#can't deny my primal desire

[wanna-rock-n-roll-in80s]

Mads drinking in the series "Move on" (2012) ep.4

[dark-konohagakure2]

Since your writing for black butler now how about sebastian x younger naïve reader maybe like ciels older sister

tw: dub/noncon, age difference, corruption, abuse of power, size difference, risky sex, virginity loss, blackmail, period typical misogyny

All characters depicted are 18+

Sebastian, despite not being human, isn't immune to sexual desire entirety. While demons don't experience attraction in the same way that humans do, they still feel it, and Sebastian's primary sexual attraction is towards those whom he can take advantage of.

While the terms of his Faustian contract prevents him from doing anything to harm his young master Ciel, there is a loophole, he technically wouldn't be harming or betraying the Earl by taking advantage of his elder sister, so that is exactly what Sebastian plans to do.

It isn't too hard, Sebastian has nearly unlimited access to his young lady given how busy Ciel is and how dimwitted the other servants are, and she's a naive and trusting young woman who's oblivious to Sebastian's true nature, so he can take advantage of her as easily as he can breathe.

He's tasked with assisting her in getting dressed every morning, so Sebastian is very accustomed to seeing her naked body, and he very much likes what he sees. It's a morning like any other when the demon butler finally decides to strike. He'll be helping her get undressed, but then he'll 'accidently' forget to give her a dress, but she has nothing to fear, because Sebastian has a solution to this mundane little problem.

"Ah, my apologies My Lady, but it seems I've forgotten to bring you your clothes for the day. Well, no matter, you can simply assist me with finding you the correct one in the closet..."

As soon as the closet door is shut behind them, Sebastian makes his move. He'll firmly force his gloved hand over her mouth, gently shushing her as she spreads her now trembling legs apart, testing her wetness with his skilled fingers. The naive young lady doesn't fully understand what he's doing, but Sebastian insists that she can trust her dutiful butler.

Despite his appearance as a tall and lean man, Sebastian is a very well endowed demon, so his thick cock will stretch her poor untouched hole to its limits as he bullies it inside of her, but he's an attentive butler, so he'll soothe and shush his young mistress if she's struggling and crying too much, reminding her that denying a man's needs is very unladylike.

Sebastian can just barely keep up his gentlemanly persona when he's balls deep inside of the object of his dark desires, the red color in his eyes glowing and becoming more pronounced as he pounds away at the poor girl, his hand still clamped over the young woman's mouth as he moves in and out of her, hardly able to hold back his primal demonic urge to bite down all the way into her throat.

Sebastian doesn't bother to pull out when he finally climaxes, he's almost certain that a demon can't impregnate a human, and even if he's wrong, she's at childbearing age anyway, so he'd be doing her a favor. When he's finished with her he'll almost instantly assume his butler persona again, but not before giving her some friendly advice.

"Th-There... I must say that felt great, my little lady... Do run along now, and don't speak of this to anyone. We don't want the Young Master to think his dear sister is a strumpet now do we?"

Sebastian's implicit threat seemed to work, as the young Phantomhive keeps her mouth shut about what happened between the two of them in the closet, this pleases the demon greatly, and now he gets to have a new human plaything to use as he sees fit.

[azrielslittleslut]

The Frenzy (pt. 4)

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: Az and his mate are still exploring their bond... this time with bondage!

Warnings: 18+, smut, NSFW, oral (f receiving), bondage, mirror sex, soft dom!az, praise

Word Count: 2k

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"I still haven't made it up to you," Azriel says in a low voice.

You look up from the book you have been reading for the last two hours, and you smirk at him. "I thought we were taking a break."

After the time on the floor, when you had made him utterly fall apart in a whimpering mess of pleasure, the two of you had decided it was time for a reprieve. Your body was sore in the best way, and Az seemed, well... emptied out.

He had barely been able to stand up from the floor, his legs wobbly and his wings drooping. You had draped his arm across your shoulder as you walked him over to the couch, which is where the two of you had been lounging since.

Though it had only been two hours, you could already feel your need for him beginning to grow, that constant wetness between your thighs now coating the panties you had slid on.

Azriel inhales deeply, his eyes rolling back as he scents your arousal. His nostrils flare and his wings twitch, and he looks over at you with a primal hunger in his eyes. "Breaks over."

You yelp as he pounces on you, situating himself between your sore thighs. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer, grinding your throbbing pussy against his hard cock. "Az, please," you plead, your voice full of desperation.

He chuckles as he runs his tongue along your neck. "So impatient," he murmurs. His scarred hands palm your aching breasts through your robe, and he pinches your nipples with his fingers. "Can we play?" he asks.

You look up at him, offering him a wicked smile. You had known Azriel for a long time, and you had heard stories of his bedroom habits. Up until now, he hadn't brought it up, but you couldn't deny the fact that you have been very interested in what your mate is into.

"What do you want to do?" you ask, running your fingers through his silky hair.

"Do you trust me?"

You nod, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "Infinitely."

You close your eyes as the world becomes a blur, his shadows wrapping around you. When you open them again, you are met with the soft feeling of the bed beneath you. Az is still on top of you, his eyes dark and full of lust.

He reaches down and grabs the tie of your robe, pulling it through the loops until it is free. "Pick a safe word," he whispers as he gathers the tie in his hand.

Through your desire, you struggle to think of a word, but you eventually say, "Chocolate. My safe word is chocolate."

"Good girl," he praises, his voice low. "Can I tie you up?"

"Yes," you say, your voice breathless.

"On your stomach," he commands, moving away so you can roll over.

You obey him, flipping your body over and removing your robe and panties in the process. You gasp at the feeling of the cool air as it touches your heated skin. You lie down on the bed, raising your ass slightly and wiggling it for Azriel.

He lets out a soft moan. "You look so pretty like that, love," he murmurs, and he slowly moves back onto the bed, the mattress shifting under his weight.

You suck in a breath as he runs a finger down your spine, tracing it all the way down to your ass. He drops the tie so it dangles down, dancing along your skin. "Give me your wrists," he says in a low voice.

You brace your shoulders against the bed as you move your wrists to your lower back. He quickly ties them together, tight enough so you can't move them, but loose enough so it doesn't hurt.

He gives the tie a gentle tug. "Is this okay?" he asks as he bends down to press a kiss between your shoulder blades.

You give him a nod, your face pressed against the pillow.

He pulls on your wrists, pulling your chest up slightly. He leans down and nibbles on your earlobe. "Use your words."

"Yes," you breathe. "This is fine." It was more than fine, actually. You found that you loved being at his mercy, tied up with your pleasure in his hands.

He lays you back down, pressing down on your back. "Raise your hips for me," he says, and he grips your waist in his hands to help you as you settle your weight on your knees. "So fucking beautiful," he groans.

There you were, hands tied behind your back, ass raised up in invitation for your mate. You were so wet at this point, you could feel it dripping down your thighs.

You closed your eyes, fully expecting Az to fill you with his cock. Surely, he was unable to restrain himself now. Surely, he would give you what you both so desperately needed.

But he got off the bed and walked to the other side of the room. You cried out as he moved away. "Az? Where are you going?"

He chuckles as he fumbles around for a few seconds. "Patience, baby," he responds, and you pull against the tie as you hear him walk back towards the bed.

He puts something in front of your face, placing it on the pillow. He pulls your head up by your hair, and your eyes widen as you realize what he was grabbing earlier.

It was the mirror that had been hanging on the wall next to the dresser. You look at yourself in the reflection, noting your wild hair and lust-blown gaze.

"I want you to watch as I fuck you," he says, sliding a pillow under your chest. It allowed your head to be raised up enough so you could watch without straining your neck. "I want you to watch that beautiful face of yours fall apart in pleasure. Watch how well you take my cock."

Your eyes glaze over as you take in what he said, desire rushing through your body, lighting your skin on fire. "Okay," you let out, biting your bottom lip as you force yourself to keep your eyes open.

You knew it wouldn't be a good thing to disobey him, and you had no interest in dragging this out any longer.

"Such a good girl for me," he coos, moving back slightly to take off his sleep pants. Your eyes go straight to his cock as it slaps against his lower stomach. He was so big, and you still marveled at how you were able to fit all of him in your body. "Good girls get rewarded." He slaps your ass gently, then rubs it to soothe the sting. "Are you going to keep being my good girl?"

"Yes, yes!" you exclaim, keeping your eyes on him as he leans down to kiss the skin of your ass. "I'll be your good girl."

He smirks and then unleashes himself, feasting on you from behind. He licks your clit, moving his tongue in quick motions as he teases you. He spreads your ass open, keeping you bare as he licks you.

His shadows run along your face, teasing along your lips and chest. You knew he was using them to pleasure you, but you were also aware that they would let him know if you closed your eyes.

It is a struggle to keep your eyes open, but you watch as your mouth falls open and your cheeks become flushed. Your eyes roll back as Azriel fucks you with his tongue, his face pressed fully against your cunt. You moan at the feeling of his stubble against the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs.

You push back against him, moving your hips in circular motions as you feel your climax begin to build. But right as your vision starts to go white, Az pulls away, and you watch in frustration as he licks his lips.

"I thought you were supposed to be making it up to me," you say, moving your head up to meet his gaze. His eyes are full of primal hunger, his lids dropping down as he takes in your pussy, bare and glistening for him.

He says nothing as he takes his cock in his hand and lines it up with your entrance. In a single thrust, he sheathes himself inside of you, causing a sinful groan to escape your lips. Your eyes close as your body adjusts to him, your walls fluttering around his cock.

Az pulls on your hair again, yanking your head up so roughly that a harsh gasp escapes your lips. "Eyes open," he orders. "Or I will stop."

You snap your eyes open, keeping them locked on him as he begins to fuck you.

He takes you hard, harder than he has before. He still has your hair gripped in his hand, and with his other, he holds your wrists, pulling your body back to meet his thrusts. "Look at how pretty you look. Look at how well you take me," he groans, his head thrown back slightly.

You find that you can't take your eyes off of what's happening in the reflection of the mirror. You can't stop looking at the way his abs flex as he moves, at the way your ass jiggles each time his hips meet yours.

Az reaches down and hauls you up by the waist, and your eyes widen as you can now see his cock moving inside of you. You moan at the way it glistens with your wetness.

He releases your waist, moving his hand down to press gently on your lower stomach. You scream as you feel the tip of his cock hit the place deep inside of you, causing your legs to tremble.

"F- fuck," you gasp, leaning your head back against his shoulder. The mirror is long forgotten as he moves your head to the side to capture your lips in a rough kiss.

Azriel moves his hand down again to rub your clit,. Your climax slams into you and your mouth opens in a silent scream, your wrists straining against the tie as you fall apart in pleasure.

"That's it, angel. Make a mess on my cock," he says against your mouth, darting his tongue out to lick your bottom lip.

Your body is still trembling as he releases you, throwing you back down so your chest is once again pressed against the mattress. He grips your hips in his hands, his thrusts becoming erratic and sloppy.

A guttural moan escapes his throat as he cums, filling you with his seed. You smile into the pillow as you feel it dripping down your thighs, mixing with your own release.

Azriel gently unties your wrists, raising them to press a gentle kiss along the tender skin. He moves down so he is lying beside you, and he pulls you close, your face nuzzled into his chest.

"Are you alright?" he asks in a rough voice. "Was that alright?"

You can hear the slight worry in his tone, as if he were scared that had been too much.

You laugh softly as you wrap your arms around his lower back, careful of his wings. "No, my love." You kiss his chest. "I find I like that side of you. It's quite sexy."

He chuckles as he runs his hands through your sweat-dampened hair, moving it away from your face. "I told you I would make it up to you."

You wrap your legs around his waist and settle comfortably against the pillows. "And make it up you did," you respond, and smug smile forming on your face.

One day soon, the two of you would have to leave this cabin and return to normal life. Somehow, you would have to put your constant need for each other to the side, as there was a Court to help run.

But, for now, you let yourself bask in the aftermath of the pleasure Azriel had given you.

Perhaps, you think to yourself, we can let the frenzy go on for a little bit longer.

