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Italy Joe taking over my head, though. For the past few days.

warnings: established relationship, p in v sex, rpf in general??? as the banner suggests, smut smutty smut with some fluff. outdoor / balcony sex. fem reader.

You and Joe having a little summer holiday in Italy, he's the expert. And he's excited taking you to all his favorite spots, experiencing Italy through your eyes. Indulging in the food, the wine, obsessed with your summer dresses. The swimsuits you wear to the beaches, and yes, plural, he wants you to see every one. Connecting with his friends there and introducing you to them, getting to see another side of him.

Spending the whole day at a party with his friends, hands not able to leave each other, cuddling together despite the haze of the summer heat. Stealing kisses here and there, on lips, cheeks, necks. You're both so disgustingly cute that his friends can hardly stand the two of you and often try and pull you both away so that Joe can have some time with them, which he pouts about, a lot. But, sooner or later, he finds you again. You could be talking to someone, in the middle of conversation, and his hands finds your waist and he pulls you toward him as you let a squeal of a laugh. His lips on your neck, humming deep, grinning away as you tilt your head back and his lips find yours again.

The cycle repeats until it gets dark, his friends have given up at this point, so he has you in his arms, the air a bit cooler but still warm. You feel the warmth of his skin against you, his shirt open, his fingers trailing over the bare flesh of your stomach. Your sides. Your hips. Fingers trailing toward your chest, your breasts—

Until you smack his hands with a chuckle, his own joining in, "Stop it, behave yourself, I don't need your friends to see you feeling me up."

He snorted, "Oh, why not? They've given up on me by now, can't help it." Kissing along your jaw, "They want me happy and I'm happy with you."

"Still.... Stop it..." Though you're not sounding very convincing, smiling as he scrunches his nose at you, "God, come here..." Kissing the tip of his nose and you swear his eyes grow warm as he looks down at you. "It's uh... It's very beautiful, your Italy. I'm enjoying it a lot. Thank you for bringing me to it."

His brows rose and he gave a nod, "Yeah, yeah, I... I really love it here, y'know? London's great, but.... Just... Something about this place, it... You just feel a bit more free, y'know? Like... you can breathe. Just... Relax. I definitely need that sometimes, though, I do feel a bit of that with you. So..." He grinned, kissing the top of your head with a hum, "Thought it felt right... Taking you to the place that makes me feel like that... With the person that makes me feel the same way..."

Despite the heat, your arms wrap around him, burying your face into the warmth of his chest, his cologne hitting your senses, making you melt inside and out just for him. "I do like the version of you that comes out when we're here..." He hummed in agreement. "More relaxed, more... You." Lifting your head up, your smile wide, "And I like you a lot."

"Do you?" You nodded, which made his own smile widen. "Oh.. Good. I think that's good... Because... While you are not the first I've brought here, or, spent a good while with... I won't patronize you and say I regret that time, but... I... I really love you being here..." He let out a breath, a soft laugh tinged with it. "Fuck. I just... I like you a lot, too."

The heat plagues you both when you get back to the room of the place you're staying at. No AC. A mistake on both your parts because he wanted the authenticity of your stay. But you have a balcony, as you point out as he slips your shorts down and a trail of clothes follow towards it. Facing the night sky, him right behind you.

It was your idea, something he rather loved, driving his cock inside you over and over. Drawing out the most beautifully lewd sounds out of you. His one had at your wrist, the other around your throat. Squeezing at the sides, making your moans more desperate, almost as desperate as his own. When you started to back against him, fucking yourself on his cock... He throbbed, biting his teeth at your shoulder, both of you moving faster and faster. Dripping for him. Leaking for you. The sound of your cunt coating his cock driving the both of you crazy, your hand gripping the edge of the balcony, your cries louder and louder into the air and neither of you caring if someone could hear... Wanting them to hear.

He came first, crying out with a trembling curse past his lips. Cumming inside you, thick ropes of it filling you up and so much. Triggering your own orgasm to hit, his name flying past your lips with a sob. He held onto you tightly, his fingers coming to your clit and rubbing quick, unforgiving circles as you clenched around his cock, ushering more of him to spill inside you. He could feel you shake, you knees felt weak, waves of the after shocks of pleasure ravaging through you.

"You did good," his words, slurred softly, breathing out as he kissed up the curve of your neck and to your cheek. "Did so fucking good..." He kissed away the breathless laugh from your lips, slowly pulling out of you, his cum a small little river trickling down your thighs. It certainly felt like that to you. Still, he turned you around and kissed you, deep, his hands cradling your face, fingers into your hair from the sides, smiling as naked feed padded their way into the room, collapsing into the bed with you on top of him, kissing each other's lips still.

He'll tell you he felt bad about cumming first, that the only proper fuck was having you do the honors and him getting you there.

You telling him it doesn't matter, you got there in the end, but he refuses to be forgiven for such a travesty.

With a wicked grin and eyes to match, he makes a promise to make up for it, for, in his words, as long as it takes.

[hotjaneaustenmenpoll]

WHO IS THE HOTTEST JANE AUSTEN MAN ? THE FINAL

Propaganda...

Captain Wentworth (1995):

Ciaran Hinds has that perfect ruggedness yet friendliness to his face that makes him the perfect charming Wentworth. And all of the longing that he manages to convey in his eyes is so hot.

Wentworth may be angry/resentful with Anne but in general he is charming and the best friend you could ever have. Ciaran gets the pleasant parts of his character and brings them out, while keeping a guarded coolness (protective camouflage) with Anne.

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I dunno if this counts as propaganda or not, but Ciaran Hinds has a face that looks like it was jackhammered out of a shale cliff.

If a line like 'I am half agony...half hope' comes out of a face like that you know that man has a soul for poetry.

I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice, indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating, in

F. W.

I must go, uncertain of my fate; but I shall return hither, or follow your party, as soon as possible. A word, a look, will be enough to decide whether I enter your father's house this evening or never.  

This is propaganda for the next round because I need my boy to be a finalist! But this letter is all the persuasion I need to know that he is a winner

Ciarán Hinds in this is a whole other level of "a good man" He makes Anne's decision at the end so much more perfect.

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The yearning the yearning - JLM gives a great look but Captain Wentworth is the king of longing stares. He's trying sooo hard to hate her sooo hard to get over her - 8 years and he thinks he's ready to face her and move on but no he has to notice she's exhausted on the walk, that her nephew is being overwhelming, that she should be dancing and not just playing the piano for everyone else. And even though he's jealous later on when Mr Elliott gives her an "admiring look" in lime he's pleased for her because he knows she deserves to be admired and cherished even if he's angry that he wasn't able to be the one she let admire and cherish her. I just this man - he loves Anne so much and it's so so hot.

Propaganda for Captain Wentworth.

I've always loved Persuasion and so I was voting for him in his polls anyway, but I had never seen the 1995 adaptation. So because of this blog I decided to check it out.

Well. Now I'm obsessed. I came into this tournament fully expecting to vote Firth Darcy to victory. Ciaran Hinds suddenly showed up and sparta kicked him to curb. His every look, every gesture is laden with longing. He's so tender with Anne but then the barely restrained rage in his voice when he speaks to Lady Russell. He's rugged and manly yet tender and considerate.

I BURN, I PINE, I PERISH

If you're wondering why you should vote for Wentworth 95 in the @hotjaneaustenmenpoll, it's because he's got something hot for everyone.

Do you think it's hot when a man dresses up fancy? He looks very dapper in his uniform! Or do you find it more sexy when a man is more casual, a little mussed up, maybe even a little grimy? He does that perfectly too!

Do you find men hot when they're being tender and restrained? Or do you find men hot when they're losing control a bit, maybe getting a bit passionate with anger or jealousy?

Do you like a refined man of culture? Or a rugged outdoorsman?

A warm smile? Or something more broody?

Someone who's the life of the party, boisterous, laughing, charming? Or the strong silent type, serious, calm, mysterious?

Hinds's Wentworth does all of these sexy things brilliantly! You cannot lose with him, he's got it all!

II ranked Wentworth as the #1 Austen man in terms of fuckability, and I stand behind that when it comes to Wentworth 95 versus Knightley 09.

Is Wentworth 95 angry sometimes? Yeah. But that's hot, at least coming from Ciaran Hinds' ruggedly handsome face. Have you heard of makeup sex? Tell me Wentworth 95 and Anne don't have the most scorching hot angry makeup sex imaginable 🥵

And yet Wentworth 95 is also super tender! The slow, gentle, worshipful way he kisses Anne at the end?? So beautiful and hot. The longing way he looks at Anne in silence. The way he is so solicitous of Anne's comfort to put her on the carriage with his sister! You can just tell he's gonna take the time to worship his wife in bed.

And let's not forget that he writes the most romantic letter ever written! The depth of passion in this man, my god! 🔥💕🔥

This is not a who is the better man contest, or who is the more faithful to the book, or who would you most want to marry. This is a hotness contest, and Wentworth 95 is so fucking hot.

Mr Darcy (1995):

Colin Firth (1995) is book Darcy brought to life. He uses tiny gestures and looks to communicate with us and Elizabeth… his struggle is so subtle but so palpable. A beautiful asshole with a creamy nougat center. Just perfect.

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Those heart-eyes right up above☝️? Hot!

Passive-agressively drinking tea? Hot!

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The way he rushes over to see Elizabeth at Pemberley on those delicious long legs of his with that slutty wet curl hanging over his forehead? Hot!

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Fencing? Hot!

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The way he is so concerned about Elizabeth crying and takes her hand even though he shouldn't? Hot!

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This dimple-y smile of pure joy because he knows he's married to Elizabeth freaking Bennet? Hot!

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Colin Firth Darcy is simultaneously immaculately put together and entirely falling apart internally. The wet shirt scene is so iconic not (only) because ‘oooh almost-shirtless sexy man’, but because it’s a metaphor for how he’s absolutely falling apart!!! This is a private moment, when he doesn’t think anyone can see him. And then he bumps. into. Lizzie. At his house!! And the entire sequence that follows with him rushing out still doing his jacket up to catch her before he leaves. They are both on the back foot and it’s THAT moment of confusion that opens a more honest dialogue between them.

Without Firth in a lake you wouldn’t get Macfadyen in a downpour!

There's a reason why Colin Firth is forever known as Mr. Darcy above all other roles he's had and will have! Even ignoring the wet white shirt, which has become A Thing now, he is so hot with his curly hair and his little half smiles and his intense looks of longing and his legs that go on for milessss.

This cannot be real. My fellow Jane Austen people. Without Colin Firth’s Darcy we wouldn’t have 90% of modern JA content. He opened a door and there was no turning back for modern culture. There would be no MacFadyen standing half undressed in a field at dawn without Firth jumping into a lake first. There would be no hand flex if there hadn’t been Firth doing his best impression of a man undressing Elizabeth Bennet with his eyes and hating himself for liking it. There would be no Bridgerton without Bridget Jones. Let’s face it people. We wouldn’t be here having these arguments if Colin Firth had not been Mr Darcy.

Colin Firth understood Mr. Darcy in a way no other actor ever has. He is awkward as fuck in a way that comes across as snooty and judgmental on a first watch-through, then can be read as awkward and longing on a second time. His performance had such depth while looking extremely shallow at first glance. This man WAS Mr. Darcy. (I love 2005, as well, and I love Matthew McFayden, but he was awkward for awkward sake.) Colin Firth made Darcy's awkward look snooty and aloof.

THE socially awkward Darcy is the 1995 Darcy - look at him coming and sitting in awkward silence with Elizabeth pointedly asking her if she wants to live a long way from her family (to obvious relief) and then abruptly leaving - vote for him please 😭😭😭😭

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Colin Firth served so much as Darcy that when they did Bridget Jone's diary, they brought him back.... AS DARCY. The smoulder. The angst. The man is the quintessential Darcy.

“Firthing” is an actual term that is used now to describe someone yearning intensely. It is named after Colin Firth’s Mr Darcy performance.

Colin Firth all the way. He's known in our household as Owl Eyes because in every frame he's mooning over Elizabeth Bennet. Unsurpassable, unmatched, golden television (and some of the worst dancing you've ever seen).

Colin has beautiful, touchable curls.

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My high school English teacher was very into using movies to teach alongside literature, which was a great teaching tool. When we read Pride and Prejudice, he used both 2005 and 1995 for various scenes. What stands out to me all these years later was when it got to the part when Lizzy went to help Georgiana after Caroline dropped Mr. Wickham's name and Darcy gives Lizzy this look:

My teacher stopped the film and pointed at Darcy's face and said, "See that? That is THE look. If someone ever looks at you like that, you know they're in love." And what is hotter than that?

Also this teacher had two cats named Lizzy and Darcy. Not relevant to the poll but I wanted you all to know about them.

