling the pain you're inflicting on him.

"you're gonna be so sore baby."

bucky sits up leaning on his elbows with unfocused eyes as you put your hand on his cheek wiping his tears. "that good?" you playfully pout while bucky sniffles nodding when you hit a spot that makes him moan shivering.

"ooh fucking-" bucky immediately grips the sheets.

"right there hmm?" you say grinding into that same spot.

"uh-huh yes please mommy! please don't stop it feels so fucking good!" bucky sobs out breathing heavily.

you continue to abuse his prostate as he moans then you grab his dick making him yelp at the touch.

"there we go, think you can cum baby?"

bucky nods,"yes, yes i can cum please." bucky pitifully responses. "good." you smile before you start to stroke his dick that is covered in precum, so you don't need lube.

"look at you so wet for me." you say in a hushed tone making bucky pant from you stroking him. you swipe your thumb across his tip making him arch against you.

"can't, i can't." he weeps bouncing a little.

"can't what?" you tilt your head looking at his fucked out state as you watch him trying to very poorly hold himself together.

he tries to answer but instead he moans only for it to get cut off before he blurts out.

"i'm gonna cum." bucky heavily breaths as hot tears cover his cheeks.

"you going to cum on my dick?" you kiss his temple.

"mhm please don't stop." bucky begs getting closer.

"ask for it."

he hiccups before doing what you asked of him. "can i please cum on your dick mama, pretty please i need to so bad, wanna cum so bad f'you." he begs so sweetly.

"good boy, cum for me." you grant his wish.

bucky eyes automatically close as he cums hard with a silent moan as you repeatedly kiss his temple whispering praises.

"there you go cum on mommy's dick baby, such a good boy for me."

bucky repeatedly say thank yous and pleases as you fuck him until he goes limp against the bed. you pull out looking at him seeing that he still hasn't opened his eyes.

"you did great sweetheart, so good for me." you praise him before you kiss him.

"thank you, i love you." bucky mouthed since he doesn't even have the energy to use his voice.

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two heads are better than one | fred and george weasley

tldr: your rather salicious friend, fred, is showing you the ropes when his brother walks in. what you don't expect, however, is for him to keep going.

word count: 2.5k

content: very dubious consent. one shot of vodka voyeurism, first time foreplay, cunnilingus, overstimulation, etc!

“Shit, Fred!”

Your thighs tremble as one of your closest friends pumps a thick finger in and out of you, delivering teasing, kitten licks to your clit. Just ten minutes ago, you confessed to Fred, your friend of eleven months, that no one had ever touched you before, and he took matters into his own hands: quite literally.

As it turns out, this is more than a mere extension of your occasional drunken flirtatiousness: that was child's play, now, nothing more than two friends joking about. You've thought about Fred before, and Fred most certainly about you, but you never imagined he'd be between your thighs, opening you up for him under the guise of 'showing you the ropes'. Sure, you've been in his room before, while his family wasn't home. And sure, he's made cheap jokes about you plenty of times, too. But this time, when he called you a prude and you shot back, revealing a rather vapid sexual history... one thing led to another, and now he's showing you things you've merely dreamed about. It's only meant to be of help, a lesson, experience for the future, but he knows exactly how to touch you, how to make your knees weak and your heart stutter in anticipation. The summer air is stifling, the sensation of him showing you what he can do (or rather 'what he does best', as he claims, and you wouldn't be in much of a place to disagree) suffocating as you arch your back off his checkered duvet, now damp with sweat.

It's weirder than anything to be doing something as dirty as this in his family home, let alone the room he shares with his twin brother: but you'll have to move past that. Thinking too much in a situation like this isn't ideal — you draw your eyes away from George's side of the room. You just need him to keep going.

Seeking some sense of stability, you clutch the bedframe tightly behind your head, knuckles paling. He seems to hit a new spot every second, and you wouldn't dare glance down to see him revelling in what he's doing to you. You attempted that at the start, when he had lowered you onto his bed and carefully removed your shorts. With a few cautious touches to your clit over your underwear, making sure you felt okay with him touching you like this, you simply gave up and flattened against the mattress. Now, your clothing is somewhere across the room and your thighs are slick, patterned with tender bites and kisses from before Fred dived exactly where you wanted him.

He doesn't think he's ever seen someone so beautiful, so out of their own control and into his, quiet moans and gasps escaping your lips as he slides his tongue expertly over your folds. In fact, he might just cum in his jeans, seeing your body spread out for him, tits bouncing in the small, transparent tank top you'd pulled on under your top when you left this morning. Certainly didn't expect the afternoon to turn out like this.

“You can be louder, love,” He grins against you, mouth and chin wet with your slick, and you squint an eye open, propping yourself up to look at him in all his glory. You've never seen anyone this pretty, either. Being so exposed, you flush, attempting to close your legs just as he gingerly presses them down again, hand on one thigh and an elbow on the other, "No one's home."

“Can you —” You gasp when he chuckles at the desperate pitch of your voice, cool air blowing over you and causing your hips to jerk upwards, “— please not refer to your family while you're...”

“Eating you out?” His lips pull into an easy smirk, and before you can speak he blows another, teasing wave of air over your clit. Your hips jolt involuntarily again. You throw your head back and grab a handful of his bright hair, pushing him back lightly.

“Please, Fred.”

“You’re no fun, Y/N.” he retorts playfully, before swiping his tongue once more against you, making you whimper even louder and roll your hips in tandem with him. Curses spill from your lips quietly whenever he catches your clit just right — you need more.

He plants a wet kiss on your thigh, asking for your attention, and you sit up again, cheeks hot and hair mussed from the repeated tossing and turning. You eye him expectantly, brows furrowed in desperation and wanting nothing more than for him to keep going.

“Do you want me to try and add another finger, or d'you think that's too much?”

“Yeah, yes please. More, please.” You mumble, gnawing at your lip and guiding your hips back to his mouth. He smiles, sweeter this time, and nips at your clit. Before long, he's carefully sinking another finger into you. You've never felt this full, and if you weren't so drunk on the feeling of his lips on you, you would be panicking.

“Christ, you’re tight,” He keeps his elbow pressed firmly against one of your flushed thighs, his hand on your other one, still preventing you from closing your legs, “Can you relax for me?”

With his free hand, he trails soft circles on your hip, and you adjust slightly to the stretch, letting his index and middle finger sink a little further into you.

“Fred, have you seen my— oh.”

Always with the excellent timing, George Weasley bursts through the door holding a half-eaten slice of buttered toast in one hand, the door handle in his other.

He pauses in the doorway for a moment, “Blimey. Nice one.”

Fred glances over at him, barely reacting and continuing to open you up despite the fact that you're clamping down on him in embarrassment, "Yeah, thanks, mate."

He leans down and lets a trail of saliva drip itself down to your heat. You freeze in shock as George continues into the room, eyes shifting off your body and to a chest of drawers in front of the two beds. Fred curls his fingers and the moan that catches in your throat propulses you into action: you grasp him by the hair, not too rough, and attempt to push him away.

“What's wrong?” His brows knit together. George is rummaging through the first drawer, clearly frustrated and in search of something.

“Fred, you—” Your chest flushes once more, this time in humiliation, and your stomach caves in and out with each hurried breath, “Your brother is right there!” you hiss.

You squirm under his hold, but he secures a hand around your waist and squeezes so delicately that you almost forget. Any attempt to clench your thighs together is futile: you're mad at Fred, for leaving you exposed; at George, for interrupting; at yourself for clenching around his fingers when you should be wrestling your way off the bed and back into your clothes. The only thing you can do is press your hands over your tits, painfully aware of how see-through your top is. Throughout all of this, George has given up and made his way to sit on his bed, facing you both just a few feet away, munching nonchalantly on his toast and fiddling with a figurine on his nightstand.

“And?” He curls his fingers inside you again and you bite your lip, eyes frantic, caught between crying or grinding your hips further into his palm. Your eyes dart over to George, who's lazily rolling a trinket around in his hand, rubbing at his nose with his wrist.

“What do you mean, and? He's right there!” You spit down at him.

“Does it really matter?” His voice ends up muffled by your folds as he glides his tongue between them, saliva and cum coating his fingers. You whimper desperately, squirming again in pleasure and discomfort.

“Sorry to interrupt," Your head whips to the side as George begins to speak, eyes wide, body tensing, "But, Fred?"

He reluctantly pulls away from you, lips swollen, "Yeah?"

"D'you have any idea where that Muggle... game-thingy, is? The one that Dad brought back the other day?" He finishes his toast.

"What, the Gameguy?" Fred questions.

"Gameboy! That!"

Fred nods heartily and gingerly removes his fingers from you, still covered in slick, to point to a woven basket full of clutter in the corner of the room. You whine.

"Should be in there."

As George gets up, still chewing, your eyes track Fred's fingers to his mouth, where he sucks them clean and opens up your thighs again, hands splayed out. He eyes your swollen clit, your hole clenching around nothing.

"You like that, do you?" Your eyes dart to his, jaw slack.

You barely manage to squeak out a, "What?"

"Tastes sweet." He squeezes your hip, grinning and leaning down to capture you in his mouth once again. You gasp, long ago having given up on covering up, instead holding yourself up as your hands clutch the duvet. Your eyes dart from him to George.

"Fred, please!"

"Please, what?" he mumbles, thighs closing in around his head as he grips your waist, this time letting you.

A whimper is your only response, and you bite down on the side of your hand to keep yourself quiet. At this, he presses your hands to the bed.

"No, love — let me hear you. George doesn't mind, do you George?" The boy in question casts a glance over his shoulder as he digs through the clutter.

"No, really, it's fine!"

Fred quirks a brow at you, "See?"

He buries his face into your sex, 'eating you out' like his life depends on it, and you sob out in need when he pushes one of your thighs away to shove his fingers back inside you again, "Shit!"

George chuckles to himself, glancing at you two again and fiddling with the Gameboy he's finally recovered. Brushing a hand off on his pants, he grabs a wooden chair and sits next to the bed, nonchalantly pressing a few buttons on the game console. Your eyes widen in surprise, only snapping shut when you feel the pressure in your abdomen mounting up.

“God, Fred, enough! Please!” The humiliation racks through your body, and George tossing his Gameboy to the side to lean back in his chair and watch you, so close to coming undone, certainly doesn't help. Fred tries to soothe you by tracing more circles on your hip, but it sets you more on edge than anything with his brother sat right there.

“It’s okay, Y/N, you’re doing great. First time?” George, your friend, the boy you don't often speak to unless involving yourself in the twins' antics or eating with them in the dining hall, smiles softly while you hold yourself back from letting go. You nod meekly, cheeks flaming as your breathing picks up even more. Oh, God.

In search of some form of escape, you turn your head away from George and bury it into a pillow. Fred is relentless, brushing against your g-spot with every curl of his fingers, teeth at times brushing against your clit and making you jump, closer and closer to your orgasm washing over you. You're helpless, at his mercy. Somehow at George's, too.

George leans forward, elbows resting on his jean-clad thighs as his eyes drag from your open legs, to your bouncing tits, to your neck, turned from him, exposed and shining with sweat.

“You’re doing such a good job, Y/N, love. How about you let go for Fred, hm?” George lilts, tone sweet as he leans forward to brush a hand up your side, at the skin of your waist and over your tank top. You look over at him just as Fred scissors his fingers even deeper inside you, vision blurring.

"No, I— shit —" You bite down on your lip as George's fingers brush over your nipple, already raw with arousal, "George —"

“For me? Come on, love. It's okay."

It’s at this moment that you lose all control, senses shutting down and heightening all at once — your body convulses as you cum. You clamp down on Fred's fingers, chest arching into George's touch, crying out. You have no time to come down, however, when Fred doesn't stop, only slowing down slightly, easing up on your clit and in turn leaving more sloppy bites on the insides of your thighs. George's fingers dance their way up under your top, brushing the underside of your breast. You can't help but curve your back further, body writhing.

“Oh God, Freddie, please! I can’t, I can't, I can't —” you sputter weakly, to no avail.

