#VERY hot to watch a pretty girl open her mouth wide in a silent plea for you to keep dripping your spit in

[pixievi]

𓆩 semi public with bottom vi

you shushed her, clamping your free hand over her mouth as your other hand was in her pants. playing with her under all her layers. her slick covered your fingers as you ran them through her folds, agonisingly slow. vi jerked her hips towards you in a silent plea. the music from the bar bled into the little cleaning cupboard that you had shoved vi into, and you hoped it would be enough to mask any pretty sounds she makes.

you finally grazed the tips of your index and middle finger against her swollen clit and she groaned, leaning her head back on the wall behind her. you could've sworn you felt the whisper of a 'please' against your palm. she ground her hips into your hand impatiently and you just brought your lips to her neck, and sucked marks into the sensitive skin. vi was hot all over, and she wished you would just take her clothes off and stop fucking teasing. but she knew you both didn't have time for that.

chatter and the scraping of chairs just outside the door made vi freeze and look at you with wide eyes, but you just smiled wickedly, and slipped a finger into her wetness. she gasped but welcomed you with a clench around your finger. you went back to marking her neck sloppily as you thrusted in and out of her, stretching her out slowly. vi shivered at the feeling, but she was still very aware of the people that just sat outside. her tummy fluttered at the risk, and she clenched around you again. you giggled against her neck and moved your lips to the shell of her ear.

"you're filthy",you whispered, emphasising it with a deep thrust. a moan escaped vi's lips, drowning out the already low volume of the music outside. "you want another, pretty girl?"

vi nodded against your hand eagerly and grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer. "p-please"

she kept a tight grip on your wrist as you slipped a second finger into her heat. you settled your fingers as deep as you could in her and she tried spreading her legs for you, but it was a little difficult with her pants halfway down her muscled thighs. vi would've taken them fully off, but she kinda enjoyed the idea of you getting her off while you both still had (most) of your clothes on. you picked up the pace, and curled your fingers. expertly finding your favourite spot.

vi gripped your shoulder for stability as her thighs started to shake. she really tried to hold back her moans, she really did, but your fingers brushing against her spot every time you slammed your fingers in and out of her really didn't help. you were determined to have the whole bar hear her. you removed your hand from her mouth and caught her soft lips in an eager kiss. vi moaned sweetly into your mouth as your free hand trailed under her shirt, rolling over the toned muscles of her stomach on your way to her tits.

you snaked your hand under her bra and rolled her taut nipple between your fingers. she groaned into your lips as you played with her. she grew wetter around you and you slipped in and out of her with even more vigour. you pulled away and watched her features scrunch in pleasure and concentration, both on your touch and keeping her moans in. her eyes shot open in surprise when you didn't place your hand back over her mouth.

"try not to let the people just outside hear how much of a slut you are, yeah?”, you whispered against her ear. a shiver ran down vi's spine and warmth fluttered in her stomach. she clenched around you again with a choked whimper.

she was so close. she was trying so hard to hold in her pretty sounds as you stretched her out with your fingers. but each escaping whimper and moan got louder with each thrust. a third finger joined the other two and vi swore in surprise.

“you're being such a good girl for me”,you cooed, against her ear again.

that did it. her thighs squeezed around your hand as the muscled brawler came around your finger. a pleasured groan ripped out of her throat, filling the room. you heard the chatter outside the door falter while vi panted. clearly not caring anymore how loud she was.

this is actually part of a 3-part request i got AGES ago, but i'm going to upload them individually instead because they'll be uploaded quicker that way!!

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[lavenderedhoney]

Ok I'll admit it. Spitting in mouths is hot

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[magalidragon]

#5 in anger management 😏😈

Alrighty then! 😈 Back to Barrister Dany and Judge Jon! In all their dirtiness, lol

#5. “I think you lost your underwear somewhere.”

Jon idly rubbed the ‘Love’ tattoo on his wrist with his opposite thumb, listening to Tyrion complaining over a motion that Dany had just filed on behalf of her client, a motion that Tyrion seemed to have particular angst over.  Jon figured it was because Dany had filed a motion claiming prosecutorial malfeasance, which honestly, given that it was Tyrion Lannister, Jon was pretty sure was 100 percent accurate.

He shifted in the back of the courtroom, glancing at Judge Ashara Dayne, who had transitioned to the Court of Common Pleas.  She smiled in his direction, gave a small wave, and proceeded to rule that she would need time with the motion and until then, court was adjourned, over Tyrion’s protests.  She banged the gavel, and everyone stood, including Jon, waiting for her to depart before they gathered their things.

He walked down the aisle towards the defense table, Dany saying goodbye to her client before the bailiff took him away.  He stopped, waiting on her, and Tyrion wandered over.  “You lost?” he asked.

Jon glanced sideways.  He smiled politely.  “Tyrion, lovely to see you of course.”  He lifted his brows.  “You said something?”

“I was just wondering if you were lost.”

“Your Honor.”

Tyrion frowned.  “Excuse me?”

“Oh, I was just saying ‘Your Honor’, because last I checked I’m still a judge even if it in juvenile court.”  He rarely ever played that hand, but it was fun to play with Tyrion, because he was such an arsehole.  

Tyrion glared at him, gritting out, “Your Honor”, like it was glue in his mouth, and stormed away.  

Dany stepped over to him, lightly pecking his lips.  “That was fun.”  She frowned at him, head cocking slightly. It made her earrings bob, sending bright red little sparkles of light around her in the sunlight through the wide courtroom windows.  “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to pop by.”

“Well I’m glad, let’s go back to your office.”  

He walked at her side, his robes billowing out around him; he’d forgotten to take them off when he left his courtroom, not usually one to wear them beyond chambers.  He rubbed his wrist again, wincing at the slight pain shooting through his radius.  “Your block this morning still hasn’t worn off,” he complained.  

She giggled.  “I’ll make it up to you.”

“And how, pray tell will you do that?”

“You’ll see,” she said airily, checking her phone, and let out a sound that most dogs probably wouldn’t even be able to hear it was so high-pitched.  “Oh!”  She turned it towards him and sighed.  “Look at Lya!  She’s such a strong little girl!”

“Dany, she has our son in a headlock.”

“Hmm, he’ll get out of it.”

The terrible twos were indeed truly terrible, especially with their twins.  Daemon and Lya loved each other like siblings did, falling asleep in each other’s arms most evenings, but only after they had ripped at each other’s hair, thrown each other’s food, and had now begun fighting in a manner suggesting they had inherited their mother’s rage issues.  He would need to get them into Arya’s martial arts class soon.  He was positive Lya was already adept at Faceless, because even in utero she’d been hiding, using her brother as a shield until finally the doctor was able to space out the rather ‘erratic’ heartbeat and discover it was two babies, not one.  

They entered his office via the back entrance, bypassing Gilly and Satin, who he believed—hoped—were out to lunch.  He moved to unzip his robes, idly checking the schedule in front of him on the desk to see he didn’t have court until later that afternoon.  He would work on some judgments until then, or rather…he caught sight of Dany, who had shaken off her blazer and removed her heels, padding over to him silently.  He arched his brow.  “Can I help you Mrs. Snow?”

“Hmm…that depends Your Honor.”

“On what?”

Dany pulled at the sides of his robes, her fingers flicking the zipper.  She lifted her eyes, large and sinful, the lavender ring around her pupil disappearing into deep indigo, her lips parting to allow her tongue to dart out and wet the top one, voice husking:  “On what you decide.”

“Decide?” he gasped, her hands tracing over his chest.  He closed his eyes, suppressing the growl deep from within.  He dropped his hands to her hips.  “And what do I have to decide?”

“Hmm…the decision before the Court is…” She pushed him, easily, down into his chair.  He shifted backwards, his dress slacks incredibly uncomfortable, the front already tenting out as he grew harder with every whisper of her words.  She overed over him, her hands on either side, on the chair’s armrests.  The deep ‘v’ of her dress gaped, giving him an unobstructed view of her perfect breasts.  He moved, wanting to fill his hands with them, but she shook her head, pushing him back into the seat.  “Nope.  You have to decide.”  She licked her lips again, whispering.  “Do you want my mouth or…” Her fingers traced over the front of the robe, separating it, and began to pop his shirt buttons.  “Or my cunt?”

He released a high-pitched whine, shifting in the seat again, gasping.  “Both?”

“Nope, you get one or the other.”

Eyes clenched shut, her scent catching him, floral and spicy, he couldn’t possibly decide.  Her fingers began to undo his belt buckle and it seemed she was going to decide for him, but she stopped, hands on his hips.  “Dany,” he gasped, eyes springing open, seeing her smirking at him.  “I can’t.”

“Nope, Your Honor must decide.”

