#a pleasure dom if i dare to speak

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My Favorite Line In The Show

that line with that expression with that hand angle? oh you just know they did it

[imaginedanvrs]

show and tell

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dark!wandanat x reader. sub!wanda, dom!natasha, dom-turned-sub!reader

word count: 2.2k

warnings: cheating, dubcon, undiscussed voyeurism, exhibitionism, size kink, strap on sex (r giving and recieving), mentions of tribbing, praise, degrading, gun play, threats of violence, rough sex, begging, masturbation

“Too much…y/n- baby,” Wanda panted helplessly. Despite the words she was hardly able to speak, her legs tightened their hold on you whilst you pushed your newest toy deeper. The Sokovian whined as her back arched off of her King sized bed and her fingers clawed into your back. 

  You grinned, gazing down at the beautiful view you had created. “All that power yet you can’t take a few extra inches,” you remarked. “And there I thought this poor neglected pussy would be desperate for it after being left alone for so long,” you continued, drawing your hips back only to thrust in further. She was so close to taking it all, she just needed some extra encouragement. 

  “Please,” she uttered, eyes connecting with your own the way they always did. She was so influenced with lust she was practically at your mercy, so you filled her to the brim with a grunt. “Fuck!” Wanda hissed, nerves ablaze. You felt her slick against your thighs when your pelvises pressed together and acknowledged the signal she was ready. 

  You fucked Wanda like it was the last time you’d do it, because that was always in question. She had an unpredictable life and her marriage was even more so. As though the absence of planning wasn’t challenging enough, the fact that Wanda was married to the world’s best spy (and assassin) was constantly looming over you. 

  “I bet she never makes you feel this way,” you said, watching Wanda’s blissed features as she moaned breathlessly. She looked insatiable when you had her like that, cheeks flushed, hair messed, pupils blown. All from your actions. “You like when I fuck you with this big cock?” You questioned with a smirk, as though you couldn’t hear how wet she was. 

  “I love it,” she cried out, mind frayed. “So good.” She just couldn't help herself. Neither could you. 

  “Better than her?” She met your cocky grin with a mere flash of hesitation before the carefree smile returned. 

  “So competitive,” a voice behind you mused. Your recognition was instant and you didn’t even turn around when you made to scramble out of the bed. You didn’t get the chance. With a distressed whine, Wanda’s magic entangled with your frame and pulled you flush against her until the strap was buried to the hilt once more. 

  “Wanda,” you gasped, unsure if she had heard her wife come in. “Let go,” you hissed as you heard the widow’s boots thud across the floor. Wanda didn’t oblige and instead began to move your hips for you to resume her pleasure. 

  “Stop that,” Natasha demanded and you stilled, unable to escape. “She was just saying how I could never make you feel this way, so by all means, let her go ahead,” she told her wife, gliding her cold fingertips over your hips and pushed you down. You registered Wanda’s hitch at the action. 

  “Please, I-” you tried but the spy wasn’t interested. 

  “Shut the fuck up.” You knew better than to argue with the Russian, especially once she rounded the bed to kiss her wife tenderly. 

  “Welcome home,” Wanda greeted, still very flushed to her wife’s amusement. You eyed the pair warrily, your heart hammering against your chest so hard you felt your ribs bruise. It almost stopped short when Natasha’s glaze turned cold and locked in on you. 

  “Fuck her,” she ordered. You didn’t dare object but had to tear your eyes away as you dutifully began to thrust into the woman beneath you. You focused on Wanda’s sweet noises of pleasure in an attempt to forget your fear, but it was difficult with Natasha’s stalking behind you again. 

  “So you’re the one who’s been fucking my wife while I was saving the world,” she commented casually. “Such a big strap on you too,” Natasha continued as she watched the soaked toy leave Wanda’s pussy only to be driven back in. “Does it make you feel tough to use this on her? How would you feel if I used this nasty cock on you?” You felt Wanda clench around you at her words. 

  “I’m sorry!” You tried again, imagining all of the different weapons that she could be carrying on her. 

  “You’re sorry you were caught,” she corrected. “If you make my wife cum I might consider letting you leave here with all of your limbs,” she considered, delivering a hard smack to your ass. You jolted forwards and heard Wanda cry out, falling into the rhythm Natasha pushed you into in a desperate attempt to please them both. It wasn’t hard, you had fucked Wanda countless times before, but you momentarily regretting bringing such a large toy to use under pressure. Still, it didn’t seem to be an issue for the Sokovian who gasped into your shoulder, peering at her wife with a knowing glint. Unknowingly to you, Natasha winked back with the same smirk she had stripped you of. 

  “ты хорошо себя чувствуешь, дорогая?” You frowned at the Russian’s words, knowing they were directed at Wanda but still feeling like you should know what they say. 

  “Wha-” you turned to question Natasha only to be met with the barrel of her handgun pointed at your head. You instantly cowered away but knew that even if you had tried to leap out of the bed again, it was pointless against the assassin. 

  “так хорошо!” Wanda answered, entirely unphased by the weapon she happened to be in the firing range of. Natasha hummed, seemingly pleased with her partner’s response.

  “I’m not gonna hurt you,” she told you pitifully. “As long as you do what you came here to do.” You figured there wasn’t much point protesting any longer, so you turned back to the woman beneath you and tried to pin all of your focus on her as you usually wouldn't without prompt. Even with a gun pointed at your head, you couldn’t stop admiring how much Wanda looked like some tainted angel that had succumbed to her desires. 

  “Don’t stop,” she called to you. She was breathless, desperate and despite her partner’s looming presence, entirely under your influence. You fucked Wanda relentlessly, just the way you knew she went crazy for until it became hard for you not to grow smug at the sounds you were drawing from her infront of her wife. Soon, the gun became a lingering thought and Wanda returned to the forefront of your mind as she had a habit of doing. 

  “I’m gonna cum,” she announced as your hips slapped against her own. You felt the tension in the room rise accordingly but didn’t let it affect you as you drove your fake cock into Wanda’s pussy harder. 

  “That’s it, fuck,” you encouraged, feeling the harness rub against you with every thrust that Wanda tried to meet. She dug her nails into your back as she came, soaking the toy that she clung to with such might that you had a challenge fucking her through her high. You rocked your hips against her as you coaxed her through her orgasm and felt yourself become impossibly wetter. Her slick was running down both your thighs and you wanted nothing more than to throw the harness off and rub your cunt against her ruined one. Perhaps you might have if it weren’t for the eyes on the both of you. 

  You grinned down at Wanda, your arrogance gradually making its way back until Natasha cut it short by dragging the harness off from your waist, as though she could read your mind. For a moment, you really did wonder if she was going to have you do what you were thinking of, until you noticed her tightening the harness to her own hips with practised ease. Somehow, seeing it on the widow made the strap look bigger. 

  You snapped your head back to Wanda when she began to shuffle herself out from under you and up towards the headboard that she rested against with heavy eyes. You made to follow until the barrel of the gun was pressed into the centre of your back and you were forced back down into the mattress with a grunt. 

  “You think we’re done?” Natasha scoffed. “What do you think, detka?” You peered up at Wanda with wide eyes only to see her fingers had returned to the space between her legs that was still red and leaking. The mischievous glint in her eyes was one you didn’t trust one bit. Your instincts were right. 

  “Make her take it,” the Sokovian husked. 

  “как скажешь,” Natasha replied simply, tossing the unnecessary gun to the side so that she could place both hands on you waist and lift your ass into the air. 

  “Wait,” you tried, knowing how large the toy was and how tight the fit would be. It was rare that you were on the receiving end so you were sure you weren’t ready for such a toy. At least you had worked Wanda up to it. Her wife didn’t seem to care because barely a second passed until you felt the head nudge at your exposed pussy. You could show your fear as much as you wanted, but you all heard the sound of the toy against your wetness. You whined into the bed, accepting you were made. 

  “I bet you wanted this from the start,” Natasha mused, pushing the toy past your reluctant entrance. You held the sheets in a death grip and cried out into the mattress at the immediate stretch. “You just need to be put in your place. Made to feel like the bitch you are,” she spat, pushing inch after inch into your dripping pussy without any consideration. 

  “Please!” You wailed inaudibly, needing a moment to adjust to the intrusion. Apparently you hadn’t earned that yet, because Natasha forced the rest of the toy in with a low groan that was overshadowed by your pleas of protest. It felt like you were being split apart, walls stretched to accommodate the cock you had such a thrill using just minutes prior. Needless to say, that power had been stripped. 

  “What happened, tough guy? Is it too much?” The Russian laughed. You registered Wanda’s breathy moans picking up again. “Too bad.” She drew her hips back only to slam them back into you along with every inch of the toy. You whined, high in your throat, and tried to close your legs but Natasha held them firmly apart. “No, no. Take it all. It’s only fair,” she pointed out, slamming herself against you. 

  The pain was prominent and stubborn, enhanced with every sharp thrust into your cunt that was soaked beyond belief, and you were powerless against it. Your slick only served to allow Natasha to fuck you as hard as she wished as your walls obediently parted for her to reach your depths in ways you had never felt. With that, the pleasure was finally able to peek through the haze of pain. 

  “Such a fucking whore letting me use you like this,” Natasha hissed but you hardly registered her over your burning sensations. She grabbed ahold of your hair and hauled your head up enough for your neck to ache and forced you to stare at her blissed out wife who sat pleasuring herself at your defeat. “You like being turned into a brainless fucktoy?” She asked. You didn’t respond as you looked at Wanda, knowing it would counteract with everything you had ever uttered to her but the harsh slap to your ass rid you of that final secret. 

  “Yes,” you whimpered. At the confession, Wanda fingered herself harder though it was clearly nothing compared to what her wife had you subject to. 

  Natasha’s thrusts were harsh, deliberately pushing as far inside you as she possibly could each time to make you bask in how large the toy was and how much it filled you up. You were stretched out perfectly around the toy, reshaped to take it as much as Natasha pleased. She was cruel, etching the words of ‘slut’ and ‘dumb’ into your mind as she ruined you in every sense of the word. 

  “I know you’re getting close, you’re clenching around me like a desperate bitch in heat,” Natasha told you, feuling Wanda’s arousal. 

  “Make her cum, make her know how good it feels,” the Sokovian called. Natasha huffed.

  “You’re lucky she’s here,” she muttered, clearly having planned on leaving you hanging despite the ruthlessness of the way she pounded into you. 

  Your moans grew along with Wanda’s and a matter of moments later, you were cumming around the unforgiving cock as hard as she had, pushing your own face into the bed to avoid meeting her eye in your moment of complete helplessness. You pushed back against Natasha as you came, desperate to have as much of her inside of you to cling to as your mind went blank. Your chest heaved and the world went quiet as your orgasm rushed through you. It was so much. Too much, all at once. 

  Once the intense waves finally finished crashing over you, you felt a pair of hands lift you up and place you on another body. You couldn't place either of them, too frazzled to tax your brain with the task, but you appreciated the warmth regardless and didn't fight it when a red haze clouded your mind and pulled you into a state of measured unconsciousness.

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let me be yours | part II

ao3 | masterlist | < part I |

Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x f!Martell Reader

Word count: 6.6k

Summary: You, a Martell princess who was recently brought into Rhaenyra's courtyard as a sign of goodwill to ensure the unification of the Seven Kingdoms. With time passing on, you feel trapped under the enticing aura of the Dragon Queen and sees yourself desiring her more and more. However, in a delicate situation, is it worth the yearn for your Queen? Would you give in to your needs to have your way with her and find some indulgence?

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI), afab reader, bisexual rhaenyra, canon divergence, longing, age gap (you early 20s rhae mid 30s), fingering, masturbation, oral sex, sub/dom dynamics (rhae dom you sub), overstimulation, scissoring, queen rhaenyra targaryen, nipple play, possessive rhaenyra

a/n: well, it’s been a long time since I don’t post a fic here and I was considering seriously ending my blog (i still do low key and end totally my last social media but let’s ignore that) but I have fun here and I love sharing my stories with you guys. thanks for reading! I hope you all enjoy it <3 comments, reblogs, likes are very much appreciated.

Taglist: @princessanglophile @hiroikegawa @hiraethrhapsody @pet1t3

The next day, Rhaenyra summoned you to visit her again, and you brought your cloak to show her the sewing and embroidery you had completed. Her praise for your work and dedication was effusive, each word like a sweet melody to your ears. As she examined the intricate stitches and delicate patterns, her hand would occasionally brush against yours, a gentle touch that sent a thrill of warmth through your entire being. These fleeting moments of physical contact spoke volumes, conveying an unspoken tenderness and connection between you.

Her gaze remained as intense as ever, locking onto yours with a depth that stirred both admiration and longing within you. There were times when she leaned in closely to speak, her words brushing against your ear with an intimacy that left you breathless. Occasionally, she would press a lingering kiss to your cheek or temple, the softness of her lips leaving an indelible impression.

Each gesture, each touch, each word of affection stirred a flurry of emotions within you. You found yourself wondering if Rhaenyra's actions were merely those of a caring future mother-in-law, or if they hinted at something deeper, something that mirrored your own feelings. The uncertainty added a bittersweet edge to your interactions, blending desire with apprehension as you navigated the delicate dance between duty and desire in her presence.

And each night, you would touch yourself thinking about Rhaenyra.

Finger twirling around your clit.

Daring to play with your entrance.

Mumbled words desperately calling for your Queen.

Fingers down on your cunt until you come undone on your fingers.

Wishing it was on hers.

But after almost a month of engaging in your own pleasure, it came ahead of you the unstoppable moment of your life: your wedding. You remember yourself being a little princess in Dorne, waiting and counting your days to know how long it would take until she would be wedded to someone and there you were, now dreading this moment.

You wished to fulfil your fantasy, you wished to have a way with Rhaenyra. How could you marry her son and still think of her, every night? Marriage is just a piece of paper, Rhaenyra well said, however, would you ever be willing to be the one who brings pleasure, true pleasure, into your life?

There you were, five days away from your wedding, knocking on Rhaenyra’s door to spend your time with her. This time, she asked you to come in your evening garments, a cream nightgown with long, tight sleeves. Your hair was loose and carried no jewellery on your body. The Queen opened up her door for you with a soft smile, signing you to go inside her bedchambers.

“Your Grace.” You courtied her, bending your knee. Rhaenyra raised her eyebrows, silently remembering you of her wish. “Sorry, Rhaenyra. I cannot help but treat you as you deserve.”

Rhaenyra held a smug smile after hearing you call her by her title. Her hands reached yours and entangled your fingers, greeting you in a more intimate manner. “Then as your Queen, I command you to call me by my name, little sun.” The Queen beamed at you, mischievously with her faint, playful smile. You laughed, although still a bit shy. “I apologise for summoning you in the night, my darling.” She began, walking throughout her room.

You followed her and one of her QueensGuard closed the door behind you and finally left the both of you alone. You were nervous, joining your hands on your back as you followed her, trying to disguise your anticipation around Her Grace. “I could not fall asleep and felt in need of your company. You lift my spirits.” The Queen said, sympathetically. Your eyes sparkled as she praised you, heart beating in anticipation and having a weird sense of validation, hence her sweet talk. “I hope I have not interrupted your sleep.”

As if you could ever go slumbering without touching yourself to the thought of Rhaenyra. You beamed briefly and shook your head, finding you a place to stay still, right after Your Grace. “You did not, as I myself have also been in some trouble finding my own sleep, Your Grace.”

Rhaenyra looked at you after a long sigh and her eyes seemed more relaxed when around you. She looked so beautiful in that blue nightgown, honouring her mother, a Lady of Arryn. Her hair was long and thick, she took great joy in braiding it before sleeping, but you would rather see it all loosen down, giving her a more human aspect to her godly, ethereal appearance.

Rhaenyra approached you, involving your hands on hers and grinning, which you grinned back before she led you towards a small table with a jar of wine with two goblets beside it. “We barely had time these days to share our daily moments. It is a shame.”

You started drinking by the same window Rhaenyra teased you, being bathed by the moonlight, Rhaenyra seemed even more stunning when in a more natural state. Rhaenyra drank her own wine but her eyes were locked on you, as it would always be. “I have been missing you, but with the current state of your wedding, we have both been quite busy lately.”

