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sooniebby · 1 year

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hiiiiii!! If you're comfortable with writing for Gojo Satoru could you please write a Smut Drabble for him? Something like Reader having a crush on him and thought he was hiding it very well but word got out fast about it, and Gojo found out so he started to tease reader about it. Idk how it can move into nsfw, you can freestyle that part!! but I would like to have some spanking, light degrading and size kink mixed into it. ONLY IF THATS OKAY OFC 😭

ఌ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

꧁ 𝙎𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙪 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

Smut 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚! ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

It was awkward. Very awkward.

The moonlight seeped into your room through your windows. The fan sputtering away—on its last breath—brought a coolness to the room. You should probably replace it soon.

The cold bed sheets beneath you that you held limply in your hands. No point in covering up—he already saw you. You were naked—full on naked.

“When I heard you say my name…” Gojo closed the door behind him, a shit eating grin on his lips. “I thought you needed something.”

You pressed your legs together, desperately trying to hide your leaky cock.

And the dildo in your ass.

“I… uh—I thought the rooms had better…. Uh….. y’know….?” You closed your mouth in embarrassment. Maybe you should just not talk.

Gojo simply laughed, taking off his glasses as he walked over to you. His eyes trailed over your body—as if he was taking in everything about you. He placed his glasses on your nightstand and placed his hands on his hips.

“Well, don’t stop just because of me.”

“Excuse me?”

You stared at Gojo with a look of horror as he moved over to sit down on the bed right in front of you. A good angle to see everything despite your legs. He didn’t look weirded out about hearing his classmate moan his name.

No, he looked interested.

“C’mon. It must be painful, huh? You seemed close before I came in.”

You bit your lip, waiting to see if he’d just start laughing. That’ll he state he was just joking and he’ll maybe just forget all about this embarrassing night. But he only stared at you, watching you carefully as he waited for your performance.

Well, if he’s asking for it, who were you to question it?

Parting your legs, you reached down and grasped the dildo that nestled nicely inside of you. It was a 8 inch dildo you bought online. One of your favorites, really. You didn’t have to try much for this one to reach your prostate.

You kept your eyes solely on yourself as you slowly pulled the dildo out. With your free hand, you began to twist your nipples while thrusting the dildo in and out.

Gojo was right though—you were certainly close when he came barging in.

Your toes curled as you moaned each time the dildo grazed your prostate. The sounds of your quiet whimpers filled the room. The fact that Gojo was in the room soon left your mind as you focused solely on your release.

“Have you done this for anyone else?”

You grunted in confusion, glancing at Gojo as you noticed that he was way closer than earlier. When did he get so close to you? Surely you would’ve heard him move.

“What..? Only you.”

“Good. Wouldn’t want you slutting out to anyone else.”

The fact Gojo essentially called you a slut didn’t matter to you. What mattered to you was that Gojo wanted you to himself. That just made you feel warm and fuzzy inside. You could feel yourself clench around the dildo.

“Do… do you want to do it…?” You asked, looking away in embarrassment. Sure, in other times your dildo could get you to cum but there was a guy in your room. A guy you liked for a minute now.

Having a real cock would be hundred times better than a plastic one.

“Do it?” Gojo smirked. “You’re cute, (L.Name).” He got off the bed and began to undress—much to your shock. Gojo’s body was better to see in its full glory. He was toned—as if he was gaining more muscle everyday. It made you wonder how he will look when he’s older.

You shook your head—face feeling hot as you reached down and pulled out the dildo from your ass. Gojo joined you on the bed after getting fully undressed. He looked unreal.

“It’s your first time, yeah?”

You nod mutely, watching as Gojo took the dildo from your hand and placed it on your nightstand. He looked it for a moment before smirking.

“Wow, are you a size king? That’s pretty big, (L.Name).”

“I didn’t mean to order it so big…” you pouted.

“Hope I’m not too small for you,” he joked.

You looked to see how long Gojo’s cock was and gasped at it. Sure, it might’ve been only 6 inches compared to the 8 but it was thick. Very thick. Compared to the dildo that was more skinny in width. Oh, you were going to feel the stretch with his cock.

Gojo grinned as he leaned over and pulled you into a chaste kiss, “don’t worry, you can handle it.”

He grasped your waist and easily manhandled you to sit on his lap. His cock nestled right between your ass cheeks, narrowly avoiding your lube slicked asshole. Gojo hummed as he moved his hand down towards your ass and gently squeezed it.

“Oh, nice ass.”

You muttered out a thanks as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Gojo seemed to be thinking for a moment as he kneed your ass before a playful smirk appeared on his lips.

“Since it’s your first time, I’ll let you take the lead.”

He laid down on the bed, his grip on your ass loosening as he lightly tapped it. You weren’t exactly sure if you could really take the lead but decided maybe you could possibly wow Gojo if you did it well enough.

You just prayed your legs could handle it.

Gojo was true to his word in letting you take the lead as he simply watched you grab his cock and press it against your asshole. It took a few tries before you were able to line it up properly. You slowly sinked down on it—whimpering at the painful stretch his cock gave you.

A gasp left your lips once you finally had his cock fully inside of you. The feeling was good. Too good… your cock didn’t last a second. You gripped at Gojo’s chest as you pitifully came, coating his stomach. Soft moans left your lips as you arched your back in pleasure.

Fuck, you didn’t even last a minute.

You felt embarrassed. God, no way in hell would Gojo fuck you again. Embarrassingly enough, you could feel a few tears prick your eyes. What if this was your one chance to get Gojo to date you?

“Gojo… ‘m sorry…” you turned your attention over to Gojo—expecting to see him be disappointed but much to your surprise… he looked…

Horny?

“Fuck, (L.Name). That was sexy as hell.” Gojo said, grasping your waist. “Think you got a second load in ya?”

“Wha—ngh?!” You gasped out in shock as Gojo began to easily lift you up and down onto his cock. There was no need for you to even move your legs, Gojo was able to use you like a fleshlight easily.

He moved one hand to your cock and began to stroke it to life. Shockingly enough, you did have another load in you. Your cock shot to life as his cock narrowly touches your prostate with each thrust.

Gojo grunted as he sat up, pulling you off his cock. You whimpered in surprise—reaching out towards him. He pressed a wet kiss to your neck as he manhandled you to kneel on your knees. Gojo moved to be right between your legs with his hands gripping your ass cheeks as he spread them apart.

Without any warning, he shoved his cock right back inside of you. You screamed out, gripping the bed sheets beneath you. This position was different. His cock reached your prostate with tho each thrust—much easier than your earlier one.

He rutted into you, earning gasps and moans as your cock began to leak precum. His much larger body easily covered you as he leaned over on top of you.

“(L.Name), you feel good. So warm.. can I slap your ass? It’s fun watching it jiggle.” Gojo whispered into your ear. You could only cry out in pleasure—too far gone to actually reply. His cock was stretching you and reaching in areas that you didn’t even know existed.

Fuck—that dildo of yours was no longer needed if Gojo was going to always be here.

You were too deep in thought about if you needed to throw away your dildos when a slap was delivered onto your ass. A shriek left your throat in full on shock. You forget he even asked that.

The sounds of skin slapping and the squelching from the copious amount of lube you had used earlier accompanied your screams. You felt close. So close .

You felt overstimulated with the constant pressure on your prostate. Your cock was weeping, wanting to cum already. You slowly reached down to jerk yourself off only for Gojo to grab your hand.

His hand was so big. It engulfed your hand easily. You were mad that you could’ve jerk yourself off but also in glee that he wanted to hold your hand.

This wasn’t supposed to be your first hand holding with him but you’d take it.

You weren’t even supposed to have sex either.

“Gojo….” You whimpered.

“Satoru.”

“Satoru…” you couldn’t help the smile on your lips. First name basis. God, you really lucked out huh? Satoru pulled out—much to your disappointment—as he flipped you over into your back. He easily slipped right back in as he continued his harsh thrusts.

It was odd to be face to face. You hoped he didn’t mind your face. Satoru leaned down and kissed you. Oh you loved kissing him. You wrapped your legs around his waist as you held him close.

It was long before you both reached your orgasm—moaning into the kiss. His hot cum filled you with a much needed warm. Your cum was hot on your own stomach as well.

Satoru pulled away from the kiss, a smile graced his features as he gently stroked your cheek.

“You’re pretty, (Name).”

You could feel yourself blush. This was better than anything you ever dreamed of. All that pining you did seemed to finally pay off. Gosh, you hoped this wasn’t a dream. But by the feeling of cum dripping onto the bed—you were sure this was real.

Before you could return the compliment—there was a harsh knock on the wall.

“Go to bed!” Geto yelled, his tone clearly annoyed.

These thin walls, huh?

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

First time writing for Gojo, hope y’all like it!

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cloudyzeusy · 9 months

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What would you do? ||

pairing: takemichi X top male reader

warning: daddy kink, hickeys

"Please please i wont let you down i promise you (Name) kun." Takemichi pleaded following after me ,the leader of the number one gang in our area.

The reason Takemichi can get this close to me as he's my family friend i grew up seeing him and taking care of him. He has always followed me around but now its worse he's seen what my gang does and desperately wants to join.

"I'll do anything just let me join." He begged grabbing onto me i turned around facing smirking as i looked down at him.

"Anything? The only way i'll put you under my wing is if you let me fuck you." I teased him obviously joking.

"Fine! But you have to promise that i'll be in your gang if i do so." He said confidently before walking away. I stood there suprised as i didn't expect him to say yes.

Thats how we ended up here...

"Takemitchy you don't have to do this if you don't want to." I spoke up watching him try to finger himself.

"I want to, okay?" He spoke indignatly still trying i eventually got fed up and grasped his body manhandling him on my bed so he faced away from me.

I grabbed some of the lube squirting it on my fingers before entering one inside him. I watched his face morph into pleasure as he relaxed into it. "more- more." He pleaded grinding back on my fingers like a horny mutt i added two more scissoring him open.

He clenched back onto my fingers as i suddenly hit his prostate his cock leaking. "uhh mm it feles sho good (name)~" He moaned body tensing as i could sense he was getting closer to his orgasm.

I removed my orgasm ruining his orgasm as i lubed up my cock.

"why! i was so close." He said petutantly.

"Don't worry, baby im going to give you something better than my fingers." I put him back in doggy style lining my cock up to his entrance.

I slowly entered myself into him filling him up his hole stretched around my cock welcoming me in. His face twisted in discomfort from the intrusion. I had to hold myself back from thrusting into his hot ass.

"Are you okay Takemitchy?" I asked to make sure i had the all clear before continuing.

"mhm." He hummed bracing himself.

I slowly began thrusting inside him settting thw pace inside him as i pounded into him my hips slapping against his ass. I held a tight grip onto his hips that was sure to leave a bruise tomorrow. Takemitchi had his face buried into the pillow whining and gasping as i used him with no regard. All he could focus on was my cock against his prostate.

I leaned over him pressing my mouth against his ear. "This is all your good for isn't baby? Being used as daddy's little fucktoy why bother trying to join my gang when you could just stay attached to my cock." I kissed and sucked his throat proudly claiming him as my own.

Takemitchy couldn't form words besides moans from my words close to his orgasm. I couldn't hold back my groan as i filled him up with my hot cum and he followed suit shuddering from the overstimulation before he came onto the bed collapsing. Letting out a faint whine of "daddy".

I pulled out of him my cum leaking out of him i watched as Takemichi pink hole fluttered almost like it begging for me back into it. "This is how you should always be who know innocent Takemitchi was a secret slut." I laughed as i spanked his ass hard enough that a pink handprint was left behind making him let out a startled yelp.

I gripped his hair and tugged him up into an awkward arch so i could kiss his mouth possessively. "Who's are you."

"(Name)'s"

#zeusy☁️#sub character #top male reader #seme male reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #dom male reader #tokyo revengers #hanagaki takemichi

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headcanonenthusiast · 9 months

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Valeria Garza NSFW headcanons.

This was made with fem readers in mind.

Also quick note, I apologize in advance if this isn't as detailed as my headcanons on some other characters. It was definitely harder for me to come up w/ stuff for Val, especially bc girlie is nowhere near one of my favorites (I'm sorry 😔) but what better way to expand on writing then doing headcanons of characters you rarely think about? So, without further ado, I hope you enjoy!

(I completely understand that this type of content is not everyone's cup of tea, and that's ok! But, please scroll and ignore if this type of content isn't your thing as opposed to leaving any sort of negative comments.)

NSFW under the cut.

-THE brat tamer.

-Absolutely will not take your shit if you disobey her in any way, shape or form.

-"What did you just say to me? Do you have any idea who you're talking to?"

-Gets this look of absolute disbelief on her face if you dare to act like a brat, then her eyes turn dark and she's suddenly dragging you to bed.

-"I'm the woman who decides whether or not you get to cum every night, querida. And if you're gonna keep acting like a fucking brat, then it looks like you won't get to cum for the rest of the week."

-Her favorite forms of punishment include anything to do with orgasms. Whether it be edging you, overstimulating you or even denying you the right to cum entirely, she loves making you squirm and beg to release.