Colin Firth dazzles and amazes in the nuanced performance that just blows all other attempts away.

The best thing about the Colin Firth wet shirt scene is actually the scene that follows where him and Lizzie are both just dyinggg of embarrassment but Darcy pulls himself together refuses to lose his advantage and runs to get dressed and chase her down before she leaves - just the mix of cringe and hopefulness at seeing her again is so well done and so attractive!!! (this is just the bit where he's running after her but I love it all!)

[roanniom]

About this post, he would like know all the little known tricks too, like he’d pick up guy and girl-targeted magazines in order to gain as much knowledge as possible. The man is a nerd, he’d absolutely read up on giving a girl head. He knows the ‘come hither’ motion, he knows how to pay attention to the clit, he knows about pacing, and you bet he knows about the ‘seven pleasure points of women’ from Friends.

Critical Hit

Virgin!Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, fingering

I’m just imagining Eddie Munson looking at you naked for the first time and just freezing. You think it’s cute and so you’re all gentle and sweet and encouraging and you just lay back and let him explore you.

But within 0.5 seconds he’s got his fingers in your pussy and his mouth on your tits and he’s sucking and thrusting and rubbing and you are writhing beneath all the attention.

“I thought you didn’t know what you’re doing!” you accuse with a yelp, eyes rolling back in your head.

He pulls off your breast with a pop and looks at you with a furrowed brow and wet, pouting lips.

“I have no idea what I’m doing!” he insists anxiously. But his fingers keep fucking you and your legs try to close in on his hand, back arching off the bed.

“What the fuck, Munson! Are you hustling me? I’m - mmm - it’s been like five minutes and I’m already - fuck!”

He perks up at that, using the hand not inside you to pet at your clit. The pressure is irregular but somehow exactly what you need??

“You’re already what?” he asks. Incredulous and eager and way too much like a puppy. “Do you mean you’re gonna cum?”

“Fuuuck…” you whine, dragging a pillow over and covering your face with it, really in order to bite into it. You feel embarrassed about being so easy for him, and for assuming he’d be some lost teenager when it came to your body. Virgin or not, Eddie Munson was playing you like one of his guitars and you were about to snap.

“No no don’t hide! That’s not fucking fair,” Eddie all but whines like a petulant child, tugging at the pillow till you let go of it weakly. His eyes blow wide and his fingers pick up the pace on your sopping wet, clenching pussy. “Are you…are you drooling? Cuz of me?”

You swipe at the errant spit left at the corner of your mouth from biting the pillow and frown.

“Shut up.”

“That’s fucking hot, Princess,” Eddie says with reverent awe. “You’re so fucking hot.”

You go to respond but can’t because he switches the direction of the swirl on your clit and suddenly you’re coming with a soundless moan that has you gasping open mouthed. Eddie waits patiently through your convulsions, staring at you wide eyed till you drop, spent, back into the sheets. Only then does he punch the air with his fist.

“That seemed like a critical hit of an orgasm if I do say so myself.”

“A critical…wha?” you pant, still not fully back to yourself yet. Left fuzzy and dizzy as you stretch your legs and savor the delicious ache.

“So in DND when you roll a natural 20 - ,”

You throw a pillow and smack him square in the face before he can say another word.

[dilfl0v3rss]

im tryna see how ony dealed wit connie😁

nice and slow

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days have went by since ony told connie that he’d be “delt with” and he was starting to feel like he was off the hook. ony would still wake him in the morning with a kiss and he'd still act like his normal self throughout the day. "maybe he forgot" connie thought to himself as he eyed him from the other side of the living room. there he was, quietly cleaning his gun while he watched videos with his phone laid on his lap. his shirt probably on your small figure as he sat in just his pajama pants and durag. "need sum baby?" he didn't even need to move his head to know that his boyfriend was staring.

connies eyes widened a little as he continued to breathlessly stare at his lover. "when somebody say sum to you, its polite to answer." ony sucked his teeth, looking up from his phone with a pointed look that was shot directly at connie. "n-nah...nah m'good pa" a kind smile bloomed on his pink lips to sell the act that he's not panicking in his mind right now. why is he acting so normal? "shouldn't you be gettin ready right now anyways? you said you was gon drop suge off at mikasas for her lil spa day/sleepover shit."

before connie could reply, he was interrupted by your sweet voice. "m'ready papiii" you came down the steps with your duffle bag on your shoulder, letting it plop on the ground before walking to ony and giving him a kiss on the cheek. when your eyes met connie's pajama wearing figure you sucked your teeth. "babyyy why aren't you dressed. i don't wanna be late to miki's because of youuu" you whined, stomping your feet to add exaggeration.

connie gave you a stern look, making you stop instantly before getting up and grabbing his keys from his coat hung up at the door. "cut that shit out or you not going at all. ion need to be dressed if m'just dropping you off and coming back home." you shut up immediately, letting connie give you a kiss before you began walking quietly to the car while he carried your bag. "i can't get a kiss too?" ony mumbled, stopping connie dead in his tracks before he turned around. "my fault pa" he mumbled as he made his way to the couch, leaning down to give his boyfriend a kiss on the forehead.

his dick jumped in excitement when ony grabbed him by the neck and gave him a sloppy kiss on the lips. his long tongue quickly winning dominance over connies as his grip on his neck grew tighter. strings of spit connected the two as ony moved his face back to speak. "drive safe" was all he said before loosening his grip, letting connie stand up straight before he replied. "i will pa, see you" ony's focus was put back on his gun as he listened to the front door close.

the drive to mikasa's was about twenty minutes there and back, but connie made sure to drive real slow so his boyfriend didn't get a notification that he was speeding. "bye babyyyy, see you tomorrowww!" you squealed before giving your boyfriend and quick kiss and practically sprinting out the car before he could reply. he chuckled at your excited little body jumping for joy at you knocked on mikasa's door. connie waited for you to go inside before driving back home.

as he walked in the door he noticed that ony was nowhere to be seen in the living room. his gun cleaning supplies were still laid out on the table as he walked deeper into the house. connie made his way to his room where he saw ony sitting on the edge of the bed. "was looking for you. what you doin?" his dark brown eyes gave connie a bone chilling stare as he toyed with the ring on his middle finger. "waiting for you...c'mere pretty boy lemme talk to you real quick."

ony bent his fingers in a come hither motion, making his lover's body move towards him on instinct. connie stood in between ony's legs as he leaned back on the bed, inked chest on full display for his light brown eyes to ogle. "you know you still in trouble right?" connie nodded his head. he never stopped thinking about what his boyfriend had in store for him, but now he doesn't have to anymore. todays the day he gets what he's been dreading.

"listen, ian mean to-" "sh sh sh...let papa do the talking aight? you just gon get yourself into more trouble and you don't want that now, do you?" connie quickly shook his head as he watched ony rise from his seat on the bed. connie was tall, standing at about 6'2. but ony was a little taller, larger frame standing in front of him as he licked his lips before moving to the side. "take allat shit off and lay down f'me." connie slowly removed his hoodie and tee shirt before toying with the waistband of his pajama pants.

ony grew annoyed at his slow pace, grabbing him by the back of the neck before pulling his ear towards his mouth. "hurry the fuck up or ima rip it." connies hands moved quickly, pulling down his pajama pants and letting his hard dick spring free. he didn't like to sleep with underwear so his boxers were nowhere to be seen. he lied down on his back while watching ony begin to crawl up towards him, sitting in between connies legs as he ran his big hands over his chest, purposely neglecting the leaking red tip near his belly button.

"what you supposed to do when i tell you something?" ony whispered, leaning over connies body with his hand resting right by his head as his free hand played with his nipples. "im 'posed to lis...listen papa...fuck" he stuttered as the large hand wrapped around his dick. ony began slowly stroking him, occasionally rubbing his thumb over his leaking tip as connies back arched off the bed. "mhmm but you aint do that, did you? nahh, you was being greedy." his pace quickened, heat running through connies dick as he thrusted himself into ony's hand to bring his release closer.

"just like you are right now. not being my good boy." connie groaned as the frictions stopped. ony sat on his knees as he freed his dick from his pants. "y-you gon prep me right?" a fearful expression on his light brown face as he looked at his boyfriends girthy dick. ony chuckled as before sticking two of his thick fingers in connies mouth. "m'not a monster, baby." the smaller man sighed in relief as he let his tongue swirl all over his fingers. spit falling down the sides of his mouth as ony continued to thrust them in and out of his wet cavern.

as he removed his fingers from connies mouth with a pop, ony groaned at the sight in front of him. plump spit soaked lips shining in the dim light of the room as his lover lay naked in the middle of the bed. pretty ink dancing along his fit body as his dick leaked precum onto his stomach. "you so sexy baby. making me wanna skip all this shit and fuck you right now." connie didn't get the chance to reply before ony rubbed his wet middle finger on his tight hole.

wetting it before breaching it lightly with half of his middle finger. "f-fuck pa" light brown hand instantly flying towards his wrist to stop his movements. ony's eyes snapped towards connies, giving him and stern look that made a shiver run down his spine. "you know better than t'be doin that, handsome. move or ima cuff you." he slowly moved his hand away, balling them into tight fists before ony decided it was a good time to add a second finger.

spit traveling from ony's mouth down to connie's light brown hole, giving him more lubricant to move his fingers deeper. he dug into connie slowly, giving his boyfriend the time he needs to adjust. "how it feel pretty boy?" connies eyes rolled to the back of his skull, back arching as he moaned at the stretch. "hmm? talk t'me baby...can i fuck you now?" ony was always soft with connie when it came to prepping him. knowing that it is not an easy process and it could be painful if not done correctly. "y-yea daddy go head."

he smiled at the name, knowing that it was only used when his boyfriend was feeling especially vulnerable. "good boy" ony got up to grab a bottle of lube before rubbing it all over his dick, applying some to connies tight hole as well for safe measures. he watched his face closely as he sunk into him inch by inch. light brown hands gripping onto his shoulders as connie moaned from the stretch. "shhittt...fuck fuck fuck." ony started at a slow pace, stroking him deeply while leaving small kisses on the tears that fell from his eyes.

"i know bae. i hear you, but you been bad, remember?" "w-wait da lemme...auughh shi-i-ittt." his pace quickened and before connie knew it he was being pounded into the mattress. all eight inches of ony's dick being shoved in and out of his tight hole. he wrapped his hand around connies neck, other hand wrapping around his dick before jerking him quickly as he fed him hard strokes. "when i tell you t'do sum...move your fuckin hand...you gon listen. aint that right handsome?" connies wrists were now trapped by ony's big hand, arms bound over his head as he continued to take the vigorous strokes from his boyfriend.

"y-YES...i’ll listen daddy furreal." connie’s hips bucked into ony’s hand as he squeezed his dick tighter, continuing to stroke his aching red tip. connie was on the brink of his orgasm, lip tucked behind his teeth as he threw his head back in the sheets. ony felt him twitching in his hand, light sheen of sweat making his light brown chest glisten. as soon as he felt connie getting too close he let him go, pulling out as he whined for him not to stop. "wait m'right ther-" "ion care connie. turn over and put your ass up." he quickly turned around, laying his palms flat on the sheets without complaint in hopes that he'd be rewarded with at least one orgasm.

ony wasted no time thrusting back into him fully, dark brown hand shoving his inked back down as connies arms bent next to his head. "y'know how i like it baby. keep that ass in the air for me while daddy makes you feel good." his brutal pounding made tears fall from connies pretty brown eyes, wetting the sheets directly below his face along with his spit. ony kept his hand on the back of connie's pretty inked neck, pushing his face deeper into to cushion as he spoke lowly from behind him. "ion like punishing you handsome. supposed t'be my good boy so ion have t'be mean."

connies words were muffled before ony pulled him up by his neck, wrapping his hand around the front of his throat as he pulled his lover back towards his chest. "m-m'sorry daddy. ima listen t'you furreal..shit..ima d-do whatever you say" a smirk crept onto his lips at his boyfriends words, other hand sliding to the front of his body and caressing his stomach before jerking his pretty dick quickly. "anything i want?" connie nodded his head instantly as he moaned from the added pleasure. ony's pace quickened, hips slamming so hard that the loud, wet slaps could be heard from all over the house.

ony felt his orgasm approaching so he slowed his thrusts. idea popping up in his head to really teach connie his lesson. "stroke yourself pretty boy. want you t'do it real slow until daddy says you can speed up, understand." he was giving him another chance at following orders and connie hated it. but instead of defying him and getting fucked up even more, he slide ony's hand off his dick before replacing it. stroking himself slowly as his boyfriend matched his pace inside of him.

long dick kissing the deepest parts of him as hot wet tears flowed down his cheeks. "uhh huh. nice and slow" ony watched connie over his shoulder as he stroked himself at a steady pace. singing praises to connie as he obeyed the command he struggled to comply with last time. "such a good boy f'me. just a little longer and ill let you cum baby." his dark brown hand grabbed the bottom of connies face, turning him towards him before giving him a sloppy kiss. spit dribbling down the sides of both of their mouths, leaving connie breathless as he continued his slow pace with his hand. "open up handsome"

pink lips instantly parting as ony's spit slid from his tongue to connie's. "and swallow allat shit." on instinct the spit disappeared down his throat before he opened his mouth to show him that it was truly gone. "mhm good boy. you wanna cum?" moans and begs flew from connies mouth in an instant, the need for release clouding his brain as he fucked himself back on ony's dick slowly. "p-please" ony's hand replaced connies smaller one. quickly stroking him as began snapping his hips into his ass with vigor.

