#But If you purr it in his ear while he's bent over all nice for you then you'll be able to feel him shiver against you

[nappingmoon]

toji x hybrid!reader (kitty cat <3) nsfw

thinking about being toji’s little cat hybrid who loves playing hide and seek with him. he comes from work and expects you to be waiting at the door but instead he’s greeted by the sight of your little bell collar abandoned.

you do this every so often, getting the urge to play and insisting that he’s cheating if he can hear your bell clink as you move (either way it never takes him long to find you.) today, though, toji was pent up. shiu was giving him shit all day and then his client tried to stiff him, making up some excuse about wanting the assassination done in a different way.

“kitten, come on out i’m not in the mood to play.” he grumps, and is met by silence. his steps are heavy as he walks through the house and he barely catches the pitter patter of you moving from one room to another. “baby, i’m serious, you’re not going to like me if you make me find you. i’m giving you a chance to be good; you won’t get another.” he calls out.

there’s nothing but a continued silence; you’ve made your choice. sighing, toji walks toward his room. it’s your favorite place to hide in. your ears go flat and you start to wiggle your hips into go mode, ready to run off the second he gets too close. you keen your head to look towards where his feet should be coming into view until you realize you can’t hear or see him anymore. your ears go back and your tail flicks from left to right, shimmying back from your place under his bed, already working on your plan to get into the closet when you feel a hand grab on to the scruff of your neck. you scramble to get further underneath, heart racing, but it’s useless. in just a second you find yourself held in the air, face to face with a very very angry toji.

he’s got you bent over his lap and your ass is raw from the spanks. he grumbles, “should’a listened to me kitty. could’a been nice to my pretty kitty cat but you had to go and hide from me.” his hand comes down again and you mewl out a sad “twenty-three”. it had been far more than twenty three— toji made you restart every time you forgot or miscounted. he rubs his hand over butt, the skin hot to the touch. “only two more, pretty. you’ve got this.”

and you do. he lands a palm on each cheek to finish it off and you’re sobbing softly by the end. he picks you up and places you on his lap gently, aware of how tender you are at the moment. he takes your chin in his hand and places a kiss on your nose, murmuring a small, “good, kitten. knew you could do it.” his thumb comes to your cheek to wipe the tears there and immediately pops between his lips to lick them up. at the sight, your ears twitch and your tail starts to curl around his leg. as his thumb goes to your other cheek to do the same thing until he notices the needy look in your big eyes. “did all of this make my little kitty cat hot ‘n bothered? did having your ass spanked raw make your pretty pussy all wet?”

ask he moves his fingers from your hips to your cunt, you squeeze your eyes and nuzzle into his neck, knowing what he’s going to find. “shit, you’re drippin’ baby.” as he dips his fingers into your slick, bringing it back to rub over your clit, you can’t help but paw at his chest, nudging your head further into him, feeling his stubble prickle deliciously against your skin. he continues playing with your clit and the combination of the feeling and the sounds you make overwhelm your senses, bringing out from within you a purr.

at the sound, toji brings his other hand up to scratch and ruffle between your ears, teasing, “my kitten’s feeling all good now, huh? s’that all it took?” and while his hands feel amazing, it’s not enough. you move to straddle his hips, wincing a little when you accidentally sit and the throbbing returns. you grind into toji as you pepper kisses over his face, your purrs coming out louder every time you go to pucker your lips. toji sits amused as you do this using him to get off but obviously not getting enough. “you need a little help?” he asks as you reach his mouth, kissing and leaving little kitten licks over his scar.

your whine of “yes, please” is all he needs to hear before he maneuvers you onto all fours on the bed. as he unbuckles his belt, you drop your chest down and stretch stretch stretchy your hands out, wiggling your fingers at the end. he’s taking to long and you go to wiggle your hips, too, but he grabs them, kneading the skin that was left untouched by his earlier punishment. he twirls your tail around his finger, then traces down the arch of your spine. it brings goosebumps over all of your skin and as you open your mouth to protest his teasing, all that comes out is a gasp. toji wastes no time in easing his length into you, bringing your hips together in one motion.

from there on, not much but mewls of toji’s name and soft little ‘please’s leave your mouth. you claw at the bed as his hips relentlessly thrust in and out of you, his dick hitting all the places that make you see stars. with his left hand he grips your waist so hard you know it will be tender tomorrow, bringing your body towards his and ensuring that you don’t run from him. he brings his right hand around to your chest, sliding between you and the bed to pinch your nipple. you keen and grasp at his hand- though to stop him or encourage it, you don’t know.

toji groans in your ear and you know he's speaking to you but your brain can't seem to keep up with all of the stimulation. soon, both hands of his are on your waist, flipping you over and laying you on your back. he's quick to grab a pillow and slip it under your hips before inserting himself back in your heat. the change in angle throws you for a complete loop and you find your muscles tensing as you cum. toji chuckles as he wraps your legs around his waist and you know he isn't done with you. his hand comes up to your face, gripping your cheeks and forcing your jaw open. he continues rolling his hips into you, fucking you through your orgasm, and gathering spit in his mouth before leaning over you. even in your haze you stick your tongue out, breathy as you manage to keep your eyes on him. he spits into your mouth and you smile, swallowing eagerly and opening up again to show him how obedient you are without him even needing to tell you. at the sight of you so happy to swallow his spit he groans, his dick twitching inside of you. your walls clench in return and he drops his head into your neck, thrusts becoming sloppier. you wrap your arms around his back and drag your claws down it feeling the ridges of his muscles as they flex and tense to work himself into you.

knowing he's close, he presses down on your stomach, working you to your peak once more. you try to swat at his hand, the pressure too much, too soon, too good. your head moves from left to right and it is all so much and all you feel, all you can breathe in is him him him. he picks his head up from your neck and suddenly, all you can see is the green of his eyes as he whispers into your mouth. "cum. cum on my dick again and i'll fill you right up. come on, filthy kitty. I know you're so close. cum." at his last command he presses down again and you see white.

when you open your eyes again, toji is in a pair of dark sweatpants and walking into the room with a glass of water. "oh, hey you're finally up." he makes his way to the bed and scratches gently under your chin. he tilts the glass into your mouth, making you take a few swigs of the cool water and swiping your lip with his thumb before placing the cup on the nightstand. he sits on the bed you work your way under his arm into his lap, hissing at the sting of your ass as you settle in. "sorry kitten, I rubbed in some cream while you were napping but it's still gonna hurt for a bit." he says, frowning at the furrow in your brows. "you feelin' okay? I know it was a bit much. you squirted all over me and passed out. ya scared me."

"mmhmm" you reply sleepily. "a lil sore, but I feel good. you always make me feel s'good." you rub your head into his chest again as he gathers you in his arms, getting under the covers and leaning over to flick off the light switch. you fall asleep to the rhythmic beating of his heart with a small, content smile on your face.

toji kisses the top of your head before letting himself relax, alleviated from the stress of his shitty day and back with his favorite girl. he rubs his hand up and down your back, the motion slowing as he fades into a restful sleep.

[taleofturtleclan]

MOON 11

“It’s going to rain soon.” Tidechaser had been staring at the tiny patches of sky visible between the branches of the dense trees.

“Again?” Currentheart complained, tail high to show he was being lighthearted about it. “As though we haven’t had enough of that this past half-moon.” 

Sand had to agree with his former apprentice. In the time since Spindlefleck’s rite of passage, the weather had turned. Dustjump, Brokenmast and Shell had all commented on how shockingly mild leafbare had been, with only a pawful of freezes and no snow whatsoever. Sand couldn’t really comment on that–it was only his second real leafbare–he’d been born during leafbare, but the only one he remembered had been spent first inside his twoleg’s den, and then on the ship with the others before the storm. Tidechaser hadn’t seemed shocked by the weather though, commenting that it had been only slightly milder than normal. He had, however, warned that as they approached Newleaf, the rains would start to pick up, and on that front, the tides seemed eager to deliver. While it might not be cold enough to freeze, there was still a chill in the air, and patrolling in cold rain was no cat’s idea of fun.

“If we move quickly, we might be back at camp before the rain hits,” Sand suggested.

“Yes please!” Currentheart exclaimed, picking up his pace. “We can’t be far from the last scent marker now, but it’s so hard to tell with this weather. Everything just smells like wet dirt.”

“We’re close,” Tidechaser confirmed, taking the lead. Sand let him move ahead without contest. He might be Shell’s second, but Tidechaser had a knack for picking up on the faintest of scents. Besides, if he led, it gave Sand an opportunity to catch up with Currentheart. He matched his pace to the younger tom’s strolling beside him in comfortable silence for a time before speaking. “So,” he started. “I’ve noticed Spindlefleck has moved her nest nearer to yours.” Currentheart stumbled, and Sand let out an amused purr. “So there is something between you two!” 

“No!” Currentheart denied. “I mean, maybe… I don’t know. She’s nice, and I like her as a friend but… I’m not really looking for a mate right now, you know? I’ve still got a lot of growing to do before I’m ready to make a decision like that, and so does she.”

“That’s a very mature perspective to take,” Sand meowed. “But I hope she knows that’s how you feel about it.” 

“I need to talk to her soon,” Currentheart admitted. “But it’s hard to find the right thing to say. I don’t want to reject her outright, but I don’t want to lead her on, either.”

“You should tell her what you told me,” Sand suggested. “Be upfront. Honest. How she reacts is up to her, and it will probably give you your first real idea of whether or not she’s the kind of cat who would be a good match for you, someday.”

“That’s good advice,” Currentheart purred, pressing his flank against Sand’s. “All these moons later, and you’re still teaching me new things.”

“Only now you’re not required to listen to me,” Sand teased. 

Currentheart responded with a playful shove, but before they could continue the conversation, Tidechaser broke in.

“Sand, Currentheart, you should come take a look at this.”

Sand pricked his ears, focusing his attention back on the patrol. Tidechaser sounded cautious, though not afraid. He whisked aside his tail to reveal a pile of prey bones. Sand bent down to sniff at them. There was the faintest scent of cat clinging to the bones, but it didn’t smell like anyone he knew. “Someone has been here recently. Not today, but maybe yesterday or the day before?”

There were a few cats that hunted on and around the area the survivors had marked out–it wasn’t something Shell was particularly concerned about, as the boundaries were more to set limits on where the cats in their group ranged than to keep anyone out, but she did like to stay aware of who was hanging about. 

“It’s definitely recent,” Tidechaser agreed, “but that’s not why I called you over. Look at this.” Tidechaser kicked a sodden scrap of fur that Sand hadn’t initially noticed. It was a partially eaten bird, rapidly turning to crowfood.

“Ugh! They didn’t even bury it?” Currentheart meowed, his voice thick with disgust.

“Maybe they had to leave it,” Sand murmured.

“That’s the part that worries me. A catch this big? No cat around these parts would just leave it like this. They’d bring it with them, or bury it if they couldn’t.”

“So why didn’t they?” Currentheart wondered.

“Let’s spread out and look for signs,” Sand suggested. “Maybe they were just spooked by a loud noise, or maybe it was something more. If a threat has moved in here, we need to know about it.”

The three toms slowly worked their way out in different directions from the abandoned prey, combing over every inch of ground. It had rained hard the night before, so any tracks were long gone, but there might be other signs. Before long, Sand came upon a small tree with deep gouges in its thin bark. Sand narrowed his eyes, opening his mouth to try and pick up a scent. There was a touch of something strange… but what…?

Sand closed his jaws, swallowing before opening his mouth again to call Tidechaser over. As he did, a thick musky scent slammed the roof of his mouth, nearly choking him with its strength. What was that? Instinct kicked in, sending his mind into overdrive as he tried to match the smell to a creature, or to at least come up with something analogous in his scent-memory, something that would tell him if he should flee or stand his ground. Nothing. It bore no resemblance to fox or dog scent, but it was far too heady to be prey. Uncertainty gave way to fear, and suddenly his mind was telling him to–

“Sand, MOVE!” Tidechaser’s yowl was louder, sharper than he’d ever heard before, but the warning came too late.

 The undergrowth trembled, and a beast emerged from the brush, huge and solid and dark, covered with bristling hairs. Everything seemed suddenly vivid to Sand as the world slowed around him in the face of this new, foreign terror. He could see each thick, black hair on the creature, could see the gleam of saliva in its pink maw, opened wide in an enraged squeal to reveal what looked like two long, gleaming fangs on either side of its jaw. 

 It felt like he should have enough time to get out of the way. He didn’t. He was frozen, forced to watch as the rest of the world trickled by him at a snail’s pace. Sand knew he was directly in its path, knew it was going to gore him with those sharp tusks, knew that he was going to die right here, right now, if he didn’t spring out of the way. Why can’t I move? Why aren’t my muscles responding?

The beast bore down on him while his instincts screamed at him to run, to flee, to hide, all to no avail. Sand stared up into the gaping maw of his own demise, watching death inch closer and closer. The world caught up to Sand’s racing mind and he was tumbling away, pelt skidding across the damp earth. There was a moment of confusion. He was still alive… wasn’t he? Had the beast turned away at the last moment? No, something had definitely hit him, but the blow had come from the side, not from the front. Something had pushed him out of the way at the last second. Someone had… saved him? Realization crashed into Sand with the force of the storm that had slammed their ship up against the rocks all those moons ago, changing their lives forever. Sand shot to his feet, shaking his head to clear the mud from his eyes.

Bright ginger fur against the damp forest floor. Red blood seeping into the mud. No.

Sand was dimly aware of Tidechaser howling with rage, leaping up and on top of the beast that had attacked them, clinging to its back as it snorted with rage. But those things might have been happening in another world for all the difference it made to him. All of his attention was on the figure collapsed in the mud. He had to be okay. He isn’t moving. Sand crossed the distance between them in less than a heartbeat, skidding to a stop beside Currentheart’s side. Blood was spilling out of a deep gash on his side, staining his white patches red, pooling on the ground around him before soaking into the earth. There was so much blood. “No, no no!” This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t. 

Currentheart jerked, coughed, tilted his head. He cracked open a single amber eye, and Sand dropped to his belly beside the young cat who he had watched grow from a spoiled, selfish kit into an ally, a friend, a warrior. “You’re alright,” he managed to choke out. “You’re going to be just fine, Current. We’ll get you back to Dustjump and she’ll fix you up, she’ll heal you like she healed Brokenmast and Foam. You’re alright. It’s okay. I’m here. I’m here.” Sand knew he was babbling, repeating the same words again and again. It didn’t matter. He had to say it, had to speak the words into reality, make them true. 

Sand fell silent as Currentheart drew in a slow, ragged breath. “Hope I… lived up t’… the name…”

Currentheart gave one final, painful wheeze and fell still, his head lolling to the side. Sand wailed. He wailed and wailed, his jaws still open long after his cry had petered out.

The clouds broke open, and the promised rain began to fall.

A/N: Sorry guys :(

[sedge-and-sanctuary]

Moon Eight - Frostcreep

Sedgeclan has no Deputy!

Coniferstar and Snowstreak find a dead cat by the thunderpath while on patrol. Harebolt has an encounter with a Starclan cat. Clan Rule Established: No cat of Sedgeclan is permitted to cross the southern border.

Cats Mentioned: Coniferstar - 28 moons - Leader Harebolt- 106 moons - Medicine Cat Snowstreak - 107 moons - Warrior Rookpaw - ?? moons - ???

“He’s lying to you,” A voice says, from over Harebolt’s shoulder. Harebolt turns, bristling. Did every strange cat she came across have to sneak up behind her to start a conversation? “You could start with ‘hello'.”

The cat who’d spoken laughs; a stranger to her, though Harebolt knows most of the rogues and loners of the tundra, at least in passing. A thick-furred black tom, with bright, glittering green eyes. Young– but big, for a loner, and well-muscled. In the early, Frostcreep night, his fur looks almost silver; brushed paler by the waxing moon. He blinks a greeting to her. “Hello, then. I’m sorry. But there isn’t very much time.” Harebolt frowns. “Why not? Why does every tom I meet lately speak in riddles?” He dips his head, apologetic. “I don’t mean to. I’m only passing on a message.” “From who?” Harebolt’s fur bristles. “You’re not with Boss? I’m not alone, you know. I have a clan to back me.” And that is a nice thing, about their strange new lives. That she can say, I’ve got backup, and can mean it.

But the stranger shakes his head. “No– no. Harebolt. My name is Rookpaw. I came to find your leader. But I–” Harebolt shivers. “How do you know–” An owl stoops, suddenly, some hare-leaps away, a shadow dropping from the sky. A rabbit shrieks, as its talons strike home. Harebolt swings around to look; her claws unsheathing. An embarrassing, instinctual display. A cloud, drifting over the moon, plunges the tundra back into darkness, and hides the owl from her sight. Harebolt can still hear the wet, messy sounds of it eating, smell blood drifting in on the wind. She shakes herself, irritated, and turns back to face the stranger- Rookpaw. But he’s nowhere to be seen. Harebolt blinks. The wide, Frostcreep tundra sprawls around her, its reds and golds all washed to silver, in the night. Harebolt’s spine prickles; she glances up, uneasy, some dread in her like a hunted thing. She hears, again, the sound of the rabbit, dying; a high, red scream, in the dark. A black cat could hide, easily, in the undergrowth, with the moon covered as it is. But… She scents the air. Salt, blowing in from distant waters. The fragrant, last-ditch blooms of sedgegrass, and of shrub. No cat-scent except her own. Shivering hard, in the chill of a sudden wind, Harebolt turns tail, and flees for home.