-Shakes her head and clicks her tongue, as if you begging to cum is the most ridiculous thing she's ever heard after you've misbehaved.

-"Oh, so now you're sorry? Chica, a sorry isn't going to cut it. I warned you about acting like a little brat, but you didn't listen. You never fucking listen to me."

-Proceeds to lecture you and switch between degrading you in English and Spanish as she either forces a strap down your throat or harshly plays with your clit.

-"Perra estúpida. Never listening to me and then acting surprised when I don't let you cum."

-Will also partake in bondage, cuffing up your wrists to the headboard before she runs a vibrator painfully slow over your pussy.

-As rough as she is when it comes to sex, if you're genuinely feeling upset about something, her gaze will turn more sympathetic (which she refuses to show to anyone besides you.)

-"What? What's wrong, amor?"

-And you're welcome to tell her about all of your troubles while she gently eats you out.

-Probably has multiple straps. Prefers buying the thickest one possible but she does have one that's much longer for when you really piss her off.

-Is very willing to spoil you with new sex toys and lingerie. Anything to make her pretty girl happy.

-Also, I feel like she'd switch between wanting to see you touch yourself and not letting you at all.

-When she's not there with you, she probably encourages you to masterbate and send her tons of videos of you doing so.

-But, if she's actually there and catches you touching yourself, it won't be pretty.

-"Oh, can I not satisfy you enough anymore? Is that it?"

-Then she fingers you so well your legs are shaking as she rants.

-"Look at you, cumming just from my fingers. What a slut."

-"And you really thought you could make yourself cum the same way I do? No, no, estás loca por pensar eso, querida."

-She wants anything sexual to be completely dependent on either her or toys she picks out for you.

-In other words, very dominant.

-In other other words, if you ever asked or God forbid tried to make her submit, you're a dead woman.

-"Thats it. You're getting too fucking bratty for your own good. Get over my Goddamn lap right now if you know what's good for you."

-And when you are on her lap, she'll switch between spanking your ass and spanking your pussy.

-Leaves hickeys on the most visible spots on purpose.

-Smirks when you get all shy about it, gently brushing your hair away as she chuckles.

-"Don't worry, amor. I won't make the marks too visible."

-But then she does, so she buys you the prettiest necklace with her name engraved on it as an apology, and another reminder of who you belong you.

-Some translations for the Spanish stuff, chica = girl, querida = darling, perra estúpida = stupid bitch, amor = love and "no, no, estás loca por pensar eso, querida" = no, no, you're crazy for thinking that, darling.

(Also I apologize if anything in Spanish is incorrect, online translators can only get you so far 😕)

Look at me go, writing about a character I don't even like and am not even attracted to because I'm straighter than a wooden ruler 🙃

This was honestly fun to write though! Valeria takes up like 0% of my thinking space, so coming up w/ headcanons for her when I barely remember she exists nor am attracted to her at all was a bit more challenging. Hoping y'all enjoyed this!

Rudy NSFW headcanons r coming up next, so be sure to lookout for those in the near future 🤭

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mamaspeckles · 8 months

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vox nsfw headcanons 🙏

Oh boy I am so glad you asked for this..mama has been yearning to make hazbin fics! You know I won’t do anything unless I’m asked to after all💋

Vox NSFW Headcanons

(MAMA DIDNT PROOF READ THIS!)

CHARACTER IS 40+

Now playing:

𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐

-if you think you are going to have plain old fashioned sex with vox you better think long and hard because this overload is a goddamn monster and a freak in the sheets, and enjoys rough and painful sex.

-vox is a guy who enjoys giving it to you raw and hard- he loves to see and hear you scream his name in pure pain whilst his huge dick rams into you mercilessly.

-when you and vox first had sex with each other he had began to secretly film the both of you going at it just to keep it as some for of blackmail incase you tried to leave him.

-the overlord is possessive of you and everything that is his, and he will do anything in his will power to let everyone to know that he is fucking you good- he does have the video of you two having intercourse but he wouldn’t show it to the public eye

-his fingers can vibrate at any speed he wants them too- he had that feature placed into his system after he caught you getting off to a dinky plastic vibrating toy. “If you wanted a vibrating toy you could’ve ask me babe~.. only my hands can satisfy you not some damn toy~ say it baby..only daddy can satisfy you~” “o-only you can vox~” “Thats it baby..such a good slut~..”

-vox moans loud. Very. Very. Very loud.. if you manage to give him a good ass climax his system will reboot half way whilst he hits his high. “Oh fuck I’m cumming!~ mmgfhh!~ y/n~ agh- *system reboot*” type shit.

-spanking. Oh Ho Ho..he loves spanking your pretty little ass- he will over heat his hand and spank your ass HARD and give you a second degree burn.

𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐

Listen! Mama knows it’s rushed and shitty😭 I lost motivation midway whilst thinking of the headcanons. I will do better next time I promise.

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gamblersdoll · 4 months

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can u write dom tomioka smut pretty please ofmgnhsjd.☺️

(demon slayer)

cw/tw: spanking, dominance flood, name calling, porn with a little plot.

“the hell did you think would happen, slut.” it wasnt really a question, yet it sounded like one. to be honest, all you really did was make it known that you had no under garments on, nipples pebbling up and camel toe prominent.

“fuck– sorry, baby!” you cried, being on your knees was hell. even though they dug into the bed, they got sore. “dunno what i was thinking—“

a hard slap to your ass came, “i dont know what you were thinking either, some nasty whore shit.” he says, venom somewhat seeping in his words. his face only scrunches up, disapproving look on his face. “did you need attention, whore?”

“n—“

“so why do that? hm?” he retorts, his angling his cock deeper into your walls. “fucking cunt is just sucking me in. now tell me the real reason.” he puts a knee up, getting a deeper angle and thrusting into that gummy spot.

“i ca—“

“swear to fucking god if you say you cant.” he threatens, pressing the lower of your back into the bed and hovers over you. “say that and ill get your throat and your ass.”

“i needed—“ you try to say, but he cuts again. shit, he was pissed.

“you needed this cock?” he asks, pulling himself and slapping it against the round of your ass. you try to wriggle yourself back to get full again, but he holds you down. “cant even lie to me, slutbaby.”

you clench on and around nothing, the name burning itself into your whole entire body. you did need him.

“beg for it.” he commands, pulling the back of your hair and taking a finger to trace your entrance.

“please tom—“

he slaps your ass again, but harder than usual. “try that again. start the fuck over.”

“please baby..” you pitifully say, trying to recover from the spank and slide him back inside. he scoffs, yanking your hair back so you can introduce your back to his chest.

“thats the best you got?” he asks, hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing. he throws you back down to the mattress, bottoming out into your walls. “have to teach you how to beg properly next.”

you moan, his mean cock bullying into that foreign spot that only felt good with him. “baby– shit im so sorry!”

“oh, i bet.” he replies, eyebrows furrowing together and biting his lip. “fuck— how good does this feel? tell me and youll get what you wanted.”

“so good, baby! need it so bad!” you whine, drool dribbling from your mouth onto the sheets of the bed and legs shaking. “make me feel so good!” you started babbling, tomioka always making you do that with his girthy cock.

he cums into your walls with a growl, gripping the fat of your ass and breathes heavily.

“dont do that shit again, or its your ass next.”

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spirit-jello · 7 months

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ZB1's kinks

Forgive me for I have sinned- probably gonna do it again though ngl. Was inspired by another post where they did top three kinks! Go follow them: @melobin

Kim Jiwoong→ Ddlg(Not literally) kink. He absolutely loves pampering you and taking care of you, and when you’re having sex he makes sure you’re comfy and having a good time being fucked dumb. But when you’re bad, he does the traditional daddy discipline- spanking. God does he love spanking you. He adores seeing his hand print on your ass.

“You gonna be a good girl for me now? Or does daddy need to spank your little clit too?”

ZhangHao→ Dacryphilia kink. There’s two ways this could happen, either dom Hao or sub Hao, there cannot be in between😭. Dom Hao loves seeing you cry, whether it’s from his words or his cock fucking into your tight pussy with no mercy. Just imagine you humping him naked while he’s fully clothed begging for his touch.

“Aw~ is my slut getting worked up already? I told you, you have to get off yourself before you can get my cock. Unless you want me to punish you? I’ll even let you choose; edging or overstimulation.”

Sub Hao, though, cries at the littlest things. Just you giving kitten licks to his tip makes him whimper. You love teasing him, palming him through his boxers as he bites his lip trying not to cry, but tears start to spring to his eyes as you suck him off. Then he starts whining and lets out sobs as you refuse to give him a break after he already came. Guess you have no room for mercy either.

Hanbin→ Edging kink. Goes both ways, but either way he’s the dom. He’s obsessed with ruining your release, hearing you beg for him. He isn’t going to budge until you’re wrecked, almost in tears from frustration. Only then does he fuck you roughly and give you permission.

“So good to me hm~? Ok baby, cum.”

Right after he gives you the go ahead, you release on his cock.

But he also edges himself in a way; as he’s putting all his focus on you, he holds off on touching himself no matter how hard he is. But it just makes it all the more satisfying when he feels his cock pushing into your pussy.

Matthew→ Muscle/Size kink. He loves you no matter what body type you have, but either way he works out often to be able to pick you up easily, fucking you hard all the while holding you up. He absolutely adores your flushed face when he shows off his muscles, relishing the way you look at his abs as he takes off his shirt.

“Like what you see baby?”

He would tease you, but you both know he enjoys it just as much.

Taerae→ Humiliation kink. Now he doesn’t do it on purpose, but for some reason he always has an urge to give you hickies where it’s clearly visible, right before you two go out somewhere. Not to mention he loves slapping your ass in public, teasing you nonstop.

“Are you needy, cutie~? Do you need my help?”

He would say embarrassing(sexual) things about you to his friends, knowing how you secretly like it as well. Not just public but verbal humiliation as well. Believe it or not, he adores your flushed face as he degrades you.

“Such a messy slut hm? Imagine the others seeing you like this; a cockhungry whore.”

But don’t be fooled, as he always apologizes profusely afterwards; he never thought of treating you that way before, til you brought it up to him. At first he wasn’t sure he’d be into it, but quickly learned he liked it a bit too much.

Ricky-> Bondage. He fucking loves having you blindfolded and tied up just for him. He'll find even the stupidest excuses to 'punish you'.

"Baby~ You know I hate when you disobey.. It hurts me just as much as it hurts you."

Thats a fucking lie; you both know he absolutely loves having you tied up all pretty like a present, having a vibrator on your clit and nipples on the highest setting.

"Acting so good for me; too bad you disobeyed my rules."

After edging or overstimulating you multiple times, only then does he fuck you hard as a reward. And of course the aftercare is always him overly pampering you.

Gyuvin→ Fuckin Sadist. Whether he means to or not, the man tends to mix pain with pleasure. When it’s on purpose, he loves to spank you, both on the ass and pussy. Loves using nipple clamps on you, or bonus- you got nipple piercings as a surprise, him liking it way more than you thought he would, which was already a lot.

“All for me baby? Fuck~ you’re just begging for me to ruin you.”

When it’s unintentional, it’s usually because he grips your hips leaving bruises, or continuing to fuck you hard after you’ve already had three orgasms. And yet, he doesn’t notice because he’s like a dumb puppy, needy for his girlfriend nonstop.

“Haah~ So fucking good~ Fuck yes-”

Either way though, you get a good fucking, even though sometimes you may pass out. Best aftercare ever though.

Hope you enjoyed horny Zerose~

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hwathinker · 7 months

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"you like that, eh? aw, don't cry. shut your fucking mouth and take this cock like a good girl you are."

oh that?? well.. here's the thing. at the start of your relationship with seonghwa years ago, he has always remind you that if you feel uncomfortable whenever you have sex, you should always tell him about it. you've always keep that in mind until you finally grew comfy with him. and now.. what did you do? you fucked up, messed with him by teasing him with;

"hmm.. i think im still not comfy with the size." "im okay, i can take your cock" "wait no! i think it doesn't fit." "no, i think it does." "ahh shit! it doesn't!"

he started to lose temper, his dick pressing hard against his sweats as if he's not impatient to fill you up. as for you.. you like to tease seonghwa like he's some kind of joke. wearing such a short shorts that your fucking panties goes visible, and that your nipples literally poked out of your hello kitty crop top, also exposing half of your body. so.. thats how you ended up bending over on the bed, face buried into the pillows with the both of your hands being held by him from the back. and his cock.. don't even say it again. he plays your folds with his tip like a fucking tease.