You nodded, positioning your cup on the window to lean your chest over it, watching from afar the lights of Flea Bottom. You didn’t know what to feel or think about it. You had so much time to spend with Jace and he seemed polite, but rather distant from you.

Maybe it was your fault, you should stay away from the Queen’s web, perhaps make more effort to be in acquaintance with your betrothed before the actual wedding. It was a rare thing, to live amongst your future husband, could give some default to the life ahead of you. However, you wasted it. “What troubles your sleep this evening, my sun?”

Your hands were sweaty again, your eyes lowered, looking to the immensity of darkness on the ground. Rhaenyra grabbed your face with her hands and smiled, as a sign of her affection. “I am nervous, Rhaenyra, I must admit.” You started, hesitant. “I have been thinking about what you told me in a former encounter of ours.”

Rhaenyra stared at you, intrigued. Her eyes narrowed, trying to recall their older gatherings. “You have?” Rhaenyra said with a hint of surprise in her eyes. The Queen looked at you with curiosity, trying to remember the words she said in the last moments they shared together. “Continue, dear.” Rhaenyra encouraged you with her gentle smile and her eyes still on yours.

“About marriages, duties and happiness…” You started, taking a smirk from Rhaenyra. Her fingers caressed your chin after squeezing it gently.

“Ah, those words, yes.” Rhaenyra chuckled, nodding her head. She gently cupped your face with her hands, her fingers caressing your cheeks. She took a step forward, standing very close to you.

“That was... very interesting of you to bring it up again.” The woman hummed, staring into your eyes.

You hummed yourself, feeling her lavender oil scent invade your nostrils and involuntarily, you bite your lower lips, feeling the heat grow ridiculously fast as Rhaenyra preyed on you, like a dragon seeking out its food. “And why does Your Grace find it interesting?”

Rhaenyra smiled down in amusement, watching your teeth sink into your lower lip. She traced her thumb over your lower lip, tugging slowly to free it from your teeth. She looked into your eyes, her pupils wide and full of lust.

“Because... I wonder if you remember the words I said that evening…” She said, almost whispering it to you and she leaned in closer.

Your mouth went dry instantly with the pace the gap between your bodies was closing. You remembered it more than well, but lacked the confidence to say it out loud. Not for not trusting in her, but mostly out of fret for what could happen now. She was too close to the pyre and the chances of being burned were immense. Either way, you said it. “A marriage is just a piece of paper.” You mumbled, breathing against her fair skin.

Rhaenyra chuckled lowly, her eyes slowly moving all over your face. She took the time to take in your expressions and your reactions to her body being so close to yours. She saw the way your throat moved slightly when you swallowed. The Queen took another step forward, feeling your chest against her own. She could feel your heart beating against your chest and she had no doubts that you could feel hers too. Rhaenyra could almost feel your breath against her lips as she let out a soft hum. “Correct.” She said, quietly.

“Once we are in a marriage, we can still have our… preferences. I learned it well with my late husband,” Rhaenyra traced her fingertips on your soft lips, attentively staring at it. “Bedding is not the biggest of your problems, my dear, but the lack or opportunity to be vulnerable. It can be the greatest of our strengths or weaknesses.”

Rhaenyra introduced your thumb within your mouth and instinctively, you suckled on it and closed your eyes as she spoke. Your warm tongue licked and pulled her thumb closer in a sultry move. Your cunt was soaked, dripping for Rhaenyra. “Open your eyes and look at me.” She softly commanded and you immediately complied. Your reaction encouraged her and her thumb gently moved under your bottom lip. The silver queen gently brushes it across the plump surface.

“How can something so flawless and beautiful exist in this world?” Rhaenyra muttered to herself. Her gaze never leaves your face. It was surreal, was it really happening to you? Your head was free of thoughts, only living in the present and wanting more of that enticing woman. “You see, you make me quite vulnerable to you. I wonder if you will make a strength or a weakness out of it.”

Then, Rhaenyra got closer. Now, the fabrics were much thinner than the other dresses both women wore. You could feel the swell of her breasts, her waist glued against yours, her breath close to you again. You startled, feeling her fingertips grazing on your skin, gently and superficially.

Once the Queen took off her finger and muttered her words, you opened her eyes and stared at Rhaenyra. “You think this highly of me, Your Grace?” You asked, muttering back.

“A woman as beautiful as you has no right to exist. Perfection itself. An artwork the Rhoynar Gods made to torture men.” Rhaenyra muttered back, as her fingers traced along your soft jaw and down the side of your neck, feeling your pulse. “And they have. A vision so perfect and lovely has tempted me like no other. A true flower of the desert." Rhaenyra whispered.

“Do I tempt you?” You asked again, whispering as well. Your figures were now pressed against each other. Rhaenyra moved her head up a little, her lips ghosting over yours, not yet kissing, but close enough to feel her breath on your skin as she spoke.

Rhaenyra chuckled and lifted her chin slightly, feeling your body shiver slightly against hers as you let her touch travel down on your nightgown.

The material was soft and thin, doing a terrible job to hide how much it was affecting you. The blonde hummed when she felt your body shuddering under her touch. The Queen let her hand slide behind your waist, enjoying the heat of your skin under her touch.

“You have no idea of the power you hold, my sweet girl. No idea of how weak I am for you.” Her words caused you to silently gasp in front of her, you gave in entirely to Rhaenyra, your dream was coming true and fear grew as arousal spread through your body.

“Why do I make a weak of you?” You asked your possible lover, granting yourself the benefit of the doubt as you played naive for the cold truth: she wanted you as much as you wanted her.

“Because I long for you.” Rhaenyra muttered, still running her thumb gently across your bottom lip. She couldn't help but stare down at the mouth of this sweet thing. Just the thought of her kissing you was enough to send you the edge. The temptation was too much to bear.

“I long for you too, my Queen.” You finally admitted, mumbling at Rhaenyra. Ever since you landed on King’s Landing to be warded by the Queen, you find herself daydreaming of kissing her lips and being her own little Queen.

“Is that so, sweet girl?” Rhaenyra’s voice was low and sultry, her eyebrow arched in a mixture of curiosity and desire. A soft smile played on her lips as her thumb gently traced the contours of your plump, soft lips. Each stroke sent a shiver of anticipation through you.

Every time she looked at your lips, a deep hunger ignited within her, a yearning to taste you and make you hers in every sense. Your gaze lingered, filled with a fierce determination to claim you as her own, to explore every inch of your being and etch her presence into your soul. The moment hung heavy with tension and unfulfilled desire, as if the world itself paused to witness the profound connection between you.

“I wish I could be yours." You reply, your eyes burning desire for Rhaenyra. You pay no mind for any liability; you care not that she is your Queen, the mother of your future husband, a woman. You wanted Rhaenyra.

“You can.” Rhaenyra muttered. She brought her other hand to your face, making sure to be completely focused on every part of you, taking in everything about you. Every part of her was perfect. As her thumbs trace over the soft flesh of your face, her eyes flicker down to your parted lips and she cannot help but gaze down to them, feeling the need to feel them on hers. “Just say the word.”

You touched the hand of Rhaenyra that was resting on your face and bit your lips again while listening to Her Grace. Submissively, you replied. “Let me be yours, Your Grace.” You mumbled, in a disguised begging for Rhaenyra to claim you, to have her way with you.

The eyes of Rhaenyra brightened and she was in total bliss. Hearing your sweet words in that pretty mouth, in that sensual tone, was like music to her ears. Rhaenyra leaned in close while both her hands gently held your face. Her nose gently brushed your own and she looked deep into your eyes.

“You are mine. My sweet girl.” Rhaenyra whispered as her tongue gently traced over your lip. She was close. You moaned lightly and she hummed with your reaction.

“I’m yours, Your Grace,” You whispered back, with a trembling voice and a mixture of reverence and longing. The words hung in the air, laden with the weight of her surrender. Impulsively, you pulled Rhaenyra closer, her fingers grasping the fabric of her gown with a desperate need to feel her warmth.

Yet, despite the burning desire coursing through her veins, you hesitated, her breath hitching as she stopped just short of initiating the kiss. Your faces were mere inches apart, close enough to feel each other’s breath mingling in the charged air. She gazed into Rhaenyra’s eyes, finding herself lost in the depths of those piercing, commanding orbs.

Feeling you pull her closer, Rhaenyra had to act. She closed the remaining distance as she pressed her mouth against yours, kissing you. Her lips moved slowly against your own, enjoying the feeling of you beneath her, knowing you were hers. Her thumbs gently stroke the flesh of your cheeks as she begins to explore your mouth.

Her kiss was ethereal as her beauty. You explored the inside of her mouth with her tongues in an enticing dance, moaning between the kiss as her hand possessively wandered through your hair. Rhaenyra hummed again against your mouth, delighting herself with her reactions. Her arm possessively brought you even closer, as if it was possible and another hand of hers grabbed you by the neck, deepening the kiss.

Gently, the silver Queen pushed you against the cold wall of her chambers, causing an electrifying thermal shock on your body. Her fingertips traced through your jawline and she tightened her grip, feeling her smooth flesh, rubbing against yours and the feeling was beyond incredible. Rhaenyra parted her lips for a brief time, staring at you with eyes full of hunger.

“Do you want me, sweet girl?” Rhaenyra whispered, with a husky voice as her eyes darkened, burning with desire and need for you. She watched you closely, waiting for an answer from you, holding you on a firm grip. You nodded at her question, taciturnly responding at her.

“Say it.” The royal commanded again, filling the air with tension enough to explode the room. Her eyes were locked on yours, breathing heavily towards your lips, you were drowned in pleasure, your voice was about to falter, right in front of your queen.

“I want you, My Queen.” You whispered. Her lips curled into a devilish smirk, with one of her hands letting go of your waist to cup your cheek, brushing your olive skin in very gentle circles. Rhaenyra joined your noses and rubbed each other, teasing you. Your desire went over the edge. It was overwhelmingly good being claimed by Your Grace, you would make sure this night was perfect. Rhaenyra's tongue explored every inch of your mouth. Feeling the warmth inside and tasting you on her tongue.

“Are you mine, sweet girl?" She asked, moving from your mouth down to your jaw, sucking and leaving marks on your soft flesh. Her moves were quick and furtive, as a dragon should be. Her face roamed yours, examining your expressions with cunning and desire.

“I am yours, Your Grace,” you whispered, with a voice having a delicate blend of devotion and anticipation. A soft hum of pleasure escaped your lips as you felt the tender nibbling and gentle suckling on your skin, each touch sending delightful shivers through her body. The sensations were exquisite, drawing you deeper into a state of blissful surrender.

“You are mine.” Rhaenyra replied against your skin. You tilted your head back, moaning lightly as the Queen suckled on the skin of your neck, sending shivers down your spine nipples to instantly turn visible through your nightgown. Her hand travelled south, squeezing your waist and hips and soon after, your thigh. “Mine, mine, mine…” She continued, repeating the word like a prayer, still close to your neck.

Swiftly, she flipped your body and pressed the front of it against the cold wall, pulling your hair to the side and kissing your back as a contrast to her rough and sudden gesture. You purred with pleasure as Rhaenyra had her hands reaching the laces of your nightly garments and you moaned lightly, feeling her kisses on your neck. Your hands, delicately, pulled her head against your neck, beseeching for more action on her side.

“I am all yours,” You replied, faintly moaning with the motion of your dress falling onto the floor. “Yours, yours, yours…”

Rhaenyra mischievously smiled, out of satisfaction hearing your voice so submissive to her. Her soft hands wandered up and down on your bare back, admiring your naked body. Your neck was invaded with kisses, bites and suckles, mixing pain and lust at the same time and your moans were becoming desperate for her.

"I want to worship you, sweet girl. Will you let me?" Rhaenyra asked in a sultry whisper, her hands finding the lace of her own dress and revealing her pale skin. You agreed in silence, feeling her nipples brushing against your back. "Perfect." She muttered, her voice barely a mutter. One of her hands moved up to your breast, gently caressing it with her thumb.

And then, Your Grace flipped your body back to face your front. A brief silence rose amongst you two, her body screamed the yearn to devour you completely. Rhaenyra pinched your left nipple and you moaned in a low tone. "Gorgeous." Rhaenyra murmured as her mouth took in your pert nipple, her tongue flicking over it softly and your hands almost immediately reached her hair again, not allowing Rhaenyra to let go of your chest. Her tongue circled one nipple and alternated with suckling, kisses and bites on your nipple.

No one has ever seen you naked before. Yet, being all exposed for Rhaenyra for the first time was no hardship. You felt close to explode once her lips reached your breast and a soft cry came from your mouth. Rhaenyra hummed against your flesh, continuing to give your breast the attention it desired.

One of her hands lowered over your cunt as her lips suckled and licked your chest. Her other hand moved down across your torso before gently placing it between your legs and gently stroking a digit across your core, making you melt into her arms, exploding with her skilful manoeuvring.

Rhaenyra gently removed her mouth from your breast and looked up into your eyes. Her thumb continued to circle your core, picking up the pace as she watched you. "Does it feel good, sweet girl? Do you enjoy this?" The Queen muttered with a teasing smirk as she watched your hips bounce for her. You looked right into Rhaenyra’s eyes, moaning silently and crying out in pleasure against that wall, only nodding in response to her question.

Rhaenyra leaned in and kissed you once more as her thumb pressed down gently on your sensitive clit, delighting herself with your moans. "Say it." Rhaenyra whispered, repeating her command and wanting to hear you say out loud how much you like this.

“I-It feels so good… Y-your Grace…” You stammered, with your voice trembling with pleasure. You leaned in and pressed her lips to Rhaenyra’s, kissing deeply and fervently, as the Queen’s hands continued to explore her body with master, tender touches. Each caress heightened your senses, mumbling soft moans from her lips and making her pulse race with a mixture of excitement and desire.

The Queen vibrated in response and pressed down more on your sensitive apex, slowly increasing the pressure, watching closely for your reaction.

As she did this, her other hand moved up to wrap around your neck, gently squeezing you. You moaned, gazing directly into her eyes. "That's it, sweet girl. Let it all out." Rhaenyra whispered, her voice now husky and needy.

Not all times you touched yourself you could be as good as Rhaenyra was touching you. She knew how and where exactly to do it on you and it built an imminent desperation for release within your body. Your hands reached her shoulders, squeezing it as she grew closer to come on her fingers.

As your whines and moans grew, Rhaenyra knew you were close. Her thumb kept circling and pressing on your sweet spot, listening to the soft noises coming from your mouth. The sight of her in front of you was perfection. Rhaenyra squeezed your neck gently and whispered to you. "Come for me, my sweet. I want to see you fall to pieces in my hands... just for me."

With her soft command, you felt your legs faltering and a single tear of joy leaving your right eye, with a moan so similar to a whine leaving your mouth while your climax hit you, exploding just as the fourteen fires of the Valyria of Old. You buried your head on the crook of Your Grace’s neck, irregularly breathing and trembling your body.

Rhaenyra slowed her movements, taking her time to pull you through your orgasm. With each gentle rock of her thumb across your sensitive jewel, she kissed and licked up your neck. The sound of your moans and whines filled her ears and sent shivers down her spine. Feeling your body tremble against her sent a tingle between her thighs. "That's it, sweet girl. You've been so good, so perfect for me." The Queen muttered in praise as her arm wrapped around your waist.

You smiled, still in ecstasy from the aftershocks of that alluring moment you had shared with the Queen and kissed her lips gently while your body recovered. After the brief kiss, they stared at each other in silence and you proceeded to suckle on the finger that touched you, wiping all of your own wetness with her lips from Rhaenyra’s hand, who let go a groan as she watched you taste her on your fingers.

She could feel a heat beginning to burn deep within her core. You needed her. She brought her hands to your face and cupped your cheeks, kissing you deeply as she backed you towards the bed. The Dragon Queen pushed you down onto the soft silk sheets and hovered over top of you.

"I need you." She whispered against your mouth, her voice hoarse and desperate.