Fuck, every single time she called him that he swore he could come.  He shook his head fast, decision made, when she licked her lips again, bright red, the same color as her dress.  “Fuck, your mouth.”

“Hmm, very well.”  

She fell to her knees and pulled at his pants, his hips lifting to let his cock spring out, and she frowned, cocking her head.  “Hmm…I think you lost your underwear somewhere.”  She grinned up.  “Your Honor.”

It was his turn to smirk.  “I think they’re still somewhere in the couch from this morning.”

“So you’ve been commando in court all morning?”

“Hmm…I suppose I have been.”

“My, my, my, whatever will the Minister of Justice have to say to that?”

“Fuck, I hope she never finds out and can we not talk about Olenna Tyrell now?”  

She licked at him, like a lollipop, from base to tip, silencing anything he had to say on the matter, her mouth easily sliding over him, engulfting him in her heat.  His hands flew to her hair, wrapping the silky strands around his fists, hlding it from her face as she worked him over, her throat a hot, tight suction around him, taking him deep before she let go again, teasing and taunting, her hand moving in tandem with her mouth, while her other scratched lightly up over his chest.  

Seven hells, he thought, over and over again, his cries caught in his throat, a fist coming to cover his mouth so no one could potentially overhear what was happening in his office.  He made the mistake of glancing down at her again, her eyes wide and watery, spittle and precum around her lips and chin, and he forced himself not to thrust into her suddenly, but couldn’t help it when his hips lifted, just in time for her to pop off of him.  

“What,” he began, startled, and desperate to come, so close, his body quivering and the tingle in the base of his spine already starting, warning.  

Dany hiked her skrit up over her hips, pushed aside her red thong, and gripping him, slid down easily, not stopping her long, low moan.  He swallowed any further sounds she might make with his lips, kissing her hard, one hand still wrapped in her hair and the other coming down to her back, helping her grind into him, rubbing her clit on his pelvis as he arched up into her, hips rolling together, both of them so close.  

He came fast and hard, flooding into her tight heat, hips juddering with each wave, and didn’t stop until she came too, a few seconds later, gripping him like a vice.  He couldn’t see anything, just blinding light behind his eyelids and damn well couldn’t hear much either, nothing but a muffled “Love you.”

“Hmm,” he murmured, seeking her mouth again, whispering.  “I love you too.”

They remained ine ach other’s arms a moment longer, until he softened and pulled out and she climbed off of him.  In the bathroom they cleaned up and made themselves presentable, no one the wiser at what might have just happened.  He kissed her goodbye, said he’d see her at the gym later before they picked up the kids at Auntie Arya’s, and reluctantly unlocked the door to see her out.

“Mrs. Snow,” Satin said primly, waiting for the door to open.

Dany grinned.  “Satin.”  She waved.  “Bye darling, see you later.”

“Bye,” he called, watching Dany sashay out.  He grinned and nodded for Satin to come into the office, taking a seat in his chair while Satin moved to the couch.  He took the papers that they were set to go over and lifted up his pen.  “Alright, so first I want to talk about the Rast judgment…”

Satin wasn’t saying anything, not even paying attention.  Jon frowned. “What?”

Satin leaned over the edge of the couch and picked up a pair of black silk boxers, holding them up on the end of his pen.  He smirked.  “These yours, Boss?”

“Hmm,” Jon noted, frowning.  “So that’s where they were.”

Smutty One Liners Prompts

[yodawgiherd]

The Duality of Man

RATING: E

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No prompt or anything, just felt like flexing my E-rated muscle Short BDSM EM story for your viewing pleasure - if smut isn't your cup of tea then I suggest avoiding it for the sake of your mental health ^^ (another story that is def. in the main fic universe, just doesn't really fit the narrative right now)

It was a beautiful day outside. The sun was high in the sky, illuminating everything with its warm rays, the birds were singing, people were enjoying these gifts from the earth. Yet, as it always is, there were certain places where the sun did not shine, such as the room Eren was sitting in.

Then again, in his case it was better to have the shutters closed, because he didn’t want an audience right now. The things that were happening were better to be enjoyed with just the two people involved.

Taking a sip of the whiskey in his hand, Eren leaned into the gentle hug of the leather, the chair being exactly as comfortable as one can physically be. He, in his arrogance, ignored the beautiful day outside, as his eyes were trained on another prize, and it would be a lie to say that it wasn’t quite a spectacle as well.

It would also be rude not to pay attention, as his kitten was trying so, so hard.

The Sybian saddle was a powerful machine, and watching it wreck Mikasa’s shop was a sight. Or, to be exact, her riding it was the sight – the machine was only a part of the whole picture. It began on the top, where the cat ears were sitting snuggly nestled into her midnight hair, now matted with sweat. Her sharp grey eyes were hidden from him by the blindfold, but that was a trade Eren was willing to take. Down over her pretty, pretty face that was contorted not only in the pleasure from the Sybian but also by the big black ball gag between her teeth, drool glistening as it trickled down her chin. Some of it dribbled down to her collar, adorned by a cute little jingle bell.

It jingled as her body trembled, and that was so fucking hot.

Down still and now Eren was staring at her perfect tits, decorated with metal clamps on the hardened nipples. The silver chain connecting these two only added to the artistic value of the whole set. Mikasa's hands were submissively clasped behind her head, held in place by no bondage but her master’s word. Eyes sliding down, Eren took a sip of the whiskey, taking in the place where the magic happened.

Mikasa was kneeling on the ground, legs very wide apart, most of her weight resting on the saddle-shaped sex toy. It was hard to call it “resting” considering how much it wrecked her - the machine was turned on quite a high setting, the vibrations stimulating the poor girl’s sex at a brutal rate.

And because Eren was a demanding dom, he had to add a bit more to the mix.

There was an egg vibrator taped directly on Mikasa’s swollen clit, its quiet buzzing quite tame compared to the Sybian. As Mikasa was playing a catgirl tonight Eren had put the tail plug into her earlier, and just because he was so generous that was also added to the mix, stimulating her other opening.

Technology truly is the best, everything can vibrate nowadays.

At the beginning of the play Mikasa had a whole set of her cat lingerie on, but as the fun progressed most of it was taken away from her. The only article of clothing remaining on her body were the cute black stockings, left alone because Eren had a thing for her legs and was far beyond pretending that he didn’t.

The rest was perfect too, of course. She was bathed in sweat, tormented for some time already, and Eren could spend an eternity watching her abdominals flutter against the powerful vibrations from several sources. Her hips had a mind of their own, sliding back and forth slightly as she rode the toy, gasping into the gag.  

While he was taking in the sights, Mikasa’s body continued trembling, the multiple assaults her body was enduring rather draining. Eren had forbidden her from cumming under a threat of severe punishment, and she knew that he wasn’t bluffing. Earlier she came against his wishes and he whipped her ass so hard that Mikasa cried and begged for mercy.

The welts were there as a reminder and made this whole Sybian ride that much more taxing. With no way to measure time Mikasa had no idea how long she was here, how long it was since Eren ordered her to climb on this infernal machine, face in a very no-discussion-allowed expression. With the blindfold cutting her vision she didn’t even know if he was still here or if he didn’t leave, letting her torment herself.

Close to being overcome Mikasa’s whole being clenched, her muscles standing out beneath the skin so beautifully that she looked like a statue. Her hands shook where they rested behind her head, this close to disobeying orders and pushing herself from the saddle. Teeth biting into the rubber ball in her mouth, Mikasa inhaled sharply through the nose and fought to get her treacherous body back under control. The punishment was painful for disobeying once, and she didn’t want a repetition of that experience.

From his perch Eren saw it all, understanding that his partner’s subspace was under attack, and as a good dom it was his duty to put her back into it. Checking his watch he hummed in acknowledgment, noticing that Mikasa was taking this edging torture for quite a while now. What a good whore, he truly couldn’t wish for a more obedient kitten to train. Standing up, he grabbed the riding crop and walked over to the buzzing saddle with its beautiful occupant. A flick of his wrist and the crop swatted over Mikasa’s chained nipples, forcing a muffled scream from her.

That’s right slut, I’m still here, said the crop, better behave.

Reminded of his presence Mikasa straightened her posture, shamelessly presenting her naked body to him on a silver platter. It belonged to him anyway, she was his submissive for the night and he could do whatever he wanted to her. The twisted way of thanks was the flick of the crop right against her abused clit, forcing Mikasa to sag against the flare of strange pain. Huffing, she straightened once again, mentally preparing herself against the whip.

Eren circled her like a shark, steps deliberate and slow, taking his time. Stopping directly behind her, Eren silently admired the tattoo, somehow unable to get enough of the inked wings. Staring at his own in the mirror was good, but looking at hers, stretched over the pale sweaty skin, that was a treat. A flick of the crop against her reddened butt later he resumed his patrol.