When she arrives, Snowstreak and Coniferstar are already back from patrol, their heads bent close together. They both startle, as she bursts into camp, whipping around to face her. Snowstreak’s pelt is bristling, just like Harebolt’s; her shoulders, too, have an uneasy set. Harebolt pauses, collecting herself. Studies the other cats. “Is everything– alright?” Snowstreak doesn’t answer, right away, but moves to press her forehead into Harebolt’s chest, trembling a little. Harebolt breathes out a sigh, and licks Snowstreak’s ear, forcing out a comforting purr. She always felt bigger– stronger, when Snowstreak leaned on her like this. The strangeness of her earlier encounter fades away. “It’s okay,” she says, gently. “You’re fine.” “Your mate and I just had a bit of a scare, out on patrol.” Coniferstar’s expression is warm, watching them. “I find myself a little shaken, too.” Harebolt blinks at him, gratefully- nothing wrong with Snowstreak, then. Snowstreak speaks up, finally, though she stays tucked up against Harebolt’s shoulder. “I wasn’t hurt, or anything. But– there was a cat. By the road, I mean. When we were out.” “The thunderpath,” Coniferstar says– a gentle correction. Another of those strange, clan-cat words. “He had been struck. We weren’t swift enough to help him.” Harebolt looks up to meet his eyes; he looks… troubled. But when he catches her looking, his expression flattens out; wiped clean, like sand smoothed as a wave recedes. “It’s silly,” Snowstreak says, sniffling. Harebolt blinks, and turns back to her mate, pressing in closer. “I know– I didn’t even know him. I just–” “No,” Harehold says, soothingly; though her pelt prickles, with some instinctual unease. “It isn’t. I’m sorry that happened.” “Me too,” Coniferstar says, quietly. “The land that way is dangerous– my friends. I think it best if no one ventures to that thunderpath again.” Harebolt’s ears twitch back. “The southern one? By that human’s place, the–” “Twoleg,” Snowstreak says. “That’s– what they’re called, isn’t it?” “Twoleg,” Harebolt echoes, after a moment, a strange weight settling in her stomach. “I gather raspberries by there. The… twoleg grows them. In his garden.” Coniferstar’s eyes sharpen, just for a moment. Harebolt blinks; had their leader spotted her? That day, a few moons back, when she’d seen him out by the trailer? But he only ducks his head, after a beat, contrite. “I know it won’t be easy. But I believe this is a sign; Starclan sent this cat to us– to me. As a message.” I’ve come to find your leader, that strange cat had said. A cold wind slithers in, between the boundary rocks, and goes right through Harebolt’s fur. I’m passing on a message. “The only thing that comes that way is danger.” Coniferstar sighs. “I’m afraid the risk is just– too great. From this day on; no Sedgeclan cat will be permitted to venture that far south. I regret that this... stranger had to die, in order to pass on the warning. But– from all frosts, a thaw.” "Yeah," Snowstreak says, her voice still a little shaky, “I’m just glad it wasn’t one of you.” She pulls away from Harebolt, and bumps her forehead, gently, against Coniferstar’s shoulder. Their leader purrs, and leans into her touch. And Harebolt’s pelt feels cold, in her sudden absence.

[sin-sidejob]

Robotus Alpha Beta x GN Reader

La Petite Mort

- Notes: NSFW, GN + uses a strap and harness, MINORS DNI, AB takes a strap up the ass and falls apart. French duress?

- translations: amateur hour here, brace yourselves for French grammatical error and mistranslations

- I wrote this for @outismisc initially and edited it since I kinda’ popped off? Anyways, enjoy AB getting fucked with you using French

Robotus is feeling the weight of that silver alloy tongue, quips gone and melted into the slurry of his brain, coding and systems whirring and thrumming in a blend of turned on messes.

“Oh good, you can listen, good to know. Open your mouth for me and wet this up, I won’t bother with lube - spit’s all your getting since it’s the only way you can make your mouth useful.”

You don’t spot his eyes glitching until you grip AB by the chin and nudge the silicone past his lips upon his obedient tongue.

“Ah, Quelle jolie bouche tu as, ma petite pute.”

Ah, what a pretty mouth you have, my little whore.

AB’s barely able to translate what you are saying, the words floating like alphabet soup while he sucks on the silicone, diligent and eager while he feels cool hands plant on his thighs and forces them open a little wider, body straining to acquiesce at your ministrations.

“Je me demande si je vais même m’intégrer ici dans ton cul serré.” your mouth drawls in an accent near his ear and you get to watch as drool spills forth around Alpha-Beta’s mouth, in a dribble down his chin.

I wonder if I'll even fit in here in your tight ass.

“Aw, ma petite pute, doing so well. Such a nice change in behavior. Feels better, obeying, doesn’t it?” He nods and doesn’t answer except a hum around the silicone and you reward him with a hand smoothing up the globe of his ass.

Aw, my little whore.

“Penchez-vous et prenez-le.”

Bend over and take it.

Robotus nods and whines then gasps partially once you pull forth the silicone dick from his mouth, cooing in a dramatized show of pride for him once he sees how slicked up it is.

“Tu as fait un si bon travail, une si bonne petite salope pour moi.” you all but purr, degrading him in a softer tone but merely using him at this point.

You did such a good job, such a good little slut for me.

“Mieux vaut tout prendre et faire votre travail.”

Better take it all and do your job.

Ro just stutters out, sound broken like a crushed voice box, “fuck - just, just please.” You shush him, yanking his hair back while you slot the now slicked up silicone into the harness.

“Oh mon cœur, ne sais-tu pas que les bons jouets ne parlent pas ?”

Oh sweetheart, don't you know good toys don't talk?

Then your hand slots the flared silicone cockhead in Ro, the tight ring of muscle giving easily with how absolutely overwhelmed he is, inch after inch sliding inwards like his ass was built to take it just for him. Good little fuck toy.

“Vous voulez juste être penché, n'est-ce pas?” You ask, hands gripping the broad hips of Ro while you bury your dick deep. “Avoir besoin de quelqu'un pour baiser la discipline en vous, vous mettre en ligne.” You utter, propping hips back before snapping them forward, lurching Robotus onto his forearms when his biceps buckle.

You just want to be bent over, don’t you? Needing someone to fuck the discipline in you, get you in line.

“Je baiserai toujours l'obéissance en toi, ma précieuse pute.” You taunt, punctuating with thrusts that make skin audibly smack together.

I will always fuck the obedience into you, my precious bitch.

It goes like that for a while, you fucking the thoughts and coherency out of Robotus and rendering him into a limp barely intelligible thing, once so powerful and omnipotent now pathetic. Réclamé.

Claimed.

“So fucking strong, huh? Tellement intimidant et puissant.” you taunt again, a hand now snaked down and pumping ro’s aching, stiff dick haphazardly, keeping him on edge and laying there.

So intimidating and powerful.

“Je devrais te rendre utile et juste garder ta bite, t'utiliser pour des pièces.” and Ro keens at that one, arching and fucking back onto your dick in a pathetic display that brings a laugh from you.

I should make you useful and just keep your dick, use you for scrap.

“ Aw, look at this, tu le veux tellement et tu ne penses qu'avec ta bite, n'est-ce pas ?” your eyes spot the bubbling tears from ro’s lashes and slam your hips harder, seeing tears roll as he moans brokenly getting obliterated both mind and body.

you want it so badly and think only with your dick, don't you?

“You’re crying?” You laugh, hand lowering to tug at his balls, rolling them in your palm and loving how Ro just shakes, barely able to hold himself up even though he’s bent over, collapse very tempting.

“Tu perds des larmes, petite chose triste. Tu ne peux pas me supporter de te baiser le cul comme tu me l'as demandé, et tu pleures ?” your voice is thick, deep in tone it verges on treacle but has none of the sweetness. All bite.

You are wasting tears, sad little thing. Can't stand me fucking your ass like you asked me to, and you're crying?

You spot Ro’s shaking legs and the frequency of his stuttered glitchy groans, stifled into his forearms. “Aw, tu vas venir me chercher ? Allez-y, vous avez été bon.” You grant, measuring thrusts and running a hand through his hair.

Are you going to come for me? Go ahead, you've been good.

You yank his hand back, arching Ro’s spine and watching him cry out. “Mais vous devez pleurer pour cela, le gagner comme une bonne petite chienne obéissante.”

But you have to cry for it, earn it like a good, obedient little bitch.

In a fleeting moment of coherence, AB mutters out with his head yanked back, moaning out in broken, unintelligible French “Je serai b-bien, sois ta petite pute”

I'll be g-good, be your little bitch.

You beam with pride, tugging his dick a final time before rolling his balls in his hand, fucking Robotus through his orgasm that waves through him like a full system shutdown, legs buckling and grasping at surfaces with white knuckling strength. He glitches out versions of your name and terms of endearment, raising and lowering in choppy barely there clips.

He cums so hard it nearly clears the other side of the room, splattering and landing in a spray that slowly turns to a puddle beneath, emptying the entire reserve in one fell swoop from the complete reset.

He’s a mess, cum stained and hair in disarray, face tear stained and still gasping all the while you shallowly thrust, eager to see if you can get him to speak French again.

You kiss his ear, bucking a little more to invoke a groan that gets a gasping sweetheart from his throat as you nip at his ear. “Bon travail, bien-aimé, je te baiserai pour dormir en un rien de temps.”

Good job, beloved, I'll fuck you to sleep in no time.

[celeana-gueshoon]

Dance Hall Days

Astarion has some heavy realizations about his feelings.

Warnings: None, mostly just fluff

AO3

Celeana smiled brightly, mead settling warm in her belly while music filtered beautifully through the tavern. The panels of her robe swayed as she danced happily, a giggle erupting from her chest as Astarion stood on his toes and she bent down for him to twirl her, his own laugh bubbling up at the surely absurd scene. He snorted as he caught his love when she tripped over her foot, hauling her back to her feet while she laughed wildly.

“It's nice to see Fangs and Strings happy, yeah?” Karlach sat at the table, cheek propped on her hand as she watched the odd couple dance around the dusty floor, giggles and a whipping tail. She glanced at Shadowheart and Gale, her own tail wagging softly.

“I suppose they have earned a little joy.” Shadowheart murmured with a small smile as she took a swig out of her stein. Gale crunched his nose a little, still questioning what Celeana had seen in the pale elf, however he couldn't deny that the joy looked good on her- on both of them.

“One night of recreation is absolutely deserving, especially after the journey so far.” He agreed, gaining an approving grin from the rosy tiefling.

“What are you talking about?” Wyll inquired as he got back to their table with a new round of alcohol.

“‘Bout Cel and Astarion,” Karlach supplied, nodding in thanks to her drink, both of them looking up in time to catch Celeana twirling Astarion now, both with bright smiles and flushed faces.

“Makes you a tad envious, doesn't it?” He inquired softly “that even during all of this, that something can bloom…” Wyll shook his head “I'm still wary for her, but she seems so happy.”

“Then we should be happy for her too!” Karlach asserted, smacking her hand down on the table. “Until proven otherwise, I'm glad they got together.” She nodded with a humph.

“Here here.” A buzzed Shadowheart agreed, lifting her mug before going back to watching the people of the tavern enjoy the night.

Astarion chuckled at his less than dainty partner as she happily sang along with whatever shanty the other bards were playing now and danced to enjoy herself. Her hair was mussed and tangled while a deep magenta flush coated her face and was working its way down her neck. The robes Alfira gifted her glittered beautifully in the flicking lantern light.

Had he any breath to steal, the sight surely would have done so.

Celeana froze her movements when she caught him staring. “what's wrong, My Star?” she inquired innocently, the loving name slipping off of her tongue as she gently grasped his hand.

“not a thing my darling Moon” he breathed softly. “Gods, you are beautiful.” The words tumbled out of the rogue’s mouth faster than he could process, making his tiefling smile.

“You think I'm beautiful?” She gently squeezed his hand now, as she leaned down closer to hear him better.

“More beautiful than anything, Sunlight.” He murmured into her ear, gently cupping her cheek and pulling her into a soft and loving kiss. The urge and action surprised the Vampire, that hadn't been part of his plan…. But his plan fell apart ages ago, he supposed. Real love and affection for the creature he was currently holding truly was blooming in his cold dead heart, seemingly warming him from the inside out.

Soon, he decided, right there on that dance floor, soon he'll tell her the truth… but not tonight, she's shining much too bright for him to dull her light.

Celeana, hummed softly, wrapping her arms around his waist and swaying gently while her tail swished happily behind her. The large tiefling nuzzled into his silver curls, appreciating his scent as a purr began to rumble in her chest. Astarion blinked for a moment before wrapping his arms around her tightly and relaxing into the feeling, listening to her heart and the rumble of her contentment.

He could get used to this.

They both opened their eyes when they heard Karlach approach. “My turn, Fangs!” She teased him, grinning when Celeana laughed, beaming up at her.

He could get used to that too.

He playfully rolled his eyes, tsk-ing at her with a small smile. “If I must share, I suppose.” He took a step back, Celeana's hand held in his own as he gave a small bow while he kissed her hand. “Until later, Little love.” He murmured gently to her, his smile softening at her bashful laugh, giving her hand a small squeeze before joining the others back at the table.

He accepted the glass of wine Wyll offered to him with a nod of thanks, his ruby gaze landing back on the two tieflings of the party dancing joyfully together. A light sigh puffed from his nose as he smiled softly at the scene. Together Karlach and Celeana had absolutely no rhythm, but they looked way too gleeful for it to matter. Celeana laughed as Karlach spun her under her arm before doing her little jig, making the storm tiefling giggle at her ruby companion.

“-about her.”

Astarion blinked a few times, humming in question to Gale who had just been speaking. Gale sighed and shook his head. “We all care about her, about Celeana, you know.”

“Ah, yes, well it's quite hard not too. You've met her.” He shot back with a soft fondness tinging his voice. He turned his gaze to the wizard. “I also know that none of you are happy for us either.” He stated matter-of-factly, taking a sip of his wine.

The Wizard sputtered, not expecting the retort, causing an embarrassed flush to color his face.

Wyll and Shadowheart avoided Astarion's eyes.

“My hearing is a lot more sensitive than you all seem to think.” He refused to look back at his present company, opting to watch his partner and her best friend instead. “I’ve heard the comments and quiet conversations.” He schooled his expression and kept his voice low lest the girls hear him from the dance floor. “While I never expected you to be happy for me, why not her?”

“Because we're worried for her.” Gale stated. “You're not exactly a….. safe… person…” he stumbled out.

“So you're concerned I have no self control?”

“He's scared you'll break her heart.” Shadowheart cut in, fed up with the conversation. She turned to Gale “just say some idiotic overprotective bullshit, and be done with it.”

Wyll watched the exchange silently, not wanting to step on any toes. Gale floundered and looked to the Warlock to save him, but got nothing. The wizard sighed deeply and slumped in his seat. “Fine, you're right.” He ran a hand down his face “you won out for her affections, by Gods you better treat her right.”

Astarion pondered his words for a moment. “I fully intend to… Worry not, wizard.” he truly had no intentions of hurting her. He sipped his wine once more, the acrid flavor tingling on his tongue and heavy in his stomach. The truth bubbled there, how he had originally lied. Tried to play her, but then she'd wormed her way into his heart. Shown him real love, and that he could still feel it. His somber expression and mood lightened when he saw the two of them trotting back to the table, all giggles and grins. He held an arm out to Celeana, gazing softly up at her as she sidled up beside him. Astarion wrapped his arm around her thigh, pressing his cheek to her belly as he looked up at her, her cheeks flushed and chest heaving as she caught her breath. “Have fun, my Moon?”

Celeana beamed down at her lover, a clawed hand combing gently through moonglow curls. “I did, My Star.” Nodding in thanks as he offered her a sip of his wine. She swore she could hear him purr softly as he leaned into her petting. “Worn out now, though.” She pouted dramatically, the bard in her shining with her performance.

“Well, can't have that, here, such a strong leader deserves a nice place to rest.” Astarion stood with a flourish and presented the seat he had just occupied, with a small bow. In return Celeana offered a curtsey, and took the seat gracefully (as gracefully as the clumsy tiefling could at least). “A seat fit for a queen.” Astarion boasted.

He let out a startled noise when she had pulled him onto her lap, his arms instinctively wrapping around her neck, and her tail hooking around his legs. Karlach laughed lightly at her friends' antics, scooping up her mug to take a big swig of her mead.

“Now it's perfect.” Celeana mumbled softly, rubbing her cheek against his. She sighed softly, happily, and nuzzled into his neck. Celeana breathed him in deeply, tightening her hold on him.

“You alright, little love?” Astarion murmured lowly enough that only she could hear him. Celeana nodded softly against his skin, humming when he began to pet his fingers through her hair. “Too much going on?” He kept his voice soft, murmuring by her ear. Once again she nodded, staying in her spot, hugging him tighter as she settled down. He chuckled softly, the sound grounding to her.

“You alright, soldier?” The larger tiefling inquired, tilting her head at the scene, her amber eyes flitting up to her vampiric friend. Astarion nodded softly, mouthing the word ‘tired’ to her as he continued to stroke Celeana's hair. Karlach smiled just as softly at the scene. “She loves you, you know.”

Gale and Wyll watched the exchange carefully, sharing their own look at the true comfort Celeana displayed, feeling foolish for their doubts.

Celeana began to doze softly at the comfort and safety her pale elf provided her, the events of the last weeks finally weighing down on her. Astarion smiled softly as he listened to her heart and breath even out.

And he knew.

He loved her too.

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Thranduil and Josie Pt. 155- Josephine in Wonderland

Summary: Narcisse pay a visit. Things get catty for Catherine. Garrett and the Seelie Queen have a lengthy discussion. Is he seeing things? Josie experiences her own vision as does Thranduil. WWJD. What will Josie do? Will she see the truth this time? WWTD. What will Thranduil do? Will the Queen break through his heart again as the two get one step closer to each other?

*Warnings* language, angst, graphic depictions

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Narcisse had headed out that morning with his guards to check on Catherine, for he was relayed the message from the ones at her post that she was chanting and threatening black magic upon them and the warlock lord himself....and he was now at the point where he was ready to release Blaze to shut her up permanently, a freak accident that Charles couldn't blame him for, but the fact he brought Blaze there to begin with would be blame enough. Catherine was her own worst enemy, much like himself, and he knew she would eventually earn her son's full hatred, again, much like he would earn yours if you knew about Thranduil's concealed letter or that he knew your King was alive, or had been.

"Have my ears deceived me in hearing that even in confinement, you are breaking the laws of my lands with black magic rantings against myself and my men?"

Catherine sat on the damp straw scattered ground of the desolate dungeon, sweaty, dirty and hair of a bird's nest, as she turned to see the prim and proper warlock glaring down at her from the top of the stairs.

She turned away with a scowl, having no choice but to listen to him carry on while he pranced down the stairs like a cat.

"Are the accommodations not to your standards? Horse droppings, urine and the stench of death? I felt it only fair for you to share in the misery of what Arion suffered right there where you sleep. I gather it must be quite lonely as well. Would you like some company to keep you warm at night in this cold musty atmosphere? I am sure Blaze would be happy to oblige since he is only right next door, itching to come play a game of karma with you. It appears he has a nice hole started beneath the old wooden door."

"Oh shut up! That wretched beast taunts me all night, sniffing and snarling under the door. Are you really going to make me stay locked in here with him??? It will only be days before he can fit through!!"

"Why Catherine, do I detect the sound of fear in your voice? The voice you can never keep quiet? You no longer have the spell book nor any of your poisons and potions. Your ramblings are purely to get a rise out of me."

"And it worked, quite diligently I might add. I do not need that book, for my memory serves me well of the contents within it."

"Is that so?" Narcisse asked as he teasingly walked over to the tiger's door who had been huffing his hot breath under it since the warlock lord's arrival.

He bent over and extended his arm down, dangling his fingers at the small opening. Blaze immediately began sniffing and snorting at them, then his salivating sandpaper tongue slipped out to lap Stephane's fingers, making him chuckle.

"Yes my friend. I am happy to see you too and I have brought you a treat."

