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chapter 3: the exposition. / coriolanus snow / nsfw

rating: explicit

wc: 8,346

warnings: MDNI, rough sex, he's still insane and possessive, oral sex, not beta read AO3 version | Series Master

As the two of you left the party, sat in the back of his car, you could cut the tension with a knife. Both of you are so high-strung with desire that a simple touch would make you snap.

“Miss Gaul, will I be taking you home?” the driver was unaware of what was happening between you.

Coriolanus decided for you. “No worries, she’ll be staying with us at the Corso.”

A thrill ran through you. The thought of spending the night with him, acting on these feelings, finding release with him, made your skin tingle. And as the car pulled up near the Snow apartment, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation. The night was still so young.

He led you up to the top floor without an inappropriate touch. Afraid that once he started, he wouldn’t be able to stop, and he’d take you in the elevator. You really should commend his restraint.

Once you were inside the foyer, he caught you looking around nervously, like you were afraid of being caught. Like someone would pop out and surprise you both as he led you to his bedroom’s attached sitting room.

You were so cute. “No one’s in tonight.” He closed the door. “It’s just us now.”

You were trapped in there now with him. You could try to run, but he’d always catch you.

The space between you dissolved, replaced by a mess of sensations; the scent of your perfume fills his senses, the rise and fall of your chest against him, the warmth of your body against his. He understood Morphling addiction now. The high of touching you was addicting.

Restraint lost, he grabbed your waist and kissed you. You opened your mouth almost immediately, letting him in. Before the morning broke, he would know every curve, every contour, every inch of you. And you would know the same of him.

He went back to attacking your neck with nips and kisses. You were so sensitive there, moaning and gasping. He needed more. Needed to watch you come undone. He had wanted to take it slow, build you up and tease you, but he needed you now.

Coriolanus grabbed your ass and picked you up, wrapping your legs around him instinctively, and he carried you into his room. It was clean and organised just like his office. A mix of old money and newer trends. It was all very him. Down to the white duvet he put you on in the centre of his king size bed.

You looked so perfect there. Finally, within his reach and willing to let him touch you. Your dress had slipped too, your left breast out for display, nipples pert with arousal.

He fiddled with the front clasp of your dress that connected the two parts, undoing it and letting it fall open, fully exposing you to him. You were so perfect it drove him insane. He watched you like a hawk as you shimmied the dress off, revealing that you had no underwear on underneath. The groan that escaped him was pained. It just wasn’t fair what you did to him.

Your smile beamed, mischief in your eyes. “Aren’t you going to join me?”

Coriolanus Snow had never gotten undressed so quickly in his life before. He climbed onto the bed and settled his hips against yours. Your mouth was so inviting to him, always welcoming him in. His position above you seemed so small, like he could pick you up and use you like a toy.

He leaned back, settling onto his knees. Fuck, you were everything he imagine you to be. He shifted, taking one breast in his mouth. His tongue swirled around it before biting it. Your moan only egged him on, making him pinch and pull at your other nipple.

You squeaked when he bit down hard; the sound going straight to his cock. The noises you made were better than any music he had ever heard before. You wiggled from his actions, jolting around from the pleasure, and he could feel your pussy against him. Soo wet already. You wanted him as badly as he wanted you. To tear each other apart.

He detached from your breast with a wet pop, giving a kiss to the abused nub, before trailing them down your stomach. His tongue dipped into your navel briefly, tasting the salt on your skin. When he finally reached the top of your pussy, he breathed in deeply. If he could bottle the scent, he would.

“You don’t have to.” Were you embarrassed? Afraid that he finds you disgusting?

“I want to.”

With that, he buried his face in you, licking from your hole to your clit. He watched your every reaction, felt your every twitch. He had always been above eating a woman out, finding it pointless. Sex was a means for him to get off. He didn’t care about his partners. But he wanted you to cum on his face and make a mess.

As he circled your clit, your hands flew into his hair, grinding your face against his tongue. He pressed his tongue hard and flat against you. The friction builds you up to an orgasm. He keeps going, increasing with a fervor, the need to make you cum the only thing he could think of, his hips rutting against his bed.

Your fingers tighter in his hair, pulling as you came. Broken moans of his name filling the room. He needed you to cum again. He needed it more than you need water in the desert. The only thing that could quench his thirst is the liquids leaking out of your tight hole.

Coriolanus kept lapping at your clit, ignoring your overstimulation. He didn’t give you a break, a moment to catch your breath. One hand tugged at your waist, pulling your core closer to him while the other circled your hole, teasing the entrance. You sobbed, mixed between telling him to stop and begging him to keep going. Truth be told, he couldn’t stop.

He slipped two fingers inside you. You were so wet, a mix of your cum and his spit, that he slid in so easily. It was so hot inside you. Moving his fingers around to experiment, trying to find your g-spot. He could tell the exact moment he brushed it, feeling your pussy flutter around him. He couldn’t wait to feel that on his cock.

Slowly he began pressing against it, passing over it every time his fingers thrust into you. Your thigh clamped down around his head. Even muffled, he could hear you singing so sweetly for him. Telling him you were so close.

When you came again, he gave you a moment to breathe. He wanted tonight to go on for a while. He couldn’t have you out of commission so early in the night. Your chest heaved, breathless from two back-to-back orgasms, sweat trailing between your breasts.

He licked it up.

Your voice broke as you spoke. “I, oh god Corio.” your eyes were wild and unguarded. He could see the admiration you had for him. The desire. “I need you.”

You were normally so steady and composed.

But the burning hunger that consumed him consumed you, too. The thoughts that had plagued him and made him sick, twisted in his belly, and kept him up at night. The voices of reason in his head lost to the overwhelming desire to have you.

He reached out, fingers tracing the contours of your face, and then parting your lips. His thumb brushed over your teeth, digging in against the tip of your canines. You closed your lips around his thumb. He felt your tongue run over it before you sucked on it.

Fuck you looked so good with it your mouth. He could picture his cock in your mouth, your lips stretched around him. The sensation of hitting the back of your throat was almost palpable. Later, tonight or tomorrow, he’d have you do just that.

“Sweet girl,” he crooned, kissing your face while putting a hand against your pussy again. “You’re so needy. So filthy.”

You gasped as he slipped back inside you, scissoring you, stretching you open. His thumb toying with your clit as he spoke.

“So fucking filthy, making a mess on me. God, you don’t even know what you’ve done to me. My head is a mess because of you, always thinking about you and your pretty pussy. It made me hate you. How am I supposed to be your friend when I just want to bend you over and fuck you until you can’t walk?”

He felt you tighten against his fingers.

“I want to kill every man that looks at you. They’re always thinking of you naked and how they’d like you just like this. But they don’t get to see that. No one gets to see this but me. Do you understand?”

You were so close, stars swimming in your vision. The edge was right there when Coriolanus stopped.

“I said, do you understand? Answer the question, sweet girl.”

The words flew out of your mouth. “I understand. Please, just don’t stop. I’m so close.”

He started back up again. This time he drilled his fingers against your g-spot, a pressuring building up in your abdomen. You were going to cum, and cum hard.

“Corio,” your broken moans making him go faster. “I’m gonna cum.”

“So cum for me.”

Everything in you snapped into place when you came, vision going black. A stream of liquid pouring out of you and onto him, splashing across his front. He had made you squirt. He had wanted to ruin you for other men, but he just ruined other women for himself. If you ever tried to run, tried to leave him, he would lock you up. He’d chain you to the post of the bed, break one of your legs, make you immobile. But you’d keep so well, always wearing the best clothing and eating the best food. It was making him crazy.

He grabbed your hair tightly, yanking your neck back for him to dig his teeth into you. He needed to hold you close, and to tear you fucking apart.

When he let go of your neck, bite marks that clearly defined his every tooth left. Marking you, displaying his ownership of you, he was drunk off it. The intensity of everything heightened. He was going to combust if he wasn’t inside you soon.

Grabbing his dick, he tapped the tip against your clit repeatedly, relishing in the way you whimpered and spasmed. He wanted to carve your pussy into a perfect mould of his cock. Alter you so permanently that he would always be a part of you.

He pushed the tip into you. You were so hot and wet, more than you had been earlier. It felt like you were melting around him. Your insides felt like the softest velvet against him. None of the finest fabrics could ever compare to it.

Your pussy fluttered around him as he pushed in down to the base. You were perfect, sucking him in.

Both of you watched the first few thrusts of his hips, mesmerised by him disappearing inside of you. You had had sex before; you were 24 and one of the most sought after bachelorettes in the Captiol, but you had never had anything like this. It felt like your body was intertwining with Coriolanus. Like he was replacing a part of yourself with him, letting you drink from his fountain.

Settling into a steady rhythm, Coriolanus shifts you both, putting your legs over his shoulders. The new angle had him brushing up against your cervix, a mix of pain and pleasure. When he leaned forward, folding you in half, your breath left your lungs. He was so deep inside you.

He moaned, continuing to thrust into you. “Such a perfect pussy. So good for me. So much better than I even imagined.”

“You’ve been thinking about me, Corio?”

You were so beautiful. Lashes wet with tears, hair sticking to your forehead from the sweat. Your big doe eyes peering up at him, looking at him with so much affection.

His thrusts slowed, becoming gentle taps rather than hard strikes.

“Yes,” he admitted, biting the inside of your thigh near his face. “I’ve been thinking about you constantly.

His words were heavy, something swimming beneath the surface, something intense. You looked down at his hands on your waist, thumbs caressing you. He had been flipping between extremes tonight. One moment he was a cannibal, ready to taste your flesh, and then the next he treated you like you were precious to him. Almost like he loved you.

“I’ve been thinking about you too,” the sacrament of penance you took, and he your witness. “I’ve been thinking about you like this. What’d it’d be like.”

You were Eve, and he was Adam, the snake and the apple, the first sin and the atonement.

If Coriolanus could purr he would, the stroking of his ego acting like a balm for his temper. Instead, he bit down on your thigh again and picked up his speed, rutting into you like the animal he felt he was. The slap of his balls against your ass is his mating call.

He felt himself getting close, months of emotion getting to him, bringing him release quicker than normal. Coupled with how tight you felt in this position, he knew he wouldn’t last long. So he took to driving into you and grabbing your face to kiss you. He needed to cum, but he also needed to feel you cum on his cock. The decision was hard to make. He didn’t want to stop pounding into you and risk losing his edge.

It’d be fine. He didn’t have to rush everything and get it all done this round. You didn’t know it yet, but he’d be taking you for many, many, many rounds.

You had expected Coriolanus to be cold and cynical when it came to sex, hating any mess that came with it. You had expected him to pull out and cum on you and force you to clean it up. But when his hips stuttered and warmth filled you, you were surprised.

“Fuck.” he thrust into you a few more times before pulling out, breathless. “Fuck.” he repeated.

It was so warm in the room. You were sweaty, a mix of both his and yours. Your head felt fuzzy from cumming so many times. Blinking hard to stay awake.

Coriolanus nudged your face, making you focus on him, before he picked you up and carried you over to his ensuite.

It screamed luxury and opulence, a show of what he had done after being heir to the Plinth fortune. The walls had mosaics in them depicting bits of ancient history. The floors were laid with polished marble times. A massive tub, carved from a single block, stood centre stage, overlooking a window with a view of the Corso with a few chairs near it. A thick rug sat at its feet, the plush pile just asking you to step on it.

In the far corner, there was a walk-in shower with a number of showerheads. The vanity was across from it, cut from the same marble as the floors. A floor-length mirror tucked next to it. You could see the entrance to his dressing room through the reflection.

He set you down on the chair near the tub and then pressed a few buttons on the wall panel and the tub filled; the water rained in from the top. The vanity had a collection of soaps and bath salts he went between before selecting some and putting them in the bottom of the tub. “It’s magnesium. It’ll help your muscles.”

You nodded, unsure what to say first to him. He was lost on what to say too, just letting the soft patter of water hitting the tub fill the silence. It was a comforting scene, a domestic moment in the backdrop of your mess of emotions.

The steam swirled in the air, fogging the mirrors as you watched him mix the salts into the water. He moved with practised ease, like this act of self care was something he gave himself often.

When the tub was full, nearly to the brim, Coriolanus turned to you, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and care. You wouldn’t disillusion yourself into thinking that he loved you. Coriolanus Snow didn’t love people. He used them. You knew this; he knew this. The only people that didn’t were the rest of high society. Minus your mother. She liked that side of him.

She had told you all about what he did with Sejanus, how he turned on his friend of years. You didn’t quite understand why people thought they were friends; clear to you that Coriolanus wanted to harm Sejanus every time he was around. But Sejanus was rich, so he acted like he cared.

“It’s ready,” his voice was calm, rolling over you, soothing a level of anxiety.

You nodded, afraid to speak, but you wanted to show him you appreciate his efforts. So you smiled, hoping that it communicated everything that you felt while he picked you up and slid you into the tub.

He stood beside the tub. There was something on the verge of coming out, but he didn’t know what. Maybe he was going to tell you how beautiful he found you, how you’ve grown on him, how you're someone he views as a person now and not a pawn. But he was afraid of breaking the spell.

“Join me?” He nodded and got into the tub behind you, the warm water enveloping you both.

Settled between his legs, you leaned back against his chest. You closed your eyes, letting the warm waters soothe you.

Coriolanus couldn’t believe that he finally had the chance to sleep with you. He had been thinking about it for months and now he finally had. The breaking out of the role proved worth it. He had half hoped that the feeling of needing you would go away, that he could go back to how things used to be before the whole charade started. But you fit so perfectly against him. How far would the act go? Would your mother one day tell him the show was over and to leave you alone? He doubted it.

She would be more likely to let him take you for real, all to see what kind of mind a child between you would have. She’d mould you into the perfect partner for him, a perfect mother for your son. That’d be one way to keep you forever. You were attached to your familial bonds. A baby would be the epitome of that.

He felt you shift, eyes snapping to meet your own.

You had opened your eyes, meeting Coriolanus’s gaze. Tonight was a turning point. Everything between you was new, raw and red, a fresh cut, bleeding freely.

Without saying a word, you leaned in and kissed Coriolanus. His lips were soft and warm. It held him as you turned to face him, water sloshing out the sides of the tub. Your hands grabbed his face, giving you stability, as his hand found the underside of your ass.

The kiss deepened, and your bodies pressed closer together. He was hard again. His erection bobbing against your thigh.

You smirked. “Want to go another round?”

You were out of the bath and back on his bed, bouncing on his dick within minutes.

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The ache between your legs woke you up, the sunlight streaming in from the massive windows of Coriolanus’ room. He was asleep beside you, one hand resting on his chest. He looked so serene, like this, so harmless. You couldn’t help but stare at him. He looked so different from the man you had first met.

You had seen him on the Academy’s campus throughout the years, always so composed and covered. His every action was calculated and shrewd. The question of how no one else could pick up on that besides you was never answered. He was self-imposed, only ever really caring about himself and his family.

Of course, you had witnessed everything with Lucy Gray, being in the lab when he sent the jabber-jay to your mother that condemned Sejanus to death. You had been there when your mother received him back in the Capitol and informed him he’d be studying under her. That was probably why he didn’t like you for the longest time. You were born lucky, a future laid out for you. Similarly to Sejanus, you had someone to get you out of trouble, too. You just didn’t push the envelope like Sejanus had.

The times had changed though, and now the two of you were friends. Friends with great sexual chemistry, it seemed. But you had seen behind the mask the darkness inside him, overshadowing something else. Compassion maybe? It was hard to say.

The question of how last night would impact things still hung in the air while he slept peacefully next to you. As much as you would have liked to keep watching him sleep, continuing your internal monologue on what made you anxious over the future, you were hungry.

So you slipped out of the bed, grabbed his button-up shirt from last night and ventured out of the room in search of the kitchen after washing your face, thankful he had a whole skincare routine for you to use. The smell of the coffee you made was a welcomed distraction and very much needed. The silence of the penthouse was off. Your own house is filled with background noise, be it your father hosting guests, or the radio he always keeps on playing.

You couldn’t deny the attraction you had to Coriolanus. Last night was better than you had imagined. But you also knew how dangerous it was moving forward. You risked getting lost in the passion of it all and thus losing sight of the reality of the situation. Whatever growing feelings you had for him, there was no way he returned them. Coriolanus didn’t feel things for people besides contempt.

How would the two of you go forward? Would sleeping together be a one off? A fluke? Or would it be something the two of you would do whenever you felt like it? You hoped it was the latter. You didn’t think you could get back to just getting off on thoughts of him. It was better to get off on him.

As you sipped on your coffee, the remnants of Copriolanus’ cologne on his shirt, you decided to roll with the tide. Only time could tell what was going to happen between you now.

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Coriolanus normally woke up with a start. A jump into an ice bath, a shock to his senses. A habit left over from the war. He never woke slowly and gently, his senses warming up rather than being turned on blast. It made him feel disoriented.

But he was doing just that, rubbing his eyes and looking for you. The side of the bed you had fallen asleep on cold to the touch.

A spark of paranoia lighting in him. Did you run away too? You weren’t allowed to do that. Even if you ran, your mother would hand you back to him with a smile.

“Y/N?” he called out, getting up and putting on his boxer briefs. His shirt was missing, as was your dress.

He padded across the wooden floors, warmed by underfloor heating, going into the bathroom first. His mind was racing, searching for an explanation for your absence rather than you having run from him. The beating of his heart picking up with every moment. Looking over every corner of the room and still not finding you.

So he went into the dressing room. Maybe you were looking for something to wear? But you weren’t there either.

A rage built in him. How dare you run away from him, escape from his grasp, to leave without a word? Did you think you could get away with it, humiliating him like this? Frustration gnawed at him, chewing on his bones like a sick mutt with a bone. You were so stupid. Surely you knew you’d see him later today. You had a press event for the upcoming games to attend. The both of you scheduled to be interviewed by Lucky Flickerman about your work and your relationship.

“Breathe Coriolanus.” he reminded himself, focusing on finding you. What he did when he did is yet to be determined. Maybe he’d embarrass you live on TV.

Leaving the dressing room, he moved into his sitting room. You weren’t there either. But he could smell something. Coffee, freshly made, still hanging in the air.

There you were, sat in the kitchen on the counter staring out of the window defenceless. You were just in his button up, hanging off your shoulder.

“You should have woken me.” you jumped, apparently too lost in your own head to hear him walk into the room. You smiled when you looked at him.

“You looked peaceful. Didn’t want to ruin it for you.”

It was interesting you hadn’t left. It showed him you wanted to be around him, to share space with him. Your feet swung lightly as you sat there, sipping your coffee. “Do you want a cup?”

“No, I’m fine,” he replied, rigid as he stood there, eyes fixated on you.

“Suit yourself.” You shrugged. His loss, really. The coffee was wonderful.

“I’ve been thinking about our press event later.”

“Oh yes! Tigris told me she had made something for the both of us to wear. Something about looking like a unified front.”

You were acting like everything was normal, like he hadn’t made you scream his night last night till your voice was nothing but a whisper. He was still reeling from it. Were you moving on from it entirely? Unphased by it all?

He hummed. “I’m sure whatever it is will be fine.” Tigris was good at what she did.

You began rambling about the press event, what you thought you should do. How you wanted to divvy up talking points. So business focused. He admired that part of you, your ability to compartmentalise and focus on the important things. But he wanted to talk about what had transpired between you, his hunger for you not satisfied.

You, sitting there in his shirt, in his kitchen, drinking his coffee. Hair messily pulled away from your face, bare of any makeup. You were cute like this. It makes you look younger. Less like the imposing figure you really were.

He could still feel your mouth against him as you moaned into it. He wanted to feel it again. To crash against you like the waves did.

“Corio, are you listening?” you snapped at him, trying to get his attention.

The question was like a hot coal in his mouth. “Did you enjoy last night?”

“I did.” you look shocked he asked, like you expected him to never mention it again, putting your coffee down out of the way. “It was good.”

“How good?”

“Good enough.” He didn’t like where this was going. “That I’d do it again. If you want to.” That was the answer he wanted to hear.

He moved towards you, settling in between your legs with his hands on the counter, trapping you between his arms. The air between you two cracking with electricity. “Good.”

“Good.”

It wasn’t clear which one of you made the first move, but you met in the middle, drawn together like magnets. Your arms wrapped around his neck, hands once again in his hair. If you didn’t make it clear enough last night that you liked his hair, it was transparent in the morning light.

He snuck his hands under your shirt, his shirt, and tugged you closer by the waist, deepening the kiss. His tongue danced against yours, both of you trying to find dominance in the kiss. But he didn’t play fair, and he picked up you, grinding his growing erection into your exposed pussy. The fabric of his boxers rubbing hard against your already sensitive clit. You moaned, losing the battle.

“Take me to your room.”

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Tigris looked surprised when the two of you showed up at her shop together. She expected you each to arrive alone and at different times, Coriolanus had never bothered accepting the joint invitation. Your face flushed, a slight sheen to it, and he was brooding like he normally was.

But she knew not to question her cousin, afraid of his reaction and temper. She was more surprised when she took you into a dressing room and found a wealth of hickies dotting your chest and neck.