“You don’t wanna cum on my fingers again?” he teases, once more latching onto your clit, eyeing the way your whole body quivers with overstimulation.

“Come on, you can do it, dove. It's okay, just one more,” George's voice calms you, rough hand softly running over your tits, rolling a thumb over your nipple. You bite your fist, then grasp at your tits yourself, not knowing where to put your hands, desperate not to flail. You can feel the warmth of his skin through your top, and the feeling in your abdomen starts up again, “Mhm, that’s it.”

Finally, you're cumming.

“Fuck!” Your other hand shoots up to your mouth, muffling a yell as you succumb to their touch, legs giving in. Now, Fred let’s you ride out your orgasm, being careful of your sensitivity as he pumps his fingers in and out a few more times before finally pulling away, even as your body attempts to coax him back inside.

George squeezes your waist tenderly, pulling back to watch his brother guide his slick fingers to your lips. Pliable with your eyes hooded, you open your mouth, slathering them with saliva and sucking them clean. Fred runs a hand through your hair, kissing you softly on your temple, mumbling about how well you did, how good you are.

George watches you intently before leaving to lie back on his own bed, Gameboy in hand. Adjusts himself. Fred grabs tissues from his nightstand and cleans you up, finding your clothes and helping you into them. You stand uneasily, ears humming with static, eyes unfocused, and head to the door.

Fred follows you out, and you keep yourself steady by grabbing onto his arm. You look up at him. A cheeky smile tugs at his lips.

“You don't want to stay for dinner?”

He knows better than anyone that you can hardly see straight.

“No, I — I think I'll just, um... I'm just gonna head home." You give him half a smile back, dazed, trying to be polite and make sure your knees don’t buckle all at once.

“No problem, love. You'll be alright by yourself?”

“Yeah,” you rasp out.

“Alright. See you later.” He leans against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, and your body thrums once more just at the sight of him. You straighten up slightly at the top of the stairs.

“Yeah,” You clear your throat, “Yeah, sure.”

a/n: this is a rewrite of a previous fic, and i really didn't realise how dark it was until i edited it. this stuff is not normal! consent is key, yada yada yada! it was still getting quite a bit of traction but i ended up accidentally deleting it so... here you go.

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— Kakashi Hatake x f!reader

» req. Hi Mina Chan, can I request Kakashi for cockwarming? Pretty please? Thank you 💕 — @lilymoonpie

cw. mdni. cockwarming, creampie, pet name, praising

an. aaaahh I had missed writing for Kakashi, I swear — Thanks for your request, angel 🙇🏼‍♀️🖤 — M.list

Corners of his lips are curled upward under his mask as he watches you settle on his length in the hokage’s office.

Kakashi’s voice is low and smooth as he wraps his big hands around your waist and holds you pressed with your back on his chest, “good, now hold still while I finish this paperwork” he breathes in your ear sliding his hand from your side to your bare thigh as you squirm at the feel of his cock head caressing your spongy walls.

Your pussy clenches around his cock so perfectly that he can’t hold back a moan when you try to move your hips to seek some relief, his hot breath on your neck and his fingers slipping under your panties to meet your swollen nub.

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Fair Game

Boba Fett x f!reader x Din Djarin

Summary: You express to Boba your desires to be shared with Din, and to your surprise, he is enthusiastic about your wishes Warnings: SMUT!!, voyeurism, PWP (there’s a hint of plot if you squint) Word count: 3k A/N: Yes, I have come out of hiding, and YES it was to write self-indulgent smut. Also Boba has a bedroom in this. Let’s just pretend. Enjoy my lovelies. I have not proofread yet, please forgive any errors

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You sat there and pondered how you ended up in this long anticipated conversation. A conversation you'd had rested at the tip of your tongue for weeks. You stared deep into the reflective black of Boba's visor, pretending to make contact with his pupils to make the conversation easier, but without being able to read his expression, you finally blurt it out.

"I want him to fuck me...and I want you to watch" You nearly choked on your words as you trailed the end of your demand with a whisper.

"Mando?" He was taken aback. You nodded.

Your belly flipped over itself as you impatiently awaited his response. You'd wanted this for a while. Since Din began staying in the palace as Boba's honored guest, you couldn't even deny the forbidden thoughts that troubled your mind everyday. You belonged to Boba, and you loved him deeply, but clearly your attraction to helmeted men was not restricted to only your partner.

He was silent for the seconds that followed, but as you fidgeted with the sleeve of your tunic, he finally spoke up.

"I've thought about it, too" He admitted. You met his eyeline again and searched his tone for any trace of insincerity.

"....wh- you have?" You stumbled over your words. He nodded, and inched closer to you. As his body pinned you against the wall, his hand pressed flat above your head while the other caressed your waist. The butterflies he stirred within you never ceased to flutter rapidly.

"I'd like that" He muttered slowly. You felt a warmth form inside of you.

"Really?" You trembled, still in disbelief.

Boba pushed a lock of your hair behind your ear and used his stoic stance to power over your fragile figure. You were flustered already, his dominance holding in nothing but his presence before you.

"I’m a fair man. I like sharing my toys with others. Wouldn’t you say that’s fair, princess?” He whispered gruffly, his modulator making him sound even tougher than normal.

You nodded with a whimper, too weak at the knees to form a proper response. He made you melt every time he cornered you like this. Boba curled his gloved finger under your chin and tilted your head up toward him.

“Besides, I wouldn’t be a good host to our guest if I didn’t allow him to indulge in the finest things we have to offer, now would I?”

You blushed and smiled up at him.

“Consider it done, little one” he assured you before leaving you alone in his bed chambers. You bit your lip as your mind explored how it might play out, and if Din would even agree to it.

But sure he would, you’ve seen the way his attention stays glued to you for so long. You may not be able to see his eyes, but you can see his head travel the length of your body when you walk by. No helmet could hide that.

—

Two days had passed. You hadn’t seen Boba since your conversation. Nor had you seen Din. Fennec said they had gone out for a huge bounty, and you didn’t dare ask any further questions. Instead, you kept yourself busy by touching yourself to the thought of them both fucking you senseless.

The morning suns warm your skin as you lay sprawled out on your oversized bed you shared with Boba. The thoughts were starting again, and your hand tiptoed down between your legs, searching to relieve an aching. You wore nothing but one of Boba’s black undershirts. You loved how his scent stayed trapped in the fabric.

As you laid flat on your back, you lifted your shirt to caress your breasts while you began to rub circles on your clit. Your eyes fell shut and you curled your hips against your own touch, imagining it was Din instead. You moaned softly, although you could be as loud as you wanted to. If Fennec was in the palace, you didn’t really care if she heard you.

In your imagination, it was Boba’s hand cupping your breast, and Din’s fingers that worked at your pulsing heat. Your whimpers progressed as your pleasure grew and your surroundings began to dissipate as you were encased in your new reality.

You were inching so dangerously close to your climax, panting and squirming profusely, when a gruff voice broke the barrier between imagination and reality.

“Couldn’t wait for us, Princess?”

Your eyes flash open and you’re frantic to cover yourself when you see Boba, with Din standing next to him in the doorway. The pounding of your heart against your chest is the only thing you could seem to focus on.

“Don’t get shy now, little one. We’ve seen plenty of the show already” He mocked playfully, and you wondered just how long they'd been there.

“Boba” you breathed, your cheeks were burning red with arousal and embarrassment intertwined together.

“Mando, I think I heard your name on her lips just a moment ago” Boba teased. Din looked over at him and offered a subtle nod.

As you sit up and move to the end of the bed, Boba pulls up a lounge chair to face the bed, allowing himself a front row seat.

“Just like we talked about, Mando. She’s all yours” Boba said as he took his seat. Din walked over to you and stood directly in front of you. His silence was ominous, and you expected that he was nervous, too. The look of desire you held in your eyes would’ve put any man on his knees. You knew what to do.

“Kriff” He whispered.

“Isn't she beautiful?” Boba spoke up, you did not look at him, but you could hear that he had removed his helmet.

As your fingers worked to open his trousers, his gloved hand gripped around your wrist, halting your actions. He swiftly yet carefully pushed you onto your back, hovering over you. You caught your own reflection in the shine of his beskar before you stared deep into his visor. His hands explored you like it was unmarked territory that was his for the taking.

Your shirt was removed in one quick motion, leaving you now completely bare and exposed for him. Din’s moan in approval was amplified by his modulator, and it sent a flash of heat through your body. He studied the way your body curved in the all the perfect places, how your breasts sat upon your chest, and how you were open for him His pure lust and desire to have you was evident now, and it was driving you crazy

“Tell me what you want” He demanded.

You were speechless. Partially from your nerves and partially from how breathtaking it was to be pressed against him.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you, sweetheart” he growled softly as he pulled the gloves from his fingertips and threw them off the bed. Before you could mutter another sound, his fingers began working at replicating exactly what you had been fantasizing when they caught you. He circled them on your delicate bud while staring down directly at you.

“Fuck…” you whimpered so sweetly.

Boba stirred a noise that drew your attention to him. He was slowly stroking his cock, infatuated with another man's hands roaming your body. You smirked at him through your breaths of pleasure yet his face held the same unreadable expression. He appeared enthralled, aroused, and jealous somehow all at once.

You tried yet again to pursue Din's pleasure by palming him gently through his trousers but he immediately pushed you away.

"Gotta take care of you first sweet girl" He insisted and you did not dare protest. Feeling that you were ready for it, he curled two fingers within your walls, burying his digits in your aching warmth. You moaned as you threw your head back. His thumb remained at your clit, working in rhythm to earn the prettiest noises he could pull from your lips.

"Din" You moaned breathlessly. He groaned in response as he loved the way you said his name. Din thrusted his fingers vigorously, knowing the perfect pace to continue.

"Boba, you are the luckiest man in the galaxy" Mando spoke up, looking over at Boba, who kept stroking himself while he made eye contact with him.

"And now you get to enjoy her too, Mando. You deserve it" Boba stated, a delicate moan falling from his lips as he spoke.

The all familiar tightening coil in your lower abdomen begged to be unraveled. Your whimpering graced the armored men's ear as you approached your long anticipated climax.

"Please don't stop" You begged of him, hoping he wouldn't be sadistic and rob you of your euphoric release.

But he didn't, and your orgasm washed over your entire being so gracefully that you felt weightless beneath him. You arched your back against his firm body and he used the opportunity to wrap an arm around you, pulling you closer. His efforts were relentless in working you through the pure ecstasy you experienced.

It seemed that he was enjoying it just as much as you had, and when your rode down from your intense high, you heard Boba's lustful groans coming from where he remained sitting.

"Don't you want to join us, Boba?" You whimpered through your words.

"Isn't this what you wanted, princess? I think Din has it under control" He smirked, loving this entire situation more than you ever thought possible. Your mind wandered to how it would feel to have two sets of Mandalorian hands gripping your body.

"Maybe she's right, she deserves the attention of two men" Din contested, a seductive tone riddled in his voice.

"No, I want to see her be fucked by another man. I'll finish her off, Mando" Boba chuckled sadistically. Din looked back down at your rosy face, seemingly unsure of how to proceed.

The restrained outline of his erection through his pants was now distracting. His eagerness to be inside you made your heart skip a beat. You bit your lip before pulling at the fastening of his pants, this time he helped you, and suddenly you were met with the wonderful sight of his throbbing length.

You audibly gasped, and the cutest chuckle escaped his helmet, no doubt that he was blushing at your reaction. He was big, and thicker than you'd imagined. Slightly bigger than Boba, but overall similar in size. You tried to wrap your fingers around him, but yet again he stopped you.

"Can't wait any longer, sweet girl" He growled before flipping you over onto your hands and knees, facing you toward Boba. Din lined himself up with your entrance behind you. As you looked back at him, he hesitated to await your approval. You nodded quickly, anticipating the sweet sensation he would bring.

Slowly he inched into you. Your walls wrapped around his cock, and you both let out a euphoric sigh of pleasure as you finally sunk into one another, something that was long awaited between the both of you.

Your eyes lock into Boba's, who's stroking became steadier and rougher since you'd last caught a glance. You smiled seductively, and he smirked back. Din buried himself completely inside you, and held there for a moment for you both to adjust.