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[tojirights]

feat gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, nanami kento & choso kamo

tags: 18+ smut nsfw, minors do not interact.

breeding, teasing, unprotected sex, daddy kink

buy me a coffee?

gojo satoru

teases you about it constantly. he can always tell when you're ovulating by the way you talk about babies, how you squeak every time you see a toddler in a cute little outfit, especially little boys in dino sweaters. you know gojo isn't looking to have kids soon, if ever, but he's always able to pull out the charm just enough to tease you while your baby fever sky rockets.

"oh my godd 'toru." you whine, pulling on his shirt to get his attention. the cutest little baby sits in a swing as you walk past the park, giggling as his mama pushes him. gojo just chuckles, shaking his head. "what's up baby?" he snickers, watching your eyes light up. "y'wanna go home and make one?" his eyebrows wiggle and you sigh with annoyance but you can't help the way your body reacts to his tone.

gojo wraps you in his arms and hums. "one day, princess. you'll be such a good mama." he kisses your forehead as you sink into his chest. "and you're gonna look so sexy pregnant..." he groans to himself at the thought. you roll your eyes as gojo pulls you close. "let's go practice, hm?"

toji fushiguro

loves to see you swoon over his kids, and is greatful you like 'em so much to give him a break. but he makes the mistake of falling for your little puppy-dog eyes and pouty bottom lip every night when you crawl into bed with him. he groans when you slide onto his chest, an innocent yet tempting look in your eyes.

"i wanna be a mama, toji." you say, seductive undertones of your voice making toji's cock throb. "you already are, hon." he answers with a chuckle when you playfully slap his chest. "you know what i mean!" you whisper yell, careful not to be too loud and wake the kids up. "wanna have a baby. gumi is getting soo big and i love him! but..."

toji smirks, his hands trailing down your hips and settling on your ass. "y'wanna have a baby?" he hums, lips finding your neck. "wanna be so full of me? have my kid in that belly of yours?" he bites back a moan when you grind on his quickly stiffening cock. you gasp when he suddenly flips you onto your back and looms overtop of you. "y-yes daddy please." your breathy little moan sets toji over the edge.

"anything for you, pretty girl..."

nanami kento

smart man, knows you're dying to have kids and isn't one to make you wait for almost anything in life. he's been away for a few days on a mission but you've been blowing up his phone about how much you miss him, and sending screenshots of ideas for decorating the nursery when the time comes.

he comes home from the mission with flowers and chocolate, greets you with a kiss at the door, and as soon as his hands are free, he scoops you up into his arms. "i'm ovulating..." you whisper into his ear, kissing down his jawline. nanami huffs a laugh. "you think i didn't know that, my darling?" he palms your asscheeks as he carries you to the bedroom. "you've been basically begging for a creampie since i got ready to leave." he drops you onto the mattress and follows quickly, already working on getting his pants undone.

you bite your lip, adrenaline starting to surge through you as nanami ignores the drawer where you keep the condoms. "you deserve that baby you've been so patiently waiting for, what a wonderful mother you'll be." he sighs as his raw cock pushes into your pleading pussy.

choso kamo

doesn't quite know how to react when you start making hints that you want children. he's caught off guard when you start showing him pictures of little baby shoes with cute pink bows all over them, but he can't deny that his body has a very physical and primal desire to fufill your wants. he's a family man, after all.

he wastes no time helping in tracking your cycle, wanting to take every possible chance in making your dreams a reality. he wants to see you pregnant again and again, bringing his first born as many siblings as you can both muster.

[hoshifighting]

babe i need to know how svt would react to their girlfriend being a biter during sex. like she has to leave a mark SOMEWHERE.

seventeen reacting to you being a biter during sex

warnings: smut, bitning in sensitive areas, orgasm.

Seungcheol

 as you sink your teeth into seungcheol's shoulder during sex, he lets out a surprised gasp, his eyes widening in shock. but as the initial sting subsides, he finds himself enjoying the sensation, a low growl escaping his lips as he pulls you closer. "that's it, baby," he murmurs huskily, his hands tightening around you possessively. he loves the intensity of your desire, and the mark you leave behind serves as a reminder of the pleasure you both shared.

Jeonghan

 when you left a mark on jeonghan's skin, his initial reaction was one of surprise, his eyes widening in shock as he felt the sharp sting of your bite. but as the sensation faded into a dull ache, he found himself strangely aroused by your primal display of desire. "well, well," he chuckled, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. "looks like someone's feeling feisty tonight."

Joshua

 as you sink your teeth into joshua's skin, he lets out a surprised yelp, (almost got scared at first) his eyes widening in astonishment. but as he feels the rush of pleasure coursing through him, he can't help but moan softly, his hands gripping you tightly. "that feels amazing baby, oh my god..." he breathes, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. he's not used to such intensity, but he finds himself craving more with each passing moment.

Junhui

 when you leave a mark on junhui's shoulder, he lets out a sharp gasp, his eyes widening in surprise. but as he feels the mix of pleasure and pain wash over him, he can't help but groan softly, his fingers tangling in your hair. "whoa! i thought you were going to tear off a piece of me!" he murmurs, his lips quirking into a smile.

Soonyoung

as you sink your teeth into soonyoung's earlobe, he lets out a surprised yelp, his eyes widening in astonishment. but as the rush of pleasure washes over him, he can't help but chuckle softly, his lips curling into a grin. "well, is that one way to show your love?'' he teases, his laughter mixing with his moans, his fingers gently tracing the outline of the bite mark.

Wonwoo

 when you bite down on wonwoo's lip during sex, he lets out a soft groan, his eyes fluttering shut as he savors the sensation. but as he feels the sting of your teeth against his skin, he can't help but let out a breathless laugh, his fingers tracing the outline of the mark you've left behind. "i didn't know you had that side to you," he murmurs, his voice filled with awe and admiration.

Woozi

 when you bite down on jihoon's shoulder, he lets out a soft gasp, his eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. he's taken aback by your sudden boldness, but he can't deny the rush of desire that courses through him. "i-i like that" he admits shyly, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Minghao

as you bite down on minghao's lip, he lets out a low growl, his eyes darkening with desire. he relishes the mix of pleasure and pain, his hands gripping you tightly. "more," he murmurs, his voice husky with need. he would be crazy for you to mark his entire body, even having an artistic vision for the drawing of the marks on his body… 👀

Mingyu

 as you leave a mark on mingyu's abs, he lets out a low growl, his eyes darkening with desire. but as he feels the rush of pleasure, he can't help but smirk, his fingers trailing along the sensitive skin. "i like it when you get rough" he admits, his voice husky with arousal.

Seokmin

 when you bite down on seokmin's neck, he lets out a surprised gasp, his eyes widening in shock. but as he feels the mix of pleasure and pain, he can't help but moan loudly, his body trembling with arousal. "oh, god" he gasps, the bite making him cum faster than he had anticipated. he's embarrassed by his quick reaction, but he finds himself craving more of your touch, unable to resist you.

Seungkwan

 as you leave a mark on seungkwan's chest, he lets out a soft sigh, his body melting against yours in pleasure. but as he feels the rush of pleasure, he can't help but moan softly, his arms wrapping around you softly. "that feels so good..." he murmurs, his voice filled with desire.

Vernon

 as you bite down on vernon's thigh, he lets out a startled gasp, his eyes widening in surprise. but as he feels the slight sting, he can't help but whimper softly, his body melting into yours in pleasure. "you are so aggressive baby." he stammers, his cheeks flushing.

Chan

 when you bite down on chan's neck, he lets out a sharp gasp, his eyes narrowing with determination. but as he feels the mix of pleasure and pain, he can't help but growl softly, his hands gripping your ass possessively. "you think you can distract me that easily?" he challenges, his voice husky. he's determined to maintain control, but as you continue to tease him, he finds himself unable to resist the pleasure you bring him, his resolve crumbling with each passing moment. "h-hmm, y-yeah you can, oh fuck!"

[syrma-sensei]

→ Somewhere In Your Heart, Ch.2: A New Window

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Fem!reader.

Rating: Explicit.

Setting: Pre-canon; in the early 1980s.

word count: 2.6k.

Warnings/Tags: Abusive relationship, angst, self-care, Ben's potty mouth, dick talk (It's Ben, what do you expect?), implied non/dub-con, power imbalance, misogyny, implied prostitution...

Summary: Soldier Boy lives through the ennui of his peak, but everything is about to change when he has a shift in his heart.

When your manager told you you were to sing side by side with Soldier Boy, you didn't believe him. Despite the fact Jack has a strong proclivity to humour — depraved humour at that, you know he seldom jests about business. Jack has a strict code when it comes to you. His precious little asset. So, when he says you are to sing with America's greatest hero, then you are.

“S-Soldier Boy?” Your voice is but a squeaky hush. You still find it intimidating, albeit quite ironic to say the least.

In spite of your stupor, you curb a scoff and suffice to have a private laugh between you and yourself. You never thought the Soldier Boy would be easy.

Jack smirks, his foxy eyes glimmering, “I had a call with the Legend early this morning, he said Soldier Boy had made a specific request for a collaboration with you. He wants you to stand by his side for his next cover song.”

As you come off it, you realise it really shouldn't have been a surprise to you. The man literally eye-fucked you last night with his rather captivating green eyes. You could perceive the primal desire that seared within them when he spoke and flirted with you. You're used to this kind of reaction from men, of course. You weren't in the entertainment industry for that long, but you've always fancied yourself a quick learner; and Jack made sure you learn faster. The real surprise to you is that Soldier Boy is being subtle about it. You gotta hand it to him, you're rather impressed.

“You seem to have made quite the impression on Soldier Boy last night, sweetheart.” Jack remarks, and you smile slightly, “Thanks to me, of course, I think I taught you well…”

Your smile falters a bit, because you know he's not saying that out of the sheer notion of teasing you. No, of course not, he can't but give himself the credits, he made you after all. You can't deny the fact; he salvaged you from the cruelty of being in the streets years ago, and made you what you've become today. A promising diva with a magnificent ore.

“What should I ever be without you?” You humour him with a smile, as he's always taught you. Do not contradict a man, especially one with power.

“The pole-smoke you had been before I plucked you from the streets.” His smirk widens, and the sly gaze Jack is giving her doesn't settle well in her.

Jack stands up from his seat and saunters down to you. His thumb strokes your lower lip, the unctuous gentleness makes your stomach roil.

“Listen to me, my pretty slut,” He tugs a strand of hair out of your face behind your ear, the maliciousness in his voice is well-coated with perfected inveiglement. His thumb is back to your lower lip, “You will go to Vought, do your supposed rehearsals, and indulge every whim Soldier Boy wants from you… even if he wants to muffle his cuban cigars in your pretty tits” He yanks her jaws up to make you look at him in the eyes, ignoring your small whimper, “Because you and I are both aware that he isn't only after that pretty voice of yours. Don’t you dare fuck this up, understood?”

You swallow the large bile in the back of your throat. Jack smiles at the vehemence of your nod. “Y-Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” He loosens his grip slightly. “Think of the offers you'll be lavished with after you sing next to Soldier Boy. You'll be one hell of a star, my star. Your pictures will be all over the country, and fuck, who knows, maybe you'd have a chance in L.A. too.”

Your mind floods with snaps of what your future might be. It wanders away, on a red carpet, where your heeled feet would treat with a swagger. Surrounded by camera flashes and ardent fans, just wanting you to look in their direction. And maybe, just maybe, Jack wouldn't be up on your ass anymore.

You shake your head back into the present. “What’s the song gonna be any way?” You ask Jack.

“Who fucking cares?” The latter shrugs, glancing at his wristwatch, “How about you find out yourself? Legend said Vought would send a private car to get you today.”

“So soon?” Your shoulders slump a bit.

“Is that hesitation I'm hearing?” He glares.

“N-No,” You gulp, “I’m just… it's happening a little too fast, don't you think?” Her lips curl in a dither smile.

Jack's frown deepens, “Aren’t you eager to make history?” He snickers, “Of course, a lowly whore like you isn't accustomed to the high steps of the ladder; you've always belonged at the bottom of it. What was I thinking.”

Tears start to burn in your eyes. You wonder why he's always so cruel to you? You always did what he wanted to please him. Before you started to perform at private parties and festivities, Jack used to drag you from an awful club to an even worse club, and exploited your voice and your other talents to fill up his pockets, under the excuse of enlarging and extending your audience; a good entertainer would perform for all of kind of people, he claimed. Promising that you'd make it up the ladder before you even knew it if you kept plugging. But now, and when you're at the threshold of achieving what he's always drilling into you, he is nothing but disparaging.