“Well,” she spoke. “This complicates what I had in mind for you today.”

You couldn’t help but snort at that. “Trust me, I was just as shocked as you were.” It was 50/50 on how shocking it was. Coriolanus had always been possessive. These marks a manifestation of it, but it was shocking he felt possessive of you.”

“It’s fine. I made something else in case you didn’t want to wear a gown. You had said before that you were more of a pants person.” She went into the attached room to pull pieces for you to wear.

Tigris returned with a black two-piece pantsuit set. The blazer had a piece of red silk that was pinned over the right shoulder that flowed down the back, beyond the length of the blazer, and pinned to the left hip of the piece, crossing over the front. The end of it pulled through the pinning to make it hang parallel to the back part of it.

“Tigris is incredible!” your hands itched to put it on, knowing full well you’d have to wait for the hair and makeup team to get here first.

“Thank you,” she smiled, pleased with your reaction. “I thought you might like it. Corio’s getting something similar. I think you should wear a turtleneck today, though. Given the hickies.”

“Good idea.”

Curiosity got the best of Tigris. “Will Corio be needing one as well?”

“Yes.”

Her eyebrows shot up to her hairline. Obviously she had known you’d slept with your share of Capitol’s men, but Coriolanus? Sleeping together as you implied by that statement meant things had become more serious that she thought. Weren’t the two of you only supposed to be acting as lovers, not being them? Though she corrected herself, Corio didn’t know how to love anymore. Whatever had happened in 12 had changed him, and that scared her. She could hardly recognise the boy she raised.

She is worried about you. Tigris knew you were strong and highly analytical. But Coriolanus was a dark man, willing to use even her to get what he wanted. His own flesh and blood. He was capable of great cruelty and she worried you’d get hurt in the end. She liked you too, considered you her friend.

Tigris needed to speak to Coriolanus. Hair and makeup would be there in a moment, the cares having just pulled in up front, so she could let them in and then go get her cousin ready.

“That’s hair and makeup,” you noticed a shift in her demeanour. “I’ll let them in and then go get Corio ready. See you soon.”

After she let the crew in and directed them to you, she went into the room assigned to Coriolanus. He was scrolling through a communicuff, no doubt plotting something.

“Corio,” she began, voice low and steady, “I need to talk to you.’

Coriolanus looked up from the communicuff, the haunting lack of emotion in his eyes scaring her. “What is it, Tigris?” His voice was cold and detached.

He used to be so kind, so sweet. She had seen so much good in him. But he got close to your mother, and he changed. He went to 13 still her Corio and came back as someone else. Someone cruel and manipulative, a user.

“I’m worried,” she was fearful of his reaction, but Tigris had to try, her voice trembling slightly. “Y/N isn’t someone you can mess with. She’s not a pawn in your games.I won’t let you hurt her.”

Hurt you? Sure, Coriolanus thought about hurting you, but it was becoming less and less. Plus, now he knew if he told you want to do, with an explanation of his reasoning and why, you’d agree. You both were the same, always playing a front and dissecting people. He didn’t know how Tigris didn’t see that about you. That you, though you avoided the violent extremes he’d taken, were sides of the same coin.

Dr. Gaul was right every time she called you the best actor the world will ever know.

“You think I could hurt Y/N?”

“You’ve hurt people.”

He’s annoyed now. “Y/N Gaul, daughter of my mentor who holds my entire future in her hands. Yes, let me just ruin any respect she has for me and hurt her daughter and throw my life away.” The last time someone had hurt you, they had their fingers melted down to the bone and were “relocated” to District 11.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Do you think me stupid?”

“No.” Tigris’ voice a whimper.

“Then you shouldn’t know that I would never hurt her. She’s useful. Dr. Gaul has been preparing her to be my right hand when I become head gamemaker. She’s just as bad as me, you know?”

There was no arguing with him, Tigris knew this.

“Do you love her?” So many questions from Tigris today.

Did he love you? No. Did he like you? Yes. Coriolanus was not a lover, the only thing he loved was power. But he liked you. You were just as ambitious as him, and you were smart. The near year the two of you had been working together proved that, and then the past 10 months in your “relationship” had only earned you more of his respect. You knew exactly how to meet his needs and make every interaction benefit him.

Now there was the added benefit of him being able to fuck you like he wanted. Just like you wanted to. “No, I don’t love her. I like her though. She’s a friend.”

“A friend?”

“A friend.”

“Friends don’t do the things the two of you do Corio.” he wouldn’t know. You were his first friend. “And besides, love doesn’t have to be a weakness, it can be a strength.”

Coriolanus laughed, a harsh sound in the room. “You’re a dreamer, Tigris,” he spoke. |An idealist unable to let go of naivety.”

She shoved his matching suit into his arms, the turtleneck on top. “I know someone has hurt you, Corio, no matter how much you deny whatever happened to you in 12, it’s clear to me.” Tigris was angry now. “But you can’t let that hurt poison your heart.”

He smiled, taking the clothes. “Thanks for the advice.” His sarcasm cutting.

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“Ladies and Gentleman welcome back to the lead up to the 16th Hunger Games!” Lucretius Flickerman knew how to get the crowd going. The small arena filled with Capitol citizens all excited to be there and watch him interview Coriolanus Snow and Y/N Gaul. “We’re a month and half away from 24 tributes joining us here in the Capitol before they go off to the arena.”

The cheers rang through the hall.

“Tonight we celebrate our gamemakers and the wonderful work that they do. Led by Dr. Gaul, the games have only gotten better and better, and she credits her protégé, the one, the only, the young Coriolanus Snow!” That was Coriolanus’ queue to come out on the stage. “You all know him and we all love him!”

Action.

He threw his hand up, waving to the crowd and camera, smiling widely. Like he was the happiest he’s ever been to be out on the stage. He enjoyed the people screaming his name, his status above them. The frenzy of fans is a deafening crescendo.

With a flourish, he bowed deep and dramatically, then moved to take his seat.

They set the chairs up on a raised platform in the centre of the stage. A small table between them. Lucretius’ side had one chair, while his and yours had two. Behind them was a wall of screens, no doubt for pulling up clips and design schematics from the past games pods.

“Thank you Lucreatius,” his smile never slipping. “And thank you all for being here tonight, and to those of you watching from home. It is always such an honour to be here on this show, to share my work, and to bring you all the most thrilling Hunger Games.”

The crowd roared, the lights of flash photos being taken. He relished in their energy and their enthusiasm.

“I must also extend my deepest gratitude to Dr. Gaul,” a sombre note always played well. “Her guidance and expertise are invaluable in crafting these games we all love.”

Dr. Gaul was in the audience, her face prideful. She didn’t care about the praise, but that people stayed interested in the games.

“And what games they are! Every time I think they can’t get any better, they always do.” Lucretius gave time for the crowd’s cheers before speaking again. “Now your tutelage under Dr. Gaul has always gotten the attention of the Captiol. I mean, how could it not? But there’s another Gaul you’ve been spending a lot of time with.”

Lucretius’ words hung in the air, heavy with implications. The crowd watching with bated breath, curiosity piqued. Even though the two of you had been to many high society events together, there was a large percentage of the Capitol that wasn’t high society.

The screens behind the two switch to a collection of images of Coriolanus and you together. One outside the lab where he was escorting you out of your car. The second the two of you at another gala. He was smiling at you in this one as you were on his arm, smiling back up at him. The third was the two of you kissing on the steps of the president’s mansion. That one staged perfectly for the paparazzi. The last photo was you hidden away in the corner of a restaurant, his hand on your thigh while you kissed. This was the most provocative of them, with his hand being on your bare skin.

Coriolanus laughed. “Now, how’d you get all these?” They both knew that those photos were handpicked.

“A good host never reveals their sources, Mr. Snow.” Lucretius teased. “Now those looks, stolen glances, the way you touch each other, the not so public displays of affection, and not to mention the clandestine rendezvous…it’s clear there’s something special there isn’t there?” The crowd oohed.

He looked down at his shoes, trying to play bashful. “There is, yes.” he put a hand up to his face like he was trying to cover for him blushing. “She’s what keeps me going when the going gets tough. She’s my strength.”

You were more of a distraction to him than anything else, messing up his train of thought. No matter what he was doing, his thought came back to you. But every word he spoke carefully chosen, writing the story of a devoted lover, a man utterly in love with you. And the crow lapped it up, a golden couple growing as every second passed.

“Well Mr. Snow, how about we reunite you with your lady love?” Lucretius stood throwing an arm to the side stage, motioning for you. “Ladies and gentlemen let’s welcome Miss Y/N Gaul!”

Coriolanus hadn’t seen you since you had entered Tigris’ shop. It shocked him when you walked out wearing nearly the same thing as him. Your version was slightly more opulent, the silk much longer than his own. It was an impressive display of unity and purpose. Your every step measured and graceful, your shoulders back with confidence. Your hair was interesting today, half up and half down. The back half was pin straight and shiny while they divided the top half down the middle and put into two braids that were there circled up and laid flat against your head. Your make up was the usual cat eye eyeliner and red lipstick the same shade as the silk on your blazer.

You had done the same as him when entering, raising a hand and waving. But instead of making your way to the seats you inched towards the front of the stage, bending down and touching the hands of the kids lining the front, blowing kisses at them before making your way to the stage and hugging Flickerman before sitting down next to Coriolanus and holding his hand as you sat.

You were far better than him at working a crowd. It went against his persona to be so personal and sociable.

“Thank you for joining us here tonight, Miss Gaul.”

“Oh please Lucretius, just call me Y/N.”

“Well, who am I to deny the woman!” He laughed, leaning forward, arms wide, before crossing his legs, an ankle on his knee. “Now, Y/N, as you just saw, we’re talking about your relationship with Mr. Snow here. Tell me, when did the two of you first notice sparks?”

You hummed. “How cheesy am I allowed to be?” The crowd laughed.

“As cheesy as you can. I think I speak for everyone when I say that I want to know every juicy detail.”

“Well,” you started squeezing Coriolanus’ hand. “We have sort of always known each other, having gone to the Academy, but it wasn’t really until the lead up of the last games that we ever spoke.”

A hush fell over the crowd as you paused, letting the moment linger, your eyes sparkling. “They paired us to work on something, I don’t even remember what, but there was a night where everyone else had left the lab and it was just the two of us. My family car was tied up and so he offered to walk me home.”

The crowd gasped, imaginations running wild. Your smile widened. Seizing the moment, Coriolanus pulled your hand up to him, giving it a kiss before setting it down. “It was a beautiful night,” your tone dreamy. “The stars were out in full force and when we got to my family estate, we sat on the steps and talked for hours, just really getting to know each other.”

The two of you locked eyes, smiling. You were always so pretty when you lied about this, posing cutely, biting your lip like you were shy. “And that’s when I realised it.” Your voice was soft, like it was a confession only for Coriolanus to hear. “Realised that there was something special between us.”

The crowd erupted in thunderous applause, cheers echoing in the space. Your mother looked pleased with the performance so far. Everyone loved a good love story, and this was the perfect front of one.

“Your turn Mr. Snow.”

“I must confess, Mr. Flickerman. Ever since I laid eyes on her, it was like she was a magnet. She was also so calm and composed at the lab. Her beauty intimidated me and her mind. She’s always so eager to learn and explore new ideas.”

Everyone in the room was eating this up.

“But it was her compassion,” Corilanus continued, softening up his delivery. “That’s what truly won me over. She has a heart of gold, always going the extra mile for the people of Panem. And it was when I saw her at the university library reading to a group of children impacted by those vile rebel attacks that I fell for her.”

A murmur of agreement swept over the crowd. They knew you for being daring, independent, and breaking out of the mould of a traditional Captiol woman. There wasn’t anyone who could truly tell you what to do, except your mother, but she was hardly involved.

But they also knew you for how kind you were to the citizens of Panem. You never had a bad word to say about anyone. At least in public. Coriolanus had now become your go to for complaining about the people that were around.

“She’s not only a brilliant game maker,” he declared, full of pride. “She’s an exceptional human being. I am honoured to call her the love of my life.”

The volume of the crowd had to be peaking the mics of the television stream as Coriolanus stood up, grabbing you and spinning you around before placing you down with a kiss. You had practised the move a few times, ensuring that it’d be perfect for display and it was.

Your story is a tale of two brilliant minds drawn together by shared passion. But when the cameras were off, what the two of you were was messy. It felt easier to say his admiration of you like this than when you were alone. The display and act gives him an excuse to praise you.

“So, what does the future hold for you two, Mr. Snow and Miss Gaul?” Lucretius inquired mischievously. “Will we witness a grand proposal, a lavish wedding, a brood of adorable children? The possibilities are endless!”

Coriolanus had never really thought about a future with you, beyond one where he possessed you. He had never thought of one that still was this loving act you two had in public. But he could see that clearly in his mind. You, standing by his side, while taking his inauguration photos. on the steps of the presidential mansion. The third year of his term you’d have a baby, and his state of the union address would revolve on making Panem a better place for children. The baby, a boy obviously, would have your curls but his blonde hair. He’d prefer if your son had your eyes. They were better than his own.

Your little family would be the pride of Panem, and every child you had after a testament to how strong the Capitol was. There’d be a minimum of three. Two boys and a girl. He’d go as far as four, but three was the ideal number.

He spoke before he could stop himself. “That’s the plan.”

Lucretius’ grin widened. “Well, well, well,” anticipation dripped from his voice, “it seems we’ve just gotten the biggest scoop of the season.”

Coriolanus Snow just made a mistake. He wasn’t meant to answer like that. He was supposed to play it off, say that you were too young to be thinking about that. That the two of you were inseparable, and it’d be something you talked about when you got there. This admission of his own personal feelings.

That he’d be perfectly content with the act never ending and forever having you be a part of his life. To make you his co-conspirator.

“Oh Corio…” god you were good. You drew your hands to your face, tears dotting your lash line. The perfect image of a woman hearing that her partner wants to marry her. You knew he was so off script here, so you had to assist him.

The crowd swooned, hearts captivated by the tender exchange. It was a confirmation of your unwavering love in front of them all.

Coriolanus was caught off by his own fumble and then your reaction. If he could pretend that for just a moment you actually felt that way, his stomach wouldn’t be turning.

“I didn’t mean to blurt it out like that,” his confession is truthful on all fronts. “But it’s true. I can’t imagine a life without you, Y/N.”

“I can’t picture it either.”

How far should he take this? Dr. Gaul had an eyebrow raised, giving him no hint of what to do. You were just responding to whatever he did right now. Should he propose, here and now, on the stage in front of a crow of thousands, on broadcast for millions? It made for great press, made him look so human. A man so full of love he can’t stop himself from ruining a surprise.

He could, in fact, he should. An engagement made his claim on you that much more real. Maybe he could even convince Dr. Gaul to tell you to marry him. Then he’d have you. Now and always.

Coriolanus dropped to a knee in front of you, taking your hands in his.

“Y/N,” the payoff if this went well was going to be so worth you being upset with him after.

“You are the light of my life, guiding me home when the night is darkest. You inspire me to be a better game maker, and a better man. These past months have been the best of my life. You’ve shown me what love can truly be.”

You sniffled, and he pulled out his handkerchief to wipe your tears.

“I meant to take my time with this. I don’t even have the ring on me, but I have one. You make me rush into things.” Now that was true. He’d become incredibly rash about you.

“So, Y/N Gaul, will you do me the incredible honour of being my wife?”

“Yes,” your smile blinded him. He really wanted this to be your honest reaction to him proposing. That you wanted to be owned by him, and he was owned by you. “Oh, my god, yes!”

“Ladies and gentlemen, our two capitol sweethearts, the soon to be Mr. and Mrs. Snow!”

This was not how things were meant to go.

“Now let’s get Dr. Gaul up here to tell you all about the pods from the last game.”

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lulublack90 · 8 months

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Prompt 24 - Dinner

@jegulus-microfic January 24 Word count 970

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“Seriously! What the fuck?!” Sirius cried out, all signs of sleepiness gone.

“Sirius,” Regulus pleaded, not finding it funny anymore. Sirius closed his eyes and inhaled deeply before pointing at his brother.

“You get out of that bed right now.” Regulus, for once, did as he was told and began to clamber out. When Sirius saw that he was only in his underwear, he immediately covered his eyes and said. “No, no. Get back into bed.—Regulus, I mean it. I do not need to see that!”

It was James’s turn to snicker now, but it soon died in his throat when Sirius turned his icy stare on him. He became very interested in the colour of his sheets.

Remus cleared his throat, getting Sirius’s attention.

“Why don't we go shower, get some clean clothes on and a coffee in you? Let these two idiots get sorted, and we’ll reconvene for dinner?” He put a hand on Sirius’s shoulder. Sirius pouted.

“But Remus—”

“I know. But I think we’d all be happier if we took a minute and James and Regulus weren’t in a state of undress, don’t you?” Sirius grimaced.

“Yeah— You’re right. Wait!” His eyes blew up. “James, please tell me that you’re wearing more than your underwear?!”

“No, Sirius, he's completely naked,” Regulus cackled, mischief back in his eyes.

“Reg, why?” James whined.

Remus put his other hand on Sirius’s shoulder and firmly manoeuvred him towards the door.

“Grimmauld Place. Six O’Clock. Bring Chinese food.” He told them before shoving Sirius out of the room. They could hear him protesting all the way down the stairs and out the front door.

“Well, that could have gone better,” Regulus said, completely straight-faced.

“You think?” James croaked back. He ran his fingers through his already mussed-up hair. “Reggie, I think we need to talk about this—us. Before we face Sirius again. Just so we both know what’s going on.” He felt himself blushing. Regulus luckily didn’t notice as he got out of bed and began dressing from the neat pile of carefully folded clothes he’d left on James’s dresser. James waited for Regulus to finish, carefully turning his head away to give him privacy.

He went over to the dresser and pulled out some clean clothes. He dumped them on the bed and began dressing. Only realising Regulus had been staring at him the entire time as he went to change his underwear.

“Do you mind?” He asked pointedly.

“Not even a little bit.” Regulus grinned. “Need to make sure I like the whole package.” He waggled his eyebrows, and James realised how much like his brother Regulus looked at that moment.

He turned his back on Regulus and quickly removed yesterday's pants. In the short time he had no underwear on, Regulus had darted across the room and grabbed his arse. He jumped in the air and squealed in shock. Regulus’s head squeezed under his arm so he could look down. “Reg, what the actual?!” Regulus pulled his head free and wrapped his arms around James’s waist. He reached up on his tiptoes. His body pressed firmly into James’s back.

“10/10,” He whispered into James’s ear before nipping the lobe and disappearing out of the room, leaving James standing there holding his clean pants in his hand, gobsmacked.

He wasn’t sure where Regulus had gone. So, when he was fully dressed, he went downstairs.

He was sat at the kitchen table munching on a pile of toast. James sat opposite him. Regulus pushed a steaming cup of tea across the table at him. James beamed at the little offering. He didn’t think he’d ever seen Regulus make anyone anything, let alone a cup of tea. He was honoured.

They sat in comfortable silence while they munched through the stack of toast. James had grabbed a jar of jam to spread on if they wanted to with the butter.

Once they’d finished their breakfast, even if it was basically lunchtime, James tidied away their things and sat back down.

“So,” He said, clearing his throat. “I think we need to talk,” It felt so awkward. He didn’t know how to do this. Regulus saved him.

“The way I see it is. I like you. I’m guessing you like me? Do you want to see if this goes anywhere?” James nodded and grinned.

“Yeah, okay. That sounds nice.”

“What, only nice?” Regulus raises an eyebrow at him.

“Really nice?” James offered. Regulus huffs a laugh through his nose.

“Yeah, okay, really nice.” His expression changes, “We still have some time before we’re expected at Grimmauld. Wanna watch a film?” Regulus didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he went to the living room and turned the TV on. James joined him, not even thinking about it.

He sat down next to Regulus on the sofa, and Regulus snuggled into his side. It felt so natural as if they’d been doing it for years. At some point, his hand ended up in Regulus’s hair, his fingers carded through the curls. Regulus let out soft hums, like a cat, now and again.

The stroking turned to touching, and before he knew it, Regulus was straddling his lap, and they were kissing, movie forgotten.

Too soon, the reminder James had set sounded, and they were forced to head out.

Thirty minutes later, they had two bulging bags of steaming takeaway and were standing outside number twelve Grimmauld Place.

James closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as his hand hovered over the doorknob.

“Reg,” He said quietly. “Please don’t rile him up.” Regulus winked at him before pushing him aside and opening the door. James rolled his eyes and sighed before walking over the threshold, praying that just once, the Black brothers wouldn’t go out of their way to annoy each other.

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gojosrighteyebrow69 · 11 months

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The Doctor's Vist

Gynecologist!Toji Fushiguro × Fem!Reader

SMUT 18+

Where you find yourself at the Gynecologist's office because of a 'problem'

🔞NSFW🔞-vaginal fingering,oral f!receiving,clit stimulation,age gap

"There's something wrong me, I can feel it"

"Well why do you think so? It's not that much of a big deal you know? Just use some toys or something" The brown haired girl replies while taking a sip of her coffee.