As his thrusting took shape, your mouth fell into an "O" shape, a look you know Boba loved all too well. He moaned subtly, watching your every move. You were enamored with making this intimate eye contact while being ravished by another.

"Look at you, little one, you take his cock so well" He praised you sweetly, "How does she feel?" He asked Din. Seeing your man get off to the sight of this was exhilarating. You truly wondered why you never did this sooner.

"So good" Din breathed between his curled thrusts, "She feels so good", you could tell he was on cloud nine, and struggled to find words.

Din found his rhythm, and used it to pound into you harder. Every slap of his hips against your ass drove you absolutely crazy, but now, he was putting all his passion into it. The cool sensation of the beskar on his thighs lined up against the back of your thighs. It turned you on for him to fuck you in his full set of armor, whereas Boba usually removed his while you had sex. You pushed your ass back against him to add even more rough motion. The sounds he emitted were so arousing, and he sounded even hotter than you expected. Thank gods he was being so vocal, you thought.

Suddenly, he gripped his fingers into your locks of hair and firmly pulled on it. You cried out with pleasure, infatuated with this feeling. How did he know you loved this?

"There it is, she loves that" Boba encouraged him. His cock brushed against your sweetest spot with every swing of his hips. You were climbing toward your second release, and you wouldn't last much longer. Your whimpers accompanied the sound of your skin joining with his and you could slightly hear Boba's moaning picking up as well. You wanted him inside you, too.

"Din, you fuck me so good" You praised him, wanting him to know how amazing he made you feel.

"Yeah? You like that?" He cooed, "Are you going to cum for me again, sweetheart?"

"Yes, Din, I am so close" You cried out, feeling your orgasm creeping up slowly. He released his grip from your hair and reached around to your clit, rubbing it steadily while he kept fucking you.

"Good girl, cum around his cock" Boba growled as Din's efforts finally flooded your senses with absolute euphoria. It radiated throughout you as you became a mess of whimpering. You trembled and struggled to stay supporting yourself.

"Fuck, I can feel you clenching around me, y/n" He whispered softly. Hearing your name fall from his lips in such a manner was so beautiful.

You slowly floated back down from the most intense high you'd ever experienced, catching your breath in the process.

"Is she ready for me, yet, Mando?" Boba grew impatient, becoming dissatisfied with the feeling of his hand.

"She is" Mando said, pulling out of you. No longer filled, you collapsed, laying flat on your stomach, feeling ruined already.

"Oh no, princess, we aren't done with you yet" Boba scolded, walking over to the bed.

"I want you both" You begged. The two men looked over at each other before assuming their positions like they'd talked about this already.

Din got on his knees in front of you on the bed, and Boba got behind you. He gripped your hips and lifted you back onto your knees. Boba wasted no time before burying his cock inside you. Din placed his glistening tip in your face, you smirked up at him before opening your mouth wide for him to fit.

You were filled from both ends, and you could not imagine anything better than this unfamiliar feeling. They pounded into your holes at their own speed, Boba slammed into you fast and rough, making up for the missed time and endless teasing he experienced being left out of the fun.

Your moans, now suppressed by Din's cock, grew louder and more desperate with every second. His hands found themselves wrapped in your hair yet again. Boba was fucking you like he hated you, though you knew he loved you more than ever right now.

"What a good fucking girl she is, Mando, taking both of us so well" Boba gritted through his teeth. His thumbs dug into your back while he squeezed your waist.

"and so beautiful" Din barely muttered through his strained groans. Something you'd rarely experienced began to form, your third release. You pulled your mouth from Din.

"Oh my gods, I'm going to cum again" You announced, and Din forcefully pulled your mouth back onto him, pulling your hair with it. The way you felt him twitch against your tongue indicated that he was also close, and the pace at which Boba thrusted into you, you knew he wouldn't last much longer either.

"That's right sweet girl, just like that" Din coaxed you.

The tightening coil wound up quickly in your lower belly, and it threatened to unravel at any moment. Boba switched his rhythm and curled his hips more upward, grinding against your sweet spot repeatedly. You gasped as it burst open within you. The pleasure was relentless this time, flowing through your body like a shockwave. Your sight became blurred and Din continued fucking your face. You felt deliciously disoriented and finally began to inch off of your high.

Your body shook in the most rewarding way, you were completely filled and coming down from the best orgasm your body had ever ridden, even better than the first two. You could hear in their groaning that they were about to release themselves.

Without another second passing, both men exclaimed loudly, gracing your ears with such an arousing sound. A shooting warmth coated your walls as Boba's thrusts grew slower. Din's cum coated your mouth, leaving a sweetness on your tongue as he held his cock deep inside your throat. Heavy breathing filled the room as they both hesitated to remove themselves from your warmth.

Boba and Din cleaned themselves before tucking their length back in their pants. You collapsed again, letting exhaustion overcome you as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

"Are you alright, y/n?" Din asked so sweetly. You nodded, unable to form your words for him.

You felt Boba pick you up and lay you down properly on your pillow, before lifting the blanket over your tired body. You smiled subtly, your eyes falling closed into the best sleep you'd ever have.

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Banging Time Machine {Multiple Characters x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 11.6k

Warnings: Dimension traveling, angry/confused men, threats of violence, sex pollen, dubious consent due to sex pollen, m/m action, m/m anal sex, oral (male and female receiving), jerking off, gang bang actives, multiple partners, double penetration, anal sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cream pie for days, circle jerk, tit fucking, soft aftercare.

Comments: Statesman has developed a time machine that will allow agents to go back and correct wrongs. When a malfunction occurs, it starts pulling men through the portal from other dimensions. Men who are very similar to Jack Daniels. One such man accidentally is pulled through with a plant that has a very…amorous affect on everyone when you are exposed.

A/N: We wanted to start the New Year’s off with a bang!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR’S everyone! I hope 2022 is amazing for each and every one of you.

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

Mood Board by @danniburgh

Working for Statesman has its perks. Access to the latest technology was one such perk, and using it to right wrongs and make the world a better place was another. You were the good guys, working in shadows and not known beyond other independence intelligence agencies, but that wasn’t supposed to be about the recognition. It was about saving lives and protecting people, nations. With the newest toy you had at your disposal, you could go back and correct mistakes made on missions, meaning that Statesman would never fail at their mission again. It’s already been proven to work, going back and saving the senior field agent from making a colossal mistake that would cost him everything.

That agent, Whiskey, is now just as committed as he had been before the idea of drugs had caused him to lose his head and think about his own selfish desires rather than the mission. “Cola, I’m gonna need you to fire up that machine, I’m comin’ in hot and I need to go back to 10 hours ago.” Whiskey’s voice comes through your comms and you look up at the monitor in your lab to see his helmeted face staring at you. He was in the Pony Express, expression grim.

You quickly prepare the machine and when Whiskey strides into your lab, you toss him the device you developed to bring him back and he catches it. “Be back in a flash sweetheart” He winks and disappears into the portal, the light flashing, and you speak into your comms to make sure he can hear you. “You get there okay Jack?” You ask.

“So-so-thing-wrong” The line crackles and you panic.

“Jack! Jack? Can you hear me?” You shout into the comms.

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Din breaking out of restraints just to touch you after being teased for far too long... yeah, so if possible could you maybe expand upon this idea with your beautiful writing? if not I understand ☺️💖

A/N: Din Djarin x F!Reader. Rough Smut. Bondage.

You know you’re playing a dangerous game. You know it.

You feel it beneath you - around you.

The tension radiating off the Mandalorian who is tied and trussed to a headboard in this cheap room for rent.

It’d been a break - a place to take a breath because the bounties had doubled - tripled - and you had put your foot down.

I’m not a machine, Mando. I can’t do this day after day without a single moment to rest.

He’d tilted his helmet - surveying you - his fingers curling into a fist. You thought he’d refuse - thought he’d kick you to the curb. After all, you weren’t a critical piece for him. You were a helper - an assistant and a girl he occasionally fucked the life out of.

He exhaled sharply and you averted your eyes. That black visor was intimidating - cold and unreadable just like Mando’s voice. He stepped forward - his gloved hand rough across your jaw as he forced your face up to his.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I...I forget that not everyone is built like me.”

You’d run over those words ever since he’d said them. You stroked them - felt them up - as he took you to this strange motel in Tatooine. You pondered them - analyzed them - used them to try to dig into the meat that was technically your boss and very much your bedfellow.

Built like me.

He’s a warrior. He had been molded to it - the most fearsome bounty hunter in the galaxy. Always in control and always aware and three steps ahead.

In the small room - dank and dark and smelling like old water - Mando strides inside. He surveys the interior - taking note of exits and entrances and how thin the walls are. You watch him - nearly choking at how huge he looks. He’s a shadow in front of the door - taking up all the space - blocking any light from the hall. He moves forward, crossing the room and then looming above you his moon-shine Beskar. You swallow.

But - then he begins to rub the back of his neck - a gesture that makes him far more human than usual.

“Sorry,” he shrugs - tone sheepish. “This place is a dump.”

You don’t care because something has begun to burn between your legs. It pulses and throbs and slips through your veins and it’s all because Mando had told you - not everyone is built like me.

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He’s shirtless and you savor the way his mucsles bunch and flex as he yanks hard on the restraints. His helmet is still on - his pants and boots, too. You straddle his waist - your nails scraping across the broad plane of his chest - the curve of his bicep - as you regard him with faux coolness.

You’ve already put him through it. You’ve touched yourself in front of him - shoved your cunt down on the meat of his thigh as he bucked against you.

“I want you,” he grunts. “C’mon - let me touch you - taste you. I’ll eat you out so good, pretty.”

You don’t give him an inch. You tease and press and push as he groans deep and ragged beneath his helmet. You stroke his cock evenly - slow and languorous with your own slick to wet him. You cup his balls - gentle as ever. Mando hates it soft - he does not understand tenderness in sex. It’s just not what he knows.

“You’re on thin ice,” he husks as you scrape your thumb over the head of his dick. “Very...fuck...very thin.”

“Am I?” Your voice is perfectly fine - unbothered. But inside, you’re drowning in adrenaline and the slight twitch of fear. Mando could ruin you - destroy you and each taunt of your hands or pussy or body is another strike against you.

Not everyone is built like me - and oh how it feels to control him like this - to hold yourself over him and have him at your mercy. It feels like power - it is beyond the rest.

He begins to lose words as something almost dangerous rumbles at the back of his throat. His arms are shaking - not violently, but enough to notice. Maybe you’d gone too far - overwhelmed him?

You drop back into his lap and that visor falls on your upturned face as he mumbles a curse. There’s the squeak of the headboard - a crack - before Mando rips his hands down and the rope frays before it breaks.

“Shit,” you murmur just as he grips your waist and hauls you to him. His chest is damp with sweat as he pushes it against yours - the quake of his heavy pants.

“You’re so fucked,” he snarls as he drags you right off the bed and onto the shag carpet.

You can’t even think of the dirt or the potential blood that this carpet has probably seen. You can’t because your mind has fled completely. Mando shoves your knees apart - as he slots his hips between your spread thighs. He’s got his cock in hand and he’s staring down at you - the emotionless mask - the quiet of it - the shine that only reflects your stunned face. He presses the head against the seam of your cunt - draws it through your folds with the slow slide of his pelvis.

“Someone’s drenched,” he remarks flatly as he pushes down against the bud of your sex. “Bet I’ll just slip in, pretty girl.”

You glare at him and he chuckles - low and warm and deliberate.

One gloved hand pins your wrists to the floor - right above your head. You’re on display for him - open legs and weeping cunt and burning burning burning all for him. Only for him and that’s a thought you’ll have to digest later - touch later - figure the fuck out - but later.

He guides his cock into you - notching the head against your entrance as he pushes in a few inches. He rears back - leaving you empty before he jams forward again. It’s a pattern in a tease - the brief heft of him stretching your soaked heat for a moment before he removes it completely.

He seems to enjoy it - groaning quietly as your cunt blooms around him - making room - tugging him inside. He pulls back.