Stephane glanced over at Catherine, who's eyes widened, thinking he was referring to her and then he opened a small bag he had brought with him, pulling out and unwrapping what appeared to be the hind leg of a wild boar. He then began to unshackle the door.

"What are you doing??!!" Catherine shouted and ran behind a pile of straw bales, as if that would protect her.

Peeking out and trembling, she watched and listened as Narcisse commanded the big cat to back up and lay down. The 600 lb gentle giant did as ordered while Stephane offered him some head and chin scratches. A soft rolling roar of love escaped his carnivorous mouth, for large cats of the wild could not purr and then Narcisse stepped back and dropped the meaty treat at the cat's enormous but deadly paws.

Blaze went in for the kill, grasping the carcass with great force and sinking his razor like carnassial teeth into it while Catherine shivered at the sight.

Narcisse then came out and secured the door. With a sly grin, he turned to the cowering Catherine.

"Just a little glimpse of your fate if you keep pissing me off, for I will in fact release Blaze as I have had enough of you. It would be wise for you to hold your wicked tongue from now on. In fact, you should be as quiet as you possibly can, for Blaze is not all there is to fear out here near the dark forest. I am sure you are aware of dead bodies that have been piling up, courtesy of a very hostile Harker and you...well...are simply a sitting duck. Wolves like ducks. Now, I have more important things to tend to. I will try and make it back before Blaze finds his way in and tears you limb from limb."

Stephane proceeded up the stairs only to be stopped by Catherine's malicious words.

"You will not silence me. You will pay for this and so will that whore of a widow...oh that's right, she in fact is NOT a widow, now is she??"

Narcisse could not contain his pent up rage. His eyes began to change, pupils constricting to a state of miosis as he pounced from the stairwell and landed in front of Catherine in his true form. The white tiger, a rare vison only few have witnessed.

He prowled forward as her screaming image reflected in his predatory eyes, until she was backed against the wall. Catherine's legs shook so bad that her knees buckled and she fell to the ground on her stomach, only to look up to see the mammoth monster crouched down, inches from her face.

She was frozen, her eyes locked into those of a demon as he bore his even larger incisors than Blaze's. The deathly roar consisting of scorching peppermint breath blasted over her face, singeing the tiny hairs upon it as the atrocious cat aggressively wagged his tail about.

"Ok ok I will not tell her or harm her!! I swear it!!! I just want my son!" Catherine shouted and cried as she buried her face in the ground, covering her head with her hands and curling into a fetal position.

All went quiet and she opened one eye to look out. She caught sight of Narcisse's black leather boots and followed them up to see Stephane back to himself, leering down at her.

"You will never have him!" he snarled and continued back up the stairs, locking the door behind him.

"No!!" she screamed and ran after him, beating on the door profusely. "I want my son!! I want to see him now!!!"

"Stephane!! Just let me see my son!!!"

Catherine could then hear the horses leaving and she snapped, beginning to bang her head against the thick wooden door in a fit of rage until she collapsed.

Garrett awakened from the prior night's whiskey stupor, cringing at the sunlight shining in on him as he laid upon the tilted couch. His immediate thoughts were to try and find another way to end his existence, for surely Amara's protection mark didn't make him entirely invincible.

As his stomach growled for blood, it became his first idea, that he would starve himself, for he couldn't fathom the animal blood he was living off of anyways.

He went into the candlelit kitchen to pour himself some hair of the dog and as he did so, a woman's voice spoke from the table behind him.

"Whiskey verses true blood?"

Garrett spun around so fast, the glass in his hand went flying through the air as he jumped back against the counter, clinging to it.

"Fucking christ...Amara!!! You can't do that shit to a vampire! You damn near shocked my heart into beating again!" he shouted in panic to the Seelie Queen who now was in the form of a grown woman, a very provocatively dressed grown woman that slightly resembled you with her long copper locks.

"It is one of the choices you are deciding over instead of physical death, is it not? To become human again?"

"Well...I have thought...wait...how the hell do you know that? And...how did you get in here without me sensing or hearing you??"

Amara smiled and stood up, standing almost as tall as the 6'5 vamp. Garrett's eyes widened and a slight gulp rolled in his throat as he watched her come face to face with him.

"Or...with you..being...so...t...tall." he added as he cautiously eyed the teeth that he once witnessed turn into those of a great white shark and mutilate an apple. The sound of that bone crushing crunch still haunted him.

"It's simple really. Magic and faerie blood. No others can detect my kind, that is of course with the exception of those that are like us. Height does not matter and should not be mocked, especially of myself. How was it that you put it daylighter? Short...faerie ass? Also, Amara and Annabelle may begin with the same vowel, but they are two very different names."

"Ahh yes, about that umm. Youuuu are definitely not short...now. Wow, your birds sure sing like canaries don't they? Look...I had a reeeeally bad night alright?" Garrett snipped and went to get another glass.

"Yes, I am aware, which is why I waited until now to arrive. Consider yourself fortunate that I like you Roman, for such mockeries, even if caused by poor judgement of an impaired state, would not have ended well for another." Amara claimed with a smile smiled, revealing her Nosferatu like daggers.

"Ahhhh! Jesus..." Garrett shouted and zipped backwards to the other side of the kitchen, dropping the second glass. "I'm sorry alright???? Can you just...please put those things away? You've made your point....pun greatly intended."

"Very well. Apology accepted."

""It's not like you can kill me anyways. I've already tried, but I'm sure you knew that." he huffed and marched back to get one more glass.

"Yes. I can actually... and I am aware that you have attempted it."

"Are you? Are you even aware of what I am going through? I am a vampire. FIRE should kill me...but guess what...epic fail! Watch this..."

Garrett stormed outside, located the gas can and dumped some on his bare arm, then pulled the matches from his pocket and lit it.

"Yep, nothing to see here. Just a vampire arm on fire."

He then patted it out and tossed his arm in the air. "Look. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Not one burn, bubble or singe. The only thing I get from it, besides being utterly pissed off, is smelling like a freaking lawn mower."

"That's because you are special Roman. You can walk among the light which is a rarity for one such as yourself. Why do you think your maker chose you?"

"Uh hello...I'm not special. I've been marked with some omen! Like Damien Thorn and now I cannot die or even be harmed. I drank dead man's blood for fucks sake. I should have withered up like a prune, right down to my bones. And what does Craven have to do with any of this?? He wasn't a daylighter and besides...dude's dead. You know? Like I would like to be...for REAL. Take it off. I want the mark gone.....please."

Garrett's 'please' was a defeated and sincere whisper as his eyes glistened of tears.

"I...I don't want to feel this pain anymore. Just let me go Amara. I serve no purpose. Not even to..... I'm a monster. I'm the thing that shouldn't be...and I certainly did not choose this life and I certainly don't want it."

"But you do serve a purpose. You...."

"What? To be your daylighter rockstar?? There's plenty other musicians out there that can play music for you. Hit Lestat up. He's pretty damn good and can also walk in the light. I don't even want to sing anymore because....christ, it don't even matter."

"The vampire Lestat does not have your spunk and will that I so adore. He's quite boring to be honest, for I cannot lie. You rid the world of evil, just as you tried to do as a human. That is a purpose. Your human skills and your fire sign were carried over with you. A sign that also means a king, in which you are and were meant to be. That is why you can walk among the sun. The sun is fire. You...are fire."

Garrett began hysterically laughing. "My skills?? I couldn't even save my own sister and I damn near killed my brother because of the life I lived. I was bad then, I am bad now. THAT is what was carried over. Just ask..... forget it...I'm thirsty."

Garrett went back inside and this time, he just picked up the bottle and drank from it.

"You will not be able to starve yourself of blood. The hunger instinct will take over eventually, so it is futile to try. You have the power to heal others Roman, because of the losses you have suffered. That is a purpose in itself and yet, you wish to waste it. Three times now, you were going to reference to someone. It wouldn't happen to be the same someone you shared the life saving kiss with, now would it? The one who is the real reason for all of this."

Garrett's eyes fell and he sat the bottle down. "She...she saw me. The real me. I...I can't deal with that..."

"We all have a dark side, even your Josephine. You have seen mine."

"Yeah...and I'd prefer to never see that again thank you very much...So, you can imagine what she must have thought when she saw the monster inside of me."

"Did you ask her what she thought? You did not. Instead, you ran away like you always do. You do not give that kiss enough credit. The vines knew the truth. Even she knows the truth, even when she fights it. Did you ever stop to wonder if your purpose is really...her...per se?"

"If that were the case, she wouldn't have chosen Narcisse."

Garrett turned back to the bottle and resumed the consumption.

"What choice did you give her?"

Garrett spun around, now angered. "What the hell do you now about love anyways? Did you really come here to badger me about my love life? For I have none. The only thing I have ever been to her is an option. Respectfully, your twisted vines are full of shit."

Off he stormed, back outside to stare at the open wilderness, his stomach pleading with him to go hunt and his mind wanting to release his frustrations, for the whiskey just worsened them.

"If it is any consolation, I know plenty of love and will soon have a king myself. I am also a fan of Rosie." Amara proclaimed as she followed him once again.

Garrett's eyes rolled before he turned around to face her. "Rosie??"

"Yes. Roman and Josie combined. I'm a big fan of portmanteaus...and true love."

The vampire chuckled in confusion. "So you're telling me, you are actually rooting for her and I to be together?"

"I am. But that can't happen while you sit here and wallow. She does not love Lord Narcisse. If any one was merely an option, it was him."

"Yeah well...so who is this new king of your anyways? Anyone I know?" Garrett deflected, giving a curious grin.

"That will be revealed all in due time, just as many things will be. With that said, if you want your one true love, then go and claim her before it's too late. Your best option would be to make her one of you."

Amara thought of Legolas and King Thranduil as well, knowing he was alive. You would surely return to Thranduil and that kept you in Legolas's life. She wanted you far away from the Prince, for she knew how he felt about you. Although she was well aware of the Elvenking's mental return, it would not be enough to fend you off. Garrett's only chance to keep you as his, was to turn you, for Thranduil, she believed, would not be able to accept you as the filth he viewed all vampires and even dhampirs as and would then despise you without the force of the goblin king. Simply, you were somewhat of a thorn in her side that she wanted gone and Garrett could make that happen with one little bite.

"Too late? What does that mean? I can see that dark side of you that you mentioned is quite real. Have you lost your mind?? I would never do that to her...not again. I promised. Not unless she were dying and could not be saved. She has a child!"

"You will see soon enough what that means if you want her heart to belong to only you, for your love is unconditional, unlike others. You have broken many promises to her, have you not? And she has always forgiven you."

"Umm no offense but...you're mad....like Dr. Evil mad. This isn't promising to do the dishes and not doing it, this is life changing Amara! She would hate me and I couldn't handle that. You know...you actually have just helped me to make up my mind. Josephine has the power to make me human again...and that's what I will do, so I can go away, back to my old life and she can move on. Simple as that."

"Is it? Simple? What makes you so certain she would even do it? What makes you so certain that YOU would even do it? How will you explain your 20 year absence to those you knew you and the fact that you have not aged? How will you simply adjust to a world of no magic, no power and without the one you love?"

"Wait...I won't age to 53?"

"Your body died at 33 years of age. It does not know time. If you are returned to solely a human, you will remain as you are, only dull and boring like all Mundanes are."

"Alright...then...I'll just relocate somewhere else and continue living in solitude like I am already used to. I don't have to see my brother or old friends. Ryan didn't care for the man I had become anyways."

"And you'll die. Maybe not right away, but slowly, you will of loneliness and of heartbreak."

"I am already dying slowly inside of those things. At least I'll be able to fulfill my wish of ending it all if I still choose to do so."

"No you won't. You see, the mark of protection I have placed on you, will not even allow you to become human again, so the point is moot."

Garrett's red eyes glowed mad as a hatter. "Are you fucking kidding me??"

Amara glanced off into the distance, as if she had heard something.

"I must go now. I am being sought out...about you. You really should go home Roman. Josephine needs you. The winter solstice is coming soon and it brings great evil with it. You will be grateful for that mark."

Amara disappeared into the breeze right before his eyes, leaving the vexed vampire frazzled and fuming.

"Wait...what???!! You can't just say that and leave!!"

Again, Garrett stomped back inside, not knowing what to do now. Was it you seeking her out about him? Were you looking for him? Were you in trouble? Did you....miss him? One thing he knew for certain, now more than ever...the Seelie Queen was completely bonkers. Like, Alice in Wonderland bonkers.

"Josephine??? Can you hear me baby?" he called out as he heavily paced all around, finding himself now in one of the bedrooms. "You gotta tell me little one. I can't always see and hear you. If you need me, just say it...just say the word."

Silence filled his mind as he paced about, faster and faster until one of the small planks on the floor gave way near the bed and popped up, almost tripping him.

"What in theeee holy shit balls??"Garrett quipped as he saw a shoebox inside the opening.

Down to his knees he went, pulling the small box, covered in cobwebs, out of the dark space, cringing as he frantically shook his hands to get the sticky spider traps off of him.

"Grrrrross. Not today Charlotte." he whispered as he slowly opened the lid.

Garrett was floored by your cherry scent, literally, as it hit him in the face and sent him plopping onto his butt. Inside were three things.

A silver ring that held a ribbon shape, one that was used as a symbol for cancer. He knew you once believed your dad was dying from that but Garrett could feel it, that this meant something else. The second was a deck of tarot cards and on the back of the case, written in ink, was the word....Sarah's. Finally, the third object was a photograph of two girls, young teens, one with red hair, one with blonde, wearing similar dresses. The only difference he could see besides the blonde's silly nose ring that he always comically called a bull ring, were the color of the long locks and the hues of the eyes....and the eyes of the redhead's were....yours, only green instead of the blue Thranduil gave you.

Garrett smiled to see your smile once again, but then it faded as he gazed at the image more and more.

"This...is the Sarah you spoke of?" he once again whispered to himself. You had told him of her, but only the basics.

"Why on earth do you both look like sisters? Twins in a way...even. And why...did you have this hidden Josephine?"

Garrett's thumb happened to be right on the image of the blonde girl as he was staring at yours, wondering what this all meant, or if it even meant anything at all. As he pondered, something forced his now softened blue eyes to travel to the one he believed to be Sarah....and her lips moved.

"Help me." a soft faint voice squeaked.

"Whooaaaaa!!!" Garrett blurted out as he scurried back across the floor, dropping the photo.

Lightly panting as he gaped at the still picture before his feet, he slowly moved back and picked it up again, his eyes big as golf balls, but nothing happened this time.

"Jesus...I seriously need to eat before I lose my mind like the mad queen."

Garrett put the items away and then headed out in search of true blood, that being of human, for Amara was right, his hunger instinct was kicking in and hallucinations were one of the many shitty side effects of such deprivation. It was time to think clearly and try to connect with you.

You wandered through the dark forest, lost and becoming confused, for it was simple to find Amara's portal when you had been with Garrett and Legolas, but now you were alone and vulnerable to the evil enchantment inside it's boundaries. Clearly, you were in the Seelie queen's Wander Woods. You recognized it from when she took you and Garrett there, so you knew you were close.

Every little sound made you gasp and spin around, just waiting to see the hideous hell hound of Harker, biting at your heels or above in the dead trees perching like a vulture, ready to swoop you up, but you were prepared for him with a nice dose of wolfsbane in your pocket, mixed with silverbane, two great enemies of witches and werewolves. At most, it would keep him from shifting and render him powerless, giving you enough time to kill him. Hopefully, he wasn't even there at all.

You called out to Amara in your mind, just as you had been doing for a good hour now. Surely she had to know you were there. The mad faerie knew everything. Was she avoiding you because of Harker? Would she even help you if he were there? Because she swiftly split the last time he was present. One thing there was no question about though. You were going to kick Garrett's ass for this if you ever saw him again, for he was the only reason you were there.

An eerie breeze broke through the crowded lifeless timbers and suddenly, you could sense her. with the beauty she displayed on the outside, one would think she would smell of something invitingly fragrant like roses per se, but she was far from beautiful underneath the magical image she projected. Her true scent was something you could only describe as ammonia, an odor all would steer clear of but not all could smell her. From what you had noticed, elves certainly could, for you remembered Legolas blinking a lot as he neared her kingdom and had kept his distance while in her presence....and you...had Thranduil's blood in your veins.

You followed the throat, nose and eye burning air until you came to a bend on the barely visible pathway. There, you saw the stone gateway that led to her realm.

In your excitement to enter and be free of what you considered far more threatening than her world, you began running, only to begin tumbling down a concealed rabbit hole large enough for a human.

"Uuuugh!" was the only sound able to come out of you as you hit the damp dark underground, flat on your stomach. You turned on your back, trying to regain the air that was knocked out of your lungs and focus on your surroundings.

As you looked up to where you fell, you could see a dim light coming through the giant hole that was covered in tree roots all the way down. You turned about to further see you were trapped. The hole was wide but it went nowhere.

"No...no..no this is not happening. Focus Jo, you can get out of here." you told yourself out loud and closed your eyes, trying not to hyperventilate. It may have been a deep and wide space, but it felt like Peter's locked dark bathroom in the cabin....and you were certain there were spiders too.

The anxiety was squeezing your chest as you tried so hard to fly out, but nothing was happening. You hadn't a clue how to make it happen again like you did the night of your drunken birthday party. As you thought back to that moment, you recalled your emotions were on overload and you had desperately wished to fly, so that had to be it. Your emotions mixed with your will...they made you strong, you told yourself as you tried again. That's how you could always conjure the weather. That's how you saved Haldir.

Still nothing, no matter what you did.

"Why??!!" your shout echoed up the hole. "Why can't it just be natural??!! This is what I was meant for!!"

Giving up, you began clutching onto the dead roots to climb your way out. You made it only a few feet when your ankle was grabbed and entangled but the not so dead roots after all, yanking you back down to fall on your hands and knees.

You cowered up in the center of the ground, wrapping your knees to your chest as you began to rock and pant, your eyes darting frantically about....and then the panic set in. Your eyes planted shut and you began to plead...plead for your King.

"Thranduil!!! Take me away from this awful place, I beg of you!!!"

The only thing that then forced you to open your eyes was the scent of lilacs. Gasping, you saw a vision before you. The elven gates of Mirkwood.

Springing to your feet in disbelief, you began to walk in. In a moment of fear, you glanced back, only to see yourself still curled into a ball, rocking back and forth, but then the lilac breeze drifted over your face and through your hair, calling you back to the path.

You continued on, lightly trembling, through the tree carvings of antlers until you came upon the statue of Thranduil's mother, Carandolel, covered in vines. The only thing visible was her beautiful face, but her look was so sullen, just as Mirkwood was, for the dark forest was growing with disease everyday due to Sauron's shadow.

The Elvenking walked about through his gardens, taking in the beauty of it all, something he had not yet had the chance to do since his return. It was much needed, for it seemed to be the only thing that made him feel at peace over the war between his heart and mind.