"I'm not using toys, what if they get stuck in there?" The thought does bring up curiosity in your mind, but it is overshadowed by the irrational fear of trying new things.

"They won't, trust me I've been using them since ages girl" Nobara chuckles and takes another sip of her coffee "I mean if you really think there's something wrong with you, you should go visit Megumi's dad. He's one of the best gynecologist in the whole city"

"Megumi's dad is a gynecologist?" You wondered why Megumi never told you that

"He is, you should go and see him just to be sure" Nobara says while unlocking her phone and doing something on it. "Here I booked you an appointment" She shows you the phone screen which says 'Appointment Confirmed'

"Let's see how it goes"

"You must be Megumi's friend. I'm doctor Fushiguro" The tall, buff dark haired man said. Your eyes widen upon seeing him and you could feel your cheeks burning. 'This is Megumi's Dad?' You wonder as you find yourself checking out the man in front of you. You felt your cheeks burn more as you started having many inappropriate thoughts about your friend's father.

"Y-Yes doctor, that's me" You replied, trying to maintain your composure while the handsome man in white coat wrote something on his clipboard.

"So what are your complaints princess?" You almost loose it the moment he says it.

"Doctor, I think there's something wrong with me" You try to think about ways to explain your situation in the most appropriate way without making a fool of yourself.

"And what might that be, my dear?" Toji asked with a soft grin, his hands resting on his desk.

"Well, how do I say this..." You are unable to put your situation in words and look down on your lap while blushing.

"Oh come on princess, there's no need to be shy you know?" He puts on of his hand on top of yours.

"Doctor I-I can't cum" You finally blurt it out and look away from him due to embarrassment.

"Hmm, that's interesting," he mused, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. "Tell me more about your symptoms and sexual experiences." He leaned forward slightly, his diamond jawline accentuating the movement.

"I had only be intimate with my ex boyfriend before, and he couldn't make me cum. I even tried masturbating but nothing works" You tried to explain your situation while blushing.

"I see" Toji responded, his gaze flickering over her body.

"Do you think there might be something wrong with me?" You ask while looking at the man infront.

"It's possible," he replied nonchalantly, his hands steepled together under his chin. "But first, we need to rule out any physical causes. Why don't you undress from the waist down and lie on the examination table?"

The thought of being naked in front of him brought of the feeling of desire as well as embarrassment, but you knew he was a professional and that was his job. So you nod and start to unzip your skirt. "Do I have to be fully naked?"

"Yes, please," he confirmed, his eyes not leaving her body for even a moment. "It's important for me to examine you thoroughly."

You take a deep breath and take of your panties, leaving your lower half fully exposed to Toji. You lay down on the examination table and spread your legs, wet folds fully on display for your friend's father.

"Now, let's begin" he said, his voice as smooth as silk. He leaned in closer, his face only inches away from your sensitive parts. "What kind of sensations do you feel when you're touched down here?"

"I have never really felt anything when my ex boyfriend touched me, he used to skip foreplay and go straight to the main thing. I've tried putting in a finger or two but I think my fingers are too small for me to feel anything"

"Hmm" he mused, reaching out to gently spread your folds apart. His fingers were big and strong, contrasting sharply with yours. "Let me show you something."

You find yourself biting your lower lip in anticipation. His thumb brushed lightly over your clit, feeling the hardened nub beneath his touch. The sensation was electric, a shockwave of pleasure coursing through your body. "This is what you've been missing," he whispered into your ear, his voice thick with satisfaction.

You could feel your body jerk with pleasure with just one touch

"You see?" This is how you should be touched princess" he said, his thumb massaging your clit while his other hand moved lower, teasing your opening with his fingers.

"D-Doctor it feels so good" The feeling of shame and embarrassment was slowly fading away as the man kept rubbing your clit

With a smirk, Toji continued to pleasure you, his fingers finding purchase inside you. His voice dropped lower, a husky whisper in your ear. "You know, you shouldn't be too shy. You can ask for more if you want."

"More doctor More! " You whined in pleasure as you started to feel a foreign sensation in your stomach.

Toji's fingers plunged deeper inside you as he picked up the pace, his thumb now rubbing against your G-spot in a rapid rhythm. "Let me show you what you've been missing sweetheart" He leans down and takes your clit in his mouth sucking hard. This caused you to let out another whine of pleasure with your back arching off the table

"Shh princess, you need to keep it down low. We wouldn't want the others to know about our special examination do we?" He speaks in a sultry tone while his tongue is licking and sucking all over your wet folds and his fingers keep going in an out

"That's it" he groaned, watching her body arch in pleasure. "Just like that princess" He says while sucking on your clit while his long, thick fingers plung deep inside your wet hole, brushing against your G spot making you see the stars.

That's when you felt the knot in your stomach snap. A feeling which you have never felt overtook your senses. Did Dr. Fushiguro really make you cum?

"I-I didn't knew I could do that Doctor" You looked at the man while trying to catch your breath

"That's because you've never been touched the right way, princess" he whispered, pulling his fingers out of you slowly. "You should ask for what you want, baby." His gaze held yours as he reached into his pocket and took out a business card.

"Thankyou Doctor" Your brain still couldn't comprehend what all just happened but you took the business card from him while your legs were still shaking.

"You're welcome, sweetheart. And remember, I'm always here to help." He gave you a wink before stepping out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the strange mix of emotions coursing throughout your body.

A/N: Thankyou so much for reading this. This is my first work so I hope you guys enjoyed it

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honeydazai · 2 years

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Sigma/reader + Nikolai Gogol ➛ loss of virginity

content: nsfw, praise, possessiveness, fingering, degradation, vaginal sex | reblogs & comments appreciated!

~2,4k words | ao3 link | kinktober masterlist

The current situation felt like nothing short of a fever dream.

One moment, you had been in the process of putting your nightgown on, silk soft against your bare skin and with the door to your bedroom fully locked, and the next, said door simply ceased to serve any purpose as two people stumbled into the room unhindered nonetheless.

To be fair, there was little the door could have done against a portal.

“Now would you look at that.” Nikolai's lilting voice sent a shiver up your spine. “She's already undressed, too. What luck!”

You scrambled to cover yourself, your arm moving protectively in front of your chest; while you were technically dressed, the thin fabric really didn't do much to cover you, and Nikolai's leering gaze was causing heat to rise to your cheeks at an alarming pace.

Sigma at least had the decency to level his gaze straight at your face, never below.

While you would have had every right to snap at them, the words that eventually left your mouth were; “Couldn't you have knocked?”

Your voice was trembling the slightest bit.

Nikolai merely laughed. “And waste precious time? What nonsense!” He stepped forward, all large steps and long legs, and before you were able to back up, his arm sneaked around your waist and pulled you closer. “Say, love, tell me—, if you had the opportunity to help our dear friend Sigma out, wouldn't you do just that?”

“Don't respond to that.” Sigma all but grimaced. “Please just ignore him. It's best that way.”

Nikolai, however, seemed intent on making himself impossible to ignore.

His hand wandered down lower, moving from the curve of your hip to your ass, his smirk only widening when you frowned at him. “Well, doll? I'm waiting. It'd be very impolite not to answer, don't you think?”

Against your better judgement, you nodded, although hesitantly. “Well—, yeah. I guess so.”

Sigma's following groan seemed to be an entirely unhappy, defeated noise. Nikolai's laugh was the complete opposite.

“Splendid!” he exclaimed. “Let us begin, then!”

“Wait—, begin? With what?”

Nikolai's eye all but sparkled with amusement as he pulled you closer yet again, your chest pressed flush against his. “With helping our dear friend out, of course. Just trust me, darling.”

You glanced towards Sigma, confusion evident on your face. “What do you need help with, anyway?”

Whatever it was, you were pretty certain it didn't warrant the way Nikolai's hand slipped underneath your thin dress.

“I just—”

Sigma didn't get to explain himself.

Instead, Nikolai cut him off with a chuckle, low voice laced with mirth; “You see, doll, dear Sigma here just told me he never fucked a woman before. Isn't that quite the shame? You'll help him lose his virginity, won't you, love? He's counting on you.”

God, it was getting increasingly difficult to concentrate because of how Nikolai's fingers had settled on your inner thigh, occasionally ghosting over the edge of your panties, and arousal bloomed in your abdomen, hot and heavy.

You found yourself nodding along yet again, though it seemed your uncertainty was quite obvious.

“You're in no way obligated to agree”, Sigma said, his voice steady even as he glared at Nikolai, eyes narrowed. “We'll leave again the second you say you're not interested. Isn't that right?”

Nikolai merely hummed in response, his tone terribly entertained. “Why, yes, yes, of course! But there really is no reason for you to say that, is there? After all”, his fingers slipped down, feathering over your cunt through the fabric of your panties, “You're wet already. Isn't that most adorable?”

“You're insufferable.” Sigma scoffed, though a faint blush coloured his cheeks at Nikolai's words.

Not that you were faring much better. Heat was rising to your face at an alarming pace, and you couldn't help but squirm.

Nikolai snickered. “Am I? I'm being honest, though. Why don't you feel for yourself?”

It wasn't a mere suggestion; he was quick to pull Sigma closer, his smirk wide while he guided his hand between your legs, and you all but whimpered at the hesitant touch.

“See”, Nikolai cooed, smugness dripping from his voice. “She's so eager already.”

Moments later, you were pushed down onto the bed, silk sheets pleasantly cool against your heated skin, and, God—, you tried to squeeze your legs shut on instinct when your panties were pulled down, though your attempts to scramble for modesty were in vain; Nikolai's thick thigh between your own kept your legs spread. Kept you utterly revealed, open for two pairs of prying eyes.

Fuck.

The situation had spiralled out of your control so quickly you felt dizzy with it, but, at the same time, your arousal was clinging to your thighs with how damn wet you were.

All of a sudden, one of Nikolai's fingers circled around your clit and your whole body jerked at the unexpected touch. A pathetic whine left your mouth at the same time, your eyes half-lidded.

He took his time playing with you, damned tease; withdrawing his touch completely whenever you bucked your hips up in need before rubbing over your most sensitive spot again.

His dick was hard already, straining against the fabric of his trousers and pressing up against your thigh, hot and firm.

You all but trembled as you clenched around nothing; sweat dripped down your neck.

“Please”, you eventually choked out, your voice meek, and Nikolai's gaze snapped up to you. You had no idea what you were asking for — for them to stop staring at you, for them to leave or to continue; God, your head felt hazy, your thoughts muddled.

“Getting impatient, are we?” Nikolai chirped. “What a shame! We've barely just begun. That reminds me, this isn't even my place to be!”

You merely frowned in response, too out of it to understand the angle he was getting at; that was, until, seconds later, he and Sigma had all but switched places, with Sigma now kneeling between your open legs.

His face was flushed and, despite always looking ethereal, you were sure he had never been quite this handsome before.

Nikolai's lips curled into a smirk. “Come, come, don't be shy now. We're here for your sake, are we not? I'm sure you know what to do.” A pause. “Or do you? Well, you did say you never fucked a woman before, but that doesn't mean—, you're not completely inexperienced, are you? I'm sure you've at least watched porn before. Right? You do watch porn, don't you, Sigma? I certainly do, but—”

“I know what to do”, Sigma bit out, the words rushed before Nikolai was able to continue his sheer endless rambling.

“Splendid! Do go on then.”

For just a second, Sigma's eyes met yours, uncertainty bleeding into his expression. “And you're sure you want this?”

“Of course she does”, Nikolai said, sounding exasperated at the repeated question, though Sigma didn't pay any attention to him.

Only when you nodded did his lips twitch into a tiny smile, and one of his hands moved to rest on your thigh, kneading soft skin between his fingers. “Good.”

With surprising gentleness, his hand wandered down lower, his touches fleeting, teasing, and just as you opened your mouth to complain about his pace that left you feeling like you were burning up from the inside, Sigma pushed one lithe finger into you.

Your eyes fluttered closed as a moan fell from your lips, your back arching the slightest bit off the bed, and, God, you had never noticed just how long Sigma's fingers were, but you were certain you were never going to be able to ignore it again.

A second one was soon added; the stretch welcome. As his fingers ghosted over your g-spot, most likely more on accident than anything else, you gasped, your hips rolling down against the digits, and Sigma's lips curled into a smirk.

“Oh? That's good, hm? Got it.” This time, he crooked his fingers purposefully, insistently rubbing over that one spot, and you cried out as your vision blurred with pleasure.

Then, however, he focused on stretching you out again using scissoring motions, your wet walls pulsing around the digits, and seconds later, he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your hip bone. “Tell me if there's anything you'd like me to do differently.”

Before you were able to respond — not that you would have had any complaints, except for the way your neglected clit was all but throbbing —, Nikolai hummed. “You could hurry it up a little. Sure, sure, I get the appeal of making her come on your fingers, but, come on—”

“I was not talking to you.” Sigma's glare was pointed, his gaze cold.

“How terribly impolite!” Nikolai didn't sound like he minded. “I was just suggesting it. My, my, you're so sensitive.”

Sigma only frowned in response. Moments later, however, his expression softened somewhat again when his eyes met yours. “You look so pretty right now.”

A high-pitched whimper left your mouth as, suddenly, his thumb swiped over your clit, only for him to pull his hand back fully a moment later. His fingers were glistening with your arousal, and the sight was lewd enough to tear another embarrassed moan from you.

Mere seconds later, the flushed head of his dick pressed against your folds, your arousal and his precum alike serving as makeshift lube as he slowly but surely pushed into you.

“Sigma”, you gasped out, back arching off the bed at the stretch. “Ah, God—”

Sigma leaned down to meet your lips, and he all but moaned into the kiss, the sound soft. “Tell me when I'm allowed to move.”

His breath was warm against your lips. You nodded moments later, only to keen when he pulled out halfway, then thrust back into you, his hips flush with your own.

Sigma's rhythm was slow but deep; you were certain the tip of his cock nudged against your damn cervix on occasion and, oh; your own needy moans and whimpers made you squirm in embarrassment, though you hardly had the mind to be too ashamed.

Everything you were able to focus on was the way you stretched around Sigma's dick, how your wet walls pulsed around him and all but sucked him in, and you whimpered, craving more, utterly desperate.

“Sigma—” Your voice was breathy, your thighs trembling. “So good, fuck, please—, need you, so close, please.”

“Good girl.” Sigma once more pressed his lips to your throat, peppering soft skin in gentle kisses. “You're so pretty like this. Gorgeous.” A groan. “You take me so well.”

Arousal coiled in your abdomen at the words, your moans only growing more and more high-pitched as Sigma's pace sped up.

Suddenly, a wet slapping noise caught your attention; the second your head fell to the side and your gaze onto Nikolai, humiliation caused your skin to tingle.

He had one hand wrapped around his own dick, leisurely jerking himself off while staring unashamedly at you, his eye so intense you clenched around Sigma on instinct, drawing his attention.

Nikolai's smirk widened, eager. “Hm? Like what you see? My, if you're that interested, doll, why don't I occupy your mouth for a little? Bet you'd love it if I were to fuck your throat, right, darling?”

“Don't you dare.” The words left Sigma's mouth so quickly even you were caught off-guard; his tone was sharp.

“Oh? Kitty's got claws now? Don't tell me you're feeling possessive all of a sudden!” Nikolai chuckled, mischief sparkling in his eye. “That's cute. It's not like you could stop me even if you tried, though.”

There was a sinister undertone to his voice. Sigma's grip on your hip tightened.

Moments later, Nikolai laughed, his free hand raised in mock surrender. “Don't look that grim now! I'm merely jesting. Go on, continue! Don't be shy. I have no interest in fucking your girl.” His smile was gentle. A monstrous sight. “Just remember I could.”

Sigma's next thrust had you keening; this one being a lot more forceful than his previous pace, his hips all but slapping against your own, and you were certain the quiet thumping noise you were hearing was the bedframe hitting the wall, wood creaking.

Your moans sounded terribly debauched; the second Sigma's free hand moved to your clit, drawing steady circles around it, you cried out sharply, your orgasm all but crashing over you.

Sigma came only seconds later, spilling inside of you, and he paused for a few moments, his lips pressed to your pulse in a gentle kiss. You whimpered when he pulled out; your cunt all but gaping around nothing, his cum staining the sheets.

The tender atmosphere as your eyes met only lasted for a second.

“Wasn't that nice?” Nikolai cooed, voice dripping with amusement, sticky and sweet like honey. At one point, he had apparently gotten himself off; he looked as put together as he had when stumbling into your room. “Another good deed done. Why don't you say thank you for this glorious opportunity of finally getting your dick wet?”

You were only able to watch, your sight blurry and head feeling like it had been stuffed full of cotton, as Sigma's cheeks darkened, his gaze flicking to the side. “Thank you. This was—, well. I couldn't have possibly wished for a better first time.”

Just as you were about to respond did a laugh bubble out of Nikolai's throat, the sound taunting. “Oh boy, no. No, no, I didn't mean thank her—, what a funny thought, really. She did barely more than spread her legs like some whore.” His fingers feathered over Sigma's throat, the touch barely there at all. “I meant you should thank me. After all, this was my idea, wasn't it?”

Sigma's eyes narrowed, all traces of fondness gone. “Leave me alone. I've had enough of your games for today.”

“That's a shame!” Nikolai pushed his lips forward into a frown. “See, I was thinking, maybe, you could come back some other time to spend more time with your little girlie here. If you still need another lesson, however—, well, I'm certain you'll get attached to some other slut soon enough.”

A few beats of tense silence passed. Despite how fucked out you were, the threat in the words was obvious even to you, and you didn't like the implications.

“Thank you.” The words were all but pressed out between ground together teeth, Sigma's posture tense.

Nikolai's smile was wide, predatory. “You're most welcome.”

➛ i really like sigma and nikolai and siglai and and for a second i was tempted to make this a lot more dark... then i remembered this wasn't what everyone signed up for...

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abarbaricyalp · 9 months

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No Gasoline (The World's on Fire)

I said I was going to write a 'Bucky takes care of Sam fic' that involved a bath and Bucky getting in fully clothed. Voila. On AO3 here

Oddly, it was early morning when Sam dragged himself through the front door of the house he and Bucky shared. Usually, he got home in the afternoon or early evening. He must’ve gotten in late, stayed too long to do paperwork or debriefs, and slept at HQ last night. Usually, he was better about texting Bucky about those kinds of things. True, Bucky had promised to stay off official channels when he wasn’t part of a mission, but Sam had to know that Bucky was keeping tabs on when the jet landed back in New York or DC or LA or wherever it put wheels down.

He looked exhausted. He was still soot covered and bloodied, which meant he hadn’t spent time at HQ. He’d either been traveling this whole time or the fight had gone on far longer than Bucky guessed. Bucky immediately dropped what he was doing–it was dishes, no hardship there–and strode across the room to wrap Sam in his arms. Sam actually went lax against Bucky. Evidently even more exhausted than he looked.

“Hey, I’ve got you,” Bucky breathed. And then he took away the pretense of Sam standing on his own feet and swept him into a bridal hold.

“It went straight to shit, Buck,” Sam mumbled, head lolling against Bucky’s shoulder. “I barely pulled it all back together. There was so much…”

He didn’t finish his sentence. Bucky could guess. Destruction. Devastation. So many casualties. So much blood. Bucky had been kept entirely out of the loop on this one. He didn’t even know where Sam had been, who the antagonist was, what the conflict was. There’d been nothing on the news as far as Bucky could tell, and he paid more attention when Sam went out on things like this. The lack of media coverage at least suggested this wasn’t civilian based. Sam always took those failures, or near failures, harder.

“Stop thinking about it,” he said, like that was possible, like he had any room to say something like that. “You’re home. It’s over. You’re safe, alright?” He pressed a fierce kiss to Sam’s hairline and brought him into the bedroom, sitting him on the edge of the bed.

Sam, of course, immediately stood. “I need to get out of this,” he mumbled, pawing at the star on his chest and then reaching up for his cowl when that didn’t easily give.

“I know, I know,” Bucky assured, reaching for his wrists and holding both between his metal fingers. “I’ve got you,” he repeated. He reached up to finish tugging the cowl off and then reached for the fastens of the suit. Yes, it had the retractable vibra-something technology, but that taxed the materials and, more importantly, Sam needed to feel the suit coming off. He may want to rush through it, but it was just as important that he be grounded in the moment of having it removed from his shoulders.

Once the suit was suitably loosened–though not removed entirely–Bucky held up a finder and ducked into their bathroom to get the tub water running. Their hot water heater was pretty instantaneous, so didn’t have to wait long before stopping up the drain and returning to the bedroom.

Sam had, of course, begun to peel himself out of the suit. The jacket hung around his waist, impeding his access to the pants. Quickly again, Bucky stepped up against him, tucked a knuckle under his chin to make him lift his eyes, and then rested their foreheads together.

“Sam, I’ve got it,” he promised. “I’m right here. Let me help.”