“Mando,” you plead - on the brink of tears.

“Yes?” he asks - smug and amused.

“Please.”

“Please?”

“Fuck me.”

There’s no hesitancy on his part - the beg is only halfway out of your mouth before he surges forward and buries himself to the hilt. You arch - lips parting at the sensation - the fullness as your core goes molten. It doesn’t hurt, but it’s a lot. It’s a subtle ache - tons of pressure. Your lower muscles are bearing down upon him - your walls twitching and clenching as he begins to saw his hips - his thick length dragging through the channel of your sex.

“Is this what you wanted?” he mutters into your ear - the edge of his helmet knocking against your face. His pants are rough against your bare skin. He’s enormous - engulfing you with the breadth of him. He possesses you like this - ruins you. Each spear of his cock sends your spine up the floor - each stroke and snap of his hips punches whimpers from your tongue. “Did you want me to take you like this? Fuck you right on the floor like some dirty little - “

Your climax screams through you so suddenly it takes you by surprise. It sings and soars through your belly - your core - the pieces behind your cunt that Mando is plunging so far into that you think he might pierce something vital. It leaves you wet and sloppy as you listen to the suck of your dripping pussy swallow him repeatedly.

“That’s it,” he praises. “That’s it - cum all over my cock, my perfect thing.”

That spirits through you and makes you swell - go to liquid.

Perfect thing. My.

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The Warmth

The Mandalorian x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: After Mando crashes the ship on a freezing planet, your shivering and chattering teeth threaten to keep Mando and his colleague up all night, so Mando is moved to use his body heat to warm you up.

Warnings: Smut, fingering, semi-public sex, dirty talk

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You’ve been Mando’s mechanic for a few months and this is the first time he’s ever done a bounty hunt with a partner. He’s a young man, close to your age and he’s new to the profession, so he sought out Mando (and his carbonite chamber) to help him catch a particularly difficult bounty.

You thought it was nice that Mando agreed to help this kid capture a quarry. Your positive attitude toward the situation was short-lived, however, after you actually met him.

You spent all day with him today, and he exposed himself to be a smug, arrogant asshole whom you cannot wait to see off. You bicker with him more than you do with Mando, which is saying something. Although you secretly enjoy your squabbles with Mando, the same is certainly not true with this guy.

To make matters worse, he and Mando crashed the Razor Crest on an ice-covered planet while fleeing a New Republic patrol ship. And the three of you are now stranded on this freezing sphere until the morning when you and Mando can fix the ship.

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The ship is freezing. You and Mando are on your tiny beds in the Crest’s sleeping quarters, and the annoying tag-along is on a pull-out cot at the end of the room. Each of you are clinging to your skratchy thin blankets, trying to keep warm and fall asleep.

You’re shivering like never before. The pjs you’re wearing are the ones you packed for the hot desert planet on which you were supposed to be spending the night. That is to say, your tiny silk pj set doesn’t cover much.

Your teeth are chattering like crazy; your jaw mechanically trembling and loudly, vibrating your teeth against each other.

“Ughhhh!” The guy says as he sits up in his bed and looks back at Mando.

Mando looks at him while gets up on his elbows and exhales. ”Y/n, can you stop? We’re not gonna be able to get any sleep with your chattering.” Mando says.

“D-do you t-think I’m d-d-doing th-this intentionally?” You respond.

“Maybe if you were wearing more clothes…” The guy mutters.

“S-sorry, but I w-wasn’t planning on y-you and Mando crashing the f-fucking sh-ship on this freezing f-fucking planet.”

“Fuck.” Mando utters as he gets up from his bed, taking his blanket with him. “Scoot over.” He demands approaching your bed.

“W-why?” You ask.

“I’m gonna use my body heat and this extra blanket to warm you up. It’s gonna be a pain in the ass if I have to deal with you getting frostbite.” Mando states sharply.

Your bed is against the wall and you’re lying on your side facing it, with your knees up almost at your chest. You scoot closer to the wall so that your legs are a little over an inch away. Mando splays his blanket on top of you before sliding behind you under the two blankets.

You’re a bit surprised that Mando is willing to do this for you. You can’t recall a time that he touched you when he wasn’t grabbing your arm when you were slipping or unintentionally bumping into you in the cockpit.

Mando slides in right behind your body, almost spooning you, and sets his head down on your pillow.

While pulling the blanket up, your head jerks back and bonks Mando’s helmet. “Ow, Mando, your helmet.” You say.

“Y/n!” The boy says angrily. “Just deal with it so we can fucking go to sleep!”

“Shut the fuck up.” You say, sitting up in your bed and looking back at him.

“Everyone shut the fuck up.” Mando barks. “It’s dark enough that I can take my helmet off for the time being. Okay?”

“Spoiled brat always gets her way.” The kid remarks.

“I will kill you.” You bite.

“Ha! I’d like to see you try princess.”

“Both of you shut up.” Mando orders in a deep serious voice as he pulls his helmet off.

He returns his head to your pillow, positioning it almost in the crook of your neck, and his warm breath sends a stroke of heat down your spine.

Your skin is ice cold to the touch, the opposite of Mando’s. With his large, soft hand, he rapidly rubs your arm in attempts to warm your goosebump-covered skin.

You stretch your legs out and he puts one of his legs over yours to warm them. He then moves his hand to your lower thigh and rapidly moves his hand up and down again to try and rid your goosebumps.

You know that Mando is not trying to touch you in any sexual way. His sole purpose is to warm you up so that your teeth will stop chattering and everyone can get some much needed sleep: to share his body heat with you. But you can’t help getting turned on.

His muscular leg is wrapped around yours, weighing you down. He’s breathing heavily in your ear while his hand rubs your thigh. And your body is wrapped in his, your ass right against his crotch. You can feel your panties dampen.

“Fuck how are you so warm?” You whisper, breathing heavily.

Mando doesn’t respond. After feeling like he sufficiently warmed up your leg, Mando moves his hand to rest on his own leg and go to sleep.

But you don’t want him to stop. You want his hand back on your body, partially because it’s so warm, and you are trying not to think about the other reason.

You daringly grab his hand and slowly move it to your stomach under your loose silk tank top— where your skin is sure enough ice cold— and start running it across your tummy. Mando gets the hint and starts mechanically rubbing his large warm hand up and down your stomach.

Your pussy pulses as his knuckles graze the underside of your boob. You let out a faint, high-pitched whimper as you push your butt into his groin, trying to test the waters.

Mando grunts. “Fuck.” He says under his breath as his hand stops moving.

Mando slowly drags his palm up your waist and you put your hand on top of his as it retreats.

“P-please keep touching me, your hands are so warm.” You whisper.

Mando’s hand doesn’t move and he doesn’t say anything, filling your body with nerves as you instantly regret saying that.

After a long, dreadful pause, Mando scoots his body forward, pushing himself into you. “Where do you want me to touch you?” He inquires in a whispered, raspy voice, right in your ear.

“All over.” You whisper hesitantly. “I– I’m cold everywhere.

“Yeah?” Mando murmurs as he moves his hand back down to your thigh. He strokes it, but much slower than before, caressing your soft skin with his thumb.

“What about here?” He mutters in your ear as he slowly inches his fingers inward and up your thigh.

“Yes.” You breathe out as arousal shoots to your pussy. You squeeze your lips together to try and prevent any moans from escaping as his hand creeps closer and closer to your cunt.

Mando moves his digits up into your short loose shorts and stops them right below your pussy. “You want me to keep going baby?” He whispers into your ear with his lips grazing your earlobe.

Baby. Your cunt pulsates when Mando calls you that. Never in a million years would you ever have imagined that Mando would call you baby.

“Please.” You whimper.

Mando’s fingers make contact with your wet folds as his other hand wraps around your neck and settles gently on your throat. He lifts his thigh off of yours so you’re able to open your legs slightly and let his hand in.

You feel Mando smile against your neck. “No panties, huh?” He lightly chuckles. “Fuck. You’re so wet.”

You can’t believe Mando is talking to you like this. You can’t believe your employer’s fingers are in your cunt. He is slowly circling your clit with two digits and your mouth falls ajar.

You inadvertently squeak out. “Ahh—”

“Shhhhh gotta keep quiet, okay?” Mando whispers in your ear as he picks up the pace on your bud. You bite your bottom lip and try your best to stay silent.

The guy’s not close enough to hear the whispers you and Mando are exchanging, but he’s certainly within earshot of some things.

Mando moves his thumb to your bud while his other fingers tease your entrance. He slowly pushes his long thick middle finger into your hole. You bite down firmly on your lip as your back arches, driving your butt harder against his stiffening member.

“You like that baby? Mando mumbles as his grip on your throat tightens.

You nod your head, trying to make as little noise as possible, breathing heavily through your nose.

Mando’s soft plump lips wander your neck and shoulder, kissing and sucking on your tender skin. He slowly starts pumping his finger in and out of your hole, gradually pulling it all the way out before pushing it back in.

“Fuck, baby girl.” He spits as he grinds his bulge into your ass. Mando’s breathing picks up as his heavy panting in your ear lights a fire in your core.

“Y/n.” Mando breathes in your ear. “Let– let me put my cock in you.”

You nod your head as much as you can with his firm grip on your throat and his face in your neck. Mando removes his fingers from your cunt and you feel him pull out his hardened member.

“Pull your shorts down, will ya?” He whispers tugging at the hem of your pants.

You pull your pjs off your legs and Mando lines his dick up with your entrance. You feel his precum smother against your folds as he slowly begins to push his cock into your hole.

You can’t believe that Mando— your boss essentially— is fucking you. You would have never guessed that this is something Mando would do; that this stoic, no-nonsense Mandalorian would fuck you on his broken down ship just a few meters away from his associate.

You feel overly full of his cock as he finally bottoms out and it’s taking everything in you not to moan. Mando grunts and he starts thrusting into you as his hand wanders up to squeeze and knead your tits.

The two of you are deep under the covers, facing the wall with Mando spooning you. He’s holding your body flush against him as he thrusts into you.

Your mouth is wide open and you’re breathing heavily. His fingers creep up from your throat and find their way to your lips.

“Suck on my fingers.” Mando commands in your ear as he dips two digits into your mouth to silence your heavy breathing.

You do as you're told, sucking his fingers as his cock rams into you over and over again.

Mando grabs your leg and hooks his arm around it, providing him an even better angle to drive into and hitting your G-spot with each thrust.

You try your best to keep your lips sealed around his fingers as drool escapes the corners of your mouth. But your jaw falls open after one particularly hard drive.

“Mmahhhh!” You accidentally squeal out.

Mando withdraws his fingers and slaps his palm over your mouth, muffling the moans that you can barely control. “Shhhhhh, you gotta be quiet.” Mando whispers through his grunts. “....Unless you want him to hear.”

Those words send a pounding force to your pussy as he continues to ram into you with his large hand planted over your mouth.

“You want him to know I’m fucking you baby?” Mando exhales into your ear. “Want him to think you’re a slut?”

Even if his hand wasn’t covering your mouth you wouldn’t be able to respond. His other hand finds its way to your clit and you feel your entire body begin to tense.

“You’re gonna cum aren’t ya?” Mando says.

You shake your head while your toes curl up, squealing under his palm.

“Ughn. That's it. Good girl.”

Just then your orgasm rushes through your body, your cunt fluttering and pulsating on Mando’s length while your body spasms.

“Fuck. I can feel you clenching down on my cock. You’re so tight.” Mando breaths out, moving his hand up flat against your stomach.

“Shit. I’m gonna bust soon baby.”

You pull Mando’s fingers down from your lips.

“Ins-side me.” You manage to choke out.

“Yeah?” Mando says moving his hand down to your throat and gripping it tightly as his pace and force become unbelievable.

You plant your own hand over your mouth because you can tell that Mando can’t focus on quieting you anymore; and all he cares about is ramming into you as hard as possible.

Mando’s grunts and pants in your ear become louder, and he drags his mouth down to your shoulder, biting on your now sweaty skin to suppress his moans.

Mando exhales sharply and you feel his warm juices coat your insides. Mando’s grip on you loosens and you let your hand drop from your mouth as you both lie there, catching your breath.