He soon found himself at the bridge and waterfall where the two of you united in marriage. Did his subconscious bring him there? for he denied it to be intentional...or was it?

Thranduil stepped upon the bridge and froze, envisioning the moment when he first saw you being brought up to him by Legolas. As he continued over the bridge, his fingertips tracing along the rail, his keen ears twitched, causing him to gasp and turn. Your voice had been heard in the distance, calling for him, even over the loud crashing water. His nose flared as he picked up your scent in the gentle breeze that wisped through his platinum strands. Was this real? Had Legolas returned you to him as ordered? It couldn't be. It was too soon.

The curious king had to know, for he knew he did not imagine it. Not this time. Off he went, following your cherry fragrance into the murky woods.

Your steps were careful as you walked by the enchanted waters, your eyes and ears cautious of the spiders and other dangers that lied within the sick forest. Your emotions were mixed of both fear and happiness, for you were finally home, but you were scared of the pain it would hold. The surroundings were becoming familiar, for it was where you had entered that fateful night, running from Peter. You still had no idea of how you had ever made it that far in the dead of the stormy darkness, especially now knowing that you had been tracked by the dark elf lord Malsin.

Twigs snapped from behind you, just as they did that night and your reaction was no different. Off you ran, your heart racing faster than your feet, your panting loud and heavy as your red cloak flared out, flapping in the wind. Your wide eyes searched for the sight of Thranduil's halls as his scent grew closer.

It was deja vu all over again as your clumsy feet tripped over something and down you went, face first. The snapping twigs were heard again, but this time, right in front of you. You were now shaking so bad as you slowly drew your eyes up. There in front of you, almost at your fingertips, were a pair of black leather boots and draped around them flowed a sliver sequined robe. Were your eyes deceiving you? Had the black puddled waters that one of the boots stood in, splashed into them upon your impact, causing you to hallucinate?

When your vision became crystal clear, instantly you knew the boots, the robe but all you could do was slowly push your hand through the wet gravel and touch the tip of them with your fingers to make sure it was real.

The smooth warm feel validated that they were, in which it startled you so much that you sucked your hand back under your chest as you gasped. The boot also swiftly slid back and a gasp was also heard from the one who wore them.

Your shaking was now out of control as your eyes climbed up the figure's body to eventually meet the befuddled blue eyes of your living and breathing king, Thranduil.

You slid so fast up to your knees, that your hands scraped through the sharp stones, cutting them, but you felt nothing but the pain of your vision.

"Is...are...this can't...Th...Thra...Thranduil??" you stuttered in pattern to your profuse shaking.

His sparkling moonstone eyes gazed down at you in pure shock, so wide you weren't sure how they remained in their sockets, for to him, you appeared ghost like...but to you, he..was the ghost.

"Josephine....." he softly whispered, barely audible, as nothing but his lips moved.

Stumbling to your feet as if you were drunk, you tried to speak, but nothing came out. Had you died in that hole and were now finally with him on the other side? or were you dreaming the entire thing? Alice in Wonderland maybe? and he was the white rabbit? for he shined so bright.

Instead of speaking, you did what you have longed to do since the day he left, you bolted into his arms, burying your face into his chest, crying your eyes out as you inhaled his scent from his satin hair. His heart, you could feel it rapidly beat against your cheek.

Thranduil himself, could not move, for he didn't know what was happening, but what he did know was that he it was a feeling like no other, the warmth of your petite body against his and he had to touch you, he wanted to touch you....to know you were real.

His arm raised up and he softly placed his hand on your shoulder, releasing a tremulous gasp as he did so. All of his control was gone and he brought the other arm up and around your back, gently caressing it, trying to calm your quivering.

"Is...is..is it really...you?" you muttered into his hair.

Thranduil's mouth hung slightly open as he gazed down at your fiery hair, trying to find the words.

"Yes...it is I...my...my...love."

You gasped and flung your head up, tears streaming down your cheeks as your glistening eyes met his, that danced all over your face in astonishment.

'I...I..I never...thought I...would see you..again...I..."

All you could see was his beautiful heart shaped parted lips and you no longer wanted to speak. Your arms slid up around his neck as you pushed up on your tippy toes and you pulled his lips to yours.

Both of you forgot to breathe for a moment, and then he exhaled heavily and took your mouth deeply into his as he cradled the back of your head with his now shaking hand. You thought your knees were going to give, for that was how weak the kiss made you, but his other arm secured you firmly against him, holding you tight as his tongue then found yours. Slowly and softly, they danced together, his sweet taste melting in your mouth like cotton candy.

He momentarily separated his lips from yours, then angled is head to the other side and took you in fully again with such passion, lifting you from the ground. You were now safe in his arms, your feet dangling in the air as you breathed life into each other.

As the sweet kiss slowly ceased, Thranduil expressed the most loving smile and then...he did it...his own special term of endearment that was only for you...he stroked the back of his fingers down your cheek.

"I...I want to stay with you forever my king. I do not want to go back."

Thranduil went to speak, but he did not get the chance, for you were suddenly ripped from his arms, even as tight as he was holding you...you were being pulled away by an invisible force.

"NOOO!" you screamed as you frantically clawed the air, reaching for him.

"Josephine!!" Thranduil cried back and tried to grab your hand...but then, you were just gone.

@redeemer46

[sexellency]

@scumbag-the-devil asked:

"Hey, don't fucking crowd me." Scourge snaps, frustrated at their partially blocked view of Lapis but still resting on their knees and diligently thrusting into her, cock moving back and forth inside her sex. The pleasure is easily enough to pacify him to the point that he's not going to cause any trouble beyond that quip - even with him here.... "Easy, it's not that much room back here." Sonic replies, giving a sheepish smile over their shoulder. Legs bent in a slightly awkward position, he's still having the time of his life gripping Lapis's ass to spread the cheeks apart and taking her ass. The awkward set-up has caused more than a bit of bumping between himself and Scourge, and the green speedster seems to get flustered every time this happens. And for his part... Shadow is just grunting from underneath Lapis, hips repeatedly buckling as they do every thing they can to take the full length inside of her, tightening up around the speedster's cock as it moves inside her sex. The hybrid is totally lost in the ecstatic pleasure of the whole thing, legs wrapped around the older hedgehog's waist as she nibbles on her shoulder.

Overwhelming is the understatement of the goddamn century.

While it wasn’t the first time she’d been in a position like this, it certainly had been some time, and it left her limbs wobbly and useless. The only reason her knees remained under her was the grip both speedsters behind her maintained. Her quills were so lax they were limp, swept to one shoulder to make room for the dark furred hedgehog to nibble and bite away on the other.

Hearing the bickering behind her somehow broke her somewhat out of the stupor she was on, and a delirious giggle left her. Using what little strength she had, she forced her self shakily onto her elbows, sparkling, fuzzy emeralds peek over her shoulder with amusement.

“N-ngh- now n-now you two…can’t you p-play nice just this once..? There’s—” A squeak and hard shudder shakes her as Scourge hits a good spot inside her. Walls fluttered around both hedgehogs, squeezing down tight. Pants broke up her teasing tone. “Th-there’s nothing more I…I want than you~”

Peering back down, a purr rumbles through her peach chest, bouncing and swaying with every mismatched thrust and movement. Kisses trail their way up Shadow’s face, all the way up to her ear, and teeth return the favor laid on her shoulder. Behind her, her tail wags.

Lapis was talking big, but she was barely holding on mentally. Pleasure wracks her entire body, every drag from every point in her lower regions leaving her entirely soaked and flirting with the edge of orgasm. Her arms struggled to keep her from toppling on top of the body beneath her and falling face first into the fluffy chest she so adored.

[thedevilsdom]

Calling him Leviathan to his face would be such a power move. I wish they had a last name. Could you imagine walking into a room and addressing your favorite brother by his full name and watching his face go from o.o to O///O ~gbgp (this is a tag and not a keysmash lol, it stands for something, im graceedcoup on tumblr XD its just a sideblog is all)

Dhofnskda yesss

It's all about the delivery tho bc if he thinks ur mad even for a second he Will start crying bc he thinks u don't love him anymore fjsjxjs

[littlelioncub43]

There’s a First for Everything

Summary: After the events at your apartment, Dennis asks you on a date. He’s never been this happy before, but there’s a first for everything, right?

Pairing: Dennis Baker x Female!Reader

Warning: Smut (18+ ONLY, minors DNI), fingering (f receiving), dry humping, oral sex (m receiving), slight sub!Dennis, slight dom!reader, cum play, Dennis is inexperienced in a lot of ways, use of a mirror, pet names (angel, baby, flower, honey, good boy, etc), finger sucking, Dennis wanting to be a good boy, mutual pining because Dennis is adorable and how could they not?

Word Count: 2,588 (you’re welcome!)

A/N: I had sudden inspiration for this and feel preeeetty good about this one! Dennis has been on my mind for a while so I thought, why not give y’all a little treat. This is inspired by @syntheticavenger‘s absolutely glorious Dennis Baker fic “Turn the Tables.” Check it out! Give them a little comment, a reblog, say something nice—you know the rodeo! Let me know what you guys think, leave a comment, reblog it, send an ask, a message, a carrier pigeon, a telegram. Alright! That’s all for this little ramble, I’ll catch you guys tomorrow for Fashion Friday! 

Kisses 💋

—K

Dennis had no idea how he got here, or what higher power could have blessed him with this kind of luck. After the very unexpected events that happened at your house, Dennis had invited you over to his place for dinner and a movie. A part of him was scared you’d say no, but instead, you smiled and whispered “I’d love to,” before giving him one of the most innocent kisses he’s ever had. He made tortellini, he had wine, he got you flowers, he had a good selection of movies for you to choose from—he was going to make this the best first date you’d ever had. 

And it was. 

Dennis felt like his head was spinning, his chest was rising and falling in time with yours, the movie in the living room now forgotten and ending. With his back against the headboard of his bed, you laid in between his spread legs, your naked back pressed against his bare chest. You smiled at him through the mirror in front of you both. The sight before him was something Dennis was certain he would never forget; your legs spread wide, bent and hooked over his, your glorious cunt, leaking and puffy with desire, on display for his eyes to feast on. 

“Touch me, baby, please,” you moan and bring his unfairly large hands to your breasts, encouraging him to massage your flesh. 

“Shit,” he whispers to himself, his hands taking over as his cock throbs in the confines of his boxers. When his fingers pluck at your nipples, you can’t help but whine his name. The way his hands were timid yet so eager was so sweet and endearing, it had you practically feral for your shy coworker. “H-Holy fuck,” he gasps as he watches a new wave of arousal leak from your wanting pussy. 

“See how much I want you, Den?” You purr and reach behind you to play with his hair, you smirk when his eyes flutter, his head tipping back ever so slightly before nuzzling into your palm, “see how fucking wet you make me?”

“Yes,” he sighs, his voice nearly gone, “yes, oh my god… I do that to you?”

“Mmhmm,” you nod, your body beginning to squirm with need, his hands still on your chest tighten their grip when you grind into his erection, a stuttered gasp of your name falling from Dennis’ lips. The feeling of his rock hard cock pulsating against your ass and lower back had your chest bubbling with pride. You loved the effect you had on him, his inexperience and desperation made for the perfect mix. “Come on, Den, play with my pussy, baby, she wants you so badly, fuck, she needs you, Den.”

Your smaller hand guides his hand to your mound, a shiver zipping up your spine when his calloused fingers brush against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh as he makes his way towards your glistening sex. You can hear his ragged breathing in your ear, you could feel his hooded gaze on your pussy as he gets closer and closer. The feeling of his fingers finally petting your needy folds has your eyes shutting blissfully, a ragged moan of his name tumbling from your lips freely.

“O-Oh my god,” Dennis whimpers in your ear, his fingers stroking your soft, wet petals over and over again. His eyes want to close but he fights to keep them trained on your cunt, he sits up a little straighter to get a better view of how your lips part for his thick fingers, how you practically soak his hand. Each throaty moan you let out goes straight to his cock, his boxers getting wetter with each bead of precum that leaks from his tip. You turn your head to capture his parted lips in a needy kiss, your tongue easily overpowering his as you chase the addicting taste of him. Dennis can’t help but moan with you as you devour his mouth, he will never get used to this feeling, the feeling of being wanted nearly as desperately as he wants you—it terrified him but he knew he would never get enough at the same time. 

“Put em in, Den, need to feel you stretch me out, honey,” you mumble to him through your messy kisses. You feel his index finger swirl around your swollen clit slowly before he leisurely circles your entrance. Dennis pulls back from your breath stealing kisses to look into the mirror, he watches is a trance as your pussy clenches around nothing, silently begging for him to stuff you full. You chase his finger with a small whimper, your neediness surprising you both. 

“O-Oh,” Dennis gasps and shudders violently as his thick finger finally pushes into you, he’s never been this hard in his entire life, his balls were starting to ache with a painful need, but the velvety feeling of your pussy walls wrapped around his finger was enough to have Dennis hooked on it for life. You tremble in his lap, your legs twitching as your cunt finally gets the attention it’s been craving. Your hand claws at Dennis’ muscular thighs as he plunges deeper, still working his finger in to the last knuckle, fuck, his fingers are so fucking big. You both moan and pant, his breathing just as erratic as yours was, clearly enjoying this just as much as you were. 

“Holy fuck, yes,” you sigh in relief, your cunt finally clenching around something. Your back arches into Dennis as you fight to catch your breath, adjusting to the feeling of his thick finger inside you. “Oh, fuck, you have such big fingers, Den,” you moan. 

“I-Is that good?” He asks dumbly, his voice was deeper and gravelly yet still laced with his signature sweet pathetic tone. 

“So fucking good, baby,” you pet his thighs and rut your hips into his hand, “finger me, Dennis, make me cum, please?” You ask in a sweet tone and look up at him. What kind of a man would he be if he denied you? 

This time Dennis claims your lips, his tongue moving with a renewed vigor as he draws his soaked finger back before plunging it back in with a wet smack. You whimper into his mouth as he finds a quick but steady pace, his palm tapping your needy clit with each downwards stroke of his hand. Your whimpers get louder when you feel his middle finger work its way inside you, the stretch burning in the best way possible. Dennis groans when he feels your pussy cling to his two digits in a vice grip, he didn’t know how the hell you managed to take his cock if you were this tight with just his fingers. The thought alone had Dennis’ hand speeding up on its own. 

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whines in your ear as his free hand comes down to rub your clit, the added sensation has you pulsating around his fingers and nearly thrashing in his lap. 

“Dennis! Fuck! Don’t stop! M’so close!” You practically scream as your legs begin to shake, wanting to close around his hands. Dennis bends his knees, your thighs strewn across his, keeping your trembling legs wide open to his assault. 

“I-I’m not! Never gonna stop, baby, never gonna fucking stop!” He cries back as he pushes yet another finger into you, his hips rut into your ass in time with his fingers. The once steady pace of his hands are now lost to rough, frantic strokes as he works you closer and closer to your peak. You hump his hand eagerly, pushing his fingers deeper and deeper while grinding back on his bulge as you chase your high. “Cum for me, flower.”

That’s all you need to come crashing down. You’re positive your eyes roll so far back in your head you see your spine, your mouth is caught in a perfect ‘o’ while you let out a wavering, high pitched moan, your body shimmers in the sensual lamp light as you stretch out, your back bowing. Dennis has never seen anything more erotic in his life, there was nothing that could ever compare to what was unfolding in front of him. His fingers continue to pump into you, the tightness of your cunt made it hard to move but he rubbed your clit like it was his sole purpose for living, and right now, Dennis was pretty sure it was. 

You lay against his sweaty chest as you rode out your high, your head spinning and your ears still ringing while he fingered you through it. Through the haze you could hear Dennis grunting and groaning against the curve of your neck where he hid his face. Then he was clutching your chest in one large hand, his forearm across your body, his fingers stilling inside your pussy as he shook violently behind you.

“Aa-aaah! Thank you! O-Ohhhh my God, thank you!” He practically sobbed, his entire body feels like a current of electricity shot through him as his cum floods his boxers. Fireworks go off behind his eyelids as he cums, he gasps for breath, his hips thrusting on instinct to milk himself dry. You moan and nuzzle against the side of his face, smirking when Dennis grinds into you more at the action. You reach behind you and caress the back of his head as you both slump against each other, panting and gasping for air. You feel shy little kisses trailing along the slope of your neck. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he whispers between kisses. 

“For what, Den?” You ask and relax into his hold. 

“For letting me make you feel good…for…for letting me touch you like this,” he confesses quietly, his flushed face tucked away in the crook of your neck. You hum happily and kiss his cheek. 

“You’re welcome,” you whisper, “thank you for making me feel good, Dennis.”

“Y-You’re welcome,” he repeats. 

Slowly, he pulls his fingers from your used cunt, his long, thick digits absolutely coated in your cum. Dennis watches reverently as his whole hand seems to shine with your juices. You smile widely when Dennis immediately brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking your sweet nectar off the pads of his fingers with a feral growl. Dennis’ eyes flutter shut at your sweet taste, his entire tongue sings with joy as he greedily collects every last drop. 

“Oh, you’re such a good boy, Den,” you praise with hooded eyes as you watch him hungrily devour your slick, “I didn’t even have to tell you to do it.”

You turn around to rest on your knees, your hands on either side of him as you lean in to watch his tongue swirl around each finger. A pleased giggle fills Dennis’ ears and suddenly he processes your words, his soft cock twitching happily at the words ‘good boy.’ He wanted to be a good boy. More importantly, he wanted to be your good boy. His cheeks burn a soft pink as he pulls his saliva coated fingers from his mouth with a wet ‘pop’. 

“Give me a taste, baby, don’t be greedy,” you purr and open your mouth slightly, eying his hand. Dennis looks from his hand to your mouth where your tongue swipes across your bottom lip. Hesitantly, he brings his index and middle finger to your lips. When your soft lips engulf them to the second knuckle, Dennis can’t help but whimper, your tongue was sinful as it licked any remains of your sweet, tangy slick and his spit. Your eyes stay on his as you begin to bob your head, taking more of his fingers into your hot mouth with each go. 

“Jesus Christ, fuck, fuck, fuck” he gasps, his eyes wide as you suck on his fingers, his cock was already rock hard in his soiled boxers. Reaching the base of his fingers, you slowly release them with an audible slurp and a moan. 

“I wanna taste you,” you whisper and tug at the band of his boxers. Dennis shivers at your words but grabs your hands to stop you. 

“I…I-I,” he stutters. 

“You what, Den?” You ask gently. 

“I, uh…finished,” he whispers, his face a cherry red at his admission. 

“Aw, angel, you came in your pants?” You ask sweetly, your words made him want to hide under a rock but your tone was so kind. He nods and looks away from you. You kiss his cheek, then his lips. “It’s ok, you couldn’t help it, could you? Liked fingering me that much, huh?” 