Sam went lax against him again, giving up the fight. Bucky let them stand like that, forehead to forehead and shoulder to shoulder increasingly, as he undressed him. First was freeing the jacket from the pants, exposing Sam’s taut stomach, still tense and battle ready. Then he undid the fastens of the pants and pushed them down Sam’s hips, rested his own knee against Sam’s to keep him from shaking too harshly. He put a hand to Sam’s shoulder until Sam stood back a little, and then he sank to his knees to undo the shinguards Sam wore and the clasps of his boots. Sam swayed slightly on his feet, hip brushing over Bucky’s hair every few breaths. Bucky kept one hand on the back of Sam’s opposite knee when he stood on one foot each to get the boots off, and he finished pulling Sam’s pants down as well.

Then Sam was just in his under armour, which was still damp with sweat. He made fast work of removing the shirt and shorts himself. Bucky ran a hand down Sam’s side, from his ribs, which his heart was thudding heavily against, to his waist, molten with bruises already, to his hips, and then over his flank. Muscles were tense and coiled wherever he touched.

“I’ve got you,” he said again, just in case Sam hadn’t heard him yet. He picked Sam up again, intending to make quick work of getting him into the warm bath, but Sam had tucked his face against Bucky’s shoulder. Bucky tightened his hold around Sam and leaned down to kiss his hairline again before just resting there while Sam panted out desperate, upset breaths against Bucky’s collarbone.

The warm water wouldn’t wait, though. Bucky had to turn it off, if nothing else. He carried Sam into the bathroom, managed to balance him in one arm long enough to turn the water off, and then carefully lowered him into the bath.

The bathtub was a freestanding thing, deep blue with gold accents, ridiculously regal for how the rest of the house looked. There was a drain in the floor for when they inevitably got distracted and overfilled it. The far edges were high arching, perfect for resting their heads back, and it was huge. Definitely big enough for the both of them to fit in together without constantly jarring elbows on the side of the tub.

Sam did lean back into the headrest, eyes closed, face still pinched with frustration and defeat. Bucky ran a hand from his bunched shoulder, down his tight chest. He let his hand get under the water, low on Sam’s ribs, before he leaned forward to kiss his neck softly.

“Doll, you have to breathe. You can get mad again once you’re clean, but you have to breathe and relax in the bathtub.”

Sam tilted his head back to give Bucky more access to his neck, give himself space to sigh with irritation, avoid looking at Bucky.

“They’re going to write it down as a success,” he said. It wasn’t quite through his teeth, but Bucky thought that was only because he was too exhausted to clench his jaw. Probably a good thing. If he tightened one more muscle, he’d snap like a bad rubber band. “Technically the data was gathered. Technically the goal was met.”

“But?” Bucky prompted as he reached for some magic washcloth that they had stumbled upon ages ago. It was always soft, always fluffy. Kept warm water in. Made suds constantly with little soap. He held it over his palm and drizzled lavender scented soap onto the cloth before beginning to run it over Sam’s shoulders. They’d have to go through the process several times. Might even have to drain the tub to get the murkiness out at some point. It was fine. Between them both, they had enough soap to stay entertained for days.

“But it wasn’t a damn success. People died. Information got out. It wasn’t a full on trap. It didn’t feel like they knew the whole plan, but someone found something out in just enough time to throw our intel off. Good agents died.” Beneath the water, Sam’s fingers curled into fists against his legs. Bucky reached down to hold one hand before he could really dig his knuckles into the meat of his thigh.

“It wasn’t your fault,” Bucky placated meaninglessly. He could say it until his tongue went numb and fell out of his mouth. Sam would never believe it and it wouldn’t stymie any of his anger and guilt. Still, Bucky would say it over and over, hoping it’d get through just once.

“I’m Captain America. It’s my mission, my team. Someone somewhere knew and I should have caught it. We just walked in, so damn sure of ourselves.” Sam’s head turned further away so he was entirely facing the far wall. There was a window there–three panes thick and frosted all to hell so there was no clear sight in or out–but it was too dark outside still to see anything. Just the reflection of the two of them.

He closed his eyes again and Bucky switched to a different washcloth to begin clearing away the blood and early scabbing on his chest. There was nothing violently serious. Scrapes and bruises for the most part. There was a blade graze high up on Sam’s right shoulder, but Bucky had seen him cut deeper when he missed a carrot and hit his finger. Bucky maintained, the leather suit was always better protection than all of the high-tech fancy contraptions the newest acronym organization wanted to give him.

“You still wanna talk about it?” he asked, kissing a scrape behind Sam’s ear. Bucky could imagine a thousand ways he’d gotten it. Most of them involved him hitting the ground, which about made Bucky see red.

Sam shook his head. The fight left him. Some of the tension went with it, but not enough. “I’ve been talking about it for hours. No one’s listening.”

“I am,” Bucky offered softly. He squeezed Sam’s hand until the fist finally opened up and he was able to tangle their fingers together. “I’m right here.”

“It’s not gonna change anything. And I know you’re gonna use it as an excuse to climb into the wheel well of the jet next time you don’t get called out with me.”

“I’ve never considered the wheel well,” Bucky lied. “Wouldn’t be so bad. The metal arm would keep me locked in. The wind chafing couldn’t be that bad.”

Sam reached over to shove Bucky’s head in tired, but playful, admonishment. It got water everywhere. “Your nose gets red enough as it is.”

Bucky made a face that Sam missed because he wasn’t looking. “My nose doesn’t get red,” he said, going back to soaping up Sam’s back. Sam leaned forward against the arm across his chest, holding onto Bucky’s forearm to keep him there.

“It gets totally red when you lie,” Sam continued. “You’re a terrible liar. Outta all the spy skills in the world, you can’t lie for shit.”

“I lie perfectly fine!” Bucky objected.

Sam shook his head. “You really don’t. I can catch a lie a mile off. You don’t even have to open your mouth. You start flushing just at the idea of lying to me.”

Bucky scowled at the side of Sam’s head. “I lie fine,” he repeated in a grumble. He rinsed the cloth off in the water and then replaced the soap with some antibacterial thing that smelled like mint. As he started to wipe over Sam’s chest again, he leaned forward to get his mouth on his neck again too. Mostly because he wanted to, partially to distract him from the topic at hand.

Sam’s head lolled, looser this time. His closed eyes weren’t so pinched and his eyelashes almost fluttered as his eyes moved back and forth behind his eyelids. “If you don’t wanna talk about it, do you want a distraction?” he offered instead.

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rose7420 · 8 months

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Astarion BG3 G/T Part 3

After taking a relaxing bath, Tav and Astarion join the group as they prepare to continue their journey, which is marked by a few near-death experiences.

Warnings: Mentions of Nudity, Arachnophobia, Language

Part One Part Two Part Three

“You don’t think it’s too deep do you?” Tav asks nervously peering down at the hot spring from the edge of Astarion’s palm. Steam wafts from the pool of water dissipating into the cool morning air.

“Darling a muddy puddle would be too deep for you. But good thing you have me” Astarion says cheekily ignoring Tav’s eye roll. He lowers her to the ground, balancing his weight on his heels until he stands back up to his full height. His toned abdomen reveals itself to the light, each ridge and valley of his stomach catching Tav’s eye as he removes his tunic. She can’t help but gawk at the towering vampire. At ground-level height, he’s akin to a god.

She’d never tell him that though.

He starts to take off his shoes and pants, Tav despite her trust in him steps away in self-preservation. It's hard not to be unnerved by every movement of his as the ground trembles under her feet.

Sheepishly she starts to remove her clothes. She’d already been naked in front of him before when she’d taken an impromptu dip in the stream yet the act of voluntarily removing them without his persistence is flustering.

She strips to her undergarments and peeks up again at Astarion. He’s fully undressed and her face flushes red. Sensing her gaze he catches her eye and smirks. Tav attempts to hide her ogling but it's no use.

“Admiring the view my sweet? Look at you. So small and cute huh?”

“Shut the hell up!” Tav says

“Hmm feisty for someone who could fit in my pocket.”

Tav rolls her eyes watching as he casually steps over her and towards the spring, his bare foot planting itself a few meters away.

She hurriedly strips the rest of her clothes away trying to keep close to him. Being out here at this size frightens her. She skirts around Astarion’s pile of clothes; like a mountain of expensive fabrics. But she's cut to a halt when the ground is replaced by a sheer cliff straight into the pool of water.

She watches Astarion merely step in, the water coming up just below his waist. He lowers himself to dunk his head, popping back up with it drenched and plastered to his skull. He stands back up to his full height and wades over to grab the plethora of hair products he’d hauled in a huge basket.

She looks to him then back down to the water devising the best way to go about this. After a few seconds of contemplation, she scoots to the edge stretching out a tiny leg to see if her toes would even touch the water. Which they don’t.

“Don’t you dare. Let me rinse my hair and I’ll help you.” Astarion's voice cuts through the silence.

“I-I can do it myself you know.” She says not entirely convinced she actually can.

“And what’s the fun in that?” He says popping up from underwater. He wipes the water from his eyes, her gaze catches on his large hands. Veins trickle down his wrist, cascading to his fingers. The very same fingers that soon pluck her from the ground and into his palm.

She doesn’t have time to complain as the heat from the water thaws her bones. She melts into the warmth as he drops his hand so the water descends to chest level for her.

She contentedly lets herself soak in his palm, eyes closed. Only a gentle nudge to her arm gets her eyes to flicker open seeing Astarion hold out a fingertip of soap. She glances up finding his red eyes already upon her. Quietly thanking him, she takes the bit of soap off his fingertip. In her hands though it translates to a handful. Still, she’s grateful he let her borrow some of his. She hadn’t even thought to bring her own. As she began to think about it her tent had been untouched for a couple of days. She hadn’t bothered to visit it since it would be of no use to her currently.

They both return to camp clean and somewhat ready for the day. Her body is strung tight with Astarion’s closeness. How had she been naked in his palm just minutes ago? Karlach passes by hauling boxes to set them in a pile. Everyone’s tent had been taken down save for Astarion’s. Someone had probably taken hers seeing as she was in no shape to do it herself.

Gale walks by noticing the both of them, his expression a momentary glimpse of curiosity before settling into a calm.“We’re packing up to move onwards. Wyll found a village in need of help for quite a bit of coin. I went ahead and got your stuff ready Tav.”

“And not for me? How rude.” Astarion chimes stalking off before she can thank Gale.

The tightness from earlier is replaced by anxiety. In the campsite, she had been lured into a false sense of security. Not even beginning to think about traveling at this size. And what if the group decided she was no longer an asset? And how could she be?

She jerks when something pokes her shoulder, falling onto her back against cushiony skin. Astarion’s sanguine eyes worriedly glance at her as he brings his hand closer to his face; nose close enough to touch.

“What?” She asks.

“Grumpy are we?” He says with a quirk of his brow before lowering his hand to place her on his shoulder. She sighs, grateful he can’t see her here as she leans against his neck. He goes about collecting his things and packing them in his chest and bags. Her eyes glance over to the two bite marks on his neck. Reaching out, she places a hand on the scar; palm sinking into the groove.

“Quit that it tickles,” Astarion says poorly suppressing a shiver. With a smirk, she lightly runs her hand between the two dents laughing when his body convulses. Long, pale fingers pinch her body bringing her to a pocket.

“Hey!” She shouts up at him as he drops her in.

Immediately the space around her darkens, reduced to a small ray of light from above. Surprisingly the pocket isn’t too small. It’s less spacious than a tent but better than a cot.

Astarion shouts for Gale to collect his items using whatever magic he’s been doing to haul their stuff from camp to camp.

His voice is louder here, startling her as it rumbles through her entirely.

It isn’t long until Tav’s eyes start to feel heavy as Astarion and the rest of the group start to walk toward their next destination.

The last thing she remembers is a crimson iris blinking down at her before succumbing to exhaustion.

“What do you mean? That lock would be easy even for a novice with their hands tied Gale. In other words you.” Astarion’s irritated and loud voice wakes Tav. Sitting up and trying to find her bearings is hard in the darkness and she hasn’t a clue what’s going on. She gets to her feet, reaching up on tiptoes to the edge of the pocket only to find the tips of her fingers a ways away from the lip of fabric. Astarion moves again, knocking Tav back down. Grumbling she pushes up off the ground.

“Seems that someone’s awoken...”

The pocket around her darkens and the familiar feeling of two fingers gripping her waist hoists her out into bright midday sun. The fingers release her into his palm, noticing him and Gale in a tense conversation.

There she sees the entire group huddled around in front of a wooden door to a stone cottage.

“Why are we gathered around the door like heathens? Haven't you ever heard of being discreet?” Tav grumbles.

“Why risk someone being in there and an unneeded fight when Tav can slip right under and scope out the place?” Gale ignores her comment.

Astarion scoffs, “You’re serious? That’s unnecessary! She’s two inches tall for heaven's sake!” His voice gets louder and she covers her ears.

“HEY!” She shouts earning everyone’s attention.

“I’m right here so maybe let me make that decision.”

Gale’s face softens and he steps back, “Yes, of course, forgive me for not asking you before. What would you like to do?”

This is her chance to prove she’s still an asset. While the back of her head screams with warnings it feels wrong to let the rest of the group carry her weight.

“I’ll do it. Set me down Astarion.”

“That’s nonsense, you could get killed! One careless move and you’re gone Tav.” His eyes burn with intensity.

Her body’s immediate reaction is rage. How dare he try to tell her what she can do, but she sees the tenderness of his gaze behind that intense persuasion to keep her safe. “I understand you only wish to keep me safe but Gale’s right. Might as well try to be useful at this size. You can’t be the only rogue now can you?” She winks at him.

His expression hardens and she fears that she said the wrong thing until his words are teasing.“Oh darling, I would hate to lose my cherished little blood bag now. Let’s not get over our heads now hmm?”

Her heart flutters at the deep seduction of his voice. He soon sets Tav on the ground by his boots.

Everyone’s boots.

It's unnerving knowing that the entire group towers over her like gods now. Even Lae’zel who had been a little shorter than Tav at her regular height.

“Hey wait don’t you think you need like a weapon?” Karlach says. Tav shrugs, “Only if you have something.” Even a dagger at this point would be larger than a greatsword.

A few moments pass with everyone rummaging through their belongings and coming up empty-handed. Someone clears their throat high above, she assumes it's Astarion when he begins to kneel. In his fingers, he holds what appears to be a sewing needle.

“Oh wow, that’s perfect!” She says taking the needle from his fingers and then laughing at the whole ordeal. A damn sewing needle is like a sword to her now.

“That’s one of my good ones and I expect it back in good condition.” Astarion says leveling her with a look.

“Good luck squirt.” Gale says with a smile

She shoots him a death glare. “I’ll put tree sap in your hair, Gale.”

His expression sobers instantly earning a few snickers from the group.

She walks over to the door finding a small crack in the rain-swollen wood. With a last glance over her shoulder at the group, she climbs inside.

Immediately the smell of rot hits her nose. The smell is familiar being an adventurer and warrior but it doesn’t make it any more pleasant. Instinctively she makes her steps soundless, only to realize even without effort they already are. A smug smile finds its way to her face knowing Astarion would have a fit as he loved to boast about his excellent sneaking skills. Her thoughts travel back to how protective he’d been. It's touching knowing he cared about her.

The room around Tav is dark, only lit by torches meaning someone has been here in the past day. She walks down a hallway until the edge of the wall ends. She peeks around it and finds the area empty. However, what catches her eye is the wooden chest placed in front of a small bed. She knows better than to immediately go for it and chooses to scope out the rest of the small cottage. In the room, there's a small potion table, a fireplace, and a square table. Of course, these are all from the view of a mouse, and even though meant to be small they seem fit for giants.

A taller person would have missed it in the shadows. As she approaches, it looks like what one would call a bear trap. The pressure plate in the middle and a halo of spikes ready to pierce the flesh of some poor thief.

Tav simply walks around it, gazing up at the contraption making a mental note to warn the others when they enter. Letting out a relieved sigh she turns on her heel heading back to the door. The others would be pleased to know there was loot in here and this whole thing showed them she was still an asset.

A scuttling sound perks her senses. She searches for the noise unable to make out where it's coming from. Turning back around, she’s instantly met with the eyes of a gigantic brown spider. The damned thing is bigger than a full-grown owlbear. And a whole lot less cuddly. It hisses, revealing fangs that are a lot less attractive than Astarion’s.

Wait! Attractive?

It charges at her, a bloodcurdling scream escapes her chest and she takes off in a sprint. Each pound of her feet hitting is met by the eight legs gaining on her. Her heart feels as if it might burst from her chest. The door is only a few feet away and Tav can see the hole she slipped in. Wasting no time she climbs the short distance, nearly getting there until something pulls her down by the leg. A sharp pain slices her ankle as her fangs scrape the skin. Another scream escapes her and at this point, she wants to cry. The fear of spiders hasn’t gotten better since she shrunk.

Jerking away from its grasp she finally climbs through the hole. Daylight greets her as she plummets to the dusty ground. She doesn’t stop running though when as she pulls herself up off the ground.

“Spider!” She screams to her companions chancing a glance at the massive boots surrounding her.

They burst into a fit of laughter. She halts.

“This little thing?” Gale says, the spider now levitating.

“Little? I-its fucking huge Gale! And screw all of you for laughing… you try being two damn inches tall!”

Her body still shakes from the fear of being killed by the arachnid. Something brushes her body and she immediately jerks away only realizing it to be Shadowheart’s fingertip.

“Are you okay? It didn’t get you did it?” She asks softly, eyes flickering over her form.

“I’m fine. It got my leg some. Just pick the lock. Watch out for the beartrap in the middle.” She grumbles taking a seat on the ground trying to calm her racing heart. Shadowheart kneels in front of her. “May I?” She points to her leg.

Tav nods.

“I’m sorry they laughed. I know that this whole thing has been hard for you. Not to mention you hate spiders.” She pulls up Tav’s pant leg. With a soft-spoken spell, the skin is unblemished and smooth. Laying out a palm Shadowheart offers to carry her as the others get into the building.

Tav refuses to meet Shadowheart’s eyes as she fidgets with the hem of her shirt. Her breathing slowly returning to normal now that she’s not running for her life.

“You know we're not going to kick you out or anything right?” Shadowheart says.

Tav’s head jerks up to see the cleric looking back at her. “What?”

“I know you think you have to prove yourself to keep a spot here but you don’t. None of us have any issues making sure you’re safe. Were a team. We help each other. Okay?”

With a sigh of relief, Tav nods. “I still want to help… but just no more spiders.”

“No spiders? Deal. Besides we can always send Gale and Astarion for that. The spiders would scatter from their bickering anyways.”

Tav cackles at her friend’s humor.

Does she consider Shadowheart a friend? More importantly, does she consider the entire group as her friends? With a pleasant jolt of realization, she comes to the conclusion that she does.

#giant/tiny #bg3 g/t #astarion #shrunken reader #borrower #g/t writing

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bangtangalicious · 4 years

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fuck me forever | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut fuckboy!jungkook bestfriend!jungkook fwb!au college!au

summary: You’re busy studying but kookie wants to play. Really bad.

warnings: sexual coercion, whiny jungkook...like really whiny. he is OBSESSED with reader’s tits, toxic behavior, manipulation, begging, body worship. a lot of body worship, praise kink, dirty talk, potentially dubcon(?) idk jungkook is being super problematic in this but its subtle, unprotected sex, lots of cursing

word count: 2k

It had been a busy weekend, filled with late night study sessions, numerous coffee runs, and barely any time to breathe. You reclined on the living room couch of your apartment, typing away busily on your laptop, back against the armrest and legs out in front of you. Your feet rested comfortably in the lap of your best friend, Jeon Jungkook, who absentmindedly was caressing up and down your calves. You didn’t mind. Jungkook and you were quite touchy with one another when it was just the two of you. He was like that though. The campus fuckboy. You knew that neither of you were in a place to be in a proper relationship, and that was perfectly okay with you.

Jungkook sighed, placing his own computer away. “Let’s take a break” He whined. You ignored him, too engrossed in finishing your assignment. If you had looked up you would have seen him pouting like a baby. He slowly slid under your arms so that he was laying on top of you as you continued to work, his head fitting perfectly in the crook of your neck. His arms wrapped around you tightly as he nuzzled his face into you and then turned to see what you were working on.

“Take a break y/n”

You chuckled.

“I’m on a roll right now Kook. Don’t interrupt me” Jungkook sighed. He knew there was no convincing you. He continued to remain cuddled up against you as more time passed. He began getting impatient, eager for your attention to fall on him.

“You’ve been working so hard” He mumbled into you softly. “I’m really proud of you” This made you smile. It wasn’t something you heard often, so you couldn’t help but feel elated at his words. You stopped typing so that your hand could gently run through Jungkook’s hair as you stared at the screen in front of you.

“Thanks Kook” You took a deep breath before returning to your grind.

Jungkook pressed his lips ever so slightly against your collar, barely leaving a kiss. It tickled, sending almost a shock through your body. His lips were soft and wet, and felt scorching against your exposed skin.

“I know you’re busy, but can I play with your tits?”

You weren’t sure you had heard him right.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me” You felt him smirk against you. “Please, I won’t do anything I just wanna squeeze them”

You sighed. You reasoned that it wouldn’t pose as too much of a distraction for you, and if it would keep him occupied until you finished, you were willing to indulge him.