You felt the impact of falling onto the bed and kept kissing Rhaenyra and feeling the Queen alternating between her lips and neck. You spread her legs to accommodate Rhaenyra on top of you while Your Grace’s lips tasted your skin roughly and desperately.

“Then take me, Your Grace.” You whispered back, muttering ‘please’ onto her ear, which drove Rhaenyra to complete madness over you.

Rhaenyra lowered her body down, grinding her thigh against your wet core. You moaned a bit louder to the pressure and the sensation. She wanted to tease you, but you could not hold back anymore. "I am going to make you squirm, sweet girl." She muttered as her hand moved down your body, caressing your breast before her knee gently found your cunt. Rhae was gentle at first, pressing down gently as she rocked her knee against you. You, on the other hand, complied immediately to her promise, squirming and allowing your body to spasm under her touch. Instinctively, you grabbed her arse to keep Rhaenyra close.

Rhaenyra moaned as her body trembled, feeling your hands grab her arse and rock her. She leaned in close, biting down on your neck as she pressed her knee against you. "Feels so good, sweet...girl." She muttered as she continued to rub gently, her free hand gripping into your waist, as her own moans began to fill the room.

“Please, my Queen… more…” You pleaded as Rhaenyra kept rocking her knee against your sensitive centre, leaving moans from both mouths. You left one hand to the Queen’s hair, bringing her closer and the other hand kept squeezing Rhaenyra.

Your desperate moans made Rhaenyra go feral, her need and longing to hear more of your sweet sounds was overwhelming. "Say my name." She muttered, darkening her eyes and lowering your voice to a devilish tone, wanting to hear you utter her name on your lips.

You were torn, unsure if you should dare to call Rhaenyra by her name. It still seemed as a terrible lack of respect, yet the pleasure she derived from obeying her was overwhelming. As the sensations intensified, bringing you closer to the edge, you have decided to comply without question.

“My Queen,” you murmured breathlessly, opting to avoid using Rhaenyra’s name. The words felt both formal and intimate, a reflection of your submission and the profound connection you felt in that moment. Rhaenyra had her body trembling with anticipation, each touch and command driving her further into a state of astonishing surrender.

Rhaenyra listened intently as her thigh pressed and slowly paced against your intimacy, getting off your moans and whines. The queen smirked and kissed at your neck, gently sucking on the bare skin.

"No, my dornish sun.” She whispered in your ear, her voice sultry and seductive. “Say it... my name. I need to hear it from your sweet lips.”

“Rhae… Rhaenyra…” You moaned as Rhaenyra alternated between her fingers and knee on your intimacy. Your whines became more urgent as another orgasm began giving its early signs.

Upon hearing her name, Rhaenyra gently but firmly rolled her knee against your cunt, feeling your body tense slightly with your approach at climax. Wanting nothing more than to send you over the edge, Rhaenyra suddenly stopped and made you sigh heavily out of frustration for the denial of her release.

“Please, Rhae…” You pleaded, unable to finish her name, clenching your entrance around nothing and humping your cunt in the air.

"I want you to come on my lips." Rhaenyra groaned into your ear. Rhaenyra eagerly positioned her head between your legs, her mouth kissing along the inside of your sensitive thighs and making you arch your back, sobbing with the utter state of bliss. Rhaenyra moaned at the sight of your intimate spot, swollen, covered in slick and sensitive from the foreplay.

"So pretty for me, sweet girl." She whispered as her fingers gently parted your labia, exposing your jewel to her gaze. You moaned in anticipation by the simple act of having Rhaenyra kissing your inner thighs. Your lips were quick to be bitten.

Rhaenyra smirked at your moans, feeling her own desire building between her own legs. The sight of you squirming made her want you even more. She lowered her head gently, her tongue giving tentative licks to the sensitive skin on your thighs, biting softly into it. "And so responsive..." She murmured.

The more you moaned, the more desperate Rhaenyra was to hear more. She gently parted your lips further, exposing your sensitive intimacy. Slowly and gently, her thumb began to rub your sensitive bud, while her mouth returned to the skin above your cunt, suckling and biting at the flesh “Say my name, sweet girl." She whispered against your skin.

“R-rhaenyra…” You called her in a desperate moan. You pulled the Queen’s head closer to your damp core and her body arched back, feeling all the pleasure Rhaenyra had to offer to you.

Rhaenyra groaned at the sound of her name falling from your lips and leaned in closer as you pulled her head forward. Her tongue suddenly moved forward to brush across your sensitive bud, circling gently. “Does that feel good, sweet girl? Does the Queen make you feel good?” You moaned as the royal returned back to gentle licks and circling motions.

“So good, my Queen…” You replied, humping your intimacy against Rhaenyra’s face.

The queen groaned out at the feeling of you rubbing against her, your soft noises making her heart beat faster in her chest. Your moans were the sweetest sound to her, music to her ears. Her tongue continued to move, the circles slowly becoming more and more erratic with her movements, her tongue adding more pressure to the side of your bundle of nerves.

You had your legs shaking once more and desperation built within you, a single tear leaving your eyes and Rhaenyra sped up the pace as she worked her tongue on you.

The sight of you beneath her only edged her on further. Rhaenyra felt her own desires and needs building within, her own core growing desperate for the same kind of attention. However, she continued with making you feel good. She wanted to make you cry, wanted to make you come undone. Rhaenyra leaned a bit closer, her pace quickening as her tongue flicked back and forth against your sweet spot.

"Are you close, sweet girl?" Her voice vibrated against your cunt, alternating her voice between eating your cunt out.

“Yes, my Queen…” You replied, agonisingly feeling Rhaenyra down on you, having you as if you were her last meal. Your whines were consistent and urgent, the warmth of her mouth made you feel even closer to your peak.

Rhaenyra groaned against your clit, feeling your body grow tense and more desperate. You were so close to falling over the edge, she could tell. "Come for me, sweet girl. I want to hear you call out my name when you reach your peak." Rhaenyra whispered before returning her tongue to your bundle of nerves, the speed in her circles increasing and becoming more frequent.

“Rhaenyra-…” You were quick to comply and let go, feeling your body convulsing under the overwhelming presence of your Queen licking your cunt and once more, you climaxed and now on her tongue. Rhaenyra groaned as your body convulsed under her mouth, her tongue continuing its ministrations through your peak.

The queen, however, hovered over you once more and kissed your lips hungrily, her face all covered in your wetness. “I am not done with you.” Rhaenyra groaned at the feeling of your bodies pressed together, her fingers digging into your skin slightly as she kissed your lips, her teeth gently biting over your pulse point.

“Mine.” She murmured against your skin, her breath hot yet soft as she whispered into the crook of your neck. The possessive edge in her voice and the way her teeth gently gripped onto your skin sent tingles down her spine, her body shivering against yours.

“I’m yours, Rhaenyra.” You muttered back, feeling Rhaenyra’s hand cup one of her breasts and taking a moan out of your lips.

Rhaenyra roughly squeezed your breasts at the sound of your moan, your breath shuddering softly against your skin as she moved her hand over your body, her fingers trailing over your hips, feeling again the mix between soreness and lust.

“Only mine.” She whispered quietly into your ear, her breath hot and shaky as she placed her legs between yours and pressed against you. Rhaenyra groaned at the sound of your moan, her body shivering as it pressed against you and her leg grinded against your centre.

“You feel that, darling?” She whispered her husky and shaky voice in your ear as her fingers trailed down to your hip, her leg gently and slowly rubbing against you. Rhaenyra’s hips gently grinded against yours, her breath shaky as she continued to rub her leg over you, her fingers digging into your hip slightly as she slowly began to rub at a steady pace.

She let out a low groan, her own need for you evident. “You feel so perfect, my darling.”

“Please yourself with me, Your Grace…” You said between moans as Rhaenyra rubbed her leg against your intimacy. Your mind rummined about her cunt against yours and it drove you straight into madness. Your body could barely understand the variation of emotions going through at this moment since you were close to come for the third time by that moment. Even still, you knew you could handle her, you wanted anything she had to offer you.

Rhaenyra gasped softly, her moans getting louder as her leg continued to rub against you, her hips shaking against as she listened to your moans. “I want you.” She groaned as her leg moved against you at a growing pace. “Gods, I need you.”

You wanted more, you wanted her to feel as much as you were feeling and perhaps it could be a risky move, but you pulled her body closer and positioned Rhaenyra’s aching core against your own cunt, mimicking a scissoring motion. “Please yourself with me, Your Grace.” She repeated herself, both moaning to the feeling of their clits against each other.

Rhaenyra gasped at the feeling of your bodies pressed in this way, her breath catching in her throat. ”Gods.” The queen gagged, her eyes rolling back slightly as a low and heady moan escaped her. Her hands grasped for your hips and gripped them as she listened to your moans. “S-sweet g-girl…” She called out your name, rocking her cunt against yours.

You bounced your hips and created more friction against Rhaenyra’s intimacy, fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs, moaning in a perfect symphony.

Her whole body trembled as her hips rocked against yours, moans coming out of her mouth uncontrollably as she ground and rolled her hips into yours. Her breathing was shaky and uneven, her grasp on your hips tightening as she desperately tried to maintain her composure. Your moans and sighs of pleasure seemed to fuel her own, and she found herself moving faster against you, letting out a low, keening sound as she felt her climax building.

“I’m close…” You said, feeling that Rhaenyra was almost close as well. Both Queen and Princess moaned loudly as they rubbed their clits against each other and hips moved fast to increase their pleasure. You cried out, desperate for release.

Rhaenyra had her body shook, her breath coming out in sharp gasps and moans as she felt herself nearing her peak. She gasped and moaned loudly, her body arching into yours as they ground against each other, desperately chasing her release.

“Gods, I’m going to—“ The dragon queen gasped out, her whole body shuddering and shaking. Her fingers dug into your hips and held you tightly as her body twitched against yours.

Your body shaked violently through your climax as it hits the duo fastly. You moaned loudly on a desperate whine, trembling and rocking for the last time against Rhaenyra as the Queen peaked as well. Rhaenyra’s whole body arched as they both came together, moaning and shaking as waves of pleasure washed over her. She held onto you tightly, her breathing coming out in hot and shaky puffs as she rode her climax, riding it until her body fell, limp and trembling against you, completely spent.

As you finished, Rhaenyra gently kissed your cheek before pulling back and crawling closer to your face and body. Her own breathing was laboured and her body flush. "You're so beautiful when you fall apart, sweet girl." She whispered, leaning in to kiss your lips gently. You hugged Rhaenyra while you tried to recover from the intense orgasm. After it, you brushed her sweaty hair while Rhaenyra was still on top of you.

Rhaenyra laid against you, her body feeling heavy and limp as she slowly began to come down from her high, her breathing and heart rate slowly returning to normal. Her hair clung to her face from the beads of sweat, her lips pressed to the crook of your neck as she tried to catch her breath. ”Gods.” She whispered breathlessly.

You breathed heavily and tried to regulate along Rhaenyra and smiled, wiping the sweat from the Queen’s face. “That was intense, Your Grace…” You whispered back, breathless as well.

Rhaenyra let out a faint chuckle, lifting her face from your neck and looking down at you, a small smile on her lips as she gazed at you. “Very intense.” Rhaenyra agreed. Her fingers lifted and traced over your face, her eyes full of adoration and affection as she looked at you.

“I’ve never lost control like that.” She said quietly, her voice low and full of wonder. You smiled coyly at Rhaenyra and kissed her chin gently, still gazing at her.

Rhaenyra groaned softly as she felt your tender kiss. Her own hand clutched gently onto your shoulder, her nails slightly digging into your skin. "You'll ruin me, sweet girl." Rhaenyra whispered, caressing your hair as she stared at you in bed.

Now was your time to smirk at her face. You grabbed her chin and kissed it, enticing her imagination and internally trying to see if that really wasn’t a dream. You had her. Your wish was conceded. And it was good as the fantasy you indulge yourself in. “Good.” You then said, whispering in her ear and enduring your mischievous face. Rhaenyra giggled and pulled you closer, giving a peck to your lips. “You are mine now.”

And finally, you could admit with happiness. “I am yours.”

[kissedsuns]

I would love to see some Dacryphilia with mean/dom!oscar or lando

nsfw, mdni.

oscar could be so cruel when he fucked you. those big, strong arms of his, the same ones that were always so careful when handling you, were pinning you down as he bullied his fat cock into your pussy with a stupid smirk.

you threw your head back against the plush pillows, already feeling dizzy when he nestled himself further into your sopping mess of a cunt. it was borderline embarrassing how much your head was spinning because of this guy. this guy that fucked you so good you wanted to ball your pretty little eyes out.

despite the slight furrow in his brow, as if he was concerned about pushing you too far, he didn't let up.

"gonna cry f'me, baby?" the words came out as a taunt, something mean, old oscar loved to do.

oscar was usually such a gentleman, his hand always intertwined with yours, smile soft and genuine as you pranced around the paddock together. but now? now he was fucking you like an animal.

when he saw those tears begin to gather in your eyes, something stirred within him, turning the cogs in his brain.

"y'wanna cry, don't you?" he murmured, his voice dripping with false sweetness as he squished your weak body further into the mattress. "'s okay. go on, lemme see it."

the moment those words left his mouth, it was like waterworks.

he knew you weren't crying because it hurt—oscar was well aware that he was hitting all of the right spots, that he was giving you exactly what you needed. the overwhelming pleasure was just too much for your poor body to handle.

his thumb came up to gently swipe at a tear, tracing its path down your flushed skin before cupping your cheek with a firm grip.

"oh my god—osc! 's too much!" you babbled, but oscar only jutted his bottom lip out in a mocking pout. he loved you, truly he did, but there was a thrill he got from seeing you cry. cheeks puffy and wet with your trembling, parted lips. it was his favourite sight.

oscar's cock kissed the perfect spot inside you that had you seeing stars. you tightened your shaky legs around his waist, pulling him incredibly closer. "oscar, i'm—"

"i know, angel, i know," he cooed as he continued to beat up your cervix. "s'all okay, just let go for me. i've got you."

his messy, sweat-dampened hair bounced with every snap of his hips. you whimpered when he angled his hips, his cock abusing that spot in your cunt which only made you sob louder.

"look at you, so fuckin' pretty when you cry." his australian accent was thick with lust. it was hard to believe that this was really oscar piastri with his dick inside you. the same charming, polite oscar piastri who wouldn't dare speak to a girl in such a way.

and yet, there you were, reduced to a sobbing, trembling mess underneath him, completely at his mercy as he fucked you dumb.

© kissedsuns

[planetsage]

NEW PIN ! ꒰ 🧚🏽‍♀️ HEAVEN 𖧧˚⋆ʚɞ ── choso kamo 𝜗𝜚 . . . SAVE ?

“all of our love filling all of our room. your low warm voice curses as you find the string to strike within me that rings out a note heard in heaven.”

contains. nsfw so, minors and ageless blogs do not interact. f!reader. switch!choso but mainly dom!cho, sort of fighting for dominance, “ma’am,” f rec oral, dirty talk, fingering.

“can i try .. being in control? y’know, like how .. like how you are usually?”

choso pants sweet puffs of air betwixt words. they suffuse into the otherwise stilled air, toying with the curve of your ear before kissing at it softly. he’s curled up underneath you, twitching and shaking like a spring leaf at how you press swelled lips against the flush of his neck. “you want to be in control?”

you parrot him almost mockingly, and he nods. moving to push you underneath him so quickly you blink a few times to register what just happened, “yeah, i want to be in control” his eyes lock onto yours, dead-set. his wispy lashes so long they almost push up against the lower scruff of his brows, “want to make you feel good” he’s moving down your body, slowly, never letting his gaze grow weak or falter, “want to make you cum on my tongue” a kiss to your stomach and then another to the pit of your belly button, “want to make a mess out of you so i can drink it all up” oh, he’s going to be the death of you, “want to be used”

he nestles palms between the curve of the back of your knees, pushing them up to your chest. then licks a few fat, wet stripes on your inner thighs, muffling into the warmth of your skin, “can i?”

he pulls a smirk out of you. you’ve never seen him like this before. regaling you with words as is if he’s selling himself, but your head dips into a nod, “yeah, cho. make me feel good” slipping a craved hand into his mussed hair. he perks up almost noticeably, as if he expected you to say no. looking up at you, but then his eyes darkened. the usually clear windows to his very soul, fogging over with pure lust.

he opens his mouth, flashing white enamel before closing over the dyed lace of your panties, tearing through it like some crazed dog making your body quickly sit up, “what are you— that was fucking expens- ohhh fuck“

his lips, wet, suction around the bud of your sensitives clit, sucking so harshly as if it’s his last breath of air, slick spit coating as he pinches his brows together, speaking against your sloshy cunt, “shut up and take it”

“who do you— hahh nngh, think you’re talking to, huh?”