“You just, looked and sounded so—so beautiful, and you were so soft,” he sighs at the memory, his face still burning with embarrassment. “It’s never ha-happened before.”

“There’s a first for everything, Den,” you whisper and begin to pull at his boxers again, “has anyone ever cleaned you up before, angel?”

“No,” he answers breathily with a shake of his head, his hips naturally rising as you peel his wet boxers off and down his legs. You can’t help the way your mouth waters at the sight of his cum covered skin, his hard cock laying against his abdomen. 

“Do you want me to show you? Get you all nice and clean?” You ask and swipe your finger through a rope of his cum, bringing it to your lips, you make sure he watches as you lick it from your hand, moaning at the taste. 

“Yes! Yes, please!” He gasps quietly, his hands clutching the sheets in a death grip as his entire body strums with need. 

“Such a good boy, you have such good manners,” you praise and settle between his legs, your ass raised so he can see your exposed pussy in the mirror. Dennis tosses his head back at your words, his eyes shut tight until he feels the first swipe of your tongue across his skin. He snaps his eyes open to take in the sight of you licking his cum off of him. Moan after moan rumble in his chest, each one followed by a ragged gasp of air, his legs shake and his abs tense as you avoid his cock. When your mouth encases his sack, Dennis is suddenly dangerously close to coming again. 

“O-Oh! Coming! M’coming! F-Fuck! Oh God!” He shouts in a whiny voice, you immediately wrap your lips around his tip to catch the first spurt of his seed. His hands gripping the back of your head, fisting your hair in a tight grip as he fills your mouth. You feel his hips twitch, his body too overwhelmed to even try to fuck your face. You bob your head up and down until he tries to squirm away from your touch, his cock now painfully sensitive. Finally, you release him, and Dennis slumps against the mattress with a sigh. 

“Want a taste?” You ask as you crawl over him again. Still catching his breath, Dennis only nods, his body practically boneless as you kiss him. He groans at the musky flavor of his own cum, your natural sweetness pairs perfectly with the strange taste of himself. Your tongues play together sloppily as you cling to him, his trembling arms snake around your waist to hold you close. Dennis can’t help but smile into the filthy kiss, he’s never been this happy before, but there’s a first for everything. 

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[the-iceni-bitch]

Champagne Problems

Pairing: dilf!Steve Rogers x tattoo artist!fem reader (goddamn Prince Charming looking DILF AU)

Word: ~2.6k

Summary: You and Steve start the New Year off with a bang.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (champagne blow job, public sex, kind of caught kink), reader almost dying because of Steve’s big old pierced schlong, dilf!Steve in a suit, Steve losing control of his mouth (in a good way), established relationship, relationship milestones, SMUT!!! NO MINORS!!! 🔞

A/N: Only a few weeks lat but I had to get this one out for reasons that will become apparent. I just love them, and y’all are gonna go crazy with what I have planned for these two 😘

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“You ready to go, doll?” Steve adjusted his cuffs as he waited for you to come out, grinning when he saw you walk out in the mirror over his shoulder.

“All ready… Steve.” You froze when you saw him, that perfectly tailored suit doing things to his body that made you want to rip it right off him. “Oh my god, you look so good.”

“You don’t look bad yourself, doll.” He chuckled when you slapped him in the chest in retaliation, tutting when your hand lingered and you gave him a squeeze then started pressing your body into him with a deep purr. “Baby, we’re gonna be late if you start that shit.”

“So? We can be a little late.” You nuzzled into his neck and breathed deep, whining when he pulled you off and started dragging you towards the door. “Steve, what I want to do isn’t gonna take long at all.”

“Maybe not, but I don’t want you fucking up my suit.” He kissed your cheek when you grumbled as he walked you out to the car Bucky had sent for you. “And don’t try any shit in the car either, it takes work to look this good.”

“Rude.” You huffed as you climbed into the back of the limo, tucking your face into his shoulder and peeking up at him through your lashes while he wrapped and arm around your shoulders. “You don’t hear me complaining about you messing up my outfit.”

“Well, baby, all I have to do is pull your skirt up and bend you over something and you’re fine, ow!” He laughed and pulled you in for a kiss when you smacked him in the arm and scowled at him. “This is a three piece suit, just imagine how nice it’s gonna be to peel me out of it later.”

“You’re a big tease, Rogers.” You bit his jaw and gave his cock a squeeze through his pants until he groaned for you, then pulled away completely while he just blinked stupidly at you. “Fine, no fooling around, don’t want to mess up my pretty baby.”

“Wait, doll…” He hated how easy it was for you to turn things around on him, but now he was hard and he couldn’t stop staring at your bare, ink covered legs in those heels while you uncrossed and recrossed your ankles and all he wanted was to let you grind in his lap until he came. “Maybe you can mess me up a little bit.”

“Sorry, don’t want to ruin your look.” You grinned when he huffed at you, laughing softly when he stared at the bulge in his crotch with a low whine. “Poor Stevie, so frustrated, could’ve made it quick but you just had to be an ass.”

“I thought I was being cute.” Steve leaned over to try to nuzzle into your neck and whined when you turned your face away from him.

“You are cute, but you wanted to wait.” You squeaked when he managed to lick your ear and shuffled away from him. “Now you have to wait until midnight.”

“Oh, we’ll fucking see about that.” Steve groaned when he leaned back to his side of the seat and adjusted his crotch. “I don’t think you’ll be able to hold out that long, doll.”

“Is that a bet? Are we betting?” You grinned when you turned to face him, nudging his calf with your toe when he just gave you a smirk. “Oh, baby, you’re gonna lose. I’m not wearing anything under here.”

“What?!” Steve just blinked at you when the car stopped in front of the restaurant, hissing when you bent over as you climbed out so he could tell you weren’t just fucking with him. “Doll, get back here! That’s not fair!”

You just shrugged as you headed inside, giggling when Steve ran after you and pulled you in close so he could growl in your ear. As soon as you got inside he had to disconnect from you, though, since all his friends made a beeline for the two of you so they could chat you up. Yeah, it was great they all loved you, but it was a little hard to be a sneaky tease when they all wanted to give you hugs.

Not that it was a problem for you. Every time one of them let you go you were leaning back against his chest and barely brushing the curve of your ass against his annoyingly still half hard dick while he just bit the inside of his cheek to try to control himself. Or skimming your lips over his throat, or making that low humming noise when you pressed your body against his that went straight to his cock. He couldn’t decide whether he was relieved or annoyed when Carol and Nat dragged you off to show you something he hadn’t been paying attention to, grumbling to himself when there was just a slight exaggeration to the sway of your hips as you walked away.

Steve could feel your eyes on him too when he leaned against the bar as he chatted with Sam, his lips quirking in a small smile when he caught you biting your lip while he adjusted his cufflinks. So he kept it up, tugging a little at his lapels or his sleeves so the fabric of the suit would stretch even tighter over his muscles, running his fingers through his hair or stroking his beard because he knew you loved a reminder of just how happy you were he had grown them out. He just laughed at you when he heard you called him a bastard under your breath when he walked past you rolling his shoulders and hips to the music like he wasn’t thinking, even though the main thing on his mind was how you had jumped him last time you caught him dancing in the kitchen.

It was a miracle the two of you made it almost all the way to midnight before you snuck behind a column so you could devour each other. Steve couldn’t stop groaning as you pressed him into the wall, your fingers buried in his hair and your tongue stroking his slowly while he grabbed your ass and squeezed.

“Ow! God, Steve!” You sank your teeth into his jaw with a snarl when he shoved his hand under your skirt and smacked your ass, hard, gripping his lapels in your fist and fighting the urge to climb him. “You fucking tease, this goddamn suit, I’ve been wet for an hour.”

“Yeah? Well I’ve been hard since we walked in here.” He grabbed the insides of your thighs and squeezed them harshly, moaning when you rolled your body into his with a soft whine. “Now, what are you gonna do about it?”

“What am I gonna do about it?” You grinned when you leaned back after biting his lips, humming when he growled as you grabbed your champagne flute and sank to your knees. “Gonna fuck up this suit.”

“Great.” Steve’s voice was hoarse as he worked furiously to undo his fly while you mouthed at the bulge in his pants, hissing when you pulled his cock out with one hand and let it slap against your cheek while you took a sip of champagne. “What are you… oh, shit!”

Steve’s head thumped back against the wall when you wrapped your lips around his tip with your mouth still full of champagne, the bubbles running all over his skin and making pleasure explode through his system almost ridiculously fast. With how worked up he already was he was sure he was going to come if you moved your mouth at all, mewling unintelligibly as you swirled your tongue around his piercing slowly while he ran his hand over your hair. His knees buckled when you took him a little deeper, soft, pleading sounds falling from his lips as you stroked the length of him that wasn’t between your lips with your fist as you fucked your face on his cock while he started shivering as he tried to hold himself back.

“Oh… oh my god, doll, fuck!” Steve knew if he looked at you he was going to lose it, but he did it anyway. The sight of you giving him those big eyes while you squeezed the base of his cock and suckled on his tip was too much. His chest ached with just how goddamn in love with you he was and how good you made him feel, his back arching as he swallowed a shout when bliss washed over him in a rush that had his body melting into the wall. “Fuckfuckfuck, mmm, need to fucking marry you already, goddamn.”

The sound of you choking then coughing violently had his eyes shooting open when he realized what he just said, taking in a sharp breath at the sight of you bracing yourself on all fours and trying to hack up a lung after letting him slide out of your mouth filling him with panic as he hurriedly tucked himself away and sank to the floor to rub your back. You’d forgotten to keep breathing through your nose when he made his little declaration, and you were pretty sure you’d inhaled a good portion of cum and champagne that your body was now rejecting in the most painful way possible, even though you wanted to crawl into the man’s arms and kiss him silly.

“Baby, oh shit, I’m sorry!” Poor Steve had no idea what you were thinking right now, horror written all over his features as he bent to try to get a look at you when you just kept coughing. “Jesus… oh no.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Carol and Nat must have heard you trying to cough up your insides and come running, frowning when they got a look at the stain on the front of Steve’s suit and how rumpled the two of you were then rolling their eyes. “Oh my god, you are literally going to kill this woman with your penis, Steve, Carol, go get her some water. What did you do? Honey, breathe for me.”

“I didn’t do anything.” Steve pouted at Nat when she shoved him out of the way, rubbing his hand over his face in frustration and scolding himself internally for losing control of his mouth. “I just… said something I shouldn’t have.”

“What could you have possibly said to make your girlfriend reject oxygen?” Nat took the water Carol handed her and pressed it to your lips. “Drink this, honey.”

“He said he wants to get married.” You managed to gasp it out before letting out a few more coughs, gulping down water greedily as Nat and Carol snapped their eyes to a very red faced Steve.

“You proposed in the middle of a blow job?!” Carol started cracking up while Nat just grinned at him, Steve burying his face in his hands and groaning with embarrassment at just how bad he’d fucked this up.

“I didn’t propose! I mean… not that I don’t want to, doll.” He scrubbed his hands through his hair and screwed his eyes shut to avoid looking at the three of you. “I had a plan. I was gonna do it on Valentine’s Day, I rented out the rink at Rockefeller Center and everything. Sarah and Molly were gonna be there. Shit, she’s not gonna be happy.”

“Oh my god, that’s adorable.” Nat was beaming between the two of you as you finally managed to give Steve a small smile and a full, somewhat shaky breath. “Well, who could say no to that? Wait, did you give him an answer before you almost died?”

Steve sucked in a breath and held it when he realized you still hadn’t said anything, finally bringing his eyes to yours and feeling his chest ache at the warmth he found in your gaze.

“Of course I’ll marry you, Stevie!” You laughed as you said it, new tears of pure joy running down your cheeks when he blew out the breath he was holding and pulled you into a tight embrace and buried his face in your neck. “Who else is going to almost kill me with their dick on the regular?”

“Don’t be mean, you scared the shit outta me, doll.” He pressed kisses all over your face while Nat and Carol made excited noises. “Fuck, I don’t have the ring.”

“Oh my god, you already got her a ring?” Nat couldn’t stop smiling at the two of you, she loved seeing Steve so happy. “Carol, is anyone still sober enough to drive? Give us your keys and someone will go get it for you. I think Bruce is still ordained from when Wanda and Vis got married. We’ll need to pull Bucky off Thor so he can be the best man, he’s gonna be such a pouty bitch but he’ll get over it.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up!” Steve waved a hand in front of Nat’s face to cut her off before she got too carried away, his other arm still holding you close as he gave his friend a soft frown. “We’re not doing this tonight. My mother almost killed me when I eloped with Sharon, and she barely even liked her, if I don’t do some sort of event for this one, who she’s in love with, she’ll kick my ass. And so will Winnie. And my daughter will throw the world’s biggest tantrum if she doesn’t get to be flower girl.”

“And I’d kinda like my parents and brother and sister to be there.” You shrugged at Nat when she gave you a tiny huff at the upset to her plans. “I also don’t think Steve wants to get married with a cum stain on his suit, sorry about that.”

“Ok, fine.” Nat chewed her lip as she thought things over and ticked off dates on her fingers. “It’s gonna be Valentine’s Day, since you already planned on proposing then. We’ll do it here, on the second floor since of course we’ve already got reservations. All of us will chip in, you two aren’t paying for anything, don’t even try to fight me Rogers, you’ll lose.”

“Oh my god, she’s like a machine.” You just nodded along as Nat kept going over details, perfect details, not like you wanted a long engagement anyway.

“Nat loves party planning.” Steve stood up and pulled you with him, kissing your hair and agreeing with Nat that Bucky and Sam would be it for the groomsmen. “She was also not happy about the elopement, we’ll have to make sure she doesn’t get too carried away. And we should call our parents now, because I’m pretty sure Carol’s about to announce to everyone that you just agreed to marry me even after I almost killed you with my cock, and if my mother finds out about this from Bucky, she’ll never let me hear the end of it.”

“Right.” You heard the rest of the party starting to count down and turned to beam at Steve before pulling your phone out, nuzzling against his cheek as he let out a low, happy purr. “Happy New Year, Stevie.”

“Happy New Year.” He kissed you when they reached one, holding you close and groaning into your mouth at all the promise of the year to come.

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BUNNY SHIGGY 🐇🐰🍆HEADCANNONS (part 2)

SMUT WARNING ⚠️😳🔞🛑 HORNY

Play with his hair and this man will purr and honk for you (yes rabbits honk) if you dare try to pull away his grip becomes crushing, cradling you to his body trapping you in his arms. 

He demands affection, wanting you in his arms, on his lap all the time, usually with his dick nestled inside you, keeping it nice and warm, this is not debatable. It is mandatory.

Will never admit he enjoys when you touch and play with his soft ears, making his foot thump, you privately call him thumper. 

Embrace him, reassure him that you love him. Whisper sweet words in his ear. Let him know how sexy he is. That only he can please you and he will melt, becoming putty in your hands. His fluffy white tail wagging in delight, all the praise and soft touches will have him purring, his nose nuzzling your neck, sniffing your scent.

He is horny all the time, seriously just looking at you gets him hard. Heard the saying "fuck like rabbits" yeah, he lives up to that and then some. Be prepared to walk with a limp if you are even able to walk, cause this man is gonna keep your legs spread and his manhood buried in your depths.

He is a big guy, huge, you can clearly see the impressive bulge straining against his jeans even when he's not hard.

When he has an erection he has to be inside you or it actually hurts him. He will seek you out, his hand cupping and rubbing himself, trying desperately to relieve the ache, whining while he looks at you. 

As soon as you're within range he reaches out, grabbing you by the waist, pulling you to him.

Trapping you in his arms, his hips frantically humping into you, whimpering in need. 

Doesn't matter where you are, private or public, he just wants to mate you. 

Is very needy. Will beg for you, bucking against your body, drool dripping from his mouth, eyes clouded with lust, desperate for you. An insatiable need to be buried balls deep in that tight cunt of yours. If he could he would permanently be inside your warmth.

Pounds your poor pussy for an entire day and night, then only stops so you could eat and clean up. Only to do it all over again. shows no mercy for your sore abused opening.

He has you on all fours, his hips manically snapping against you, his chest pressed to your back, moving so fast he appears to be vibrating. He's grunting and panting, teeth sinking into your neck, mouth sucking at the sensitive flesh, determined to leave a mark. Obscene sounds of wet slapping skin accompany each rough thrust, pulling nearly all the way out then driving forward, forcing your pussy to take every inch of his dick, spreading your wide, his swollen tip hitting that spongy spot with in you, your thighs tremble and your body shudders in a mix of mind numbing pleasure and pain. No longer able to speak, all you manage are strangled sobs.

Your body has gone limp from his continuous fucking, the only thing holding you up is his arms as he uses your sopping hole, filling you up over and over. Stuffing you full of his milky cum. 

Doesn't care if your conscience or not, he has needs, which is to feel those slick walls of yours caressing his fat cock while he frantically pumps his drooling shaft into your cunt. 

Loves the way your puffy lips look stretched around his member as he rocks his hips against you.

He has literally covered you with cum. That's not exaggerating, he's got a lot in him, five times more than normal. His precum alone is a load, and it's salty, not tasty at all, he knows you don't like the taste and gets off on it. Finding joy in watching you gulp it down.

If you even try to crawl away from him he latches onto you, yanking you back under him, plunging into your ass, punishment for attempting to stop him. Your his mate, it's your responsibility to keep him happy and satisfied, plus it's so fucking tight, all his control is gone. You hear him chanting "mine mine mine". 

Gets so painfully hard he has bent you over in public, pushed your skirt up sheathed his thick length in your tight entrance, your cries only serving to heighten his instinct to shove his twitching manhood into you.

Will stay hard even after cumming, fucking it into you, his stiff cock coated  in a mixture of his cum and your own.

Weak pull out game, but when he does he loves watching the creamy mixture spill out of your used, abused little cunt. 

Your pussy is a soaked mess, matching his dick. Expects you to clean him with your tongue, don't you dare miss any either, his balls included, suck them clean like a good girl.

Absolutely will fuck your face. You'll be using your tongue like a obedient mate when all of a sudden he surges forward, forcing himself down your throat. Both hands on the back of your hand pushing you down his cock. The way you gag and choke has him throbbing.

When he's not railing you into oblivion, destroying your pussy he is very clingy, clutching you protectively to him. wanting to be told what a good boy he is.

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A Fireman & His Dalmatian {Adam Sackler x Reader}

@spookyyslutt

Bae saw ur requests were open and im a slut for Halloween As my @ suggests 🗿 Anyways I'd LUV ur take on going to a Halloween party with Sackler and him getting handsy while dancing before fucking you sensless in an empty room👀The poor soul that has to clean up Sacklers mess 💀

I had a ton of fun with this one lol!! enjoy, my friend :)

warnings. SMUT, humor, frat party things, grinding/dry humping, vaginal fingering, p in v, barebacking/unprotected sex, creampie.