“Okay” Not a second was waisted before Jungkook’s hand left your waist and harshly groped your breast, the fabric of your shirt crumpling with his touch. He moans softly, so softly that he didn’t think you heard him. But you did. You definitely did.

He props himself up so that he can use both his hands to massage your breasts, laying across you. You peer over his shoulder, attempting to continue focusing. He drags the collar of your shirt down the center of your neck with his finger, watching as the fabric reveals your cleavage slowly, before allowing him access to your bra. He keeps your shirt pulled down as he traces the lacey detail. His hands become softer now, as he uses his thumbs to rub circles on your nipples. He wants nothing more than to suck them. He wants you to suffocate him with them. He wants to feel them squashed around his dick as he pounds into you.

He instead slips his hands under the bra to feel the hot plump skin beneath them. He lets out much louder moan, not even caring that you heard it. He began playing with them roughly again, squeezing them tight, allowing his fingers to stretch and really get a handful of you. He moved them around, wanting to feel something more. His movements were almost painful, but you tried not to pay attention. What broke you was when you glanced down to see his big doe eyes peering up at you from between them, hands tight around your chest like he was holding on for his life, his eyes blasted with lust and yearning.

“Having fun?” You choked slightly as you spoke as his ministrations continued, trying to appear unaffected. He chuckled.

“I love them so much, fuck you have the best tits y/n. I think about them all the time”

“I always took you for more of an ass guy”

Jungkook finally stopped, getting up to put your laptop away. You didn’t try to stop him. You knew you weren’t going to be able to work now. He then dove back into you, this time his hands finding their way behind you and harshly kneading your ass, pushing you up into him slightly. You felt his hardening length press into your stomach ever so slightly, making your heart race. He began licking the top of your chest.

“I love them both.” He groaned, the vibration of his voice in your chest making your legs twitch. “You’re so perfect. You’re so fucking perfect oh my god” He latched his mouth onto your breast over the fabric of your bra, using his teeth and tongue to get around the fabric so he could suckle you directly.

Now it was your turn to moan, heat pooling between your legs as you unconsciously bucked your hips. His tongue was running rampant against you, the hot sensation driving you insane. He opened his mouth even wider, pulling more of you into his mouth and sucking harshly. His other hand snaked down your body to find your shorts, beginning to pull them down.

With a pop, he left your breast, making you whine at the sudden hit of cold air on your nipples. He helped you undress quickly, then sat upright for a moment, just staring down at you, his eyes moving over your naked body like a vulture. He licked his lips.

“I wanna fuck you” He exhaled.

“Really, I couldn’t tell” Your sarcasm wasn’t cute to him. Not right now. And that only made you want to tease him more. Still fully clothed, he lowers himself back onto you and looks you straight in the eye, face hovering barely inches fro yours.

“Please y/n. Please. Fuck. This is all I want. I don’t want to do anything else. Fuck studying, fuck everything, I just wanna fuck you. Over and over and over again until I can’t anymore. I want to die buried in your sweet sweet pussy. I want you to ride my cock forever” He was panting almost feverishly. His words, while turning you on, were somewhat concerning, but you knew he was probably just really horny.

“Jungkook…not now…I really need to finish my paper. You said you would just play with my tits” You did want to fuck him. But the logical part of your brain was telling you to save rewards for when you deserved them, and right now, you had other things you needed to take care of that were more important than Jungkook’s raging hormones.

Jungkook looked like he was either about to start crying or punch something. His jaw clenched at your refusal, knowing that he had to listen but wanting you so incredibly bad.

“Okay” He exhaled backing away. “Yeah, um” His chest was heaving and you could see sweat forming at his forehead. He tried to look anywhere but at you. He swallowed, trying to get his heart rate to calm down.

But he just couldn’t do it. He pulled his shirt off and wrapped his arms around you again. “Please. Can I just…I’ll be super fast, can I just…a little?” His sentences were incoherent. It was turning you on how bad he wanted you. “Five minutes? Pleaseeee” He whined. You sighed, looking at the boy in front of you. His toned muscles not helping your decision making.

“Y/n I might actually die. Like I will explode if I don’t get to shove myself inside of you right now. Please please please”

You say nothing, moaning slightly as Jungkook kicks off his sweats so you can feel the direct contact of his tip against your wet folds.

“Baby…fuck…you’re so wet baby, I know you want to. I…I’ll be quick okay. Just let me get off this one time”

“Jungkook” You moan again as his hand guides his tip to make circles in your clit.

Something in him snaps, and the next thing you know his hand is around your neck and his dick is entering you.

“Jungkook! What the fuck!”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry” Jungkook was panting. He filled you up completely until he was flush against you. He stilled for a moment, fearfully looking in your eyes for a reaction.

“I’m not a fucking toy you can’t just put your dick inside me because you’re feeling horny” You snapped at him.

“I know. I know. I’m sorry…I just…” He really didn’t have anything to say. You realized then that you were wrong. To him, you were like a toy. Someone there to pound into when he felt the need.

And somehow.

You kinda liked that.

You pushed his hair behind his ear and cupped his cheek softly. His eyes widened as you kissed him softly.

“It’s okay. Take your time. Fuck me as long as you want to”

“A…are you sure?”

You nodded, and to make sure he believed you, you pulled his face down in between your breasts. He groaned, gripping your ass again and starting to move in and out of you slowly. He made sure to savor every second he was in your dripping cunt.

“Do you know” He exhales, “do you even know how fucking HOT you are? Do you know what you do to me?” The obscene sounds of his slow grinding filled the room, harmonizing with both of your soft moans. Your nails scratched against his back as you tilted your head back, basking in the feeling of the way his cock goes in and out and in and out. Jungkook reaches back up to cover your mouth with his. Kissing you tenderly, like he had all the time in the world.

He breaks away just to gaze at you, stilling his movements. You furrow your brows in confusion. His thumb traces the side of your face as his eyes gleam with adoration.

“I love seeing you like this y/n” He carefully slides out to sit up, kneeling above your body, gazing at your every crevice. “How did I get so lucky” He whispered more to himself than anything.

He stokes himself with one hand while the other finds your clit, driving you to your edge. “I’m gonna cum on your tits. I’m gonna cum all over you because you’re mine. Fucking goddess, you’re the hottest girl in the world. I could just” He lets out an aggressive moan, his hands moving faster, “So fucking pretty. So fucking hot holy shit” He’s going as fast as he can now, words falling apart as he whines towards his release, “So fuck pretty fuck all mine” Just when you think he’s about to cum all over you he shoves himself back into you thrusting furiously.

“Jungkook!” You scream. You weren’t on the pill, and he very much did not have a condom on. “Stop”

“No…no…fuck…you’re so hot. You’re so hot y/n please please. I…I love you…please I need you so bad. Let me please…say it…tell me its okay. tell me you want my cum”

You were so shocked and confused, but his thrusting was preventing you from thinking clearly.

Just give in You think to yourself. You’ll like it more if you stop fucking thinking so much

As if he hears your thoughts, he slows down to a stop and looks at you. “If you really want me to pull out I will” His eyes looked so sincere that you couldn’t possibly deny him. You shook your head.

“You’re right…it’s okay…it’s probably fine”

Jungkook paused, as if a realization just hit him and his demeanor shifted entirely.

“Are you sure?”

You nod.

“Do you like it? Do you feel good?”

You nod. He strokes your face again, tracing your lips before biting him with his own. “Mmm” He moans into your mouth loudly as he hands push your legs up around his waist. “So fucking sweet. I can’t get enough of you” He starts making small thrusts, but forceful ones. It hurt but it felt so good at the same time. He doesn’t leave your lips for a second, as he continued to moan dirty things straight into you.

“You feel so good. So damn good. You don’t even know how many guys would kill for this. Best.” His thrusts get harsher with every word, “Pussy. I’ve. Ever. Fucked. My. Sexy. Little. Whore. All. Mine. Could. Fuck you. Forever.” His words speed up hectically, his body losing control as both of you arrive at your peaks, “FUCK, baby baby baby” He kisses your lips with a smack, “Say it’s mine baby. Say it’s only for me. Only I can fuck you like this.” He cries out in ecstasy. Seeing him so fucked out and gone turns you on and you feel your orgasm wash over you, pussy clenching down tightly, causing him to yelp. “Oh my godddd” You finally notice the way your bead is creaking loudly under Jungkook’s loud moans. His cum shoots inside you, filling you up in a way you had never experienced before. He drops down onto you, his arms on either side of your head and his face in your neck, softly nibbling.

“That was so good” He can barely even get his words out through his heavy breaths. His cock is still inside you, “You’re incredible” He kisses you again, softly, adoringly.

“Kook?”

“Mmhm” He answers between kisses.

“Do you like me?”

“Of course I do baby” He murmurs, clearly not taking much mind to your questions.

“No like, you kept saying I’m yours and things like that” He pauses to look at you.

“You are mine” He kisses your forehead, “I care about you. You know that. But I’m not proud of who I am. And I can’t drag you down with me. God, I would fuck you forever and ever if I could y/n. I would love you, I...I do...but I can’t. I’m pathetic. You deserve better” He sighed. Your heart wrenched. Looking at the boy in front of you now, those comforting eyes who were always there. Your heart swelled with emotion as you realized that maybe there was something more here.

“Do it” You barely whispered, causing Jungkook to tremble at the tone of your voice.

“What..?”

“Fuck me again. And again. Until we can’t stand”

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eleteo125 · 3 years

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Neck Tie: Leona Kingscholar

AO3 Link

Leona Kingscholar x fem!reader

How would they use neck ties in times of your intimacy?

A/N: yea I uh.....I wrote this hmmmm. Anyway I hope you guys enjoy it tho haha.

Word Count: 3k

Smut R18

Leona has just returned from a meeting with the dorm leaders about an upcoming event gala taking place at NRC where they discussed on the theme of the event. It’s been decided that shall be a formal event for students. Now admittedly, that’s the only information Leona has retained since he couldn’t even be bothered to care on why the event is being held in the first place. Right now the only thing in his mind is to get his well deserved rest in his room.

But alas he could never have anything good in his life. His peaceful was unceremoniously interrupted by you barging in to his room without so much as a warning, walking in as if you owned the place. He would have mauled at you if you weren’t his beloved who he was willing to tolerate, and sometimes maybe even spoil.

You heard about the event from Riddle telling all about it to Trey who you were hanging out with. As soon as you heard about it, you excused yourself and headed straight to Professor Divus Crewel to ask him advice on what you should wear. Instead of advice you ended up being fitted and a dress in hand. As you were about to leave, he asked you if you were going with someone o the event. Naturally, you answered the name of your beloved yet lazy boyfriend Leona.

Divus let out a hum as he pondered. The professor offered some suits that would match with your dress and asked you to have Leona try them on and ask him if there are any adjustments he would like.

And now here you are in his room trying to get him out of bed to get him to dress up.

“Come on, get up! It’ll only take a moment to try them on.” You claimed as you tried to push him off the bed, but he purposely made himself heavier refusing to leave his comfortable position.

“Only a moment, my ass. You brought like what, 10 suits for me to try? Pass.” He grumbled as he slumped back into bed.

You pouted “I have no idea how Ruggie deals with you every day.” You laid down on him and started to pepper his face with kisses.

“Get off of me.” Leona groaned in protest all the while shifting you so that you’re seated on his lap.

“More kisses when you try them on!” you offered as you continued to peck at his cheeks. Leona sat up and buried his face in your neck, you can feel the faint kisses he gave you. “Being cuddly won’t get you out of this Leona. Do this for me. You’ll have all my attention after this.”

Leona let out a groan as he got up and picked up a random suit. “If you wanted to see me undress you could’ve just asked.” He looked at you with a smirk “No need for any of this mental gymnastics.”

You gawked at his claim “E-excuse me?!?!”

Leona laughed at your surprised expression before proceeding to undress in front of you. “Woah woah Leona!”

“Where do you expect me to dress, I dress in my room.” He teased as he continued to undress having his top off already.

You buried your face in one of his pillows from the flustering sight. But a little peek from time to time wouldn’t hurt would it? As you took a peek, you can tell that Leona is aware of your watchful eyes as he flaunts himself while dressing.

Once he was done, he called for you. When you looked at him, you couldn’t help but raise a questioning eyebrow at him. His dress shirt wasn’t buttoned fully, and not tucked in his pants. “You know how to dress right?”

“Of course I do. I’m just trying them on, it’s not like I’m going out in them.” He argued while plopping down next to you on his bed.

“No, no, no, the point of a fitting is to see how it’ll look on you when worn properly!”

“Cut me some slack, at least I tried one of the suits already.”

You stood up and placed your hands on your waist. “Leona you’re lucky I didn’t have to drag you all the way to Professor Crewel’s office for this fitting, now be a good kitty and dress yourself properly.”

Leona only stared at you in response. “Leona please! I just wanna see my handsome boyfriend in formal wear and I promised to give you my undivided attention after this, please!” you pleaded.

Leona stood up then gave your lips a peck before tidying up the messily worn suit. Leona took his time with it but by the time he was done, you couldn’t help but ogle. And Leona being himself, indulged in your attention.

You were about to comment on how it looks on him until you saw his unbuttoned shirt. “”Hey uhm, I think you missed a spot.” You pointed at his chest.

“You know how I feel with these kinds of shirt; I don’t even fully button up my uniform.”

You looked at the forsaken tie and picked it up. “Could you put this on? I wanna see what you look like.”

“Hell no, that shit is suffocating.”

You reached to his chest and started to close it up. “Just for a minute, haven’t seen you wear one before.”

Leona took hold of your hand when he noticed that you were about to wrap the tie around his neck. Him taking hold of your hand Is a challenge in your eyes and Leona took note of the mischievous look in your eye before ducking away from your other hand as you tried to wrap the tie around him.

Your insistence resulted in you chasing Leona around his room neck tie in hand with you giggling up a storm finding the sight of a big bad lion running away from his girlfriend. You even caught a glimpse of Leona smiling throughout the chase.

“Here kitty kitty, harness training isn’t that bad.” you teased as you lunged for him. But the animal instinct on Leona helped him to easily evade your attack. And now you’re collapsed on his bed.

“Tsk, you’re pushing your luck here, herbivore.” He warned not appreciating being called a ‘kitty’.

You tried to get up from the bed but your hands failed to support you up because now it was tangled with the tie. Your fall on the bed somehow got your hands to be stuck like this. You started fiddling with the tie to get it off of you, the act not really implying anything but not in Leona’s eyes.

The sight of you in his bed with your hands bound as you struggled with it and you still catching your breath from chasing him brought out some very strong feelings from him. You looked like a freshly captured prey waiting to be devoured. And naturally, he a born predator is drawn to you and started to slowly stalk towards your direction.

You who is still busy with trying to detangle the tie from you, are unaware of your boyfriend’s sudden arousal asked him “Hey Leona think you could help me with this?” So when Leona took hold of your hands, you happily let him do whatever he wanted but was surprised when you find yourself being pushed to lay down on the bed.

You let out a yelp in surprise “L-leona?” When you looked at him, you saw his very dilated eyes with an expression he would always don whenever you two were about to be intimate. “What’s gotten into you?” you were confused on the reason why he’s suddenly aroused but your thoughts were interrupted when Leona leaned down for a kiss.

Anytime Leona is being openly affectionate is a moment you are willing to welcome anytime, but this kiss seemed to be more on the rough side leading you to believe that you’re not leaving his room with fully functioning legs.

When he pulled away from the kiss, a giggle came out of you. “You’re awfully excited.” Leona ignored you and dived for your neck nipping and licking all the sensitive spots he has memorized over the time. Your little whimpers and mewls spurs the lion in him to keep going and occasionally giving hard bites.

As he busied himself in your neck, you tried to move your hand to thread it through his long hair but failed to do so when Leona held your hands in place above your head, pinning it in place “Leona, let me—“

“No.” he growled giving your neck a long lick before sitting up. “You’re gonna lie there like my good little girl and take everything very thing I can dish out. Now…” he pulled you up to a sitting position and detached the tangled tie on your hand allowing you to soothe your wrist. Once you were finished, he took hold of your hand and began to properly tie your hand up using the neck tie with him making sure that it’s tight enough for you not to get out of but also not tight enough to be able to harm you.

Leona leaned for a kiss when he was finished and this kiss was soft and gentle. The calm before the storm that was about to come. You tried your best to caress his cheek during the kiss as best as you could with your tied up hand. Leona deepened his kiss when he felt the gentleness you provided by that lone hand. Leona may crave your gentleness, but right now, being gentle is far from either of your minds.

As the two of you made out, you felt Leona maneuver you into position in his bed. Your attention was too occupied by his lips that you failed to notice that he lifted your bound hands towards the headboard and tied it up there. You only noticed when you tried to hug him in the midst of your kiss.

Leona took advantage of your bound state so he began to kiss at your neck licking one of the bite marks he inflicted earlier. But Leona is hungry for more. He started to go further down, trailing kisses from your neck to your chest and started to fondle your chest playing with your nipples which started to harden from the attention Leona is giving them.

You were startled when Leona suddenly started to lick and suck at your hardened nipples, you squirmed from the stimulus under him. He used his hips to pin your hips to the bed, limiting your movement “I told you be a good girl and take everything.”

“Leona…please…” you pleaded before grinding your hips against his. His hand snaked down your body and into your underwear where he felt your very wet nether regions.

Leona chuckled at his discovery and continued to rub at your clit and teasing his finger at your entrance. “So you like being under my control huh?”

“Babe, when have I ever denied you of doing whatever you want to me?”

“I guess I’m that irresistible to you.”

“You’re the one who couldn’t get your hands off me, who’s the irresistible one here?” you challenged.

Leona scoffed and gave you a deep and rough kiss, nipping a little bit as his form of answer from your question. The feeling of his breath on your face and his little grunt as he kissed you is enough to drive you into frenzy. The eagerness of your kiss has Leona yearning for more.

After your breathtaking kiss, Leona sat up and took off the restrictive clothing on him as quickly as he could. And as he does so, you got yourself a free show of your boyfriend frantically undressing himself with the knowledge that you’re the reason he’s behaving like that.

As soon as he’s out of his clothes, he started trailing kisses down from your neck, through your chest, lingering on your tummy, and eventually his face hovered over your nether regions. You saw Leona lick his lips as he looks at your wet and glistening pussy, like a dehydrated lion finally finding an oasis in the vast desert.

You fully expected for him to instantly bury his face between your legs, but what he ended up doing is peppering your thighs with kisses and him trailing down slowly only to ignore your throbbing arousal as he trailed kisses on your other thigh. You whined and tried to lift your hips to meet his face but Leona held you down firmly on the bed as he continued his teasing.

Leona kept looking at you as he continued to litter your thighs with kisses, bites, and hickeys making sure that you’re watching him. You pulled at your restrained hands, trying your chances of getting out so you can just grab him and shove his face between your legs, but your restraints kept you in place. Leona sure has some skill when it comes to tying you up, maybe you can explore this skill of his with more rope in the future.

In the midst of your thoughts, Leona’s tongue suddenly licked up a long strip on your slit bringing you back into the reality that you are under the mercy of your boyfriend.

When Leona looked back at you while kissing your thighs, he noticed that you’re lost in thought which annoyed him. So he decided to take you by surprise and decided to give you what you’ve been asking for. And naturally it worked wonders as you gasped in surprise and looked at him with an incredulous look mixed with an aroused one.

“You like that?”

You nodded aggressively “Y-yes please keep going.” You breathed out.

Leona sat up pulling away from between your legs “I don’t buy it when you can drift off to dream land while receiving it.”

You struggled against your restraints once again trying to pull him down on you again. “N-no I loved it! Please keep going, I need it Leona!” you panted

“Oh?” Leona looked down at you, observing your struggling form just for his attention. He wanted to jump on you so bad, ravage you until you can’t walk anymore. But he figured that can wait, you two have ll day after all. Not to mention, he loves the reactions you would let out whenever he teased you. He’ll take his time with you, indulging in the pleasure and comfort you can offer.

“Leona!” you bellowed before wrapping your legs around his hips trying to pull him onto you to continue his pleasurable acts.

He chuckled at your desperation before relenting and burying his face between your legs once again. The sigh of relief you let out almost sounded like a moan mixed with a whine which actually turned into loud moaning as you felt Leona’s tongue flick at your clit repeatedly.

Leona’s routine is to lick a long strip flick your clit, and tease his tongue in your entrance. And as he does so, his piercing green eyes kept a watchful gaze on your reactions that just turns him on even more thus driving him to eat you out more intensely so as to pull the same reaction from you.

Your hips kept moving around so Leona was prompted to hold you down lifting your legs over his shoulders at the same time. When you took a peek at Leona between your legs, you let out a loud mewl when you saw Leona’s intense gaze on you. His intense green eyes somehow added to your arousal and brought you closer to orgasm. You even caught a glimpse of his mouth moving as he ate you out.