Blindfolded as she was, Mikasa couldn’t track Eren’s steps. The crop was unseen and accurate, hitting exactly where the master wanted, smacking the most vulnerable parts of her body. The whipped ass, the clamped nipples, the vibrated clitoris. Several times she was forced to curl her body by pure instincts, defense against the pain, but she always forced herself back upright.

Through it all the saddle never stopped going and neither did the egg vibrator or the tail buttplug. Mikasa was nearing the limits of her sanity, screaming, groaning and gasping like crazy whenever the crop painfully kissed another part of her sweaty skin. Tears from behind the blindfold, forced by both pleasure and pain. The drool trickling down, slicking the rubber of the ball gag. Too much pleasure, too much pain, balancing on the edge was torture and she was doing it to herself.

Because through it all, Eren’s order reigned absolute. He owned her – body and mind.

The leather of the riding crop appeared, this time under her chin, forcing her to look up with unseeing eyes. Soon after the blindfold was taken away and Mikasa blinked into the light, watching Eren tower over her. Damn but he looked good, dressed in a shirt with rolled-up sleeves and an undone top button. From the position on her knees Mikasa could also see the unmistakable bulge in his slacks, proving how much Eren was enjoying himself.

“You did well, slut.”

Before any conscious reaction could take place Mikasa literally purred at the praise, her mindset being fully the one of a submissive kitten. Not one that she took often, but when she did Mikasa could really get into it.

“Is there a reward you would like?”, her master asked, ever so generous.

In Mikasa’s mind there was only one thing right now. Angling her head she rubbed her face on the crotch of Eren’s pants, feeling his hardness twitch beneath her cheek. To strengthen her plea she looked him I the face, doing her best pupp-…. kitten eyes. If her mouth wasn’t wrenched open by the massive ball gag, Mikasa would be biting the bottom lip too. Anything to seduce him, anything.

“You want that, huh? Well, my attention is not cheap…”

She rubbed against him more insistently, willing to do practically anything to get off - the Sybian was incredibly effective at its job. With a grin Eren reached behind her head, unclasping the strap holding the rubber ball between her lips.

“First you’ll suck me off, and don’t even think about getting down from the saddle.”, he commanded,” You are going to ride it like a fucking cowgirl while my cock is in your throat, and you will love every second of it.”

With a wet pop the gag came free, dropped on the floor.

“Only after I cum on your face and tits will I consider letting you come too. Understand?”

Voice hoarse as she spoke, the desperate catgirl agreed immediately.

“Yes, sir.”

Somewhat gently, he patted her cheek.

“Good girl.”

With a dark chuckle Eren repositioned his hand on Mikasa’s head, right between the cat ears, angling it so it would line up with his length. She took him eagerly into her mouth, the skilled tip of her tongue sliding over all the good places and he couldn’t suppress a groan. Gripping her hair, mostly as a reminder that he’s in charge, Eren cleared his throat before giving her the order that was sure to result in an ocean of pleasure for him and a facial for her, knowing how amazing Mikasa was at this.

“Begin.”

Not even a week later, their positions were reversed.

The straitjacket must have been an invention from the deepest part of hell. Hands uselessly clenching against its restrictive hold, Eren groaned in pure desperation. It didn’t budge, of course, keeping his arms uselessly bound to his stomach.

Above him, his mistress noticed that immediately and it amused her. Greatly.

“You can pull at it as much as you want, slut, you are not getting out.”

The latex of her gloves was cold against the back of Eren’s knees as she pushed his legs higher, perfecting the angle she was fucking him at. The hammering of the strap-on against his ass would feel that much better if it wasn’t for the cage locking his cock away yet tied up as he was all Eren could do was whine.

Honestly, he should have known better than to expect Mikasa not to take her revenge after the Sybian thing. Or maybe revenge isn’t the best word- she loved that toy but her strong sense of equality demanded to balance the scales.

Which, after a certain course of action, led here.

To him, lying on his back on the bed, gagged, with a latex hood covering his face and locked in a straitjacket. Not to mention that fucking cage between his legs. At least the hood had an opening for the eyes, so he could watch Mikasa in all her glory while she ravaged him.

And glorious she was, wearing latex too, of course, the material covering her arms in elbow-length gloves and legs in thigh-high stockings. There were some real killer heels on her feet, Eren knew since he was forced to worship them. When she pushed those sharp heels into his mouth and ordered to suck, they almost reached down to his poor throat. Not that he complained though, since he also got to kiss and lick his way all over Mikasa’s godlike latex-covered legs, and that was an experience he adored.

Even her torso was in that shiny black material, the nice new leotard-type bodysuit fitting very well with the rest of her outfit. So yea, the second she walked through the door and ordered Eren to kneel he did so without thinking. After he properly worshipped her legs and shoes, practically a ritual at this point, Mikasa brought out the bondage tool of her choice. His body moved automatically when she ordered him to strip and then tied him up with the bondage jacket, assisting his goddess in any way he could. He was tied up like this, cock locked, and then the play truly began.

First things first – he was made to take care of her pleasure with nothing else but the new dildo gag. Apparently Eren was not the only one who kept accumulating new toys because Mikasa could also surprise him.

It felt strange, fucking her with his face like he was, and if Eren would have the choice to pick he would prefer to eat Mikasa out instead. Unluckily, today was not the day when he got to make choices. One, two climaxes later, teased out of her by that thing and the Hitachi wand Mikasa used on herself, she was more than ready to fuck him.

Still on his knees, he watched as she pulled the gag from his mouth and gave him a long sloppy kiss before clicking her heels towards the “stash”. Eren didn’t even see what she was searching for, completely fascinated by how her ass looked in the skin-tight latex when suddenly there was a strap-on in front of his face.

“I’m going to fuck you, and I'm going to fuck you hard.”, a cruel smirk, “Hopefully you won’t have to walk tomorrow, because that pretty ass of yours is getting destroyed.”

God, Mikasa being this much of a cruel dominatrix made him so hard that the cage had issues containing it.

“Sadly, we ran out of lube, so you will have to use your mouth.”

“But I….”

“Puppy, you have two options here. Option a – I’ll get the ring gag, force your mouth open and then fuck your throat so hard that you’ll pass out. Option b – You’ll open wide like the slut you are and suck my cock yourself.”, with the clicking of her high heels, she neared his kneeling form like a predator.

“So which one will it be?”

Under her spell, he obeyed almost immediately, lips parting.

“Good slut.”

Mouth filled with a plastic toy, Eren did his best to please her, earning short praise.

“My my, but look at you, you’re a natural at this.”

An unexpected deep thrust forced a gagging sound from him, making the mistress click her tongue.

“But we will have to work on that gag reflex of yours. So annoying…”

A sudden wave of tingling from his crotch forced him to groan, teeth dragging against the plastic.

“Biting my cock? That’s no good.”, she pulled out, and right after Eren’s face flared in pain.

“No…”, a hard slap turned his face right, “Teeth.”, now he was facing left, ears ringing.

After that, she slapped the dildo against his face too, just for good measure, sliding left and right to spread his spit everywhere. Then the hand was back, once again straightening his face and shoving the plastic cock into his mouth. To remind her whore how to move, Mikasa’s hips moved, fucking the undeserving slave with fervor while he groaned helplessly, the arms in the straitjacket uselessly jerking. She was getting into it, sliding deeper and deeper to truly abuse Eren’s throat.

Close to suffocating from this rough treatment, Eren was very glad when she stopped, pulling the strap-on out. It was surely slick enough now, and she nodded her head in satisfaction.

“Not bad.”

Mikasa was in quite the mood today, not even letting Eren catch a breath before she was pushing him on the bed. When the lube opened, despite her earlier claim, and her gloved fingers trailed between his cheeks, he knew what was coming.

So here he was, getting pounded into the next week while gritting his teeth against the combination of pleasure and displeasure. Mikasa was enjoying herself, she always was, leaning closer both to alter the angle but also to grin right into Eren’s face. Just as she was getting passionate the phone rang, but if Eren thought that it would make her stop he was dead wrong.

“Why look at this, slut, someone wants to talk to you..”, she drawled, speeding up the fucking machine that was her abdomen, “What a pity that you are quite busy.”

His vision was slowly going white in spite of the cage, but Eren did his best to stop that wave. He knew that coming like this while caged was highly unsatisfying, Mikasa forced that out of him several times already - one could say that he was familiar with that feeling. Sadly, his mistress was a sadistic, cruel bitch when she wanted to be.

He loved her for it.

The phone’s ringing was overshadowed by the rush of blood in Eren’s ears. All he could see was Mikasa, all he could feel was Mikasa, she was everything at that moment and he was on the verge of breaking when she suddenly stopped, making him heave in the air as much as he could while gagged.

Oh hey, the phone was silent too.