(possible) tw’s. *very* heavy pda, public smut.

word count: 1.4k

Surrounded by drunk-off-their-asses college kids, you and Sackler sway with the rhythms of the upbeat dance song currently blaring through the speakers. Somehow, you ended up at this frat halloween party, thinking it’d be as fun as it was when you were both in college.

It was much less fun as a mature adult, for the record, but Adam always makes things fun. Just being with him is automatically a precursor of fun, so you’ve learned after several years of being with him.

This year, the two of you did a joint couples costume, him going as a shirtless fireman and you’re his Dalmatian, clad in a scanty little spotted dress with a fake tail on the back.

In true Sackler fashion, he’s been grabbing at your ass and pulling at your fake tail, whispering silly innuendos in your ear, like “Gonna fuck my sexy Dalmatian so fucking hard tonight” or “You were such a good girl today at the station, I think you deserve a little treat” all night long. 

As the dynamic between you two heats up on the dance floor, the whispers and touches become bolder. His hands now forcefully paw at your hips as his pelvis presses roughly into your backside, breath hot in your ear.

“Puppy, my slutty little puppy...” He purrs in your ear, grunting softly when he thrusts forward. “You look so fuckin’ sexy tonight, been wanting to put my cock in you ever since you put that goddamn dress and tail on.”

You whine softly, circling your hips and pressing back even more against him. His lips curl up into a smirk, landing a harsh smack on your ass cheek.

“You’re gonna get fucked so hard tonight, puppy, mmm...gonna bend you over and drill you 'till your eyes cross.”

His hand suddenly wraps around your thigh, lifting it up onto his ready leg before tracing your clothed center with his middle finger. He growls lowly into your ear when he feels how hot you are already, hips thrusting violently against your ass.

“A-Adam, god, I--we--”

He presses down on your clit, causing your breath to hitch as your hips jump against his leg.

“Shit.”

“Mmm, what was that, pup? Didn’t quite catch it.”

You huff. “We ssshouldn’t be doing this h-here, too many people.”

“What, you don’t want all these horny frat guys to see what a little slut you are for me, puppy?” His tone is teasing, tantalizing as his fingers slip beneath your panties. “You don’t want them to watch you fall apart on my fingers, hm?”

Your eyes widen when you feel him prodding around at your soaked entrance, legs instinctively closing.

“Adam, oh my god, we’re literally in the middle of the dance floor right now.”

He smirks, chuckling in your ear. “So? You’re still gonna be my little slut no matter where we are, pup.”

You can’t help the little whimper that escapes your lips at his husky words as they echo in your ear. His fingers suddenly press up into your entrance and you groan, head falling back against his shoulder. “Fuck.”

“Mmm, nice and tight for me, puppy.” He mumbles in your ear, scissoring and stroking inside you. “Mmm, and wet, too. So ready for my cock already, barely need anything to get you there, hm?”

You whine, hips bucking against him as he starts to fuck his digits and out of you at a rapid rate of speed. Your hips start bouncing gently on him, noises growing louder with each movement of his fingers.

“God, fffuck Adam...”

Adam grunts, now fully thrusting against your backside, cock straining up against the confining denim of his blue jeans. With your cunt wrapped so tightly around his fingers and his cock so goddamn hard, he’s practically foaming at the mouth to get you bent over and on his rod.

He pulls his fingers away abruptly and before you have time to complain, he’s scooping you up and rushing you to the nearest empty bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

He’s throwing you down on the stiff mattress top before jumping on himself, pinning you to the surface. You barely get a breath in before his lips are attacking yours with hungry, desperate kisses.

“Lick me, pup, lick my neck like a fuckin’ dog.”

Oh Sackler, what a lovable weirdo, you think to yourself as you start lick at his neck. He groans, hips wildly bucking into you now as he flips you over roughly and yanks you up on all fours.

One hand tugs your dress up over your hips while the other desperately works to undo the button on his jeans. You’re wiggling your ass teasingly and he grunts in frustration, smacking your ass hard.

“Quit it, fuckin’ slut. Can’t fuckin’ focus on getting my goddamn cock out when you’re jiggling your fucking ass.”

You can’t help but giggle at his words. This earns you another harsh smack before he’s pulling his jeans down and tugging your panties to the side. 

He scrambles to line himself up with your entrance, and as soon as he does, he’s thrusting in with a grunt.

“Fuuuuck pup, fffuckin’ little cunt.”

Your eyes widen before squeezing shut, jaw slacking. “Oh shiiiiit, baby.”

His hips immediately pick up a quick pace, skin slapping and squelching together. He digs his fingertips into your flesh, fucking you with all the force he can muster in this moment.

“Gonna w-wreck your fucking pussy.” He growls, pinning your head to the mattress with his hand. “Split you rrright open, right in fuckin’ h-half.”

You’ve been reduced to mere gasps and whines, body rocking back and forth violently with each of his sharp thrusts.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm! Fffuck, Adam!”

He’s fucking you so hard by now you can barely see straight, eyelids fluttering as your eyes roll back into your skull.

“C’mon, pup, beg for it!” His voice is simultaneously low and loud, a deep rasp tainting his words. “Beg me to stuff my fat load in your fffuckin’ dirty, s-sloppy cunt!”

You whine loudly, drooling onto the sheets below. “P-Please baby! Please stuff me full, wwwanna be leaking when you’re done with m-me!”

Sackler grins, chuckling as he bends down to get closer to your ear.

“Oh trust me, pup, you will be.”

It doesn’t take much longer before he’s teetering on the edge of climax, the pace of his hips becoming rushed and sloppy as he becomes lost in his own pleasure.

He reaches around, fingers fumbling until they find your clit. After just a few circles, he’s got your thighs trembling and your knees quaking, bringing you right up to the edge of orgasm right alongside him.

“Ohhh baby, ohhh A-Adam!” Your eyebrows are pinned at the center of your forehead. “Gonna cum!”

“Yeah d-do it!”

His hips shift ever so slightly before pistoning into you even harder and this new angle allows him to rub up against both your clit and your g-spot, which sends you hurdling over the edge within moments.

Feeling your walls pulsing and spasming around him, tightening with climax has him careening into orgasm seconds after you. He buries each drop of himself deep inside you, keeping his hips pressed forward until he collapses next to you on the bed.

Both of you are breathless as you ride out your highs side-by-side. You look over at him with a small grin, hand smoothing over his sweaty chest.

“Did we really just screw our brains out on some frat kid’s bed?”

He laughs, giving your hip a playful smack. “Hell yeah we did, puppy.”

The two of you laugh together as you sit up and situate yourselves, heading back out to the party soon after.

--- Later that night...

Chad can’t seem to wipe the smile off his face as he heads up to his room, dodging all the wasted partygoers. He just had an amazing first date with a girl from Kappa and he really can’t wait for the next one.

Nothing could possibly tamper his spirits tonight, not even the huge party currently happening in the house. He pushes his bedroom door open, immediately hit with the recognizable odor of sex.

He pauses in the doorway when he flips on the lights, staring in awe at the mess on his bed that certainly wasn’t there when he left. His navy blue sheets are wrinkled and stained with both white and dark mystery stains.

His nostrils flare, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose before he spins around and storms down the hall.

“Jaaaaaaaaaaake!”

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Chifuyu x Hybrid!Reader

⚠️ Warnings⚠️ this story contains explicit description of sexual acts. Viewers discretion is advised. Minors dni

彡❣️Chifuyu and a Cat!Hybrid would be the cutest relationship ever. I do not care.

彡❣️Considering he owns a bet shop he knows exactly how to take care of a cat and because of all the manga he read as a kid, he knows how to love a woman.

彡❣️Don't think it works that way buddy but it's the thought that counts.

彡❣️He's the best owner and boyfriend ever. He grooms you, pets you, gets you all different types of desserts as rewards, cuddles all the time!

彡❣️Sure, at first he was a little awkward. He's never owned a hybrid before much less dated one, it was weird but he loved every minute of it.

彡❣️His favorite thing about you would probably be your tail. It's so soft, he can't help himself. He loves playing with your tail. Especially after a long day at the shop.

彡❣️ Oh! You're a great help at the shop too. It's like you have this intuition about animals, it just helps everything run smoothly.

彡❣️Your guys' domestic life is pretty calm and relaxing, it's peaceful.

彡❣️Except when it's not.

彡❣️Ever since you guys started dating you stopped taking heat suppressant pills. Your body had to get used to the sudden change, considering you just stopped completely. For a while your heat was irregular and random.

彡❣️Good thing you had Chifuyu to help you!

彡❣️It was a telltale sign that your heat was coming when you started to purr really loud, like extremely loud, or you get clingy and super emotional.

彡❣️You'd always want to sit on his lap, his cock resting right under you.

彡❣️You would have to wear something that smells like him, anything.

彡❣️Your eyes would be dilated, completely focused on him as you whine his name over and over.

彡❣️ Slowly grinding your hips against him as you cry his name begging for him to fuck you.

彡❣️ He would instantly give in, fucking you for hours until you were satisfied.

彡❣️ It wasn't always like this, the first time you had your heat was just seven months into your relationship.

彡❣️ You guys were out shopping for some new clothes when you randomly fell down to your knees. Your breath was broken, you would barely say a full sentence.

彡❣️ You remember feeling dizzy, drunken almost. Your head was spinning at a thousand miles per hour and there was nothing you could do about it.

彡❣️ Your body heated up in an instant, drool seeped out the corner of your mouth. Your ears and tail moved without your command.

彡❣️ "H-Hey?! What happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

彡❣️ "Fuyu'..."

彡❣️ With one look at your face he knew, he carried you to the car and rushed back home.

彡❣️ He put you in your shared room, telling you to take as long as you needed to feel better.

彡❣️ You tried and tried. Your fingers weren't didn't reach where it needed, the pillow didn't feel good, nothing worked. You couldn't bring yourself to that orgasm you needed. All you could do was cry knowing you'll never be able to get rid of this itching feeling in your core.

彡❣️ Chifuyu heard you crying but refused to do anything about it. It's not like he didn't want to, but he wanted your first time to be special. Not when your judgement was clouded by your animalistic urge to mate, he wanted you to come to him mind free of influence and doubt.

彡❣️ But fuck, why are you moaning so loud. Why are you crying his name, you're making it harder for him to stick to his resolve.

彡❣️ "Fuyu' please, I cant— Need you, please Fuyu'."

彡❣️ Fuck it.

彡❣️ He came into your shared room, only to see your ears dropped down and tail in-between your legs as you desperately tried to finger yourself.

彡❣️ "Need you cock Fuyu'"

彡❣️Followed by a plethora of please and begs came after.

彡❣️ The throbbing pain in his cock tried to convince him to just fuck you right then and there, but he couldn't.

彡❣️ This wasn't the way he wanted to have his first time but he can still make it special and cater to your every need.

彡❣️ "Be a good kitten and spread your legs."

彡❣️ With glossy eyes from the tears you did so, you moved your tail and parted your thighs allowing him to look at your glistening sex.

彡❣️ "So pretty, can I touch you here?"

彡❣️ You nodded begging him to touch you, even going so far as to trying to grab his hand.

彡❣️ "Nu-huh, be patient okay?"

彡❣️ You nodded, you could feel yourself getting wetter from the anticipation of his touch.

彡❣️ He bent down, his knee pressed into the bed as his lips claimed your own.

彡❣️ While he distracted your mouth his own he took the time to explore the outer region of your cunt, a two fingers dragging down each lip. Till his fingers met your slick slit, his fingers dragged up your slit grazing your clit with his digits.

彡❣️ You arched your back into his touch. All you could think about was more, you wanted more of his mouth on yours. More of his fingers, everything.

彡❣️ He broke the kiss to focus on your dripping sex. You were dripping, honestly prep wasn't needed but he wanted to make you cum with just his fingers alone.

彡❣️ He pushed two of his digits inside of you, starting off slow while he kissed your thigh leaving bite marks on the plush skin.

彡❣️ "Fuyu~"

彡❣️ "I know kitten."

彡❣️ Kitten, he'd often call you it as a play on you being a hybrid. Never once did it sound so sexual till now.

彡❣️ His fingers curled inside you, hitting the spot that had you creaming on his fingers in an instant. Due to being in heat you were more sensitive than usual, even the smallest touch could have you squirting in an instant.

彡❣️ Despite you cumming once, he never stopped. He picked up the pace, his fingers moving after inside your sloppy cunt.

彡❣️ You were shamelessly grinding against his fingers moaning his name. Your tail was wrapped around your waist keeping it out of his way so he can continue the assault on your gummy velvet walls.

彡❣️ You cried for more as you felt another orgasm come near, he obliged. His fingers now moving at a ruthless place as they continuously hit that same spot over and over without mercy.

彡❣️ "Good girl, go on. Cum again for me."

彡❣️ And you did, your juices dripped down his fingers into his hand.

彡❣️ "Such a messy pet."

彡❣️ "M'sorry, more please.."

彡❣️ He put his fingers in his mouth tasting you, and he felt like he was on cloud nine from taste of you.

彡❣️ Pleads came form your mouth begging him to hurry up, you just couldn't take it anymore. You needed to feel him inside, more tears dripped from your eyes as you repeatedly begged him.

彡❣️ "Okay, Okay, I'm hurrying."

彡❣️ Stripping himself from all articles of clothing he stroked his cock just to solidify the hardness before he gave you what you asked for.

彡❣️ It was hours of him mercilessly pounding your tight cunt over and over. 

彡❣️ His length reaching those places you couldn’t, his cock kissing your G-spot with every thrust as you mewled his name.

彡❣️ Plethora of praises left his mouth in a gruff tone through his pants.

彡❣️ They just went straight to your cunt, with every praise you would subconsciously squeeze around him. You’d earn a hiss from him every-time. 

彡❣️ You can’t remember how many times you released your juices on his cock or how many times you begged him to keep fucking his cum into you. 

彡❣️ Your head was spinning, eyes crossed, and tongue lulled out. You saw stars each time he’d slap his body against yours.

彡❣️ Kisses littered your body as he called you his “pretty kitty”. Promising to fill you up real nice. 

彡❣️ He’d kiss and bite your tail or ear, whichever looked better at the moment which sent a jolt through your body.

彡❣️ He was attentive to your sensitive nub as well, rubbing circles that matched the pace of his thrusts. 

彡❣️ He was close once again and you were too. The way your walls pulsated against him told him everything he needed to know.

彡❣️ Talking you through your nth orgasm.

彡❣️ “That’s it baby, you feel it coming don’t you? Fuck- Go ahead, cream my cock princess.”

彡❣️ “Your pussy is so greedy, you just came but it won’t stop sucking me in.”

彡❣️ “Fuck, fuck, fuck, gonna cum in this tight cunt again.”

[holylulusworld]

Don’t fear your kinks – Part Zero - Christmas Special (Prequel)

Title: Don’t fear your kinks – Part Zero - Christmas Special (Prequel)

Square filled for @spnchristmasbingo​​​​: Secret relationship 

Square filled for @spndeanbingo​: Secretly Dating

Summary: We get to know how their kink party began. This time: Santa Claus and naughty Elf

Pairing: SantaClaus!Dean x Elf!Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester

Word Count: 1,3

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: secret relationship, smut, unprotected sex, language, degrading, dirty talk, roleplay, established relationship

A/N: This is a prequel to this series. It’s their first roleplay.

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“Santa Baby, just slip a sable under the tree for me. Been an awful good girl. Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight,” you sing along while checking your outfit in the mirror.

You bought a naughty elf costume to spice up your sex life.

It’s been months of hiding your renewed relationship from your best friend Sam. He witnessed your fights and the bad breakup, and you know, he wouldn’t be all too happy to see you and Dean back together.

“Oh yeah, I’m such a naughty elf,” licking on a strawberry and peppermint-flavored candy cane, you smirk to yourself. You pout as Sam yells something from the hallways, ruining your festive mood. “I got no time, Sam. I need to fix something in my room.”

“Your cookies look like they are burned,” Sam yells again. “I can get them out if you want me to.”

“Fuck’s sake, Sammy. Why didn’t you take them out before?” you growl, licking on the cane one last time. You wanted to put on make-up, but now you need to check on your cookies first. “I hope they aren’t burned yet.”

“Hey, you told us to not touch your cookies,” watching you storm out of your room Sam smirks. He admires your short-sleeved green dress. 

You are wearing a red and green elf hat, decorated with gold bells that make you jingle all the way to the kitchen.

“Wait, I’ll help you,” the tall hunter walks behind you, eyes glued to your legs covered in red and white striped tights and some black booties. “Dean will tease you for your costume, Y/N.”

“Nah, he will love it,” you bite your tongue, hiding the smirk on your lips as imagine Dean will rip the costume off of your body. “Dean loves Christmas, he just doesn’t know it yet.”

“We never celebrated Christmas, you know,” Sam watches you run toward the oven to save your cookies, laughing as you look at the burned cookies. “Too late?”

“Luckily, I prepared more dough. I will just bake more,” you shrug before you throw the burned cookies into the dumpster, not letting anything ruin your festive mood. “No biggie, Sammy. I’m always prepared.”

“Yeah?” he laughs as you give him a wink, not missing his cock twitched in his pants as you bent over to clean the baking tray. “Do you want me to help you?”

“I’ve got this,” already on your way toward the library you smile to yourself. Dean will love the decoration and the tree you bought. He just needs someone to make him see he loves Christmas as much as you do…

“Santa Baby,” you sing again as standing on tiptoes to decorate the tree. “Perfect little tree.” you coo, wondering if the brothers will like the decoration and tree. 

“Hohoho, sweet little elf,” startled you drop one of the Christmas bulbs, shrieking as Dean put his hands on your waist. “What do we have here? A little elf wearing a naughty costume,” he whispers in your ear, smirking as you shiver at his touch.

“I wanted to wear something—festive,” you twirl around, gasping as Dean is wearing a Santa Claus costume, including a Santa wig and beard. “Santa baby!”

“I got a naughty and nice list, miss. Do you want me to have a look at it or do you want to sit on my thigh and tell me about your sins?” he purrs, eyes drifting toward your cleavage. “Damn, this is going to be the best Christmas ever for good old Santa Claus.”

You step away to admire Dean in his costume. He’s wearing a red, three-quarter length, velvet suit jacket. The matching elastic waist pants complete the costume.

“OH, please Santa, I was a good girl this year,” you coo, slowly stepping toward Dean, holding up a candy cane to offer him a lick or two. “Here’s something sweet for you. I can be good for you too.”

“You can?” Dean smirks. His cock fights his pants as you place your hand onto his chest, smiling sweetly. “What will you do, sweet girl? I want to know if you are going to be nice extra nice to Santa.”

“I will,” playing with his fake white beard you look up at Dean with doo eyes, batting your eyelashes. “I can prove that I’m a good girl, Santa.”