"gon head pretty boy. make a mess f'me" light brown eyes rolled to the back of his skull as connie's hot ropes of cum shot all over the sheets. “ooouuu fuckkk.” the last of it eventually slidding down his shaft and all over ony's hand before he felt his lover pull out of him. jerking himself as he came all over his back. "next time i tell you to do sum you better listen. or youll be right back here, understand me?"

"o-okay pa i hear you."

ony ran connie a hot bath. changing the sheets and making him some tea before having his lover come out and get dressed. "drink this and rest for the night" night? a gasp escaped from connies lips as he noticed that it was already dark outside. "y'hear me?" ony's voice snapped him out of his thoughts before he replied. "huh? yea ill rest pa."

~the next morning~

connie woke up noticing ony wasn't in bed with him. he made his way downstairs to be met with a beautiful sight before him. shirtless chest on full display as his lover drank orange juice straight from the bottle. "man that is so trifling" connie chuckled as his boyfriend jumped in surprise. moving the bottle from his lips before giving him a smirk. "i be spitting in your mouth no problem and you worried about my mouth being on the bottle?"

a blush crept on connies face, shifting his gaze in embarrassment. "that's different" "yea its worse." ony cut him off before walking past him to reclaim his seat in the living room. "suge on her way home right now to grab some shit. she gon stay over there for another night." connie nodded his head as he slowly sat down next to his boyfriend, wincing as he felt the cushion touch his ass. "fuck" ony chuckled before scooting over closer to his pouting boyfriend. "come" he patted his lap for connie to lay his head over.

connie quickly took the invitation, lying his head on his lover's lap and putting his feet on the couch to ease the pressure on his sore lower half. "good morninggggg!!" you squealed as you busted through the door, giving connie a quizzical look before smirking to yourself. "oh he fucked your shit upppp" you giggled as connie rolled his eyes at your teasing. "yea and you next if you don't shut that shit up. leave my big baby alone" you smiled lovingly at the two of them, choosing not to piss ony off before you end up like your other boyfriend. ass hurting and body worn the hell out. you grabbed what you needed before heading out the door. "love y'all! ill be home tomorrowww!!!" with that you closed the door, leaving the two of them alone again.

ony turned on the tv, putting on connie's favorite show as he played with his short hair. "if it still hurts later i can kiss it better for you pretty boy. y'know im real good wit my tongue" connies eyes widened at his boyfriends lewd words, making his stomach tingle at the thought. ony didn't even look away from the tv as he shamelessly spoke to him. he was so nasty. "maybe" connie mumbled, his lover finally looked down at him, dark brown eyes meeting his lighter ones befofe giving him a smile. "i love you" "love you more pa"

[caramelcleopatraa]

"I want to sit on your face" ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

another porn with a atom's amount of plot

word count: 1,500~

x: !this is not proofread! 😭 please disregard any mistakes <3 I came up with this idea before my current series "suit & tie", but I never got to finish it.... until now 😏 hopefully you guys enjoy this (not quick) quick thing I whipped up.

content: oral ( f receiving )

“Baby…”

“Yes?” Roman responds with curiosity in his eyes. You had been daydreaming about a specific situation. It was almost disturbing the flow of your daily life. Your husband was always up for trying new things. You've brought up ideas to him that have led to countless nights of exhilarating love making. You didn't know why you were so nervous to tell him something so simple. Perhaps it comes with your own matter of insecurities that stopped you from telling him your newly proposed idea. “Nevermind, sorry to bother you.” You turned your back to his desk to walk out of the double doors of your home office. Roman noticed your sudden change in energy and decided to chase after you. His hand gently, but firmly, latched onto your wrist and tugged you towards him. Your back hit his sturdy torso and his hands interlaced with yours. “What’s going on? Y’know you can tell me.”

“U-uhm.. Uh…” Your heart was starting to race and your breathing became heavy. You tried to walk away from him, but you must have forgotten who you married. “Nuh uh, stay right here. Tell me what’s on your mind.” 

“Aren’t you in the middle of some work?” 

“Work doesn’t matter when my wife needs me.” He tenderly kisses the side of your neck and his hands rest on your hips. A tactic he used to calm you down when you're nervous. Just as he was about to console you, you spoke up. “Can we try something tonight?” Romans eyes locked with yours and he already knew what you were insinuating. He took your hand and led you upstairs to your bedroom. All of his movements were slow, but sure and tender. All thoughts of work were left downstairs. His focus was on making sure he could make your fantasies come true tonight. He sat on your bed and held both of your hands in his. His thumbs worked over your soft skin as his chocolate eyes looked up at yours. “Alright. What fun things have you thought of to try today, princess?” 

“I don’t know how to say this so that it sounds normal.” You nervously laugh and he joins you in laughter. Still massaging your hands, he says “Well you know i'm not gonna judge you.” “Yeah, I know” You took a deep breath and gathered the courage you needed to say the next sentence that came out of your mouth. “I want to sit on your face. But I don't really know how it’s supposed to work. Like am I supposed to completely sit or ho-” Your body was suddenly caged by Roman’s arms as he pulled you on to the bed. It wasn't long until your lips connected, cutting off your nervous rambling. Your lips danced in an intimate fight for dominance against him, in which you lost. Pulling away from him, you were finally able to get a glimpse of him. His once gentle eyes were low and dark, and laced with lust. He let go of your body, allowing you to rest next to him. He scoots all the way back to the headboard and puts his head on a pillow. He motions you to come over to him and you crawl to meet him.

‘Sit.” He says. You look at him with a surprised look on your face. Again, his hands imitate a “come hither” motion. You slowly straddle his chest and move to hover above his face. His hands dig into your plush thighs as he admires your body from below.

“So umm.. Am I supposed to-”

“Sit on my face”

“Like fully sit?” The tone in your voice shifts to a more confused one.

“Yes mama”

“What if I'm too heavy and you can't breathe?”

“Mama, I wrestle grown ass men for a living. And I'll tap your thigh if I need some air.”

His lips kissed and sucked at the inside of your thighs. “Stop worrying so much. Be a good girl and let daddy eat his pussy.” Soft moans escaped your mouth while he worked his way up your thighs. His thumb creeped up to your aching clit, softly rubbing up and down while continuing to kiss and suck on your thighs. Your head tilted back as you held onto his wrists. You started to grind against his thumb, but Roman grabbed your hips and held them in place. 

“Uh-uh. On my face.” His grip loosened, but his hands landed on your thighs and pushed you down. His arms snaked around your thighs, making it impossible for you to escape if you tried. You didn’t have enough time to process what happened, but a long stripe on your cunt fogged your brain in the best possible way. Once his tongue reached your clit, he planted a tender kiss before sucking and flicking your clit with his tongue. His hands massaged your thighs while he continued to work his magic. He rotated between teasing you with long stripes up your cunt and ruthlessly abusing your clit. 

Roman’s grip on your thighs still restricted much of your movement. You tried your hardest not to grind against his tongue, but the way he was eating you up made it damn near impossible. His hair laid sprawled out on the pillow below him. His right hand let go of your thigh and quickly slapped your ass, startling you and causing you to jump. “Fuck baby,” You moaned, loving the temporary sting on your ass. After a couple more slaps to your ass, his hand returned to its original place, hugging your thigh and holding you in place. His eyes would remain on you and momentarily close while he relished the taste of your pussy, and the loud slurping sounds he was making added on to your arousal. 

You finally succumbed and softly grinded on his tongue. A salacious moan from him vibrated your clit. In return, your moans started to get louder. You tilted your head down and locked eyes with your lover beneath you. You placed your hands on his while you continued to ride his face. You could see droplets of your juices running down his face. He gives you three taps on your thigh and you immediately rise off of his face with concern. He takes a couple of deep breaths while still keeping his hands on you. “I’m so sorry, did you not want me to do that? i’m sorry i got carried away-“

You take a moment to look at Roman. His beard is littered and decorated with your juices and he keeps eye contact with your pussy the entire time he wasn’t devouring you. “Just need a couple of breaths mama. That’s all,” He says, his eyes finally meeting your beautiful ones. The collective heavy breathing occupied the silence for a couple of seconds before you felt those same hands pulling you down to his mouth. “Don’t mean i’m done. C’mere, need to eat that pussy,” He says, before you’re forced to sit on what will be your new favorite seat. Your consistent babbles and whines only made him harder, making him eat your pussy like a starved man. He loves taking care of his baby. Whether that’s pounding you into the mattress or eating you out until you drench the sheets, it was his favorite thing ever. Seeing you lose your mind because of the things he does to you makes him so ecstatic. 

“Got me addicted to this pussy.” He knew that you loved it when he talked you through it. Every chance that he got, he was gonna talk his shit, and it never failed to make you weak. “aah- oohhh shiiiit daddy you finna- ffuuck make me cum.” He moans into your pussy, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Your hips were moving nonstop and you couldn’t stop calling his name. You pried his fingers off of your thighs and intertwined his fingers with yours. His arms were still hugging your thighs in place, and yes, you had the headboard to hold if you lost balance. You wanted to hold him instead. “Ohh myy goddd, daddyy. I’m cummin,” You said, slurring your words due to your mind fogging orgasm. Your movements became uneven and Roman’s hold on your thighs tightened to keep you in place. You let out screams of bliss while Roman lapped up your release, while any remainders he missed landed in his beard. Roman’s hands roamed your lower body as low whines escaped your mouth. He pushed up your hips a little to plant loving kisses on your pussy. “How did I do?”

“Fuck, that was amazing,” You said between ragged breaths. Roman’s deep chuckle vibrated through your body, adding to the intimate atmosphere. You attempted to lay next to him but his hands dug into your skin, preventing you from moving.

“I’m still hungry mama.”

finished this while I was at work :p (so happy that I work at a family business or I would've never finished this today)

🏷️ tags :) @harmshake @jeyusos-girl @alichesmi @thesamoanqueen @alyyaanna @empressdede

~ your hippie author

[dinadearine]

Feral| Mizu x FEM!Bellydancer!reader

•••MINORS DNI•••

warnings/notes: Smut, Sex, Smut, Fingering, Degration, Tribbing, Hair pulling, Cunnilingus (both receiving), thigh ride (r! receiving), swear words, Public(?) sex, AFAB!reader, Edging/overstimulation, Mizu temporarily being referred to as a 'He/Him'

idk if this should be a warning: Strangers to Lovers

a/n: First time holy shit— Insert song: BALLAKEO by peso pluma, annita

btw some fluffy ending (if you squint)

The night was cheerful, especially for the crowd that surrounds you, the music on loop, performing freestyle solos, swaying and moving your body like a snake.

Mizu was pretty much too focused on her journey, and was just passing by, resisting the urge to peek, but curiousity got the better of her, she did stopped in her tracks to atleast find out the commotion.

Squeezing through the loud crowd, she managed to breathe in fresh air rather than cigar nor alcohol, the stench finally wears off as she looks ahead, seeing you, a goddess.

It strucked her of how beautiful and enticing you look, her eyes mostly wandered off your half exposed body, laced with very thin flowy fabric, and small adorned coin-like golds on the hem of the clothes, she cursed under her breath, feeling— rather heavier than usual as soon as she sets eyes upon you.

The music, your movements, your hips, each sway and roll, she feels herself drawn by not only from your movement, but your skills, her mind drifted off somewhere sinful as she continues to stare, internally moaning out words that describes you, beautiful, sexy, hot, slut.

The clothes may show off the cultural beauty about belly dancing, she knows that, but to her prespective, you look like an absolute type for her, a perfect woman, she can imagine the thing she'd do for you, to you.

Her calloused hands, roaming over your body, every curves and dips, kissing your flaws, the sight of your rolling hips drifted to an imagination of her fingers under your— Focus.

Mizu was not the one to indulge with desires, yes, but for you, she couldn't help but watch closely. You smile and wink on the crowd, the crowd cheers and blew whistles, Mizu was unbothered by the crowd's squirming movements, she was only bothered by you, getting all hot and steamy.

You end with a seductive smooth move of slow deliberate roll of hips, with hands in the air, you bucked side to side synchronized with the music before you bowed, adding up the charm.