"a-ah.. hwa.. please? let me have some of that dick inside.." you begged, voiced almost muffled by the fabrics. seonghwa chuckled, pressing the head hard to your entrance till it went it a little. only the tip. "oh you gotta be nice for that one. i only gave in earlier because you begged like a good fucking girl. but why do you have to scold how my pace is slow or not? shit makes me insane you know.. these pretty pussy are not good enough to be filled. i need the owner to beg more." seonghwa spanks your already red with hand prints ass, exciting him more by the sound you made. "c'mon princess. don't you have something to say to me?" he once again took the head back out, thrusting in between your wet ass. "mmh.. please just.. please hwa.. need your pretty cock inside me, fill your princess up please..? i swear i'll be good.." you cried, pushing your body against him to feel his dick once more.

seonghwa clicked his tongue, letting go of your hands and helping you roll to your back and facing him. you sighed in tiredness of the position for at least.. an hour? seonghwa aligned his cock at your entrance, holding your hip while the other is sliding his dick in. you arched your back to the feeling. "gosh... your dick 's so fucking good.." you moaned. seonghwa fell on your shoulder, head buried deep into it as he thrusts his hips to yours. he bit your neck, making a small love bruise on it. "oh fuck, you're god damn pretty being filled in like this.. fucking moan like a slut more and i'll cum inside you. you're mine baby." he breathed heavily, mixing them with his moans as your pussy and his cock making filthy sounds that fills in the room.

you moaned, loudly and sweetly in his ear. you knew what you were doing, and of course its on purpose. so he'd fill you up like you wanted him to. "fucking hell, im fucking close baby, please don't stop." he moaned. his hands dug deep into your skin, pace going fast as he's close to cumming. "aah.. so good. good girl hm?" his hips started to grow more slow, your breathes slowing down after coming on each other. seonghwa thrusts in a few more times to ride his high, then pulling it out ad he watches your dripping wet cunt. "god.. your pussy is so fucking pretty like this." he licked his lips, fingers weren't wasting a second to caress your wet folds. he pushed the remain liquids into you with his fingers, basically overstimulating you. "mmh,, can't take it anymore.. sensitive." you said, legs shaking from hours of teasing and a hot sex you just got.

"come on baby, let me take you to the bathroom. a good girl deserves it."

GOD I FINALLY POSTED AFTER A LONGGGGGG FUCKING TIMEEE 😫😫 i missed writing filthy seonghwa drabbles sm bro KSKSSJJSSBD but hey!!!! i found a time to finish this yayy woohoo shai is finally free!!!! 😼😼😼 hope ya'll liked this ass lol the fuck

#ateez x reader #ateez #ateez smut #hwathinker⦮⑅⦯#ateez fic #seonghwa x reader #ateez imagines #seonghwa #park seonghwa #ateez seonghwa #imagines #ateez imagine #seonghwa imagine #ateez drabbles #ateez fanfic #kpop smut #seonghwa fic #seonghwa drabble #park seonghwa smut

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solarwoniii · 1 year

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heyyy!! just wondering if i could request “zb1 legal line reaction to catching their s/o masturbating” hehehehheheehehe if not all goodzz 💗💗

reaction to catching you touching yourself ! zb1 legal line

smut, crack, some fluff ! includes jiwoong, zhanghao, hanbin, matthew, taerae and ricky

contains ; dacryphilia, punishments, i think thats all? lmk if i missed any T^T

a/n ; THANK U FOR UR REQUEST ♡ HAD SO MUCH FUN DOING THIS

jiwoong ;

would laugh at you but not in a cute funny quirky silly way

that low kind of dominant chuckle that makes you realise.

you fucked up.

he'd pull up a chair beside the bed and insist for you to continue in that same scary tone ur mum talks in when u forget to wash the dishes 😰😰😰😨😨

and then he'll force you to make yourself cum until you're crying while he sat there and watched because you're not allowed to stop until he says.

then he'll finally touch you.

with his fingertips.

just to fuck with you more because he's a petty little bitch

edging you until you're shaking, eyes rolling back, body arching

and then, and only then will you get to cum.

zhanghao ;

finds it cute that you think you're so big and strong now

puts ur ass in its place so fast 🫣🫣

love bites all over you

your body is his canvas and his marks are his art 😵😶

actually, this timing is perfect

he'd been waiting for you to misbehave so he could try out the new vibrator he got for you

edges you again and again, just to rip away your orgasm and have you crying

when you finally cum you both know damn well it's not over 💀 keeps the vibrator in that exact spot and refuses to move it until you cum another three times.

i'm sorry i just think mean dom hao is extremely accurate and attractive

hanbin ;

i think he would genuinely laugh at you 💀

and you would try to be mad at him for laughing at you but his stupid laugh is unfortunately extremely contagious 😭😔

when he's done laughing at you he'll come and help you

i think it would be all giggly and fluffy and cute though

and then you would cuddle naked (i feel like hanbin wld enjoy this so much during aftercare esp idk) and gossip LMFAO

matthew ;

GETS SO SHY I SWEAR JSJSJSJS

THE PERSONIFICATION OF 😳

quickly closes the door behind him before anyone else can see what he's seeing

'd-do u want me to . . .' 'o-oh ok'

he's flustered but he will help you feel good 😭

turns into a cute little mutual masturbation session after u notice the boner building up in his pants from the sight of u T^T

when you both finish he'll clean you up and then be a little cutie patootie

'uhmmm there was this disney movie i really wanted to watch with you so could we maybe do that now ? 👉👈'

taerae ;

just smiles and locks the door behind him when he realises what you're doing

'do you need my help baby?'

he'll sit beside you and replace your hand with his

helps you reach the best orgasm of your life with his skilled fingers

idk i genuinely don't think he would get mad

but he'll remind you that you can always come to him if you're feeling needy.

kisses

so many kisses

he'll give you more than his fingers after as well if you still want more ;))

ricky ;

YEAH THATS RIGHT WE'RE BACK TO PUSSY SLAPPER RICKY BECAUSE MY LOVE MIYUKI PUT THE THOUGHT INTO MY HEAD AND I REFUSE TO LET GO

when he walks in i think he'd get flustered but he'd quickly cover it up because being seen like that by you hurts his precious ego

AGAIN LOW DOMINANT CHUCKLE he takes after jiwoong because he aspires to one day be that cool and strong but u already know he's a cute little softie

'if you wanted me to treat you like a little whore you could've just said so, baby.'

AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH 😭😶🫣😵😳😰😭😶

gets you up on all fours and spanks your pussy until it's swollen and dripping.

then he'll mark your body up and take photos of you for his little collection 😨

eats you out (prolly makes u sit on his face too bc he's a little freak)

#zb1 #zb1 smut #zerobaseone #zb1 jiwoong #zb1 zhanghao #zb1 hanbin #zb1 matthew #zb1 taerae #zb1 ricky #zerobaseone smut #zb1 fluff #zb1 drabbles #zb1 smau

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duhnova · 1 year

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a challenge - choi seungcheol & jeon wonwoo

word count: ~1.5k

synopsis: a punishment thats not really a punishment

warning(s): smut under the cut (mdni!!!), dubcon?, spanking, multiple orgasms, squirting, fingering, masturbation, cum on body, reader is called a good girl & baby & princess, let me know if i forgot anything! - don't mind grammatical errors/typos (i tried and its 2am). this is literally just mindless, and its been sitting in my drive FOREVER… anyways i finally did something with it because of @multi-kpop-fanfics

it was safe to say that you should never challenge your best friends on who can fuck you better - especially when one of them has been your friends with benefits for months now. wonwoo wasn’t a possessive person, and he’d be damned if seungcheol could think he could fuck you better than him. which is where you found yourself right now, several rounds later, neither one of them wanting to back down but physically they needed to take a break and after you had orgasmed before either one of them gave you permission too it was only fair that you were punished.

seungcheol grabbed your hips to drag you to the edge of the bed where your legs hang off. he has a smirk on his face as his fingers dig into your hips a little while he makes eye contact with wonwoo who nods his head a little, telling him to go for it. he moves one of his hands to rest on your lower back to keep you in place and he uses his other hand to rub soothingly at your ass cheeks.

“i want you to start counting for me princess.” and with that his heavy hand made contact with your left ass cheek, the same one wonwoo had smacked not even a minute ago. whining quietly, your feet come up to try and cover your ass.

“no.” seungcheol pushes your legs back down. “every time you do that i’ll start over. understood?” when you nod he's quick to land another blow to the same one.

“two..” you let out a shaky breath only for seungcheol to scoff. “no?” you whine before he lands another smack to your ass causing you to squeak.

“that’s two.”

“but-“ he smacked your ass again, cutting your sentence off.

“we started over because you moved your legs, remember?” you nod your head quickly, your fingers digging into the sheet below you. he takes a second to rub your ass cheek, allowing the soft side to come out for just a second before he smacks it.

“four!” you yelp, your legs kicking up a little from the shock of it. you’re quick to put them back down as you stutter out apology after apology. “please don’t start over im sorry! i’ll be good i promise!”

“i don’t know sweetheart.. that’s the second time now,” he looks up at wonwoo who was sitting in his gaming chair, his boxers back on but his cock still painfully hard underneath. “wonwoo?”

“smack her ass till she’s cumming and crying.” any nice bone in his body was gone as his jaw set while he watched the older male do just as he said.

you yelped and whined as seungcheol’s heavy hand came down on both of your ass cheeks, alternating every couple smacks to give the other a break. the pain began to mix with pleasure at some point, there was no real friction offered other then the little jolts your body did as you rocked against the bed with every blow.

around the thirtieth smack your counting didn’t even matter anymore as you dig your nails into the sheets, your babbling getting louder as some twisted part of your body decided you were going to cum when he delivered a particularly hard smack. tears stream down your face as you sob, your legs coming up to cover your ass, seungcheol letting them as you process the fact that you just orgasmed from him spanking you.

“good girl.” seungcheol coos as he lets his hand wander down so his fingers can feel the juices that begin to seep out of you. “can you give us another one?”

“i think she can.” wonwoo groans quietly from his seat as he finally allows his hands to offer himself some relief. you whine loudly when his fingers ghost over your entrance before you’re wiggling your hips.

“‘m a good girl.” is all you mumble before your legs scoot open enough so seungcheol’s hand can fit between them.

“you are,” wonwoo hums as he rubs his hard cock through his boxers. “my good girl.”

“our good girl.” seungcheol mumbles before dipping his fingers into your sopping pussy. your slick made it easy or his middle and ring finger to set a fast pace.

you gasp at the pace, your body still sensitive from all the orgasms you had experienced before your “punishment” that wasn’t so much of a punishment after you were allowed to cum followed by seungcheol stuffing you with his thick fingers.

“cheollie~” you mewl when his fingers curl to hit the bundle of nerves that has your legs closing and locking around his arm as he continues to draw wet squelching from your pussy.

“open those pretty legs baby.” wonwoo groans quietly. seungcheol manages to unwrap your legs from his arm before forcing them open so wonwoo can watch his fingers disappear in your wet heat.

“thats it baby.. take it all.” seungcheol groans at the feeling of your pussy clenching around his fingers as he speeds up the pace, his arm muscles flexing as he focuses on your pleasure more then the cramp he knows he’s going to get later.

“cum.. cum!” you babble as you try to find something on the bed to clutch. the rubber band in your stomach was pulled tight, tighter than it ever has been pulled.

“wanna cum already?” seungcheol smirks almost triumphantly, he’s managed to rip two orgasms out of you in such a quick and short period of time.

“please.. please! please!” you beg pathetically, before either of them could give you an answer the orgasm washes over your body like a tsunami. it was like a dam broke as you squirt all over cheols fingers and arms - he tries to help you rid it out but your pussy forces his fingers out as he rubs hard at your clit to milk you for everything you have.

“shiiiiit.” you sob as your body goes limp, your face buried in the crook of your elbow. wonwoo groans loudly as he stands up to shoo seungcheol away, his cock in his hand again.

“you did so good baby.” he moans lowly, his glasses sliding down his nose as he looks down at your spent body, your ass red - a little bit of purpleing could be seen as the bruises begin to form. “fuck.” he whines quietly as he jerks his cock faster before cumming all over your ass and back, painting you white.

“so, who fucked you better princess?” seungcheol mumbled as he sat on the bd next to you to push the hair out of your eyes while you panted quietly, still trying to come down.

“i..” you huff before rolling over onto your back, not caring about the cum thats all over it as you stare at wonwoo whos standing above you before looking at seungcheol whos to your right. “i think its a tie..” you laugh quietly while they both look at each other with raised eyebrows.

“a tie?” wonwoo grumbles.

“that can’t do princess, one of us had to fuck you a little better than the other.” seungcheol continues to pet your hair gently.

“well,” you offer them a tired grin. “maybe round two can help me decide.”

“right now?” wonwoo’s eyes are a little wide, collectively the three of you have orgasmed at least twelve times.

“not tonight, you two might actually fuck me dumb.”

“and our dicks could fall off.” wonwoo jokes as he shuffles around the room to find your water bottle, aftercare with him included him feeding and hydrating you until you could get up on your own to get cleaned up. once you quenched your thirst, seungcheol hoisted you up in his arms so he could take you to the bathroom.

“i assure you if we go one last round in the shower my dick won’t fall off.” he jokes as he sets you down on a towel on the sink.

“hey! you’re not about to fuck her in my shower without me.” wonwoo tries to follow but seungcheol moves quicker then that to lock him out.

“snooze you lose! besides we wouldn’t want your precious dick to fall off.” he laughs quietly before going to start the shower for you, letting it warm up.

“are we really gonna fuck while he stands out there and pouts?” you giggle as he helps you stand, walking you slowly into the shower so he can help your clean up.