The sight between your legs is undoubtedly sexy, but you can’t help but find Leona’s ears undulating as he sucked at your clit adorable. But he completely took you by surprise when you felt a finger was inserted inside of you. He made sure to have you watch him. When you looked away he pulled both his finger and mouth away from you, only continuing when you look at his eyes.

So you had to keep eye contact, not even you closing your eyes escapes him. But when you managed to hold his stare for a while, he added another finger inside of you and started to curl his fingers in a come hither’ motion, allowing him to reach a very stimulating spot inside you. That and the combination o him sucking on your clit brought you to a very intense climax with you shouting out his name that you were a little concerned that his dorm mates might have heard you.

But that isn’t a problem in Leona’s eyes, it’s just another goal in his checklist crossed off, to make sure everyone knows that only he can elicit such a reaction from you and that no one can rival him when it comes to you.

He cleaned off every drop from you, and every time he passes your clit, he can feel your thighs shake a little. After he licked every drop from you, he couldn’t get enough of the taste of you so he decided to suck you out even more.

When you felt him not leave your cunt alone and then started to eat you out again, you let out a yelp in surprise when his mouth never left your pussy. “Leona, th-that’s too much, give me a minute.”

He growled at you and the vibrations from said growl only brought more bliss on your end “I told you to take everything like a good little girl, so you’re gonna take this like a good little girl.” He said before burying his face in your pussy again.

“O-oh Leona, this is too much.” Your legs started to flail as if trying to get him off you.

“Just how you like it.” Leona nuzzled his nose on your clit like how you do it whenever you ride his face. “Come on little mouse, you want this to stop? Just say the word. Simple as that.”

You squirmed under him, but chose to stay silent. “Didn’t think so.” He said with a smug grin before diving back in. He never left your pussy until he felt your thighs start to shake, that’s when he pulled away preventing you from cumming.

You whined in protest from having your orgasm be denied so suddenly. Leona climbed up so that he’s face to face to you again. He kissed you letting you taste yourself as he shoved his tongue inside of your mouth making sure he explored every nook and cranny before pulling away.

“Leona—“

“You want more?”

“Y-yes please! Let me cum please!”

“How do you like this!” he grunted as he suddenly inserted his stiff cock inside of you. The sudden intrusion brought you to another orgasm. “Liked it a little too much huh?” he said as he watched you recover from your recent high.

Once he saw signs of you recovering, he started to slowly push himself even more, slowly. You still being overstimulated, tried to pull your hips away from him. But with no space to retreat to and the fact that you’re trapped between Leona’s hips and the bed, your attempt was futile. Eventually, Leona has successfully buried himself to the hilt inside you, with him sighing in pleasure from the sensation of your walls hugging him tightly.

“Hng! Your pussy sure loves to swallow up my cock. Did you miss me being in you, I sure did.” He started to slowly pull in and out of you rolling his hips at the same time stimulating your already overstimulated clit along with his dick sliding in you. Eventually Leona settled in a pretty average pace and thrusting up hard enough to have you bounce along his thrusts.

“Leona, slow down a little.” You mumbled. You’re just a moaning mess underneath him, having trouble just piecing together coherent sentences.

“What was that? Didn’t hear you clearly.”

“S-sl-slow do—“

“Don’t slow down? Anything for you, my mouse.” He said with a smirk knowing full well what you meant. And as he said, he quickened his pace further. But him settling for a faster pace resulted in him having to thrust into you more rougher. His thrusts were so powerful that he caused his bed to creak and his headboard to start hitting the wall.

He looked at your wrists to check if the tie started to burn you, it didn’t but he decided to free you from it nonetheless. You looked at him a little confused and he explained “Fucking you won’t feel complete without you clawing at my back.” He leaned down to your ear and whispered “Mark me as yours.”

That was enough to get you to hold on to his back. With every thrust of his, your grip on his back get tighter and tighter and your nails starting to leave a mark, maybe even drawing a little blood from your scratches.

“Ah!” he winced as your nails started to break skin “For an herbivore, you scratch like a predator.” He said through gritted teeth. Not of pain but of pleasure. “Or…” he leaned down to your ear “You’re a prey backed in the corner getting desperate.”

As much as you would love to talk back to him, the overwhelming pleasure he keeps delivering prevents you from doing so. So the only response you were able to give him was a jumble of words that only came out as moans trying your best to keep your composure under Leona’s barrage of thrusts.

Throughout your session, the sound of Leona’s heavy breathing and grunts were directed onto your ear which you can tell was purposeful since Leona is fully aware of his effect on you. And at this moment, it was the last straw on the camel’s back as that was what drove you into climax, moaning out his name as you rode out your high.

Leona kept pounding into you after your orgasm taking advantage on the feeling of you tightening around him aiding him on his chase of his own climax. Considering how overstimulated you were from past orgasms, him not stopping caused you to be turned on again.

Leona buried his face on your shoulder and gave you a bite as he released his load into you with a moan. And the feeling of his warm cum drove you into your very last orgasm.

Leona stayed hovered above you as he took his time to catch his breath before slumping beside you and then pulling you into a hug cuddling you. You in turn laid your head on his chest and started to feel up his pecs and abs. “Enjoying yourself?”

“I did”

He chuckled at your response before giving a heartfelt kiss. He settled himself preparing for a good sleep but before he could even drift off…

“You still need to do that suit fitting.”

Leona only groaned in response.

“You can’t fuck your way out of this one.”

Leona groaned even louder. He hugged you to him tightly. Maybe if you don’t get up to force him he doesn’t have to do it.

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i-have-a-wonky-eye-too · 3 years

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Chris Evans x virgin!reader

This isn't a series (yet), just the first one shot from the same mini verse. You don't need to read part 2, but you can!

>Part 2>

Warnings: 18+ readers, smut, swearing, oral (f-receiving), fingering, breast play?, loss of virginity, protected!sex, m/f, age gap but not specified (reader of age)

Chris was in love with you. As he sat watching you talk to his mother and his family throughout the night, smiling and laughing, having light debates and being your general wonderful self, Chris realised, even though your relationship with Chris was farly new, he loved you.

You'd only lived in Boston about a year or so, and as a way to make friends after a couple of months, your neighbours invited you to a BBQ. That's where you met Chris' brother, Scott. Over the following months your friendship grew and before you knew it, Scott had convinced you to let him set you up on a date with his brother. It was definitely a shock when you walked into the coffee shop and realised who exactly Scott's brother, and your date was.

"Would you like to come in?" You whispered against Chris' lips as the two of you stood at your front door later that night.

Chris pulled back from you with a lazy smile, brushing his fingers against your forehead, moving your hair. "It's getting late, sweetheart."

You nodded, "I know, but, I thought you could, maybe, spend the night." You looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes. "I, I've been thinking... That, I... I'm ready." You whispered, your fingers stroking over Chris' chest.

Chris' eyes widen at first in surprise before he broke out into a softer smile. "You serious, baby girl? I don't want you doing this for me."

You shook your head, "No, I know, but... Tonight, meeting your family and seeing the way you kept, smiling at me," You blushed, smiling bashfully at him as Chris also blushed. He hadn't thought you'd noticed him. "It made me realise that, I... Want to share this, first, with you, and no one else... I, love you, Chris."

Chris' heart filled with so much love and his eyes watered as he broke out into a giant grin. He reached up and cupped your face, crashing his lips against yours in a loving kiss, pressing you against your front door. He pulled back with a satisfied hum, making you giggle at him. "I love you too." He whispered.

You nodded, reaching up to brush his small tears away. "Will you come in?"

Chris nodded, "Of course, baby." He leaned in to give you one final kiss before allowing you to open the door.

You stepped inside, only for to Chris quickly bend down and pick you up bridal style, kicking the door shut.

"A bit of warning would have been nice." You playfully scolded Chris, giggling as he carried you.

"I'm being romantic." He chuckled. He carried you into your bedroom and gently placed you back on your feet. He carefully reached up and held your face between his large hands as he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours in a loving kiss. He pulled back with a smile, "We can go as slow or as fast as you like, baby. Okay?"

You nodded with a smile, "Okay."

With one more kiss, together you began to undress. Every other piece of clothing you'd share a kiss or press one to a newly exposed piece of skin. Your fingertips trailed across Chris' chest and over his shoulders as Chris ran his hands over your waist and up your back. With ease, Chris unclipped your bra, letting your breasts fall free.

Your head fell back as Chris cupped each of your breasts, leaning down and kissing your neck in the right spot, making you moan.

"You're so beautiful, baby." He let out a breathy moan against your neck. He moved his head and flicked his tongue over one of your nipples before taking it into his mouth.

"Oh," Your mouth fell open as you threaded your fingers through his hair. "Chris,"

He stood up straight with a smile. "Can I taste you, baby?"

"Always." You grinned up at him excitedly.

You may be a virgin, but you weren't a prude. You and Chris had shared quite a few intermet moments with each other. You'd had the pleasure of not only having Chris' mouth bringing you pleasure, but you'd also brought him pleasure with yours.

Chris carefully laid you down on your bed before pulling your already damp panties off, throwing them over his shoulder with a smirk. "So, beautiful." He pushed your knees apart and leaned in, running his tongue up the length of your slit.

Chris slowly licked and sucked your core, moaning against you as he enjoyed his most favorite meal, his large ehamds kneading your thighs. Your eyes rolled back and your fingers tugged at Chris' hair. His tongue swirled around your clit before dipping inside your dripping slit, tongue fucking you as his fingers dug into the round of your ass cheeks.

A deep, drawn out moan left your mouth as Chris sucked your clit between his pink lips as he inserted two of his thick fingers.

"Fuck, baby," Chris moaned against you, "I love your pussy."

"Chris, I-" Your back arched as you pushed Chris' face closer to you. Your eyes rolled back as Chris fingered you and sucked your clit hard. "Yes!" You cried out, cuming hard around Chris' fingers.

Chris drank everything up, loving your sweet taste. You let out a soft whimper as Chris withdrew his fingers. "Good girl," He smiled breathlessly as he took in your post-orgasmic state. "How you feel, baby?"

You hummed, stretching your arms up and ran your fingers through your hair, grinning to yourself. "Wonderful." You let out a small giggle.

Chris grinned down at you. "Want to carry on, sweetheart? We don't hav-"

"Please!" You pushed yourself up, sliding your hand over his shoulder and up the back of his neck. "I need you." You whispered.

Chris smiled lovingly before pressing his lips against yours. "You've got me." He whispered then crashed his lips against yours. It was all tongue and teeth as he laid you back down, his large hands holding you.

Your gaze burned into Chris' skin as you watched him rid himself of his boxers before moving over to your bedside table to grab the condoms you bought in preparation. Your mouth watered at the sight of him handling himself.

"You're drooling, doll." Chris smirked as he settled between your legs.

You shut your mouth quickly and looked away, feeling your face begin to blush.

Chris pinched your chin and raised your head so you'd look at him. "Ready, baby?" He whispered, lightly kissing the corner of your lips.

You nodded, "Ready." You panted.

Chris pressed his lips firmly against yours before slipping his tongue between your lips. As he devoured your mouth, trailing his finger tips down your neck and down the front of your chest teasingly slow, he used his other hand to guide his hard cock between your lower lips.

"Shh," Chris whispered as the head of his cock pushing inside you. You let out a startled gasp. He could feel your whole body tense. "I need ya' to relax, baby." He whispered and slowly trailed his lips across your cheek and below your ear.

Chris knew where to kiss to make your body tingle. He ran his tongue up the length of your neck before he lightly bit and sucked, leaving marks across your skin. He smirked victoriously as you moaned, relaxing under him and arched your back, allowing to sink further inside your wet core.

Chris held you close, all the time kissing and whispering praises in your ear. Slowly, you felt the pain subside and the pleasure build deep inside you. You both let out a deep, pleasured moans as he settled himself fully inside you.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you're so fucking tight." Chris pressed his face against the side of your face. "Tell me when you're ready, baby."

You nodded taking a deep breath. "Okay..." You let out a soft sigh, squeezing your arms around Chris' body. "You can move." You whispered, pressing your lips against the side of Chris' face. "Please,"

As Chris began to pull his thick cock out of your warmth, you squeezed your thighs around his waist and dug your nails into skin, you could feel every inch of him. Chris soothed you with praises, pressing his plump lips against your temple as your moans got a little breathier.

"Fuck, baby," He panted, "Feel s'good..."

"M-more... Please, Chris," You moaned quietly.

"What?" He pushed himself up so he could see your pretty face. He watched your mouth fall open as he pushed a little harder, "Tell me what you want, sweetheart."

You moaned, lifting your hips to meet Chris'. "More, please."

Chris pushed himself up so he was hovering above you, spreading his knees so he pushed your legs closer to your chest before slowly picking up the pace.

"Fuck!" You cried out, your hands wrapping around Chris' wrists as he began to fuck you.

"Open your eyes." Chris spoke firmly. Your eyes shot open and met his lust blown gaze. "Good girl." He smirked. The new dynamic caused your pussy to clench around Chris' cock. "Oh... Fuck, you like that, hmm?" He pushed a little harder.

You nodded biting your bottom lip.

Chris' eyes fell to your chest as your tits bounced with his harsh thrusts. He licked his lips and looked back up as your mouth fell open and let out a strangled gasp. Your walls tightened around him again.

"God damn!" Chris barked. His breath caught in his throat as you ran a hand down his side and over his hip until you let it rest on his ass cheek. "Feel good, baby?"

"Yes..." You slipped your other hand behind his hand and pulled him down into a passionate kiss that was all tongue and teeth.

Chris blindly slipped a hand between your bodies and pressed his thumb against your throbbing clit. Your nails dug into his skin as you pulled back and cried out pleasure. Your walls clamping around his cock as you came. Chris' face contorted in pleasure as he delivered a couple more harsher thrusts, working you through your orgasm before he came.

You weren't sure how long the two of you laid tangled in your sheets. You didn't care. You were happy, and content on just being there with Chris.

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goldenharystyles · 3 years

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Punishment part-2

warnings; - dom harry, wax play, electro-shock play, dirty talk, ropes, toys, bad words, edging, bondage, whipping. 18+ .........9 years age gap (Yana is 9 years younger) send me requests and concepts please hope you enjoy 😊.

Harry’s pov;-

Yana and I had our dinner and right now we are watching an episode of friends. I’m letting her rest a bit so she can take so much more. She is in my lap, half, she is on my side, head on my chest hand wrapped around my waist, and legs upon mine. She does this when she is tired or when she knows I’m tired or mat at her.

''Harry'' she said' 'hmm'' I mumberld

‘’Are you mad or upset with me?'' She asked picking her head from my chest to look at me. the sadness in her voice

‘’A little yeh’, but more like disappointed’’I said without looking at her. I can see from the corner of my eyes she was holding back tears. Yana is a very sensitive person, she devotes herself to me, she believes in me so much even I don’t believe in myself that much. I don’t think someone has ever loved me as much as she loves me. She’ll be all upset when I’m upset or even when she is sad and I’m happy she’ll be all happy. In this generation where I thought I’ll never really find anyone yana came into my life and filled me with love, so much love. She is always, always there for me. There is no single movement where I needed a shoulder to cry or celebrate something or needed a solution to some situation and yana wasn’t there. She is an old soul just like me, only wants to love nothing else in return. I hope she knows I love her more than anything in this world and I heartily appreciate everything she does for me.

She knows I like control in bed and she trusts me with her soul with that.

‘’I’m really sorry harry’’she said with a trembling voice.

‘’It’s fine’’I was a little disappointed but it’s not like it was so much of a deal. We both know I was just enjoying and I know she was sorry as soon as I asked about breaking my rule. I could see it in her eyes, they were teary but she didn’t cry.

‘’ I know it’s not fine. and that you’re unhappy too. I should have waited for you’’she was looking at me

‘’You’re taking the punishment for it, aren’t you? So it’s ok.’’I said truthfully

‘’I know I’m. But- I- I- Am just sorry’’she dropped her head a little. she never makes eye contact with me especially when I’m angry she gets scared it’s not that I scare her trust me it’s just she finds it hard.

‘’It’s ok love.’’I look at her I know if I don’t take her in my arms now she’ll start crying so I took her I’m my arms and kissed her all over her face.

‘’I love you harry’’she hugged me.

‘’ I love you more my love and I’m not upset with ya’. Alright? Don’t feel bad about it. Think about how you took your punishment. My strong girl. I’m so proud of ya’’I said and hugged her tight. We sat like that for another 10 minutes

10 min later;-

‘’ I’m ready’’she said suddenly

‘’Um- what’’I asked confusingly

‘’ I- um ready for whatever you have in mind’’her voice slow like perfect submissive, but I don’t want her to feel like submissive I just want control I don’t like when she looks down or speaks slowly. I want my girl to enjoy instead of taking what I am giving

‘’ Bub why are you talking to me in a slow voice and why is your head down instead of up, you’re very confident, than the way this?I asked rubbing her back for her comfort.

‘’ It’s just i.. I feel guilty. Like I’ve been caught, which I have but I’m like…guilty.’’She said looking up at me then immediately she looked down in her lap. I swear I saw her teary eyes and it breaks my heart.

‘’No need to feel bad love. And no need to cry too. You said you’re ready yeh’?She nodded

‘’then go to the red room and wait for me’’I said giving her a big smileShe didn’t smile back‘’bub if you’re gonna be like that then we are not doing anything,’’I added

‘’ No no no I’m-… I wanna go and see what have in store for me, let’s see what Mr. styles have got’’ she smiled and winked

‘Ahh- really huh call me Mr.styles one more time I dare you baby girl’’I grabbed her taking both of her wrists in one hand and tickling her

‘’ ahhh harry no, stop..stop’'

‘’Nah- uh uh I’m not stopping and I was thinking too that what should I add to your punishment’’I started ticking her harder

‘’ Ohh sorry I’m gonna pee harry stop. fuck’’she laughed

‘’ Whoah shameless child, you’ve got dirty mouth love’’I gasped dramatically

‘’ You’re acting like a child and you’ve got a filthier mouth, baby boy. And please stop I’m really gonna pee’’she pleaded to laugh

‘’We are not even started and you are begging to stop what a shame’’I teased she narrowed her eyes and laughed. There she is back to herself finally laughing I love her like this.

‘’We’ll see about that’’she winked knowing she’ll lose as always

‘’ Challenging me, my love?’’I raised my eyebrow. She nodded

‘’we’ll see when you’re begging me to stop and when you beg I’ll do it more so next time when you challenge me you’ll think ’’she stared at me. She clenched her thighs‘’ already wet love?’’ I asked

‘’No’’ she said quickly

‘’Don’t lie bub I saw you clenching your thighs’’

I stared at her she shook her head‘’so if I undress you right now you won’t be wet? I questioned She shook her head again

‘’Ohh if I undress you And I don’t see you wet you’re forgiven but if I checked and you’re wet you’re in for a terrible one. (Punishment) so again are you wet angel?’’

‘’Yes, daddy’’she said I smiled

‘’Does my filthy mouth gets you wet? Without me even touching you? How pathetic.’’I stated

‘’Yes, pathetic for you daddy no one else’’ she said shyly

‘’Yeah that’s my girl, you look so good when you smile Now, let's see how you look when you cry.’’ ‘’now go wait for me in the red room. Strip and do whatever I’ll be right there in 5 mins max’’ i said she nodded and went upstairs.

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As I entered the room I was shocked she was wearing a sexy linger and was on her knees, Hands-on her lap and face down but not too much jus straight but down type god I love this girl so much. I smiled at her she was being good for me.

‘’Bub look at me’’I said she looked at me not sad or like submissive just yana my yana. The excitement in her eyes‘’ you look lovely in that bub and on you’re knees too’I winked at her with a smile.

‘’Wore just for you sir’’she smiled

‘’ Yea?’’She nodded

‘’Now pup get up and get there on the X’’I gestured (X means X shaped pillars, the one like 50 shades of freed had I the movie ig but this were thinner than that)

‘’Okay sir’’she said and went there I went to get some ropes. I know I can easily chain her and I don’t need ropes but I want her to remember this so I’m not gonna go easy. I lit some candles at the time and put them aside I took ropes and went to her

‘’Strip’’I said she obeyed.

''I want you to feel the rope burn your skin as it tightens around your fragile body. Let me hear your little whimpers, as you squirm needily. Beg me to fuck you, tell how much you want, no, NEED me.’'

Yana was so sensitive to my touch that, even if I touch her neck or kiss it she’ll be dripping. I tied her up with ropes hands on top of X and legs open too. Everything is tied and fully exposed for me to use however I want. And she can’t even move more than 2 inches.

''Such a dumb slutty rope bunny, turned on over just a few ropes binding you. Don't get me started on that preciously weak facial expression of yours. So cute and stupid, you just want to be used as a toy. Be good’’I ordered.I went behind her She was all naked for me. I ran my hands through her sides to her arms to her neck again to her sides to her thighs she was whining but couldn’t move too much.