Your eyes glided upon the cheerful crowds, until you locked eyes with a rather peculiar stranger.

With a smirk, you winked at them, gestures of 'come hither' to lure the stranger in the back of the stage. You walked with confidence, smirk on your face. You knew that the stranger will come.

|×|•⋆ ⟡ ࣪ ˖ 💞 𓈒 ˚｡⋆•|×|

You entered the dressing room, purposely not locking the door, you unshamefully slide off from your clothes, leaving you naked as you walk up to the closet. Humming to yourself as you find casual clothes, the door creeks open, a small smirk tugged in your lips, you never flinched, never startled, you turned your head to the side to peer at the stranger behind you.

Mizu, breathing unevenly, closed and locked the door securely, he walks up to your naked form. His calloused hands raised to take off his hat and cloak, revealing a Japanese male attire, it slips into your assumptions that the stranger you invited is a male, of course, you grew aroused.

You turned to face the 'man' with a small smirk, unashamed of revealing your body, the man's breath hitched as they drank the sight of your naked form. You walk up to him, hands raising instinctively over his chest.

"You come to indulge?" The man remains unmoving, but he answered, His voice rather feminine, low and controlled, he answered. "what do you think?" his hand slowly raised up, cupping unshamefully on your breast.

You leaned in, letting the man touch you, he remains still, as if he allowed you to touch him aswell, with no words uttered, lips came crashing like swords clashing, Items, table, chair, a mattres, fell and shook away from the path you two stumbled to while kissing, body grinding together, you let out small moans, his hand on your breast slowly squeezed and slides down to your most needed spot.

Brows furrowed, the man took off his glasses revealing sapphire eyes, glowing like the moon. His lips slowly kisses it's way to your jaw, neck, leaning down more to suck on one of your hardened nipples on his lip, you suck in a breath, a choke moan escaped your lips, your hips rolling on his fingers.

Your hands, found it's was to his groin, and to your surprise, it was soft, you were both aroused yet confused, how can a man resist such desires? a rumble of chuckle escaped his lips, providing vibrations on you nipple, you whined, back arching as his fingers quickened the pace.

Climax starts to build up before his fingers stopped abruptly, you pant, disappointed of being denied, the man took off his haori, revealing a binded chest, your brows shot up as he took off the dressing, revealing a pare of breasts, you were dumbfounded.

A woman?

You slowly slide your hand from her groin to her breast, giving it a light experimental squeeze, you look up, seeing the 'woman' smirking before you, you shivered, not from disgust, but from the intense arousal that flows in your veins down to your quivering pussy.

This is better.

Snaking your hands around her waist, you pulled the tall woman close for a kiss, your other hand slides down to tug the hakama off, revealing a white loincloth, already drenched from arousal, you bit your lip as you slowly kneeled down.

Tugging down the damp cloth, revealing Mizu's dripping wet sex, you swear your pupils has blown wide, turning into heart shapes, you lazily leaned in and lap on the woman's pussy, she let out a low groan, her fingers found it's way to your scalp, grip tightening on your locks as she rolled and buck her hips against your lips, you let out a moan, you hands massaging and caressing her strong thighs.

"... You taste so good..." you moaned out in her pussy, providing vibrations, she moaned and chuckled, pulling you closer in her pussy till you couldn't breathe, you continue to lick and suck, tongue skillfully rolling around her clit, and fingers slowly slid in one digit into her, the woman grunts, bucking her hips into you, your teeth grazing on her clit.

"You fucking slut.." she growls, she pulled up, stopping you from eating her out, you whine from both disappointment, and pain as she grip on your hair, she pulled you in for a kiss, your pussy throbbing, she leads you to a nearby chair, she sat down, guiding you on her lap, she slowly lifts her thigh, she released your hair and forcefully grabbed your hips, she pushed you down on her thigh, providing pressure on your sex, she pushed and pull, letting your pussy slide on her thigh, you let out small moans, breasts poking on each other.

"oh fuuck..!" you whimpered, leaning in to kiss her. You can feel her cocky smirk on your lips, blue eyes filled with lust stares at your very soul as if she's reading your mind, you kissed your way down to suck on her nipple, Mizu groaned in response, she controls your hips in a faster pace, causing you to release her nipple with a pop to sob out a moan, eyes rolling back as you pant and gasp. "Oh.. god.. Y--Yes.. Hah..." She revels the way your respond, she grinds faster.

"You like that don't you? huh?" she rasps out, she grabs a fistful of your hair once more to tilt your head up, she leaned in and kissed your neck, leaving hickeys that might last tomorrow, She then bites down on your shoulder, causing you to whine in both pleasure and pain. "You fucking like that? fucking brat."

"Yes..! a-ahh..~.. I like it.. I Love it..!" You sobbed out. Her blue eyes darkens like a seastorm, she grinds your hips faster, feeling a familiar knot tying up in your core, your moans and pants shifts into short gasps and high pitched pleas.

"I'm close.. I'm so close—" Your words were cut off with the tie breaking, releasing your climax, your body trembling and twitching, letting out high pitched moan and whimpers. The woman watched with a lusty chuckle, she slows down the pace, prolonging your orgasm, your creamy slick stained her thigh, spreading your essence nice and wide like a painting using your pretty little pussy.

"Your one perfect slut just for me..." She murmurs in your ear, you shivered, pussy throbbing from her words. She then firmly grasp your hips tighter, stopping you from grinding on her thigh, You pant from the aftermath, leaning to rest your frame on hers. Thankfully she let you rest... For a moment.

Suddenly, with a swift motion, she has you pinned down on a soft mattress, calloused hand slid from your hair down to your breasts, she played with the soft mound, and sucked on your nipples, you shuddered from the contact. She slowly kissed further down, Stomach.. Abdomen.. And finally, your dripping pussy.

Your body twitched from the sensation of a small kiss on your clit, starting to suck and lick, holding your thighs apart, you gasp and cry from overstimulation.

"T-Too much.. Ah.. S-Stop..!" you sobbed, her hands gripping on the sheet as you desperately try to squirm away, but this woman, doesn't back down and kept on lapping like a starved animal, grabbing your ankles to pull you back closer.

"You're not going anywhere, your mine, and I won't stop till I'm satisfied." The woman growled with a stern expression, she pulled you closer, and leaned back down to eat your puffy cunt again, you groaned and sob, back arching as you continue to squirm, she tightens the grip on your hips to pin you in place.

The familiar knot starts to build up in your core once more, you whinced, unable to breathe you gasp for air as you 'almost' rip off the sheets, your hips bucking forward on her skilled mouth.

"Gonna cum...! C-Cumming.." you moaned out, the woman suddenly withdraws, you sob in disappointment, hips practically shaking.

The woman spoke, in her usual low and controlled tone, but laced with seduction. "don't worry, you'll cum soon enough.." she cooed, smirking.

she adjusted her position, intertwining her leg under yours, and the other on top of your hips and slowly, she pushed down, her sex meeting yours, slick starts to mix as she grinds down, she groaned.

"fuck.. You feel so fucking good.." she continues to roll her hips against yours, the knot in your core starts to build up again.

"please— please.. I'm close.. please—" you begged, sobbing as you roll your hips. She chuckles as she continues to grind. Not caring if people could hear you two from the back stage.

"go on, come for me you slut.." The woman growled, intensifying her speed, you could only choke out gasp and pleas, before you two came, loud moans and low groans mixed together, a symphony of lust— cumming on each other's sexes, both of you is clouded by white fogs as you two ride out your high.

Panting from the aftermath of your orgasm, you two laid on the wet mattress to rest, hugging each other's bodies to soothen your exhausted state, kissing and giggling at each other.

"Actually.. What's your name?" you asked, the woman smirks at you, her blue eyes meeting yours filled with not lust, but affection and admiration. She answered.

"..Mizu.. What's yours?" She asked, turning her frame to face yours, intertwining each other's hands like love-sick lovers.

you smiled back, slightly kissing her calloused knuckles.

"..Y/N."

OMG FINALLY FINISHED! if y'all ever saw bad grammar or spelling mistakes please let me know (cause it's my first time publishing smut lol)

[mrskreideprinz]

| Picture You |

Pairing: Dottore x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Soft Sex, Reader goes by no pronouns, Dottore goes by He/Him pronouns, Fingering, Reader has a vagina, Hurt/Comfort (More implied rather than explicitly stated), Aftercare, Soft Dottore, Established Relationship, 800 ish words. 

A/n: I want to be loved by Dottore, that is all. This is lowkey selfship coded but you didn’t hear that from me.

You gasped. “N-Not there, it’s sensitive.”

Looking up at Dottore with half-lidded eyes you bit your lip, holding back whimpers as he carefully circled your bud with the pad of his finger. 

He looked at you with an unreadable expression. “Just relax.” 

With one hand he rubbed your outer thigh as he continued gently circling your clit. You let your head fall back as your breathing grew heavier. He was incredibly gentle and careful with every move he made, treating you with the utmost care. You let out a quiet moan as he quickened the pace in which he touched you, and hummed in satisfaction as he watched your chest rise and fall rapidly. His touch was like silk, welcoming and warm. You lifted up your head again to connect your gaze with Dottore’s. Those ruby eyes remained just as comforting as you’d remembered, there was something so peaceful about getting lost in the color of them. 

“You’re doing so good.” He purred. 

Dottore lifted up his free hand to stroke his knuckle lightly against the side of your face. He tilted his head and smiled tenderly, you always did look so beautiful in the light of his bedroom. 

“More?” He asked, already knowing just what you wanted. 

You nodded in approval. 

Gradually he added one finger and then another before he started to slowly move them inside of you. The sensation felt better than you thought it would. Perhaps it was even more pleasurable than the last time he had done it, but you were far too focused on the euphoria to think too hard about it. He could feel your walls begin to tighten around his fingers, pushing you closer to the high you were trying to achieve. It was evident from the look on your face that you were truly relaxed, an expression he had long hoped to see you wear. 

You covered your mouth with your hand to suppress your moans but Dottore swiftly removed it and gave you a stern look.

“I want to hear you.” He explained.

You averted your gaze out of shame, but he was quick to quell any worries you had.

“There’s no reason to hold back.” His eyes stared into your soul. “Just trust me.” 

It was a tall order, especially coming from Dottore, but you did your best to put your faith in him regardless. He had begun to pick up the pace as well as add another finger inside of you. Dottore made come hither motions inside of you as you allowed yourself to let go and cry out his name. He didn’t have many strong emotions about his new name, but hearing it from your tongue caused something sweet to bloom across his chest. 

Your body writhed and back arched as he kept a steady pace, watching with pride as you grew closer and closer to cloud nine. Throwing your head back you let out a loud moan, gripping onto the blankets beneath you as Dottore finally pushed you over the edge. As you came all over his hand your ears had begun to ring, almost as if you ceased to exist in the moment you ascended to godhood. Instead of clinging to the blankets you reached out for your lover’s hand, using one of your hands closest to him to latch your fingers around his wrist. You squeezed it tightly as your body arched and squirmed against his hands. 

While you tried to come down from your ascension Dottore had carefully removed his fingers from inside of you and pulled you into lap, cradling you close to his chest as you panted through your dizzying daze. With one hand cupping your head and the other wrapped firmly around your body he rocked you side to side, shushing you as if you were a crying child. Resting your head against his shoulder you gradually felt yourself become soothed into a quiet state, enjoying the feeling of warm skin against even warmer skin. His touch was something you hadn’t realized you craved so strongly until that moment, and then it was the only thing you dreamt about.

Very slowly you moved a hand up to the collar of his shirt to hold onto it loosely. You sighed as you felt the relief of the familiar fabric, and nuzzled your head weakly against his neck as you felt yourself drift off to sleep. Dottore did not move even after you fell asleep, holding you close to his body as he hummed in satisfaction to the sound of your breathing evening out. Eventually he would move but for that moment he chose to rest his head against yours and continued rocking you into a blissful state, letting a small smile curve the corners of his mouth until he too felt calmer.

[chaoticgremlin-1]

So, when I was at the ren faire, I found a booth called Spritekin Grove, and they had the CUTEST thing!

I'll put the text here too, because it's a little hard to read.

Deadname Removal by the Fae.

When a name is set to babe at birth,

A loving welcome to the earth.

With good intentions and wish bestowed,

And hopes to serve till they grow old...

Sometimes, the choosing, a challenge made.

As some babes face a harder fate.

For a body doesn't make a soul,

And in the wrong skin, we can't feel whole.

Trapped because the skin won't match,

For we are trans, and quite the catch!

But needing change to mend the wound,

A name that fits would be a boon!

Thus this book the Fae have bound,

For when a truer name you've found,

Your given name to give as price,

And claim the name that feels so nice!

Your old name will whisk away,

And give it to a Spritekin Fae.