With a wet sound she pulled out, slapping his ass for no other reason than that she wanted to.

“Turn around, whore.”

It was awkward, with a lot of shuffling around and stuff, but Eren managed to flip himself. Grabbing his hips, Mikasa maneuvered his body until it was dangerously close to the edge of the bed. When two clicks of her heels hitting the floor resonated, he understood. Ah, so Mikasa wanted to stand while fucking him. Now he was kneeling on the bed, hands still useless at his stomach while Mikasa stood behind him. When the tip of the toy dragged over his lubed opening, Eren couldn’t help but grit his teeth.

Slowly she filled him, going in until her chest was squished against his back, black lips at his ear.

“You are taking my cock very well, I think you deserve a reward.”

Deft fingers moved and suddenly Eren’s chastity cage fell open, a feeling of incredible freedom in the crotch. Despite all that was happening, she pressed a chaste kiss to the side of his neck.

“You can cum now, okay? As long as it's only from my cock then I won’t mind. Can you do that for me, puppy?”

Most likely because she wanted to hear him scream, she opened the gag and let it fall on the bed.

“Y-Yes, mistress.”, Eren pushed out, breathing labored since he was literally impaled by her right now.

A whisper, one that sent shivers down his spine.

“Good boy…”

And then Mikasa was pulling back, grabbing his hips and Eren couldn’t remember much after.

But hell, did his ass hurt in the morning.

[crazyyanderefangirlfan]

Chapter 2: Bring on the Mania. Pt 3

"Damn, I forgot how this place was." Amane stated in awe as they went inside. Crouching down to a nearby flower bed, and examined it. "I thought this place went to shit with how that crow was so eager to take the money."

"He probably spent half of the money on his trip during winter break." Grim scoffed.

"Still not letting that go, huh?" Valerie asked, re-adjusting her hold on him.

"No, I won't! That birdbrain left us when we needed him the most!" He exclaimed. Valerie was about to reply when a loud growl resounded through the area. A sense of deja vu hit Valerie, especially when a familiar lion came to view.

"Damn it, Herbivore, that familiar of yours is too loud again. Either shut it up, or I will." Leona warned. Coming out from his usual nap spot, baring his teeth, and his piercing eyes glaring down at her. However, despite the threat, Valerie gave him an endearing smile. 

"Hello, Leona. I'm sorry for disturbing your sleep. We'll try to be quieter." She apologized. He regarded her for a moment before letting out a scoff. 

"Just be careful next time, Herbivore. Otherwise, you would have been my snack." His lips formed into a lazy smirk, and his eyes filled with a devilish glint on his eyes.

"So, who the fuck is he?" He inquired, finally noticing Amane. Who had a carnal look, biting his lips as his eyes travel up and down his body. Winking when their eyes connected. 

"Well, Mr. Fuckable. I'm Amane Mania a REAL pleasure to meet you~" He strutted over, using her head as an armrest and propping his face, flashing Leona a coy smile. Leona backed up a bit when he did that.

If it wasn't for his looks and scent, he would have thought he might be related to Rook, with his flamboyant nature and predatory stare.

Ugh, another hunter to keep his guard up, how annoying.

"What are you doing with the Herbivore?" He pressed, glared daggers at him. Seeing how casual he is with her, and judging from her 'I'm used to this' face, he can assume they're friends.

"I'm staying with her for two days. This place is pretty good so far, especially half of the boys here are eye-candy, such as yourself~" He purred the last part, and biting his lower lip.

"This school is fucking huge, but I'm lucky Sugar tits is my guide."

Both of them jumped when an audible growl escaped Leona's lips.  A scowl formed on his face, his eyes zeroed in on Amane, fangs visible and sharp. Leona's ears twitched, and his tail sweep side to side. Grim, who knew about his anger, hid in Valerie's clothes, and sensing the hostility, Lisha flew in front of them, talons ready to attack.

"What did you call her?" He clenched his jaw, voice filled with tightness with all the ire he's been building.

Thankfully, Valerie understood the cause of her senior's irritation. She quickly pulled Lisha to her bosom and tried to reason with him.

"I-It's alright, I'm used to the nickname, though crude. It's still very Amane." She gave him a reassuring smile, but he still wasn't convinced. He took a step forward, sniffed the midnight blue-haired man.

Usually, he would make a crass joke or an attempt to flirt, but Valerie and Grim, who peeked out her shirt, read his thoughts and shook their heads at whatever Amane wanted to say. It was better to endure it than saying something that he might regret.

After a few more agonizing seconds, Leona pulled back. He wrinkled his nose. His face was a mixture of realization and annoyance. "Ugh. So this was the guy you've been with Herbivore?"

He must have been referring to Amane's recovery period. Come to think of it, half of the beastmen, including Leona and Ruggie, seemed irritated whenever she came near them. The dorm leader pointed out that she smelled like another man and proceeded to cuddle with her to get rid of the smell. 

Even Azul, Jade, and Floyd were upset at the change of her scent. Prompting Floyd to kidnapped her whenever he sees her and bringing her to the Monstro Lounge to squeeze her, trying to remove whatever tainted his little sea bunny.

"Oi Leona, there you are." A new voice rang out. A young hyena came to view, wearing a tired expression on his face.

"Tch. The annoying one is here." Leona grumbled, shooting the hyena an irked look.

"Seriously, you won't graduate if you keep this up." Ruggie remarked. His eyes drifted, finally noticing the school's only girl and a new face.

"Hey, Valerie. Who is that?" He asked, pointing at Amane.

"The guy that Herbivore's been with." Leona answered for her instead. A look of stunned realization appeared on Ruggie's face as he took another look at Amane. The latter rolled his eyes.

"Relax, Mr. Fuckable, I'm not into girls. She just helped me get better." The hetero eyed male confessed, folding his arms behind his head. 

"Pfftt, Mr. Fuckable" Ruggie turned his head away. Cackles threaten to escape his mouth if it wasn't for Leona shooting him a death glare.

"Aww, don't think I didn't have one for you, baby boy." Ruggie jerked when he found himself trapped between a tree and Amane's body.

The hyena shrunk when he found himself being stared down by Amane's lustful gaze. The taller male's cheeks were flushed, and a seductive smile formed across his lips, with a hint of drool. Ruggie trembled from where he stood, and sweat dripped from his forehead. The poor hyena's eyes darted to Leona in a silent plea for help, but he was snickering at his predicament. 

Lucky for him help came in another way. The small strix freed herself from the brunette's hold and dived down upon the male. Lisha harshly tugged on his hair with surprising strength for her size; the poor male yelped in pain and fell flat on this butt. 

Ruggie let out a large exhalation of pent-up breath. He tried to calm his heart with minimal success. That stare...It reminded him of someone, as well as the lack of understanding of personal space. He shuddered at the thought.

Amane gritted his teeth from the bird's assault. Reaching back, he grabbed the small bird. The man grimaced when Lisha started to peck his hands.

"Ow! Come on Lish, give me a break." The man begged, but the strix just shot him a disapproving glare. He opened his mouth to give the bird a snarky remark but felt a harsh tugging on his ear, forcing him to stand up and let go of Lisha. Valerie kept a firm grip on his ear, dragging him to the storage room. There was an all too happy expression on her face. 

"Amane, we have no time for this. You can make other people uncomfortable later. See you guys!" She waved her seniors' goodbye as she power walk to the storage room. Her smile seemed to grow the more she heard Amane's pained shrieks, who immediately noticed.

"Ow! The fuck! Are you enjoying my pain!?"

"What do you think?"

The two Savanaclaw students watched the unusual pair with slight amusement.

"Heh, that guy won't survive with Herbivore." A smirk made it's on Leona's lips as they watched Amane constantly tripping on his feet to keep up with her.

"Shishishishishsi~ That boy won't survive the day."

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They left the botanical garden with Valerie carrying a basket full of magnolia petals, making their way back to Crewel's lab. Though, Amane had a sour look on his face.

"Was the dragging me all the way necessary?" Amane queried. He rubbed his ear; it was still red and burning. 

"You deserved it for getting into his personal space." She coolly replied, not even looking at him.

"Well, you can't blame for being a little flirty with that guy. He had some cuteness mixed with his wild look." He licked his lips as he thought back on Ruggie. The hyena's wide-eyed and nervous look was delicious to him. The girl merely rolled her eyes. 

Loud footsteps stopped the duo in their tracks and sounded like it was headed their way. Shouts were heard, almost like-

"SEA BUNNY!"

Ah, she knew that voice.

Hastily, she shoved Grim --Who let out a protest--, and the basket onto Amane's arms, much to the latter's confusion. He didn't have time to question when a figure barreled onto her, scooping her up and spinning her around.