“no, i just wanted some alone time with you that's all.” he hums quietly as hes gentle about rubbing soap on your body. you learn very quickly that seungcheol’s aftercare is very much physical as he helps you clean up, dry off and get dressed before he takes you back to wonwoos bed to cuddle in the fresh blankets while said male goes back to gaming after freshening up himself.

feedback + reblogs are greatly appreciated!

#svthub #seungcheol smut #scoups smut #wonwoo smut #seventeen smut

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pray4saint · 1 year

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could I get a tall Americano, with a donut and extra sugars <3

sapnap's kinks

masterlist & descrip. rated r. 16+ bondage. mention of a daddy kink. sir/superiority kink. brat tamer!sap. some bdsm dynamic. sub!sapnap. breeding kink. begging.

a/n. i ended up picking a few kinks i think he has since you didn't specify!

number one this mf & bondage oh my lord (actually has me rolling around the floor kicking my feet and giggling

i think sapnap loves having your hands bound behind you and over your head and no i will not be taking questions, thats just how it is

however, he's even bigger on being tied up himself / wrists tied to the bed frame and, physically unable to resist what you do, but don't get it twisted, even being tied up he's often in control

”y'gonna be good and listen to me?” he asks as you pull on one end of the silk, tightening it around his wrist. ”yes sir.” you climb onto the bed and straddle his chest. ”good, now c'mere and give me a kiss.”

daddy kink this daddy kink that but what about his sir/superiority kink??? like yes he's loves it when you call him daddy but when you call him sir???? he absolutely goes feral, almost turning more service dom than anything, that's just how he is

when you call him sir, even outside the bedroom he just gets this urge to give you everything and pet your head and kiss your hand and make you feel good just to hear you say it again

your hands and wrapped tightly in your boyfriend's locks as he goes down on you. ”sir, please!” he perks up at you, pulling his mouth away. ”say it again.” ”wh-what?” ”you heard me. say it, again.”

brat tamer!sapnap, absolutely exists and when he's gentle about you breaking the rules it's a little manipulative but not enough to be recognised as a red flag

”y/n, what did i say about touching yourself when i'm not around?” his voice shocked you and you opened your eyes, immediately retracting your hand from your sex. ”uh- uhm..” you knew what the rules were, but your mind was so hazy you couldn't think of the words. ”it's alright, i know you didn't mean to leave me out, right baby?” you shake your head no at him. ”what? no, course not.”

he doesn't have a whole lot of rules but there are times you decide it'll be fun to test his patience and he's absolutely ruthless (aka hard dom!sapnap)

you'd been going at it for hours, your hole was swollen and your boyfriend's cum was leaking out, your face was covered in tears, your ass was red, and you were so overstimulated you were getting close to passing out. ”you knew better than to be touching yourself without me.” he ran his hand over your ass soothingly, although it only stung from the amount of times he'd spanked you. ”and on top of it you couldn't just apologise. you just had to throw a fit right?” you whine at him and he chuckles. ”such a stupid little whore.”

physically sensitive!sub!sapnap and degration btw / sapnap who loves it when you call him pathetic for grinding against you while you sat in his lap or when you call him a whore for needing to go jerk off in the bathrooms after your hand ever so gently grazed over his crotch

also sub!sapnap who begs you to let him cum inside you over and over because he just wants to make you feel so full

that's it guys, that's the post and you can all get back to your smut searching

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

#pray4saint #dteam #dream team #dsmp #mcyt #sapnap #sapnap smut #sapnap x reader #dteam smut #saint's inbox !!#saint's 100 celly :o #sub!sapnap #hard dom!sapnap #gn!reader #₊ପ sap.nsfw #saint's nsf !!

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gyupinkys · 1 year

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THE DEVIL- only angel pt.2

I feel like only angel didn't have enough smut so here I am again :)

WC: 1.4K

WARNINGS: MURDER, GORE, DUB CON, humiliation, exhobitionism, Choking, fingering, spanking, knife play, mentions of breeding/ impregnation, objectification. degradation, spitting, prob a lot more shit idk.

This is so good, Jeonghan is so hot.

“Y/N, could you pour me a drink?” he says looking over to you. You get up from the man, who you now know as Haneul’s lap and bend over to pour Jeonghan some whiskey. You’re grateful for Jeonghan sensing your discomfort, the man below you was gripping your hips entirely too harshly and grinding his pathetic excuse for a dick into your ass making you want to gag. Haneul now has a clear view of your ass and the outline of your cunt through your thong. You hear him suck in a deep breath as you walk over to Jeonghan and hand him his drink.

Now, Jeonghan is not normally a jealous man; he knows you’re his so theres no need, but the way Haneul is practically fucking you with his eyes is pissing him off. He’s been feeling territorial as of late, he can’t stand to see these grimy men touch you, admire you, lust over whats his.

“Angel, take a seat. I need you to do something for me.”

You look at him in confusion. This isn’t apart of the plan. Cheol and Joshua look equally as confused but you do as told and sit, feeling something hard pressed against your ass. Oh.

“Haneul, I’m a powerful man i’m sure you know that. But how do you expect me to get you these guns when you want to pay me so little? Do you take me as a fool?”

“This a very adequate payment and if i recall correctly, you do owe me a favor.”

“A favor?”

“For when I helped you keep up that pharmacist lie to get your drugs distributed through the pharmacy.”

Jeonghan just smirks. “Haneul, you didn’t help me do shit. You fell for my lies and thats on you. So don’t sit in front of me and give me that bullshit. But you know what, I’ll entertain you. How about I let you have a go at my dear Y/N here. I’m sure this tight little cunt is a more than satisfactory payment to call us even.”

You stiffen in his lap and look back at him. What is he doing? You look at Cheol for help but he looks even more confused then before whereas Joshua just has a shit eating grin on his face.

“Hmm, I don’t know Jeonghan” Haneul says eyeing you.

“Hannie?”you whisper looking at hin concerned.

“Do you not want to help me settle my debt?” he smiles at you.

You’re at a lost for words, trying to decipher what game he’s playing.

“How about this? I’ll give you a sneak peek and then you can decide if you accept my offer.” To which Haneul nods.

“Y/N, spread your legs.”

“Jeonghan, what?”

He grabs your throat and pulls your back to his chest, applying a little too much pressure for your liking.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” he says harshly, making you spread your legs over his own.

“You know, my angel here loves attention. So much that she dances on those poles every night. She loves the way men look at her, loves being the object of their desires. But you know who she comes whoring herself out to every night? Me. So when I offer you my most prized possession, I expect you to treat her with care.”

He begins rubbing you over your panties, bringing his fingers up to show Haneul how wet you are. “Shes always so wet for me.” he smiles.

As he he circles your clit you feel your cheeks heat up. He just loves humiliating you. You could cry with how frustrated, and pissed you are. Not only is he about to finger you in front this random man, but also Seungcheol and Joshua? He brings his middle and ring finger to your mouth and you suck, not needing to be told what to do. “Good girl”. He pulls your thong to the side and slides his fingers in, beginning to lazily pump them in and out of you.

“Now lets finish discussing business” he says as if he’s not fingering the soul out of your body.

You barely register their conversation, words seeming to float straight through your mind, the only thing you can think of his cumming.

“Angel, don’t even think about it.” he says a little too loud.

“Please Jeonghan .” you whimper.

“No”

You set your mind on ignoring him. He hasn’t fucked you in ages, too busy with work and you wouldn’t dare touch yourself without his permission so you’re pent up. And It’s not like he’ll punish you in-front of all these people… right?

“Angel.” he warns but you ignore him and cum. Only for your orgasm to be rudely ruined as he yanks his fingers from you.

“No please” you whine and buck your hips, trying to chase his fingers.

He wraps his hand around your throat again, and turns your face to him. “You want to embarrass me in front my colleagues?”

“No I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.”

“Don’t lie. You just wanted to be a fucking bratty bitch.” He spits on your cheek and bends your body over his lap and spanks you so hard you can’t even produce a sound to react with. He keeps slapping your ass until your a crying mess, willing your hips to stay still in order to avoid more. You’re full on ugly crying at this point, his punishment unrelenting and everyone looks on in silence.

"Is this what you wanted? For me to punish you? Show you your fucking place? You're just my fucking slut who would do anything to please me isn't that right?" he spits out making you nod.

The humiliation makes you cry more, joshua’s gonna give you so much shit for this. After what seems like hours he stops and softly rubs your sore ass. He pulls you into him and gives you a delicate kiss, but his ministrations are far from done. He pulls out the pocket knife you designed for him, shining the blade in the light. He leans you back and carefully runs the flat side of the blade through your folds. You don’t dare to breathe, move, or speak. He brings the blade back to the light, seeing it covered in your wetness. He pulls your thong back in place and whispers to you, “Why don’t you offer our guest a taste, angel?”

You somehow muster the courage to stand, ignoring Cheol and Joshua and walk to Haneul placing the blade in front his mouth and he licks your essence. “She’s delectable” he groans.

“I know.” Jeonghan smugly says. “Come back here angel.”

You walk back to him with a frown on your face. You’ll be giving him a peace of your mind when you get home. You sit back on his lap and hang your head, ignoring the burning on your ass.

“Now, Haneul. If you had a gem like this what would you do if men kept looking at her like she’s a piece of meat?”

“I’d kill each and every one of them.”

“Oh really?” he tilts his head. “I don’t like to share. Especially my sweet Y/N, so i think i have a solution. I say i knock her up hmm? Then it’ll be obvious shes taken, obvious she’s not to played with, preyed on, obvious she’s owned, claimed as mine.”

You let out a shaky breath. Is he serious?

“I do need a successor. It’s better to start early.” he smiles at you. “But before we get to that. Haneul, tell me why you think you deserve to live after seeing what you just saw?”

The man loons like he’s seen a ghost.

“You said it yourself. You would kill every man that looks at her. And you, you just saw way more than you fucking deserved.”

“You offered, thats on you man.”

“But you could’ve said no.” Jeonghan says glaring at the man who begins to sputter.

“Hey, look on the bright side. At least you got to taste something sweet before you died.” Jeonghan chuckles.

He hands you his favorite white pistol. “Do the honors baby, It is his fault you're in this predicament.”

You aim the gun and shoot. Purposely missing and hitting his ear, watching it fly straight off. Blood starts to gush and he starts to scream.

“Oops! let me try again” you sweetly say. You aim for his head and shoot a bullet straight between his eyes.

“What a good girl.” Jeonghan says with a smile as he gently places you on the floor and gets up.

“Well if you’d excuse me boys, I have some baby making to do.”

#seventeen smut #svt smut #jeonghan fanfic #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan smut #yoon jeonghan smut

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safely-in-vhagars-belly · 10 months

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Dark!Aemond x reader

Ashes Burn: chapter two

Aemond x fem oc/reader

Tags: Show setting, gore, blood, dubcon

🔷Summary: Your hometown will soon fall, and you become noticed by the one-eyed Kinslayer who lays siege to it.

🔷Author's note: Dark!Aemond is not something i throw around lightly. It is not something i take lightly as a warning. Just so you know. Some people sometimes click on dark aemond but they dont want dark aemond, and thats fine but this is dark dark aemond so i warn ya as my author, my job is to warn ya (((apparently))

🔷Wordcount :7939 (THAT CANT BE RIGHT THATS HUGE)

Warnings below the cut but mind your step!

Gore, abuse, kicking heads, dub-con, licking, fingering (f) orgasm denial, orgasm control, smut, spankings, pussy smacking, erections, blood, guards are terrified of aemond. Trauma. Dead family members. Normal hotd stuff, basically.

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Im not your parental figure.

im your wine aunt

You hold your brother's head above your own as you are paraded around town. Terrified villagers have been forced out of their homes and are forced to watch the parade of your brother's body. Aemond has placed you in front of him on the horse, his hands casually holding the reins of the horse and your belly that is filled with fear and anxiety.

You try to remain strong and brave but everyone knows when you are paraded around what will await you. Your ass still stings from where he hit you earlier. His intentions are clear as crystal and you fear you won't be a maiden for much longer.

You shake and tremble on the horse, muttering prayers you learned and messing them up in the process that is how fast you are muttering them.

People you have known all your life all rounded up and watch as you and the prince parade over a road of blood and corpses, him as the clear Victor of this battle.

You eventually reach your home, your arms hurt from holding the head. Aemond simply grabs your wrists, taking your brother's head from you. You can make out Karst's eyes and his wonderful features that remind you of your father.

He laughs as he throws your brother's head on the tiles outside of your home, in the courtyard. Aemond kicks it through a window inside, causing a disturbance and an uproar of terrified servants. He does not bother to collect you. For a moment there is hope.

You take the reins he abandoned, your ears pulsing with blood as you feel your heartbeat rise. Until a voice reminds you coldly that you are a prince's pet now. An object for the prince to entertain himself with. ‘’Please, my Lady. The prince shall punish you if dared to run. He will capture you, and so many innocents will die as punishment.’’ It is the Dornish commander.

You blink back tears.

‘’I don't care.’’ Yes, you do. You care and you care too much at that, sadly. But he made you taste your brother's blood. He has your family, yes. But they are not bastards. They are pure blooded and you know Aemond will kill you once you bore him.