And they will be such happy friends,

And use your name to better ends.

That name's no longer yours, you see!

You've traded it as a Farrie Fee!

And once a Farrie deal you make,

It's made for good! Make no mistake!

So never more will you be known,

As the name with which your skin was grown.

But the name you choose will always be.

The one that fills your heart with glee!

For that's what makes it your in sooth.

A name's a word that fits your truth!

It matters not from whence it came,

Or who gave to you your birthing nam.

For those who love us deep and true,

Will honor an name we choose,

And call us that which brings us joy,

And care not if we're girl or boy!

And so if you would make the trade,

Call a Keeper (attendant) hither!

And in this book, please write your name,

And leave it here forever.

A new name you may freely choose,

(tho one is not provided.)

The cost in charge is freely paid

(No fae deal is one-side!)

If someone calls that old name now,

You can just ignore!

They must be calling someone else!

That name is you no more.

So, will you take the pen and write,

Your given name within?

If so, you're free to do so now,

You've only just begun!

(end of text)

Guys??? I'm crying??? I was too shy to write down a my name, but still! It's beautiful. The people who ran the stand were amazing. Me and my siblings each got a Spritekin, which are these little buddies that the fae put magic in for us. They don't have names untill you adopt them, and if you can't think of a name, they bring out a jar of little papers that have the names from the book.

This is mine, his name is Billy. I named him myself. I adopted him because he had a mad face, and I was scared no one else was gonna adopt him because of it.

This is my little brother's Spritekin. His name is Berry. Berry got his name from the jar. He has a broken arm, but that's okay. If you break the Spritekin, you can take them back to the Keepers, who can fix them!

This is my little sister's Spritekin. Her name is Pebbles, she named it.

The website is spritekingrove.com you can find upcoming events, and you can contact the Keepers!

[bohemianblasphemy]

shower bj for butcher? Pls n thank u :)

ask and you shall receive ✨

Hot steam filled the air throughout the bathroom, the sound of cascading water created a tranquil scene between Billy and you.

The day had been long and hard for Butcher - filled with meetings and planning for their next targeted supe.

As he stepped into the shower with you, you couldn’t help but admire his body- the muscular build adorned with freckles and moles, tufts of hair along his chest.

“Oi, my eyes are up here love…” a teasing smirk tugged at his lips as he watched you check him out.

Playing it cool, you chuckled as your eyes met his. “can you blame me for appreciating the view?”

“Come closer then…” he beckoned using his middle and index fingers to make a ‘come hither’ gesture, An invitation you couldn’t refuse.

As you stepped closer the water poured onto your skin, making it glisten. Billy’s arms wrapped around your lower back, pulling you into a searing kiss.

The kiss had deepened into something more primal, more desperate - the flames of desire igniting between you two.

An adventurous feeling took over you, your lips moving along his neck and collarbones- licking and sucking at his wet skin before sliding your way down. Your fingers traced along his chest and stomach before carefully sitting on your knees in front of him. Looking up at him from below, you searched for permission from him.

Butchers breath hitched as he saw you sitting before him, nodding with a silent agreement as his desire for you grew. His cock twitched as he felt your hot breath hit his tip.

The moment your lips enveloped him, his head fell back as he savoured the feeling of you- the feeling your tongue swirl around his hard length, your hollowed cheeks creating a narrower path through your mouth.

Butchers fingers made their way to your hair, brushing away your wet hair as he looked down at you with his cock in your mouth.

“Fuckin’ hell love…”

You took your time, teasing him with your tongue as you took him deeper. Looking up to meet his gaze, you smiled sickens sweet as you saw his pleasured smirk.

“Ya keep goin’ like that i ain’t responsible for what happens next…” He chuckled, before his breath got caught in his throat, feeling you mouth envelope him whole, his balls hitting your chin.

The grip on your hair tightened, another deep groan erupted from his chest. “God you’re so good…” The water continued to rain down on you both, creating a symphony that only amplified the intensity of this moment in time.

This only encouraged you, wanting to drive him wild as you continued to take him in, your eyes brimming with tears as his tip hit the back of your throat.

His body shuddered as the knot in his stomach started to unravel, at the brink of his orgasm- he held your head where it was. “f-fuck, i’m gonna-“ His words caught in his throat as he came down yours, spurting his hot cum down your oesophagus.

You giggled as you tasted his climax and pulled him out of your mouth as you stood up, your legs shaky from being on your knees. He held onto you, lifting you up as he pulled you into a heated kiss as a ‘Thank You’.

“God you’ll be the death of me.”

[meadowlarkx]

“She was akin before the World was made to Yavanna herself; and in that time when the Quendi awoke beside the waters of Cuiviénen she departed from Valinor and came to the Hither Lands, and there she filled the silence of Middle-earth before the dawn with her voice and the voices of her birds.” —The Silmarillion

If thou goest, thou wilt suffer.

Námo Mandos’ voice was matter-of-fact.

Melian turned. As a bird she alighted upon the branch of the sea-almond tree that stretched over the cliffs and crashing water. She took a woman’s form then and sat upon the branch. It was an imperfect copy of the images of women Oromë had made and far-seeing Manwë had illustrated with Varda’s paintbrush, to show the others the Children. The eyes were not quite right, but she considered the body she had crafted herself to be very good.

Have we not passed all this time in waiting for them? she said. I will learn of them now, and greet them with singing.

Pain thou wilt learn, and grief.

The words made half-remembered melodies sound in Melian’s mind, poignant and achingly beautiful—but only that.

Thou canst not stop my going.

His face was featureless shadow; his speech, toneless thought. I will not stop thee, nor the others who will leave these shores. But if thou goest, none will heed thy counsel either. Children thou namest Eru’s creations as a great and lofty spirit, but thou wilt be wife to one, and mother to another, and commander to none.

Melian’s spirit moved within her new woman’s form like a stand of saplings in the wind. She was thinking of the mysteries of wife and mother. She could almost grasp them in her hands—the great strands of the story, those coursing fountains that flowed from starlit Middle-earth. And she laughed.

Never have I aspired to command. Thou knowest this, Doomsman.

Thou wilt, before the end.

(inspired by a @silmkinkmeme prompt; here on AO3)

[keeponquinning]

My brain is dead right now, but i saw this sentence so maybe you can write smut with Eddie?😇

Does doing these kind of things make us friends with benefits?

I can work with this.

WARNINGS: because i forgot to put them, sorry. Reader cheats on boyfriend with eddie, public sex, they hook up at a party, p in the v ( unprotected ), the use of the word daddy.

He was inside you when the question tumbled out of his lips, his breath hot against the back of your neck, sitting prettily on his cock, his hands gripping your hips and leading your movements. The feel of his cock, hard, pulsing and thick made you dizzy, soft little moans pouring out of your lips. Yet his question made you laugh, breathless, your lips smiling. "... what?" You heard him, through your lust filled daze, but, surely he didn't ask t h a t?

He growled, one of his hands roamed from your hip, between your legs and slightly calloused fingers rubbed lazy circles around your clit. A shaky breath escaping him at the feel of your luscious walls squeezing around his cock, making it twitch deep inside you, your movements stilled, the both of you feeling so good at the moment and he leaned forward to give a biting kiss at the back of your neck. "... I said..." He let out a soft huff of a laugh. "Doing these like this..." He let out, his fingers on your clit quickening for a moment, feeling your legs start to shake and your breath hitched, stopping and squeezing your thigh as you let out a frustrated whimper. "...make us friends with benefits?"

A soft hiss leaves your lips, tilting your head back to rest against his shoulder. Your eyes close as his lips kiss the side of your neck and you move your hips back and forth, fucking yourself gently on his cock. Because you want to. Because you need to. The feel of him so full inside you has become an addicting one. You couldn't stop until you've cum, you knew that. It didn't matter if the guy you were kind of seeing was downstairs at the party. When Eddie Munson was inside you, all you could think about was him.

Your body belonged to the Freak of Hawkins High and your body didn't care.

Your mind, however...

"Don't we have to be friends for that?" You answer, and you feel him shift on the bed of...neither of you knew, him laying you on your side, hooking your leg around him, giving him enough leverage to sink his cock inside your tight little cunt, hitting that perfect spot as you let out a moan only Eddie could bring out, "...oh, fuck..."

His moans were soft, yet deep. Pressing his forehead against your shoulder, a groan following suit. "... got a point, sweetheart..." His words breathed out, driving his cock harder and faster, entranced with how wet you were, how you felt so easily gliding on his cock and yet so fucking tight... He dreamed of being inside you, wake up with the hardest morning wood and have to stroke himself furiously to the thought of you. He didn't feel right until he came in you, which was the goal now, the light smack of skin upon skin as he pounded into you like the crazed man you made him. "I don't care--I don't--fuck, just care about....oh, fuck, you feel so fucking good..."

You were amazed no one had heard you, yet. The thought of being quiet long gone as your moans and whimpers filled the room. The way his cock could stretch you, yet you could feel how you sucked him inside, begging to have him deeper. Feeling your wetness spread, the knots in your stomach tightening. "...such a big cock... I fucking love this cock..."

"Yeah?" he asked, grabbing you once more, his devilish smile spread wide. Eyes crackling like lightening as he brought you on top of him, his cock slipped out and falling on his stomach, grasping it, sliding the swollen head over your drenched folds, chuckling deep when you lowered yourself onto him, no hesitation on your part to have his cock inside you again. Both of your moaning softly as he was deep inside you once more. "Show me... Mhm... Show me how much you love my cock, beautiful."

And you do. So wet for him, it takes little to adjust to how full and thick his cock is. Your walls part and cling to him so eagerly, body moving up and down easily. A pant and a moan falling from your lips as his eyes are transfixed at the sight of his own cock disappearing inside your cunt. You feel so warm, wet and tight to him that soon his eyes are rolling to the back of his head. You don't care about anything else, crying out and whimpering his name, like a prayer, bouncing on his cock. Everything a white noise, the sound of the bed's mattress springs creaking louder, and faster, faster, faster. You can feel him pulsing and twitching inside you, hear how wet you are, feel his nails scratch along your sides and hips.

You're laying down on him, sobbing into his neck. "That's okay, baby... Oh fuck... Did so good...." Grasping your hips, making you stay spread as he fucked his way into you. "Daddy's got you, Princess.... oh, fuck, let Daddy take care of you... Fuck this amazing pussy... Cum so deep...." You whimper and moaned, making him chuckle. "Oh, you love that... Mmm, gonna cum so much and so deep your boyfriend's gonna think it's his... Shit... Fuck... You ready, baby? Oh yeah... You're ready... You're fucking ready..."

You both let out a yell as you cum for each other. Your release drenching and drowning his cock while his fills you up. Each rope of cum fills you with a warmth that you're addicted to, making you cry out and sigh dreamily, each wave of the orgasm making you both hold on to the other so tight. Both of your lips kissing the other's skin. He's careful of not biting your skin — but you're not. He doesn't have a girlfriend, after all, not like you with your boyfriend that couldn't even hope to make you feel as good as he can. He likes your bites, the marks it leaves behind.

When clarity kicks in, you barely speak as you gather your clothes again. He always looks more disheveled, not care if he looked like he had just fucked. Again, there's no risk for him, but you always look so pretty and pristine, it makes him want to take you again. But he can't, not when you leave first and he looks appreciatively at your ass as you walk out the room.

Neither of you know who or what you are to each other... But you both knew damn well that wouldn't be the last time for either of you, and that brings a comfort of its own.

[hitomisuzuya]

Hi first making a request so kinda nervousss

So do you know that one fanfic,dirty little traitor?

Its about Fem reader being Scara's secretary and we cant refuse what he wants(but we love it secretly)

So imagine how much he's taking advantage of that authority yk

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Cunilligus.

a/n: I'll have to check this fic out because I am not familiar with it. So, this is what I came up with. I hope this was a long the lines of what you were asking for.

Being the secretary for the 6th Fatui Harbinger certainly wasn't easy. Especially given his temperament. Sometimes, people may have looked at you with pity in their eyes.

Lately, every time your presence graced his office, there was one thought that consumed Scaramouche. What you would taste like between your thighs.

You'd given the messenger he'd send out to find you a very weird look. The message he delivered made the look linger on your face.

It said he wanted lunch.

Now, you'd offered to make Scaramouche something to eat before, only to have him tell you off, saying that he didn't need human food. You assume that eating, like sleeping was an optional luxury for him to do occasionally.

When you got to his office, you expected him to scoff and call you an idiot for not having any food with you. Truthfully, try as you might it was hard to figure what exactly he would even like to eat to begin with.

"You normally don't ask for food, but if you tell me what you want to eat, I can get it for--"

"C'mere," Scaramouche cut you off, making a come hither motion with his finger. They way you worded yourself was amusing to him.