“No.” Your voice surprises you as it comes out with a defying tone.

“What’d you say?” Jack raises a brow.

“I said no, I don't belong to the bottom of the ladder.”

You expected the backhand slap, but you didn't expect it to make your mouth bleed.

“You’re my slut, my whore, I made you. Don't you dare concur yourself with me.” He seethes.

You grimace at the taste of iron as you swallow your blood silently, tears streaming down your cheeks.

Jack seems to rouse from his fit as his head tilts to the side. “Oh, no no, what’d I do?” He pulls his silky, cerulean handkerchief from his breast pocket and dabs it gently on the corner of your mouth.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He murmurs, and you give him a weak, sanguine smile. When he's done, he tells you, “Do cover it up with some makeup; we don't want Soldier Boy to see your pretty face worked up, do we?” He grins, but it's empty of any sliver of sympathy. “Now, shake a leg, would you? Legend said Soldier Boy wanted to see you by noon. We don't want to give them the impression that we're a bunch of slackers, do we?”

You nod meekly.

Ben groans in pleasure, his body shivering in a long lost voraciousness. He wonders if the curl of your lips when you smiled at him and the enchanting glance of your eyes have something to do with that as his load washes abundantly on his hand. He's so engrossed in his high that he doesn't detect the knocks on his door.

“Oh, for fuck's sake!” Legend grouses, his head whipping away the moment he steps into Soldier Boy's bedroom.

The latter only smirks, deft hands tugging his softening cock back in his pants. “What’s the matter? Can't look at what you don't possess?” He drawls smugly, his voice saturated with a satisfied rasp from his recent ecstasy.

“I fucking knocked! Good thing I'm not an enemy.” Legend rolls his eyes behind his shades, “Who woulda thought Soldier Boy could be shanked when he whacked off.” Legend sneers, savouring in having this sleazy clapback at the supe.

Soldier Boy's smik widens, zipping his gear pants, “You’re just saying that because my dick is twice as yours.”

Legend appears to be quite unfazed, “Well, yeah, but I never had a woman who refused an ass-fuck because of it.” He sighs, “Anyway, Ms. (L/N), is here.”

“Fucking finally…” Ben perks up, a huge smile on his face. But the Legend's slight frown makes his eyes roll. “What is it?” It's not like he wants the latter’s approval, but Legend has proven his viewpoints can be useful when it comes to Soldier Boy's career.

“Look, I know the gal has the voice and the looks.” Legend says, “But don't you think she's way… below you?” Ben raises a brow as Legend continues, “There are many better options, just saying…” 

Ben clicks his tongue, his temper is starting to fume, “She’s a fucking blast. She has the fucking talent. Isn't it your job to look out for talents?”

“Yeah, but—”

“It’s her or nothin’.” Soldier Boy asserts, and when he reads hesitance on Legend's face, he adds, “You can still have Noir do it if you want to.” He shrugs, "But here you are, you handed it to me, because you know that I get how the job's done, and nobody can pull it off like me.”

“Fine!” Legend acquiesces, it's not like he has much of a choice. “I hope you're fucking right about her.” And you're not only thinking with your dick.

“Atta boy!” Soldier Boy pats his shoulder, “Now we don't want to keep the next diva waiting, do we?”

Your heart is pounding in your chest despite how hard you're trying to maintain your cocksure exterior.

Don't you fuck this up.

Jack's words trill in your head again and again. You close your eyes and huffs an elongated breath through your nostrils. He didn't come with you, but his agonising words never leave you, and the skeptical looks shot in your direction from Vought employees passing by don't make it any better.

What am I doing here?

You question yourself again.

To make history.

Jack's words ring again in your ears.

Although you're too immersed in your thoughts, you notice the blur of green and eagle of a man sauntering down in your way with a couple of men at the either of his side.

Your mask involuntarily slips on your face as your lips concoct a conceited grin that mirrors the cocky smirk on Soldier Boy's face. You stand up to say hello.

“We meet again, honey bun.”

“Pleasure to meet you again, sir.”

Your mustered aplomb starts to waver at the mere sight of him in that green suit; it makes you hold your breath. Soldier Boy himself is standing in front of you in his green glory with his gloved hand extended to you. He looks so different from the man you met yesterday. Maybe because of his supe suit. However, you're glad he isn't wearing the helmet, his revealed face brought some familiarity to the man you met before.

He leans in to press a kiss on your knuckles as you take his offered hand to shake.

“The pleasure is all mine, (Y/N).”

You resist the heat travelling up to your ears. “Thank you, sir.”

“Please, call me Ben.” He says in a somewhat ordering tone and you nod.

Soldier Boy introduces you to Legend and you shake the latter's hand too. The three of you make it to a nearby room to discuss business.

“I’d like to thank Soldier — Ben for giving me such an opportunity to perform by his side. I'm honoured, sir.” You start. “I’m gonna make sure it's worth your while.”

“You’ll sure do, dollface, you'll sure do.” He pours you and himself a glass of liquor, letting Legend pour his own glass which makes you raise a brow. It's still midday. You politely turn down the glass.

You and I are both aware that he isn't only after that pretty voice of yours. 

Jack's words ring in your ear. You can clearly picture his smirking face staring at you.

“I was at the wedding last night, y'know,” Legend lights up a cigar as he drawls, “And let me tell ya that recognising a talent when I see or hear it is what pays my bills.” He takes a drag and puffs it out of his nostrils.

You thank him before he asks you about your career, making it feel like it's a job interview or something of the sort. You tell him the story you tell everybody. That you've always had a knack for singing ever since you were a child. And you used to sing at school, then you continued your passion and sang in bars and clubs until Jack beheld one of your performances and took you under his wing ever since. Which it's true, sort of.

“Jack is a good teach, he taught me everything I know to entertain my audience.” Your eyes flit momentarily at Soldier Boy whose eyes never leave you, then you grin back at Legend, “Making him a lot much like you sir. He flushes out the talent when he sees it.”

Legend grins back, taking another waft of his cigar, “Has he ever had you perform for another media before?”

You shake your head, “No, sir, my audience is still limited.”

“Ah, perfect, what could be better than a talented new face,” Legend says, “Well, I think we're all in for a treat, sweetheart. Vought would be happy to introduce you to the public. A pretty new face with a beautiful voice, singing for the first time and next to Soldier Boy. I think that would give you a great privilege if you tipped your cards right…”

“And it can be more than a one-time thing…” Soldier Boy adds, a satisfied grin on his face, but you didn't miss the way Legend's lips twitch.

“Are you trying to employ me, sir?” You raise an eyebrow.

“We’re offering you a chance of a lifetime.” Legend takes another drag, which seems rather an elongated sigh than a normal puff, “Our entertainment business is always happy to make and nurture gifted new faces.”

You stay silent for a moment. This is big. Unbelievably big. You're literally being offered a job at Vought. It's something you wouldn't even dare dreaming about. Jack didn't tell you anything about this.

Don't you fuck it up. 

Jack's voice reverberates in the back of your head again.

“But I'm not a supe, sir, how come I'd be useful for the company?” You ask. “And what about Jack?”

You could've sworn you saw the slightest irritation in Soldier Boy's eyes.

“Do you see me with one, sweetheart?” Legend lets out an amused snore, “Yet, here I am.” He splays his arms open in showboat manner. “As for Jack, he'll still be your manager under our terms, of course, as agreed accordingly.”

Your eyebrows furrow. As agreed accordingly? Of course, you scoff internally. He's already sold you out to Vought the moment he sniffed the smell of cash. Well, you can't argue with that really; you owe the man your life. You're his, like her always tells you.

Despite everything being played out of your control, you still insist on having a say in this, or at least to seem so.

“Good,” You smile cordially, “Because I'd have humbly declined your offer hadn't Jack been kept in the picture.”

“Ever did any of blues shit before, dollface?”

You can detect the drastic change in Soldier Boy's tone.

“No, not as of yet.”

“Well, good thing you have someone's been long enough in the trade to teach you some of the ol’ tricks, darlin'.” His teeth bare in a shark like smile that doesn't set well in you.

Your heart paces up as adrenaline rushes through your veins, choosing to accept the challenge, “I’m down for it, Ben.”

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Bear!Price: the after...

Price is barley able to get the door closed behind him before he spits in his hand and shoves it down in his pants. The pulsing of his cock was so distracting from his way back, thinking about you. Those soft hands.

Price begins to pump his cock at a steady pace. Just like he would fuck you. The shivers of pleasure run through him, your smell in his nose like ambrosia. “God, my good girl. Knowing who she belongs to.” A low sound grumbled through him, as he throws his head back in ecstasy. He felt like everything about you drew him mad.

The sight of you on your knees for him. That soft pink tongue poking out to tease the head of his cock. He knows your hands would be so soft as you stroke him.

As soft as they were on the river.

He pumps his cock a bit faster, the thought of those beautiful eyes looking up at him like you do. How blessed he would be to see those eyes feel with tears of pleasure.

Pleasure he caused.

He feels like a pervert thinking these things about you. He just couldn't help himself.

He wondered how sweet you would taste with his tongue in that pretty pussy. A meal waiting to be devoured. I bet you taste as good as you smell, baby girl. Price was salivating at the thought, his hand reaching back and claws punching out into the wall, mindlessly wishing to grab those soft curves of yours.

You'd make the prettiest sounds for him, he knows it. Knows how nicely you'll ask for him to fill you. Mark you. Mine. A bust of possessiveness tears through him at the thought of the coward that just left you there. Abandoned you.

I'll protect you so much better than he can, my pretty girl. Only mine.

John shifted his hands, adjusting the grip on  his shaft to cup his balls, a slightly tighter feel. Just like that pussy. Another groan. My good girl would moan so pretty for me. John was lost to his primal desires, fur beginning to sprout from his arms. His grunts turned more into growls, more beast than man.

A man too desperate to stroke his cock before he even gets his shoes off. He should be ashamed how easy his control snaps when he's around you. When he's even thinking about you. When was the last time Price got so hung up over someone like this? Doesn’t matter. What matters is Price’s vow to feel you cum around him. For him. Giving your orgasm to him like the greedy man he is.

Fuck!

Price’s balls draw up without much warning, unable to deny himself of your pleasure, even in his fantasies. He ruts into his hands before a roar rips from him as he spurts out his load. There’s a nagging in the back of his head that his cum is going to waste-but the thought of putting it inside you, marking you, causes him to leak over even more.

John tumbles into the edges of his bliss, pulsing waves of pleasure lulling him into a comfort state, slouched against his front door. He swims in that space for an unknown amount of time until he’s finally can catch his breath. He leans back against the door for support, not caring about the load of laundry he's got to get done now, thinking of you. My pretty, pretty girl.

A pleased rumble grounds him.

I can't wait to see you again.

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[johnwickb1tsch]

bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 19 all chapters

“Jane! Will you hear reason? (he stooped and approached his lips to my ear); “because, if you won’t, I’ll try violence.” -Rochester, Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte

WARNINGS: NSFW, POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, SEXUAL CONTENT, YANDERE SH!T, PLZ TAKE CARE, LOVE U ALL 😘😘😘😘

-It is unfathomable, the amount of dread that manages to build inside you as you make that short walk up the stairs and down the hall. Back to the bedroom, which may as well be your jail cell. The locks on the door engage with what is to you, an ominous click.

Did you really think you were going to get one over on a man who was a professional predator?

You little fool.

You find it hard to read John’s expression. Not mad, exactly, but not happy either. Pensive. You realize he’s deep in thought, and that almost scares you more than if he’d peppered you with threats.

What is he going to do to you?

He drops you down on the bed, hard enough that you bounce. Your first instinct is to try to scramble away, but he is on you in a second, pulling you closer with hands on your thighs that will not be denied.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

He leans over you, trapping you in the cage of his arms and his torso. He is so much bigger than you, and you hate it that you find his looming body equally titillating as it is terrifying. Your hands gravitate to his chest, as though to keep him at bay, but mostly…just resting there, on muscle that is like warm carved granite.

You dare to look up meet his gaze, and find his eye has turned from swollen red to a vibrant royal purple. You know it must hurt.