“this prettyy fuckin’ pussy. so loud when it sucks me in jus’ — listen, baby”

he dips two long slender fingers into the warmth of your sticky walls, smiling against your cunt at how it squelches so messily, your head slipping back at the sweet stretch, your body already giving in to him, “feel good baby, hmm? tell me just how good ‘m makin’ you feel. say it”

your ass raises and arches up into a bow at how he’s carelessly talking against your cunt, sending warm vibrations to the pit of your stomach, his sharp teeth occasionally teasing and grazing your clit.

“sh— shut— up and eat me out”

he lets you have it with a muffled, “yes ma’am” too caught up and lost in your addicting taste to keep testing and pushing you— he’s successfully dipped a toe, but doesn’t dare to fully submerge, he knows he’s no match and you’d eat him alive like a starved great white.

your thighs hungrily clamp around his flushed face, “fu— fuck gonna cum. don’t stop. don’t fucking stop” and he wouldn’t dream of it.

his fingers slosh in and out of you, hurriedly begging you to give him more. greedy. both your hands dig into his hair grabbing bushy handfuls, grounding yourself against his warm, flattened tongue, “that’s it, baby, use me. fuck my face”

a wave. a tsunami of pleasure surged deep, deep in your core, spreads warmth through your entire body as you push against the crown of his head, “don’t run fr’me” he’s lapping at your pussy through your high, the world around you blurring leaving you empty, your body spasming against the strength of his heavy arms.

you look so pretty like this, he thinks. your body humming angelically with aftermaths of his tongue, bathed in a glow of pure gold. he now sees why you love being in the position he’s in, but now that he’s seen oxymoron personified, this heavenly yet so sinful side of you, he doesn’t think he can go back.

© planetsage 2024 all rights reserved. no part of this may be reproduced in any form.

[mxstellatayte]

Would a one shot abt Charles and the vibrator panties be a possibility. Asking for a friend😸

it most certainly would, dear nonnie!

hope you enjoy :)

nsfw below the cut <3 minors please do not interact!

warnings: she/her pronouns used for reader, exhibitionism, boring white men yapping on a catastrophic level, dom!charles, sub!reader, vibrator use!, oral (f receiving), charles leclerc eats pussy for his own pleasure argue with the wall, charles leclerc speaking french MMMM, EXHIBITIONISM, carlos makes a cameo

you’ve been walking around the ferrari event all night and you can’t think of any place you want to be less than this blasted gala. it’s a marketing event, so you have to maintain a certain level of composure throughout the evening, but it’s difficult when charles’ eyes meet yours across the hall and his right hand is in his pocket, fingers dancing just over the button to the remote that’s connected to the vibrator nestled in your cunt. the anxiety of him potentially pressing the button all night is almost worse than when he actually does. your fingers tightly grip the cocktail glass in your hand, sipping the drink in an attempt to soothe your nerves. the smooth burn of the expensive whiskey does nothing to calm the boiling feeling in your core, and you nearly jump when you feel his left arm wrap around your waist. 

“good evening, mr. leclerc,” the executive of some social media marketing company says. you haven’t been paying attention to the conversation for the past twenty minutes, the slickness in your core overpowering your will to pay attention to the conversation at hand.

“good evening. i see you’ve been speaking to my partner, haven’t you? i hope you haven’t been boring her too much.” he says it so smoothly, so carelessly, that it makes you want to scream. how dare he have fun when you’re feeling such sexual torture. 

“if i have, she’s been hiding it quite well,” the executive responds. “i was just explaining to her our ideal plan for working with scuderia ferrari in terms of social media marketing. she had some incredible ideas for potential campaigns if our deal goes through.”

“yes, that sounds like her,” and you nearly spill your drink on yourself when the vibrator inside of you turns on, a quiet yelp pulling its way from your throat. “oh, no, love, are you okay?”

“yes, i’m okay, thank you. if you’ll excuse me a moment, gentlemen.” your drink finds its way into charles’ hand and you try your best to walk in a straight line and keep your legs from quivering. charles does his best at putting on a façade of pure ignorance and confusion as he excuses himself from the conversation as well, utilizing the excuse of unusual behavior on your part to easily leave the conversation. 

you barge through the heavy door to the bathroom and barely have the sense to check the smaller stall that contains the toilet before leaning against the cool tile wall and exhaling a heavy breath, cupping a hand over your cunt in an attempt to relieve the pressure building. After taking a few breaths, you jump when the door opens, but you’re glad to see charles’ face when the door opens. you nearly crumble when his hand retreats from his pocket and only increases the pressure of the vibrations, but his strong arms catch you, your hands scrabbling at the expensive fabric of his suit. “charles, please.”

“please what, mon cher?” you pout, moaning when the intensity is increased again.

“please, just fuck me. feels so good, just need you. need you inside of me.”

“there you go, beautiful. i knew you could ask nicely.” charles’s voice is smoother than honey to your ears, and when he helps you back up against the wall and pushes your legs around his shoulders, his knees gently hitting the floor, you feel yourself get impossibly wetter. 

“charles, please. just-” your pleas are silenced when he runs his fingers along your panty-covered slit, a keening breath making you throw your head back. 

“so wet for me, cherie. have you been like this all night?” his eyes flick up to your face and you can't help the whimper that crawls its way out of your throat. 

“yes, all night. now, please, just let me cum.”

“such pretty words. i really should, huh?” with this, he pulls your soaked panties down your legs and slips them off your ankles and stuffs them into his pocket. as gently as he can, he pulls the vibe out of you and cleans it off with one of the soft white towels rolled into cylinders on the countertop next to him. “hold this for me?” he offers you the toy wrapped in the towel, which you accept with shaking hands. as soon as the toy is in your hands, he dives into your heat, his tongue expertly navigating you like the back of his hand. you immediately fight the moan that almost wrenches its way from your throat, but despite your best efforts, a whine escapes. 

“fuck, feels so good, baby, please, don’t stop,” you moan, suddenly not caring about your noise level or the fact that several of ferrari’s sponsors for the upcoming racing season are just outside the bathroom door. despite your lack of mind for your reputation, charles pulls away, making you whine at the loss of contact, but his mouth is quickly replaced by his fingers gently pressing at your entrance, coating them with as much of your slick as he can before pressing them into you. the sudden intrusion makes your back arch and a gasp fill your lungs, but charles quickly tuts at you. 

“gotta stay quiet for me, baby. don’t want everybody out there hearing how good i’m making you feel.” when your walls flutter around him, a movement so miniscule it could be passed off as his imagination, the corners of his lips quirk up into a smirk. “or,” he continues, pressing a delicate kiss to your clit, to which your hand not holding your vibrator to card through his hair and pull, “is that exactly what you want? for every single person outside that door to know who’s making you scream in the bathroom of a black tie event? for them to know that i’m the only person who can make you feel like this? make you sound like this?”

“i’ll stay quiet, baby, now please-” you cut yourself off with another whine because charles has leaned forward again, captured your clit between his lips, and sucks. “oh, fuck, charles. please, please don’t stop. feels so good.” you’re embarrassingly close to cumming from the short time he’s been eating you out and fucking his fingers into you, but you could care less. after being on the edge all night, you whine as you tighten and your back arches off of the wall, your right leg still propped up on charles’ shoulder. “charles, ‘m close. ‘m so close.” your fingers tighten in his hair, the pain on his scalp making him moan into your cunt, and the vibrations from his voice are the last thing you need before you’re sent over the edge, clapping a hand over your own mouth to stop your breathy moans from echoing too loudly off of the tile walls of the bathroom. he continues eating you out through your orgasm, and you almost have to push him off before he’s satisfied. “holy…”

“fuck,” he finishes, making you laugh. when you look down, charles looks absolutely wrecked. his hair is a mess from where your fingers ran through it, his eyes are droopy, pupils wide with lust, and his face from his nose down is covered in a mixture of your cum and his saliva. you almost take out your phone to take a photo of him, but you’re snapped out of your afterglow when someone pounds at the door. 

your stomach drops, and charles blanches. you mouth a silent “fuck” to him, but somehow relief fills your body when you hear a familiar voice on the other side of the door. “oi, cabrón, open the door. it’s time you make even on that bet.”

HEEEEHEHEHEHE this one was so fun to write! let me know if i should do a part two!

[foolsunz]

⎯ sweet nothings…

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ content warnings: dom!haechan, fingering, lots of pet names (baby, angel etc), unprotected sex, back shots, rough sex (?) if u squint i guess idk lol!!, dumbification, nipple/clit play, dirty talk, corruption, degradation (use of slut), innocence + praise (use of good girl). ⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ word count: 1,4K.

you watch as the expression in donghyuck’s eyes turn dangerous, his eyes piercing into your own as one of his hands slips down to where your towel is tied around your chest.

with the slightest touch, your towel is long forgotten, dropping down to the floor.

your gaze slowly follows his in the mirror to your core and soon, you feel a small tap against your ankle, motioning for you to part your legs. the heat floods to your cheeks as you comply.

that teasing, cocky smile of his never leaves his face as he brings his finger down to teasingly swipe against the heat of your opening, stroking it along your entrance and bringing wetness to your clit—rubbing it just the way you love, and you can’t help but gasp.

“a-ah, shit…” you moan breathily as he works his finger around your clit, circling and teasing it. he lines his index finger at your entrance, slightly pushing it in before quickly taking it out.

little whimpers escape you as you switch between looking at his face and fingers. you feel overwhelmed and it’s all getting a little too much for you.

“hm, how’s that feel, pretty girl?” hyuck quips, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror as he stares at your reflection. your only response is a moan.

squirming helplessly, you beg for more as you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter just from his gentle touch. “so good… fuck—keep going.”

“you look so pretty like this, you know that?” he speaks into your slightly damp hair, kissing the side of your ear, “so submissive, so desperate, wet and needy for me...”

you turn your head to the side, being the first one to drop the eye contact as you start to feel shy—slightly embarrassed even, but hyuck isn’t having any of it.

he begins to place soft, open mouthed kisses on your neck and, you feel him smirk against your skin when he feels you shiver.

“what’s the matter? don’t get shy on me now, baby,” he rasps against your skin, the lust emitting off of him like a second aura as he inserts his finger inside you, feeling around your tightly gripped walls.

“and don’t you fucking dare look away, princess. open your eyes and take a good look—i want you to watch yourself be ruined.”

hyuck’s eyes connects with yours in the mirror, his mouth finding the crook of your neck and biting a little too hard in one spot, making you moan.

a low hum rumbles in your throat, both from the pleasure he’s giving you and from the approval of what you feel.

“h-hyuck…”

“yeah baby?” he teases, biting your ear slightly.

he puts a strand of your hair away from your eyes to get a better look at your face. “look how pretty you are, angel,” he breathes raggedly, running a finger through your folds, gathering your slick. “such a perfect little slut, and it’s all just for me, right?”

you can’t help but whine and immediately, you feel his hot breath on your skin as he grazes your earlobe with his teeth—sending shivers down your spine.

“don’t tease me, hyuck. please. i need you.”

“are you ready for me, hm?” he coos, staring into your eyes through your reflection.

you quickly nod, and then you feel his lips, tongue, and teeth dragged in all directions against your neck—kissing, licking, and biting until you’re a moaning mess.

“yeah?” he hums, “you want me to fuck you so full of me until it’s dripping down your thighs?”

you whine at his vulgarity.

“right in front of this mirror so you can watch how fucking pathetically needy you look, hm? ‘s that it?”

hyuck makes sure to leave visible marks on your neck, while his other hand slides up your breast, groping it in process before biting your neck.

“you like that? look at yourself, princess.”

following his instructions again, you bite your lip as you focus on your reflection, almost cumming on the spot when you lock eyes with him.

he’s gazing intensely at you through half-lidded eyes as his fingers rub your wet folds. you can tell he’s getting worked up too, craving your touch just as much.

his hand cup one of your breasts, his thumb flicking across your sensitive nipple and making you moan.

“fuck, i can’t wait to make a mess of you… do you know how beautiful you are? you’re so fucking cute,” he grunts before he grabs your hand and place it on his erection. “see what you do to me?”

“mhm. you mean hot,” you correct, a moan escaping through your already parted lips when his thumb glides across your wet folds.

“no, cute,” donghyuck insists as he dips one of his long fingers into your dripping hole, his lips twisting into a cruel smirk when you cry his name. “especially when i get you all worked up like this.”

“oh my god!” you whimper pathetically when he adds another finger, curling them. he begins to scissor you, pumping those strong fingers of his into you. “hyuck…shit, that feels so good.”

“fuck, baby— your pussy,” he grunts and you grind like a bitch in heat against his knuckles at the pet name and term. “always so tight for me… so fucking perfect.”

you throw your head back. your soft moans and whimpers fuels the dangerous fire that surges through hyuck’s bulging veins. 

“watch,” he orders.

“baby…” you gasp. you need more. his fingertips brush your sweet spot, and you arch your back to thrust your breast into his palm before begging, “…please.”

“do you want me to fuck you? is that what you want?”

“please, please, hyuck, i need you to fuck me, ruin me, anything. please?”

he growls when you rut your hips against his bulge, his glossy eyes darkening. hyuck removes his fingers from you, collecting your arousal, and inserting his fingers in your mouth—putting them so far back you gag.

he’s amused by that.

you suck and lick his fingers clean, moaning at the taste of yourself.

when he takes them out, he bends you forward in front of the mirror, and you stick your ass up, waiting to feel his hard cock slide into you as you place your hands on the mirror for support.

fumbling with his jeans, he unzips it quickly, freeing himself out of his boxers—his cock already leaking with precum.

“you want this? how bad do you want this, baby?” he asks darkly behind you as he strokes himself a couple of times and then spitting on his palm.

donghyuck strokes it around his dick, his spit mixing with his own precum as a lubricant. he aligns his length with your welcoming sloppy hole, a proud smirk on his face when your body twitches at the contact.

“s-so bad, ‘need you inside me.”

and without a warning, he plunges himself into you, causing you to gasp at his size.

you fall into a moaning mess, crying out blissfully by being filled up, each thrust driving you over the edge.

your stomach coils from the pleasure he’s giving you, your mouth hanging open and teary-filled eyes falling shut as he fucks you harder.

hyuck thrusts deeper, focusing on your reflection as he swirls his hips, fucking you faster.

“fuck, this pussy—”

you clench around him. “mhm, ‘s yours.”

“yeah? want me to fill your pretty cunt with my cum?”

“yes yes yes,” you cry out, feeling your orgasm approaching as hyuck pounds into you faster, deeper. “fuck—please, oh my god! hyuck!”

and on a particularly harsh thrust, he borderline growls, “you’re gonna take every inch, every fucking drop like the good girl you are.”

you nod vigorously before letting your head fall back, feeling your pussy clench as a shiver slithers down your spine.

“missed this. you’re so fucking tight,” he moans, “love being so deep inside you.”

his teeth catches his bottom lip, taking a mental image of the way your face contorts in pleasure when he fucks you, “keep looking, baby. ‘want you to see how good i’m making you feel.”

a trail of drool manages to escape the side of your mouth and donghyuck groans seeing this, teeth gritting as he loses hold of his composure.

“i haven’t even made you cum yet, and you already look so fucked out for me,” he chuckles darkly, never slowing his thrusts down. “you want more, pretty?”

“please… more,” you pant.

his tongue wets his lips as he gazes at you—looking at you in awe and relishing in the sight of such perfection.

“i’ll give you more and more until you beg me to stop.”

he holds you by the waist tightly, pounding into you mercilessly while you’re bent in front of the mirror, watching the way your breasts moves with every harsh thrusts he delivers.