"Sea bunny I missed you." An insane voice giggled as he spun her around. He finally stopped though he still carried her, and Amane can get a good look at him. A ridiculously tall male with turquoise hair and a black streak held Valerie like a rag doll, sporting a manic grin on his face.

"Oya,oya~ Floyd, don't be so rough on her." A male identical to the first one came to view. He was more neatly dressed compared to the manic male holding Valerie, who looked like he didn't give a fuck about how he looked. Scrutinizing further, they were heterochromatic like him.

"And don't spin her around. You'll give her a headache." Another smooth voice chided 'Floyd' a third male came to view, he was his height and had silvery hair and glasses. A displeased look etched on his features as he watched 'Floyd' swing Valerie like a pendulum.

"But, I miss Sea bunny so much." He whined, frowning at the shorter male. "I didn't get to see her the whole morning, and you kept me busy at lunch."

His miffed expression was replaced with a cheerful one as he admired her, nuzzling his face on hers. "Mmmm, Sea bunny, I want attention."

Valerie chuckled nervously. "I'm sorry you didn't get to see me. I was busy showing my friend around.

"Your friend?" Floyd looked up to her.

"I believe she means the gentleman with her." The neater twin remarked, finally letting Amane be known by the other two. The silvery haired male gazed at him intently, as if assessing his value, the neater twin gave him a closed-eyed smile, but Amane felt something off about it. Floyd just gave him a blank stare, but his mouth stretched into a grin, like a cat finding a new toy to play with. 

But. Amane only had one thought...

"The hell? Your friends with a hot mafia?" He never thought Valerie would involve herself with a criminal group, a good-looking one at that.

"Um, no. They're students." She admitted and turned to Floyd, flashing a cute smile at him.

"Could you let me down now? I'm still delivering something for professor Crewel." She kindly requested. He narrowed his eyes, lips forming a pout. Valerie flinched when she felt his arms tightening around her, but she didn't lose her smile. Instead, she leaned into his face and gave him butterfly kisses.

Amane nearly dropped the monsters and basket in shock. "What the fuck?" 

He stared wide-eyed at the scene before him. What's even more jarring is that Lisha didn't even bother to thrash.

"Don't worry, this is normal. Besides Jade, Valerie can calm him down with affection, which honestly works with almost all her friends." Grim explained. Grim had a deadpan look on his face, far too used to her actions. Lisha, her whole body was twitching, itching to peck the tall man. He brought his eyes back to the original scene. Floyd was visibly calming down, that crazed smile coming back to his face.

"Mmmm, Sea bunny's kisses are the best." He mumbled, nuzzling onto her more.

The other two weren't as happy. Jade's smile became strained as he watched his brother soak all her attention like a sponge, while the shorter male was more vocal about his displeasure.

"Floyd, that's enough. Put her down now." The sternness in his voice is evident, pushing up his glasses, eyeing at him with slight jealousy.

"If you don't, I'll have Jade feed you mushrooms for a week."

Almost instantly. Floyd instantly dropped the girl, who landed on her butt. Groaning from the impact, she picked herself up and walked back to Amane, taking back the basket; and her monsters.

"So, you gonna introduce me to them?" Amane must know the names of these possible dom daddies.

"Allow me." The silvery male started. "My name is Azul Ashegrotto, dorm leader of Octavinelle, my vice Jade Leech and his brother Floyd." Gesturing to the twins. 

"I believe your Amane Mania?" A honeyed smile formed on Azul's face when he said those words. It wasn't a question, more like a statement.

"You made quite a name here. Being acquainted with the school's sweetheart and flirting with several of the students. Some already developed an infatuation with you."

Amane smirked. "Of course they do. No one can resist this firecracker. Speaking of which..."

Amane happily skipped towards Azul, who stiffened upon seeing Amane towering over him thanks to his shoes. Azul felt a lump on his throat when he met Amane's eyes, dilated pupils filled with intense longing. Azul glanced over to the twins, begging for their help, but received callous smiles on their faces.

Seeing where this was going, Lisha flew up and was about to unleash an onslaught of pecks; when Floyd held her back.

"Don't Lantern shark. I want to see what happens." The strix slightly narrowed her eyes at him, questioning why did he stop her. The eel just sent her a grin and gestured in front of them.

"You know." The man started. Amane took a small lock of hair between his fingers, twirling and kissing it.

"You have such an irresistible face, and that voice of yours could get anyone hot and bothered." He purred sensually. Amane relished his heated face and leaned down to his ear.

"Why don't you and me, after school got to your room and tell me all your darkest desires. I can make them happen, daddy~."

Amane could hear the hitch on his throat. He leaned back, internally snickering upon seeing Azul's face redder than blood. He poked his finger on his chest, slowly dragged it up till it reached his chin. He tilted his head, making them lock eyes.

"So, what's it going to be?"

Azul struggled to form a sentence. Never in his life, he dealt with something like this before. He can deal with rowdy students, deceptive clients, or even foolish familiars. But, he can't deal with amorous individuals.

Amane hummed in delight, enjoying the way Azul falls apart from his words and touch. Enjoying his little show, that he didn't notice two towering skyscrapers on either side of him.

"Excuse me." A calm voice said. "Will you please stop flustering our dorm leader."

Amane glance beside him and did a double-take on both sides.

The twins may be hot like an underwater volcano, but they unnerved him a bit. Jade's smile never fully reached his eyes, and he studied him like some sort of experiment. While Floyd inspected him with gleefully deranged curiosity, sharp teeth on full display.

Not that he minded.

"Heh, heh, you really made Azul tongue-tied Dolphin." Floyd had an inane grin on his face.

"Dolphin?" Amane furrowed his brow, looking at the wild twin strangely.

"My brother gives nicknames out of affection, and he seems to be taking quite the liking to you." Jade answered, removing his hand from his shoulder. 

 Amane pursed his lips at the new piece of information before a familiar smirk was back on his lips and fully faced the twins. He let out an appreciative whistle. Damn, those two were tall. He wondered if they were just as endowed behind their pants?

Meanwhile, using this as a distraction. Azul silently crept far away from the wanton male and to the school's sweetheart.

"I'm sorry if Amane came too strong. Are you alright?" She offered him an apologetic smile. She re-adjusted her hold on Grim and the basket to hold gently hold his hand, an attempt to comfort him from his experience.

She tilted her in confusion upon witnessing Azul turned his head slightly to avoid her eyes. 

"Ehh, you okay, Azul?" She asked, still retaining her smile. 

"Your face is getting a little red. Do you have a fever?" He snapped back to attention. Azul coughed, gently taking away his hand from her hold and straightening his uniform. 

"I'm fine, Angelfish. Your friend was just... Very forward in his flirting methods, I was just a bit overwhelmed, that's all." He reassured, a small smile gracing his face. She returned it; before realizing something.

"Oh, man! I forgot to deliver these to professor Crewel!" She exclaimed in panic. She hastily brought Azul down and kissed his cheek.

"It's good to see you and the twins, but I have to go! Come on Amane!" She shouted towards the incubus, who currently seemed to cower under the twins' gazes. The hetero eyed male seemed relieved of her interference; he grabbed her hand and ran, fast.

"What happened to you? I thought you were flirting with those guys?" Grim inquired. He seemed all coy when he had their attention.

"Let's just say those two are weirder than me." The tone in his voice made it clear he didn't want to continue talking. He hoped that in the future, he'll have fewer interactions with those saltwater cryptids.

Jade watched in amusement, on seeing the Amane dragging Valerie away and far from them as possible. 

"Ehh, where's Dolphin going with Sea bunny?" Floyd's lips curled into a pout. He wanted to play with him more. He was so fun~

"She has a delivery for professor Crewel" Azul stated. He was still busy calming his heart and cooling his face from the kiss. That girl will be the death of him.

"Though it is best to keep an eye on him, he could be a valuable client." The octo-mer added. A smirk made its way on his face, the twins mirrored it.

[rockhoochie]

Summary: After days of teasing her before giving her what she needed, Dean’s girl takes the reins and gives him a taste of his own medicine.

A/N: Part Two of my series “Hunt Hard, Play Harder”.  (Read Part 1 here). This was a bit of a challenge for me - usually my Dean is the one calling the shots! It was fun to write, to explore the dominant side of “Kitten”. And it was fun to have Dean tied up for an enjoyable experience for a change. I’m excited to get to Part Three. And a very special thank you to @atc74 for this gorgeous aesthetic!

Warnings: Dirty filthy smut, dirty filthy language/talk, use of a riding crop and restraints, PWP.  Teensy bit of fluff at the end.

Word Count: 5,529

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Tapping the leather tip of the riding crop against my palm, I drank in the glorious sight of a desperate, naked Dean Winchester seated in front of me.  I had stashed three long, black silk scarves in my gear bag; Two fastened each of his ankles around the legs of a cheap Formica dining chair I had positioned near the foot of our bed. The third bound his wrists behind him, the ends knotted around a slat in the chair’s back.