Even more fucked up, you actually start to feel bad about it.

You reach up to touch his cheek lightly. “John…I’m sorry.”

His eyes narrow, and he looks you up and down so neatly trapped beneath him. “Oh, you’re going to be,” he practically purrs.

A trill of fear skitters down your spine.

“My ankle hurts,” you whine, angling for sympathy.

“And whose fault is that?”

“Pretty sure it’s yours.”

He chuckles at you, though there is a dark note beneath it all that lifts every hair on your body.

You are so fucked.

You cannot help but think he is savoring your nervousness, like a cat toying with a mouse. You are shaking like a leaf, and you flinch when he lifts a hand to your face. But he doesn’t strike you, just caresses the curve of your cheek.

You know deep down that he’s just priming you for what is to come, but fuck if it doesn’t feel wonderful to lean into his touch, and you can nearly pretend that he cherishes you. It almost puts you at ease—but you have already learned this man offers no comfort without exacting some impossible price for it later.

He settles farther into you with a low sound like a growl, rubbing the scruff of his beard against your face as though marking you. It is so primal, so far removed from anything civilized, and you…cannot suppress a sigh.

You should struggle and bite and kick—but in that moment, you just...don't want to.

“Hmm,” he grumbles, a sound from deep in his chest that you feel as much as hear. “My fierce little kitten. What am I to do with you?”

“Let me go?”

You don't know why you even ask. You already know his answer, but you just can't stop yourself. You are filled to the gills with the most agonizing mix of arousal and fear, nearly sick with the adrenaline racing through your veins.

This man will kill you just with the threat of waiting, it seems.

He answers by pressing his mouth to yours, taking your lips in a possessive and probing kiss that curls your toes. He pulls you closer, offering you a firm thigh between your legs to grind upon, and goddamn it that if lost in the moment, you don’t take him up on it. You feel him smile against your mouth, nipping at your lower lip.

 It leaves you dizzy with desire, and he takes advantage of your stupefied state, suddenly flipping you on your stomach. You scream a little with surprise, finding yourself bent over the edge of the bed, his narrow hips flush against your backside. You try to struggle up on your elbows, but he pins you down with a large hand between your shoulder blades. 

“Stay there,” he warns you. “Or I'll make you stay.”

Your heart is a thunderous timpani roll in your ears. With your face down in the soft sheets that smell so deliciously like him, you fear you know what’s coming next. Yet he takes his time about it, his gentle fingertips tracing your curves, down to the sensitive skin of the backs of your thighs. It makes you shudder—why does he have to be so gentle, while he’s being so terrible?

You feel his fingers bunch in your hem a moment before he wrenches your skirt up past your waist. 

You cry out, writhing on instinct, but again he pins you with his torso moulded against your back. The warmth of him, and the weight of him…is a damnably delightful thing.

“My bad bad girl.” You feel his fingertips ghosting up your thigh, up to trace the line of your panties over your buttock, teasing just inside the elastic. Your hands fist in the sheets; you can hardly stand it. His light touch feels uneasily wonderful, and your fruitless squirming beneath him is equally fueled by desire and dread. You can feel his erection pressing into your flesh. It does not help the growing ache between your thighs. It's possible you arch into him for a moment, before you regain your wits again, grinding your teeth against every iota of tainted pleasure this man makes you feel.

He cups the round of your butt with a groan of approval, the breadth of his paw making you feel impossibly small. 

“Such a perfect ass. Just made for spanking.”

A spear of cold fear pierces your insides.

“Please don't hit me.” You hate how utterly pathetic you sound, whimpering into the counterpane.

“No? You hit me first.”

“I...you kidnapped me!” 

“Hmm.”

You are realizing that's not going to be a viable defense with this man. 

“Just remember, kitten. Anything you can do.” He kisses the knob of your spine on the back of your neck, making you shudder.  “I can do to you.” Another kiss, lower on your exposed spine, that absolutely fries the wires in your brain. “Ten times worse. Understood?”

“Yes.” You are proud that your voice sounds somewhat level, because all you want to do is sob into the sheets. It makes you so angry, that he can manipulate your body this way, and that the threat of his brutality merely seems to serve as an amuse bouche to your arousal. What the fuck is wrong with you?

“So. My darling doesn't like hitting. I don't either. Should we make a deal?” 

“A deal?” 

“You won't hit me, and I won't hit you.”

“Ok,” you sigh, relieved yet knowing this is not something that in a sane world, should win your gratitude. Little by little, he's tying your hands more, stealing your ability to fight back, catching you up in the web of his game.

His voice drops low as he warns you, “Don't break a deal with me, sweetheart. You won't like it.” 

“I won't.” Your voice is so small, you hardly recognize it.

He makes a sound of approval from deep in his chest, running his hand down your back, almost like he’s petting you.

“But now we're back to square one. How am I to punish you?”

You make a squeak of surprise.

“But—”

“I’m going to have a black eye for at least a week. You owe me something.”

He kidnapped you, and you hit him trying to escape, so you owe him.

Class, welcome to Gaslighting 101.

Worse yet, you know it, but there’s not a goddammed thing you can do about it.

When you remain silent in your fury he further prompts, “Any suggestions?”

You cannot stop yourself from spitting, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

He actually laughs at that, a low sound that tugs at your belly and makes you pulse between your thighs.

“I think I have an idea.”

His fingertips hook in the sides of your panties, drawing them down to bare your ass to him. “No…” You try to roll away, but he pins you again with his hips against the bed.

“Feeling shy now? I literally had my tongue inside your sweet little pussy a few days ago.” The reminder of this invokes a throbbing in your cunt that is not helpful at all.

“That was different…”

“Was it?”

A lump rises in your throat, and you barely manage to speak around it. “I trusted you then.”

“I’m still the same man, y/n.” He caresses the curve of your ass cheek, so gently. His fingertips stray agonizingly close to your weeping center, and you know you are a broken thing, for the flood of slick that answers him between your legs. You tremble as you fight not to strain towards him, like a flower seeks the sun. “I think you knew I was dangerous, even then.”

Your breath escapes in a shuddering sigh. He might be right about that…but the rest. There’s no way you could have even dreamed all the rest. You did not sign up for this. You’re going to have to keep reminding yourself of that, no matter how tenuous your reality becomes.

A small sound escapes you, as he bends to kiss the small of your back.

“Here’s what we’re going to do, y/n.” His lips stray lower to the globe of your ass, and you quiver in a mixture of anticipation and fear. His thumb rests at the crease where your thigh meets your butt cheek, so close to your center that you could scream. “A bruise for a bruise.”

“Wait—”

His teeth sink into your ass, hard, and you squeal. 

“John!”

He holds you down, sucking mercilessly, leaving what you realize will be the worst hickey in the history of hickeys. It hurts, but a little voice inside your head sings out, it could be so much worse... and as it goes on...his mouth working on your flesh sort of feels good. You force yourself to remain still, gripping the sheets so hard that you feel like they should tear.

When at last he finishes with you, planting the gentlest kiss over the site he just utterly ravaged, you whimper with relief...and want. He continues his soft kisses, feather light, up your spine again, until his body is draped over yours once more, his erection in his pants fitting snugly in the crack of your ass.

Fuck.

You are a quivering mess beneath him, and there is a chaotic knot in your chest made of fear, desire, revulsion, and yearning. You are coiled tight as a spring, and you know, you just know that if he moved to take you like this you would absolutely let him, weeping with relief, even if you would loathe yourself for it later.

He kisses your cheek, ever so sweetly, as though he hadn’t just scared the bejeezus out of you and practically tried to take a bite out of you besides. “That’s my good girl. You took that so well.”

You can hardly believe the intoxicating flood of warmth that fills you at hearing those words. For the umpteenth time you wonder what the fuck is he doing to you?

You feel him start to move off of you, and before you can stop yourself you make a sound of protest, not wanting him to go.

“Shh. I’ll be right back, sweetheart.” He claps your behind just enough to make a sound—and a spear of longing to shoot through you.

Before you can complain about your deal of no hitting, he’s gone, leaving you cold and exposed upon the bed, wondering what the fuck just happened.

-By the time he returns you’ve righted yourself again, pulled up your big girl panties and got in a quick, semi-cathartic cry against the pillow that smells so wonderfully of him.

Dog is at John’s heels, and he is ever so happy to scarf down the remains of your sandwich that still littered the floor.

John scoops up the book that nearly took his head off. You can see his left eye is swelling angrily. He should have iced it immediately—but he had other things on his mind.

“Did it have to be War and Peace?” he grumbles with a frown.  

“Seemed fitting.”

He snorts, though the look he pays you isn’t exactly kind. “Remind me to hide Anna Karenina,” he says, but just replaces it on the shelf, not even bothering to take it away from you.

You guess he won't fall for the same trick twice. 

You're right about that.

After he wraps your ankle with ACE bandage and sits for a while with frozen peas on his eye, he installs a camera up in the corner of the room, right where you can see it. 

“This will stay here until you prove to me you can be trusted with privacy.” 

You frown, but say nothing in return.

-Later, you are resting together in bed, almost like a normal couple. At his demand you agreed to snuggle with him, settling in at his side. His arm is around your shoulders, your head on his chest. The scene is almost sweet, but he has the cold pack on his eye again, and you are elevating your ankle on a pillow.

What a pair you make.

He adjusts the compress on his eye, and you are taken aback after he so insisted on punishing you, he seems to find it funny, a huff of laugher escaping him. “Don't tell anyone you got one in on John Wick, they'll want to hire you.”

Though you should be cautious after everything that just happened, this piques your voracious curiosity once more.

“Were you a big deal, in your world? 

“I was...good at my job.”

“How did you get into that?”

He juts his bottom jaw, the way you've noticed he does when he's agitated, or thinking about something he doesn’t like. 

“I never really had a choice,” he answers finally. “I was an orphan, and the people who took me in trained me to be a killer.” 

You blink at that, trying to decide if he's fucking with you or not. 

“That's like, some Agent Salt shit.”

He tilts his head, not following. 

“You know. Like, KGB Russian sleeper agents?”

He snorts. “Sure, I guess. I might have liked KGB training, compared to what we went through.” 

Before you can stop yourself, you reach up to touch his face, stroking his beard with the blade of your thumb. 

Jesus, you should not feel sorry for this man. But Goddammit. Something tells you that he's absolutely telling you the truth. Something about the way he delivers it, and the way he is…it tracks. He’s not trying to sound tough, or brag, or make up a good backstory about his past.

It just…is, and it breaks your heart in two. 

[sahisan]

Hello could you do birthday smut with either scara or kazuha or maybe both by chance since I my birthday I was wondering what links you would do but maybe you could add a bit of prasing in it?

★ summary: scaramouche x fem!reader. he gives you the best birthday present.

☆ cw: nsfw. oral recieving (reader). cunnilingus. overstimulation (a bit?). praise. use of "good girl", "love". 954 words.

☾ a/n: ty for this req! i'm really, like really sorry i ignored it for almost a month and happy late birthday to you! sorry no kazuha here though. (⁠｡⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠) this post is also a thank you for 100 followers. for every and each one who follow me and support my works! thank you so much!(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

this was definitely not how you intended to celebrate your birthday.

but it was definitely how scaramouche's imagined.

scaramouche’s lips curled into a wicked smirk as he felt your fingers tangle in his hair again, pulling him closer to your needy heat once more. how many times have you come on his tongue already? the action sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his core, fueling his desire to please you again and again, until you'll be satisfied. he groaned softly against you, the vibrations adding to the sensations on your clit yet again.

"you can't get enough of me, can you?" he murmured, his voice low and filled with a mix of arrogance and satisfaction. his tongue expertly flicked and swirled against your swollen clit, his movements becoming more demanding and insistent, hearing your whimpers, that you truly tried to hold back, seeping out of your mouth much more loudly this time. "though, i can't deny you taste so fucking good... seems that it's me who can't get enough of you, huh?"

his hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he intensified his efforts, his mouth working you over with a relentless determination. the your body tensed, the way your moans were growing louder with each passing moment... this was just as he liked it.

you could feel yourself getting lost in the heady mixture of desire and need coursing through your veins, all of your body. the intensity of the moment fueled your aching desire, transforming his rough touch into something desperate and raw, making your fingers possessively tug on his hair once more, guiding his face closer and closer, with almost no gap between your cunt and his lips.