You gave him a suspicious look as you made your way over to his desk. "Huh?" You said in surprise when he put his hands on your hips, lifting you to sit on his desk.

Rolling his chair back a little, Scaramouche spread your legs, his lips pulling into a smirk. "I desire something of a different delicacy," He said, pushing your skirt up your thighs some.

You blushed when you figured out what he meant. You couldn't say that you secretly hadn't ever thought about how capable his tongue would be. His smirk widened when he realized you had connected the dots.

Besides, he was your boss. You weren't in the position to refuse him.

Nor did you want to.

He hmmed with approval, and leaned forward in his chair. The way his fingers felt brushing against the skin of your inner thighs made you shiver. "I figured you would be sensitive to the slightest touch from me," He taunted, looking up at you before he pressed the tip of his tongue on your clit outside of your panties.

It only took a few licks and swirls of his tongue to draw shaky sighs of pleasure from you, your clit started to throb and swell. Your arousal coupled with his saliva was starting to soak your panties.

You whined a little when he withdrew his tongue. "Off," He commanded, licking his lips watching you take your panties off.

Spreading your legs wider, Scaramouche licked a line down your cunt, gliding his tongue back up to swirl around your clit. You gulped, doing your best to swallow back the moans threatening to sound from your throat.

"Don't you dare hold anything back from me," He growled into your cunt, giving a warning glare up at you. He prodes the tip of his tongue against your clit, pleased when a loud moan met his ears.

Scaramouche groaned in bliss, vibrating it against your cunt as slipped his tongue inside of you. You tasted even better than he'd imagined. He'd lost count of how many times he'd cum in his hand jacking off to the thought.

Moans poured loud and unabashed from your mouth as his tongue worked over your cunt, sucking and licking. Successfully sussing out every sensitive part effortlessly.

He gave each one equal attention, gripping your hips to hold you in place while you writhed on his desk. Your hands found their way to his head, making him moan as you pressed his mouth against your cunt.

Feeling your orgasm building strongly in your core, you gasped when your walls started clamping consistent and sensitive around his tongue. He alternated between swirling his tongue around your walls, coming up to latch his lips on your clit, sucking relentlessly.

"Cum for me, pet," Scaramouche purred, his tongue eagerly awaiting your release to gush onto his tongue. The more he licked and sucked he discovered that you truly were the taste he had been constantly craving.

Even your body couldn't refuse his command. Letting out a loud whimper that broke into a sob of pleasure , you squirted on his tongue. Your taste had worked him up enough to starting panting softly as he lapped up your release like a dog who needed water on a hot summer day.

Needless to say, you would be spending the rest of your day locked in his office with him with your panties off, wet and ready for him in case he desired a snack in between meals.

[sailing-through-hawkins]

✧ written for 'charm' ✧ word count: 548 ✧ rated: T ✧ cw: creepy in the luring kind of way ✧ tags: other!eddie ✧ @steddiemicrofic (≧∇≦)ﾉ⁠✧

The ringing wasn’t that annoying, mostly because it meant his favourite guest had arrived.

“Meow.”

And there he is, with the little charm on his collar. Steve has no idea how it makes a jingling sound but it’s so cute, he doesn’t really care.

“Hello precious,” Steve greets and opens his windows out to let the black cat in. Robin always complains and calls it a hazard, but she also baby-talks to him so Steve doesn’t take it to heart.

But the cat doesn’t come in. He stares at Steve with wide eyes, eyes as red as the jewel of his charm. Huh. He didn’t know cat eyes could be red.

The cat meows again and hops out of the window. Steve takes his coat, locks his front door and steps out. The cat meows again, hopping along the street and Steve follows.

“Meow.”

Steve blinks. The cold air has finally hit his skin and has him shivering except – he’s been cold for a while, hasn’t he? He’s been – he’s been walking for a while, his legs ache so much. Steve looks around, the shadows of the empty road crawling around him, and realizes he must have left town ten minutes ago.

How –

The cat.

The one that always came to their window and asked to be let in, the one he followed all this way.

Where is it?

“Aren’t you a little far from home?”

Steve swivels around, hand grasping out for – for what?

A man smiles at him from the middle of the road. It’s too dark to see his face but he can see his eyes.

Pretty, pretty red.

“What are you doing here, stranger?” the man asks as he holds his hand out, crooking a finger in a ‘come-hither’ kind of way.

Steve stumbles over. “I – I was following this cat, where –“

The man’s (pretty, so pretty) red eyes widen, and he barks out a laugh. Steve smiles with him. “A cat, huh? In this cold? Oh, you poor thing.”

The moment he said that, the chill of the wind bit at Steve’s ears, and he shudders.

“Oh no,” the man tuts. He steps closer to Steve, pulling him in by his waist and adjust his own thick, fur coat around the both of them. “Is that better, sweetheart?”

Steve smiles, and he knows it’s his dopiest one because it’s the one that would always make people laugh and call him an idiot.

The man’s smile drops and his (beautiful, bloody) eyes flare angrily. He holds Steve even closer, even tighter, and Steve feels so warm. “They’re not worth it, sweetheart. We’re here now.”

Nuzzling into his neck, Steve sighs happily.

“That’s it, darlin’,” the man murmurs and he sighs too. “You don’t even remember me, but I’ve been so lonely without you.”

“Without me?” Steve frowns and goes to look at the man, Eddie, in the eye but a cold, clawed hand presses his face back into the warm skin. “Why were you without me?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore, does it?” Eddie chuckles and Steve hums. “You’ve got me now and I’ve got you. Just like we said.”

Steve peeks over Eddie’s shoulder, where the lights of the town fade into the shadows. Just like they said.

[vixensbrainrotts]

The one behind the mask

Content: Short imagine

Tropes: tattoo artist! reader, hairdresser! reader, vaguely gothic! reader, Draken is kind of obsessed with the reader here, but nothing really too deep

Warnings: some mention of scissors and tattoos (lmk if i missed anything)

Summary: Takemichi has to find out more about the past-you, so he decides to ask around the gang to see if anyone has any connections. To his luck, Draken deems him fit to meet you, and so Takemichi gets to experience your expertise first hand

Vixen’s two cents: This is such a random idea, idek where it came from but lmk if you like it or not. Also! Requests and asks are open, and if you’d like to be a moot (to perhaps proofread or triangulate ideas) pleaseeee feel free to message me!!!! Now enjoy

"She's the best at what she does, trust." Draken's voice left no room for argumentation, his gruff voice sealing the deal as he leans back into the couch behind him. He was on an endorphin high of sorts, his confidence boosted due to the fresh lineup he just got, the growing hair now cut shirt, his signature style refreshed.

Akkun frowned behind Takemichi a little, a bit disheartened by the 'threat' you posed to him and his future business. "So... She cuts hair and therefore she's under special gang-internal protection?"

Draken chuckles heartily and shakes his head. "No, no. More than that. She‘s the best tattoo artist i know too! Ask any guy who got a tattoo in the past three years who tatted it, and she's your answer. She does it well, too. I remember back when a guy wanted an impossible coverup for an ex's name- she made it work, right as rain! And there was an awful lot of ink to cover."

Takemichi didn't quite grasp why or how you achieved the status you unintentionally had in the gang, but it was vital information for his future, real-time version. When Naoto had asked him to research you a little closer in person, Takemichi had expected you to be another fierce gang leader- one who dons the same scary-looking plague mask as you in the future.

What he had not expected was to learn that you were apparently a hairdresser-tattoo artist fusion type thing. Why did you play such a big role in the future? Sure, he understood having a favorite barber, Akkun being the best example for that, but placing them in the closest circles of a highly criminal gang for exclusive trimming rights? That's a little far, no?

"You don't get it, do you?" Draken asked, his hands on his thighs, rubbing them as he rose to a stand in one movement. Takemichi flinched a little, a bit taken aback at how easily Draken would read him. "No, not really. I-" Before he could finish, he was interrupted.

"What's this about?" he was cut short by the other twin Dragon. "Mitsuya-kun!" Takemichi startled. "Y/n. He doesn't quite get why she's has the place she has here." Mistuya's eyes widened a sliver at Draken‘s words, and he threw an arm around Takemichi's shoulder. "You got any plans Hanagaki?" Takemichi shook his head no in response. "Good, 'cause we're givin' her a visit."

And with that, Takemichi's fate was sealed. Mitsuya and Draken pulled him along towards their bikes, Akkun tagging along behind him per Takemichi's request. The group settled onto their bikes and drove off, and Takemichi tried to keep track of the path from hither to thither, but lost track after the turns got too confusing.

After a while, both bikes came to a stop, pushing down the Kickstands in front of a grungy-looking little shop, the doors glazed in a matte cover, only leaving an outline that looked like a Plague-doctor's mask. Ah. There was a parallel he could draw. "Is this the place?" Akkun asked, his voice laced with a bitter touch of distaste, probably intimidated by your place in the hairdressing market.

"Yup! This is where dreams are made a reality!" Mituya spoke, his voice a lot livelier and genuine than usual. "She's gonna have a field day with you Mitchy." Draken snickers as they push open the doors to the shop, a little jingle playing in response.

"What's that supposed to mean-" Takemichi's voice died in his throat when his eyes fell on the interior. Dark, weird, gothic, wonderful. Those were the words that come to him t describe your shop. Kooky portraits, lacey details, and a million different shades of black were highlighted only by the mahogany of the front desk and the dimly glowing lamps and candles littered around the walls and surfaces.

There was a black bulletin wall with a few dozen sketches pinned to it, the title "Please let me put this on you" in the center of pictures of flowers, bugs, lace designs, birds, and many, many others that didn't fall into the eye too directly.

On your desk and on a shelf behind it laid a few skulls of animals Takemichi couldn't even begin to place, the only hint being the type of sharp, white teeth they did (or didn't) have.

There was a scent of something in the air, but Takemichi couldn't place that either. It was a pleasant mix of natural and synthetic, a unique mix that lingered in his nose and clouded his mind with a very welcomed sense of calm.

"Coming." An unexpectedly soft voice called. What however emerged from the corridor leading off to somewhere next to your desk, looked nothing like the voice Takemichi just heard. The guy was almost bigger than Draken and just about the same amount of bald, his face littered with piercings and clad in a style much too modern to fit the shop.

The guy didn't talk to them however, he only turned to the desk, pulled out a wallet, and started fidgeting with the bills. With his back turned his scalp was on display, an impressive image of a burning, hyperrealistic black and white skull faced the group. It was new, they could tell by the slightly red skin, and the shiny coat of a second skin placed carefully overtop. Takemichi held his breath. So that's what you do. Draken pointed a finger at the fresh tattoo and pulled his brows upwards for a moment, clearly impressed with how clean it looked.

Then a second pair of footsteps sounded from the same hallway, and this time Takemichi was sure it was you. Lo and behold your figure emerged, clad in something much more appropriate to the shop's aesthetic, black latex gloves still on. "Ah." you looked a little unimpressed when you caught sight of the group looming in your reception.

"Didn't I just get rid of you?" it was purely rhetorical, because the moment you passed them, you were tending to the guy standing at the desk, showing him a clipboard and then mumbling a price at which the guy nodded and passed the money, saying his thanks before bidding you a pleasant afternoon before leaving the shop, the door falling shut and the little jingle playing again.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure?" You ask, sorting the money into the register, separating the tips and putting them into a little box beside it. "Hi y/n." Draken started, grinning from ear to ear. "Hello, Ken. Speak. What do you want?" You didn't spare them a glance as you finished up and pulled the gloves, chucking them into a bin under the desk.

"Right, so, I've brought you someone in desperate need of your assessment." Draken finished finally, stepping to the side to reveal Takemichi in your line of sight, and it was as if you felt the shift, you looked up.

When your and his gaze locked, a shiver ran down his spine and he could feel sweat trickle down his nape. He gulped and shakily brought up a hand to send you a little wave. “Oh fuck.” You mumbled to yourself, eyes darting form his face to his hair and down to his face again. “Yeah alright thanks for the charity case.” Takemichi didn’t know whether to feel offended or not.

“It’s bad, isnt it?” Draken leaned over your desk and jerked a thumb over his shoulder at Takemichi. “Worse.” You replied curtly and then waved your hands at the group, ushering them to back up a little. You bustled your way to the hallway, waving a hand to them again. “Come then.”

You left the group a bit aloof, but after a few seconds of standing in silence Draken and Mitsuya started following you into the side rooms. Take Michu and Akkun shared a look before following cautiously, a little unsure of what to expect.

Once they entered a room you had already set up a chair in front of the biggest mirror Takemichi had ever seen, and were sorting out different tools and products on a tray in front of the mirror. Draken and Mitsuya had taken a set on a couch adjacent to the seat and were idly chatting about this and that to you in terms of the shop as well as a few questions regarding your previous client.