“Fuck. Why haven’t we done this before?” Mando whispers as he pulls his softening member out of you.

“Because you’re so intimidating and unapproachable.” You quip.

“Yeah? That why you practically dragged my fingers into your cunt? Huh, little girl? Mando counters, wrapping his arm around you.

“How else was I gonna get your cock in me?” You tease.

“Aww you could have just asked me, princess. I would never turn down the opportunity to get between these pretty legs of yours.” Mando replies, rubbing his thumb up your bare thigh.

You lightly chuckle as you pull your shorts up your legs, but Mando’s hand stops you. He growls in your ear. “Keep these off.” Mando mutters, closing his eyes.

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The kid’s annoying ass doesn’t say a word the next morning while you and Mando tend to the ship.

“I wonder if he heard us last night.” You lean over and whisper to Mando, noticing how awkward and uncomfortable the guy looks.

“He definitely heard us.” Mando responds casually without looking up from his tools.

You turn your gaze to Mando. “You think?”

“Yeah. Did you not hear the bed slamming against the wall?”

“….No. It was??”

All you could hear last night was Mando’s deep sexy voice breathing and grunting in your ear. But now that you think about it, it totally makes sense. Not only is your bed really squeaky, but the head of the frame knocks against the wall almost every time you move.

“Yeah, fairly loudly.”

“Shit. Why didn’t you stop?”

Mando scoffs. “I don’t really give a fuck who’s in the room— if you ask me to fuck you, I’m gonna fuck you.” He puts down his tool and looks directly at the boy. “Besides, maybe now he’ll think twice about being a smart-ass to you, princess.”

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My Deepest Desires

Oberyn Martell x Reader

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Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: dirty talk, praise kink, slight spanking, use of sex toys, slight degradation (Oberyn calls you his filthy little whore, which is an absolute blessing in my book), cum play, TONS of butt play, anal sex. I think that’s it lol

A/N: okay y’all… this one gets dirty, straight up FILTHY, ok? My heart fucking leaped from my chest when I wrote it lmfao. If butt stuff isn’t your thing, pls move along. You have been warned.

- As always, this can be tied directly to the beauty that is the Insatiable Series

- ALSO I am SO sorry I forgot to post this yesterday lmfao)

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“O – Oberyn,” you stutter out, gasping lightly at the sudden pressure.

“Shh…” he coos, dipping his head down to nuzzle into your neck. “Just relax, little one. Let me take care of you.”

He pours more of the scented liquid over your backside, using one of his hands to spread your cheeks and allowing the oil to pour over himself, too. He’s nestled between your lovely little curves, lubing you up in preparation for what’s to come. Oberyn fists his cock, rubbing the oil up and down his length before repositioning himself at your hole. Then, he returns to you, bending over and resting his chest against your back. He kisses your ear, the hand not on his cock rising to rub your shoulder as he whispers to you.

“Are you ready, little one?”

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Promotion - (duke leto atredies x fem!reader)

A/N: holy shit this one took me forever and im so happy to be done with it lol. big shoutout to my best bud cass for forcing me to finish this mf. i needed to get all my pent up love for oscar and his beautiful beard out of my system so here ya go. sorry mom. (and cass) :’)

also idk shit about dune so im sorry if this is wildly inaccurate, im just really out here vibin and being in love with oscar’s beard dont come for me please

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: ahahaha *cracks knuckles* alright SO first off this is pwp, NSWF, 18+, mature, not for children, etc. I stg if you’re under age and read this shit im gonna slap you. so they have sex surprise surprise, holding of an orgasm, kind of a dom x sub dynamic but not really, oral sex (m giving f recieving), orgasm (both m and f), oscar isaac needs his own warning who are we kidding.

(not sure who the GIF is by but if i had to guess i would say ms. taylor over at @/damerondjarin

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The sound of your boots clacking on the heavy gray floor resounded through the towering hallways as you walked. Chewing on the meat of your lip helped to focus your racing mind. Your eyes were cast towards the dark slate of the floor and you almost missed the turn into Duke Leto’s throne room.

Pausing a moment to force your thumping heart to calm itself, you faced the great stone laden door. You blinked a few times and steadied the hands jittering at your sides. Taking a deep breath, you pushed your way through the door.

A long roll of velvet struck the room creating a divide that seemed to originate from it’s heart. A throne sat in the center of the room, it’s legs and top decorated with rare jewels from the depths of Arrakis. A chill wafted over you and as soon as your boots met the pristine velvet you knelt, honoring the man watching from his jeweled perch.

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The Monster You Know

Pairing: Monster!Max Phillips x F!Reader

Word Count/Rating: 6.3k / EXPLICIT (18+ only, bye minors)

Warnings: Monsterfucking, some angst, oral (m!receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up pls), cockwarming, some body worship, size kink and lil bit of praise kink

Summary: There's a surprise visit at your office. It doesn't go how you might think.

A/N: I said take monsterfucking and make it soft and emotional. Unbeta'd. Additional notes at the end. Again if you're tagged and this isn't your thing, no hard feelings in the slightest.

You’ve been ignoring the messages on your inter-office chat all morning. There was a kind fifteen minute reprieve before the first one chimed. You'd barely figured out just how deep of a hole you'd need to dig yourself out of with work.

Sami: The prodigal daughter has returned!!

Linsey: With details?

Curtis: 👀👀👀

They’ve been at it since then, a variety of messages and gifs all designed to poke and prod you into spilling info beyond the “I’m alive” text you sent to your group chat the past two mornings as you called out sick from work. As though you would type out the filthy details of your past 48 hours on a work computer. Did they not take the same sexual harassment course as you?

Beyond not wanting to get flagged by HR, you’re also left puzzling another very important question. It hadn’t come up between rounds of getting your back blown out (seriously, there’s a slight twinge in your lower back now) and you’re left wondering if telling other people that Max is literally a monster is something you’re even allowed to do.

Max doesn’t seem to have too many qualms, considering you’re a nearly random woman he revealed that fact to, but since the existence of honest-to-god monsters isn’t the headline of every major news source maybe it is a secret for you to keep. Either way, you’re not entirely sure how to discuss the life-altering sex you’ve been having without bringing it up. The horns and wings, and not to mention his tongue, were half of the fun.

You want to text Max and ask, but it seems like a strange thing to message out of the blue rather than having a one-on-one chat about it. Plus, if the government is tapped into your phone, it might be best to not discuss those details where someone could easily read it. No need to have Max getting kidnapped and tested on weighing heavy on your conscience.

When lunch finally rolls around they’re practically ravenous. Curtis hardly waits for the elevator to close before he asks, “So is he packing? He has to be packing, right?”

There’s a beat of silence before you all erupt into laughter. You pat Curtis on the arm and tell him, “Yeah, man. He’s big.”

“Maax,” you playfully whine. “You have to let me go.”

He has you caged in next to the doorway – his wings creating a little bubble for you both to stand in. It had been a struggle to make it this far. Max has tried every dirty tactic and now he’s busy assaulting the spot he already knows you like on your neck. Perceptive bastard.

He barely raises his lips off of you to reply. “I don’t think I have to do anything, lamb.”

You try to ignore the way he’s shifting his thigh into position between your legs. “Well if you don’t want me to be fired and then homeless, you do. Don’t you have a job you should be at too?”

You hope that turning the tables on him will help. Maybe the reminder of some of his own responsibility will be enough for him to let you go. It fails spectacularly.

“Yes,” Max replies, his large hand sliding under your shirt. “I’ve been working while you sleep.”

He doesn’t sleep. Or at least not much. You had guessed at that with Max being awake every time you reopened your eyes, but you hadn’t actually asked. There wasn’t much of a chance to discuss it anyway between the numerous sexual acts you’d taken part in, as well as the necessities of sleeping and eating. Thinking got a lot harder while your stomach growled during your fifth orgasm of the day.

“Do you work remote?” you ask. Your breath hitches when Max presses his firm thigh just a little harder into you, but you try to act otherwise unaffected. It’s a ridiculous game to be playing with him, but you need to make it out the door. Getting fired or even reprimanded by your boss is not on your preferred agenda for the day.

Max, to his credit, goes right along with your game. Of course he has the fun part while you’re forced to try and act like this isn’t exactly what you want. Not fair in the slightest. You’re already plotting ways to get him back for this. “Not all the time. Doesn’t matter when you’re the boss.”

You don’t have a good comeback for that. “Right, well. Not all of us are bosses and mine isn’t going to believe I’m still sick without going to a doctor. So unless you’re also one of those, you need to let me go.”

Max’s hand that had been slowly inching under your waistband stops. You wish that he could keep going, that you could spend another day wrapped in his big arms and wings, but it’s just not realistic. You’ve already pushed it and you really would like to keep your job. It’s not the greatest, but you have friends who work there and it pays well enough. Even grade A monster dick isn’t worth losing that. Barely.

He’s pouting when he pulls away from you. If it weren’t obvious from the look on his face, he’s even letting his wings droop, like a dog lowering its tail between its legs. One final ploy to get you to stay that very nearly works. If only you didn’t need money to live. Fucking capitalism.

“Sorry, Max. I have to go.”

You move towards the door, watching as Max transforms back into his human appearance. It’s jarring, only having seen glimpses of it over the past few days. You reach out, carding your fingers through his hair where his horns normally cover.

You open the door and leave with a wink. “Bye, handsome.”

You don’t tell them about him being a monster. Not explicitly anyway. When you first sat down at your favorite lunch place you’d had more than half a mind to, but you just couldn’t when it came down to it. Not before talking with Max. It didn’t feel right to divulge his secret, no matter how much you trusted the three people sitting with you.

You find workarounds, little hints to his true nature but nothing overtly saying, yes, he turned into a big monster man and then he fucked me silly for two days straight. The looks on their faces might have been worth that though. Oh well, you can still surprise them with that later.

“No way is that guy stronger than me,” Curtis challenges. You’d just finished telling them how long Max had held you up against the wall for and he’d called bullshit. Said there was no possible way a man could hold any woman up for that long, much less with his dick buried in her. Okay, he’d been less crass about it, but that was the gist.

You shrug. It’s not like you can say it is possible because Max isn’t just a man. “I don’t know what to tell you man, there is a reason I called out for two days,” you answer around a bite of your sandwich. That reason is currently classified, but the wall-fuck certainly factored in.

Linsey pats Curtis’ arm and you feel significantly better about the hit to your friend’s ego. If you know anything about Linsey, she’ll have him feeling like a big, tough man again in no time. Really, Curtis should be thanking you for the no-doubt wonderful evening you’ve just bestowed upon him.

You’re actively avoiding Sami’s narrowed eyes. You know he can tell there’s something more going on, but you’ve already decided against telling them just yet, and if he asks the right question you know you’ll spill.

Maybe Sami is a supernatural creature too with the way he seems to read your mind. The thought pops into your head and you just as soon dismiss it. It’s ridiculous. Just because you met one bona-fide vampire doesn’t mean everyone else around you is some sort of creature too. That’s just absurd.

“Are you going to see him again?” Linsey asks.

“God, I fucking hope so.”

God, it seems, has a funny sense of humor. You’ve spent the last hour and a half since lunch debating on whether or not you should text Max and see if he’s available this weekend when you hear his voice echoing through the office.

At first you think you’re going insane. That somehow your pussy has taken over full operation of your brain and is now making you hallucinate at work. You’re not sure if that’s something that can actually happen, but at this point you’re not willing to rule much of anything out.

You know you’re not going insane when his voice becomes louder, paired with the telling click of your boss’s stilettos and her shrill pitch.

“Oh Max, we are just so thrilled to have you here. I hope you like what you see," Rebecca chirps. You peek up from your desk just in time to see her place a hand on Max’s bicep and squeeze. To think you’d been ready to shame yourself for interpreting her turn of phrase incorrectly when it had very obviously been the way she meant it.

You’re not stupid. You don’t know what you and Max are and a couple days worth of sex does not a relationship make, but your blood boils watching his hand fall over hers, his eyes raking up her body before replying, “So far I’ve loved every inch. I can’t wait to see more, sugar.”