"s-scara- faster, a-ah... please, more!.." as your pleas filled the room, scaramouche could feel the familiar tightening in his own body, aching for release. but he held back, focusing solely on his lover's pleasure, his own desires temporarily put aside to bring you maximum of satisfaction on your birthday.

he could feel your body arching into him, your fingers tangling in his indigo locks, pulling on them almost desperately. It was a sensation he enjoyed, the mix of pleasure and slight pain fueling his desire further.

but amidst the primal cravings, a tenderness lingered. scaramouche couldn't help but be drawn to your vulnerability, to the way you trusted him implicitly with your pleasure. He adored the way your moans filled the room, how your body quivered under his ministrations.

"does it feel good, my love?" he growled, his voice vibrating against your sensitive skin. you had no time to answer, your mouth busy with moaning. "you're mine to devour, to pleasure. and I'll make sure you're left gasping and trembling by the time I'm done with your gift."

his movements became both demanding and passionate. his tongue flicked and circled over your clit, relentless in its pursuit of your release. he absolutely adored the way your body writhed under him.

but there was always an underlying tenderness in his actions. he would occasionally pause to press soft kisses to your thighs, his fingers tracing soothing patterns against your skin. he couldn't deny the swell of affection that surged within him.

as he continued to taste and devour you, two of his fingers joined in the play, slipping into your wetness to add to your pleasure. he curled them just right, hitting that sweet spot inside, his free hand gripping your thigh possessively, even if the main grip was your hand in his hair.

"mmn- scara... 't feels so good!.." you whimpered desperately, your voice almost pleading, aching for more. your body arched up, hips bucking against his mouth again and again. "please, don't- don't stop!.."

"mmm... i know, love, i won't." he murmured, his lips almost against your sensitive cunt, not letting go just yet.

he could feel your trembling, your moans growing louder, and he intensified his ministrations, urging you closer to your orgasm. with each flick of his tongue, each curl of his fingers, he was purposeful and focused on giving you the best birthday present he ever could.

"that's it, my love," he murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. "you're such a good girl for me."

your walls clenched around his fingers at the praise - he definitely knew what he was doing. he held back a smirk, allowing you to guide him closer, relishing in the feeling of your fingers gripping his hair tightly.

his tongue worked with purpose and expertise, tracing circles and flicking against your sensitive flesh. his mouth sealed around your clit, sucking and teasing, fully committed to satisfying your need and desires.

as your moans grew louder, scaramouche intensified his rhythm, his actions becoming more fervent. he reveled in the taste, the texture, and the sounds of your pleasure, thoroughly enjoying the control you held over him in this moment.

his free hand traveled up your body, tracing soft caresses along the curve of your waist and the slope of your breasts. he could feel the tension building within you, the telltale signs of her imminent release. And he intended to push you over the edge again and again if needed.

"s-scara!.. coming, I'm... ah, I'm coming again!.." you pleaded, words interrupted with moans of your pleasure.

"that's it... come on my tongue like a good girl, my love." he whispered, the sensations pushing you over the edge yet again, as you released on his tongue one more time, gripping his hair tightly and not letting his mouth pull away.

he held you in his arms, allowing you to regain your breath, his touch gentle and comforting. the icy mask of his persona slipped for a moment, replaced by a softer expression.

"you were exquisite." he murmured, his voice tinged with sincerity. "i hope you know just how much I crave you, love. happy birthday."

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Day 27: “The turkey’s not the only thing getting stuffed today.”

Fandom: Call Of Duty:Modern Warfare 2

Character: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

Naughty or Nice

Warnings: p in v, reader getting stuffed.

A/n: idk I'm tired and bad at tags, this is also very short cause I am very tired.

Simon seemed to notice that you tended to get riled up around the Holiday, he didn't mind it of course. He loved you and it's not like he was about to deny sex from you. Tilting his head to the side, he watched you parade around wearing one of his shirts.

Gaze darkening the man walked over to you placing his hand on your hips drawing you in as his lips pressed into your neck.

“The turkey’s not the only thing getting stuffed today.”

A little giggle escaped your lips as you titled your head back. "Really? You want sex now, 141 will be over in a few hours and i still need to stuck that fucking thing."

Giving your neck a nip, he then pulled back as his lips pulled into a smirk. "A quickie can't hurt."

"Then we better make it quick."

Simon's eyes darkened with desire as he held you close, savoring the feeling of your body against his as he let his fingers message your hips. "Oh love, you have no idea what I have in store for you." His voice dipped as he then caressed your cheek his touch gentle yet possessive " I'm going to fuck you so hard, love. Make you scream my name until you can't remember anything else...you won't even be able to walk."

His voice dripping with anticipation as his hands then roamed your body as his touch ignited a fire within you. His fingers tracing the curve of your spine as his lips left a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, he whispered in a low, demanding voice.

"I cannot wait to hear you sing my name."

He expertly unbuttoned his pants, freeing his throbbing cock from its confines. With a firm grip on your hips, he positioned you above him. The man happy you were not wearing any panties. Your wetness sliding along his length. He groaned as he slowly sank into you, the feeling of your tightness enveloping him.

Simon's grip on your hips tightened as he guided your movements, setting a rhythm that had you both gasping for breath. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with your moans of pleasure.

His lips crashed against yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as his thrusts became more urgent, driving you both closer to the edge. The room was filled with the intoxicating scent of sex and the symphony of your lustful cries.

As the pleasure built to its peak, Simon's grip on you became almost bruising, his thrusts growing frenzied. With a final, primal groan, he released inside you, his hot cum filling you completely.

You clung to each other, panting and sated, as the waves of pleasure slowly subsided. Simon pressed gentle kisses to your temple, whispering in your ear."You're mine. And I'm not letting you go."

Laughing weakly, you let your fingers glide across his cheek as you looked into his eyes. "I think we should have that party tomorrow."

Grinning, Simon placed a kiss to your neck. Still buried deep within you he reached for his phone as a moan left your lips. "Smart idea love."

[carmesi-butterfly]

thoughts on submissive gyuvin at 3:10 am

my first time writing smut, i feel like this turned out awful but i did my best ok 😔 because it's the first time i do it i don't know how to tag most of the stuff,, sorry

my random thoughts about submissive gyuvin. word count 591. warnings overstimulation, dumbification (?), sex without condom, finishing inside. no proofread.

"a-ah... i ca-ah! i can't believe you're doing this to me" were the only coherent words dropped from your boyfriend's mouth.

hours of overstimulation ended up with a destroyed gyuvin, his hair looking messy and his body all sticky covered by a mix of sweat, saliva, and sexual fluids of all the orgasms you took out of him, a few of them being yours too. poor gyuvin was being fucked so well by his partner that he couldn't even tangle two thoughts together to form a simple sentence, just babbling words as a way to express how fine it felt.

every bounce to his dick made him drop a moan as if it was an automatic setting in his body, please don't make fun of him, it's so hard to handle it :( your cunt sucking him for the who-knows-what time in the last few hours, milking him dry till the last drop.

"you think you can cum again, sweetie?" you asked, in such a sweet voice that made the boy think he could finish by only hearing you. the riding became more hectic, your pussy slamming into his dick harder, filling the room with the sloppy sound of your bodies roaming into each other, desperately looking for the so-desired orgasm.

"i can't, i c-can't" cried, his head moving from side to side, denying repeatedly. "it's too much..." his groans were accompanied by a strong grip on your hips trying to calm your peace, an act that was contradicted by his hips rocking with yours.

"you can puppy, just one more and we'll be done, you've been so good today" your words became more needy, one of your hands left his shoulder to caress his face and forced him to look at you, maintaining visual contact while reaching the last stage before ecstasy.

tears unleashed through his eyes, gyuvin's dick was so sensitive that it felt as if it burned him but at the same time the sensation came to be addictive, only you could make him feel like this, all submissive and dumb by fucking him senseless, how humiliating it was for him; being so big and ending up dominated by you. luckily for his sanity both your climaxes were around the corner, minds dizzy with pleasure and leaving all the work to your bodies, like animals fulfilling a primal desire.

between moans and muffled words, your boyfriend's orgasm came, filling your pussy up with his cum not before holding you strongly as an eager act to maintain you motionless, heavy breathing was the only thing resounding in a room where all kinds of vocal and corporal sounds could be heard just a moment ago.

"puppy, i didn't finish," you said, your faces being so near that your lips were almost touching. it hit gyuvin like a truck, dropping him out of the cloud that was taking over his mind and making him land in the real world, he knew what you meant by saying that. "i guess we will have to go for another round... if that's what you want, of course,” your lips brushed his, ghosting his attempt at kissing you.

he could be tired, overstimulated, sensitive and a lot more, but leaving you unsatisfied wasn't an option he was willing to take, mainly because of his pride, but secondly because despite ending up defeated by you and your immense sexual appetite he enjoys it, it would be a lie to say he didn't, you must be so happy! getting to ride your boyfie again while he whimpers <3

[mischievoushiddleston]

Arrested

**Warning: Public Sex**

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It was a sultry night in Los Angeles, and the city buzzed with activity. Sergeant Tim Bradford patrolled the streets, his sharp eyes scanning for trouble. He was in the middle of his shift when he spotted a woman in a tight, provocative dress lurking suspiciously near a parked car in a particularly troublesome area. Her eyes darted nervously around as she attempted to pick the lock with a set of slim tools.

"Hey!" Tim's voice was authoritative and sharp as he approached. The woman froze and then attempted to flee. Tim was quicker. He grabbed her arm, effortlessly twisting it behind her back and pressing her against the car. "You're under arrest for attempted auto theft," he growled in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

The woman, Y/N, squirmed in his grip, but Tim's hold was ironclad. "Let go of me," she hissed, but there was an undertone of something else in her voice – something that piqued Tim's interest.

"You're not in a position to make demands," Tim said, his voice deep and commanding. He quickly searched her and found the tools she had used. His hands moved with firm, practiced efficiency, but there was a tension in the air that neither could deny.

Tim's touch sent shivers down Y/N's spine. She was trapped, helpless under his firm grasp, and the mixture of fear and adrenaline coursed through her veins, sharpening her senses. As his hands grazed her body, lingering just fractionally longer than necessary, a different, heated sensation spread through her.

"What's your name?" Tim demanded, turning her to face him, his eyes dark and intense as they bore into hers.

"Y/N," she murmured, meeting his gaze with defiance and a hint of challenge.

"Y/N," Tim repeated, savoring the sound of her name on his lips. He could see the fire in her eyes, awakening something primal within him. "You're coming with me."

Without another word, he led her to his patrol car and pushed her onto the backseat. The ride to the precinct was tense, filled with a charged silence. When they arrived, Tim didn't immediately take her inside. Instead, he opened the door and pulled her out, his grip still firm around her arm.

"You think you can just steal a car and get away with it?" he asked, his voice a dangerous whisper.

Y/N's heart raced. "What are you going to do?" she challenged, her breath catching as she felt the full force of his dominance.

Tim's eyes darkened. "I think you need a lesson in respect," he said, pressing her against the side of the car. His body pressed against hers, effectively trapping her. His hands roamed over her body, no longer in a professional search but in a possessive caress.

Y/N gasped, the feeling of his touch igniting a fire within her. "You can't do this," she whispered, though conviction was lacking in her voice.

Tim's lips brushed against her ear as he spoke. "You're under my care now. I can do whatever I want." His hands trailed up her thighs, pushing her dress higher, exposing her to the cool night air. His fingers circled the edge of her panties before pulling them down.

Y/N's breath hitched, her body betraying her as she leaned into his touch. "Please," she whispered, unsure if she was pleading for him to stop or to continue.

Tim's hand cupped her heat, feeling the warmth there. "You're already wet," he murmured, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "You like this, don't you?"

Y/N whimpered, unable to deny the throbbing desire between her legs. "Yes," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.

Tim's fingers slid inside her, curling and exploring, while he claimed her mouth in a rough, demanding kiss. She moaned against his lips, her hips moving against his hand as he took control.

"Tell me you want this," he demanded, his voice a rough growl.

"I want this," Y/N gasped, her body trembling with desire.

Tim's other hand moved to undo his belt, quickly exposing himself. He lifted her leg, positioning himself at her entrance. With a powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, and both moaned loudly in pleasure.