‘’You like being tied up bunny? you like when daddy takes control over your body. Do you Like when you are all helpless to daddy? Like being used huh?’’I asked not expecting an answer I know my words get her wet so I ran my hand over her slit

‘’you’re dripping angle. I’ve not even touched you yet and look at you..dripping for me’’she moaned loudly I started kissing her neck. I held her throat with one finger making her look up and the other just resting around her neck. I started kissing her hard leaving hickeys all over the neck. And started rubbing her cilt slowly too She moaned

‘’feels so good sir’’

'’Yeah? There might be so much in your stomach because I didn’t let you cum right?’’I asked voice dominating

‘’Yes sir there is a lot in there’’she said weakly as I drawing a fast circle on her clit and pushed her lower stomach in

‘’ So small touch of mine and you’ll cum?''I asked

‘’Yes sir I’ll make a good mess for you please let me cum I’m so close please please let me’’she pleaded

‘’You’re gonna cum baby girl? Go ahead come’’I fasten my speed

‘’ Oh god yes yes I’m cumming sir’’she said and I pulled my hands off of her clit leaving her unsatisfied. she was a whimpering mess.

"The more you squirm, the more I will ruin your orgasm,”I threatened I held her breasts in my hand both of them they re exactly my hand size. I massaged them a little and went to stand in front of her. Her head was reacting on her shoulder. I attached my mouth to her left nipple sucking it and massaging it with my mouth. She moaned and tried to close her leg. Poor puppy. I smirk on her boob kissed all of her chest parts and backed off. Looking at her she is so helpless. I took oil in my hands and massaged her boob, her chest, her hands, her neck, her stomach, her legs, and her pussy in short whole body. She was shining from all the oil

‘’ pup don’t squirm much it will get you in trouble’’I warned she nodded and stayed still.

‘’Now, you’ll do as I say right?’She nodded

‘’ I’m gonna untied you one hand and you’ll do as I say’’I untied her right hand

‘’Draw slow circles to you clit baby and don’t stop, if you stop without me telling you. I’ll give you 3 ruined orgasms do you understand? You stop 1 time to feel relief and I give you 3 bad ruined orgasm. Whatever you want’’I said.

‘’ I understand sir’’she said I nodded. I came up with you wax candles in my hand she was shocked ‘’rub you clit bubs’’ I ordered. She started rubbing her over-sensitive clit. I dropped wax on her chest and held it there just moving slightly to cover up her boobs with wax. She hissed at burning

‘’Does it burn pretty girl?’’I asked dropping it on her nipple

‘’Yes sir too much’’she hissed hand still rubbing clit my both candles were nearly over

‘’good. Move your hands' fast dove’’I said looking at her hand. She did it faster

‘’Sir I’m close please please sir please let me cum’’she begged I smiled

‘’Go faster baby and stop pleading it’s not getting you anywhere, go faster’’ I ordered

‘’Ahhh ah-uh sir…’’she cried

‘’I said more faster can’t you listen to me’’I said voice up. She was going faster and faster I know when she is right on her edge and that she was planning on cumming too.

"It feels so good, though, doesn't it?" I smirk as she nodded she was right on the edge...‘’Stop’’ I said and she didn’t, she wanted to cum ‘’ I SAID STOP SLUT’’ I took her hand and tied it again. ‘’SLUT’’ I said shaking my head.

I took all of the candles wax and threw it all over her body except her cunt.

‘’Ahhhhhhhh sir burns’’she screamed I chuckled

‘’Yes baby scream this is just starting so think how much you’re gonna scream’’I smiled and she looked at me with pleading eyes. I took some more candles and again covered every single part of her body. She whined but couldn’t do anything except taking it. I smiled at her helplessness. Then I took one which was in glass (candle) and lit it up and let it be for some seconds till it’s was is melted a bit. I looked at her and grin her face drooped haha! I brought a candle near her wide open pussy she hissed at the feeling. I moved it around a bit and stooped on her clit a little further didn’t wanna actually burn her.

‘’There was so much ice in your underwear an hour ago right? She nodded ‘’so here’s a candle heat it up baby’’I smiled and drag the candle closer to her clit

‘’Shit sir burns please can’t whole body is on fire from wax sir please’’she pleaded I chuckled and threw all melted part on her pussy

‘’Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck shit it’s too much sir it burns uhhh’’she tugged to her restrains to feels some relief but bad luck?

‘’I know baby girl I know’’I kissed her teary cheeks I again took one candle and lit it and threw all the was on her body parts as well as her ass

‘’Sirrrrrr’’she cried

‘’Don’t scream I’m right here not in another room plus I don't think I'll be done with you anytime soon so don’t show me your puppy eyes’’I said

‘’Sir it burns so much it’ll leave marks sir please’’she pouted

‘’I rubbed oil before it won’t leave a mark but it sure will burn like hell when I do next thing which I’m gonna do after not right now. Right now I’m gonna clan your body, but not with my hands of course,’’her eyes widened and I grin at her ‘

’I’ll use some toys for that’’I went to get our thick 20-inch leather flogger I smiled at it.

‘’ I want no voices coming from you do you understand?’’I asked

‘’Yes sir’’she obeyed I took it into my hand and looked at her and hit it on her body with a smile. She screamed without voice. My poor baby. I did it again and again and again till there was almost no wax on her body her body was all red. No marks on her body just red

‘’Sir please’’she pleaded with teary eyes

''"excuse me? didn't tell you can speak. I’ve to gag you now. wait'’ i said and came with a gag and gagged her with a silicone ball gag ‘

’ now you look perfect. SLUT’’I chuckled

‘’There is still some wax on your body I think I’ve to clean’’I smiled and took a step back and hit her with flogger all over her body. She was screaming in gad which made me chuckle

‘’Sul plluz’’she pleaded again something she is doing all night. I was finished with flogging so I thought I’d take off her gag and I did

‘’Good girl’’I praised

‘’ standstill I’m gonna blindfold you. Hard time starts now’’I repeated the thing I said when I showed ice in her underwear

‘’But- sir’’I cut her off

‘’ No buts just shut and take it. You can scream or whatever all you want but don’t talk to me’’I wared

‘’Ok sir’’

I put a blindfold on her I went to the kitchen and took the thing I planed when I last came here. She’ll give-up I guess. I took wet napkins and ducked them into lemon water and put all of them around her body (not pussy) She screamed on top of her lunges

‘’fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck noooooooooo shit I can’t godddd please please I can’t’’

‘’There is my pathetic whore’’I rubbed the wet napkins I put around her body

‘’Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh god god god god pleaseeeee’’she whimpered For pussy I took' The faux leather spanking paddle’ and sat down on a stool in front of her

‘’didn’t wanna burn your pussy tho so……’’ Ismiled when she shook her head I was gaining to hir heer pussy but it was a bit uncomfortable.I untied her ‘’ go get on bed’’ I ordered the obeyed ''spread your hands and legs wide open’’ I said I tied her ankles to upper Sid of the bedpost (headboard) and hands to her ankles I even tied her thighs so she remains fully open I again took leather spanking paddle

‘’you’re gonna count with me 10 but if one is wrong or you miss count we’ll start again’’I said and didn’t give her a chance to say anything, and hit the paddle to her wide open pussy

‘’Fuck ahhhh hurts 1 one sir’’she screamed a little Again it hit

‘’two’’ ‘’three’’ ‘’four’’ ‘’five’’ ‘’six’’ ‘’seven’’

''Does it hurt puppy’’I asked as I was tapping on her clit

‘’ Yes sir it’s too much hurts’’

‘’Good as it should’’

I again hit with full force her pussy was so red

‘’Ahhhhhhhhh eight’’,

‘’nine’’ ‘’ten’’

‘’How are ya feeling baby, are you okay?’’I asked her she was still in a recovery zone

‘’Yes sir I’m okay’’she gave me a small smile

‘’Think you can take more?’’I asked coming hands on her body

‘’Not right now but after 15-20 mins yeas I guess’’ she said

‘’ That’s ok pup do you need something? Wanna drink water? Or eat something?''I asked wiping her tears

‘’Need some water my throat is dry’’she said and laughed a little

‘’ I bet it is. god, you scream so loud’’I dramatically put my finger in my ear and shook it.

‘’Haha not funny, shouldn’t have gone that hard the I wouldn’t have screamed’’she laughed

‘’I'm no mediocre baby’’ I smiled and kissed her

‘’now ya rest in that position cause I’m not gonna untie you. I’ve still got 1 chapter left’’

‘’Uhhhhh harry’’she good I slapped her ass hard

‘’owww’'

‘’It’s daddy to you’’I glared

‘’Oooo Mr. styles got angry’’

she teased I slapped her again on her ass and then her already beaten pussy ‘ahhhhhh fuck’’

‘’Behave and shut up I’ll give you water drink and rest for 10 mins’’I said and gave her boatel with straw in it. After 15mins;-

‘’Arey ya ok bubs still tired?’’I asked her she shook her head

‘’Nah just burns a little’’she said I nodded

‘’Ok so this is the last one and uh- we’ve never tried this one but I saw it’s safe and I’m gonna do to you it’s electroshock’’I said

‘’What I- uh- i.. dunno’’she said

‘’Oh I know everything and I know you too so don’t worry enjoy’’

I kissed her forehead she nodded

I took 4 clips and joined them with wires. I went to her and put 2 clips on her each nipple and the 2 on her pussy lips

‘’I’m gonna start the power clench your fist if it’s too much don’t scream’’ I told her

‘’I’ll try my best sir’she added I started the machine she jolts from the first shock but I didn’t stop and continued on medium setting I took the vibrator with we used before

‘’Meet your friend from earlier bunny’’I smiled when she shook her head

‘’No more edeging please’’she said

''My favorite pass time is listening to your sweet moans, and watching you squirm as I hold your favorite vibrator against your cute pussy. And I’m free till this shock shocks you up.’’I laughed and changed the setting to a little bit up of electro

‘’I’ll hold this vibrator to your clit. I'll use you. But you won't get to cum do you understand?’’I raised eyebrow

‘’Yes sir, I do’’I changed electro to highest and she screamed

‘’ Don’t scream hold it in’’I shouted over her screams

‘’Sir I can’t shit’’she can feel shock all over her body I took one clip go her pussy lip and clipped it to her clit and started again. Having shock direct on her clit she jolted

‘’’Ahhhhhhhhhhh siirrrrr mmhhhhh’’she screams but then held them in I started the vibrator on mid-speed and hold it against her clit. After 1 min max

‘’P-please sir, I can’t take it anymore. Stop it, I wanna c—‘’I smirked and increases the speed she moaned

"you fucking whore, you need to learn to control yourself.”I glared at her and put vibe on the highest"another word and you won't be begging to cum, you'll be begging me to stop."

‘’ Sir please I wanna cum please, I’ve held a lot please’’she cried

‘’ok baby girl let go’’ I rubbed her pussy with a vibrator as well.

‘’Really’’she asked I nodded with a smile ‘’thank you so much goddddd’’ I didn’t say anything

‘’I’m cumming’’and she came.

''You came? But don't expect me to stop. I'll vibe you till your cheeks get covered with tears, lips bleed and swell, wrists get red from being tied up, eyes roll back in your head and breathing gets uncontrollable. I want you wrecked from top to the bottom’’I said and started moving the vibrator fast on her clit. After some seconds

‘’Sir I’m cumming please let me’’she asked

‘’Who stopped you cum and then cum again cum cum cum cum keep cumming.’’ I said

‘’ I can’t take anymore’’

‘’ Of course, you can you don’t have a choice’ I laughed

‘’Sir--‘’ Iput my hand on her mouth and stopped her begs then she came again and again and again and again and again and again and again idk at least around 7-8 times,

I switched off everything

I started to untie her

‘’love are you ok?’’I asked and kissed her writs

‘’Yeah i’s sir’’she teased

‘’Hey I’m Harry or baby or baby boy to you’’I said kissing her lips

‘’Yeh baby boy I’m good just can’t feel anything that’s all’’she replied

‘’Are ya hurt somewhere? Did I hurt you or went too hard’’I got worried because she did cum many times

‘’Nah, it’s fine I’m good you just have to take me everywhere that’s all’’she laughed

‘’Fucked the shit out of ya didn’t I?’’I smirk

‘’Yeah yeah’'

‘’Hey don’t talk to me like that do wanna do that all again?’’I raised an eyebrow

‘’Nahh nahh god no’’she said and I smiled.

‘’Good hope you learned your lesson, ok now I’m gonna run a bath and put some candles just thy way you like''said she nodded very tiredly

‘’Ok H’’I got off of the bed and filled the bathtub lit candles.

‘’Let’s go bub I’ll pick you up common now get up’’I said touching her shoulder so she could give me some space to carry her

‘’Hmmshe replied I took her to bath and set her down climbing back of her I took her In my lap in the bathtub and bathed her and relaxed. I brought her back to the bedroom with a towel around her and got her a fresh pair of my t-shirt and her panties and dressed her.

‘’Come love let's cuddle and sleep’ she came to me and wrapped her arms around my waist and I took her head and placed it on my chest. She was all over me.

‘’You took all of that so bravely love gonna be honest didn’t think you’ll be able to take that much I’m so proud of ya’’she didn’t speak but kissed my chest.

‘’What did we learn today pretty girl?’’I asked

‘’Not to touch daddy’s pussy without his permission’’she said voice low I smiled

‘’Good bub. I love you so so much I’m sorry if it was too much’’I rubbed her back

‘’Nahh, I’m good. I love you more and you know it’’she said. And I know she’ll love me more than anything.

‘’Good night love’’she didn’t reply was asleep when I look. My baby.

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theringers · 3 years

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quiet - lando norris

request: On your prompt list can I have 64 and 4 with Lando please? Lol thank you :)

prompt: 4) “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.” 64) “I never knew someone could cum that fast just from a few fingers.”

if this is your gif and you want me to take it down, please let me know.

warnings: 18+ NSFW, fingering, dirty talk, semi public sex

The club was loud and the energy was high. It was only a few hours after your boyfriend Lando had gotten podium at the Austrian Grand Prix and you were so proud of him.

You two decided to go out and celebrate the win in style. The speakers were booming and you could feel the vibrations inside your body. You looked around the room at all of the people here, wondering what they were here to celebrate.

It sure wasn't as good as what you were here to celebrate. A woman walked over to your booth carrying a large bottle of Tito's vodka with a sparkler on top. One added bonus of having a boyfriend like Lando: bottle service at the clubs.

The woman dropped the bottle on the table along with a few shot glasses. She smiled and walked away. You immediately reached for the bottle and poured two hefty shots for the two of you.

Lando's friends had made their way to the dance floor so they could gather their shots after. Picking up the glasses, you smiled at your curly-haired boyfriend. "Congratulations, I'm so proud of you," you said.

You handed him the second shot glass and clinked your glass with his. "Cheers," he said, downing the burning liquid into his throat. You did the same, feeling that all too familiar, yet comforting, burn.

You put the shot glass back down on the table and scooted closer to him in the booth. You crossed one leg over the other towards him, exposing more leg than your tight black dress already did. His hand draped over your knee and upper thigh and you looked up at him and smiled.

He smiled back. "You look amazing tonight," he said.

You could feel your cheeks burn from the compliment. Or was it the straight vodka hitting you already? Not like that shot you just took was your first, anyway.

"Thank you," you replied. His hand began to inch up your leg, getting closer and close to the hem of your dress.

You leaned in closer to him to whisper something in his ear.

"Lando fucking Norris!" A loud voice came from the entrance of the booth, interrupting you.

His eyes lit up and he jumped to his feet. "No way, what are you guys doing here? Come join us!"

It wasn't unusual for Lando to run into people he knew in clubs like this, especially when he traveled the world for his work. The booth suddenly got crowded, maybe a little too crowded for your liking. You were squeezed between Lando and one of his friends, acquaintances, someone he knew, you weren't too sure.

You went from having his hands trace shapes on your skin to now being between two random pairs of jeans. "I need to use the restroom," you said, excusing yourself.

You stood up and headed towards the restroom, passing the bar on the way. You did a double-take and decided to stop at the bar. "I'll take a shot of vodka," you said, sounding defeated. "And, you can put it on that guy's tab over there." She pointed to the booth now filled with people and chuckled.

The bartender nodded. As soon as the shot was in front of you, you picked it up and downed it. "Thanks," you nodded and headed to the bathroom, throat still burning from the second shot you had taken in a short amount of time.

As you were opening the bathroom door, you felt a hand grab your waist. "Where do you think you're going?" Your boyfriend whispered in your ear.

You smirked at the door, your boyfriend not even seeing your expression, and rolled your eyes. "Just taking a break. I was looking forward to a night with you is all."

His hand still on your waist, he spun you around. "I'll send them all home if I have to." He had a devilish grin on his face.

"No need," you said, sounding a bit annoyed. You wanted to spend time celebrating your boyfriend and showing him as much appreciation as he deserves. You placed your hand on the swinging bathroom door getting ready to push it open.

"Come on baby, don't do this." He began to slur his words, but not too much. Just enough that indicated he had plenty to drink. "You look so god damn sexy tonight, I want to spend the night with you." His eyes looked you up and down and you swore you could see him drool.

His eyes lingered at your cleavage just a little too long before coming back up to meet your eyes. His hand traveled from your waist down to your ass, giving it a light squeeze. "You know I can't resist you in this dress."

Memories from a few months ago began to flood your mind. You had worn this same dress out to a friend's birthday party and all Lando could talk about before you left the house was you coming back. He wouldn't shut up about wanting to undress you right then and there, and he was insanely jealous of anyone else who got to see you in that dress.

"I know you can't," you nodded in agreement. "That's why I wore it." You flashed him a cheeky smile.

He acted on impulse and pushed the bathroom door open, nudging you inside. "You know, after all these years, you still drive me crazy." He pushed you against the inside of the door and roughly planted his lips on yours.

He tasted like need and alcohol, which usually ended in a great night for both of you. His lips were rough and he moved in sloppy motions, but you weren't complaining. His hand was firmly placed on your jaw while the other began to grope your breasts.

You stopped for a moment and looked up at him with devilish eyes. He immediately grabbed your bum in his hands and lifted you into his arms, setting you down on the sink. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he began to grind into your core, moaning between kisses. "Fuck," he said, lifting his mouth off of yours and placing it on your neck. He roughly kissed all over your neck and collarbones. One hand held your head to the side while the other gripped your thigh.

His fingers began to push the hemline of the dress further and further up your legs. "I need you right now," you said into his ear.

His hand stayed firm on your upper thigh but his long fingers began to graze the front of your lace thong ever so slightly. "Shit," you muttered, followed by a few soft moans. "Don't tease me like this."

He let out a small laugh against your skin but continued kissing. The pad of his thumb pressed against you with more pressure now, but still not enough. "God damnit, Lando," you said.

"Someone's needy?" He joked. He removed his fingers, earning a groan of disappointment from you. He took two of his fingers in his mouth and licked them until they were wet enough.

He pushed your panties to the side and inserted two fingers inside of you. The sensation made your head spin. You spread your legs wider, earning a smile from him. "Oh god," you moaned, leaning back and using your arms as support. "Your fingers feel incredible."

He smirked at you. “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”

In your drunken stupor, you debated being honest with him. “What if the idea of being caught is turning me on right now?” You said it anyway.

“Jesus,” he said, closing his eyes so he could focus on the task at hand. He worked his fingers inside of you, curling them to find the most pleasant spot that made you cry out in pleasure. His other hand pushed the neck of your dress down, exposing your chest. He took one of your nipples and played with it between his fingers.

He could feel your walls tighten around his fingers and he saw your body visibly tense up. “I’m gonna-”

“I know,” he said, keeping his pace. “Cum for me, baby.”

His words sent you over the edge. “Shit,” was the only word you could manage to get out as your body began to slightly convulse under him.

He removed his fingers and licked your juices off of them before placing a kiss on your lips. You were able to taste yourself and you knew it turned him on. “I never knew someone could cum that fast from just a few fingers,” he said.

You giggled. “For you, anything is possible.” You hopped off of the sink and adjusted your dress.

You both gathered yourself in the mirror to make sure you were at least presentable to the rest of the club.

Lando opened the bathroom door only to find a line of annoyed drunk people staring at the two of you, fully aware of what you just got into.

#lando norris smut #lando smut #lando norris #f1 smut #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #ln

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open--till--midnight · 2 years

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No Longer Hidden

eskel x gn!reader

summary | after getting caught in hide us away, you and eskel retreat in order to enjoy each other in private

warnings | smut 18+ minors DNI, super fluffy and flowery just fyi

wc | 735

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“Let’s pick up where we left off, huh?”

You promptly stood up, leaving Eskel at face level with your stomach. The library would be empty for some time, but it would be wise to not risk another public humiliation. He smiled when you grabbed his hands, lifting him up and leading him to his room.

The trip to his room was long, you couldn’t seem to keep your hands away from each other. One second you would be pressed against the cold stone wall, then the next moment Eskel would be pinned, your arms caging him.

There was a noise at the end of the hall, a bird most likely, but Eskel froze. You got a hold of his medallion and pulled him closer to you.

“We have no reason to hide now, love.”

“Yes, but they could still hear us.” Eskel gazed down at you knowingly.

“Yes, they could.” You giggled, fumbling with the latch on the door. “Isn’t that fun?”