“fuck, i’m so close…”

“you’re gonna come for me? yeah? go on, let go for me, baby,” he breathes, biting his bottom lip. “wanna watch you fall apart on my cock… c’mon you can do it, fuck…”

“mhm—ngh! oh my god,” you choke out, eyes rolling back once he hits your sweet spot continuously.

“i’m gonna—”

his free hand begins to rub your swollen clit and you push your hips back to meet his rough thrusts before your orgasm washes over you.

“my good fucking girl,” donghyuck coos. “that’s it.”

he keeps praising you, calling you his good girl, telling you how well you’re taking him and how pretty and beautiful you are as he fucks you through your orgasm, loving the way you moan and babble brainlessly.

you’re going to be the death of him, he knows it.

© foolsunz 2023. all rights reserved.

[hitomisuzuya]

Hi could you do a smut , dom!pussydrunk scara, where reader is wearing fishnets and he just rips them open

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Cunilligus. Degradation. Pussy drunk Scara with a tongue piercing. Dom!Scara

This request😳 also as promised, rest assured, Roma is feeling better. She is curled up next to me asleep as I type this. Probably dreaming about getting in the trash no doubt.

Scaramouche almost couldn't stand how hard his cock was getting. He was practically drooling as he watched you bend down to pick something up that you dropped. That gave him an extra nice view of your legs in those fishnet stockings.

It was starting to drive him almost insane with lust. How dare you wear something like that in front of him? He couldn't get enough of it.

The only warning that Scaramouche gave you that he was going to toss you down onto the bed was a hand on your hip. You suddenly flung backwards, landing with a soft 'omph' on the bed. "Sc-Scara? What was the for?" You protested, you swore your heart stopped in your chest when you saw the dark look of lust pooling in his beautiful eyes.

Followed the sound of your tights ripping between your legs.

"Be quiet," Scaramouche hissed, groaning when he felt how wet you were once he pushed your panties aside. "You put yourself on a silver platter to me wearing these fishnets, now I am going to enjoy my meal," He promptly peeled your panties off and spread your legs, making the hole between your legs bigger.

You looked down at it with a momentary look of horror. "I'll buy you new ones, but I probably tear the shit out of those to," Scaramouche would foot the bill for a new pair every time just so he could devour you like this in them.

Spreading the lips of your cunt, his tongue flicked out to kitten lick your clit. He groaned like you were the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. He spent a few long moments licking up and down your cunt, swirling his tongue around your clit.

You let out a strangled cry of pleasure. The way his tongue piercing scrapped across your clit made it throb. Scaramouche shivered in utter bliss before he plunged his tongue inside of you.

His hands found your hips, holding your cunt against his mouth. He ate you out like a starved mutt and you were his last meal before winter made food almost impossible to find.

Every lick and lap of his tongue made you feel wetter. You feebly bucked your hips up into his mouth, making his tongue feel somehow more greedy than it already did.

Scaramouche took great care to nurse his piercing against the most sensitive parts of you so he could relish in the way your body seized up in pleasure. The way your legs shook and trembled when he pressed it against your clit when he sucked made his eyes roll in the back of his head.

In his blissed out state, he suddenly noticed something. His eyes narrowed into a glare, working his tongue piercing on your clit again. "Why are you holding yourself back?" He demanded, growling as he latched his lips onto your clit.

"Yo-you told me to-ahh-be quiet," You whimpered. Your hands shook. Putting them on his head, you tugged on his hair, pushing his mouth down onto your cunt. His mouth felt so good you could hardly speak.

Scaramouche laughed, rumbling it across your clit. "What an obedient slut. You aren't cumming until you moan for me," His fingers tightened on your hips to remind you of your place.

He hooked his finger through one of the holes in your fishnets, letting smack back against your leg before sweeping his tongue back inside of you.

You couldn't hold yourself back then. The way his tongue piercing was scrapping between your walls was starting to make you see stars. Your walls clamped tight around his tongue. His sucks on your clit were insatiable.

Scaramouche wanted more and more from you. He wanted you to be loud while you came undone on his tongue. It was something he never got sick of. He would eat you out all day and all night until you couldn't cum anymore, or at least you cried that you couldn't.

"Squirt all over my tongue while you scream, whore," His cock was straining harder in his jeans. Your mewls and cries of pleasure as you grasped his hair tighter as you writhed was winding him up. His tongue wasn't going to be the only thing you would beg for.

"Please, please," You pleaded, the pleasure was so intense you were even having a hard time bucking your hips into his mouth.

"Please, please," He mocked, laughing as he swirled his tongue around your clit. "You should hear how pathetic you sound. Scream my name, slut."

"Scaramouche!" You were almost breathless, your orgasm threatening to snap apart.

"What a good slut I have," He purred, tapping his fingers on your hips, teasing his piercing on your clit. "You know what to say next if you want to cum."

"Master!" You screamed, earning you a husky groan of bliss against your cunt. He plunged his tongue back inside of you just in time to taste you squirting on his tongue.

To say this man slurped up your release was an understatement. His tongue was ravenous. You could barely breathe when he crawled on top of you to kiss you just as sloppily as he had eaten you out.

[circusofthelastdays]

foreplay & fingering with halsin

warnings: MDNI, NSFW, virgin reader, afab fem reader, dom halsin, submissive reader, foreplay, fingering, praise kink, edging, multiple orgasms, squirting, cum eating if you squint

"Oh my heart, look at you..." Halsin speaks in a sultry tone, placing a few sloppy kisses on your neck. He pulls your back tightly against his chest as you squirm under the onslaught of pleasure he offers you.

He's been toying with your clit far too long, leaving you oversensitive and soaking through your panties. His fingers move in a precise pattern over the nub, one meant to draw you close to another high, without a care that your thighs are starting to tremble and your cries are getting desperate.

With your head thrown back onto his shoulder, lewd whines and moans escape your lips- you mumble complaints about the intensity of his sensuous touch. "mm 's too much..."

"Shh shh, I must continue. I must prep you, we wouldn't want it to hurt when I give you what you truly want, now would we?" he chides, chuckling at the little noises you make as he slips his hand away and pulls off your panties.

Halsin lets out an audible groan upon seeing you fully bare for him, "so pretty..." he says, dragging a finger through your dripping folds. "I can't believe I'm the only person who has had the pleasure to touch you like this."

He hooks his middle finger into your sopping cunt, moving it at a languorous pace, careful to let you adjust to the sudden intrusion before adding his index finger. He haults the movement of his hand only momentarily when he hears you whimper. He wants you to feel nothing but pleasure from his hands.

"You're doing so well for me, my heart." he praises you, beginning to move his fingers within you again, angling them just right to hit exactly where he must to ensure you the most pleasure. He is precise in the manner that he makes sure to grind his palm against your clit too. He feels you clenching around his fingers already, and he can't help but smirk knowing that he has you close again. It's an easy task, really, you're so sensitive- so responsive to touch because of your inexperience... and not to mention he's been edging you since your last orgasm.

"Just one more, okay?" he assures you, mumbling against your skin as he trails more kisses over the back of your neck and shoulders to push you further into bliss.

He knows you're almost there, he can tell in the way you sound, moans climbing up from the back of your throat that are so beautifully sinful to listen to, the way your thighs tremble and threaten to squeeze around his hand, the way you try to arch your back away from his chest-

He keeps you locked in place with his free hand. He keeps the same pace with his occupied hand, not daring to change a single thing about the way he is touching you because consistency is key. Another groan of arousal leaves him when you come undone from his fingers alone, his pupils practically dilating from the sight of you soaking his lap as you come, your body trembling from the intensity of it all as you tumble over the edge.

"Good girl, shh it's okay, you're okay..." he says, coaxing you through your second orgasm of the night, that appeared to be much stronger than the first. That much is clear from the mess you made and your cries of pleasure that only get increasingly louder. He works you through it with a slow pace, not stilling his fingers once until you have come down from your high, and you're no longer trembling.

Halsin removes his hand from your drenched pussy when your body goes slack against his chest, eagerly licking the arousal from his fingers. Your eyes go wide at the sight, face flushing in embarrassment, "Halsin, stop that... that's so-" you start to say, but he cuts you off.

"What?" he says, "dirty? gross? no. you taste delicious. on another night I shall have to taste you directly from the source, but for now... I cannot hold myself back any longer from fucking that pretty pussy of yours."

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[joequiinn]

As We Combust | Emperor Geta x Priestess!reader

Summary: The Priestess is the only one who can ever tell Geta what to do...

Warnings & Tropes: SMUT, fem reader, both praise AND degradation kink, fingering, oral (fem receiving), sub!Geta, dom!reader, 3rd person pov, historically inaccurate rep of Roman priestesses

A/N: idk I frantically wrote this in an hour like I was possessed. The Priestess is a character I've been working on since the trailer dropped - she's meant to be a reader, though in this instance the 3rd person pov sorta suggests she's an oc maybe she'll become that idk. Something about awful, cruel Geta becoming a pathetic sub for a woman speaks to my soul, so we'll be seeing more of these two in the future~~

W/C: 1,162

!!! MINORS DNI !!!

A blaze so high it lights the night / Long fingernails dug in my skin

Yourself so wet invites me in / Our lust increased feeds desire

As we combust, yeah we on fire / I feel you shake so deep inside

Oh scream my name and squeeze me tight / I'll do anything to make you come

“Look at you, being so good for me.” The Priestess praised in a husky tone, rolling her hips in time with the feverish lapping of Geta’s tongue. She watched through hooded eyes, lips parted with heavy breath, while beneath her the Emperor sat atop his knees, mouth ravenous as he licked at her core. The rumble of his moan vibrated against her sensitive nerves, causing her toes to curl as she threw her head back, “Gods, just like that…”

Her fingers pulled roughly at his hair, nails scratching fiercly against his scalp. Another elicit groan sounded from the Emperor, his own pleasure rapidly mounting as the leg hiked over his shoulder began to quiver. As one hand squeezed the soft flesh of the Priestess’s thigh, his other bounced up and down his cock in jerky, aching motions. He was so close now, the beads of precum wetting his fingers each time he squeezed the bright red head of his cock.

But the Priestess wasn’t there yet, and he knew she’d be displeased should his climax arrive before hers.

Practically whining as he extracted his hand from his pulsing cock, Geta brought that same hand to her slick lips, teasing them momentarily, only to have his hair yanked in disapproval - the Priestess wasn’t one to play nice when teased.

“Behave.” She gasped out, rutting her hips with a stutter against his open, drooling mouth. The command drew more desperate sounds from the pathetic Emperor, who promptly did as he was told and inserted two fingers between her folds, curving them once he was knuckles deep. The sound of intense pleasure that escaped the Priestess was a beckoning siren’s song to his ears, a wanton encouragement to bring her to the cliff’s edge. He dexterously sucked her clit while slowly dragging his fingers in and out, in and out, relishing in the sweet taste and quaking thighs of the Priestess now at his mercy.

“Yes, yes--!” Her pitch increased as she gripped his shoulders, nails so sharp that they broke skin. Her hips rolled with more and more fervor, her chest rising and falling in rapid shudders as Geta’s greedy mouth sucked and licked and nipped at her clit. His fingers slid faster and rougher, practically drenched in the Priestess’s desire as his knuckles slapped against her skin again and again and again. His cock was throbbing, desperate for relief, but he knew better - he knew that the Priestess must come first.

His jaw nearly hurt as he kept lapping her up, but the Emperor dared not disrupt his pace - she was so close, and he needed to watch her come. The Priestess’s leg tightened on his shoulder, her pussy clenching around his fingers, and in his need to make her come absolutely undone, Geta slid one more finger between her drenched folds, causing her toes to curl in eager surprise.

“Fuck--!” Her hands roughly grabbed at his hair, tugging as if her life depended on it. Her voice was a sultry, low moan as she instructed, “Look at me.”

A sound of desperation escaped Geta upon hearing her command; he opened his deep brown eyes and tilted his head back just enough to meet the dangerous, lustful gaze of the Priestess. His tongue swirled her clit, watching hungrily as her lower lip quivered, practically drooling on herself as she rolled her hips against his mouth. Sweat glistened down her neck and chest, highlighting the dip of her collarbone, the curve of her breasts - just the sight of the Priestess alone was nearly enough to ruin him, nearly enough for Geta to spill all over his quaking thighs.

The hooking of his fingers at just the right angle finally sent the Priestess over the edge, her pussy clenching selfishly around him, her eyelids fluttering shut as her head shot back; sounds of utter ecstasy leapt from her dangerous, sultry lips, the seductive call daring to beckon the attention of the entire palace.

Geta’s other hand held tightly to her quivering thigh, realizing with a gasp that he was too close, his coil unwinding to the sound of the Priestess’s gasps. His jaw quaked against her center as he withdrew his soaking fingers, roughly clenching his cock in his hand as if he could somehow control himself. But it was too late for the Emperor, the pressure of his squeezing hand sending him to the brink.

As his warm seed spilled out and drenched his already soaking hand, he withdrew his mouth from the Priestess, a near flustered look in his eyes as he watched the cum drip from his fingers and onto the floor, his moans loud and uneven as his chest heaved deeply.

Still riding out her orgasm, the Priestess clung to Geta for balance, her body shaking and shuddering as she saw stars behind her eyes while coming back down to earth. She finally met the Emperor’s gaze, taking a moment to drink in his dark eyes, his full lips, his flushed face; she realized, then, that he was staring back at her in guilty desire.

The Priestess’s eyes slowly crawled from his face to his leaking cock, staring with both satisfaction and disapproval as she eyed the puddle of cum between his legs. As her tongue traced slowly along her lower lip, her sultry gaze returned to Geta’s face, causing him to practically shiver in anticipation, a breathless gasp leaving his mouth.

“Look at the mess you’ve made,” The Priestess scolded as she caught her breath, lowering her leg from where it had been resting atop his shoulder, “You know better.”

He nodded quickly, his hair sticky with sweat as he watched the Priestess as if hypnotized. She smiled wickedly, relishing in just how pathetic Geta was for her, and her alone. She delicately but firmly pressed two fingers beneath his chin, tilting his head back as she leaned down, the two of them almost nose-to-nose as she assessed him with a dangerous gleam in her eyes. Her teeth were like fangs as she grinned largely and cruelly, looking between his face, his cock, and his mess.

“Clean it up.” Her words were but a hot whisper across his lips, causing the Emperor to shudder as she shoved his face back. She turned to walk from him, her strut slow and sultry as Geta stared at the shiny peach of her ass. She lowered herself into a chair, her stare commanding as ever as she raised a cruel brow, once more looking between him and the puddle of cum he let spill on the floor. She clicked her tongue in reprimand, “Oh, don’t start behaving poorly now. Do as you’re told.”

With a gulp, Geta slowly lowered to the floor, tongue hanging hungrily from between his lips as he dared not break eye contact with the Priestess. Her mouth gaped in intense desire, her eyes a dangerous pair of daggers piercing into his own, “See, you're so, so good for me…”

[brairslair]

your monster trio nsfw headcanons were immaculate (seriously Zoro's was PERFECTION) could you do the same for Law and Ace?

@valkyrie-sun-walker

yes ofc! and thank youuu 💓💓 i got the 2nd req from a wonderful anon after i started writing this, so i decided to combine the two! here ya go mls :)

part 2 to this post

18+ ONLY (minors… 👉🏻🚪)

a/n: just me lusting over these men so ofc they’re all yappers, + i apologize to any usopp enjoyers for making usopp’s section a lil shorter 💌

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“see what you do to me?”

law:

tough guy syndrome TM

puts on a cold front, but will wear flowers in his hair if you pick them for him

the kinda guy who can dish it out but can’t take it

in every sense

he can say the most flirtatious, descriptive, borderline pornographic shit to you with a smirk on his face

but the second you return the same attitude, he gets all flustered and fumbles over his words

he acts all dominant and in control when he’s making your eyes roll into the back of your head, whispering the filthiest shit in your ear

he takes great pride in his affect on you

“feels good, yeah?”

but when you take the reigns, he literally turns into a puddle at your fingertips

- “cat got your tongue?”