Idle chit-chat halted when you laid eyes on Takemichi and gestured for him to sit. “Well then, please sit.” Takemichi shares a brief look with Akkun again, who by now has taken seat in the grandfather armchair beside the couch the others were on. “Mkay..” he mumbles and sits stiffly.

“Relax!” You say as you come up behind him “You look like you’re about to shit yourself. I promise i wont stab you or anything.” Your face morphs into something that might resemble a smile before you grab his hair cautiously, carding your fingers through it, judgemental eyes scanning his hair. “Hmm Ken, when i said you should bring me your worst i didn’t really mean it.“ Ken laughs in response “You should know me by now, i dont make promises i cant keep!”

You roll your eyes a little “I would have appreciated a heads up if i knew that this is what you’re bringing me…” you pull the hair out of his face and tilt his head to different angles. “He has a good face with strong features, its just unfortunate how he’s decided to work with it.”. You speak as if he’s not in the room with you.

After a few moments of silence you release his head again and grab the scissors hanging from your belt pointing them at Takemichi through the mirror. “I know what i have to do with him.”

Mitsuya and Dranken whooped in response. You tell him about what kind of hair he has, how to treat his scalp, what colors and shades would (and wouldnt) suit him and how to style it properly.

By the time you’re done, you and him had agreed on a cooler, slightly darker shade of blonde as well as a more maintainable cut thats easier to style. Then you began unleashing tool after tool, product after product, and Takemichi thinks that this is the longest and simultaneously shortest hour he’s ever experienced.

When you finally deem your work as finished, you have him turned away from the big mirror in anticipation. “You ready?” You ask him with a slight smile on your face and grab the back of his chair, ready to spin him around. Before he answers, Takemichi looks over to the guys sitting on the couch.

Draken nods approvingly, “You’ve dont it again y/n, i cant believe it!”. Mitsuya wolf-whistles jokingly, “Damn Mitchy! Your girlfriends about to be real happy.” and Akkun’s mouth hangs open in pure admiration “How...? what…?” And thats all the approval he needs to turn nod at you, allowing you to turn him around.

For a second Takemichi wasn’t sure who was looking back at him through the mirror before he realized that it was his reflection, eyes just as wide as his felt, but the hair about a million times better than the last time he looked at it. All of a sudden he understood why the guys cared so much to keep you to themselves- you were a one in a million find.

“So.. What do you think” you ask, knowing well what the answer was. Takemichi wishes he could have answered but the words caught up in his throat, so he stayed open-mouthed like a fish out of water. “I think he likes it.” Draken answered for him and rose to a stand, the others following suit behind him. “We’re done here then.” You conclude and pull the cover off of Takemichi’s still frozen body.

“How much do i owe you?” Takemichi finally chokes out once Akkun had pulled him out of the seat and towards the shop’s front. You glance up at Takemichi and shake your head. “Nothing. I had enough fun fixing you, so perhaps just consider coming back when time’s due?” You walk behind the counter, checking something that looked like a schedule. “Now it was a pleasure doing business, but i have a client coming in for a sleeve in half an hour and i think i want a lunch break beforehand.”

“Thank you so much!” Takemichi says again before turning to the door, running a hand through his hair confidently. Akkun follows closely behind him, keen on inspecting the new cut from every angle, whilst Mitsuya throws a “We’ll leave you to it then!” Over his shoulder to you and leaves the little shop as well.

Takemichi is still too caught up in the bliss before he realizes that one of them is missing. “Wait!” He stops abruptly, “What about Draken?!” Akkun gasps in realization too and goes to turn around but is quickly stopped by Mitsuya who pulls the both of them along.

“Leave him to it, I think he’s getting lunch before his appointment so dont you worry about them.”

[thus-spoke-lo]

Meant to Be Yours // Doflamingo Donquixote x afab!reader NSFW/18+

cw: afab!reader [pronouns not used, but reader referred to as "girl"]; extremely dubious consent/non-con elements, including sexual coercion and manipulation; degradation; degrading language/pet names [reader receiving]; humiliation [reader receiving]; masturbation [m + f]; vaginal fingering; facial + cum-eating; d/s undertones; doflamingo is his own content warning™ WC: 4k // AO3 Link

You stand in the corner of the immense room, watching Doflamingo as he sits behind his ornately carved wooden desk, poring over stacks of papers, his occasional grunts and sighs disrupting the otherwise peaceful silence of the room. You look down at the floor, your gaze flitting up now and again to take in the sight of him, your hands clasped in front of you.

You have no idea what it was that you’re doing here—why some sweaty, breathless lackey came down to the humid castle basement and whisked away from your laundry duties in the early hours of the morning. You have no idea why you were robed in a long, plain, ill-fitting sack of a dress, and brought to stand in the king’s office, instructed only to be quiet and still. That was all—you were not to dust his bookshelves, not to bring him tea, not to fluff his pillows, only to stand in the corner by the door with eyes on the floor and hands to yourself, and not to utter a word unless requested so by the young master. It was still unclear why you stood here, but it was, you thought, certainly preferable to scrubbing the blood stains from the young master’s trousers.

“This is excruciating,” he says aloud, his hand pressed to his forehead in some sort of agony, and he huffs an exaggerated sigh. “I have no patience for this drudgery.”

You keep your head bowed but glance up at him, allowing yourself a quick view of the king of Dressrosa. He leans back in his immense chair and twirls his pen in his hand, the sunlight glinting off the gold accents. You look up at him, fascinated by the size of his hands, and the way the pen seems to dance between his long fingers with such ease, it was almost mesmerizing. You’re so distracted by his motions that you don’t even notice that he is looking directly at you, his predatory gaze settled on you, looking you up and down.

“What are you staring at?”

Your heart leaps into your throat at the rasp of his voice, your limbs quickly draining of blood, and you freeze. You quickly look down at the floor again, unsure if you should speak or if you should remain a silent piece of furniture, a quiet decoration in the corner. “I—I’m sorry, Sir, I didn’t mean to—”

“Don’t grovel unless you’re instructed, I find it repulsive. Now look here—look at me.” He waits for you to meet his gaze again, the intensity of it hidden by the gleam of his sunglasses; he crooks his finger and moves it in a come-hither motion. “Come here, girl.”

Your body refuses to move, and you stall the best you can, your mind racing for words, any words at all, to respond to him. You finally manage to eke out, “Me, sir?”

“��Me, sir?’” he repeats back, mocking you as he snorts a laugh. “Do you see anyone else here?”

You shake your head. “No, sir.”

“Then come over here.” Doflamingo reclines in his chair and smiles at you in a way that makes a chill run down your spine, and a small spark ignite in your belly, one you quickly fight to disregard. “I’m bored. I’d like you to entertain me.”

You stand next to him, weakened under his predatory stare. “How, sir?”

A dark and low laughter echoes in the room as he grins. “Strip.”

Your mouth falls open, and your arms immediately cross over your chest, holding yourself tightly—how dare he? How dare this—this tyrant demand you to strip, when you’ve never so much as spoken to him before? You had only seen him in the long, winding halls of the castle, passing by him in silence, bowing your head as you would try to catch a glance at him out of the corner of your eye.

You quickly gather whatever courage you had and start to object. “But—”

“But what? Are you new here, girl?” He places his hands behind his head. “You’ll undress for your king, or you’ll suffer the consequences. It’s your choice.”

“But sir—” You glance over your shoulder, using your chin to gesture to the open door and the massive windows that look out into the busy hallway, lackeys and members of his so-called “family” moving freely within the castle, your body on full display for every stranger that happens by.

“Oh, what? Them?” He scoffs. “Do you think they care about what I do in here? I could kill a man in front of any one of them and they wouldn’t say a damned thing. They wouldn’t even blink.”

You open your mouth to speak, to protest his demands, but only a strangled croak emanates from your throat as you wring your shaking hands.

“Still no? Fine. Listen.” He shouts out into the hall, “Everyone! I’m about to make this little toy I’ve found strip for me, does anyone want to see?”

You watch as the men that stand outside the door, holding tightly to their rifles, do not even seem to acknowledge him, nor do the passersby in the hall—they go about their lives, not paying him any mind.

“See? What did I tell you, girl?” Doflamingo offers you a sly grin. “They’re too involved in their own petty business to care about what I do in here.”

“I suppose so,” you mumble, your last possible excuse to refuse him now disintegrating between your fingers as his laugh echoes in your skull.

“Now,” he says, his voice low and sinister, “strip.”

“As you wish, sir.” You slowly remove the stiff, floor-length dress you had been made to wear, your hands trembling as you unbutton it, sliding it off your shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. You stand before him in only your bra and panties, shivering as the cool air of the room grazes your skin.

“That’s better.” He slowly lowers one hand and lets it drift down his muscled chest, down his exposed, rippling abs, down to settle on the front of his pants. He gives himself a squeeze through the fabric and groans. “Now, the rest of it.”

Acid rises in your throat as you watch him begin to touch himself, feeling sick that he wants to use you as a visual aid for his pleasure, yet feeling sicker that you can’t take your eyes off him, that there’s some part of you that wants to watch. You slowly unclasp your bra from the back, sliding the straps down your arms and letting it fall to floor, then pull your panties down your hips and kick them to the side, finally standing before him as vulnerable as he desires.

“My, you’re much sweeter than those rags would have had me believe.” He hisses through his teeth as he starts to grind against his hand. “I knew you had a pretty face but this—this is exquisite. Why don’t you turn around for me so I can see the rest of you, and stay like that for me?”

There was no point in trying to resist, Doflamingo had made that apparent; you turn to face way from him, letting him see you from the back, his voracious gaze settling on the curves of your ass, no doubt. Your heart pounds in your chest, shaking your body with every beat, when you suddenly hear the unmistakable sound of a buckle, then a zipper. The air slowly leaves your lungs—you choke back the urge to turn around, a perverted curiosity slowly creeping up your spine. You would be lying if you said you had never thought about it, if it had never come up in hushed conversations among some of the other workers, whispers and giggles about how impressive every part of him must be.

The sounds of his movements, the whispered “fuck” under his breath now and again was lighting a fire inside you, one that was becoming just a little too warm to ignore. This was your one chance, and you quickly glance over your shoulder and feel a deep heat in your face at the sight of his frighteningly massive cock in his hand.

He catches you in the middle of your furtive glance and grins wantonly. “If you wanted to see it, you could have just asked politely.”

You have nothing, no words, no excuses, just a heady mix of shame and fear coursing through you.

“Mm, I’ll tell you what,” he says through a sigh, “we’ll make a little deal. I’ll let you watch me, and you’ll give me something to watch. Put on a little show for me.”

“B-but I—”

“On the desk, girl. And don’t make me say it again.”

You turn and walk towards him, your eyes fixed on the sight of his massive hardness, trying hard to avert your gaze. He pushes his chair back to accommodate you, and as you slide between him and the desk, his imposing size becomes even more apparent—he nearly eclipses you, even as he remains seated.

“Well? Go on now.” He smiles at you as he holds himself in his palm, twitching as your leg accidentally brushes against his.

You stifle a whimper as you lift yourself up onto the tall desk, the glossy wood cold against your bare ass, and you sit with your hands in your lap, waiting for him to give you direction, afraid of what he might do if you get it wrong.

“On with the show,” he whispers as his thumb makes idle circles over his tip, until it pulses, turning a deep shade of red as It does. He slides his hips forward in the chair, thrusting his pelvis up slightly towards you. “Now spit on it for me.”

You lean forward and spit as commanded, a thick puddle of foamy drool landing on the head, the rest of it dribbling down your chin and onto your chest.

“That’s much better,” he grins, as he spreads your saliva over his length. He leans back in his opulent chair and waves his hand at you, imploring you to entertain him, to grope at your own body for his sick entertainment.

You slowly raise your hands to your breasts and softly squeeze them, kneading them, letting your fingertips graze your pebbled nipples as you let out the occasional soft sigh, too filled with dread and too busy trying to stuff a feeling of desire back down your own throat to do much else. Doflamingo appears bored as you half-heartedly grope at yourself, and he grunts in displeasure at your disappointing display.

“Don’t just sit there, girl. I asked you to give me a show, and I expect that I’ll receive one.”

You drop your hands to your sides. You already know—you know what he wants you to do, but you want to hear it from him, you want to hear it roll off his perverted tongue. “What—what would you have me do?”

“Well, since you can’t seem to think for yourself, I’ll explain it nice and clear,” he says with a moan as he slowly runs his hand up his length, his palm easily moving over it with the aid of your saliva, his shaft glistening. “I want you spread those delicious thighs for me. Let me see if that cunt is as beautiful as the rest of you.”

You swallow hard, squeezing your eyes tight for a moment, and do as you’re told. You open your legs, your thighs spreading apart to reveal yourself to him. You grit your teeth as he stares at you, licking his lips and moaning softly, feeling more exposed than you thought you possibly could.