The world around them faded as Tim took her hard and fast. His movements were powerful and possessive, each thrust an eruption of raw passion and dominance. The hard, deep strokes sent waves of pleasure coursing through Y/N's body, making her tremble and gasp. Her hips lifted to meet his, seeking more of the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her.

Tim's grip on her hips was firm, keeping her in place as he relentlessly pounded into her pussy. With each thrust, he hit deep within her, an animalistic growl escaping his throat at the intense feeling of her tight, wet heat enveloping him. "Do you feel that?" he whispered hoarsely, his voice full of dominance and desire.

"Yes... Sir... oh God, yes," she gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. Each of his movements brought her closer to the edge of ecstasy, the pressure around her neck only intensifying her arousal.

Tim tightened his grip on her neck slightly as he quickened his thrusts. "You belong to me," he muttered, his eyes sparkling with desire. "I want to hear you scream."

As Tim felt Y/N's muscles tighten around him, her lust overwhelming her, he let himself be swept away by the wave of passion. A deep, animalistic growl escaped his throat as he spilled deep inside her, his hot seed filling her and uniting their bodies in a moment of indescribable intimacy.

Y/N's whole body convulsed with ecstasy, her fingers digging into Tim's skin as her orgasm washed over her like a tsunami. A loud, muffled moan escaped her throat, her eyes rolling back in pure lust as her body trembled and convulsed in a rush of satisfaction.

Tim felt every twitch of her body, the heat of her desire surrounding him as he emptied himself inside her. A deep, satisfied grunt escaped his throat as he pulled her close, their bodies melding in a moment of indescribable intimacy and surrender.

They remained like that for a moment, their breaths mingling as they came down from their high. Then Tim slowly withdrew, his eyes still dark with desire.

"You're still under arrest," he said, though there was a hint of a smile on his lips.

Y/N chuckled softly, a sound filled with contentment and something more. "I wouldn't have it any other way, Sergeant."

As Tim restrained her wrists and led her inside, both knew that this was only the beginning of something much more intense than they had expected.

[michaelsfavgirl]

spit kink

Pairing: Michael Jackson x fem!reader

Tags: pwp, dirty talk, spit kink (obvi), dom!michael, sub!reader

Word Count: 905

Requested: yes/no (@geljacksoon I’m sorry pook I lost your ask so I’m posting it this way)

Author’s Note: also I mixed this with your other request so I hope you like it!

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He stares into your eyes, his gaze intense and dominating. "Open your mouth," he commands, his tone allowing no disobedience.

Your heart races as you hesitate for a moment. But you can't deny the tingly sensation that surges through you. Slowly, you part your lips, your breath coming in shallow gasps in anticipation.

He leans in closer, his lips just inches from yours. And then, with a calculated motion, he spits into your mouth. The warm liquid escapes his mouth and hits your tongue. Your tongue trembles as you taste him, the saliva mixing with yours.

"Swallow," he orders, his voice a low growl.

Your cheeks flush, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement flooding your senses. You swallow, the act making you feel incredibly submissive, as though you're surrendering to his dominance in the most primal way.

He watches you closely, his eyes dark with desire. "That's it," he murmurs, his thumb brushing against your lower lip. "Good girl."

A whimper escapes your lips, a mixture of arousal and shame swirling within you. You can't deny that the taboo act has made your needy clit pulse, not knowing something like this could turn you on so much.

His lips brush against your ear as he whispers, "You like how naughty it makes you feel, don't you?"

You swallow hard, his voice sending shivers down your spine. Your gaze drops slightly as you admit in a small voice, "Yes..."

He chuckles darkly, his fingers trailing along your jawline, admiring your features. "That's what I thought. Admit it, little one…embrace every sinful desire you have."

Your heart races, your body responding to his words and his touch in ways you never thought possible. Your mind is unable to comprehend how such a lewd thing can make you feel so good.

He pulls back slightly, a smug grin playing on his lips as he looks down at you. Your breath is ragged, your eyes wide with need. Craving more but too shy to ask for it.

"Want more, baby?" he taunts, his voice dripping with amusement. His precious angel is slowly turning into his filthy girl.

You nod but that ends up with you receiving a disapproved look. "Say it," he whispers, his voice a seductive purr. “Use your words.”

You bite your lower lip, your cheeks burning with a combination of embarrassment and yearning. "Please," you whisper, your voice almost pleading. "I... I want to feel it again."

His hot breath fans over your face, his chuckle sending waves of heat through your body. "Now, that's my girl."

He relents, a devilish glint in his eyes. "Open wide," he instructs.

Your heart races as you obey, your lips parting once more. He watches intently as your tongue darts out; you’re his perfect little doll, aren't you? As a reward, he purses his lips and cups your jaw, this time his lips brushing against yours as he spits in your eager mouth. Not letting anything escape, he seals it by kissing you hungrily, starting to feel your throat tighten, he pulls away.

"Keep that mouth open," he growls softly, his voice authoritative. He watches you with a dark hunger in his eyes, a predatory satisfaction curling his lips as he sees you struggle to obey his command.

Your eyes widen, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you fight the urge to swallow. The taste of his saliva lingers on your tongue.

"So good at following orders," he purrs, his thumb brushing against your chin to catch a stray droplet that had escaped your parted lips.

He leans in, his lips hovering just above yours, his breath mingling with yours. "You want to swallow it, don't you?" he whispers, his words a seductive promise.

You whimper, your gaze locked onto his as you carefully nod, not wanting to disappoint and let any of his saliva escape your mouth. You become impatient after a few seconds, rubbing your thighs together to feel some sort of relief. Feeling pity on you with a small nod of his head, he lets you close your mouth and swallow. You moan as your jaw feels less tense.

He looks at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, not wanting this to end so soon. "You know, sweetheart, I think it's only fair if I get a taste too."

Your eyes widen at his suggestion. "You want me to…?”

He nods, his fingers tracing a light path along your cheek. You feel your cheeks heat up at the unexpected request. With a shy bob of your head, you agree. You shyly lean forward on your tippy toes, holding onto his shoulders for support, and gather a bit of saliva on your tongue before opening your mouth, spitting into his waiting mouth.

He catches your liquid with an eagerness that sends a jolt of heat through you. As he swallows, his eyes never leave yours; even this way, he is still in control.

Once he gulps down your saliva, he leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips, the taste of your shared essences lingering between you. "Mmm, you taste delicious," he murmurs against your mouth. You pull away and hide your face in his chest from embarrassment.

"But you know what tastes even better?"

You shake your head, your face still buried in his chest, now playing with the buttons on his shirt to distract yourself.

"Your pussy," he whispers seductively.

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[muiitoloko]

Chess Game

Summary: Your life is like a game of chess.

Pairing: Judge Turpin × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut.

Word count: 3124

Author's Notes: Thanks for the 90 followers! Observation; Never been good at writing smut. And I've been too lazy to review this, so it might all be bullshit.

Judge Turpin returns to his mansion under the cloak of darkness, the grand halls echoing with the weight of his footsteps. Ignoring his own bedchamber, his mind consumed by a singular desire, he heads straight for the room reserved for his wife. Moonlight casts an eerie glow upon your sleeping form, nestled beneath the covers.

Turpin wastes no time shedding his garments, discarding the trappings of his authority in favor of a more primal pursuit. Stripped bare, he looms over you, his intentions unmistakable as he leans in to claim you with fierce possessiveness. His lips descend upon yours, hungry and demanding, a stark contrast to your unsuspecting slumber.

As Turpin's fervent kisses rouse you from your dreams, confusion and fear momentarily cloud your senses. Yet, recognition dawns as you register the familiar weight pressing down upon you, the unwelcome presence of your husband invading your sanctuary. Though your heart may sink at his callous disregard for your autonomy, you resign yourself to the reality of your fate, a pawn in Turpin's cruel game.

Turpin's fervor only intensifies as he trails kisses down your neck, your mind reeling with a mix of emotions. "What are you doing, Richard?" you demand, your voice trembling with both fear and defiance.

Turpin grunts in response, his breath hot against your skin. "I am fulfilling my duties as a husband," he asserts, his tone dripping with self-righteousness.

You almost want to laugh at the absurdity of Turpin's assertion, the notion of duty as a husband lost on a man who only seeks to assert his dominance.

"You know, if you despise me, then I despise you too," you declare, your voice laced with bitterness. "I will not be treated as your plaything any longer."

With newfound resolve, you push against Turpin's chest, forcing him to retreat slightly. You meet his gaze with steely determination, no longer willing to submit to his tyranny. If he could be cruel, then you would be cruel ten times more.

Turpin growls in frustration at your defiance, his ego bruised by your rejection. Yet, his surprise is palpable as you take control, straddling him with a fiery determination. A low groan escapes Turpin's lips as he feels the heat of your core pressing against him, the absence of panties igniting a primal desire within him.

Your hands deftly navigate beneath your nightgown, teasingly revealing your bareness before you impale yourself upon him. Turpin's groan mingles with yours, his body responding eagerly to your assertive dominance. He attempts to assert his own control, reaching out to explore further, only to be swiftly rebuffed by your firm grip.

"Keep your hands to yourself," you command, your voice dripping with authority. And to Turpin's bewilderment, he complies, his desire to resist overpowered by the intoxicating allure of your dominance.

As you ride him with a vengeance, Turpin can't help but marvel at your beauty, your determination, your raw power. Each movement is a symphony of revenge, each moan a declaration of your newfound liberation. Turpin is simultaneously enraptured and humbled, a mere pawn in your game of retribution.

He watches in awe as you take what you desire, using him for your own pleasure without hesitation or remorse. And in that moment, Turpin realizes the true extent of your strength, your resilience, your unyielding spirit. You are more than just a dutiful wife; you are a force to be reckoned with, a queen in your own right.

You grab Judge Turpin's hands, holding them firmly above his head as you lean in, your breath warm against his skin. You pause, your body hovering tantalizingly over his, denying him the pleasure of your touch as you assert your dominance. Turpin squirms beneath you, his desire to continue evident in the arch of his hips, but your weight pins him down, rendering him powerless to resist.

Leaning in close, you whisper into Turpin's ear, your voice dripping with both seduction and challenge. "Our life is like a game of chess, Richard," you murmur. "I am the queen, but who are you?"

Turpin responds with a low growl, his frustration evident in his tone. "I am the king," he asserts, his ego wounded by the suggestion otherwise.

You pull away with a laugh, your grip on his wrists unwavering as you gaze into his eyes with a knowing smirk. "No, my dear," you retort. "You are the horse, the steed upon which I ride."

With that declaration, you rock against him once more, your movements deliberate and commanding. Turpin's breath catches in his throat as he realizes the truth of your words, the realization dawning upon him like a thunderbolt.

Your dominance over him is undeniable, your power absolute as you take control of your intimate encounter. And as you continue to ride him with a newfound confidence, Turpin can't help but revel in the exquisite agony of your dominance, surrendering himself completely to your will.

You release Turpin, your movements becoming sloppy as you reach your climax, your cries of ecstasy filling the room. Turpin watches in awe as you throw your head back, your nails digging into his chest as you ride out your pleasure. He steadies your hips, his touch gentle yet firm, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor.

As you calm down, Turpin begins to rock against you, eager to find his own release. But to his dismay, you pull away, leaving him stunned and frustrated. He opens his mouth to protest, but you beat him to it, your lips pressing against his in a chaste kiss.

"Cum on the prostitutes or in your hand if you must," you whisper, your tone cool and indifferent. "I have no use for you now."

With that, you leave the bedroom, the door closing behind you with a finality that leaves Turpin reeling. He lies there, his erection throbbing with denied pleasure, his anger simmering beneath the surface.

"How dare you?" he mutters to himself, his fists clenched in frustration. "How dare you leave me like this?"

But as Turpin's rage threatens to consume him, a small voice in the back of his mind reminds him of his own actions, of the cruelty he has inflicted upon you for years. And in that moment, he feels a pang of guilt, a flicker of remorse for the way he has treated you.

Yet, as quickly as it comes, the guilt is replaced by indignation, by a burning desire for revenge. Turpin may have underestimated you before, but no longer. You may have been his wife, his pawn, but now you are something else entirely: a formidable opponent, a force to be reckoned with.