It’s appalling. In more ways than one. You’re not even sure which you’d like to address first – the clear lack of professional behavior, the gross smiles painted on both of their faces, or the fact that he’d been buried in you within the past twelve hours – but all of them have you seeing red.

You can feel Sami’s eyes on you. He’s already figured out what’s going on and is watching to see if his intervention will become required. You’re honestly not sure at this point.

Rebecca’s high pitched giggle is what sets you off. It’s grating to hear and if Max can honestly stand to listen to it that’s his prerogative, but that doesn’t mean the rest of you should be subjected to it. Sami stands up with you, clearly under the impression you’re about to do something stupid. It’s a fair assumption. You’ve been known to do a decent amount of dumb shit.

The moment you clear the cubicle wall, no longer just peeking over top of it, Max’s eyes find yours. He stops in his tracks and you imagine you must look akin to a raging bull – only you’re not the one with the horns in this scenario.

He looks completely human. Of course he does, he’s in a widely public setting, but for a moment you can see him like you did this morning. Shirtless, that teasing strip of hair leading from his belly button to carelessly thrown on pajama pants, his hair ruffled. A few stray longer pieces gently falling over his horns that you couldn’t help but reach out and reposition. He kept his wings out, letting one gently wrap around you, cradling your body closer to his. His eyes glimmered with the ever-shifting flecks of gold, like a star shower that was happening only in his irises. It was the moment you felt like it could be something more than a days long hook-up.

It takes your boss saying your name to make you snap out of the trance you’re in. “Do you know each other?” Rebecca asks. There’s a look on her face that’s more panicked than you’ve ever seen her. At least you know to keep your anger directed at one person and not the pair. You even feel a little bad now that she’s caught in this situation.

“I guess not,” you answer, walking past her and straight for the bathroom. You’re not sure what you’re going to do in there – you went to the bathroom just twelve minutes ago – but it seems better than remaining at your desk.

Your boss and Max continue their tour, considerably less touchy than before. When they head into her office, Curtis pops over the cubicle wall to look for you. He finds Sami and Linsey staring at him instead.

“Uh, wasn’t that-?”

Sami cuts him off. “Yep.”

Your friends are the best. That could be the alcohol talking, but you’re almost certain it’s true when you’re sober too. The role of designated driver is on a weekly rotation and it should be your turn but after the surprise office visit on Thursday, Linsey offered to take it instead. Since she’s a total angel, she didn’t even make you swap with her, just said she’d double up. You very nearly cried. You might now.

“I mean, does he have no sense of decency? He probably didn’t even wash his sheets before moving to his next conquest, it’s disgusting.” You’ve been at this for a while. It’s another credit to your friends that they have the patience to put up with you, but they get it. Your hurt feelings are well within your right.

“Don’t worry about him anymore,” Sami says. “At least you got some good sex out of him and found out he was a piece of shit early on.”

Sami has a point. Both yours and his last relationships had ended with your boyfriends revealing that they were huge tools. Yours after you discovered his texts to his buddies degrading you and being pissed about the amount of hours you were working when you were financially supporting him, and Sami when he gave his boyfriend a surprise visit only to find him balls deep in another guy. To find out early on could be a blessing. It still hurts though.

It’s nearing the end of the night, most of the Friday crowd already having called it quits. Linsey and Curtis are making doe-eyes at each other that’s making your stomach twist and you know it’s probably nearing time for you to call it too. At least they can have a nice night together. You really hope they spill the beans on their relationship soon – pretending to not know is starting to take years off your life.

Linsey and Curtis leave first. You and Sami assure them both that you’ll grab cabs or ubers and let them leave without commenting on the way Curtis’ hand dips into Linsey’s back pocket.

“Do they think we’re that dumb?” Sami asks you, watching the bar door close.

You snort over what remains of your beer. “I really don’t know, man. I’m happy for them though. Curtis has been into her since she started.”

Sami clasps a dramatic hand over his heart. “Our sweet little himbo, all grown up.”

A momentary silence stretches between the two of you. This is not the first time you’ve both ended up here, some of the last people remaining in the bar. The beauty of having a friend with the same shit luck in relationships and a matching coping mechanism.

“I am sorry. You seemed really excited about him at lunch yesterday,” Sami says.

Ah. So you’ve hit that point in the night. The emotional one instead of the bitch about your problems in the hopes they go away one.

“I was,” you admit. It sucks to say out loud but it’s true. To make it even worse, the whole kink fulfillment wasn’t even the reason why. You liked Max. He made terrible lewd jokes, had a far too cocky attitude for how soft he was, and had actually laughed at you when you requested an ice pack for your poor overworked vagina, but you liked him.

Of course he had to be an asshole.

"If it makes you feel any better, you did manage to make Rebecca look like she was going to shit herself," Sami offers.

You can't help but smile. The look on your typically unshakable boss's face had been a treat. "Who knew that even she respects girl code."

Sami, ever the saint, covers your bar tab. He tells you he expects the same the next time he has boy troubles and you hope for both your wallet and your friend's happiness that day never comes.

You're still fairly tipsy when you climb into your uber, waving bye to Sami as he continues to wait for his. Alone with your thoughts, you're helpless as they drift to Max.

You feel like an idiot for thinking there was something more between you. It was obvious now that Max had used you for his own pleasure and when you decided you actually needed to return to your own life, you became unimportant in his. Probably just another notch in a bedpost that's likely been whittled to a toothpick.

Your driver is unfortunately chatty. Some young college kid doing this job to try and make ends meet and doesn't know when to keep quiet. He probably still has the romantic idea in his head that he might be some soothsayer for a downtrodden rider. Somehow he doesn't know that role is only for old men with grizzled beards or weird hippie women.

"What has you so down?" The kid asks.

You want to roll your eyes, potentially tell him to fuck off. Emotions and alcohol get the best of you.

"Found out a guy I slept with didn't feel the same way," you answer.

"How do you know?"

You expected sympathy, not a question like that. It's a little intrusive, but you like his gumption. "He came into my office and was all over my boss."

"Yikes, dude! That blows." Yeah, certainly not a secret paragon of worldwise advice.

You huff. "Tell me about it."

"Man, if I were you I'd be over there chewing him out. Blowing you off is one thing but to go for your boss? Low blow," he says, making a shockingly slow right turn.

"To be fair he didn't know it was my boss," you pause. "That might be worse."

He lets out a low whistle. "Like I said, I'd be tearing that guy a new one."

You consider it for a moment. Realistically, you and Max owe each other nothing. You had a few days of mind-blowing sex with no set plans to see each other again and that was it. He could move on whenever and however he saw fit. Something still burns in your gut though. An anger you know you’ll carry unless you get some answers. Fuck it.

“Could you actually take me to this address?” you ask, holding out your phone for the kid to read.

“Oh hell yeah, lady! Let’s get you some justice!”

On the list of intelligent decisions you’ve made in your life, listening to a college aged uber driver is not high. It is certainly higher than the time you decided to eat an entire funnel cake and then ride the Twister (you were 22 at the time) and higher than the time you tried to work a twelve hour shift on two hours of sleep while sick and hopped up on flu medicine (look, 22 wasn’t a good age for you) – but still, on your list of smart choices, this is not going to be in the top ten any time soon.

You give your driver a 5-star rating and a high five when you get out of the car before marching up to the apartment building’s door. There’s an immediate roadblock. The buzzer.

You blame adrenaline and the remaining effects of booze for you failing to remember this key hurdle. It’s not like you could just buzz Max to let you up. He probably wouldn’t and it would completely ruin your surprise attack.

“Fuck,” you mutter, weighing your options. Your uber has already taken off and you’ve come this far. You need to see it through.

You press one of his neighbor’s buttons. They don’t respond. You try another. Again no reply. Third times the charm? Nope. You try the first one again. Nothing.

You take a deep breath in, trying to calm yourself before you lose it entirely. This always works in movies, why isn’t this working? You try the first one a third time.

This time, a very annoyed voice comes through the speaker. There is a god! “What do you want?”

“Um hi, yeah I need someone to buzz me in.”

“Why?”

Okay, time to think of a good lie. Something to get you inside. “I need to yell at one of your neighbors.”

No! Stupid! Why would you say that? Now they’ll never let you in!

“4C?” the voice from the speaker asks. It takes you aback and you double check Max's address on your phone. 4C.

“Yeah, actually.”

“Go ahead, dude’s a dick. If you kill him though please don’t tell the cops I let you in.”

“You got it.” You don't even remember what apartment button you pressed anyway.

The door lock unlatches, allowing you entry. The stairs look daunting in your current state and you slip off your heels, risking the dirty floors to a rolled ankle.

When you get to his door, you have the thought to message someone where you're at. He didn't kill you last time, but you never know. Things could change.

You send a message to Sami.

You: At Max's. If I don't message by morning assume I'm dead.

It's a little dramatic, sure, but the point comes across when Sami replies almost instantly.

Love of my life😻: What do you mean, at Max's

You: I mean I'm outside his apartment door rn and I'm gonna yell at him

Love of my life😻: If you die I'm telling everyone at your funeral about how you thought a blow job literally meant blowing air on a dick until you were seventeen

You: Fine

It's a risk you're willing to take. If Sami tells everyone that he'll have to include how the guy actually came from that too. It was the best part of the whole story.

You shove your phone back into your purse, taking a moment to collect yourself before pounding on the door. There's a muffled yell from the other side and the telltale sound of approaching footsteps. No turning back now.

The door swings open to reveal Max in a look you can only call Friday night in chic. He's wearing what looks to be silk pants and a large fluffy robe that you had eyed but left alone during your extended stay. You're guessing from the large strip of his chest you can spot that he's shirtless, probably to allow his wings to unfurl. His eyes are wide at your sudden appearance.

"I- you- lamb?"

You push past him, storming into the apartment. The ambiance of the room does not match your energy. It's lit in the soft yellow glow of incandescent bulbs and calming piano music you aren't refined enough to identify lilts through the air. There’s the soft scent of lavender in the air and if it weren't for the book and wine glass filled with what can only be blood, you would think he has company over. Is he wining and dining himself?

The peaceful atmosphere of the apartment throws you a bit, but you refuse to let it distract you from why you came here in the first place. You spin on your heel, turning to face Max. He still seems to be processing your presence and before he can get a word out you yell the question that’s been rattling around in your head since Thursday afternoon.

“What the fuck was that?”

The apparent randomness of your question is enough to jar him. “What was what?”

“Don’t pretend. You were all over her. Sugar? Is that your thing, do you come up with a little nickname for each new partner to make them feel special? That’s sick, you know.”

You hate the look on Max’s face. It’s one of surprise but also intrigue. As though he just had a eureka moment that he’s now going to use against you. His eyes flash gold. “Are you jealous?” he asks.

You scoff. “Jealous? You think I am jealous?”

Unbelievable. Truly. More so than his horns and wings, this turn of events is simply unbelievable. You came here to yell at him for his disgusting and perverse display in a place of business and he tries to turn it around on you.

You watch as some of Max’s features become more monstrous. His eyes shift color, ears becoming pointed once again, and those stupid, ridiculous horns make themselves known. The effect they have on you is infuriating. You’re rooted to the spot, staring at him with open disbelief, waiting for him to say something more.

Max walks towards you, and you can see his body grow larger with each step. Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you wonder why he doesn’t just keep his size at all times. He would certainly be marked as a large man, but nothing too out of the ordinary. As soon as you begin to ponder over it, you admonish yourself. You didn’t come here to wonder about his human disguise. You came here to yell and you aren’t done yet.

“You really have some nerve, you know that? And to think I had just told my friends about you too,” you shout.

Max’s smile only widens, his arm wrapping around your waist while his other hand comes up to cup your cheek. Your jaw is tiny in his palm, easily cradling it entirely while his thumb gently passes over your lips, effectively silencing you.

Your pulse is racing. You want to push him off, tell him that he can go fuck himself in a fit of righteous glory, and strut back out into the night. Instead your breath shudders, letting Max take his time looking at you before he speaks again.

“It’s okay to be jealous, little lamb. Did you think I would show her all of this?” he asks.