The commander decides to risk his life by standing in front of the horse. ‘’Yes you do, my Lady. You have a good, gentle heart. Please get off the horse, I won't tell him. I promise.’’ You have to believe him. You have to trust he will keep his word. You lower yourself from the horse and follow the Dornish commander back inside your old house.

Already, you can see someone destroyed antique vases by the door. Two soldiers are busy slamming a chest and trying to break it. It is locked tightly and contains scrolls. You doubt they know that, however. For them it could contain riches, fame and money. No one, not a single commander, the Dornish one included, stops them from ramsacking your home.

You find Aemond sitting on a chair in the dining area, watching as terrified servants run around him. Some have dropped food and plates. ‘’Someone collect me my pet.’’ He orders. You know it is you who he speaks of.

He notices you and grins, straightening his back. ‘’Ah, there you are. I was just about to fetch you.’’ You refuse to meet his eye. He grins, letting you be rebellious. ‘’I like your home. It is quite poorly decorated but it fits you.’’ There is an insult there yet you do not dare to defend yourself.

The Dornish commander gently gives you a slight push so you stumble in the direction of the prince. Aemond puts the head of your brother on the table, crossing his own legs. ‘’You must think me a monster, feeding all those traitors to my dragon.’’ You agree but you know he will turn the tale around. He wants you to see it from his point of view.

You huff. ‘’They were no traitors. A traitor would have run.’’ And that is the truth. Karst was not a traitor. Diandra was not a traitor. Neither was your father or the men who followed him. They were heroes and loyal and fought for their home.

He gets up.

The prince grabs you suddenly by the hips, bringing your bodies closer to one another. His hot breath grazes over your cheeks as you feel blood rush to it. ‘’So she speaks, at long last. I was worried you had lost your tongue.’’ He mocks, you can tell he was never worried about your inability to speak ever again.

You put his hands from your hips.

‘’Only my appetite.’’ You remark. Aemond does not seem to hear you. His gaze is focused on Midy, your favourite kitchen maid. She is as always whistling and singing to herself when preparing food, even now where other servants are terrified or in hiding. She is a special soul, your father would say.

You worry for Midy, as you can see Aemond has clearly noticed her. ‘’You. You have a name, I presume?’’ Midy nods, turning around with a broad smile, while cutting a dead chicken to pieces. She even makes a little curtsy.

‘’Yes, my Lord. Midy my Lord.’’ You want to warn her but one glance from Aemond and you are silenced again. You know what is at stake. Her life. Perhaps even your own.

‘’You know this Lady?’’ He asks, gesturing vaguely at you. Midy nods, enthusiastically. Of course she knows you. You are the bastard of the Lord she served, and the only one of his daughters that had patience and kindness for servants.

Midy does not understand the danger she is in. She does not know that Aemond is not her friend. ‘’Lady Y/N my Lord of course I do! She is sweet and kind. She has been here since she was a baby.’’ She adds, with a smile, as if cherishing those good old days. ‘’It is high time someone would try to court her.’’ She really is too good for this world.

Courting. Not a conquering. A Courting. That would be fun. It would make Annalysa mad with rage and jealousy. This night would end with your stomach fluttering not filled with dread. Eryka would murder you. Karst would murder Aemond. It would be a fun and unrealistic scenario. Because why would Prince Aemond even entertain the thought of bothering with a marriage with you? He hates bastards.

You glance at Aemond who has trouble hiding his smirk at her description. You pull your nails as a single tear falls from your eye. Aemond will not court you. He talked about conquering you, making you his ‘pet’.

For a brief moment, you consider what would happen if you would tell Midy who Aemond really is, what he is really after and what he will really do. But one look at her kind brown loyal eyes and you know it won’t end well. She will perhaps attack Aemond in your defense, he will miraculously avoid, clearly favoured by the Seven damned gods themselves, and you will lose your friend for nothing. So, you remain silent. ‘’You know what my Lady likes?’’ He asks, as you silently cry.

The answer comes within mere moments as Midy thinks this an act of kindness. ‘’Strawberrycupcakes, lemoncakes, pastries and cakes, my lord. Although, she is not allowed much of the Lord of the house. His ladybitch took care of that.’’ Midy murmurs, acting too familiar with Aemond, who laughs, amused by this knowledge.

‘’Midy, be kind.’’ You warn her. ‘’She does her best.’’ Lady Fyona is not the kindest to you, but she is not as horrible as her two daughters. She at least tries to tolerate you.

‘’Arrange something delicious for her and me.’’ Prince Aemond interrupts you sharply. ‘’I wish to try your delicious cooking and to feed my pet.’’ Finally Midy understands.

The blood leaves her face likely and she looks at Aemond as if he is the Stranger himself, here to collect her. ‘’Y-You're not here to court-’’ She knows now.

Aemond grins and you know he must enjoy her fear.

‘’No. I'm here to conquer. Which I did, but now I'm hungry.’’ He gestures to the kitchen as if to send her away. She obeys and leaves him instantly.

The prince turns his head to you.

‘’I have no use for you if you were to faint. When was the last time you ate, if at all?’’ He asks, taking in your trembling hands and roaring stomach.

You had a bowl of soup yesterday.

‘’Last night during supper.’’ You try to quiet your stomach.

The prince looks out the window, to where his horse is peacefully eating outside. ‘’Supper? It's almost dark again.’’ You can tell.

You stumble, leaning for support on the table where your family used to dine at. ‘’Sit with me.’’ He orders you. ‘’Sit down, and get something inside that stomach.’’ You aren't sure how to. You aren't hungry ever since he killed all those people. All the heads he cut, the corpses he burned with his dragon. It is too much for you.

And you can't sit down. Not at that table. You aren't allowed to. You are a dirty bastard to sit at your family's table would be treason and your stepmother has hit you enough in the past for it. Aemond thinks however you are insulting him. ‘’What is it?’’ You have trouble explaining it. It is embarrassing.

Yet you know you must explain it.

‘’I'm a bastard. I'm supposed to eat away from the family table.’’ You tell him, your voice timid.

He chuckles. A few men join in as you stare at your feet. ‘’Did your daddy not like it when you ate at his table, sweet pet?’’ You shake your head, your stomach roaring once more.

‘’No.’’ Your voice is a quiet soft muttering. You rub your arms.

‘’Were you spanked, if you tried?’’ Aemond wonders. You have never been spanked before and you feel the blood rush to your cheeks at his suggestive little smirk.

‘’No.’’ You mutter again.

‘’You know what? Your daddy is my prisoner now, pet. I think you can sit your pretty bastard ass down.’’ You do as he wishes, picking the chair that normally belonged to Karst. He won’t ever sit that chair again. You won’t ever hear his voice again. Aemond made sure of that.

You feel a soft smack on your hand and flinch, shocked that the prince lightly smacked you.

‘’No, little pet. I want you to warm me..’’ He murmurs in your ear and your belly roars as you subtly try to free yourself, but it's no use as his grip only tightens.

He is thinking of his lap. You know it. But you must try to deflect his intentions. ‘’Shall I bring candles?’’ You mutter. ‘’Or perhaps a blanket?’’

He scoffs. He does not need a blanket. He is not truly cold. He is simply making use and a spectacle of you. To mock you. He sits back down in your father's chair.

You are grabbed and squeak afraid. ‘’You're a witty clever thing.’’ He speaks, before sitting you down firmly on his lap. ‘’No, you'll warm me. I told you you were to keep me warm during my conquest and you will.’’ You whimper.

He chuckles, kissing your hair. ‘’My pretty pet.’’ He murmurs. You don't feel pretty at all. You feel weak and small on his lap. You try to move, to find comfort but it is no use. You are frightened and terrified.

Midy comes back from the kitchen with a tray of food. She does not help you fight Aemond. She does avert her eyes, ignoring you both. ‘’I will feed her anything first.’’ He barks at her suddenly, causing you to flinch. ‘’Just in case you thought to poison me.’’ He adds. Great. As if being his pet is not bad enough; you'll be forced to be a taster too.

Midy is not impressed by his behaviour. ‘’I figured. I made the muffin for her lady. All the food is poison free. But please, feed her first.’’ She places various pastries with fruit bases in front of the prince and you. You can't move.

Aemond picks up one of the plates with a strawberry muffin on it.

‘’What is going on here exactly? My pet has not been fed.’’ You avoid looking at Midy. ‘’She told me she had food. Last night. What is the meaning of this?’’

You had time for breakfast this morning but someone ran off with a horse and got herself into trouble. ‘’I had to save Diandra first.’’ Your sister will always be a priority.

Aemond grabs your chin so firmly that you cry out. Midy sets a foot in your direction but understands her interfering will do more harm than good. ‘’You will do no foolish things anymore. You are mine now. And I want you well fed for what comes next.’’ He warns you with a soft slap on your knee.

You repeat his words in your head, becoming anxious. What can he possibly need you for?

‘’Leave us.’’ Midy waits for your command, ignoring the prince, her conqueror and the man that holds your lives in his hands. ‘’Wench! Leave us!’’ He yells. You nod quickly, granting her permission. And Midy leaves.

Aemond cuts off a piece of the muffin. ‘’Open wide.’’ He tells you. You quietly burst into soft sobs. He grabs your hair and pulls it, lifting your head in your neck so he may feed you easier. ‘’Wide.’’ He groans again.

This time you obey and the piece of juicy strawberry muffin is laid on your tongue. You chew and swallow like an obedient girl. Aemond brings his thumb to his mouth before making it wet, cleaning your lips of crumbs and juice. ‘’Tonight, I will ask the same of you. You best obey then.’’ You nod, absent at his words. You try to understand what he could possibly mean.

‘’You wish to kiss me? Is that it?’’ You are insecure. You have never been kissed before.

He scoffs again. ‘’If you call that kissing, of course my sweet; let us call it kissing.’’ You try to reach for a fork but he grabs your hand slamming it on the table painfully before you can. You whimper once more, in pain as you put your hands on your lap. ‘’I don't trust you with silverware yet. You will be fed.’’ He tells you running a hand down your left knee.

You nod hesitantly. Aemond cuts the lemoncake in pieces for you and brings the pieces to your mouth, feeding you as if you can't eat yourself.

It should not feel intimate. It should not feel as exciting and unknown to you as it does. But sitting on his warm warrior lap, having his unprovoked attention, and him, a prince feeding you, a bastard makes all sorts of confusing things happen.

You don't pay attention, and some of the juice ends up on your chin. You try to wipe it away.

‘’Come here, clumsy thing…’’ Aemond whispers in your ear. Your face is turned to his and he brings his mouth to your chin, licking away the lemon juice as you gasp softly and stiffen. Aemond's hands hold you tightly so you may not escape.

A soft delicate moan leaves his lips, coming straight from his gut, perhaps his manhood. ‘’Mhm…’’ You never heard such an intriguing yet terrifying sound.

Once you sit back comfortably against his front you can't help but notice a small irritation that is poking you from behind. ‘’Do you have a belt perhaps? Something is poking me. Irritating me.’’ You try not to sound too whiny. It is not as firm as a rock, but something is bothering you and poking your tailbone.

He smirks. ‘’My apologies.’’ That is all he says with a chuckle.

You don't understand at first.

‘’Just take it off.’’ You tell him as another piece of cake is shoved in your face. You obediently open your mouth, and Aemond feeds you another piece of delicious cake.

You chew and bite, savouring the good taste.

He whispers in your ear again.

‘’I can't do that, unfortunately. I'm very attached to that part.’’ You remember reading a romance book where the female lead was engaging in behaviour unsuited for her station, which brought her male lover so much joy that he felt...

One word crosses your mind. Erected. ‘’O,’’ You manage to squeak out. ‘’I-’’ You become at a loss for words and embarrassed, mortified and silent.

‘’Just enjoy your cake for now.’’ He softly touches your shoulders when feeding you another price. The cake is good. It might be the only good thing left in your life. Will this be a regular thing? How long until he trusts you with silver? How long until he bores of you and kills you? All sort of unpleasant thoughts you don’t want to think of. And yet you do.

Aemond leaves a soft kiss on your head. ‘’Good girl.’’ He coos in your ear, approvingly. You stiffen a bit more, blood rising to your cheeks. You never liked it when someone called you a 'good girl' and he is no exception. ‘’Interesting.’’ He comments a moment later after studying your reaction.

You hope he is pleased for now. ‘’What is?’’ You nearly shout, uncomfortable with his staring.

But to think he would make this easy would be a mistake.

‘’Nothing.’’ He shrugs a little too, grinning as you worry only grow and grow.

He decides to change the subject as well. ‘’I'm glad you decided to eat.’’ As if you had a choice. He would have shoved it down your throat, you are sure of it.

You sniffle, scoffing.

‘’Was it an option to refuse? What good am I without food? A human can't think without food.’’ You are thirsty too. You need to eat and to drink so you can work out a escape plan for you and your family.

Aemond sighs, before impatiently tapping with his feet against the ground. ‘’Damn servants. Someone get in here!’’He shouts loudly, and you flinch at his hard voice. A servant maid comes rushing in, someone else than Midy. You don’t know her name. She is fairly new. She makes a curtsy, her hands shaking. ‘’My prince?’’