“My sweet little elf,” you watch Dean sit on a chair at the library, patting his thigh. “C’mere and tell Santa about your wishes and if you were a good girl.”

“Yes, Santa baby,” hopping onto Dean’s thigh you wrap one arm around his neck as you place your hand onto his chest. “I want my boyfriend to do naughty things to me and, new underwear. Red lace or white.”

“Hmm, I think you deserve good sex and nice new underwear,” he whispers in your ear, teeth nipping at your ear lobe. “How about we got to Santa’s room, and you can ride his big red dick.”

“Naughty,” moving your hand to his growing erection, you giggle as a deep rumble escapes Dean’s chest. “Let’s go to your room and I’ll be an awful good girl for you tonight, Santa.”

“Lead the way, little elf…”

“Fuck, Santa baby,” you bite the pillow, teeth tugging at the fabric to keep the noises low. Sam cannot know his big brother is busy mounting you like an animal as you urge him on to ruin you once for all. “Harder, baby.”

“Little elf, be quiet,” he growls, hands tugging harshly at your costume. He drags you onto his cock, groaning with every deep thrust. “I will be fucking ruin this cunt and cream your insides with Santa’s cum. Did you know, people say it tastes like peppermint?”

“Can I have a taste?” watching Dean in the mirror you can’t help but giggle. His fake hair and beard are a mess. With his coat partially ripped open, his pants pooling around his thighs he looks like a Santa straight out of bad porn. “I wanna lick your dick like a candy cane.”

“Later you can be a good girl and lick Santa’s candy cane clean,” he snaps his hips harder into your ass, making you cry out at the sudden change of pace. “Santa Claus wants you to take his cock in your pretty pussy first.”

“Give me your cock,” whimpering into the cushions, fingers fisting the sheets, you try to hold back the approaching high. “Fuck, Santa. I will be so good for you from now on. Your thick candy cane removed all the sin from my body.”

“Fuck, that’s,” Dean laughs as you clench tightly around his thick shaft. “You look so good filled with my cock. I will never get tired of this sweet cunt…”

“Do you think Sam heard us? He looked flustered when we left your room,” you glance at Sam in the kitchen, wondering if he heard his brother and you going at it.

“I don’t know but,” Dean whispers in your ear, handing caressing your cheek softly, “I think we should do this roleplaying thing more often. How about we talk about a few ideas?”

“Ideas, you say,” smiling you turn around to peck Dean’s lips softly. “Tell me more, my secret Santa lover.”

“Guys, I’m glad you are back together, but stop making out when other people are around,” Sam grumbles, glaring at you and Dean, “and yes, I heard everything last night.”

What Sam doesn’t tell the two of you is that he jerked off, listening to the noises you made for his big brother.

And he will go to hell before he’ll ever admit he wanted to join you last night…

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[jangofctts]

Anything at All (boba fett x fem!reader) (part one) (part two) 

Rated: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: smut, even mORE thrONE fucking, oral sex (f receiving), boba’s a biter, unprotected sex (dont be silly, wrap thAT wiLLY), vaginal fingering, explicit language, boba is a grouchy dom kwjhgjh       

a/n: anyway I think yall forget im a writer and not just a Certified Clown, but anywAy here we be. HAPPY NEW YEARS ya FILTHY anIMALS im so thankful for all yall and im glad I can provide you with some entertainment kaejhejhr

  You haven’t seen Boba Fett in days. 

Called away on business you’ll never be included in or know the fine details about. It’s not kept away from you because he doesn’t trust you, or thinks you’re a mindless idiot—no—he’d rather keep his princess occupied with prettier things. No need to concern yourself with the the underbelly of what he now rules. 

You’re not upset about it—you’re not really a fan of watching petty squabbles that’ll result in someone’s chest being imploded by a blaster. You’ve seen enough of it in the cantina, and while you were never the one tasked with clearing the bodies out—it was still mildly traumatizing. Eh—no need to dwell. 

You’ve got other shit to do anyway. 

There’s a seemingly endless zigzag of secret hallways and dusty rooms within the palace, teeming with strange knickknacks and ancient artifacts that are more than likely cursed. Definitely haunted—but it doesn’t stop you from exploring or sorting through the useless junk. Besides—Fennec stayed behind, acting as your glorified babysitter for the past few cycles—ensuring your safety from both whoever dared step foot into the palace and the ghosts. What a lovely woman. 

Speaking of which—you hear her sigh and shuffle, shifting her weight onto her other foot as she leans back against a dusty crate. She picks at the dirt beneath her fingernails, lazily glancing up every now and then to check that you haven’t eviscerated yourself on a piece of scrap metal or something. Lucky for her, all you found today was an abandoned crate of old datapacs shoved in the back corner from what you assumed to be some sort of office. Yesterday you found a sword that was promptly confiscated.  

“I’d be careful snooping around in those,” Fennec warns as your fingers find the on switch. “You never know what sorta data the Hutts were keeping here.”

You shrug and wave away her concern, reading over the information that flickers across the screen. “I think I’ll be ok…See?” You pointedly wave the datapac in her direction. “This one is about the finances. Spooky.”    

Fennec rolls her eyes followed by an amused smirk that ghosts over her lips. You toss it aside and root around some more, pulling out another datapac. The blue hologram flickers to life and as you decipher the little lines of text your face falls. Each line is a name, previous and recently bought or traded people that crossed the threshold of the palace. Fennec was right. This isn’t fun anymore.    

“These are…slaves.” Your lips curls in disgust. “How is this still not outlawed? It’s barbaric.”      

“You’re not from Tatooine, are you?” Fennec asks as she meanders over and wrestles the datapac out of your hands. She switches it off and tosses it back into the dusty crate. You huff and cross your arms over your chest.  

“No,” you agree. “Im from Arkanis. But even there we don’t have slaves.” 

Fennec squats beside you, her elbows resting over her bent knees. She playfully taps your shoulder with the back of her hand and quirks a brow. “What’d I tell you—snooping doesn’t do anyone any good.”

You roll your eyes and shrug, a frown still etched on your lips. Fennec sighs, rubs her chin and then reaches out to push a stray hair behind your ear. A flush blooms up your cheeks at the gentle touch. 

“You have a sensitive soul, Kitten,” she chuckles, poking at your cheek that you’re certain she can feel the heat emirate from. “You said you were from Arkanis—tell me about it. Why come to Tatooine?”

Your lips quirk in a tiny smile as you bat away her pointer finger, saving your cheek from another poke. “Hey—not everyone likes rain ok?” You huff. “Besides, Tatooine wasn’t supposed to be permanent.”

She nods. Unsure what exactly to tell her--a silence ensues. It’s not terribly awkward but it’s enough that makes you jumpy and itching to move on from this room now stained with information you weren’t prepared on finding. You stand suddenly, brush yourself off and mutter under your breath about finding something less…heartbreaking. 

Fennec jumps up as well and when you leave the room her hand clamps over your shoulder. She spins you around and levels her gaze onto you. “You’re free to leave whenever you like. You know that right?”

Your brows furrow. “I know—don’t worry, I want to stay.”

Her head bobs with a satisfied nod. “We’d miss you if you left. You’re nice to have around.”

You blush again and mumble out a thank you, shooting off into another unexplored location to escape Fennec’s knowing smirk. Maker—you’re embarrassing.  

                               -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Boba returns later that afternoon—the shadow of his familiar figure stretches around the curved stairway, the purposeful stomps of his boots against the carved steps following with it. Your heart flutters within your chest, like a distressed creature with wings as you jump from your makeshift seat.

You come face to face with Boba. Or, helmet rather—whatever. 

The smell of hot metal and dry air sticks to him as he paces closer, closing the small gap that separates him from you. You’re frozen beneath the heavy weight of his stare behind the void like black of his visor as he plants himself firmly before you, close enough that his cuirass could brush your chest if he puffed out his own chest.   

“Hi…” You smile, a fragile vale of uncertainty blanketing the pair of you—still attempting to feel out his mood, sort through the general gruffness of his personality and gage wether or not you could reach out and touch him. The helmet is a tricky thing to read and his body language gives nothing away. You swallow your nerves take a leaping risk.   

“Let me see your face.” You murmur. You move your hands up to the edges of his helmet at a snail’s pace, giving him ample time to slip through your fingers—wedge a sharp thorn between whatever it is that you’ve built and name it for what it is.

He doesn’t choose that option. 

With a low hum, Boba dips his helmet closer to your outstretched fingertips instead. The metal is cool under your palms as they fold over the sides of the helmet and pull up. The metal whispers against his skin like wind through tall grass as the point of his chin peeks out, followed by his lips, his nose, and finally those golden brown eyes. They glitter with amusement as you release a shaky breath, the helmet the only thing acting as a barrier as you clutch it near your sternum. His mouth quirks when you blush and glance away—focusing on the little silvery nicks the green paint refused to cover. You rub your thumb over the blaster pockmark that dents the metal—you frown. You hope that wasn’t recent. 

Boba gently pries the helmet out of your hands and sets it onto the armrest of his throne. He purrs your name and pinches your chin between his forefinger and thumb, leading your attention back to him. Your eyes flit up his scars—your breath catching in your throat as he smiles.

“Hello, princess,” he says—the grit and timbre of this new nickname jumpstarting your heart to skip and choke on its own tireless beat.

You roll your bottom lip between your teeth and shake your head. “Boba, I’m not—“

He doesn’t let you finish your sentence—

Boba spreads his fingers over your jaw, tilts your head and swoops down to meet your lips in a dizzying kiss. Hard, hungry, victorious, breathless—like he’s spent years fighting and only now takes a moment to slow down—drown in the softness of your lips and skin. His hands claw at your arms, your clothes, your hair—like you’re the spoils of battle and he fears losing you to the shadows of his past and some hidden horror that nips at his heels. He kisses like a man terrified that this will be brief, intangible and something that’ll abandon him.

He trails after your lips when you break away—your lungs heaving for precious air. He doesn’t let you go far, ensuring your positioning by tangling his fist into your hair at the nape of your neck and scraping his lips up your cheek, enticing you into another kiss. You tilt you chin to meet him with equal fervor, whining as his warm tongue curls sweetly into your mouth. His existence fills your veins with liquid silver—evokes the bloom of crackling star fire beneath the cavity of your ribcage. Every thought starts with him and ends with your heart aching to burst into a million tiny shards.   

The next time you part,  Boba is the first one to pull away. He cups your cheeks between his weathered hands and plants a tender kiss just below your hairline. You swear you can feel the skin buzz from the touch—like every atom in your being was solely created for him to command and conquer. You sigh and lean into his palm. 

“I missed you.” You admit with a small smile. 

Boba leans closer and presses another kiss to your forehead. “And I you, little one.”

“I got worried, y’know,” you continue, your fingers tapping a trail up the front of his chest plate. You trace the repainted insignia with your fingernail and flash him a coy smirk. “You never called—thought maybe you found a new pretty thing.”

He grunts, shakes his head and sweeps a rogue strand of hair behind your ear. “Hilarious—my hands are full enough with you hounding me every five minutes.”

You puff out your bottom lip and feign offense, mumbling some lame whine like a petulant brat. Boba snorts and crowds closer. He presses his gloved thumb between your furrowed brows, smoothing out the wrinkles and then cups your cheeks between both palms. You freeze as he carefully knocks the crown of his forehead onto yours—it’s sweet.

An excited smile splits when he moves his head to your right, the syllables of each word rolling off his tongue sweeter than spiced honey. “I’ll make it up to you, pretty thing,” he whispers by your ear, his warm breath disturbing the fine hairs there. “How does that sound, hm?”

That’s not even a question you would ever dream of denying—you quickly nod. “I’d like that.” 

Boba drops his hands from your face and peels himself away. His eyes trickle down your figure—calculative and analytic—planning out each move to pick apart the entirety of your being. “Take everything off.”

You comply without a second thought—slipping free from the breezy cotton and scratchy poncho you stole from a storage room. The fabric pools at your feet in an unceremonious pile—leaving you bare for him. Despite the sickening dry heat that pollutes the air and causes beads of sweat to gather at your hairline—goosebumps rush up your arms under Boba’s piercing stare. 

Boba’s eyes flicker to the throne. A feral grin tugs at his lips. “Sit.”

This time you hesitate. Did he…? No—you must’ve heard wrong— 

He quirks a brow and gestures to the throne. “Well? Are you going to listen?”

Your tongue slides over your chapped lips. “O-ok..I just—never mind…”

Scrounging up some courage, you gingerly seat yourself onto Boba Fett’s throne. Chills race along the entirety of your body as the freezing metal seeps into your warm flesh. You squirm and beat away the urge to wrap your arms around yourself—he wouldn’t like that—probably would take it as some sort of insult anyway—

All your current discomforts melt away in a fraction of a breath as Boba Fett lowers himself to one knee, and then the other. A king kneeling before his very own throne for someone like you. Someone who’ll be lost to the pages of history and the endless swirl of galaxies and supernovas—you’re nobody to the world, but to him you’re everything. You inhale a shaky breath as a strange stroke of pride alights through your body as he peels off his gloves and maneuvers himself flush against the edge of the throne and between your thighs.    

Boba bows forward and slips his calloused hands around your ribcage to tug you closer. His lips land over your collar bone, slides his tongue over the protrusion then sinks his teeth into you there. You gasp as he slides lower, leading a trail of bruises and teeth marks in his wake. Boba moves his palms, up and in to grab at your breasts, the flats of his fingertips rolling over your nipples. A whimper escapes past your lips as he catches the pebbled bud between his lips, the hard enamel of his teeth scraping over it—meant to tease. Your nails dig into the fabric bunched around his neck as he moves on to suck your other nipple, the cooling saliva sending a chill down your spine as it dries.

You squirm, unable close your legs or to relieve some of that burning tension collecting in your core. You’re already wet—worked up and impatient. You roll your head back onto your shoulders and bite your lip. If you complain and tell him to hurry up you’re scared he’ll leave you like this—deny you that pleasure you’ve been craving for days.  

It feels like ages before he moves on from your breasts, now smattered with bruises and his saliva, and carves out a blinding path down your sternum, your belly, then your navel with his tongue. Boba circles your bellybutton—you force down the ticklish nerves and stay still for him. 

You don't mean to jump as his rough hands drop over your knees. You barely get out the first syllable of an apology when his hands slip up your bare thighs, curl around the swell of your ass and yank. You squeak as the edge of the throne bites into your tailbone, the majority of your lower half forced to lean on Boba’s shoulders and his greedy hands. He kisses the inside of your knee—you jolt with an airy gasp. 

Boba picks up his head and smirks. “Look at me when I taste you, little one.”

Mouth suddenly drier than dust, you nod dumbly. 

He hums, satisfied with your weak response and continues on.  

Boba’s bare fingers trace minuscule patterns into the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, coaxing out a shiver. They sweep up towards the apex of your thighs, settling close enough to reach your aching center. You know he’s there—it’s impossible to ignore him—but you curse anyway when you feel his thumbs softly part the lips of your soaking cunt. They steadily work up and down, smearing your wetness around but never enough to give you any friction. You bite back a groan as your hips unconsciously twitch. 

“Patience, princess,” he rumbles, shifting his weight to better reach your cunt. “Maker—you’re dripping already.”   

There's a moment just before Boba commits, his face hovering close enough that you can feel his sticky, hot breath, anticipation gripping your chest. And then he licks a broad stripe from the base of your pussy all the way up to your swollen clit. 

His mouth Is searing, his tongue like liquid velvet as you shudder and grab at his head. He grunts against you as you drag him closer—greedy for everything he deems you worthy of. Boba’s mouth pinpoints around your clit, sucking and tracing circles over the bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue. Your eyes flutter—it’s a struggle not to shut them completely. He asked you to watch after all… 

He then trails lower, sucks on your labia, and makes his way down to your entrance. The wet heat of his tongue circles your entrance, skips over it completely to lick at the wetness dripping lower that threatens to pool onto the throne or the floor. He opens his mouth wide and hums in appreciation, devouring your pussy like he’s been denied this his entire life. 

“Fuck—Boba,” you cry, canting your hips into his mouth. 

It's perfect. So fucking good. 

The tips of his thick fingers, two of them, press at your entrance, teasing the fluttering ring of soft muscle before sinking in. The two digits slip in with ease—all the way up to the second knuckle and when he draws them back, they're slick with your wetness, glinting in the low light. With a smirk, Boba thrusts them back in, then out—setting a steady pace that he refuses to stray from. It leaves you just hovering along the sharp edge of oblivion, the catch of his knuckles and calloused skin along your walls pure torture. Stars—he’s going to be the death of you—

Your hips arch into him, trying to urge him to go faster. Instead, he slowly retracts his fingers and removes his mouth. You gasp in frustration as your cunt clenches around thin air. It almost hurts. 

“I told you to be patient,” Boba chuckles, massaging a warm palm along the outside of your thigh. “You’re behaving like a brat.” 

“I’m—I—I’m sorry—“ You wheeze, trying to rope in some self control that fled a long time ago. Your wits are scrapped thin as you throw your hand against the back of the throne. You don’t care that he’s rendered you to a begging mess, your words slurred and hardly understandable. You're so close to diving off the edge—so near to those plush lips and weathered hands that’ll surely become your salvation. "Please! P-please—I need..." 

You're babbling as he drags his fingertips over your thigh, skims over your cunt, and traces a pattern into your opposite thigh. "Boba. Fuck. I pro-promise to be better—I can do it. Please—“

He complies.

Two fingers are thrust up into your dripping cunt, curving so deliciously into something that feels like unrefined plasma bolts. His mouth dips down and sucks on your clit and with a few more curls and thrusts of his fingers inside of your clenching walls, your body seizes up tight. 

You're flying off you’re high, faster than a fucking speeder with tampered gears. You cum onto his tongue with a strangled cry of his name, sparks of blurry white lining the edges of your vision as your back arches. Boba keeps licking you through your orgasm, even as you buck and squirm in his iron hold. Stars implode behind your eyelids as heat, hotter than wildfire and jetfuel spreads from your center all the way up your stomach and down to your toes. You're shaking, lucid enough to hear Boba, and feel the vibration of his groan, as he licks up the flood of your wetness over his tongue. 

Your brain swims in hazy bliss and fuzzy pleasure as you float back to reality. He's still curling his fingers into your pussy and it hurts. You're too sensitive. Your nerves are rubbed raw and you're still throbbing—but you're too fucked out and still riding the waves of your orgasm to push him away. He takes this opportunity to tilt his fingers into your cunt faster, suckle and lave his tongue over your clit that burns from overstimulation—somehow you're back at the very edge again.

It's sharper than a blade against flesh. Your thighs quiver around him as he twists his fingers inside you and bumps agains that tiny, little patch of nerves that wrenches a cry from you. Your orgasm floods through you veins, bursting and rupturing every cell in your being. This one is blistering—charrs all the way to the fucking bone. Your core pulses around Boba’s fingers, fucking you through it until those burning waves of release eventually cease into a dull throb. You whimper and push at his forehead because he's still licking at your cunt. You panic a bit—fucking hell, he’s gonna make you cry—but he pulls away, his mouth and chin wet with your slick. 