You know your eyes give you away. He managed to hit the nail on the head, a truth that you barely allowed yourself to fully process or consider. Max moving on so quickly had only been part of the pain.

What hurt even more was that you had thought yourself special, that for whatever reason, he had revealed himself to you and no one else, only for that idea to come crashing down in seconds. It was stupid and more than a little selfish, but it was true. To think there was even the smallest chance that he would easily reveal himself to Rebecca as he had to you was unbearable.

Max offers you a small pout. You want to bite his stupidly plush lower lip. "My sweet little lamb."

You don't want to give in. You want to hold your ground, yell a bit more, maybe even throw something and yet, you can't help but relax into his touch. His body pressing against yours still feels better than anyone else's ever has and you can feel your resolve slipping.

Max leans down and just before he kisses you he whispers, "There's only you."

You let your purse fall to the floor. Max's lips slot over yours like they're meant to be there, slow and careful. Your anger melts beneath him.

Max's tongue slips between your lips and the kiss grows more heated. Your hands fumble, finding the tie around his robe and pushing it from his shoulders. Once it falls Max picks you up, walking you to his bedroom while trailing gentle bites and kisses down your neck. The bruises he left earlier this week have begun to heal and he seems intent on refreshing them, leaving you marked as his.

He sets you down gently on the bedroom carpet, guiding your lips back to his. His hands slide over your body, pulling at your clothes as though he wants to take them off. For some unknown reason he’s stopping himself and you move back from the kiss. “You can take them off,” you tell him.

“Are you sure, lamb?” Max is looking deeply into your eyes, as though he’s searching for a different answer than the one you just gave.

“Yes.”

He takes his time – peppering kisses between each layer you have on. When you’re left in just your bra and panties, he lays you back against the bed, worshipping every exposed inch. He mumbles gentle words into your skin, ones that you barely catch until he’s lavishing attention along your collarbones.

“So perfect, too good for me, thought I lost you…” The last one makes you pause.

You wind your fingers into his hair, careful to avoid his horns, and gentle tug until you’re able to bring his face back up to yours. “What do you mean, thought you lost me?” you ask. You're gentle about it, trying not to seem judgemental or break the nearly reverent atmosphere.

Max looks embarrassed, like he got caught spilling a secret he didn’t mean to share. He can’t hold your eye when he answers. “I thought you were done with me. That after you left Thursday morning I’d never see you again.”

Your heart breaks a little at his tone, but even more so you’re confused. “Why would you think that?”

You sit up on the bed, cradling Max’s face in your hands. You give him time to answer, slowly tracing a finger over his defined facial features. There’s a knit in his brow, as though he’s trying to puzzle things out for himself.

“You didn’t stay and I never got to ask to see you again. You said bye.”

You’re still not sure you’re understanding. “I had to go to work, Max. You had my number, you could have called or texted.”

Max huffs, sitting up with you. The memory foam dips with his larger weight, tilting your body into his. “Most- most people don’t stick around after. I figured you’d had your fill and wanted to be done with me.”

You can see the hurt on his face. There’s no way for you to know how many people have rejected, rebuffed, or used Max over the years. Hell, you don’t even know how long Max has been alive for, but you don’t need numbers to understand pain. To know what it is to not be appreciated or even somewhat cherished.

You climb into Max’s lap, wrapping your arms around him as far as they will go and bury your head into his chest. The chill of his skin doesn’t bother you, even as his arms fall around your shoulders and wrap you in a frosty hug.

“I’m so sorry, Max.” You know your apology won’t suddenly make things right for him, but you hope that it can at least start to make it better. “I didn’t want to leave. I was already debating if it was weird to text and ask you out for tonight,” you tell him. The honesty feels strange but good, the need to build a wall between yourself and your feelings towards him gone.

You begin to press chaste kisses into his chest and push against him until he falls back against the mattress, your body draped across him. “Max, can I show you just how much I wanted to stay?”

Max nods, shifting his hips to help you as you slide his pants and boxers off. He’s only half-hard and you’re already wondering how you’re going to take him. In your days spent with him, oral was something he never pushed. You had asked at one point, wanting to reciprocate, and he’d redirected by fingering you instead. Well, we’ll figure it out as we go.

You lick a broad stripe up your palm, taking him in hand and start to slowly pump, feeling him harden under your steady ministrations. You keep your eyes on his face, watching as his head tips back into the pillows. He’s still holding onto parts of his human visage and you can’t help but wonder why. If it’s more comfortable that way, like not lying on his wings you understand, but holding the rest of it in can’t be truly relaxing.

“Max?” you say, running your free hand over his brow. “You can let go. I’ve got you.”

Max’s twitches in your hand and you watch as he appears in his full glory before you. He's breathtaking, laid out underneath you like this.

You move down his body, positioning yourself between his muscular legs. Max's eyes remain trained on you as you begin to kiss down his stomach, skipping down to his thighs. You murmur words of affection between each press of your lips.

It doesn't take long before Max is moaning beneath you, beads of precum starting to trail down his cock. When he speaks, Max's voice hits a deep pitch that travels right to your own pooling arousal. "Stop teasing me, lamb."

You move away from him, eliciting a whine that stops short when he realizes what you're doing. You take off your bra and panties, tossing them to the floor, and then swiftly turn back to Max and wrap your lips around his cock.

His hands jump to you in surprise – not forcing you further down, but instead moving your hair out of the way. You swirl your tongue around the fat head, moaning at the slightly salty taste of his precum. You're only able to take half of him before you can feel the edges of your gag reflex giving you warning.

Your hand covers what you can't otherwise fit, pumping him while bobbing your head. The noises coming from Max are sinful. He doesn't even need to breathe and yet his voice is catching, making you wonder when the last time anyone did this for him was.

You can't help yourself. Watching Max fall apart beneath you, knowing that you're the one making him feel this good is getting you worked up. You slip your hand down, gathering some of your own arousal before circling your clit.

Max's eyes widen when he realizes what you're doing and his hips buck, making you gag. You pull off to catch your breath, a line of spit still connecting your lips to his cock. When you go to wrap your lips around him again he stops you, a single finger under your chin.

"Won't be able to last, babe."

You can't help but smile at the compliment. Max's eyes are half lidded, a dopey look on his face that allows his fangs to peek through.

"Come here," he rumbles.

His hands are already inching down towards you as you climb over top of him but you bat them away. You're plenty aroused and you don't want to wait – feeling the stretch of him will be worth it.

You position him at your entrance, taking your time as you sink down onto him. You brace yourself on Max's chest, fingertips digging into his pecs. Max doesn't seem you care, his own hands firmly holding onto your waist.

Once you're finally able to take every inch you pause, taking a moment to feel him inside of you. You lean down, pressing more kisses and praise into him before starting to roll your hips.

"F-fuck, Max. You're so b-big. Handsome."

You push your hand behind Max's head, angling it so that your foreheads press together as you increase your speed. His irises are swirling, reminding you of when glitter is spun in a glass.

Max shifts slightly, somehow pushing deeper into you. You're certain you're leaving indents in his chest from how tightly your fingers flex, but Max only groans with pleasure beneath you.

"Close," you moan, your hips losing their rhythm.

Your vision flashes white, little stars appearing, your legs shaking as you clench down around Max. You can feel that he's close too, and in a haze you pull his head closer, placing soft kisses over every inch of his horns.

The combined sensations of you fluttering around his cock and lavishing attention on his horns is too much for Max to handle. He hardly warns you, not that you have the presence of mind to care, before cumming deep inside of you.

Neither one of you attempts to move. You flop your head down onto Max's chest, mindlessly stroking his bicep. Max's hand is running along your spine, making a chill run through you. He chuckles when your body twitches from it.

You look up towards him and smile. "Do you believe that I want you now?"

He kisses the top of your head. "I believe you, lamb. Give me a few minutes and I'll show you how much I want you."

There's a knock at the door. You're surprised, considering you hung up with the pizza place only 5 minutes ago, but you shrug and go to answer it anyway. You double check the knot on the robe – Max's fluffy one, now yours, before opening the door.

The knocks increase in urgency and you open the door just as the person's fist comes down again.

"Ow, shit!" you yell, holding your head where you were just inadvertently punched.

Max is next to you before you can even look up at your attacker. "Who the fuck are you?"

A familiar voice answers him. "I'm here to make sure my best friend isn't dead, asshole."

The pain is already subsiding and you look to see Sami standing in front of you, looking pissed. Right. The text you were supposed to send. Oops.

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Carbonite Cyar’ika {Mando x F!Reader x Poe Dameron}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 12.9k

Warnings: Canon typical violence, sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral (male and female receiving), threesomes, fingering, blindfolds, anal sex (mlm action)

Comments: Your luck and Mando’s runs out. Frozen in carbonite, you are unfrozen to find yourself in the midst of the Resistance. Needed to help destroy a weapon the First Order is creating, both you and your riduur find yourselves attracted one particular hot shot - Poe Dameron. Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

A/N: So this was the most plausible way to make a Mando/Poe fic and @storiesofthefandomlovers and I had so much fun with it!

You had never really thought about carbonite and how the bounties felt when they were frozen in the machine that was located in the cargo bay of the Crest. It was a means to an end for you and Din. A way to store them without having to listen to them whine or complain. Without having to worry about them escaping or needing to feed them while you transported them back to Nevarro.

But when rough hands start pushing you towards the machine, you struggle. “No! Mando!” You cry, struggling against the cuffs that you have snapped around your wrists and digging your heels into the smooth stone of the floors, scrubbing and scraping as you try to fight the slow march to the freezer.

Mando struggles, trying to fight and get out of the cuffs but there are too many of them. “I’m sorry cyar’ika” He says as he watches them shove you into the chamber.

“I love you” You tell him as you are shackled into the chamber.

“I love you” He calls out as they slam their hand on the button to freeze you. He had tried to fight, he had tried to save you but he failed. He feels defeated for the first time in his life. You cry out as you are frozen and Mando wants to fall to his knees but the gang keeps him in their grip. They shove him forward and shackle him into the chamber after removing you. Mando slumps against the chamber, unable to fight anymore. He’s given up. As the steam washes over him, he closes his eyes. He has lost. He is lost.

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hi everyone talks about dom!din but have you considered... this man cried taking his mask of for his son, he’s so goddamn touch starved.... bottom/sub!din?

I would like to preface this by saying: Yes. I have thought about it. I had some thoughts of a sub!Din fic that would be the third in my series of The Reason and Goodbye. I just haven’t written it yet. So if you’re patient... there may be something you enjoy soon.

However, if you were looking for me to just chat about it... I can do that too XD

It would take a long time for him to be comfortable handing over control. He’d be fine in charge, and even in a neutral ground, but to have someone take charge of him and turn him into a mess? Yeah, that takes a lot of trust. Even the first time he lets you (probably asks you to, even if in not so many words,) he probably wants to keep the helmet on. Even if you’ve seen him without it before, it’s just too much vulnerability at once.

It’s tricky for you because you can’t see his eyes, see how he’s feeling. You can’t hear a gasp or a groan and look to him to see if it’s pleasure or pain. It takes a lot of verbal communication, and you make him promise over and over that he will safe word if he needs to, and not to just push through like you have a feeling he’d likely do. Hearing him beg and plead through the vocoder of the helmet is so strange. It sounds like even the mechanics of the helmet are trying to shield you from hearing him wanting. It’s like everything about him was made to keep that side shut-off.

The first time he takes the helmet off thought. Oh. My. God. Hearing the hitches in his voice when you stop stroking him and hold the base of his cock tightly as it twitches in your hand, begging for release. Seeing the tears of frustration roll down his cheeks when you edge him again and again. The way he bites his bottom lip nearly raw as you ride him, telling him he isn’t allowed to cum until you do. Begging “please, ple-ease let me touch y-ou” in a broken voice, but keeping his hands above his head like you’d ordered.