‘’Get us wine.’’ He says, as if its that obvious. ‘’One of you wenches gave me food, without wine. I should have her flayed to say the least for that crime.’’ You stare at the cake, forcing your anger out by staring it down, because you can’t hit Aemond.

The girl gets to work, searching in cabinets and chests alike until she finds you two different cups and a bottle of very poorly aged wine. ‘’What a useless servant. I should have my dragon fest upon you. But Vhagar does not appreciate stupid wenches.’’ Aemond speaks to you after she is gone.

You are handed a cup first, by him. You taste it first for the prince, aware this could kill you.

But you trust your servants. It is a good wine. Not old, not ancient, not anything Aemond would have been given. It is decent. But after the day you had, it is perfect. ‘’How does the wine taste?’’ Aemond asks after watching you drink as eager as a kitten by a mother cat.

You feel better, still terrified and worried, but you aren't hungry anymore. ‘’Quite good.’’ It is the truth. The sweet taste of the wine makes your head a little lighter and a little less troubled. You do remind yourself to watch out around Aemond with the alcohol. You don't know how this will end.

He sits a little straighter, moving you unintentionally over his lap, causing an unfamiliar sensation burning between your legs. ‘’I wish to taste your wine.’’ His voice is a few octaves deeper, his pupil is slightly widened.

You obediently hand him the other remaining cup. You have no desire to fight him or to get angry. It is just wine. ‘’Yes, you shall.’’

But you are not prepared for what happens next. Instead of taking your cup, he throws it on the ground, spilling it and grabs you by the bodice of your dress, dragging you closer. His mouth opens and roughly pushes onto yours, as his strong arms restrain you until you stop fighting him. Once your guard is down, his left hand slips from your wrist that he pinned to your legs. Your lips open for a moment to breathe and he takes this moment. He kisses you and plunders you too.

His tongue licks out your mouth, tasting every drop you had as your lips press against one another. ‘’Quite good indeed.’’ He tells you when you are panting softly. ‘’I see you are a quick student.’’ He looks at your chest area where your nippels have hardened as two gemstones.

You curse yourself and quickly try to cover yourself after that kiss.

‘’I didn't mean to-’’ You have to defend yourself. You are not a harlot.

He chuckles slowly, almost disheartening and mockingly.

‘’Such a needy girl. Good thing I captured you, hm? Is your cunt wet as well?’’ He wonders out loud, and you are thankful your servants are all dismissed.

You remain defiant.

‘’I don't know what that is.’’ Yes you do, but you have no desire to play his games.

Aemond's good eye slightly twitches before it lowers suggestively to the space between your legs, that is still covered with the fabric of your dress. You know what he referred to. Yet you pretend you don't know.

He speaks, wettening his lips with the edge of his tongue. ‘’It's what a man fucks when his lover is on her knees. It's a little small gate to pure delight, one can enter and pleasure will build if you keep fucking it.’’ He describes it oddly. It sounds painful and shameful. ‘’It's fun for the woman too.’’ He adds once he sees your judgmental glare.

You never heard that before outside of your romance novels. Pleasure was never a reason for you to marry even as a bastard. ‘’Is it?’’ You ask, your voice is a little timid. You are curious. Of course you are. You pleasured yourself before but a man, an actual man of flesh and blood...

He nods, clearly enjoying how eager and patient you listen to him. ‘’Yes, pet. It can be very fun for the woman too, if she finds herself a skilled lover.’’ You wonder if he is such a skilled lover.

But you wonder so quietly. He is not a lover material. He is the opposite of it. He killed dozens of innocent people and trapped your father and your sister. He killed your brother and made you carry his head around.

You can not deny that he is handsome, as a conqueror that came straight from a historic book, but you can not deny that he is your enemy either. It is best to remain wary and to keep up your guard.

His hands rub your left knee softly patting you when his right hand caresses your face, feeling the warmth of your flesh. ‘’But, as we are just master and pet, well, I'm afraid your pleasures must be earned.’’ Earned. You don't like the sound of that. He chuckles and leans in a little closer.

And the words 'master' and 'pet' send shivers down your spine.

‘’What of your pleasures?’’ You wonder, putting your own needs aside. You need to know what will happen to you.

His response is short and brief.

‘’Isn't that obvious? You'll take care of that from now on. And don't you dare to....disobey or I will punish you too.’’ He grins and you can only imagine how horrible he will punish you. You don't think you saw what he is fully capable of yet. And yet what you already saw terrifies you. You don't want to meet this monster. You don't want to see the bloodshed.

And there is one final question to be asked. Until now, there have been unsubtle innuendos about his plans with you. Slapping your ass, calling you his and now the pleasure and the face licking. He plans on taking you as his conquest tonight, part of you understands it. And you are terrified. ‘’So you'll...You'll…’’

Aemond suddenly snaps his head at his two soldiers. ‘’You two. Go find another person to bother with your needless breathing. Me and the Lady wish to be alone.’’

They understand they can better leave than stay if they wish to remain alive. ‘’Enjoy, my Prince.’’ One of them says, referring to you as if you are just another fruity pastry. You glare at him, causing Aemond to chuckle. ‘’Show that little cunt what dragons do with sheep.’’ He adds when he sees your fiery glare. ‘’Should you bore of her; We always look for strong-willed whores.’’

And there is your fear. You fear Aemond will bore himself with you soon and pass you down. You expect Aemond to chuckle. But instead you feel him push you to stand up and hear him stand up and hear flesh connect with flesh and a sharp grunt. ‘’That's quite enough familiarity. I'm your prince, do not forget yourself.’’ The soldier has a handprint on his face and you understand that the prince must have disciplined him.

‘’I am sorry, I thought the girl was spoils.’’ You never suspected he would go as far as to hit one of his own men for you. Over an insult too.

You understand that Aemond did not do it for you. He did it for himself. ‘’She is. But she is my spoils. I will claw out the eyes of every man that looks at her funny, and take the tongue of every soul who dares to insult her. Do you wish to be the first?’’ He asks.

You speak up. ‘’That won't be needed, my prince. I am not insulted-’’ you have to try to save the man's life. So what if he called you a whore? He does not need to die for his own foolishness, all men would die if that was the case.

Aemond does not need to move an inch in your direction or to raise his voice. All he needs to do is be and exist and look in your direction. ‘’You'll be quiet.’’ Is all the prince says.

You obey, silently wiping at your eyes with a soft nod. The prince smacks the man again, drawing blood. He seems to like that. ‘’Well? Will you be the first?’’ He asks the soldier.

The man shakes his head afraid.

‘’No, my prince.’’

Aemond grimaces a little disappointed. ‘’Good. Then let me fuck my sheep in peace.’’ You whimper wordlessly as the guard leaves. Sheeps are common export in your town, but you fear he is not talking about an actual sheep. He is talking about you.

Aemond walks back to the table where you obediently sit, quiet and shaking like a leaf. He counts the silverware. You understand that you had an opportunity and did not take it. A fork or a knife would be great to defend yourself with. And what did you do? You watched your captor abuse another man.

The silence that follows is worse than any word he could have spoken. You watch as he cuts off a piece of the strawberry cake and takes a piece himself, his fingers red with the juice that looks like blood. ‘’Little Lamb. I like that for you.’’ He speaks as he brings the strawberry cake to his lips.

Your shaking becomes worse.

He scoffs. ‘’You know why it fits?’’ He asks as if you are a stupid little girl. You know why he likes the sheep for you. Because of your home town.

‘’We are known for our sheep.’' You mutter. You don't want to talk about it. You want to go to your bedroom and forget this even happened.

There is that scoffing little laugh again. ‘’It could have been as simple as that, but it's not. A sheep is a flock member. It does not understand or want things. It only does what its shepard wants.’’ That is not true. You know the sheep too well to understand that sheeps certainly have wills and minds of their own.

You imagine he has not seen a lot of sheep. ‘’Sheep are stubborn animals. They are often underestimated.’’

He scoffs, and you understand he must have taken your words as a warning or even a threat. You did not intend for it. ‘’I found out a long time ago I am not a patient man, little Lamb. If you rebel or disobey; you will regret it deeply.’’ He warns you his voice is cold.

You are quick to apologise and to appease him. ‘’It was not meant as a threat…’’ You hope he believes you.

Aemond ignores you, simply throwing a plate on the ground causing you to flinch. ‘’I think it was. I think you are ungrateful.’’ You are not. You know that.

He sighs before approaching you, grabbing you by your neck. You are yanked in his direction with your face and you sniffle when he brushes your face, smearing tears everywhere. ‘’Perhaps, I need to be firm. You are mine now. You will likely disobey sooner or later and I must put you in your place whenever you do such a foolish thing.’’ You don't like the sound of that.

He continues to softly rub your lips with his fingers, his eye looking at you as if you are a delicious reward. ‘’Why would I wait for you to rebel or to disobey? If I punish you right now, you would not even think of it.’’

You weakly protest. You have to remain calm and obedient. You need to calm him down. ‘’I don't want punishment.’’ It is a weak soft request, a beg for mercy and a coward's path. You should not let fear rule your life but this man terrifies you.

Aemond has finished his cake.

‘’No, I imagine you don't. It would not be effective if you did.’’ He grins. ‘’I shall clear the table. You can lay with your chest on the top, I shall remove your skirts and small clothes and-’’ your mind fills with terrible images.

‘’No, gods…’’ You mutter unsure if anyone can hear you. You even eye the door to the entrance of your home, debating if you should run. Judging by his smirk and slightly narrowed eyes, he has seen that you want to flee and challenges you, no begs you to give it a try. So he may capture you, and punish you.

Aemond ignores your cries. ‘’And I will spank you. I won't fuck you yet. But you can rest assured you will be punished.’’ This is the second time he mentioned spanking and you wonder quietly if he is sane.

He pats the table, inviting you over when rubbing his hands, after he threw all the food the maids worked so hard on away or simply on the ground for the rats the find. ‘’Lay down, so we can begin. ‘’He speaks folding his hands on his back. ‘’I won't hesitate to collect you.’’ He adds when you don't move an inch.

You bend on the table, your face and chest on the cold marble. Aemond takes stand behind you, lifting the skirt of your dress, revealing your legs and your small clothes. He sinks his fingers inside of your small clothes, before pulling them down as you wordlessly gasp. You feel his hands cup and touch the cheeks of your butt.

You never had another's fingers so close to your entrance or so close to your skin.

You hear him almost groan or moan again, before squeezing your cheeks.

‘’Mhm..’’

You try to bring your stiffened body to ease. You calm yourself down and tell yourself the prince will only spank you for now. He said so himself.

Your breath becomes less chased and ragged and your nerves settle. Until you feel something soft poke the area between your cheeks, poking and mocking you. Your hips are grabbed and you are slightly tilted. He can see your lady parts Fully now.

You close your leg with a yelp.

‘’Spread them, I have not finished inspecting you.’’ He commands you with a firm slap on your front. You cry out and obey, spreading for the prince in a instant, in a impulse to avoid more pain.

‘’This wasn't part of the agreement. I would be spanked!’’ You yell in anger and frustration.

He only grins, but does discipline you for your outburst by hitting your wet folds two sharp times. You cry and moan at the same time, tears shining in your eyes.

‘’You'll get it in a moment, you can rest assured.’’ You would know better than to trust his word.

‘’A maiden's cunt.’’ He says after he takes in your wetness. His cold fingers press softly against your front before he slips a finger down between your folds, gently touching and rubbing your pearl as you are overwhelmed with too many emotions at once.

Grief. Denial. Anger. Humiliation. And finally...arousal and acceptance.

Aemond likes the soft gasps and moans that leave your throat as you are touched by him. You worry if anyone can see you this way ‘’So nervous. No need pet. I am just looking at how well you respond to touch.’’ He says, as if this is a game. He rubs a few times over your pearl, your sexual needs rising. ‘’As I suspected. You respond very well. Good girl. Just enjoy yourself. Just get your cunny wet.’’ You don't want to. You want to stop your own desires.

He grins as you cry and fight your emotions. ‘’So wet. I wonder why. It can't be the thought of having the big bad prince spank you, that has you this way can it?’’ You will kill him.

‘’Please…’’ You beg, and a lonely tear escapes. Do you beg him to continue, to let you be, to stop, to kill you or to have mercy? You don’t know. You really don’t know. And you don’t want to know.

You are spread on your father's table with a man between your legs, rubbing your cunt. This is wrong. ‘’You are so innocent and sweet, my little lamb.’’ He coos in your ear. ‘’What is with the little tears hm?’’ He mocks you now too

‘’Are you worried about the pain of the act? Or are you worried I will kill you afterwards? What troubles you so?’’ You worry for both now too.

You confess your fear to him. It is best to be honest. You know he will do what he likes anyway. Your fears wont stop him. ‘’That you will bore yourself to death with me and pass me to your men. That I'll be defiled and shared.’’

A horrible image is again formed in your brain where Aemond watches as two of his guards....