“Even better than I’d expected,” he murmurs through a ragged breath. “You really are quite a specimen, aren’t you?”

“I—um, thank you, sir,” you mumble, a wave of embarrassment threatening to drown you.

“Now touch yourself.” He cocks his head at you, and gestures between your legs. “Touch that pretty little cunt of yours. Pleasure yourself for me.”

You reach a trembling hand down, brushing past your downy mound, and start idly touching your clit, a small gasp on your lips as you feel how sensitive you’ve become. The way he looks at you, the way he licks his lips as you start to move your hand faster, disgusts you, yet fills you with some strange sense of longing and purpose.

“That’s more like it,” he mutters, barely audible over the slick sounds of his hand stroking his generous length. “Keep going, show your king how you please yourself.”

A small moan tumbles out of you as you insert a finger inside yourself, shame roiling in your belly at just how wet you’ve become. It was nearly inevitable, unable to help yourself from picturing his glorious, throbbing hardness, wondering how it would feel pushing past your folds and pressing against your waiting entrance.

A deep noise rumbles in Doflamingo’s chest, a mix of a groan and depraved laughter. “Look at how soaked you are. You’re dripping all over my expensive desk.” He lowered his voice. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, girl?”

“No.” You shake your head, reluctant to acknowledge your own blatant arousal, trying to ignore the growing warmth between your legs, the sinful way that watching him fuck his fist was making you flutter and pulse uncontrollably.

“Don’t lie to your king, brat,” he spits at you, a wicked smile stretching across his lips. “Your body betrays you. You’re probably sitting there right now, wondering if you could even take all of this, aren’t you? Wondering if your king would even grant a toy like you the privilege of being fucked by his cock?”

Your mouth drops open, a shaky protest spilling from your lips. “S-sir, I would never let you, how dare you—”

“You can keep your filthy secret if you like, but I know the truth.” He throws his head back and groans, a sound that reverberates in your ears, and he rhythmically bucks up into his fist. “And for the record, I would unquestionably make it fit in that wet little cunt of yours, one way or another.”

You bite down on your lower lip, hard enough that you fear you may have drawn blood, as you barely suppress a deep moan, a gush of your juices coating your hand. The thought of him driving his way inside you—taking what he felt was his, indifferent to your pleasure—was all you could think about, all you could imagine in your sick mind. As all rational thought drains from you, replaced with thoughts of Doflamingo’s ruthless lust and immense strength, you recognize you are almost nearing your peak, right on the edge of release. Every time you approach the edge, something keeps you from going further—perhaps it’s fear, perhaps it’s shame, perhaps it’s your body simply denying you for hell of it, but you start to feel exasperated as sweat rolls down your temples and your hand begins to cramp.

“Aww, you look frustrated, pretty girl,” he growls, his voice creeping up your spine. “What’s the matter? Can’t get yourself off?”

“No, I can…” you whine, frantically plunging your fingers in and out, using your other hand to rub your aching clit, making desperate circles over it with your fingers, chasing after relief but only finding yourself winding tighter and tighter like a piano wire.

“It doesn’t sound like it. It sounds like you’re needy, and wanting.” His tone belies a depraved hunger. “Such a pathetic toy, can’t even make yourself cum when asked.”

Tears well in your eyes as you gaze up at him, the disgraceful desperation written over every inch of your face. He pauses his ministrations and leans forward, his face close to yours, his warm breath on your skin. His voice is utterly dripping with condescension as he looks you in your water-filled eyes and asks, “Do you need me to do it for you?”

Without hesitation, you nod your head, livid at your response but desperate for any way to feel release as your stomach muscles tense to the point of pain, your thighs shaking, hands weak and slowly becoming useless.

“That’s a good girl,” he responds through a shivering breath. He raises a hand to your face, using his middle and ring fingers to tap your cheek. “Open.”

You open your mouth as if on instinct, and he slides his fingers inside.

“Get them nice and wet for me.”

You lavish his fingers with your tongue, coating them in spit with ease, unabashedly moaning as you did.

“Perfect. You listen so well.” He continues to slowly stroke himself, the head of his cock growing redder and more swollen, as he slips his dampened fingers past your swollen pussy lips and inside your dripping cunt. He crooks his large fingers upwards and moves them in and out with ease, your body accepting him, pulling him in, clenching around him as though you were meant to fuck yourself on his hand.

A lewd groan comes out of you, as if he punched it out of your lungs. He reaches inside you so deeply, filling you with just his hands, in a way you never could, in a way you’d never felt. As he thrusts roughly into you over and over, burying himself to the knuckles, he places his thumb down onto your clit, and he chuckles at how you yelp, electric currents running through your limbs at his touch. You feel yourself almost tipping over the precipice, almost near a glorious release, but you won’t allow it—you won’t allow him to be the cause.

“It doesn’t do you any damned good to deny yourself, does it?” Doflamingo’s breaths become harsh and uneven, his words spoken through gasps of his own pleasure and yours. “I can feel it, you know. I know what I’m doing to you. I can feel how close you are.”

You shake your head, tears streaming down your cheeks. You won’t, you can’t. Not for him, not for this corrupt tyrant—he can rule over whatever else he wants, but not your body.

As if sensing your intense struggle, he thrusts his fingers into you fast and frantic, delving deeper with each rhythmic push, feeling you pulse around him, making your orgasm a near-inevitability. At last, he leans down, his lips brushing against your tear-stained cheek as he whispers in your ear in a tone you would almost mistake for kindness, “Why don’t you cum for me, sweetheart? Can you do that for me?”

There was no more resistance, no more denying what you needed—you needed him. A strangled wail catches in your throat, his name trailing off your tongue with ease, as he finally brings you to that final shattering release, your body overcome with great shuddering, clenching spasms. He shatters you into pieces like it’s nothing for him, and there is nothing left to fight, only to give in to every single warm wave that washes over you.

“Don’t look so surprised, my little toy,” Doflamingo coos in your ear as you grip he edge of the desk, barely holding yourself upright as the last echoes of your orgasm move through you. “It shouldn’t be a shock that your king knows how to please you better than you can please yourself.”

He removes his fingers from your still-trembling cunt and holds them up in front of you, showing you the clear, sticky strands of your slick, like webbing between his two fingers. He swipes them once more between your sensitive, puffy folds, coating his hand in your wetness like a prize he’d won from you; he coats his length with it, inhaling sharply at the feeling of your juices dripping down his shaft.

“Now sit there and watch, girl,” he hisses as he rocks his hips up, thrusting up into his fist, his movements becoming more erratic with every stroke of his aching length. He throws his head back, his jaw slack, as you watch his cock throb and pulse, and you feel yourself clench as precum leaks profusely from the reddened tip, clear sticky streams running down onto his hand. His breaths are reduced to shallow pants as he stands up from his chair, your face nearly meeting his waist, and hovers over you, his massive height becoming frighteningly apparent.

“You’ve been an entertaining little toy,” he says through ragged breaths, his arm moving faster and faster as he jerks his cock with wanton abandon, his abdominal muscles twitching and tensing with every rapid movement. “Now open that pretty mouth—it’s time to receive your reward.”

You quickly obey, opening your mouth wide and sticking out your tongue, knowing what was about to happen, almost welcoming it. Doflamingo groans in blissful agony, his hips bucking with staccato spasms as thick, white ropes spill out of him, splashing onto your face and tongue, dripping down onto your breasts, droplets spraying onto your thighs. His magnificent body shudders as he leans over and wipes the tip of his still-leaking cock on your upper arm, the last few drops of his release smeared on your skin, as if to claim you.

He holds out his fist, his hand coated in his spend, and taps it against your lips. He whispers shallowly from his aching lungs, “Clean up your mess. Don’t miss a drop.”

You meet his gaze and hold it, unwilling to look away as he watches you lick the salty liquid from his palm, your tongue licking every inch of his wide hand, greedily swallowing every sticky drop that you lap up until you’ve cleaned him completely, save only for your glistening saliva.

He stands back, his body looming over you like some sort of lustful demon; he looks you over, inspecting you in your ragged state. He lets out a deep and vicious laugh. “Look at you. Look at the mess you made of yourself.”

He tucks his softening cock back into his trousers before zipping them up, and leans down to collect your pile of clothes on the floor. He tosses them at you as he returns to his seat, once more reclining in the plush chair, an expression of undeniable satisfaction written across his smug, handsome face. “Go clean yourself up.”

You nod as the shame catches up with you finally, moving through you as naturally as blood through your veins, and you slide down off the desk. “Yes, sir.”

As you start to walk away, feeling the now cooling cum dripping down your face and body, Doflamingo calls for you, his voice softer, almost gentle. “Wait. Come back to me.”

As if by some sort of possession, you resist all logic and reason, reject the lucidity that tells you to keep walking, to run and never look back, no matter the cost, no matter the consequence, and you slowly turn and shuffle back to where he sits. You stand beside him, one nervous hand on the arm of his chair, and watch as he retrieves a handkerchief—a perfectly pure-white cloth, embroidered with his initials in gold thread—out of his desk drawer. He turns towards you and grasps your jaw in a way that your lust-addled mind could almost describe as tender, and he cleans his sticky mess off your face, carefully wiping at your skin, getting every last streak.

“There we are, that’s much better, isn’t it?” He pats your cheek, the last tap just a little too firm, just a little too intentionally cruel, and a satisfied sigh escapes his lips. “You are such a perfect, pretty little thing, aren’t you?”

“Th-thank you, sir,” you stammer, your pulse racing, some sick part of you that you would deny to your last breath finding pleasure in his compliment.

He grasps you by the cheeks, squeezing them so forcefully that your lips form a pout, keeping you in a vice-like grip that hurts, a hurt you somehow—inexplicably, worryingly—don’t mind at all. He grins at you, chuckling softly. “I knew I chose you wisely. I think you’ll make a fine pet for the king after all.”

[kittykai1103]

Soft dom Toji being your first time is a reoccurring thought for me

Warning: SMUT

“I-I don’t think it’ll fit t-toji” you say watching as he pulls his semi hard cock out of his sweats your already so exhausted from foreplay and he’s only been fingering you. “It’ll fit we just gotta keep stretching out this pretty pussy baby” he says as he begins working in a third finger, you moan out as you already feel so full. Toji begins to pick up the pace he’s fingering you at moving his fingers so they make a delicious “come hither” motion causing u to push ur thighs together slightly only for him to push them back apart with his free hand. As you lay there moaning and shaking you hear Toji making soft noises you open your eyes to see him stoking his cock while watching his fingers slip in and out of you with ease, a bead of precum leaking out the tip. Looking up to make eye contact with you he says “ your making me so hard baby, I can feel you squeezing my fingers.” At this point you can barely take it, “can you put it in now Toji. P-please.” Without saying another word toji takes his fingers out of you and lines himself up with your entrance, “ready?” He questions looking you dead in the eyes. “Ready” you say staring back at him. In one swift motion he pulls you legs farther apart and pushes into your plush walls groaning as u let out a loud moan. “Fuuuuck” he says as he settles himself completely inside of you his head falling into the valley between your breasts. After the two of you compose yourself Toji begins to move causing you to moan a few thrust later he hits that spot that causes your moth to fall open in a silent scream and your back to arch. “RIGHT THERE TOJI YES” you scream as he takes notice to your drastic shift in movement. “Right there slut you want me to keep fucking u there hmm” he says as he grabs the back of your thigh pushing it towards your chest so he can get to it easily. “ yes fuck yes” you say your voice getting higher and just barely above a whisper, Toji chuckles at your response. Toji begins thrusting into you so hard the bed frame began smacking into the wall creating a lewd song from the sound of his hips meeting yours and your voices singing together. “Toji I think I’m going t-to pee” you say feeling an unfamiliar feeling creep into your core sending static through your body all the way down to your toes. Toji already knew you were getting close from the way your pretty pussy fluttered around his cock and the cute squirming motion you began doing. “ that’s okay baby just let it all go on me” he says pushing ur legs even farther back fucking you in a full on mating press, your knees pressed squarely into the mattress. If he wasnt fucking you so hard you might have even been embarrassed you were being railed in such a position. To be honest you didn’t even know a position like that existed. a few thrusts later and you were practically screaming his name as you creamed on his cock. Your essence leaking out of your core and making its way down to your bottom. Toji threw his head back eyes shut loving the way you tightened with you released. You slumped down against the pillow letting your body relax as you felt Tojis hips begin to stutter as he came almost immediately after you with a low “fuuuuck” leaving his throat before he went still falling into your chest as your legs took purchase on his shoulders. “ how you holding up darling” Toji said head still in between your breasts after you two caught your breath for a minute or two. “ hmmm” was all you could say two busy focused on the feeling of tojis cock hardening inside of you. “ good cause I’m not quite done with you” was all Toji said before grinding his hips against yours.