You swear, the moan he lets out when you finally let him grip your hips, you’d almost thought he’d cum right there. But he’s still hard and throbbing inside you. You slow your pace when he starts breathing too hard, trying to keep him away from that edge. He tries to buck up into you, but you grip his jaw and make him lock eyes with you as you promise you’ll get off of him and finish yourself without him if he doesn’t listen. He whimpers, nearly cries at the thought, and struggles to stay still. You can feel it in the way his hands grip you, the way his thighs are trembling. You reward him with a “that’s my good boy” and a soft, sensual kiss.

By the time you cum around him, his teeth are clenched, his neck is bared, all you can see are the whites of his eyes. The first clench of your muscles around him and he can’t hold on anymore. The sound he lets out makes it sound like he’s been stabbed, a loud cry that nearly sounds like pain. You feel him cum so hard inside of you after being edged so long.

You caress him gently as he comes back to himself, trying to help ground him, not pushing him out of his haze too much. You pepper him with kisses, paying special attention to the tear stains on his face, to his bruised bottom lip, the crescent marks in his palms from his nails digging into his flesh. You praise him, tell him he’s so good to you, how much you love him. You nestle him up with the softest blankets you can find on the ship, making him feel so warm and so loved. He nearly starts crying again, burying his face in your neck. You hum a song to him and stroke his hair as he falls asleep.

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💜 - Davey

🔥 - enemies to lovers

💅🏼 👼🏼 - Dom! & a praise kink bc I’m an indecisive whore

(Ps make it smuttyyyyy)

Congrats on 500 followers P! You deserve the world 💕

nonnie are you trying to get me in trouble with daddy???

@suburban-murderdaddy pls don't punish me too hard bc i am trying to be nice to this anon and as you'll see in the fic you agreed to let me be in charge for 1 day.

500 follower celebration (LAST DAY TO SEND IN REQUESTS)

Warnings: dom!fem reader, established dom sub relationship, edging, phone sex, praise kink, unprotected piv

AN: Enemies to lovers in the fact that Dave hates not being Dom. DAVE IN A PURPLE SUIT. Lowkey i was scared to write for dave esp sub dave so let me know if you liked this.

Davey and terrible horrible no good very bad day

Here's how Dave liked things to work. He told you what to wear. He controlled your schedule. He controlled your pleasure. You never seemed to have a problem until recently. He blamed it on a new promotion you got at work. The power went to your little head. He only agreed to this stupid experiment you proposed because it would finally put any and all of your bratty attitude to rest.

"You want to be a big girl? Fine. I'll give you one day."

"Really? Like... I can boss you around?"

Dave grit his teeth. "Yes, Bunny."

"And you won't punish me for anything I do?"

Dave nodded. "Just for the day."

"Yay! Thank you, Daddy." You clapped your hands together an evil look on your face. Dave couldn't help but smile at your excitement. He knew how incredible it felt to have someone at your whim. He knew you'd love the feeling as well, just as long as you didn't love it as much as you loved him.

"It's your day tomorrow." Dave sighed, leaning back against the couch. "But tonight you're still mine, bunny. You've got some sucking up to do since I'm giving you what you want."

"Okay, daddy!" You cheered, slipping back into little mode, looking forward to tomorrow.

After you both were satiated, Dave filled out a checklist similar to the one he made you fill out at the start of your relationship. Things he liked, things he didn't like. No spanking. Yes restraints. The list went on and on. The agreed safe word was the same one you used.

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Dave was shaken awake at midnight to you staring over him. Your excited eyes shone through the dark like a kid on Christmas.

"I hope you're ready Davey, because I'm in charge now."

He glared, already hating the little name.

"Go back to sleep, Davey." You chuckled at his grumpy look. "It's a big day for you tomorrow."

He tried to pull you back into his arms but you wriggled out of them. He rolled his eyes turning his back to you. You happily hugged him from behind.

"What are you doing, bunny?"

"I'm the big spoon today."

"Whatever you say..." He snorted, drifting back off to sleep.

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Dave woke up the next morning and you were already gone. You had left a note in the closet

Morning Davey. Wear this suit today I bought it special for you. No touching yourself or you will be very very sorry :) I'll come and see you later today.

Dave clenched his jaw already regretting his decision. You had picked out a purple suit. Dave never wore colored suits. He thought they looked cheap. He debated straight up ignoring your orders but he already pictured your sad let down face. He didn't want that. He sighed, pulling it off the hanger. At least it wasn't pink.

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Dave was on edge for the rest of the day. He managed to get into work without people pointing out the purple suit. He felt like Willy Wonka.

"Fuck this..."

He was swamped with mission reports he had to sign. Incompetent idiots had left mistakes all over the place. Times like these he would sneak down a floor below into your office and you would suck his tension from him. However, today of all days he didn't want to give you the satisfaction.

The phone rang.

"What?" He snapped.

"Ouch. Why such an angry voice today, Davey?" You chuckled.

"Work blows." He explained, tossing his pen on the desk.

"Mmm and you didn't come to me. Pity." Your voice was coated in fake hurt that made Dave's blood boil. He would never let such things slide if he were in charge.

"I thought it wasn't allowed." He sneered trying to gain an upper hand.

"I only said you couldn't touch yourself. I can touch you as much as you want."

"Then get up here."

"No 'please'?"

"I don't say please." Dave reminded you sharply.

"That's a shame." Your voice hardened into ice. Dave almost regretted his tone. There was a little bit of sadism in your voice that made his pulse quicken. "Good boys say 'please' and only good boys get to cum." With that you hung up.

Dave slammed the phone back down into the holder. He hated this. He hated how his cock twitched at your harsh tone. He hated feeling like he was on your bad side. It left him insecure and needy. You weren't going for the same submission he got from you. You were after... something more devastating.

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"Fine, bunny." Dave grimaced as the words left his mouth. He had been hard since you hung up and he had given up trying to distract himself. "Please can you come and see me?" He tried not to sound sarcastic.

"I love to hear those words from you Davey, but I'm going into a meeting. I will come up when I'm done with my meeting."

"What the fuck?" He couldn't hide his frustration.

"No touching yourself until I'm done. I'll know if you've been bad."

"But- I was-" Dave clenched his fist. "I was being good." He felt so pathetic saying it.

"I know." Your voice softened, almost to what he was used to and he wanted to lean into that sound. "You want a little relief? Take your cock out."

Dave exhaled gratefully, doing just as you asked.

"Touch yourself nice and slow. Like I would if I were there."

Dave obeyed using a light touch and only his fingertips, mimiking your small hands.

"How is that, Davey?"

"Good." He grunted trying to keep his hips shielded under his desk.

"I'm going to go into my meeting now. Keep touching yourself but don't you dare cum. If you can be good for the whole meeting then I'lll come up and reward you."

He groaned in frustration as he heard you stand up and open a door. You must have your bluetooth in.

"Keep touching that pretty cock, Davey." You whispered, sitting down in the conference room.

"Fuck..." He hissed, starting the motions up again. He heard you chatting with the other lady in the meeting, updating on your project and talking about new hires. It was all muffled as his blood whooshed in his ears. He was getting so close. His breathing picked up, a tell tale sign.

"Not yet." You said all of a sudden making Dave freeze in his chair. His orgasm pulled back from the edge.

The lady in the meeting with you hadn't even heard you. She continued yapping away.

"Keep going. Don't cum." You said lowly, your whispered voice tickling Dave's ear.

He debated. His cock was straining in his hands. The lightest of touches could send him over. He took some deep breaths, watching people outside his office working like nothing was going on.

"Are you listening?" You got his attention.

"Yes." He growled, lightly stroking his cock again. "Fuck- why should I even try- you're not paying attention to me. I could cum right now and you couldn't' do anything about it." He could still hear your meeting partner jabbering away.

"Jeanette thanks so much for the update." You addressed the woman in the room with you. "Just send the rest via email. I'm not feeling great."

"Oh sure thing." He heard the woman say.

"What's wrong bunny? Are you feeling needy for Daddy?" Dave teased, picking up his pace. He wanted to cum. He was tired of waiting. Tired of this game.

"You're being very naughty, Davey. You think I won't punish you for what you do? You think I won't tie you up for hours until you're begging? Maybe I should come up there and see if there's another little agent who wants to be a good boy for me."

"You wouldn't." Dave hesitated, cock twitching at the thought of being tied up.

"The choice is yours, Davey."

"Hurry up then." Dave relented, knowing that cumming with you would be much better than being alone. He knew you would never cheat but he hated the thought of anyone having you.

"I'm in the elevator." You said. "Keep touching yourself. I want you ready for me."

"I am." Dave grit his teeth.

"I know your body better than you. I know you can go further." You insisted. He heard the elevator doors shut.

"I can't." Dave tightened his jaw. You could almost hear his teeth grinding through the phone. You were dripping. The power was intoxicating. You knew he would resist your dominance. He was fighting his nature as much as he was fighting you. You had every contingency planned but it was so beautiful to see it play out.

"Davey..." You called in a sing song voice. "Come on... just a little more for me." You softened you voice hearing his breathing go shallow. Then his breath hitches. You know he's touching himself. "Good boy."

"Fuck-" He groans at your words. He could feel himself starting to drift, slipping into the mindset you so want him in.

"Look up, Davey." And he did. You were strolling out of the elevators. He hadn't seen what you looked like today and his jaw dropped. You were in a black power suit like something off a runway, with lace underneath. He would never never let you out of the house wearing something like that. It was for his eyes only. As you walked by everyone in the department stopped and stared but you only had eyes for him. Dave felt himself warm at that realization. Feeling a little more pride.

"You look gorgeous, Davey. I think I picked a good color for you." You smirked strolling around his desk to see his weeping dick. "Oh Davey..."

He looked down. Oh shit. Oh shit. He had cum. Seeing you stalk over from the elevators must have pushed him over the edge.

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The restraints were tight. Fuck he didn't even know where you learned knots like this. He couldn't see anything through the blindfold. The same one he used on you and now he knew how well it worked. His cock was throbbing against his bare thigh aching for the slightest bit of attention. Even a breeze would make him cum at this point. You had been coming in and out, stroking him until he was crying out before withdrawing your hand.

The first two times he had resisted, pulling against the restraints and talking back but by the third he was too needy, too tired. He missed you.

"Let me cum" He begged.

"No, Davey. You decided to cum without me. I have no choice but to punish you. You understand?"

"I couldn't help it." He whined. "You looked so sexy and I just-I was trying-" You had paused, listening. Dave licked his lips. "I was trying to be good. Please help me be good for you!"

"I hear you... poor thing. You were trying so hard weren't you?"

"Mmhmm." Dave nodded quickly.

"Sometimes that's the best you can do, huh?" You cooed in a patronizing voice. You truly could see how hard he was trying. He didn't cum once even though he was leaking so much precum you could have been fooled. "What's the magic word, Davey?"

"Please..."

"Please what? Tell me what you want?"

"I wanna cum!" He thrust his hips up into your still hand.

"Where do you want to cum?"

"In-inside you...your pussy. I want to make you feel good too!"

"Always so sweet." You chuckled, setting over his hips. He was so pliant. You wanted to remember this. The stark contrast to his usual self. God he was beautiful flushed and spread out like this. "No cumming until I tell you."

Dave scrunched his face up in determination as you slid down on his throbbing length. You knew you didn't have long. You were already soaking from edging him all night. You rubbed your clit quickly, getting yourself close.

"You can cum Davey. You've been so good- fuck- cum."

He let out a tortured roar as white flashed behind his eyes. He was tugging the restraints so hard he heard the metal bed frame groan.

"Holy shit- fuck!" You squealed cumming with him. You collapsed on his chest hips twitching from aftershocks.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The comedown for both of you was sharp. You spent hours in the warm bath untiil you were both prunes.

"So... how was I?"

"Fantastic." Dave sighed. "I'm sorry for being an asshole."

"No I liked the challenge." you giggled. "I would have been concerned if you just went along with it."

"You got me there eventually." He laughed, reaching for a towel.

"Yeah. That was awesome... I still like our usual but I don't know... it was fun. You think we can do it again sometime?"

Now he frowned. "I don't think so."

"But it was so fun."

"Once a year"

"Once a month." You countered.

"Twice a year."

"Alright." You settled, happy you got even a bit of a compromise.

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