“shut up-”

clearly a switch

specifically a bratty sub + mean dom switch

so basically just a little bitch 24/7

when he’s a mean dom tho, he is a fucking mean dom

he’ll edge you until your crying from frustration, and then make you cum over and over until you lose count

“honey, are those tears? it’s just too much for you, isn’t it”

“you wanna be a good little slut for me, don’t you? then hold it.”

“count down from ten, nice and slow, and don’t you dare fucking cum until you get to one”

has a choking kink (giving and receiving)

also really likes to use toys on you, or watch you use them yourself

his favorite tho is your wand vibrator

he’ll hold it against your clit until you’ve cum so many times you’ve lost track, and you’re eyes are watering from overstimulation

or he’ll push it against you while he thrusts into you at a brutal pace, making you feel so much pleasure all at once that you see white behind your eyelids

he’s not a huge fan of pda, unless he’s jealous, and then he’s got you pressed against a wall with his tongue down your throat

if you get needy while he’s busy, he’ll make you ride his thigh

he’ll continue on with his work, acting as if you aren’t even there soaking through his jeans

his gentle hand on your hip, dick already hard against your knee, and a soft “good job, baby” when you cum are the only indicators that he was paying attention at all

get’s rly cocky when he catches u staring at his chest/back/tattoos

even worse when it’s his hands

will 100% use it against you to tease you all the time

will put his hands on your waist/thigh if he catches you looking for too long in public

then later he’ll make you come on his fingers and keep his mouth running the whole time

“bet this is what you were thinking about, huh. staring at my my fingers all day? couldn’t help it, could you?”

“oh, you can take more than that. cmon, one more”

“awh baby, i can feel you squeezin me already. you wanna cum so bad, don’t you sweetheart? not yet.”

he’ll get you right to the edge just to slow down to an agonizing pace and then make you beg him to let you cum

then he’ll have you suck his fingers clean

he’s a menace

but he’s also really good at aftercare, and will tell you how well you did and make you feel so loved and relaxed

now, as a bratty sub…

he is such a pain in the ass

he knows every way to get under your skin and get you exactly where he wants you

when you’re kissing him he’ll fight you for dominance even though he’s clearly losing

makes sassy ass comments whenever you speak just to piss you off

he could literally already be doing something but refuse if you tell him to

- “take off your pants”

“say please”

even when he admits defeat, he’ll continue to run his mouth for as long as possible before his brain turns to mush

if you use your mouth on him, it’s over

he’ll go from being a brat, to gripping the sheets in seconds

once you shut his brain off, he’s a total mess

his hands and mouth sloppy and all over you

when you ride him, he can’t take his eyes off of where your bodies meet, groaning at the wet sounds of your slick with every bounce

when he does look up at you he almost busts as soon as he sees your proud smile and blown out eyes looking down at him

his moans are loud and gravelly, and he’s desperately gripping at your hips, and whining, and cursing, and panting in your ear

the only words he seems to remember are “fuck” and your name

he loves it when your mean

- “you don’t get to touch unless you ask nicely. go on.”

“oh fuck- please”

also low key a sucker for light bondage (both ways)

acts like he doesn’t like when you mark him up because he doesn’t want other people to see, but it’s actually because every time he see’s your work on his skin he wants to pounce on you

and he can’t have that 24/7 now can he (i wish tho tbh)

will bite on your shoulder when you finally let him cum, leaving dainty little tooth shaped bruises behind like a medal

and of course, a few minutes after he comes down from his high, he goes right back to being a little shit

ace:

such a cocky motherfucker

but in a cute endearing way

also allergic to shirts apparently, and he would be lying if he said it wasn’t to show off for you at least a little

but he get’s all proud when he notices you ogling him

he’d say somthing goofy like

“like what you see?”

while wiggling his eyebrows

he is a messy kisser

like super sloppy

he just can’t get over how lucky he is to even be able to have your company, or be able to touch you at all, so getting to kiss you blows his mind a little and makes it short circut

soft dommmm

ace just wants to take care of you

he loves to slowly make you fall apart over and over, being there to be your anchor

but he’s also super talkative

“that’s it, princess. keep making those pretty noises for me, yeah?”

“just like that, keep going. doing such a good job”

“just a little more baby, you can take it”

loves eating you out, and he’s good at it

he likes to hold your hips down with one arm, and use his other hand to stretch you open

goes insane if you pull his hair

will put your legs over his shoulders

both a tits and ass guy

will bury his face in either and be perfectly content if he suffocates

he’s always kissing some part of you, wether its your lips, your neck, your thighs, your wrists, doesn’t matter because his mouth is on you

absolutely loves hearing your sounds, especially if you’re whimpering and whining

hearing you be so needy all for him drives him up the wall

kind of a dumbass sometimes, but can surprisingly lead to amazing sex sometimes

doesn’t realize how everyone ogles him wherever he goes

and he certainly doesn’t realize when other girls are throwing themselves at him

you know he doesn’t intentionally engage, but it’s still hard to not feel jealous watching the interactions

but when he notices you’re jealous… oh boy

he gets SO cocky (like more obnoxious than usual)

“awh, baby, are you jealous?”

“you know i only have eye’s for you”

“want me to prove it?”

and he will

he’d bring your hand to his dick, allowing you to feel how hard he is already

“see what you do to me?”

“this is all yours, baby”

“i’m alllll yours”

and then he’d proceed to fuck you until your legs are shaking, heat burning in your chest from overstimulation

but he makes sure to reassure you that he didn’t even notice the other girls intentions, because the only girl that he cares about is you <3

he’s not the jealous type himself, because he knows there’s no need to be

he trusts you, and he believes you when you tell him how much you love him

however, he does not trust other people

therefore, he is extremely protective of you

he’s honestly into pda

he just loves showing you off any chance he gets

one thing about ace is he will talk you through it

and he’ll hold your hand the whole time too

“yeahhh, there you go, princess”

“mm, there’s my girl”

“go on baby, soak me”

does the tummy push thing

also does the knee thing

goes feral if he sees you in any of his clothes

especially his hat

this is a “save a horse ride a cowboy” relationship

loves to put his weight on you, still being careful not to squish you

he just wants to be as close to you as humanly possible

and he’ll pin your hand’s above your head with one of his, interlacing your fingers

gets super giddy and proud when he fucks you dumb

“look at you, all pretty and fucked out”

“lettin me fuck you dumb, huh? lettin me fuck your brains out?”

“fuck, you can’t even think anymore, can you? feel too good to think, huh pretty girl”

he’s a biter and will sometimes leave marks, but he is not sorry

temperature play perhaps

is a fan of cockwarming

im also an avid believer in gamer bf ace

so he’ll have you just sit on his dick while he’s gaming, feeling you pulse and twitch around him in restraint

every once in a while he’d move his hips just enough to make you gasp, but then back to nothing

if you do move your hips he holds them still, reminding you of your agreement

he’ll make you sit there, almost completely still until you’re pleading and whimpering for him to let you move

“go ahead, pretty girl”

“take what you need”

he will buy you lingerie, and he will lose his mind every time he sees you in something he bought for you

face sitting enthusiast

will say “i love you” during sex at least once

will also probably quote an action movie while balls deep inside of you and completely brush past it like it was nothing

no matter what pace is set, he fucks hard

he’ll lift your legs from around his hips to push them against your chest, because the angle feels so much deeper

he’ll gradually build up speed, just to slow back down when either of you gets too close, to make it last longer

this will go on until you’re begging

“shh, hey, it’s okay baby, i’ve got you”

“just let it build with me, hm? we have all the time in the world”

“promise it’ll feel sooo good”

and when you’ve both evened out your breathing, he smothers you with affection and makes sure to take good care of you

usopp:

he’s a sub, full stop.

tried to dom at first, but it was just not natural to him at all

still will try to act all tough and in control, but he’s in the palm of your hand in seconds every time

more than willing to do anything you ask of him

gets flustered SO easily

will become a total mess from the smallest things

he gets defensive when you tease him, but he secretly really enjoys it

thigh guy

face sitting fan #2

loves kissing you and would do it all day every day if he could

any amount of pleasure you give him will turn him into a babbling mess

he’ll just say anything honestly

“hmm- feels so good”

“pleasepleaseplease-”

“can i kiss you? please let me kiss you-”

little bit of a mommy kink but embarrassed about it

suuuuper reactive

was 100% a virgin before you, so you have to help guide him in the beginning

you also help him discover what he likes and dislikes

he has a massive praise kink

“good boy” has him panting and fisting the sheets

he also really likes your hands

the way you hold his jaw so firmly when you kiss him

or gently squeeze his shaft when you tease him through his boxers

and even how you press your thumb past his lips to stifle his noises as you make him cum in your fist

his moans are whiny and a soft, getting lost in the pleasure

“ohhh- wow”

once his brain is long gone, he honestly doesn’t talk much until he’s getting close

thats when the incoherent stuttering starts back up again

“you’re so- ahh- so good at that”

“don’t stop, don’t stop-”

“i think i’m gonna… i’m cumming”

when he does cum, he’s either whining your name like a broken record, or so fucked out all he can do is pant and gasp and paw at your skin

he’s also a crier when he gets overstimulated

always polite and says thank you <3

asks are open! <3

[emilsendo]

Dom!bottom Kazutora Hanemiya

X

Sub!Top Male Reader

Type: SMUT

Warning: Kazutora and you are over 18 years old and in this AU he is still enemies with Mikey.

Scenario: You and Kazutora have been together for 3 years, you only recently started having sex and you agreed that you would only have it on special occasions and when needed. Mainly because you wanted neither of you to feel needed only for sexual needs in the relationship. (you are both in a romantic relationship for the first time). The day you both were hanging out with his and your friends(Baji, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Draken, Mikey, Nahoya and others), he noticed that Mikey was getting too close to you. He felt obsessive jealousy, so he made you and him quickly leave the meeting and go to his house. You didn't know what was going on until you entered his room...

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Loud sounds of moaning and the sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room. You and Kazutora were in his room while his mother was away from home.

The view of the scene looked something like this: Kazutora laying on his back while he forced you to fuck him over and over again. Any short slowdown in your pace caused you to feel pain from his fingertips on your shoulders or chest. Plus, Kazutora had one hand around your neck, choking you tighter and tighter every time you slowed down.

Kazutora had a slight smile on his face as he looked intently at your face. He seemed happy to be making you feel this way. However, it wasn't enough to satisfy him, so he squeezed your neck and began to speak in a firm voice.

— What is it, big guy, ya can't do it anymore? Don't make me force you to keep fuckin' me... after all... It's your fault for pissing me off.— His voice became deeper, although his smile didn't disappear, which was a little scary. He looked like he was planning something.

— Kazutora! please, I....Ahhh! MHHH! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to....Please, lemme breathe!— you said as you continued panting and moaning, tears welling up in your eyes from the exhaustion and the pleasure and pain you felt in your lower body.

— Shut the fuck up and speed up.— you were harshly interrupted by Kazutora, who choked you gently with his hand. His lips lightly brushed your ear, in this position you couldn't see anything except Kazutora's tiger tattoo on his neck, but you could feel his aura change. He was pissed. You whined from the stimulation and the tone of your boyfriend's voice, and then submissively did what Kazutora asked you to do. Even if you felt at the limits of your strength. Your hip movements became much faster, causing you to shake in pleasure, and Kazutora himself bit his lower lip and closed his eyes as he felt you go deeper inside him. Kazutora's legs wrapped around your waist, making you move closer to his warm and sexy body. His loud moans made you feel motivated to keep moving. After a few seconds, you found his sweet spot, causing him to let out a small scream. His legs tightened around you, and he grabbed your chin and started kissing you passionately. This kiss was quite sloppy, but filled with affection. You felt yourself getting closer to cumming with how tight Kazutora's walls were clenching around you. But you knew that when you would come depends only on Kazutora.

— B-Baby? Can I......— You started begging desperately, but your pleas were interrupted by Kazutora, who immediately opened his eyes and stared into your soul with an angry face.

— Don't you fuckin' dare. Do you think I'll let ya cum at this point? You've already come several times, now it's MY turn. If ya cum without my consent, prepare for pain.—

At that moment you felt like you were going to burst into tears when you heard it. You were so tired that you could barely keep your eyes open. But what could you do? Kazutora has been honest with you from the very beginning, so when he says there will be pain, it will be. He's usually rarely the dominant one in this relationship, but when you piss him off with something, he becomes a completely different person in bed.

You were thrusting inside him for a while, until you finally couldn't take it anymore and you came inside him with a loud moan and tears flowing like a waterfall down your cheeks. Kazutora stopped moaning when he felt your seed spilling out of him. He gritted his teeth and then roughly pinned you to his bed. He pulled your member out of him, just to see how painful it felt. He smiled slyly and then placed the tip of your dick in his mouth, his tongue played with it and then he started bouncing his head. His teeth grazed lightly on your tip, causing you to feel great pain but a sick pleasure at the same time.

— Noo! HAH! AHHhhhHh! Kazutora! Please! I am sorry! Pleasepleaseplease!— You begged like a puppy for a treat while you sobbed. Causing Kazutora to remove you from his mouth, leaving only his lips touching your tip. He smirked before saying.

— Oh, don't cry, darlin'. Y'know I love you, but sometimes ya make me want to strangle you..— he said with a much softer voice, he moved closer to you and started to wipe the tears from your face. Stroking your cheeks and kissing you all over your face.

— But it doesn't change the fact that I also want to cum again.— He said with a fake pout as he looked straight into your eyes.

— Are you able to do this for me?— He whispered into your ear with lovely tone.

[p4p1l0nn]

pretty eyes, soft sins — 산.

pairing: choi san x reader

content warning: 18+ bdsm, dom!san, sub!reader, daddy kink, nipple clamps, blindfold, spanking, begging, orgasm denial, phone sex, mdni.

notes. if this theme isn’t for you, feel free to scroll. as always, reader discretion advised. reblogs and feedback are always appreciated — thanks for your support!

summary. you’ll learn that breaking the rules only makes the consequences more rewarding.

the room was silent except for the ticking of a clock somewhere in the distance. you stood in the middle, heart pounding as you waited. you knew you had broken the rule —one san had made very clear— and now, you are about to face the consequences.

the minutes felt like hours as you stood there, tension coiling tighter with every second. you had already gotten an earful from san when he caught you in the living room earlier, his voice was low but sharp as he laid out exactly how you'd messed up. now, the silence felt even worse than his words, the weight of it pressing down on you as you waited what was coming next.

finally, you heard the door open, and your breath hitched. you didn't need to look up to know it was san. his presence was unmistakable, filling the room with an air of authority that made your pulse quicken.

steadily, you lowered yourself to the floor, sitting with your hands folded in your lap. you didn't dare meet his gaze; when san looked at you like that, with those piercing eyes, it always made you want to run. but there was nowhere to run now, and you knew it. so, you kept your eyes fixed on the floor, waiting for him to speak, or do something.

despite knowing you were in trouble, you couldn't ignore the growing slickness between your legs. the anticipation of what san was going to do scared you, but it also aroused you.

san's footsteps were slow as he approached, each one sending a shiver down your spine. when he finally stopped in front of you, the silence stretched on, heavy and suffocating. you didn't need to look up to feel the intensity of his gaze, and you bit your lip, trying to steady your breathing.

“what am i going to do with you, hm? i warned you on the phone last night, and i made myself very clear - i didn't want you to touch yourself until i got home.”

his words made you flinched slightly, the memory of last night flashing through your mind. it had started out as playful, a bit of fun over the phone while he was away, and you'd gotten carried away-too carried away.

last night, san had called you late, his voice low and teasing. you could hear the smirk in his tone as he guided you through your pleasure, every word making you more desperate for him. he told you exactly what to do, how to touch yourself, and you followed his instructions to the letter, feeling the tension build as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

but then, just when you were about to fall over that edge, he had stopped you. “don't finish,” he ordered, his voice suddenly firm. “not until i'm home.”

you'd agreed, promising to wait, but as the night went on, the desire grew strong. you'd given in, breaking your promise to him, thinking he wouldn't find out. but of course, he had, and now you were facing the consequences.

san's gaze bore into you, making you squirm under his scrutiny. he knew exactly what you were thinking, and his lips curled into a slight smile, though his eyes remained serious.