Eskel couldn’t answer, his tongue was busy waltzing with yours. He did hum, though, sending a more than pleasant vibration through you, straight to your core.

When you were fully inside the room, Eskel led you back toward the bed, both hands frantically grasping at your waist. Distracted by his use of Igni, your leg hit the chest at the end of his bed, causing you to land on its top.

“Ow. Fuck.”

Your lover cooed into your neck, massaging your ass when he lifted you up. He sat back onto the bed, pulling you gently against him, rocking you against his clothed cock.

“Glad to see that little hiccup didn’t cause any issues in that department.” You grinned at him, glancing down and pressing your forehead against his.

“With you in front of me? Never.” Eskel’s fingers moved to the laces of your trousers and you wiggled to help him. After some intense struggling amidst fast-paced kisses, you both stood up, fully undressed, and met once more on the bed.

“That is so much better.” He whispered in your ear, running his hands down the sides of your body, “Fuck, y/n.”

You let out a couple of breathy moans as he slipped a finger into you, kissing down your neck and sucking hard on the skin at your collar bone.

“Say that again please.”

“Fuck.” A kiss, “Y/n.” Another kiss, longer, passionate as ever.

Eskel added another finger, pulling back to watch your face melt into pleasure. “Beautiful.”

“No, you.”

Your witcher responded by removing his fingers, slicking his dick, and lining himself up with your entrance. As he always does, right before he enters you, he gazed into your eyes. It was almost like asking permission, though he knew the answer already. He just felt the need to take you in, as if you might just slip away. He pressed his forehead against yours once more and locked his lips with yours and entered you in one skillful thrust.

“Eskel.” It was practically a prayer, a plea. You would never have to beg your lover, not once, he already knew what you want, what you need.

“You’re doing so well, love.” Eskel’s thrusts matched his voice, deep, strong, steady. Your eyes glazed over as you entered a state of bliss.

He ran his hand down the side of your face, the other finding purchase on your hip, squeezing tightly. His eyes locked on your face, having given up trying to kiss you, your lips would not comply.

The sight sent him into an absolute state of insatiable desire. His pounding sped up, a rhythm severe yet sickly sweet with his hands caressing his favorite spots, worshipping every inch of your skin.

Eskel was louder than you at this point, your moans cut off by each and every individual thrust. His groans and grunts excited you beyond comprehension.

The throbbing in your core had become agonizing. You grabbed Eskel’s ass, pushing him unbelievably deeper, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly.

The small stone room was echoing both of your names like chants. Your climaxes came simultaneously, hands desperately searching for the others.

As you fell down from your highs, his head fell against your chest, his lips kissing your sweat-dappled skin.

“All worth it, huh?” You ran your fingers through his hair as he slipped himself out of you and rested himself on your chest.

“Whatever you say, my sweet man.”

#the witcher #eskel witcher #eskel #eskel smut #eskel x reader #game!eskel #game!eskel x reader #the witcher smut #lilywrites📝

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twirlywhirlywriting · 3 years

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Good Girl

John Murphy x Reader (fem!reader and dom!Murphy)

WARNINGS: NSFW, rough sex, choking

Anon: You should do another John murphy smutt when you get the chance :) maybe one with praise?

Hi anon, I'm so sorry for making you wait for this! I hope this is enough praise kink for you!

I decided to do a continuation of my last John Murphy smut. So if you read that one first, this one will make more sense. Enjoy!~

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It's been a few weeks since that first night Murphy took you into your tent, and honestly you thought he would have moved on from you by now. He didn't seem like the type to have a real relationship, and this probably wasn't that serious. Still, everyone in camp knew you were Murphy's girl.

Wherever you two went together, he had an arm wrapped around you. Whenever you left to go do something, he would smack your ass as you walked away. No one in the camp could flirt with you at all without Murphy trying to start a fight.

Today, as you are sorting out berries and placing them in the food shack, John comes walking up to you.

"I'm in the middle of my shift Murphy, what do you need?" You ask, avoiding his gaze. You know what he wants, he never bothered you during a shift unless he wanted to have you in bed right then, and he refused to wait.

He trails his fingers down your neck, shoulder, and arm. Grabbing your wrist and making you drop the berries you were sorting, he whispers in you ear, "Your shift is up. Stand up, and come with me to our tent."

You don't even hesitate for a full five seconds before his tone gets instantly stern. "Right now, Kitten."

Not wanting to be punished and cause an embarrassing scene for yourself (as he has spanked you in front of everyone and dragged you into the tent before when you were sassy in public.), you quickly stand up and start walking towards the tent.

"B-but Sir, Bellamy is not going to be okay with you doing this. I can't just stop my shift to fuck."

"Bellamy is already dealt with, I'm picking up the night shift watch for this." He puts his hand on your lower back, opening the tent doorway for you with a grin on his lips.

You walk into your tent and before you have time to get comfortable, Murphy grabs you by the waist and pulls you close to him, pulling your hips towards his and you can feel his hard cock rubbing against your ass. He slowly kisses down your neck, and as he gets down to the bottom, he uses his tongue to lick his way back up your neck. Suddenly he bites you, sending a shiver of pleasure down your spine and you push your hips into him a little more, grinding your ass against him with a soft moan.

"Good girl," he whispers into your ear as he starts to reach up your shirt and grab your tits tightly for a second, before backing away from you and turning you to look at him. "Now. Take off every single piece of clothes you are wearing. I want to see my little toy completely naked."

He has a wicked grin across his face as he says this, since he knows that you undressing yourself while he watches, fully dressed, is humiliating to you. You almost never are able to fully comply when he tells you to do this, but today you really don't want to get punished. You want to be his good little girl today, you love it so much when he gives you praise.

Your cheeks flush as you whisper "Yes Sir," before very slowly removing your shirt, then your pants, leaving just a bra and panties on. He's practically licking his lips at you, and you can hear his breathing get heavier as you start to undo your bra, letting it fall off your shoulders before turning around and letting him see your ass and pussy as you pull down your panties to your feet.

As you stand back up straight and turn around to look at him, you notice he has gotten much closer to you very quickly. He grabs you by the throat with one hand, and with the other hand he strokes your cheek and looks into your eyes with a fire.

"Good girl, Kitten. I know that was embarrassing for you, but you did so well, I think you deserve a reward."

A reward? You think, you have never heard him say that. You get punished a lot for fun, and lots of times you hear him say good girl, but you have never heard him offer up a reward for being extra good.

A smirk plays on his lips as he sees the happy surprise in your eyes, and he pulls your head back by your hair to expose your neck, kissing all down your neck and over your chest.

Continuing to pull your hair back, he trails his tongue down your chest and takes his time using his tongue around your nipple before he finally starts sucking, hard. He uses his free hand to pull you in closer; every time you moan or tremble you feel him gripping you even tighter.

As you feel yourself practically dripping from being so wet, you whisper, "Please, Sir.. please fuck me," which results in a pleased chuckle from Murphy.

He pulls his mouth off of your nipple to say, "In time, babydoll. I promise what comes next will be worth waiting for my cock."

He pushes you onto the bed roughly and grabs your legs, throwing them over his shoulders and starting to kiss up and down your pussy lips. You are so sensitive and turned on at this point that it's almost torture to be teasing you like this. You whimper at him a little but he doesn't respond with anything more than a grin.

Slowly he sticks out his tongue, going from the bottom of your slit up, up, up to the very top of your clit. Over and over, so slowly. You grab his hair and moan out in frustration, and right as you do, he wraps your clit in his lips and starts sucking. He rolls his tongue and sucks your clit, lightly at first as he slips two of his fingers inside you.

The second his fingers are fully inside of you, his tongue starts going faster and faster, as his fingers curl towards your g-spot. You let out a small squeal and grip your fingers into his hair, trying not to squeeze his head too tight between your legs.

With the intensity of his tongue and fingers rising, you feel an orgasm climbing quickly. In between moans, you struggle to get the words out, but you manage to get out, "Please, Sir, c-can I cum? I can't hold it!"

As soon as you ask the question, he somehow rolls his tongue even faster, quickening the pace of his fingers inside of you as he nods and let's out a "Mhmm," so that he doesn't have to stop to tell you yes.

It's a good thing he responded so fast too, because right after he starts saying yes, you start cumming, hard. You try not to moan out too loud so the whole camp doesn't hear, but it seems that Murphy could tell you're holding back. He doesn't stop once your orgasm does, he keeps going even though you have hit the over-sensitive point.

You can't help but cry out as he continues ravaging your pussy, moving your hands to the sheets to grab and pull at them to stop yourself from trying to push him away, knowing it would get you into trouble. Within seconds, another orgasm builds up and you don't even have the time to ask for permission before cumming again, moaning out a loud "Sir, please!"

This time, he starts slowing down and stops, granting you mercy. He looks up at you with a grin and kisses you hard before wiping his lips. "You are such a good girl, you came so hard."

You flush with embarrassment, knowing practically the whole camp just heard you. He chuckles at your blushing, before petting your head. "Don't be embarrassed, Kitten. Everyone already knows you're mine, there's no reason to be quiet about it." He winks at you before quickly re-positioning you by flipping you onto your stomach, bending over the bed and taking off his clothes quickly.

He leans down over you and as he slowly slips his cock inside of you, he whispers into your ear, "You're my good little slut, aren't you?"

The feeling of his cock slightly stretching and filling you mixed with what he said makes your knees weak and a tiny squeak escapes your lips, but you know better than to hesitate before answering.

"Yes Sir, I'm your good little slut."

He groans and you feel him throb inside you at your response, and he wraps a hand in your hair and a hand around your throat before he starts to fuck you faster.

Every thrust inside of you he goes a little bit harder, and as an orgasm builds up, he feels your pussy tighten. "Rub your clit," he growls into your ear, pulling your head back by your hair so he can continue fucking you as he says it.

With his hand around your throat, it's very difficult to talk, but you manage to whisper out that your clit is too sensitive to cum like that again, that you just want his cock to make you cum instead. He doesn't seem pleased with that response.

He tightens his grip on your throat to the point that you can barely get enough oxygen with each breath and starts fucking you much, much harder. "I didn't fucking as you if you were sensitive, did I? I just told you to do it."

Not wanting to push it, you reach down and start rubbing your clit as he fucks you faster, a shiver running up your spine. Despite being sensitive and feeling an intense orgasm build, you keep going. He releases his hold on your throat and kisses your back.

"That's my good girl, such a good fucking girl."

As the orgasm gets closer and your moans get louder, he starts to really pick up the speed of his thrusting into you. Pushing past the desire to stop rubbing your clit, you keep it going through your orgasm until he pulls your hands behind your back, pinning them behind you and shoving your head into the bed while he starts fucking you quite hard and fast, making your legs shiver and feel weak.

After a few more orgasms from you like this, he finally pulls out and cums onto your back, sighing with content at the sight of you. "You look like such a hot little mess for me. God, I love that you're all fucking mine, babydoll."

He grabs his shirt and cleans you up with it before sitting on the bed and scooping you up into his arms. He kisses your forehead as you rest into him. "You were such a good girl. How are you feeling?"

You look up at the concern in his face, so different from the Murphy that just fucked you, so different than the Murphy that he projects. You know deep down, he cares. A smile comes across your lips as you whisper, "I'm good. Just weak and tired after all that."

He caresses your cheek with his hand before starting to help you get dressed again and then dressing himself.

"Stay here, alright? I'll be right back with some food and drink." With a wink, he was gone. You lay back and take a deep breath. Every time he fucks you, it blows your world away.

When he comes back towards the tent, you hear a few of the 100 making some sort of sex jokes about making you scream. You blush intensely, but Murphy just laughs. You're grateful he is much better about those kinds of comments than you are. He comes back into the tent with a grin on his face, with snacks and drinks in hand.

"Thanks, Murphy." You smile, sitting up and taking your portions. He kisses you on the cheek before you both eat and drink your fill. Maybe this new life on earth won't be so bad, even with the Grounders starting to become more of a threat. With Murphy by your side, maybe you could get through it together. He has a way of taking a terrible situation and having lots of fun despite it. Maybe, with John Murphy, life on Earth won't be so bad.

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Can you write a smut with Tom riddle where the reader and him are dating, and he’s obviously used to being in charge but one night something happens (you can decide that part) and suddenly the reader wants to be in charge but Tom doesn’t want that so she ties him up and teases her till he’s begging her to let him cum or something like the idk.

I absolutely love ur writing, it’s absolutely incredible I could never write anything as good as you!😊

pairing: tom riddle x reader

warning(s): 18+, dom/sub roles (ish), begging, magical ties, oral (make receiving), mentions of oral (female receiving)

word count: 2.0k

a/n: and we’re back to our regularly scheduled smut. i have a ton of requests so be patient - i will get to it! thank you all for the love and support so far!

You and your boyfriend, Tom, were strolling through the halls of Hogwarts on your Prefect rounds, enjoying the complete silence of the massive castle. It was rare the halls were this quiet, but late at night tended to be the perfect time to stumble upon echoing walls and corridors where you could hear a pin drop.

Suddenly, Tom stopped in his tracks and stuck out a hand to stop you as well. “Do you hear that?” He asked in a hush whispering, pointing somewhere off to the left of where both of you stood.

Following his direction, you turned your head to the left and saw that it was a typically abandoned corridor but you did hear the faint rustle of clothing and distant female giggling. You rolled your eyes and began walking in that direction, already knowing you’d have to break up two young people just wanting to have a bit of fun. It wasn’t that you wanted to spoil their good time, but it was an unspoken rule that if a Prefect caught you, they had no other choice unless they themselves wanted to end up in trouble.

As you approached, wands drawn in order to cast a lumos charm, Tom put his body in front of you, taking charge.

“I can handle it,” you whispered, a pout brought to your face.

He didn’t even stop his movement, just kept walking even as he shot you a smirk. You rolled your eyes in frustration. He did this every time. You were perfectly capable of breaking up two horny teenagers and sending them off to bed, but he always had to be the one in charge. You were growing quite sick of it.

He got there before you and handled the situation with a dominant grace that only he seemed to possess, and he sent the two fifth years scattering on the way back to their respective common rooms. Without even another look in your boyfriends direction, you went stalking the other way and were determinately headed back to the Slytherin common room.

“Get back here,” he said with a warning in his voice, following you nonetheless.

“No. I’m going to bed,” you said rather loudly, not faltering in your steps.

“Oh for the love of Merlin, what’s wrong?” He asked, his long legs giving him the ability to catch up with you.

“You,” was your bitter reply.

“Me? What have I done?” He asked incredulously.

“Yes, you, Tom,” you said, finally halting in your steps and swinging around to face him. “You always have to be the one in charge. I could have easily handled that, like I said, but no. You just had to go and- and-,” you explained, waving your hands animatedly, but you trailed off once you realized this entire conversation was pointless. He wasn’t just going to change his incessant behavior no matter what you said. Besides, the smirk on his face as he looked down at you just proved it was a losing battle.

“Darling, I hate to burst your bubble but you’ll never be in charge while I’m around. You don’t have to be,” he explained, attempting to be gentle through his cocky demeanor but his words only sent you into another flurry.

“You want a bet? That I can’t be in charge?” You asked heatedly, your mind already slipping straight into the gutter.

He paused for a moment, then finally sighed and raised an eyebrow. “Fine,” he agreed, “but you only get one chance so don’t mess it up for yourself.”

~~~

The moment the two of you entered Tom’s private room, your lips were on each other and you took the initiative to slowly back him up into the bed until he had no choice but to sit with you standing before him. His grip on your waist was tight, but you had other plans for his hands anyways.

The entire walk down to the dungeons, you had been plotting. You needed to prove to him that you could be in charge. Sure, it was nice that you had a boyfriend willing to take charge in all situations and you never had to worry about a thing, but you still felt the incessant need to prove yourself.

“Take your clothes off and lie on the bed,” you told him when you pulled away from the kiss, attempting to emulate the demeanor he always gave off in situations like this.

You heard him chuckle to himself, still under the impression that you couldn’t pull this off, but he did as you asked anyways. Finally, he was laying naked on the bed, completely relaxed against the pillows and looking at you expectantly.

“Do you worst, Y/N,” he jested, his hand moving to trail down to his half erect cock but you stopped him in his tracks.

“Did I say you could do that?” You asked, holding his wrist in your grip. His eyes darted up to yours and he looked shocked for a moment, but that look in his eyes went away in a flash as the signature smirk came back.

He put his hand back down on the duvet and you climbed into the bed with him, straddling his legs. When he had been busy undressing, you undressed yourself down to your bra and panties. Little did he know what you had hidden underneath was a matching set.

“Keep your hands right there. You’re gonna be a good boy for me tonight, right?” You cooed, trailing kisses from his neck down to his abdomen as you spoke.

“The best,” he shot back with a sarcastic wink and it only made you chuckle to yourself because he truly had no idea what was coming.

You continued your trail of kisses until you were firmly planted between his legs and your mouth was inches away from his cock. He was fully erect now and could feel your breath against his, making his cock twitch with anticipation.

“Beg,” you demanded, refusing to touch him until he did at least the bare minimum, only placing kisses on his pelvis and thighs.

“Please, Y/N. I’d love to cum down your throat right now,” he said lowly, but you could tell the begging was noncommittal. That would change.

You easily complied, wanting him to think he had the upper hand, and immediately brought him into your mouth. You loved sucking his cock. He was warm and heavy on your tongue, and the noises he made always made you dripping wet. He wasn’t disappointing tonight.

He released a low groan the second he felt his tip hit the back of your throat and he bucked his hips up, but you pushed the back down with force. You continued your ministrations, just waiting for him to lose himself. When you took him all the way down your throat, he lost it.

His hands tangled in your hair as he tried to hold you down on him, cutting off your air supply, but you were prepared for this. He loved face fucking you and you knew if you had his mouth on his he just wouldn’t be able to resist. You reached for your wand that was strategically placed beside his leg on the bed and cast a silent spell. Immediately, his hands were removed from your hair and magically tied to the bed frame, locked into place.

“What the fuck, Y/N?” He asked, seething.

When you pulled off of his, you could see it in his eyes how angry he was. He didn’t think you had this in you. But how could he be so naive when you had learned from him? The best?

“Where did I tell you to keep your hands?” You asked him, using one hand to lightly stroke his cock as you spoke.

“The bed. Fuck. Let me out,” he demanded, struggling against his confines.

“I don’t think I will,” you answered, suppressing a laugh. “After all, I am in charge.”

You didn’t even give him a chance to reply, taking him in your mouth again and keeping your hands on his hips to hold them down. He didn’t have much leverage from this angle, so you knew it would be no problem.

You dragged moan after moan from him, bringing him right to the edge and back down quite a few times until he was a sweating, writhing mess below you. You knew he was frustrated beyond belief, he had done this to you too many times to count. How did he like the taste of his own medicine?

You weren’t even sure how long it had been going on for, but your jaw was beginning to ache and you were praying to Circe he cracked soon. That non committed begging from earlier was about to be real genuine soon if you had anything to say about it.

You pulled off of him once more and your eyes snapped to his face. His hair was stuck to his forehead and neck, his chest was rapidly expanding and contracting, trying his best to get his breathing back under control, and there was a fury in his eyes so unmatched that you knew you’d be paying for this later.

“Tell me what you want, Tom. Beg for it. Be a good boy for me, yeah?” You instructed, your hands massaging small circles into his tense thighs, willing him to relax into it.

You could see the conflict in his face. He didn’t want to concede to you, wanting to prove his own point that you couldn’t, or shouldn’t have to be, in charge around him. But you knew how badly he wanted to cum. He cock was flushed such a dark shade of red that you were sure it had to hurt by now. He was aching for it, aching for you to get him there and let him cum in your mouth.

“Fucking hell. Please, Y/N, let me fucking cum. Please,” he said breathlessly, his whole body limp against the bed as he stared up at you imploringly.

A rush of power shot through, knowing you deny him so easily in the moment - leave him tied up and begging and wanting and aching. If you kept this up for much longer you know you’d end up on some sort of power trip. You knew he was letting you have this, letting you have his submission, but it still felt so damn good.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” You asked with a gleeful grin before immediately getting back to work, your sights set on getting him the release he had begged for.

“Fuck. Please don’t be cruel. Let me cum Y/N,” he continued to babble when he felt the warmth of your mouth again, his mind lost to the pleasure his body was feeling.

That only made you work harder, wanting to show him a shred of mercy for the night he had endured. After all, he was a good boy for you throughout most of it.

His entire body tenses again right before he exploded into your mouth was a loud groan. His body trembled as warm ropes of cum shot down your throat and onto your tonugue. You suckled greedily from the head, getting every last drop out, until he was squirming against the sheets. When you finally came up, he was still breathing heavily and his head was thrown back against the pillows.

You crawled up the bed to lay beside him, looking over his body in appreciation. He was glistening from sweat and completely still now other than his breathing.

“Are you going to let me out now?” He asked bitterly, attempting to move his hands from the ties as he looked over at you.

“Oh c’mon. You know that was fun. And besides, I think I’d like to sit on your face next,” you said with a giggle, watching his face fall into another shocked expression. You would forever remember this night as a lesson well taught.

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