You shiver and Aemond squeezes your folds, pinching the soft delicate and wet skin. ‘’As long as you can keep my interest, that won't be happening.’’ He says as if it is that simple.

And that is what you are worried about. You open your mouth but before you can speak his finger is inserted between your legs, entering your pure untouched body. You never met someone as daring and bold as him, fucking you on his mere fingers without even taking you out for dinner first.

You have instincts that become awakened. The urge to roll your hips to his fingers and the urge to hold his hands so you may fuck in peace. Yet you force yourself to remain silent and still. You will not make this easy.

Eventually the fucking stops, leaving you high and needy. The finger is drenched in white transparent substance almost like sweat or perhaps something that looks like poorly made whipped cream.

Aemond forces his dirty finger against your lips. You do not open or respond. ‘’Taste it. Suck my finger off.’’ He commands you, in his rough aroused voice. ‘’Taste your own wetness.’’ He adds, shoving the fingers against your lips and letting your lips taste your own juices.

You push his hands away in a hurtful and confused moment. You feel like he asked too much of you. ‘’No. That is gross. I've entertained you enough.’’ You declare.

Sometimes in history books, maesters write when heroes knew they had dug their own graves. This was your moment. You knew it.

Aemond drops the finger, insulted and slightly tilts his head, studying for a cold good minute before speaking. ‘’No? You have not? Have you forgotten who of us rules this town? It's not you, which is why your cunt is within my grasp.’’ He tries to touch your cunt, but you have had enough of him. You act on anger and rage.

You strike the prince across his face. It is not very impressive or a strong smack but Aemond might understand his attention is not wanted.

But one look at the prince and you know that you have only made things worse. Much worse.

He undoes his leather belt, rolling it up casually when you gulp. You watch as he approaches you, belt in hand and ready to use it. You have heard stories. Never read them, as pain terrifies you.

Aemond chuckles. ‘’O, you will regret that dearly, little pet.’’ He smacks your face down on the table, causing you to cry out. You crawl away over the table, your dress causing trouble, but don't get very far.

He drags you back by your ankle, your legs and finally your hips and forces your dress further off your body, properly stripping you of whatever dignity you had left. You hear him chuckle and that's when you feel immense pain on your lower back, your ass, and upper back respectively. You wail and whine and complain and cry but none of it matters.

The prince uses you as his whipping toy until there is blood on his belt and he is panting.

He rolls you on your back, and spreads your legs. ‘’Watch. Follow the belt.’’ He tells you, his voice a little hoarse. You nod obediently and nearly cry when the belt is placed on your wet sensitive maiden cunt.

‘’My prince, please no-’’

It is too late when you see his grin grow twice the size and the belt cracks down on your skin, causing pleasure and pain to mix inside of you as you roll your head in your neck and just scream for the gods to hear.

Aemond hisses slowly before he briefly turns his back to you. You catch your breath before the finger is pushed in your face again. ‘’Suck, now.’’ He tells you.

This time you open your mouth and take his finger in your own hands, guiding it inside your mouth. Your lips smack when the finger enters and you obediently suck his nails clean for him, removing your own juice and taste of his soft and yet dangerous fingers.

You have never done anything like this before. But you come to the conclusion you quite like it. It is relaxing. You have a task, a clear task and are kept busy too. You like it because for a moment you forget your troubles and misery.

‘’Such a shame I needed to make you bleed to get you to listen to me. I don't like seeing my pet bleed.....’’ You don't know if that's true. You don't want to know.

You suck a little harder, as he exhales deeply. ‘’You have good soft lips, little Lamb. Your muscles need training, but I see potential. I would not have taken you as my pet if I did not see what a beautiful obedient little pet you can become for me.’’ You feel shivers run down your spine yet ignore it.

‘’Take the finger out if you wish to speak.’’ He challenges you with a grin. You rather not. You have spoken and he punished you. ‘’No? You're such a little craven. You rather suck my finger and remain quiet hm? It's safer for you that way.’’ He grins, moving his finger up and down in your mouth. Your lips suck and smack at his commands and his movements, your eyes never leaving his own.

‘’My dragon, Vhagar, loves maidens.’’ Aemond grins leaning in to sniffle your neck and to smell your fear. That is when you speak up to beg for your life.

‘’Please my prince…’’ Your voice shakes the moment you speak becoming a soft emotional squeak.

‘’Do you apologise, little lamb?’’ Aemond asks, ignoring your cries and your heartbroken voice.

You nod. ‘’Yes, I am sorry.’’ It takes great effort to lie to him. You are a woman of the truth. You would never lie if it wasn't needed.

He nods approvingly but there is a warning glare in his good eye.

‘’The next time you raise a hand to me, you will lose your hand. Is that understood?’’ You nod again, terrified.

‘’Yes.’’ You know he prefers verbal answers.

He clicks his tongue. ‘’Your wetness is all over the table, naughty thing. I think you'll actually enjoy me fucking you tonight. You sure seem ready for a good, through, and proper fucking.’’ You are not ready. Not at all. So why does this idea excites you? Perhaps you are just in need for company, more than you thought you were.

And he knows this. Of course he does. ‘’Though, You are of age, unmarried and alone. So that does makes sense, to long a husband, to long feeling bred.'' You have trouble picturing it. You remain silent instead of making a witty reply. To that he laughs. ‘’Yes, I bet my little lamb will scream all sorts of delicious little cries when I make her come all over my cock. You seem like the type that enjoys it rough.’’ You have been with no lover. You know better than he what you like, however.

There are moments when you are reading and are overcome with desires and needs. You touch yourself to get rid of the feelings. So you know how your own desires work. You know so perfectly. ‘’I-i prefer it gently.’’ You admit, softly.

The prince does not like that answer. ‘’You're a maiden. You don't know what you prefer.’’ He speaks as if you are foolish and chuckles in a condescending manner. You have trouble keeping your face neutral so he won't smack you again.

It leaves your mouth before you can stop the words. ‘’Yes I do. I touch…’’ You stop yourself, as blood raises to your cheeks and you become quiet.

Aemond grins in approval, liking where this conversation is heading. ‘’Go on. It's rude to not finish your sentence.’’ He says. You would rather be rude than be thought of as an easy harlot.

You refuse to let him have power over you. ‘’I touch myself.’’ You obediently say. Aemond's last remaining eye takes in your naked body, as if picturing where your hands would be when you are doing this to yourself.

‘’Show me. Show me how you do that.’’ He says, commanding you. as if you are his dog. You obey and look around briefly for spectators or witnesses. Aemond sits down in the chair and plants you on the table, so he can see you properly.

You sit down and start touching and rubbing your breasts. ‘’You are a slow one, hm?’’ Aemond comments after he has watched you for 2 minutes. It is difficult to raise arousal when he is watching. You are worried you will ruin it.

‘’Your breasts have had enough. I think another part of your body wants pleasure.’’ He means your cunt. You hesitate. ‘’Are you perhaps scared?’’ He grins scoffing and leaves a kiss on your hair.

‘’No need for that. I'll see it tonight anyway. I already took a peek. You have nothing to be ashamed of.’’ He says. You bring your fingers to your entrance and start touching yourself when the prince watches you.

‘’Such an eager little thing.’’ Aemond comments as your fingers go a little faster and harder, as you become aroused. He watches with his brow raised. You never were this wet so quickly. ‘’Are you this way for every man that cages you and your family and kills half your town or am I the only one?’’ He wonders, ruining your pleasure with the hard difficult truth.

You try to restart but it is difficult with the thought of your brother now haunting you. His head is literally on the floor behind the table where you are sitting.

‘’So amateurish. Poor girl. I will have you praying for the gods when I fuck you.’’ You know you do it wrong but you don't care. You do it as you like it.

And finally you give up.

A smack shows what the prince thinks of that. ‘’I didn't tell you to stop, did I?’’ He asks his gaze aimed at the triangle between your legs.

‘’No my prince.’’ You mutter, rubbing the spot on your thigh where he hit you. He grins.

‘’Continue.’’

You pick up where you left off and touch yourself again in front of him. ‘’I rather just avoid my officers and officials, drag you off by your hair and tie you to the bed until your belly is swollen with my seed and all you taste is my cum. I want your nails to drag over my back and I want your voice to be hoarse from all the screaming you did.’’ Your fingers go smoother and quicker. ‘’Perhaps I'll buy you a whore. Perhaps I'll make you fuck her when I watch. Or, make her fuck you, that's seems to be the likely scenario.’’ You picture yourself with a beautiful woman laying under her as she takes you roughly with Aemond watching.

You cry a little louder, your pleasure building rapidly as you fuck your own fingers.

He sees your changing body and knows. ‘’You can stop.’’ He cheerfully says. You are confused and glare, rubbing one final time.

‘’I said: 'stop'.’’ He groans, hitting you as a warning. You whimper, still aroused. ‘’You fucking whore.’’ He adds, grinning wildly. ‘’You disgusting little whore. You have no loyalty at all, hm?’’

You break into tears at his cruel words. You sob helplessly. ‘’I did what you wanted from me.’’

‘’What I want from you is more than your little fingers gently rubbing your cunt. I want to fuck you bloody.’’ He declares, his voice raspy. ‘’You know what soon will be in your body?’’ You shake your head afraid.

Aemond grabs you from the table, forces you to stand and to meet his front with your behind. You feel it poke you so clearly now. His erected cock, through his pants. ‘’My cock, as I fucking impale you on it and fuck you senseless.’’ He smacks your ass.

‘’You are too gentle when you touch yourself. You need it firm and clear or your bastard peasant mind will wander off.’’ You understand he must really hate you. And the fact that he wants you? He hates that even more.

a/n thank you for reading!

I shall be back when ...the stars allow it.

And my inspiration.

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Hi I really like your work and I'd like to request nsfw of Homicidal Liu with a traumatized plus size fem reader, like where the reader loves to eat but when ever someone makes a comment about her weight she starts spiraling. I hope this isn't too much, I hope you have a great day or night, thank you sm

-Bunny Anon

Homicidal Liu x plus size fem.reader! NSWF (and a bit of SWF!)

➥ Hi and thank you!! Im always happy to write for Liu!! Also sending you lots of love and a great day/night!! Take care of yourself, you sweetie!

Hope you don't mind that I wrote some fluffy headcanons too! >:3

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For small and silly SFW things :

☆ If you wouldn't feel comfortable with eating out? Liu is your guy, eating at home is way more peacful and comfortable! I believe he would love cooking dates! You two together in kitchen, with aprons and nice music in background? Sounds amazing, doesn't it? There is something domestic in stuff like that, that he would really enjoy - Liu craves for sense of normalcy. Also! Picnic dates! Like come on, isnt that precious?

PS.I believe he would be sucker for sweet, homemade things likes cakes or cookies!

☆ Not afraid to get bloody if someone will be a meanie! I mean, he is literally a serial killer!! People can suck and he wants to protect you, so he is not afraid to stand up if you would hear not nice comments. And about spiraling - he will be always by your side to support you with loving touches and words! If you would like that, Liu would try to find you healthier ways to cope. And I promise he is patient, so he can seat and reassure you all day and night long.

Now for NSWF:

☆ Hear me out : mirror love making! If you are feeling really insecure, he would love to put you in front of mirror and show you love..small kissess all over your body, sweet words..making sex..? He finds you beautiful from every little angle and he would to show you his feelings towards you AND how pretty you are! When you are standing naked before mirror, he will list all things he loves about you..your round cheeks that lifts up when you smile! or your soft tummy that he could hug forever! or your hot thighs..please put them around his head!

He would also trace your stretch marks and give gentle smooches on your soft curves (he finds it absolutely hot, i mean he finds everything about you hot!)

☆ If you get too shy or too embarassed, not wanting to look him in the eyes..He would pull your hair or grab your chin, just to make you look him into his eyes when he fucks you silly on his cock! In the mean time, his hands would hold tightly your hips (or other parts of body, whatever is the closer)..good luck with bruises later!

☆ Would love to spank you, just the sight of your ass shaking with every spank.. Listen, you laying on bed/on his lap/or just on hands and knees with your ass up! He would love to use his hand just to touch your plushy skin or watch his hand leaving mark! And if not his hand? Then a belt, whip? Anything you are comfortable with! Liu would also like to touch your genitalia eg. rubbing your clit or fingering you while spanking! His touches are teasing but firm..

☆ Liu is a soft dom!! He would shower you in kissess and compliements!!! Just him, whispering soft things into your ear..„You are doing so good sweetheart..”, „Mhmm..so pretty for me..come on..give me this sweet sounds..”, „Thats right..watch how deep I am baby..”..He would also love to praise you and worship you..! You are like a Goddess to him..he would kiss the ground you are walking on, man..he would spend hours just on his knees!

☆ He would eat you out like he has been starving for days..he loves the taste of you and he loves if you squeeze him with your adorable thighs! Would also leave a lot of bites and hickeys! But you can't blame him, you are such a good girl for him!

☆ If you would feel comfortable..then he would love to do some sexy homemade photo shoot..doesn't matter if only in some cute lingerine, that fits your curves perfectly or naked! He would make you look so amazing..or!! Liu could draw you (I believe he already do that without your knowledge - nothing lewd but you know)..please please be his model! You are the prettiest girl walking on earth..!