With a steely resolve, Turpin rises from the bed, his mind set on one thing: reclaiming his power, his dominance over you. For he may have been bested this time, but he will not be made a fool of again. And as he strides towards the door, a fire burning in his eyes, Turpin knows that the game is far from over.

Turpin emerges from your bedroom, his naked form a stark contrast to the grandeur of his mansion. He strides towards his own bedroom, knowing you await within, but finds the door locked. He doesn't bother commanding you to open it; he knows you won't comply. Ignoring his state of undress, he descends the stairs, a determined look in his eyes as he searches for the master key.

Spotting a servant still awake, Turpin pays no mind to their shocked gaze as he grabs a lamp and continues his search. Finally, he finds the key and returns upstairs, unlocking the door to his bedroom with purpose.

As he enters, you turn in surprise, your eyes widening at the sight of him. Turpin closes the door behind him, leaving the lamp on the bedside table as he approaches you. You try to flee, but he throws you back onto the bed, asserting his dominance as he positions himself behind you.

With rough hands, Turpin lifts your nightgown and thrusts himself inside you without warning, eliciting a cry of pain from you. But Turpin pays no heed, his desire for power consuming him as he claims you roughly.

As your cries turn to moans of pleasure, Turpin releases your neck, opting instead to spank you as he takes his pleasure without restraint. You had your chance at pleasure; now it was his turn.

"Who's in control now, huh, Slut?" Turpin growls, his voice laced with triumph as he asserts his dominance over you. "You're mine, completely and utterly."

You gasp as Turpin's words send a shiver down your spine, your body responding to his rough touch despite yourself. You know you should resist, should fight back against his cruelty, but in this moment, you are powerless to do so.

"Please, Richard," you plead, your voice barely a whisper as you succumb to the pleasure he brings you. "Don't... stop..."

But Turpin pays no mind to your pleas, lost in the throes of his own desire as he thrusts into you relentlessly. For in this moment, he is the king once more, and you are nothing more than his pawn in the twisted game of your marriage.

Turpin kneads the flesh of your ass in his hand, relishing in the sensation of your soft skin beneath his fingers. Each spank leaves your skin tingling with heat, your screams and moans music to his ears. He revels in the power he holds over you, his dominance absolute as he takes what he desires without restraint.

With a growl of satisfaction, Turpin reaches out and grabs your hair, pulling you up until you're on your knees before him. The new position allows him to penetrate you even deeper, his movements becoming more forceful as he drives himself into you with abandon.

As Turpin pulls your nightgown off, you eagerly assist him, desperate for the freedom of your nakedness. With your nightgown discarded, Turpin's hands find your breasts, squeezing and caressing them with a possessive grip. You moan in pleasure, your body arching into his touch as he continues to move against you.

You reach back, holding the back of his head and Turpin allows you to guide him into a dirty, sloppy kiss. Your tongues clash in a battle of dominance, your passion fueled by years of resentment and desire. In this moment, you are two primal beings, consumed by the heat of your lust and the need for release.

Turpin pulls away from the kiss, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches your reaction to his rough handling. Your scream of pain and pleasure only fuels his desire further, his dominance over you absolute in this moment of passion and control.

With a swift motion, Turpin withdraws from you, ignoring your whimper of loss as he pushes you and turns you to face him. He positions himself between your legs, his hand wrapping around his hardened member as he begins to touch himself with increasing urgency.

He releases himself with a guttural moan, his hot spurt covering your stomach and breasts in a sinful display of dominance. The sight of you coated in his essence fuels his desire even further, his arousal reaching new heights as he watches you squirm beneath him.

But before you can react, Turpin surprises you with a sharp slap across the face, the force of the blow sending you reeling. You cry out in surprise, your cheek stinging from the impact as you instinctively raise a hand to soothe the pain.

Turpin seizes you by the hair, forcing you to meet his gaze as he growls his dominance over you. "You are mine," he asserts, his voice low and menacing. "My pawn to be used however I see fit."

But to his surprise, you refuse to back down, your eyes blazing with defiance as you push against his chest, your strength surprising even yourself. "No," you declare, your voice trembling with determination. "I am not your pawn, Richard. No more. I am your queen, and you... you are my horse."

Turpin recoils at your words, his ego wounded by your defiance. "No," he protests, his voice rising in anger. "I am your king. Your master. Your... your..."

You interrupt him with a kiss, silencing his protests as you press your lips against his with a fiery passion. Turpin hesitates for a moment, taken aback by your sudden display of affection, before surrendering to the kiss with equal fervor.

Your lips meet in a clash of desire and defiance, your tongues dancing in a sensual tango as you lose yourselves in each other. In that moment, all thoughts of dominance and submission fade away, replaced by a mutual longing for connection and understanding.

Turpin wraps his arms around you, pulling you close as he deepens the kiss, his heart pounding in his chest. Despite the years of resentment and manipulation between you, there is an undeniable chemistry that binds you together, a shared history that cannot be erased.

As you break apart, your breaths coming in ragged gasps, Turpin gazes into your eyes with a newfound sense of clarity. In that moment, he realizes that both were both kings and queens in your own right, each holding power over the other in your own unique way.

You seem to notice it too, as you hold him, stroking him so gently it sends shivers down Turpin's spine.

"Make me cum, King," you command, your tone dripping with desire. "Use your tongue to please your queen and bring me to ecstasy."

Turpin's eyes darken with lust as he obeys your command without hesitation. He spreads your legs wide, his hands gripping your thighs possessively as he lowers his head between them. The sight of your dripping arousal sends a surge of arousal through him, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting you.

With a wicked grin, Turpin dives in, his tongue expertly tracing patterns along your sensitive folds. You moan in pleasure, your hands tangling in his hair as you guide him to the perfect rhythm. Turpin's mouth works wonders, his tongue flicking and teasing with precision as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.

The sensations overwhelm you, pleasure coursing through your veins as Turpin worships you with his mouth. You cry out his name, your voice echoing off the walls as you tumble over the edge into blissful oblivion. Turpin drinks in your essence greedily, savoring the taste of your release as he revels in the knowledge that he has pleased his queen.

As you come down from your high, Turpin pulls away with a satisfied smirk, his face glistening with your arousal. You gaze at him with adoration, your heart pounding in your chest as you bask in the afterglow of your shared pleasure.

With a smile, you pull Turpin up to meet your lips in a tender kiss, your tongues dancing in a sensual tango as you savor the taste of each other. In that moment, you realize that perhaps, just perhaps, love can resurface between you both, a beacon of hope in the darkness of your troubled marriage.

But Turpin breaks away from the kiss, his eyes ablaze with desire, he murmurs, "I'm still not satisfied, Queen." With a firm push on your arm, he demands, "Please me with your mouth, now."

You look at him, a hint of defiance in your gaze, but Turpin's stern expression leaves no room for negotiation. He almost shoves you off the bed as he clarifies, "This is an order."

Rolling your eyes, you comply, knowing all too well how stubborn your husband can be. You kneel at the foot of the bed as Turpin takes his seat, his anticipation palpable. As you position yourself between his legs, ready to fulfill his request, Turpin brushes his hair out of his face, a gesture of impatience mingled with anticipation.

You take him in your hand, pumping him gently as you admire the dark streaks of gray in his crotch. With a playful smirk, you tease, "Couldn't shave a little down here, dear?" But Turpin, already impatient for your touch, pushes your head down, his tone commanding, "Enough chatter. Start pleasing me."

With a mischievous glint in your eye, you comply, your lips wrapping around him eagerly as you begin to fulfill his desires with fervor. Turpin's groans fill the room as you work your magic, each movement calculated to drive him wild with pleasure.

As you take Turpin deeper into your mouth, your tongue swirls around him, teasing and tantalizing him with every lick and suck. His breath hitches in his throat, his fingers gripping the sheets tightly as waves of pleasure wash over him.

You revel in the power you hold over him, knowing that you can bring him to the brink of ecstasy with just your mouth alone. With each passing moment, his moans grow louder, his hips bucking instinctively against your mouth as he seeks more of your sweet, sinful touch.

You can feel him throbbing against your tongue, his arousal building to a fever pitch as you continue to work him with skill and determination. His grip on the sheets tightens even further, his knuckles turning white with the force of his desire.

With a wicked grin, you increase the intensity of your ministrations, driving him closer and closer to the edge of release. His breath comes in ragged gasps now, his body trembling with the effort to hold back his impending climax.

But you have other plans. With a final, decisive movement, you take him all the way into your mouth, swallowing him whole as he cries out your name in ecstasy. His release washes over you in hot, sticky waves, filling your mouth with his essence as he succumbs to the overwhelming pleasure.

You swallow every drop, savoring the taste of him as you milk him for all he's worth. As he comes down from his high, you release him with a satisfied smirk, licking your lips clean as you gaze up at him with a look of pure satisfaction.

Turpin collapses back onto the bed, spent and satisfied, his chest heaving with exertion as he basks in the afterglow of his release. You crawl up beside him, wrapping your arms around him as you press a tender kiss to his cheek.

"Was that satisfactory, my king?" you purr, your voice dripping with satisfaction. Turpin nods, a lazy smile spreading across his face as he pulls you close, relishing in the warmth of your embrace.

"Yes, it was satisfactory," Turpin murmurs, his voice heavy with contentment.

You feel a pang of irritation at his nonchalant response. "Just satisfactory?" you question, a hint of annoyance in your tone.

Turpin chuckles softly, pulling you closer to him. "Don't pout, my dear," he says, his voice tinged with amusement. "You know I can never resist you."

You roll your eyes, knowing all too well that some things never change. "Fine," you concede, snuggling into his chest. "But don't expect me to be so accommodating next time."

Turpin smiles, his arrogance still evident in his demeanor. "Rest now, my queen," he murmurs, his tone authoritative. "For later, I shall wake you for more... marital duties."

You scoff, but secretly, you can't help but feel a flutter of anticipation at the thought. After all, who knows? Maybe this time, you'll be the one on top, reclaiming your power as you ride your husband like the horse he is.

As you drift off to sleep in his arms, you can't help but wonder what other surprises await in the twisted game of your marriage. But for now, all you can do is embrace the uncertainty and revel in the passion that binds you together, for better or for worse.

[coleskingdom]

Buckles

Adam Page x F Reader

@midwestmade29 @madhatterbri

Inspired by the first verse of Tyler Childers “Feathered Indians”

“What are you looking at Darlin?” Adams lips turning up in a smile. “Your belt buckle Cowboy, it’s been a while since I’ve felt it against my thigh” biting my lip, the vodka I’ve been drinking making me bolder than usual. “That’s something I’d be more than happy to take care of ma’am.” Standing and walking towards me on the deck that is off our bedroom. He picks me up out of the chair. His dark blonde hair catching the final light of the day, his green eyes on fire as they meet mine. He sets me down and I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him towards me, the kiss is a slow deep kiss, that he’s fully in control of. Pulling away his hands go to the hem of my tank top, pulling it off and as his hands caress my body “No bra Sweetheart, let me guess no panties either.” his hands on the elastic of the shorts, his smirk already knowing what he’s going to find. “Did you have a plan to get me drunk, and have your way with me.” his voice deep and his accent thick from the whiskey. “No, I had planned to get us both tipsy, and let you have your way with me.” the groan that fell from his lips gave me pure feminine satisfaction. “That’s what you want, for my belt buckle to be in your inner thigh, and for me to have my way with you.” his hands feather light against my body. “Yes” I reach for the hem of his shirt and pull it up over his head.

He lays me down on the bed, he positions himself so that cool belt buckle is right there on the inside of my thigh and the soft denim is against my core. As he gazes down at me he presses himself into me and I moan, and he kisses me repeating the motion again. I open my hips instinctively, to wrap around him. “ So needy for me. Do you need me to take the edge off,” Then his hands are on me, all over my body, pulling my hips toward him and grinding me into his hardness. Our mouths collide and we devour each other, the kiss urgent and needy. I can't get enough of him, his taste, his scent, and his hard cock that's pressing into me. “Not like this” he kneels in the center of the bed pulling off his belt. “Darlin, your wrists” he secures my wrists with this belt the buckle heavy on my wrist. A thrill running through me. His hands slide down my throat,pausing their for a moment with my wrists above my head completely at his mercy. “ Sweetheart” His voice is husky, and his eyes have gone dark with desire realizing the absolute control he has.