“you couldn't wait, could you?” he asked, his tone almost mocking. “you just had to disobey me.”

you shook your head, guilt and arousal mixing in your chest. “i'm sorry,” you whispered, but you knew it wouldn't be enough. you had broken the rule, and now you were going to pay for it.

despite the words bubbling up in your throat, the explanations and pleas that desperately wanted to spill out, you held them back. you knew san too well. he thrived on your apologies, savouring the way your regret and submission played right into his hands. every 'sorry' you uttered only seemed to tighten the chains around you, both figuratively and literally, pushing you deeper into his control.

your eyes flicked to the polished leather cuffs lying on the table, the ones he always reserved for moments like this. you knew what was coming; you had seen that look in his eyes before. calm, controlled, and calculating. he wasn't angry — not outwardly, at least. anger would have been easier to handle. but this quiet, methodical preparation for your punishment? it sent a shiver down your spine.

part of you wanted to defend yourself, to explain why you had crossed that line, but the memory of past punishments kept you silent. san had a way of turning your words against you, making you dig your own grave with every attempt to justify your actions. the more you spoke, the more severe the consequences became, the deeper the pleasure-pain balance tilted.

so you sat there, every nerve on your body on edge, knowing that whatever came next would be tailored to your mistake. the leather cuffs, the blindfold, the whip hanging on the wall — everything in the room was a reminder that you were at his mercy. and you were about to be reminded of just how much you had given up to him.

you could feel his eyes on you, waiting for you to crack, to beg. but you knew better. this was his game, and you had agreed to the rules the moment you let him take control. protesting would only make it worse, would only feed the growing intensity in his gaze.

but oh dear goodness, how could anyone be expected to think straight when he looked like that?

you cursed mentally, trying to hold on to some semblance of composure, but it was a losing battle. he looked so fucking hot standing in front of you, it was almost unbearable.

your eyes trailed down from his face, where that maddeningly calm expression still lingered, to the rest of him. he was all in black, the kind of look that made your pulse race in all the wrong —and right— ways. his shirt was fitted, hugging his frame in a way that highlighted every muscle. the top few buttons were undone, just enough to show a glimpse of his collarbone, a tease of the skin underneath. it wasn’t just the clothing itself; it was the way he wore it, the confidence that radiated from him. it was the kind of confidence that made you weak in the knees, the kind that told you he knew exactly how he looked and exactly what effect it had on you.

your gaze dropped lower, to his black pants, tailored to perfection, emphasizing the strength of his legs. and those shoes — polished leather that gleamed under the dim light. the whole ensemble had a professional edge, like he could step into a boardroom and command the attention of everyone there, but with an undeniable, dark allure that was all his own. it was an office look, but the all-black color palette and the way he carried himself made it something much more dangerous, much more seductive.

it was maddening, the way he made you feel even when you were about to be punished.

san was everything you both feared and craved, and sitting there, waiting for him to make his move, all you could think about was how badly you wanted him. how every inch of him called to you, how even now, you were practically drooling over him.

“get over to the bed. sit on the edge,” your boyfriend commanded, his voice low and authoritative.

you didn’t waste a second, scrambling to your feet in a rush to obey. but in your haste, your foot caught on nothing but air, and you stumbled forward, barely catching yourself before you fell flat on your face. if it weren't for the seriousness of the situation, san might have laughed at your clumsiness, that slight stumble over nothing. but he maintained his composure, keeping up the stern facade that had you trembling.

despite your embarrassment, you quickly made it to the bed, perching on the edge as instructed. your heart raced as san moved towards the closet, retrieving a familiar black blindfold. you didn't miss the way his lips curled into a smirk, the amusement flickering in his eyes as he returned. he was enjoying this — enjoying the way he had you completely under his control.

he stood before you, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his body. without a word, he placed the fabric over your eyes, adjusting it just so, slightly tightening it to ensure it wouldn’t slip off. the world around you disappeared into darkness, heightening every other sensation. his breath ghosted over your neck, and you couldn't help the way your body responded, shivering under the warmth of it.

you inhaled deeply, taking in his scent. it was intoxicating, a mix of sandalwood and something darker, muskier, that clung to him. it was the kind of scent that wrapped around you, filled your senses, and left you lightheaded. it was a scent that made you feel both safe and dangerously close to losing control. your breathing hitched, and you could practically feel the need tightening in your chest, making your pulse race even faster.

his scent alone was enough to make you feel needy, to make you want to melt into him and forget everything else. it was heady, almost overwhelming, and combined with the blindfold, it made you hyperaware of every little thing. you could feel his presence hovering over you, could sense the smirk that was still playing on his lips as he watched you struggle to keep it together. the anticipation was almost too much, and you found yourself on edge, teetering between wanting to beg for him to get on with it and knowing that any words from you would only draw this out longer.

“please, baby . . .” you voice out, your words strained as it feels like the air is tightening in your throat. silence greets you, and the tension thickens, wrapping around you like a vice.

goosebumps erupt all over your body as san’s fingers make contact with your skin, dragging painfully slow from your hips upward. each touch feels deliberate, calculated, as he slides your shirt off, followed by your pants and undergarments. the cold air bites at your exposed skin, your nipples hardening almost instantly. you hear a soft tsk from san, his disapproval clear.

before you can process it, his hand comes down lightly on your left breast, a sharp smack that makes you yelp. but then he soothes the sting with a firm massage, his fingers kneading into your flesh before his mouth closes over your nipple. the sudden warmth and pressure make you sigh, your hand instinctively reaching for his hair, craving more of him. but san isn’t having it. he swats your hand away, pulling back just when you start to lose yourself in the sensation.

without warning, he flips you over with a firm, practiced movement, and suddenly, you’re on your knees, bent over the bed. both hands brace the edge of the mattress, your ass hanging in the air, fully exposed for him. it all happens so quickly that your mind barely has time to catch up, leaving you breathless and disoriented.

“that's not my name,” san's voice cut through the haze of your thoughts, low and commanding.

“bab—”you start, but the word dies in your throat as, in a swift motion, san's hand wraps around your neck. he pulls you closer, forcing your body to bend awkwardly, your bare back pressing tightly against his firm chest. the grip on your throat is firm, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you who’s in control.

“say that again,” he growls, his voice a dangerous rumble in your ear, “and i won’t let you cum. do you understand?”

his breath is hot against your skin, the warning clear and unmistakable. you nod as best as you can, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. every nerve in your body is on fire, his dominance making you dizzy with both fear and arousal.

“good,” he murmurs, loosening his grip just enough to let you breathe, but keeping you close, his presence overwhelming. “now, you’re going to behave for me, aren’t you?”

“yes, daddy,” you manage to whisper, your voice barely audible.

“now spread them,” 

you obeyed immediately, spreading your legs wide as instructed. the sound that followed, a sticky, wet noise, was utterly mortifying. it betrayed just how much you were into this, how his cruelty, his control, affected you. you could almost hear the unspoken realization in the silence that followed.

san’s approval was evident in the satisfied hum that escaped him. without warning, his hand came down with a sharp smack to your exposed ass. the sting made you moan, the sound echoing off the walls of your mind. he watched with a predatory gaze as your breasts jiggled under you, the sight alone making his cock twitch.

another smack followed, then another, each one landing with force. the pain and pleasure mixed, sending you spiraling into a state of raw need. your screams filled the room, each smack causing your skin to turn a deep shade of red. the fabric of the blindfold grew damp with your tears, the humiliation and intensity of the moment overwhelming.

a trickle of your own juices began to glide down your thighs, the evidence of your arousal staining your skin. you felt a flush of embarrassment, but it only fueled your boyfriend's satisfaction.

“dirty baby,” he murmured, his voice a dark purr, “look at you, dripping over your punishment. you like it when daddy goes hard, don’t ya?”

he didn’t wait for a response. instead, his fingers slid down to your core, gathering the evidence of your arousal. he brought them up close to his mouth, sucking them clean with a slow motion.

and then, san's fingers plunged into your dripping cunt, the sudden intrusion making you scream out in surprise and pain. the speed with which he pistoned his fingers in and out of you was relentless, almost inhuman. each thrust sent a jolt of sensation through your entire body, leaving you gasping and hissing at the sheer intensity.

the pleasure-pain combination made your arms buckle, your whole body feeling like jelly, on the verge of collapsing onto the bed. but just as you were about to fall, san withdrew his fingers, pulling you back up to a standing position by your hair. his chest pressed against your bare back, slick with sweat from the exertion and heat of the moment. the bulge of his arousal pressed against you, the feeling of his hard length straining against his clothes sending another wave of need through you.

you whimpered, the feeling of his bulge against your back making your breath hitch. san’s voice came low, his tongue tracing the delicate skin at the back of your ear before nibbling gently at your earlobe.

“remind me, sweetheart,” he purred, his breath hot and teasing, “why am i doing this to you?”

the question hung in the air, and you could feel his control, his dominance pressing down on you with every word. you tried to gather your thoughts, but the mix of sensations and the overwhelming presence of his body made it hard to focus. the words tumbled out in a breathless whimper, a confession of your submission and need.

“i . . . i’m being punished for disobeying you, daddy,” you managed to stammer, your voice shaky. “i broke the rules . . . and i need to learn . . . fuck— please daddy just—”

san chuckled softly, the sound dark and filled with amusement, before he released his grip on your hair. he guided you back into a sitting position on the bed, your body still trembling from the intensity of everything that had happened so far. his eyes roamed over you, with satisfaction in his gaze as he took in the sight of your hardened nipples, now more sensitive than ever.

“you must be sensitive,” he muttered to himself, almost as if he were speaking his thoughts aloud. the words were barely audible, a low mumble that you struggled to make out.

“what—agh, fuck!” the sharp pain shot through you as san suddenly pinched both your nipples, his fingers merciless as he tugged on the sensitive buds. the pressure was unbearable, making you writhe in his grasp, your hands instinctively reaching up to try and push his thumbs away. but your attempts only seemed to spur him on, his grip tightening, the pain intensifying as he pinched even harder.

the teasing from earlier had left your nipples overly sensitive, and now the pain was almost too much to bear. “daddy, please stop it, i can’t,” you pleaded, your voice trembling with desperation.

to your surprise, he let go, the sudden release leaving you gasping for air as you tried to steady your breathing. relief washed over you as you focused on taking deep breaths, the sharp pain in your nipples slowly subsiding. but in your haze, you failed to notice the sound of metal clinking softly in the background.

before you could process what was happening, the cold bite of metal clamped down on each of your nipples, the sensation so sudden and foreign that it made you jerk in shock. the sharp edges of the clamps dug into your already sensitive nipples, the cool metal sending a fresh shock of sensation through your body.

san had a new toy, you realized, one he’d never used on you before. this was something different, something he had either kept hidden away or recently acquired. the realization sent a chill down your spine, knowing he had been planning this, waiting for the perfect moment to introduce it into your dynamic.

“wait, what—what the fuck?” you stammered, confusion and fear flooding your senses as you tried to comprehend what he had just done.

san just stood there, watching you — admiring you, if one could say — his eyes raking over your body, savoring every detail of the mess he’d made of you. tears leaked from beneath the blindfold, tracing wet paths down your cheeks. a little drool had begun to gather at the corner of your mouth, your lips reddened and swollen from how hard you’d been biting them, trying to cope with the overwhelming sensations. he loved every bit of it — how undone you were, how completely at his mercy.

unlike san, you were far from enjoying this. the metal clamps tugged painfully at your nipples, the sharp sting keeping you on edge. but even in the midst of the discomfort, you couldn’t deny how unbearably hot this was. the sensation of being completely controlled, the way he could push you to the brink of pain and pleasure, sent a shiver of twisted arousal through you. still, you made a mental note not to pull the clamps off, knowing all too well that such disobedience would only lead to another punishment — one you might not be able to handle.

but the pain surging from your breasts was relentless, tempting you to do just that. every little movement sent a new wave of discomfort through you, making you wonder how much more you could take. your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a chain jingling in front of you, a sound that sent your heart racing.

san tugged the chain, and a sharp, intense sensation shot through your nipples, making you gasp. “shit,” you breathed, the realization hitting you like a ton of bricks. the metal clamps were attached to chains, a detail you hadn’t noticed until now. the tug on the chain made the clamps tighten, the pressure intensifying the pain and sending sparks of sensation straight to your core.

all you could do was whimper, completely at his mercy, the power dynamic leaving you feeling both vulnerable and inexplicably turned on. the helplessness, the way he manipulated your body with such precision and control, left you needy and desperate for more, even as the pain continued to build.

san then pulled the chains upward, the sudden motion causing a fresh surge of pain as the clamps tightened on your nipples. it was a silent invitation, a clear command for you to follow him wherever he was taking you. you moved with him, your body trembling with each step, the chains pulling at you in a way that made your heart race. thankfully, it wasn’t far. he led you to a sofa and sat down, the chains now tugging downward, pulling you with them.

you understood his silent command immediately. the pull of the chains was a demand for you to kneel before him, to get on your knees and beg, plead, do whatever it took to appease him. so you did, dropping to the floor as you had before, the cold surface grounding you even as your body burned with need.

“take it off, sannie, please,” you begged, your voice desperate and trembling. “i’ll be good, i promise—just please take this off.” the pain was unbearable, the pressure on your nipples making it hard to think about anything else. you just wanted relief, to feel his mercy.

but instead of the release you craved, san only tugged the chains again, the sharp pull making you cry out. he laughed softly, the sound filled with dark amusement, as he reached down to unzip his pants. the slow, deliberate motion made your breath catch, anticipation mixing with the overwhelming discomfort.

“no, baby,” he murmured, his voice low and firm. “not until you’ve proven to me just how sorry you are.”

san freed his aching cock from the confines of his pants, his erection springing out, hard and demanding. with one hand still gripping the chain that connected to the clamps on your nipples, he used his other hand to guide the back of your head, pulling you closer to where he needed your mouth.

your hand instinctively found the base of his cock, your fingers curling around the thick shaft. your lips brushed against his tip, feeling the slickness of precum already leaking from him. it was familiar, yet each time you did this, the sheer size and thickness of him still took you by surprise. his cock was heavy in your hand, veins bulging along the length, and the thought of what more he might have in store for you sent a thrill of anticipation through your body.

without hesitation, you opened your mouth and took him in, your lips stretching around his girth. you slowly sank deeper, inch by inch, feeling him fill your mouth. the warmth, the weight of him on your tongue, it was all so addictive, so overwhelming. your boyfriend had always had this effect on you, and now was no different. as you took more of him, your throat tightened around the head of his cock, the pressure making him groan in pleasure.

“ahh, that’s it, angel, keep going,” he encouraged, his voice husky with needy. you knew it had been a week since he last came, and he had been holding himself back for this moment. the thought made you want to give him everything, to be the one who finally brought him over the edge.

you ran your tongue under the head of his cock, the sensitive spot that always drove him crazy. the reaction was immediate — a deep, guttural grunt escaped him as he tightened his grip on your head, holding you still as he bucked his hips into your mouth. “yeah, just like that, baby,” he groaned. “take my cock like the good girl you are. suck it, take it all in.”

you felt his tip hit the back of your throat, and he swore under his breath, a strangled “f-fuck!” slipping out as he barely held himself back from cumming right then and there. when he managed to calm himself a little, he pulled his hips back only to thrust them forward again, this time more determined, more desperate. he used your warm mouth without mercy, grunting louder as he relentlessly fucked your throat, each thrust making your eyes sting with fresh tears. you tried your best to keep up, to breathe around him, but the intensity of it all made you choke slightly.

san noticed, and with a sharp tug, he pulled the blindfold off, wanting to see your tear-filled eyes. the sight of you, your lips stretched around his cock, tears spilling down your cheeks, was all it took to push him over the edge. his thrusts became erratic, harsher, as he finally let himself go, shooting his hot load into your mouth with a loud, guttural moan.

but he wasn’t done. some of his cum spilled out, spurting onto your face, your lips, and down to your chin as your tongue darted out to catch whatever you could.

san leaned back against the sofa, taking a deep breath in as he soaked in the aftermath of his release. his eyes lingered on you for a moment longer before he reached out to unclip the metal clamps from your sore, sensitive nipples, offering a brief moment of relief. but that reprieve was short-lived as he stood up, walking over to the bedside drawer and retrieving something that made your heart skip a beat — a length of rope and a gag.