With his arms pulled back, his chest looked even broader, accentuating the hard roundness of his pecs. His thick, firm thighs flexed as he writhed against the silk around his ankles. The tip of his solid, erect cock was already glistening with pre-cum, and every thick vein that pulsed beneath the thin skin of his shaft seemed to scream with a furious demand for attention.

Dean’s gleaming jade eyes roamed over every part of my body - every part he could see, anyway. I had put on the lingerie set I had packed on the off chance I’d actually get to wear it. A lacy, black corset-style top with thin shoulder straps hugged against my upper body, giving my breasts just the right amount of lift. A meager, matching thong showed off the curves of my ass, and garter straps dangling from the corset hooked to the tops of sheer black stockings. Onyx ankle-strap heels that I normally reserved for my fake FBI getup provided me with a few inches of height and finished the ensemble. I had to admit, I felt like a fucking goddess standing in front of him. 

Dean’s tongue curled over the bottom lip of his gaping mouth. 

“Jesus Christ, kitten,” he gawked. “You look…” 

I lifted my knee and placed the ball of my heeled foot on the open space between his legs and smirked. 

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

He pulled against his restraints with a disgruntled sneer. 

“This ain’t fair, baby girl…”

“Oh, you think this isn’t fair?” 

I trailed the leather flap of the riding crop against his stubbled cheek, under his chin, down his throat and sternum. Flashing him a wicked smile, I let the crop travel lower, delighting in the way his stomach tensed as the leather made its way to one of his thighs.

“You know,” I continued, “I’ve been thinking long and hard about what to do with you.” 

“Have you, now?”

“Waking me up in the middle of the night, three nights in a row, fucking me with your fingers but not letting me come…” I gave the side of his thigh a smack with the crop. “And you actually have the nerve to say this isn’t fair?” 

Dean grinned widely, his eyes smoldering with anticipation. 

“How ‘bout you untie me and let me give you what you need?” he offered, smooth and deep, with a touch of that Kansas twang that surfaced any time he was filled with intensity. 

Sliding my foot off the chair and placing the riding crop on the bed behind me, I circled around behind him. 

I placed my hands on his shoulders, sliding my palms down to his chest. With my thumbs and forefingers, I teased each of his nipples as I brushed my lips against his ear. 

“And what - exactly - is it you think I need, Winchester?”

He pushed into my touch, biting back a groan.

“You need my cock, kitten. That’s all you ever need.” 

“I think it’s adorable that you think that.” 

Swiftly, I removed my hands from his chest and grasped a handful of his hair. He hissed as I pulled back abruptly, his throat taut. I latched my mouth on the curve of his neck, sucking his skin hard and giving him a nip with my teeth. As he moaned and twisted in his seat, I brought my lips back up to his ear. 

“I may be a slut for your cock,” I snarled, “but don’t think for one second that you’re not a greedy little whore for my pussy. What you should think about is how lucky you are that I let you play with it.” 

Releasing my grip on his hair, I wandered back in front of him. His skin was flushed, a sheen of sweat glistening on his brow, his chest rising and falling quickly. 

Steadying myself with one hand on his freckle-dusted shoulder, I bent forward to wrap my fingers around his erection. 

“Do you ever stop being hard for me?” I derided. 

“Not when you torture me like you have been.” 

I snickered. The entire trip back to the motel, I had entertained myself by muttering filthy propositions to him with my hand between his legs. I would stroke him intermittently and slowly, treating him to a flick of my tongue around the head of his cock every so often. Once we were back at our motel I had ordered him to strip, tied him up, and left him to watch Casa Erotica 16 for a good half hour while I got myself ready.

“Isn’t it frustrating, sweetheart?” I taunted as I pumped him gently in my hand, grazing my thumb across the head of his cock. “Isn’t it so very irritating when you’re being driven towards that finish line only to have the brakes put on?” 

His head fell back with a low groan as he rocked his hips in a silent plea for me to stroke him faster. 

I released my grip on him without warning, leaving him panting, aching, and grunting through gritted teeth. 

“What is it, Dean?” I asked him flippantly, licking his drop of pre-come off my thumb. “Is there something you want? Something you need?”

“Please kitten…” Dean mumbled, sounding slightly defeated.

“Please what?” 

“Please let me fuck you.” 

Picking up the riding crop, I smacked his other thigh. Keeping my voice low and dangerous I chided, “You’re going to have to earn that, little Squirrel.” 

A deep, wanton groan poured from his chest as his cock twitched, either from my words or from the sting of the whip. 

I bit my lower lip with a smile, bringing the lash of the crop under his chin. “Oh, you like that, huh? Which part - me borrowing Crowley’s little pet name for you, or me causing you a little pain?”

Something seemed to have shifted in his demeanor.  Dean’s eyes were glazed over as he gawked at me, his breathing now hard and rapid. The look in his eyes, his thoroughly exposed body, and his silence only emboldened me. 

“Answer me.” I demanded with another smack to his thigh. 

“Both, kitten,” he mumbled. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Sitting on the edge of the bed across from him, I parted my legs, opening them wide to trace my finger along the center of my thong.

“I bet you’d love to be doing this to me,” I purred, sliding my hand underneath the fabric. “Touching me, feeling how soaking wet I am already…”

Dean’s groan echoed mine as I slipped two fingers inside of me, dragging them slowly in and out.

I continued tormenting him. “This is what I do when you’re off on hunts without me…don’t need your cock at all.”

Keening, I stared him down as I slipped my fingers against my clit. Touching myself right in front of him without him being able to really see it was unbelievably hot, and I doubted I was going to last long much longer. 

“Can you take off those panties, kitten? Let me watch you work your pretty pussy?” he urged. 

“No. You’re going to sit there and watch me make myself come with my panties on.”  

I pulled my hand out from under the veil of black lace between my legs and gave him an alluring glance. 

“Then maybe, if you’re a good little Squirrel…” I mused as I reached forward, tracing Dean’s plush lips with my wet fingertips, “Maybe I’ll let you lick up my cream.”

I stood up, making a show of meandering to the front of the bed. Arranging myself dead center on the mattress, I leaned back against the headboard with my knees up and legs open, making sure to give him a perfect view. His teeth clung to his bottom lip, a look of desperation and desire saturating his gaze. I locked my eyes on his as I let my fingers glide along my collarbone and over the rounds breasts, my other hand wandering its way back to my pulsing core. With a satisfied moan, I pushed my fingers back inside of me, moving them torturously slow to make this last as long as I could.

“Tell me, Dean…What do you suppose I think about when I’m fucking myself?”

“Me?” he asked, his tone almost hopeful.

“Mmm…sometimes…” I answered. “Wanna know who else I think about?” 

“Who, kitten? Tell me.” 

“That tall, gorgeous little brother of yours.”

I expected anything other than the reaction I got from him. I expected stunned silence, a downtrodden frown, an angry snarl. Instead I saw his eyes light up with enthused curiosity while an all but satisfied grin stretched across his face.

“You think about Sam, huh?”

I pressed my soaked fingers against my clit, circling at a slow, steady pace.

“I bet he’s a great fuck,” I sighed. “And I’m sure he has a huge, perfect Winchester cock. I think he’d love my pussy wrapped around his enormous dick just as much as you do… What do you think, little Squirrel? 

Dean licked his lips, eyes locked between my legs. A quiet growl rumbled from his chest as I rubbed my clit a little faster, my pleasure heightening as I worked myself towards impending release.

“That’s it kitten,” he coaxed, his tone sultry and gravelly.  “Keep thinking about Sam fucking you. Think I haven’t told him about what I do to you? How sweet your pussy is? I think he’d would know just what to do with you…How to touch you, lick you, fuck you…Make you come over and over until you beg him to stop… Yeah, he’d wreck your pretty little cunt six ways from Sunday….”

Dean’s deep voice narrating the sinful, erotic visions of Sam in my mind only made my fingers move even faster, causing the tightness that had been building deep inside me to finally snap.

“Fuck gonna come…fuck!” I shouted as my legs quivered, my back bowing against the headboard as my orgasm rocked me. I leaned back panting for a moment, staring at Dean through my eyelashes as he regarded me with animalistic hunger. 

“Looked like that felt pretty good, kitten,” he grinned. 

“It felt amazing,” I cooed. “I always know how to make myself feel good, but you…“ I swung my legs over the bed and rose to my feet, warmth still coursing through my veins. The air in the room felt cool against the drenched lace covering my sex as I strolled my way back to Dean. I ran a hand through his hair tenderly, then tilted his chin upwards with an urge from my finger.  “You were such a good little Squirrel, saying all those naughty things about Sam. Made me come pretty hard.” I praised.  “I think you deserve a little reward for that.” 