Rough hands rake down my body, and I feel every hard callus as it runs over my skin. His hungry mouth is on my breasts, sucking my nipples while his beard scratches my skin, sending delicious tingles skittering over my body. His kisses move down my body, landing gently between my legs. One lick from his hungry tongue, and I'm writhing already. "Lay still, sweetheart.” one forearm across my hips holding them down I give in to the sensations of his warm breath, his tongue, his fingers darting in and out of me as his tongue licks my clit. The fact that I can’t touch him makes me whimper. “ Adam please I need to touch you.” He flattens his tongue against me licking then sucking my clit. something that sounds like Busy comes from his mouth. I’m crying out his name as I pulse around him. Only then does he come up for air. His two fingers are glistening with my juices, and he puts them in his mouth and sucks long and hard.

"You taste fucking delicious. However, your request to touch me has been denied. I will however assist you can pick the position. “ the smugness in his smile left me only one choice, “I’m riding you Cowboy.” He realized his mistake, when he laid down beside me and I was already on my knees, I dragged my core down his stomach, eliciting a primal growl from him. “ careful darlin” as hovered above him as he guided himself into me, his hands in my hips helping me establish a pace for both of us. However when I leaned forward pressing my breasts into his hard chest as my arms triangle his head and I kiss him he groans into my mouth. “ Fuck Darlin you are always three steps ahead of me.” as I move slightly my breast in front of his mouth, he sucks and pulls with his mouth mimicking the rhythm I moan. I shift back needing him deeper rocking till I begin to flutter around him. He moves one hand in between us his as he finds my clit , swiping side to side, as I shatter around him as I feel him come deep and hard inside of me. We don’t move, our breathing hard and intense. “Wrists please” I sit back up arms outstretched. He undoes the belt kissing the pulse points. “Now you can touch me “ as he rolls me under him.

[mrsarnasdelicious]

Soldier Up, Pony Boy

"Admit it, you want him." Butcher sneers. "Get bent William." You reply. "What will you do, peg me." Butcher chuckles, slapping you on the arse. You roll your eyes and continue making yourself a sandwich.

"Looks good." It is Soldier Boy who walks into the kitchen next. You look up at him. "Thanks, it's my own recipe." You say. "Hmm, is that so." Ben comes up to you. He presses himself against your back. "I got something of my recipe, too." He murmurs. You roll your eyes so hard it sort of hurts. "Come on, I know you want it." He growls huskily. "I might, but I think you are quite occupied with making sweet slow love to your ego." You reply. Ben snorts loudly.

"What if I ask nicely?" He whispers. He inclines to kiss gently at your neck. His lips are warm and smooth and supple. You can't help a soft moan. Ben smirks against your skin. "See, you want it." He whispers. The way his breath gusts over the spot he just kisses makes you shudder. You grow wet. There is no longer any denying it, because he will of course be able to smell you. "Yes you do." He purrs. His hands slide from your hips to the buttons of your jeans. You grab his wrist, but the gesture is feebly. "Ssssh, I'll make you scream my name." Ben whispers, just behind your ear. "Not here." You hiss. "Then take me to your room." Ben replies. You huff and roll your eyes. You know there is no stopping this anymore. But goddammit is Ben smug about it!

"Very well, come on then." You say.

You wash your hands and worm out of his embrace. Ben lets you go, but only so you can lead him upstairs. He grabs you by your hand and you are pretty sure he is staring at your ass the entire time.

Once in your bedroom, Ben is upon you before you can blink. You don't even get a split second to tell him to slow down. His lips seal with yours and his hands grab greedily at your ass. There is no stopping him now.

He nips at your bottom lip. A moan escapes you beyond your own volition. Ben smirks and his tongue invades your mouth. You moan loudly. It is such a primal and intense pleasure to be kissed by him like this. Ben groans lustily and grabs your ass a little firmer. His desire for you is plenty obvious.

"Bed, now." He growls.

"Ask nicely and I might consider it." You reply softly. Ben's jaw sets sternly. He does not like that you are talking back, that much is obvious. "On the bed, don't make me say it again." He growls. You shake your head. "Not like this Benjamin." You say pointedly. "Absolutely like this." He says. He sweeps you off your feet and walks you over to the bed. You don't struggle, knowing better than to push for dominance when he has you in his arms.

He drops you unceremoniously onto the bed.

"Now you are going to shut up and suck my dick." He growls. "In your dreams." You hide under the sheets. Ben chuckles. "So you wana play daddy's bad girl, huh?" He growls. You throw the sheets at him. "Fuck off, ew!" You yell. Ben gives you a puzzled look. "What, said the wrong thing?" He asks.

"I am not calling you daddy." You point out. "Pity." Ben scoffs. "But you can call me mommy if you like." You tease. Ben makes a disgusted face. "That makes us even. Now get off your pedestal." You reply. "You got spice, I like that, but you gotta know your place." Ben retorts. You roll your eyes. "That'd be on top of you." You tell him. Ben narrows his eyes at you.

"I'd like to see you try." He growls.

He is a supe, you know you should not push your luck. But you just can't help yourself anymore. He is not getting away with being such a prick while trying to get with you. You have to put him in his place, you just do!

You grab him by the shoulders and topple him over, though only because you utterly take him by surprise. "How is this for a start?" You cooe, straddling his pelvis. Ben smirks up at you and licks his lips. "Not bad." He murmurs, rolling his pelvis up at you. You can't help a moan from escaping your lips. He is so hard below you.

You need him inside you! Sooner rather than later, too!

"Get out of these clothes." You hiss. "Absolutely." Ben purrs. He grabs you by the hips and smoothly flips you over. He is quick to discard his clothes. You look up at him, amazed by how fit he looks. He looks very fucking hot, for an absolute biohazard. Luckily you are invulnerable to it, which is why you have been assigned his babysit. Though you are pretty sure this was not in the job description.

"You too." He says firmly. "Ask nicely." You cooe. But Ben shakes his head. "It ain't gona be like that, babygirl." He growls. "You are going to take off your clothes, or I will tear them off." It is an order, loud and clear. "Yes, sir." You demure. "Good girl." Ben smirks smugly. And you hate it. You hate how smug he is about being in charge. You are determined to rid him of that smugness. Sooner rather than later. But you also know that now is not yet the time. You have to wait for the right moment.

You take off your clothes, but slowly. As slow as you can. Ben stands by, still as a statue. He is not acting, but you know he is poised to spring into action as soon as you take your panties off.

So you draw it out as long as you can.

Too long for Ben...

He grabs you and throws you on the bed, pulling your panties to tatters before you even hit the sheets. "No more games." He growls. "But that would be no fun. Sex should be fun, Benjamin." You cooe. "Shut up." Ben growls. "Make. Me." You reply. His hand finds your throat and you are acutely aware of exactly how thin the ice is that you just skated your fine ass onto. You whine softly. "That is a better sound." Ben smirks.

He leans down to kiss you possessively. You can't help but moan and curl your arms around his neck. Ben smirks wickedly against your lips and shoves his tongue into your mouth. You whimper, but also shove your fingers into his hair. You tug carefully at his hair. Ben groans lewdly. You pull more firmly. Ben swears into your mouth and lowers his pelvis against yours.

He grinds his throbbing cock against your folds. You break the kiss to moan loudly. "Fuck yes, yes fuck, that is right." Ben growls. And he grinds down again. You wrap one leg around his hip. "You like this, my soft little petals kissing that iron hard rod." You tease between heated kisses. "Gona like it much better when my cock is in that wet pussy." Ben replies. "I am sure you will, but I insist you take your time." You reply. "i promise you, I am worth it." You dig your heel into the flesh of his arse. "You fucking better be." Ben replies.

He allows you to topple him over again.

You grind down on him and Ben groans. "Fuck babygirl, ride my cock." He growls. "Make me cum first. You know how to do that right?" You purr. Ben lands a harsh spank on your ass. "Shut up, ride me." He snaps. You can help but moan loudly. "No way in hell, ask me nicely first." You hiss, but you roll your pelvis all the same. Ben moans lustily and bucks his hips up at you. His cock is made slick by your arousal. It feels so good. But you won't give him what he wants! He needs to give you some, first!

"Don't play coy, ride my cock." Ben growls. "Not. Yet." You hiss firmly. Ben makes a frustrated noise. You take his hand and bring his fingers to your clit. "I am sure you know what to do here." You cooe. "Of course I fucking do." Ben says snidely. "Then show me." You purr. "I can do much better than just polish your pearl." Ben replies. But he begins to rub your clit all the same. You moan sweetly for him.

"I could eat you out instead." Ben growls. But you shake your head at him. "Not yet." You whisper. You are going to save that for later, because you know you gotta warm him up to obeying first. He's bound to be a selfish eater. And you can't have that. "I could just do it to you." Ben says. You shake your head. "You won't." You tell him firmly. "And why the fuck is that?" Ben growls. "Because you want to find out what I can do." You purr. Ben furrows his brow, almost as if he is considering his options.

"I just want you to cum on my cock." He then snaps. It would seem he is losing his patience. "Well, make me cum then." You place your hand over his. "I am already on your cock." You tease. "Let me put it in." Ben growls. "So impatient." You purr. "Fuck you, you frigid bitch." He bucks his pelvis up at your.

Impulsively you slap him across the face. You are not taking kindly to him calling you a bitch.

To your surprise, Ben groans loudly. You smirk down on him. "You like that, huh?" You purr, giving him another slap. You feel him throb against your folds. "Fuck, ride me cock, right the fuck now." Ben grunts. "Make me cum first." You grab his chin, tipping his head back. "Go on, as soon as I've cum, I'll take you inside me." You hiss. Ben sticks out his tongue, making a come hither gesture with it. You shudder. You know this will likely not go well, but he looks so good like this. You are too sorely tempted.

So you lower yourself onto his face instead. "Fuck yeah." Ben groans. He opens his mouth wide, his tongue lapping up into the space between you. You shudder in anticipation. "Come here girl." He growls. You obey, nesting yourself down on him. Your pussy fits into his mouth almost perfectly. Ben groans, his tongue lapping at you without any true aim. Evidently he did not expect you to fully stick your cunt into his open mouth. Serves him right!

Ben's hands grabs at your ass and his tongue explores your wet cunt. He sucks at your clit and fucks you in his tongue. You moan, grinding against his face. His beard is causing red blotching on your thighs, but you don't care. You are going to get off, one way or another. And wearing Ben's mark is an added bonus.

"Cum for me." Ben growls between sucking your clit and fucking you with his tongue. You are so ready to, cum, too. But you want to try and hang on just a little longer. In part to not cum on his command, but also to make him a little more aggressive about it. "So close." You mewl, to egg him on. Ben groans and sucks fiercely down on your clit. You squeal in pleasure. Your inner walls tighten and throw and you feel the lightning overtake your spile. Ben groans, sensing your climax. He releases your clit and thrusts his tongue into you. You contract on his tongue and he laps up your slick.

"Now I am going to fuck you." He growls.

He grabs you by the hips and tosses you, from his face, onto the bed. You squeal, though you are not truly surprised.

Ben crawls on top of you, wasting no time in lining up. He pushes in till the hily right away. You cry out in utter pleasure. He fills you up so thoroughly that you all but cum again. He begins to thrust, setting a grueling pace. You cry out with every time his cock head kisses your cervix. "That's right, cum on my cock, little whore." Ben groans. He grabs you by the throat. You whimper and tumble over the edge again. "Ugh, fuck yeah." Ben grunts.

He slams into you, over and over and over. And you moan until your throat is sore. It is as if there will never be an end to Ben's vigor. It's probably a Supe thing.

Though eventually his pelvis begins to stutter. "Fuck, gona fucking breed your tight little pussy." Ben groans. "Oh, yes, please!" You whine, rocking up at him. His thrusts still and with a sated grunt, he spends himself deep inside you, rope after rope of thick, virile cum.

Then he pulls out, to admire the absolute cream pie he made of your cunt.

"There is a good little cum dump." He smirks down on you. You want to tell him off, but afterglow has too firm a grip on. Ben leans down to kiss you fiercely. "You are mine now, got it." He growls. "Y-yes sir.." You whisper. "Good girl." He chuckles darkly.