“what’s that for? y-you’re not finished yet?” you asked, your voice laced with exhaustion. you had thought that after everything, he’d give you a break, but the way he smiled at you told you otherwise.

“oh no, baby,” he responded, his smirk widening. “i call that foreplay. this time’s the real one.”

he placed the items on the bed, his eyes gleaming with mischief and dark promise. the mere sight of them sent a thrill through your body, making you clench around nothing, a fresh wave of arousal spilling between your thighs.

as san picked up the rope, his fingers deftly tying a knot, he glanced at you, his voice low and teasing. “you didn’t think i’d let you off that easy, did you? i’ve barely gotten started.”

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[keeksandgigz]

i’m sick and sleepy but

Thinking about older!Eddie with a partner who actually is really into impact play and asks him to spank her even if she doesn’t really need to be disciplined. she just likes it. This is heavy on those dom/sub themes so if u don’t like it don’t read!!

As usual this is 18+ minors I have a stick I can beat you with

He’s taken your clothes off and you’re reaching for his belt to remove it, aching for the feeling of the leather on your skin.

“What is it, baby?” he asks, feigned curiosity as he aids you in unbuckling his pants.

A deep blush tinges your cheeks, it never gets easy for you to ask him to spank you outside of a punishment just because you'll get off on it. So instead, you just turn around and present your ass to him.

He knows exactly what you want, but he finds it cute, the way you can't word it. The feeling of needing to feel the leather crack on your skin, the pale red welts to look at before you get in the shower.

"Uh- huh bunny, gotta tell me what you need. If you show your pretty ass to me like that it might make me think you want me to stick my cock in it" he says, smooth honey wine dripping from his tongue as he folds his belt into two, the leather running against the length of your back.

A moan slips out of you, the feeling of the belt on your sensitive shoulders, combined with the filthy words trickling out of Eddie's mouth. Sweet and syrupy, but with an edge that tells you to not dare step out of line with him.

"Is that it, bunny? Want me to fuck your ass?" he taunts you, an annoyed whine coming from your mouth.

"The belt, please" you mutter, arching your back further into him, needing him to start spanking you, needing the sweet release of stinging skin.

“I don’t like it when you don’t speak up, baby.” His voice is stern, hands going over the swell of your ass and kneading the flesh there as you arch into him “Need ya to be a little louder, c’mon” he delivers a smack right to the side of your thigh, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Belt, please” you say a little louder, while he’s still caressing and touching the skin of your back and ass.

“You wanna get tied up, bunny? Or maybe do a pretty collar with my belt?” you shake your head no, turning around to look at him.

He’s gonna coax it out of you, no matter how red you get in the face. The embarrassment only turns him on further.

“What is it, then? You know my rules, baby, you gotta talk or you’re not getting shit” he says, smiling like a devil, getting to corrupt you, making you say all the filthy shit that courses through your mind. Just for the pleasure of seeing you squirm and turn red as you say them.

“Spank me with the belt” you say through gritted teeth, as his hand ventures in between your legs, two fingers entering you, you moan at the stretch.

“Ohhhh, my little pain slut wants to get smacked with my belt” he says, like he hasn’t known it all along. “Where’s your manners, bunny? You wanna be a bad girl on purpose so I spank you harder?” he pulls on your hair, every follicle burning and stinging as you grind yourself over his fingers, little mmmms and uhf’s filling the room.

“Please-mmmm, fuck” you brace yourself for the spanking, one that never comes. A dry chuckle coming from behind you.

“I need you to say the whole thing, baby” he taunts. It’s degrading how he wants you to speak up, he wants to make you stutter so you say it all over again.

His hand picks up the pace as he fingers you, curling into your g spot, feeling your brain waver and falter between utter pleasure and reason.

The only sounds that come out of your mouth are moans, as a maniacal laugh escapes Eddie.

“C’mon, sweetheart, it’s not that hard, is it? Just say ‘Please Sir spank me with the belt’ and i’ll give you whatever you want” his fingers curl into you, making you see white spots.

“Please- fuck- Sir” is all you can muster with the delicious feel of his fingers pounding inside of you as his thumb reaches out to rub at your clit. You squeal, trying to get away from the overstimulation of both your brain and your body.

“That’s it, baby. ‘Please sir,’ what?” he asks, a taunting kiss to your cheek as his scruff tickles your face.

“Please Sir -Oh God- spank me with the belt” you’re able to get it all out, and you’re already feeling like you’re teetering on the edge of an orgasm, his thick fingers relentlessly working between your legs.

“Good girl” he says, pleased “that wasn’t so hard, right?” the tinkling of the belt buckle alerts you.

And before you know it, the belt lands on your ass with a sharp thwap. You jerk forward as he alternates between spanking you and pumping his fingers inside you.

The stinging of the belt only drives you closer as you try to drag it out as much as you can, moving away from him.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going, bunny? Huh?” Thwap thwap thwap

He delivers three smacks of his belt, the leather sharp and stinging against the welted skin. His fingers curling deep, making his voice seem so, so far.

“Oh God, oh fuck” is all you can get out, coil in your tummy getting tighter as you grind against his fingers.

“God’s not here sugar, you asked for this” he says, delivering one last spank as he feels you clench around his fingers “You gonna cum? My little pain slut is cumming from getting smacked?” he taunts, fingers going in and out faster as you mewl and babble nonsense, letting the coil snap.

A loud moan fills the room as he talks you through your orgasm. “That’s it, sugar, look at you. I know, I know, you did so well” he whispers, head and chest resting on your back, leaving a sweaty kiss to your cheek, as he takes his fingers out and you collapse on your side, shaky and whimpering.

He lays down beside you, as you stare into nothing, still reeling from the aftershocks.

“Whatcha doing, sugar?” he asks, hand resting on the curve of your waist.

“‘m seein’ white spots” you mumble, not yet completely there with your brain.

“Turn around baby, you can see white spots on the face of the man who loves you” he says, giving you a kiss behind your ear.

So you turn around, head resting on his chest as he rubs your sore ass, before picking you up and putting you in the bath.

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[peanutbubba]

could we get nsfw/kink headcanons (preferably only headcanons) for nami and robin with a dom!male s/o? please and thank you!!!

Nami & Robin x Reader

Male reader, Dom!Top Reader, nsfw/kink headcanons

Cat Burgler Nami

She definitely likes wearing lingerie, usually the dressy ones.

If you get lucky however, or if it’s a special occasion then she wears super revealing ones, her tits and ass hanging out.

Really big pillow princess too, be prepared to do all the work because she does not want too!

She likes being treated good, but at the same time she wants you too as well! So don’t you dare only pleasure her, she’ll yell your ear off about you being selfish.

Also really into praise, just don’t go too crazy with it, she’ll just stare at you like you’re crazy if you do.

Tell her how pretty she is, and how good she feels, that gets her hiding her face in attempts to stop you for seeing her blush.

The way she clench’s around your dick is enough to tell that she likes it anyways however.

She does not like getting marked up! She’s super proud of her body, knows that she’s sexy, and she’s not about to having you biting or sucking on her skin like some vampire!

No promises for you though!

She’ll probably scratch all over your back and chest while you make her feel good, so I hope you wear closed shirts!

She’s also secretly proud of them if you decide to show them off, equally embarrassed however.

The crew does NOT need to know she did that!

If you’re in a village however then yes show it off. Those women flirting with you need to know you’re taken.

Because of that exact reason she has a jealousy streak.

Enjoys when you play with her boobs, fondle them, suck them, play with them. It gets her squirming and whining, telling you to stop teasing.

Teasing is something she also likes to indulge in, not a lot however, she gets annoyed of it quickly.

Likes when you go down on her, eat her out nice and good, tease her clit with two of your fingers.

Force her thighs open when she tries to close them, make her legs shake with just your mouth alone.

No kisses after though, that’s just gross.

Body worship can also get her going, especially on her tattoo. It’s all scarred and rough from when she tried stabbing it off, so appreciate it, rub your fingers on it gently.

Kiss it softly, it doesn’t look like it’s doing anything but she relaxes a lot more, letting herself go under your touch.

Quickies are a major NO.

If you’re going to have sex with her you’re going to love on her properly.

On a bed, away from the crew, and for as long as you two can stand.

It’s always a while before you guys can get intimate, but the wait is always so worth it. After waiting for so long it gets both of you writhing, so sensitive after not being touched for so long.

She’s kind of loud, don’t expect her to be screaming but occasionally you have to cover her mouth.

Temperature play.

Either really cold fingers or really hot ones, she wants to feel the difference in temperature between you.

Can be kind of bratty and demanding.

All in all, not too crazy in the bedroom, very much a simple girl.

Nico Robin

Robin on the other hand is probably a freak! (In a neutral way)

Probably has something for role playing, I mean like c’mon, she get to dress in all sorts of different costumes!

Also like lingerie, you can occasionally find her wearing a nice lavender one, it’s decorated in a flower pattern.

Not very loud, quiet gasps and moans. She’s very much collected, but don’t think that means you aren’t making her feel good.

Has definitely said something creepy or some random fact while y’all are doing the deed once.

Has a small collection of toys, very well hidden and locked away.

Will bring them out whenever you guys are stopped at a village.

She likes to tease you with her devil fruit powers too.

She’ll sprout limbs from your body and gently scratch her nails to make you shiver, or she’ll make an arm in your pants and give you a handjob.

Speaking of which, she very much likes doing.

She enjoys the way you look in pleasure, it’s definitely a win for her when she does that.

Dirty talk is also pretty interesting with her.

Talk dirty to her and she’s giggling and going, “Oh my!”

She does the same to you, but if she goes on for long enough the creepy and weird facts start coming out.

I feel like she’s one of those women where she’ll try anything once, so long as it’s not too over the top.

She’s both serious and not while in the bedroom.

Of course everything is safe, and you guys are always checking in with each other, but occasionally she’ll do something silly.

Like she’ll pinch you and then softly laugh after, smiling while she watches the way you jolt or grumble about how that one hurt.

Likes wearing your clothes/has a scent thing.

I feel that if you have good hygiene, or if you have a perfume or cologne that you use a lot, then she likes to wear your clothes to smell you.

I wouldn’t say it’s a kink of hers, but if she’s already in the mood then she’s using your clothes to help her further.

Sometimes she reads things in books that she finds or buys from villages, even if romance books aren’t her thing she probably reads them every once in a while.

If there’s sex in it and the characters do something that interests her then she’ll probably suggest to try it as well.

Has suggested bath sex, and enjoyed it.

The warmth of the water and also you is super nice, she doesn’t like the aftermath however when the water is all cold.

Very understanding when it coming to you not wanting to do something, or boundaries.

I honestly believe that she’s the type of woman to enjoy the after care more than than actually sex.

Or the foreplay.

It’s something about you trying to get her in the mood, or riled up that has her excited.

And with aftercare she just likes how you dote on her, it makes her feel really special.

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Y’all, I’m going on a two week vacation so posts might be even slower, I swear I won’t leaving you guys hanging though 😭.

Hope you enjoyed, Pea’s out!

[thenickgirl]

Dom!Nick HeadCanons

nick x male!reader

requested by @nicksmainbitch ✩

disclaimer: this is all fictional and based off of my own conclusions.

warnings: not proofread. nsfw. mentions of choking, slapping, spitting, overstimulation, and degradation.

NSFW

♔ he doesn’t take on the dominant role a lot, but when does, he goes all in

♔ as a dom, he enjoys mixing pleasure and pain, the line becomes very blurred when it comes to sex with him

♔ he establishes a safe word with you right away, probably something like ‘pineapple’ (idk he loves pineapple okay lmao)

♔ he’s extremely cocky (figuratively and literally)

♔ his dirty talk is on a whole other level and it’s laced with degrading words

♔ his favorite positions are doggy and missionary

♔ he has so many little kinks that turn him on when doms

♔ he’s such a tease, slowing his pace until you’re pathetically whining for him. he loves to hear you begging him for what you want.

“n-nick i-…please”

“aww is someone too fucked out to speak? good boys ask for what they want”

♔ he loves to choke you, and you love it as well, sometimes asking for it if he doesn’t do it himself

“you just love having my hand around your throat, don’t you? getting choked out like the little slut you are”

♔ he loves to pull your hair as much as he loves having his pulled

♔ when he’s sucking you off, he loves the way you tug at his strands when your cock hits the back of his throat, making him groan.

♔ when he’s fucking you from behind he loves the way your back arches for him. he’ll pull on your hair making that arch even more perfect, slapping your ass loving the way the sound echoes around the room. if there’s mirror he’ll fuck you in front of it, hooking his strong tatted arm round your neck, pulling you to his chest, whispering in your ear saying how you good you feel around him and making you watch how he fucks you numb, daring you to look away.

♔ he’s obviously more rough when he doms, thrusting into you hard and deep, and don’t even think about pushing him away or holding him back. he’ll slap your hand away, and go even harder.

“you can take it, i know you can. be a good boy for me”

♔ if it ever becomes too much though, and you have to use the safe word, he’ll stop immediately. assuring that you’re okay and that he didn’t hurt you. he’ll praise you while cleaning you up if you need it, and cuddle up next to you, giving you soft and sweet kisses.

♔ when you ride him, don’t get it twisted, he’s still very much in charge. he’s guiding your hips back and forth, slapping you or your thighs if you dare slow down. he’s holding your hips tightly in place as he fucks into you relentlessly. he’s stroking your hard cock at a steady pace, dragging his thumb across the tip, watching you unravel above him but making you ask for permission to cum for him.

“you’re shaking, baby, are you about to cum for me?”

“y-yes nick please”

“ask or i’ll stop”

“can i cum, p-please? i’m so c-close”

“good boy, make a mess for me”

♔ he loves kissing you, rough and passionate, biting on your bottom lip as he pulls away. he loves to suck and nip at your skin, leaving marks all over you.

♔ when in missionary he likes to have your legs over his shoulder giving him access to the deepest part of you, making you look him in the eyes. when he’s not pinning your hands down above your head, he’ll wrap a hand around your throat, squeezing lightly and may even spit in your mouth.

“what a dirty little slut you are, letting me spit in your mouth. are you really that much of a whore for my cock?”

♔ he is very big on praise, mainly praises for him. he gets off on hearing how good he’s making you feel, wanting to hear every little gasp, moan, and whimper.

“nngh fuck nick, you feel so good”

“so big baby, can feel you so deep mm”

“OHH FUCK NICK! mmm right there”

“mm that’s it, baby, let everyone know how good this dick is”

♔ overstimulation is his favorite thing, he loves taking you over the edge. pulling orgasms from you one after another, making you shake with pleasure, not stopping when you say you can’t take anymore.

“i know you can give me one more. look at you, so pretty and desperate to cum for me again, let me have it, baby”

♔ if you have toys, he’ll use them on you while he fucks. placing the vibrator right on your leaking tip, as he’s hitting that sweet spot inside of you over and over. letting you come so close to cumming before stopping and turning it off, smirking at the way you whine.

“mm so close. don’t worry, i’m not done with you just yet, pretty”

♔ it’s undeniable that he’s freaky, and is willing to try and give in to any fantasies you have.

♔ your pleasure is most important to him, even as a dom, loving your feedback after the night ends.

AFTERCARE

♔ he’ll carry you to the bathroom and set you on the sink while he runs a warm bath for you two

♔ while you’re waiting he’ll kiss the marks he made on you, asking if you’re hurt anywhere. you’ll reassure him that you weren’t and that he made you feel so good and you loved every second of it.

♔ he’ll get you both into the bath and clean you up while offering praises

“i’m so proud of you”

“you were so good for me, baby”

“you’re so perfect, i love you”

♔ after the bath he’ll carry you back to the bed, laying by your side as you cuddle around him with your head on his chest, he’ll pull the covers over you both, holding you close and whispering sweet nothings until you fall asleep.

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