I squatted down to untie his ankles from the chair. Once they were free, I rose to loosen the knot around the slats that secured his bound hands behind him.

Dean didn’t move a muscle. 

“Kneel,” I commanded. 

He eased himself to his knees in front of me, his hands still bound behind his back, biceps flexing. Grabbing the back of his head, I guided him between my legs. 

“All that talk about your little brother got my panties completely soaked.” I pushed the fabric to the side. “You should clean me up.”

Dean’s rapacious moan seemed to vibrate through my entire body as his thick tongue slipped into my pussy. He licked fast and sucked hard, burying his face in my cunt. It felt so good to finally have him against me. His hot breath on my core and the way his luscious mouth worked on me was incredible - so much so that I just wanted to drop my domineering facade and beg him to fuck me. 

Instead, I reached for the riding crop behind me. Tugging his hair sharply, I gave him a hard smack on his ass.

“I said to clean me up, not make more of a mess with your filthy mouth,” I snapped.

With an unhappy whine, he simply dragged his tongue against the soft skin of my vulva, lapping up my arousal slowly and gently.

“That’s a good boy,” I complimented. “Now let’s try this again.”

I stepped back, pushing my panties down as far as the garter straps would allow. Using my fingers to spread myself open, I positioned myself in front of his mouth again. 

“Clean up my pussy,” I repeated. “Nice and slow so you get every drop.” 

Dean looked up at me with a winsome gaze, laving softly at the lips of my slit. Terse sighs of gratification floated from his throat against my sensitive skin as he relished my taste, his tongue moving lazily and purposefully. I could feel myself starting to tremble, a new surge of wetness coating my walls.

“Fuck, Dean…your mouth is amazing, you know that?” I sighed, moving my hands to the top of his head, lacing my fingers through his dark blonde hair. 

He hummed in acknowledgement, maintaining his languorous licks against me. I let him continue for what felt like hours, intent on driving us both insane with irretrievable desire. Just as I was about to command him to suck on my clit, I stopped myself and stepped away. 

Trying not to show how worked up I was, I looked down at Dean. He was completely at my mercy.  His dilated pupils glowed with yearning, his immaculate lips and strong chin shimmering with my juices. The tip of his cock was practically leaking, the head having turned a slight shade of purple. Almost feeling sorry for him, I was about to lose control and let him fuck me into the mattress. 

But I’d be damned if I let that happen now. 

Pulling up my thong and picking up the riding crop, I wandered around him, brushing the leather against his skin. When I had come full circle, I lowered myself to my knees in front of him. 

Still grasping the crop, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his. He opened his mouth for me immediately, inviting me to slide my tongue against his. The taste of myself on his lips only made me kiss him harder, deeper, sucking and biting at his lower lip as wanton moans ripped from his throat. I pulled my mouth away from his, raking my fingernails down his chest. His muscles flexed as he gasped for air, no longer holding back from allowing a chorus of frantic sounds I’d never heard him make to spill from his lungs.

“Tell me how much you want me, Dean,” I demanded, keeping my manner soft and still. 

“Want you so bad, baby girl,” he moaned, his words tumbling quickly from his lips. “Please kitten, let me touch you…wanna touch every part of your gorgeous body, make you feel good…wanna be inside you… make you come…”

I smiled against his lips as I gave him a long, hard kiss before pulling myself to my feet. 

“Stand up, baby,” I said, “I’ll untie those hands now.”

Dean obeyed happily.

Setting the crop on the bed, I quickly un-knotted the silk around his wrists. His hands fell to his sides and I paused, expecting him to turn around and take me in his arms. 

But he remained still, awaiting my instructions.

Fuck this was hot.

Still holding the black restraint in my hand, I leaned into his ear.

“There’s one more thing you’re going to do for me,” I told him. 

“Yes, kitten?” 

“You’re going to undress me. But…there’s a catch.” 

Reaching over his shoulders, I spread out the black silk before placing it over his eyes and tying the ends together against the back of his head. I stepped back in front of him, placing his hands on my waist and walked a few steps backwards, guiding us toward the bed. Seated on the edge of the mattress, I ran my hands down his forearms and led his palms to my thighs. 

“Shoes first,” I directed. “Then my stockings. One at a time. Then my top, but don’t you dare touch my panties.”

Placing his hands on my knees, Dean lowered himself to his. Before he could start, I raised and bent my knee, pressing the toe of my high heeled shoe against his tattoo.

“And don’t just rip things off,” I warned, slowly pressing the slender heel into his chest. “Make this interesting for me.” 

He took my raised ankle in his hands, caressing my skin through my stockings, massaging his way up my calves then sliding his touch back down to the strap of my shoe. I was entranced as he felt for the small buckle, fumbling as he unfastened it with his thick fingers. Placing my shoe behind him, he reached for my other foot, raising my leg and giving it the same treatment as the first. 

Once my heels were off, Dean’s palms slid along the finespun fabric up to my thighs, where he wrapped both hands around one, pressing and kneading with a strong but gentle grip. The thrill of his fingers being so close to my aching core made me want to buck my hips forward; I was beyond ready to fuck him senseless, but I wanted to prolong my reign of control over him for as long as I could.

When his fingers brushed against the clip of a garter strap, he unfastened it from the top of my thigh-high. I shifted slightly, allowing him to access and detach the back clip. 

“Can I take this one off now, kitten?” he inquired meekly. 

His demeanor was so damn provocative. Seeing and hearing him like this - soft, willing, almost innocent - simultaneously made my heart melt and my walls clench. I swallowed hard before I answered, determined to keep my voice steady. 

“What a good little Squirrel you are for asking. Yes, you may.” 

With a boyish smile, he hooked his fingers in the top of my stocking. He pulled down delicately, slithering the nylon down my leg and off my foot. He repeated his request for permission before duplicating his sleek actions on my other leg. 

This was starting to kill me, and I had a slight suspicion that he knew it. 

Dean ran his large, rough hands up my torso, the heat of his touch permeating through the mesh of my corset. I stiffened as his deft fingers danced across my covered breasts, searching for the closures. Once he located them he took his time, unfastening each of the tiny hooks with impressive ease, despite his vision being blocked. 

When the last hook was undone he backed away, still on his knees but resting his on his ankles. I rose and slipped the corset off me, then gently lifted the blindfold from his eyes. 

“Stand up,” I prompted, more of a plea than a demand. 

I took his face in my hands, and kissed him softly.

“I think someone’s ready for my pussy now,” I murmured against his lips, taking hold of his erection. 

“Kitten, can I do something for you first?” 

I looked into the forest green of his eyes, intense and severe with longing. 

“Depends on what you have in mind.” 

He traced the pad of his finger against my temple, down my jawline. “Let me lick your pussy…let me taste you, fuck you with my tongue, make you feel good…please Kitten, let me…” 

The coarse, gravelly music of his voice resonated through every cell in my body, sending a tingle up the back of my neck and a painful throb straight to my clit.

“All right, baby. Since you did such a good job getting me naked - well, almost,” I said, snapping the waistband of my panties. 

Without hesitation, he hooked his thumbs on my thong and shimmied it down my legs. With his attention elsewhere, I quickly grasped for the riding crop. Once the flimsy lace was around my ankles, I kicked it aside but remained standing in front of him, still and expectant. Dean looked at me eagerly, waiting for me to lie back so he could nestle his head between my legs.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” I clipped impatiently, giving his firm, beautiful ass a whack with the crop.

He flinched at the sting, his eyes squinting as he tried in vain to hold back a grunt.

“Waiting for you to lay back so I can - ah!” 

His last word was lost against the leather cracking his backside once more. 

“No, no, no silly boy,” I chided, “You lay your ass down on that bed. You can eat my pussy, but I’ll be riding that pretty face of yours while you’re doing it.” 

Dean quickly spread himself out on the center of mattress. I slinked after him gracefully, cat-like, stopping only to give his painfully ignored cock a long, hot lick from base to tip. He moaned loudly at the touch of my tongue against him, his back arching, hips jutting forward. Grinning at his avidity, I straddled his waist and covered his upper body with warm, open-mouthed kisses. He moaned in response to each brush of my lips against his skin, hissing when I took one of his nipples between my teeth. I crept up further, now straddling his chest. Dipping two of my own fingers inside of me, I coated them with my arousal and shoved them in Dean’s mouth.

I was utterly, lecherously worked up. Frenzied with need.  “You want it, little Squirrel? Want my sweet, dripping pussy on your face now?” 

He groaned against my fingers. I pulled them from his mouth and grabbed his chin sharply. 

“I asked you a fucking question. Do you want my pussy?”

“Please, kitten.”

“Gonna fuck me with your mouth? Slide your tongue deep in my cunt and suck on my clit?”