Boba leaves absolutely no time to completely float down from your high—you squeak as his hands shoot up to grab at your hips, wrenching you off the throne and all but throwing you onto the same floor he kneels on. You flash him a dopey grin, letting your legs fall open for his enjoyment—

“Such a filthy princess,” he chuckles, extending a hand to cover your knee, bending it further out to expose more of your flushed cunt. “You taste sweeter than star cherries.”

You preen at his compliment. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

It earns you an amused huff. Boba scrapes the hand resting on your knee to the apex of your legs, thumb and forefinger gently parting your delicate, slick folds. You bite back a keening whine, utterly exposed to him as he slips the hood back from the throbbing knot of nerves at the top of your slit. Too raw. Your pussy clenches involuntarily, causing everything from your toes to your hips stiffen. Boba hums in delight at his handiwork. 

“Stars, Boba—please…” You beg, voice breathy and soft like whips of spider silk. Boba makes a sound that oozes with smug pleasure, teasing your sore clit with unadulterated glee. “Please,” you hear yourself whimper over your pounding pulse, shifting in his grasp and praying he’ll put an end to this sickly sweet torture.

“Pretty little thing, begging for my cock…” He rasps, darkly threaded sin and the husky scrape of the gray sea licking up jagged, black rock. You’re certain he could talk you into unraveling at the seams, untouched and putty in his hands for him to mold and shape. Boba’s other hand sweeps up your sternum, his fingertips dancing along the mythosaur pendant coiled around your neck. He then curls his thick fingers around the base of your throat and ever so lightly squeezes. “Poor baby—all worked up after a few days…I’ll fix that for you.” 

Before you can fully process, he grabs the swell of your hip and flips you onto your belly. The air from your lungs is knocked out of your chest, the abrasive sandstone bitting into the points of your elbows and patches of your skin and no doubt leaving behind irritated scrapes. You hear the shuffle of fabric and then Boba suddenly seizes your hips and arches them into his crotch, grinding the deliciously hard length of his cock through your wet folds. Throbbing and just as desperate as you are, Boba refrains from flinging you into another bout of teasing. He slicks himself up with your arousal and drags the tip of himself to your clenching center and sinks that first, glorious inch inside of you. 

With a low groan, Boba pushes in deeper, watching your tight hold flutter and accommodate his thick length. It’s the same as before during that night in the cantina—dreadfully full and all but bursting at the seems. The gentle rocks of his hips and gravelly praise eventually allow him to finally bottom out, his sharp hipbones resting against the swell of your ass as you shudder and groan. Fuck—

You can feel him in your fucking guts. 

Boba grants you a brief moment to settle and then—it’s catastrophic. 

Your jaw drops in a silent scream when he pulls back, all the way to the tip and slams back into your tight heat. Boba’s hand tangles into your hair at the nape of your neck and and pulls, forcing your back into a sharp arch. The action leaves more of you open, somehow pressing in even further. He hits so deeply within you—stars it feels like he’s splitting you open and laying you bare. 

His dark chuckle resonates above you—a bit breathy as he tames his own frazzled nerves. “Shit—that feels good. Doesn’t it, princess?”

Your incoherent babble makes him laugh as he gives your hair a playful tug, all the while he never stops thrusting in and out of you. You wiggle your hips, the slight shift makes it ache, and the sharp downward thrusts put delirious pressure on that patch of nerves that renders you dizzy. Every muscle in your body feels like it’s a tightly spooled cable, fraying and an inch away from snapping. Your gasping breaths pitch into airy squeaks as the fist twisted in your hair tightens, tugging your head back just a bit more.

Boba lurches foreword, the nip of beskar a frigid shock to the bare skin of your back when he lays over you, his elbows caging you in close. His head drops onto your shoulder blade, pressing sloppy kisses over the arch of your throat and slope of your shoulder—without warning he sinks his teeth into the juncture of your neck. Maker save you—

The feral drag of Boba’s teeth digging into your sensitive flesh skin makes you squeeze around his cock—Boba answers with a soft growl that vibrates against the skin of your shoulder. Somehow he fucks into you harder, his pace becoming brutal. Your nails scrabble against the floor, searching for some sort of anchor as you wail under him.

It’s too much—fuck, you’re gonna implode. Pinned between the rough sandstone and the hand in in your hair, mixed with the sharp pain of his teeth marring your skin—you loose it. Sensing your peaking orgasm, Boba’s fingers wedge between your legs to toy with your clit. He rubs quick circles with two fingers as he purrs words of filth into your ear—how good his pretty thing is for him, how well you came for him, how tight you are. 

“There you go, little one,” Boba says, his words like a tendril of dark smoke. “Cum for your king.”   

His efforts are quickly rewarded as you shudder and lock up harder than durasteel beneath him. A blinding surge of vicious heat, knocks you clean off your feet and steals away all the air left in your lungs as your nails dig into the sandstone—trembling and grappling blindly for a foothold in your own head. The cold chest plate is a much needed anchor for the overwhelming intensity that threatens to drown you and bury you six fix under.   

He bites down again when he cums, his hips digging into you with short, rough jabs. “Fuck—you take me so well.” You squirm, feeling his cock throb and spill into you, making the mess between your legs smear over your thighs. His thrusts stutter to a stop as he sighs deeply and pulls out, a mixture of his cum and your arousal spilling onto the floor. Boba huffs above you, drags a finger through your swollen folds and pushes it back inside of you. “Good girl.”

You shiver—reduced to a useless puddle with no intent from moving off the floor as Boba’s weight moves away. You could sleep here—that’s something completely plausible you think. Nice, warm dirt—

Boba purrs your name—the sound piquing your interest enough that you overcome the heaviness that’s settled in your body and move your head. He’s returned to his throne, cheeks a bit flushed and his chest rising and falling to recover precious air. You watch as Boba peels off his cuirass with practiced ease, and lays it with care onto the floor. He murmurs your name a second time and pats his lap, coaxing you off the floor. 

You happily slither onto his thighs, exhausted and all too eager to be swept up into the warmth of his arms. He grunts as you tuck your head under his chin and cuddle into his chest, relishing the rough scrape of his palms folding over your shoulder and the outside of your thigh. His soft breaths tickle the top of your head paired with the quiet, but steady rhythm of his heart beating beneath your fingertips and ear pressed onto his sternum. Your eyes flutter shut and though a hushed silence falls over the room, there’s nothing to be said. 

Boba tucks his nose into your hair and you smile, the slow speak of your heart unraveling into a lush garden of something new and brittle—like flakes of frost in the early morning sun. He’s more bruise than bleed nowadays—a wound closed then reopened and he promises nothing of a future beyond what you have in these moments. And yet—

You wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. 

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[feralthoughtdump]

Love Me Harder

CW: swearing, smut, reader calls Bucky “Sergeant”, spitting, choking, restraints (with a necktie), spanking, dom!Bucky

Word Count: 2.3k

“Oh you’re really testing me, aren’t you?” 

She giggles at Bucky’s words. Her plan was working, and it was working well. 

From giving him a quick peek at her lacy black panties while getting ready, to the teasing touches, to her giving the bartender one too many flirty looks, it was all to rile him up. Get him angry, and hopefully end their dry spell. 

Well, calling it a dry spell was a bit dramatic. It was just a little over a week without Bucky fucking her. Nevertheless, she was still irritated.

It wasn’t necessarily Bucky’s fault, nor is it hers. They’ve been busy. With him going on back-to-back missions, and her having a jam-packed schedule, neither of them had the time. 

But right when they found some time to take a break, Sharon threw a party and insisted that they’d come. 

The final straw was when she had taken her panties off in the bathroom and sneakily tucked them into the pocket of Bucky’s jacket. When his fingers grazed over the lace, he saw red. If they weren’t surrounded by others, he would’ve bent her over the bar and fucked her until she forgot her name. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sergeant.” She purrs into his ear and leaves the table, heading off to talk to Sharon. 

It wasn’t until a few hours later when the crowd had dissipated and his watch read 1:03 am when the two of them decided to leave. 

She was disappointed when he said nothing, or more so, when he did nothing, as they got into the car, ready to head back to their shared Brooklyn apartment. 

She took off her makeup and showered with dissatisfaction on the tip of her tongue. Her plan was working, but it failed miserably. 

It didn’t help that his hair had begun to get long again. It hung in his face and was always so soft between her fingers. 

She loved to grab onto it when his head was between her thighs and the thought of it made her hornier than ever.

Sure, she could just touch herself and relieve the frustration between her legs, but it wasn’t the same. Plus, if Bucky found out, she would be due for the worst spanking of her life. 

She walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of his boxers and a thin cami, ready to sleep away the ache between her thighs. 

As she crouched down to pet Tux, the little black and white cat they adopted a few months ago, Bucky’s boots crept into her vision, illuminated from the bedside light.

“Look at me, doll.” 

His tone was authoritative and demanding so she knew better than to disobey. She looked up into his blue eyes, pleasantly surprised by the anger and lust that glazed over them.

She slowly starts to get up, Tux scampering out of the bedroom door, but Bucky places a hand on her shoulder, pushing her back onto her knees. 

He’s still dressed in the party attire, only he’s shed the jacket. Her mouth waters at the sight of his button-up shirt, now untucked from his black jeans with his tie hanging loosely from the collar. 

She slowly reached up to unbutton his jeans but he catches her wrist. 

“No. Not after the shit you pulled earlier tonight.” He taps his metal fingers on her lower lip. “Open up.”

She parts her lips and lets him slide the metal onto her tongue. They never break eye contact as she sucks, swirling her tongue around the digits. 

He lets his other hand caress her face, gently stroking her cheek. 

“Good girl.” He murmurs.

She closes her eyes and whines around his fingers. 

“You’re such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He cocks his head. “Already so desperate just from sucking my fingers.”

She nods, giving his big doe eyes. 

He pulls her fingers from her mouth and hooks his thumb over her teeth. 

“Answer me!” He commands.

“Yes!” She struggles to speak with her open mouth.

He bends down and stares daggers into her. 

Without speaking, he spits, letting it land on her tongue. 

“Don’t you dare swallow until I tell you.”

She nods her head.

He observes her with an amused smirk, watching her eyes water and her jaw tremble. After about a minute, he unhooks his thumb from her jaw. Gently, he taps his fingers against her chin, signaling her to close her mouth.

“Swallow.”

He says nothing as she obediently swallows, then latching his lips onto hers. It’s rough, slopping kissing with teeth knocking into each other and gentle bites at her lips.

When he pulls away from her, she pouts with spit-slicken, swollen lips, the only thing on her mind being Bucky and his cock. 

The hardwood floor digs into her knees and she shifts, trying to relieve the pain. 

“Do your knees hurt?” He asks, voice low and gentle.

She nods her head. 

“Yes Sergeant.” 

“I guess I should do something about that.”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes. 

“Yeah, you really should.”

She’s taken by surprise at the feeling of his hand grabbing her neck, the metal squeezing at the sides. 

“You really need to fix that attitude of yours.” He growls, pulling her up to stand on wobbly feet. “You think that you can flirt with the bartender like a little slut? You think that you can tease me all night in front of Sharon and all her friends?”

“If it’s enough to make you fuck me,” She retorts with a gasp “then yeah. Yeah, I do.” 

She realizes that she should’ve just kept her mouth shut when he slams her down onto the bed, her feet bouncing on the mattress. 

His grip on her neck tightens and her eyes roll into the back of her head. A whine escapes her lips when he takes his hand away.

“Hands above your head.” He orders. When she doesn’t comply, he lands a hard slap on her thigh, making her cry out. “Now!”

She hurriedly obeys and watches with excited eyes as he loops his tie around her wrists, binding them together with a tight knot.

Her mouth stretches into a smile when Bucky shrugs off his dress shirt. She drools at the sight of his form, especially at the way his biceps flex when he pulls his undershirt over his head.

“Like what you see, doll?”

She bites her lip and nods.

“Such a shame I’m not letting you touch me. You’ve done plenty of that tonight.”

Her heart drops and a whimper slips past her lips.

All she wanted to do was get her hands on him but Bucky is denying her of that. It wasn’t fair. 

Well, in retrospect, she probably deserves it. 

So she sighs and pouts, hoping that her wide-eyed gaze would be enough to convince him to be nicer to her. 

“I’m sorry.” She apologizes. “I just- I just wanted you to fuck me.” 

Bucky wraps his hands around her ankles and pulls her down the bed. 

“Oh, doll, is that all you wanted?” He gently caresses her calf. “You just wanted me to fuck you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes…?”

“Yes Sergeant.” She whines, all gaspy and desperate. “Can you please fuck me?”

He lowers himself onto the bed, letting her legs draw over his shoulders. 

“You’ve got such good manners, doll.” He plants a wet kiss to the inside of her thigh. 

“Asking so nicely too.” He tugs her (well, his) boxers down her legs and throws them onto the floor. “But I’m not fucking you yet.”

She’s reduced to a panting mess when he eases a finger inside of her. 

Her eyes squeeze shut as she takes a deep breath, careful not to whine too loudly. It was far too late at night and she wouldn’t want to wake the neighbors. 

Bucky’s done so little to her yet the way he dominates her, the way he’s able to take control over her, it leaves her dizzy. 

“Come on, pretty girl.” He murmurs against her thighs. “Let me hear those pretty sounds.” 

She shakes her head.

“The neighbors.” she whispers “I don’t want to wake them up.”

He shoves another finger inside of her, making her yelp at the stretch.

“I don’t care if they hear you. In fact,” he curls his fingers up, hitting that spot inside of her. “I want them to hear you. Let them know you’re mine.” 

She bites her lip, still reluctant, and Bucky rolls his eyes.

He pistons his fingers in and out of her and swirls his tongue around her clit. 

Her resolve is slowly starting to chip away as she lets out a breathy moan. 

“Bucky!”

He responds with a hum, the vibrations making her clench down on his metal fingers. 

She’s close. Very, very close. 

Her chest rises and falls as she struggles to control her volume, biting down on her lip so hard, it’s close to bleeding. 

“I’m-” tears pool in her eyes. “I’m gonna-”

He swiftly pulls away from her, slipping his fingers out of her. 

“No, you aren’t.” 

She tries to sit up, but finds it difficult, given her restrained hands. She collapses back onto the bed with a frustrated groan. 

“Please!”

He takes hold of her face, squishing her cheeks together. 

“I decide when you get to cum. Now, if you don’t stop being a whiny brat, I won’t let you cum at all. Do you understand?”

She nods her head, tears spilling over her lashline. 

“Words, angel, use your words.” He chastises. 

“Yes- Yes Sergeant.” She quavers. “Yes, I understand.” 

His hold on her chin is released and she inhales a shaky breath. When she thinks he isn’t looking, too occupied with stripping off his jeans, she discreetly tries to rub her thighs together. 

She isn’t so lucky. 

As a quiet gasp leaves her lips, his belt cracks down on her thigh. Her once quiet gasp turns into a loud yelp. 

“What did I just say?” 

“I’m sorry!” She wails. “I just wanted to cum!” 

He flips her over onto her stomach and smacks her ass with the belt, leaving a bright red stripe on her flesh. 

She bites down onto the pillow and lets out a cry, the ache in her tummy growing stronger.

“No, I don’t think you do.” The leather cracks onto her skin again and she pulls at her bindings. “Because if you wanted to cum, you wouldn’t be so disobedient.” 

She buries her face in the pillow, muffling her sobs as he continues his assault on her ass, occasionally switching out the leather belt for his metal hand, worsening the sting. 

“I knew you’d like this.” She hears him murmur, swiping a finger through her dripping cunt. “My dirty little thing.” 

He chuckles at her little yelp when he pinches the burning skin. 

“You’re awfully cute, sweet angel.” He coos. “So cute, in fact, I think I’m gonna give you what you want.” 

He pulls her hips up, her upper half sliding down the mattress. 

“Are you going to fuck me?” She asks sweetly, turning her head to look at him. 

“Oh, angel,” He gently pushes her sweaty hair out of her face. “Of course. I think I’ve punished you enough.” 

She winces and pulls at her restraints as he slowly pushes his cock inside. She’s taken him before, but she never really got used to the stretch. 

When he’s fully situated inside of her, he places a strong hand on her back, keeping her still on the mattress. 

“Remember what I said, doll?” He asks. 

“You decide when I cum.” She answers. 

He pulls out halfway and slams himself back inside of her, making her wail.

“Good girl.” 

The way he’s got her positioned allows him to go deeper, each thrust hitting that spot inside of her that would send her toppling over the edge in a few minutes. Normally, this would be a good thing, but now? When she’s so close? Not really. 

She’s no longer holding back on her volume. Her pleading sobs and desperate whines ricochet throughout the room, for sure, waking up the neighbors. 

As she tightens around his cock, she looks out the window, trying to distract herself with the view of the city skyline. 

Her little distraction fails to do anything when he snaps his forward, driving his cock deep into her. 

“Fuck!” She curses through gritted teeth. “I’m close. I’m really close.”

“Hold it.” He huffs. 

“I can’t!” She protests. 

Bucky removes his hand from her back and places it on her tied wrists. 

“Yes, you can. Do you know why?”

She shakes her head, tears streaming down her face. 

“Because I said so.”

Her mouth hangs open, moaning his name and desperate pleas. 

She’s clenching tightly around him, making him curse. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight, angel.” He hangs his head, his hair ticking at her skin. “Gonna make me cum.” 

He lowers his head to her face. 

“You wanna cum? You wanna cum with me?”

She gives him an enthusiastic nod, a quiet ‘yes, please’ spilling from her lips.

“Are you going to be good?”

“Yes, Sergeant.” 

“Gonna misbehave and act out again?”

“No, Sergeant.” 

He grins at her. 

“Good. Good girl. Come on, cum for me.”

The pressure inside of her snaps and she cums with a loud cry, pleasure wracking through her body. 

She feels him release inside of her and she blissfully hums, a fucked out smile forming on her lips. 

“Fuck.” He quietly mutters, carefully undoing the tie on her wrist. 

When her hands are free, he lies down next to her and pulls her close. 

She quietly rests her head on the juncture of his neck and shoulder, nosing at his throat. 

“Thanks.” She giggles, her head all dizzy. 

“For what, doll?”

“For the sex. I really needed it.”

He brings her wrists up to his lips, gently kissing along the red marks. 

“I think we both needed it.”

He turns off the bedside lamp and places a kiss on the top of her head. 

“Come on, doll. Get some sleep. It’s late.” 

Before they drift off to sleep, she quietly speaks up.

“I love you, Bucky.” 

He gives her a kiss on the tip of her nose. 

“I love you too.”