“Yes, kitten.” 

I shifted until I was over his mouth, my knees on either side of his head, keeping my pussy a breath away from his lips. 

“Alright little Squirrel, show me what a good boy you are and make me come all over your face.” 

Dean’s arms were wrapped around my thighs in an instant, the coarse scruff on his cheeks scraping my inner thighs. He delved into my wet heat as I cried out with relief, rocking myself against his mouth at a steady pace. His tongue was hot and firm against me, sliding from my entrance through my folds, flattening against my clit. I threw my head back, my sighs and moans weaving with his as he raised his hands to cup my breasts. When he thrusted and twisted his tongue deep inside me, I stilled with a loud wail, gripping his arms to keep myself upright. 

“Dean! Oh my fucking god Dean, yes…” 

He continued twisting and turning his tongue inside me, making it feel as though he was licking every inch of my walls. Every brush of his nose against my clit was propelling me forward to a release that was just out of reach. Knowing just how to read my body, he focused his attention on my pulsing clit, alternating between fast flicks and flat licks. I was sure he could feel my body trembling as the heat in my abdomen surged vehemently. He took my aching bud between his lips and sucked, sending me crashing over the edge as I cried out his name. He kept just the right amount of pressure on me as I came, prolonging my orgasm for as long as he could. I ground against his mouth until the euphoria began to dissipate, slowing my rolling hips as I came down.

As soon as my head stopped spinning, I slid back and straddled his waist, resting my hands on his chest. Dean looked up at me with a glimmer in his eye and a sweet smile on his face.

“Thank you, kitten,” he whispered. 

“Thank me?” I huffed, still trying to catch my breath. “For what?” 

“For letting me make you come.” 

I leaned down and caught his lips in mine, kissing him with unhinged, unbridled passion. 

Looking him deep in his lust-blown eyes, I asked, “You ready to get fucked, little Squirrel?” 

“Please…” 

I took his hard, leaking shaft in my hand and guided him to my entrance. He gasped as I sank on to him slowly, taking him all the way in, contracting my walls around him. 

“One more, Winchester,” I instructed as I began to ride him slowly. “Give me one more. Make me come on your gorgeous dick and then you can have yours.” 

Dean whined, grimacing as I continued my lazy pace, slightly adjusting and moving my hips with every pull of my cunt until I felt him hit that sweet spot deep inside me. I gradually picked up the pace, leaning back and resting my hands on his knees. He thrust up into me, perfectly in tandem with my own movements, hitting my g-spot with fierce consistency. Dean raised his thumb to his lips, wetting it with a lick and pressing it against my clit. The familiar fire in my belly blazed once more, each circle of Dean’s thumb and each hit of his cock feeding the flames of white hot ecstasy.

“Christ Dean, don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop…” I sputtered, fucking him harder and faster, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. 

“Know you’re close kitten…that’s it, fuck me hard, ride my cock…” 

His words pushed me over the edge with a scream as I shattered around him, flares of light coruscating beneath my clamped eyelids. Blood rushed to my ears, making every sound that came from Dean seem muffled and far away. 

“Sweetheart, I can’t…need to… FUCK!” he bellowed as he climaxed, louder and harder than I’d ever seen him come before. His shouts morphed into harsh sob-like cries as I clenched around him, milking him for everything he had to give me. I rode him through his release until his movements stuttered, until he was out of breath and out of strength to move. 

He whimpered as I pulled myself off of him, his come pouring out of me as I eased myself onto my back next to him. 

We lay there in silence for a few moments, eyes gaping, chasing after the breaths we lost while our hearts thrummed in our chests. After a while, he slid his arm under my head. 

“C’mere, baby girl.”

I rolled into him, draping my arm across his chest and nuzzling my nose in the crook of neck. He smelled delicious, like sex and sweat and me and him and everything that was perfectly us. Stroking my hair, he peppered soft kisses across my forehead. 

“Love you, Dee,” I mumbled against his neck.

“Love you too, kitten.”

I shifted my head, looking at the disaster we were laying in.

“How exactly did we annihilate this bed?”

The sheet and comforter were completely gone, no doubt tangled around the missing pillows somewhere on the floor. The remaining fitted sheet was well on its way off and blotched with random damp spots. 

Dean looked over at Sam’s bed, perfectly made and intact, as was Sam’s M.O. 

“Good thing we have another one to use,” he said.

“Ugh, don’t wanna move…” 

“Don’t have to, sweetheart.” 

Dean released me and got up, walking the few steps to where his brother had slept for the past few nights and turned down the sheets. He came back and scooped me up in his arms, carrying me the short distance and lowering me gently down on the bed. I turned on my side to face him as he settled in beside me and covered us with the blankets. 

I traced my finger down his freckle-dusted nose. 

“That was fun,” I said. 

“Are you kiddin’ me? That was freaking awesome.” 

“I didn’t think you’d enjoy that as much as you did.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because you love being in control. And I love you being in control- when we’re fucking, anyway.”

“Kinda nice to give that up once in awhile. So, you liked bossin’ me around?” 

“It was a nice change of pace. And after the last few days you deserved it.” 

“By the way, where the hell did that riding crop come from?” 

I giggled. “A friend gave it to me.”

“And you brought it with you on a hunt…why?” 

“Never know when or how something like that might come in useful.”

“Hmm. Well you know kitten…” he winked at me with a tired but mischievous grin, “payback’s a bitch.” 

“Oh no, Dean Winchester, whatever do you have in mind?” I simpered.

“You’ll find out, sweetheart. Believe me,” he mumbled against my lips.

We kissed, open-mouthed and sleepily. As my eyes grew heavier and my responses to his kisses slowed, I flipped to my other side. Dean gathered me his arms, pulling my back flush against his chest, his thumb tracing lazy circles against my stomach as we both drifted off to sleep. 

**** 

I heard the sound of the door rattle just as pale light was starting to seep through the gap in the curtains. Sam’s silhouette limped through the door, sighing heavily as he closed it behind him. Once my eyes adjusted, I noticed he looked beyond disheveled. His chin-length hair was in disarray, a section of it matted against his cheek in something dark, thick and sticky. His face was filthy, streaked red with blood, and a long cut ran from his ear to under his chin.

“Sam? You okay?” I asked softly.

He answered with a grunt, collapsing into the dining chair nearest the door.

I roused Dean gently. “Dean, baby wake up.”

He woke with a start, sitting straight up and immediately reaching for his ivory-handled Colt on the nightstand.

“It’s alright, it’s just Sam,” I assured him.

Dean put the gun down, regarding his little brother slumped in the chair, squinting as more of the morning light poured through the curtains.

“Sammy? You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Sam winced, “I’m fine.”

Dean fumbled through his duffel on the floor next to the bed, pulling out a pair of boxers. He jumped up and pulled them on quickly as I sat up, covering myself with the bedsheet. My bag was across the room, so while Dean stood in front of Sam, I fished one of Dean’s t-shirts out of his bag and by some miracle, found my black thong peeking out from underneath it. Turning my back to the brothers, I slipped the too-large shirt over my head and slipped my panties on as they talked.

“What the hell happened? Thought you had a date with that waitress?” Dean asked.

“I did. Turns out she wasn’t just a waitress…she was a Wraith.” Sam grumbled. “Where’s the first aid kit?”

“It’s in the car, I got it. Lemme put some clothes on.” 

While Dean dressed, I went into the bathroom to get a couple warm washcloths for Sam. As I ran the cloths under the hot water, I heard Sam groan, “Dude, were you guys screwing in my bed all night?”

“Nah, we screwed in ours. Just needed to sleep in yours,” Dean responded with a light chuckle. 

“Don’t even want to know.” 

"Seriously though, what is it with you banging monsters?” 

“Fuck you, Dean. Just go get the kit!” 

Dean had shut the door behind him just as I emerged from the bathroom. I approached Sam, placing one washcloth on the table and keeping one in my hand.

“Here, let me clean up that cut,” I offered.

“Thanks.” Sam sucked a lungful of air through his teeth when I gently blotted the warm cloth along his chin. 

“Sorry,” I said.

“It’s fine. So… did he like it?”

I smiled sheepishly. Sam had been the one who’d given me the crop, presenting it to me while we had been doing research and Dean had been out on a supply run, suggesting I use it on his brother.

“Yeah. Said he did, anyway.”

“I told you he would.”

I folded the washcloth over to a clean side. “You know,” I chuckled, “sometimes I think you two share way too much with each other.”

My laugh was cut short when I caught Sam’s gaze.  It stabbed right through me, causing heat to rise up my cheeks as his hazel eyes fixed on mine with intensity. 

Then the corners of his mouth turned up in a sinister grin. 

“You have no idea how much we like to share…Kitten.”

 *To Be Continued*

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