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delightfulcollectivetyphoon · 6 months

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Predator/prey pt 3!

warnings: smut, bondage, this man is massive and you can't convince me otherwise, edging, hair pulling, consensual stalking, spanking, makeshift gag, praise, grinding if you squint, forest at night, fingering, i think that's it.

do i belong in horny jail? yes, yes i do

is he one of the h o t t e s t men there is? yes, yes he is.

sooooo can you blame me? no, no you cannot.

Part 4 (im sorry i just have a limited amount of time and i want you guys to get what you can thats why theres so many parts to this fic) will be out shortly!!! <333 p in v WILL be in the next part :) knifeplay too for all you kinky bastards (its me im kinky bastards you guys too)

Shit shit shit shit shit shit

You started to panic before remembering that there was no way he let something happen to you out here outside of his control. The thought of his protection made you feel secure, almost like you could feel his warmth surrounding you. It was an odd feeling, being protected by the very thing that threatened you the most. You carried that feeling off the porch and past the carport, until you were looking the woods dead on. The trees swayed in the breeze, and you could hear critters wandering through the bushes. It felt....peaceful. You found an opening in the trees and began your walk. You could feel eyes on you. You were trying to keep your composure, lest the animals sense your fear. You let the symphony of the forest guide you until you felt you could walk no farther. You had lost track of time, and you didn't know which way to go. The trail you were following had ebbed away, so you were now walking on fresh, lush forest floor. The crunch and smoosh of the leaves and moss cushioned you; the ground almost felt spongy. The wind whistled through the greenery, and the moon cast an eerie glow on the ground. The shadows from the tree branches almost looked like cracks in the Earth. It went silent, so silent that you could hear your heat beat.

All of a sudden, a wolf began its song, a melody joined by several others. The sound made your skin prickle, your hair stand up. You got a chill from your goosebumps and hugged yourself to keep warm. You had almost forgotten why you were out here, when a snapping noise came from the brush. You froze, your heart barely daring to beat. A drop of sweat ran down your temple, despite the cold. Was it James? Was it an animal? The line had blurred on the porch, and you were sure that they were one and the same. You took off running through the thicket, not turning back. You tripped over vines, roots, probably some animals, but you always caught yourself. You feared what was behind you, whether it was James or a wolf, and you didn't want to find out. You ran for God knows how long; you could run no more. Your surroundings were blurring together as you surveilled your area. You could see little eyes peeking out from the shrubbery all around.

"Didja miss me?"

You spun around, hoping to find the source of the voice. There was no one there. Your breathing became heavier, you were sure someone had said it. You didn't want to think that you imagined it, you wanted James to be here, you wanted him to protect you from the cold and the eyes and the wolves.

Two hands grabbed your hips, and you were flung around so your front was pressed into a tree. The hands kept their grip as you struggled against them.

"What did I say about getting asked questions? Where's my answer?"

Your mouth went dry, you could think of no words to say.

"You can answer me, or I'll tear the answer outta you myself. So, I'll ask again, did you miss me?" His right hand came down on your ass, you flinched as he watched the skin ripple.

"I missed you!"

"That's my good girl." You moaned at his praise, your ass still sore from the porch spankings. You could feel him harden as you arched your back, pushing your ass onto his erection.

"So, you're just forgetting all the rules, huh? I'll make you remember."

He flipped you around so you were face to face.

Holy. Shit.

He had a manic glint in his eyes, his teeth were bared. You could see his jaw muscle clench and unclench. His top and jeans were lightly torn at the sides, and the lower halves of his jeans were mud streaked, as if he had gone on a day-long trek through the forest. His hair, nearly glowing silver in the moonlight, looked as if he had just mussed it up, no longer slicked straight back, but instead hanging by his ears, sticking straight up in some places. You gasped as he gathered your hands in one fist and held them over your head, against the rough bark. He went straight for your neck, raking his teeth over it, sucking it, licking the bruises, and repeating the process over and over again. It seemed like almost every other new spot on your neck, he set his teeth just a little bit further into your skin, drawing a loud moan deep from within your throat. He pressed harder into you, and you could feel his hard length against your lower stomach, pulsing, nearly leaking through the denim. You wanted to grind against him to get any amount of friction, but you knew what would happen if you did. Once he was satisfied with your neck, he drew his hand away from your cheek and tugged the collar of your shirt so aggressively it tore at the seams. He used what was the front of your shirt to gag you, crumbling it into a ball and stuffing it just behind your teeth. You could taste the sweat from your panic-induced sprint; it made your mouth water even more. He trailed his hand back down to your chest which was covered with a black lace bra with seams of red.

"Such a pretty little thing to ruin," he whispered.

You moaned at his remark, your pleasure muffled by the spit-soaked fabric. You knew he was talking about you and not the lingerie. He traced the seams along the top of the garment. When he got to the side, he traced his finger up the strap and onto your shoulder. His finger continued towards your cheek, wiping away the single tear that had fallen during your capture.

He leaned forward into your hair, taking a fistful and inhaling your scent. Sweat, him, and the forest air intermingled in your tresses. He moved away from your hair, now to your ear. He licked the shell before nibbling roughly on the lobe. You whimpered as he dug his teeth into the pillowy skin. He moved on to your face, finally. His features had softened a fair amount; he had you subdued, there was no need to hunt anymore.

You couldn't handle it anymore. Your heart was about to shatter your ribcage, and your thighs were soaked with your arousal. You tilted your hips upwards to get some friction against his jeans, and you got it. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his hand rocketed towards your cheek. The impact stung worse than when you were spanked; he was really pissed off. He immediately pinched your cheeks together in his hand as he glared into your eyes.

"What the fuck did I say by the car? Did I not make it clear to you that you are under my command? Did I not make it clear that you will be punished?"

You whined around the fabric as he let go of your face and forced you down to your knees. He undid his belt and took your hands in his. Your head hung as he bound them, your breath wavering and your lungs heavy.

"Hey."

You came out of your daze as he squatted down to your level and gently lifted your chin with his pointer and middle finger.

"If it's too much, I want you to set your knee on my boot. Can you do that for me?"

You nodded as he examined your features. He could tell that you were sure to let him know immediately if you were pushed too far.

"That's my good girl," he muttered as he stood.

"Now, you only get to use your mouth if you behave with your hands. Do I make myself clear?"

You nodded yet again.

He began to unbutton his jeans before you reached your hands towards his and took them in yours. He understood as he set his hands back by his sides, lifting one to stroke your hair encouragingly. You dragged your fingers over the outline, looking up to gauge his reaction. He tilted his head back slightly as he bared his teeth. You took that as a good sign before moving on to the zipper. He sighed as you nearly tore the tab off the track, relieving him of the insane pressure. You felt a string of spit hit your thigh as you stared at him.

Jesus Fucking Christ. Was this dude like a science experiment or something? How horny were the scientists?

The fabric was nearly see-through due to the sheer stretch. You could see a line of precum running down his leg. You couldn't wait any longer, so you grabbed the hem with one hand as you purposefully dragged the fabric all the way down to his upper thigh. He inhaled through bared teeth as you wrapped one hand around him, the other hung there, still deciding what to do. You stroked him slowly at first, but when you became comfortable, you used your other hand to knead his sack, again, slowly, just to watch him squirm. He grasped your hair by the very root, causing you to moan loudly, despite your gag. He let out a tiny whimper at the sound of your pleasure. It felt like only a few minutes before he tilted your head back, and slowly removed the gag. He watched as a connecting string of spit slowly sank onto your thigh, and he dropped the soaked shirt onto the forest floor.

"You ready to use your mouth, pretty girl?"

"Yes"

"What will you do if it's too much?"

"Set a knee on your boot," you said, grinning slightly.

"Good girl"

He watched as you ran your tongue over your bottom lip, he almost pitied you. Almost. He slowly guided your head to his throbbing length. The head somehow looked even more swollen; the underside veins pulsed angrily. You slowly took him into your mouth, you almost feared breaking your damn jaw. Before you were even halfway down his cock, you choked, causing you to pull back. His hand kept you there.

"Breathe through your nose, baby. I know, I know," he said as you shook your head.

"I know you can do it. I know because you were fuckin' made for me."

He continued to stroke your hair, encouraging you to keep going. He gathered your tresses to the back of our head, holding them there, making it easier to focus. Your throat burned around him, the stretch almost too much. Your nose finally met his silvery bush. He gasped as you swallowed around him, making room for his girth. You slowly pulled away, the back of your throat lonely now. When you got to the end, you licked all the way from the base to the tip, earning you what sounded almost like a whimper. Your clit only pulsed harder as you continued your process. In all honesty, he was just so beautiful when he was about to cum. His chest rose and sunk in a beautiful rhythm, sweat gathered in his hair and almost dripped from his nose despite the temperature. He had become so desperate to cum in your mouth that every once in a while, he would grind against your face when you got to the very base. When you had finally reached what seemed like his climax, you pulled away, just in time.

"Fuuckk, what the hell was that for?"

You just shrugged and stated, "You just look so good when you're on the edge. I wanted to enjoy it a little more."

He smirked and stroked the side of your cheek. "I bet you look even better."

You stood, leaning forward to kiss him. He moaned, tasting his precum on your tongue. His hands roamed from your hips to your ribcage and back again, digging his fingertips farther than the rest of his hand. He finally broke the kiss and kept his hands on the gentle curve of your waist.

"You've been such a good girl for me, and now I'm wondering if you deserve a little more than being fucked against a tree, in the cold. We're going back to the house, but first..." He trailed off as he walked around you, stopping at your back. He slipped his hands around to your front, squeezing your breasts through the bra. You sighed as his fingertips grazed over the delicate skin, and he pulled you towards him. His cock dug into your thigh, and he groaned as you collided against him. His left hand abandoned your chest and snaked its way down your abdomen, stopping only at the waistband of your skirt.

"You ok with this?"

"Fuck yes."

He chuckled lightly and continued past the waistband, bunching the fabric between his forearm and your stomach. His hand skated lightly over your labia, and he dug his middle finger the tiniest bit into the folds, causing you to gasp as you felt him ghost over your clit. You reached both arms around his head and he moved in for another kiss. Your tongue collided with his, making you moan. He slowly dipped his whole finger under your folds, rubbing your clit gently. You jolted as you felt the first contact, breaking the kiss. You whimpered as he slowly increased his speed. You were shaky both from the cold and the stimulation, so he wrapped his arm around your ribcage, which to be perfectly honest, was the only thing keeping you upright. You gripped his thigh with all your might, trying desperately not to cum so early. You threw your head back as he grazed over your hole, giving him the opportunity to kiss and bruise what hadn't already been. He teased you by dipping his finger in, just a little deeper every time. When you could feel him enter you, you would try to grind against his hand, and he would go back to your clit. You knew he was playing a game with you, and he was good at it. You decided to remain as still as possible so that he would continue. The next time he teased your entrance, you began to squeeze your legs shut, but thought better of it and forced them apart, prompting him to insert himself farther.

"Fuck," he whispered against your ear. "My girl's so fuckin' tight."

You whimpered at the comment. You could feel his cock press into your thigh even more. You could feel it pulsing and begging for release, dripping more precum down your leg. As you squirmed in his clutch, you rubbed against him, making him let out the prettiest noises into your ear. Once he could go no deeper, he began thrusting, slowly at first, as to not hurt you too bad. He groaned in your ear as your arousal gathered on his hand, knowing it would soon be his cock drenched in your fluids. He picked up the pace before adding another finger. Your hole burned at the second intrusion. The only penetration you've had was your fingers, much smaller than his, less calloused. His rough fingerpads scratched against the spongy walls, especially the one on top, which he found immediately and began paying special attention to. Soon, you had his bicep in an iron grip and his lips locked with yours. You were thrashing in his arms, pained from the overwhelming sensations. You were so close, so close when his palm stroked your clit, and you lost it. You screamed into him, your legs squeezing so hard you were concerned you might break his hand. He carried you through your orgasm, softly rubbing your clit. Once the euphoria had passed, he brought his hand up to your mouth and you took his fingers, closing your lips over them, running your tongue over the joints, licking his fingers clean. He watched you, his eyes never leaving your mouth. When you were done, you nudged your tongue against his fingertips and he pulled away. He tucked himself back in his pants, and slung you over his shoulder, much to your surprise. You gasped as your stomach hit his shoulder, but laughed when he began his journey back to the house. You beat your fists on his back in false aggression, but stopped when he began to speak.

"You keep actin' like that, I might just leave you here," he joked. You could tell he was smiling by his voice. He craned his neck to reach your thigh. When he did, he laid a soft kiss against the pillowy skin, earning him a gasp and a chuckle from you. Before you knew it, you were on his back porch, standing beside him as he unlocked the door. It creaked open, revealing the lights of the kitchen.

"Won't everyone else hear us?" you asked nervously.

"Ah no, they're all gettin' shitfaced at some bar probably."

You grinned at his remark and let him lead you to his room.

#james hetfield #metallica #papa het #GOD I WANNA FUCK THAT OLD MAN #IF OLD WHY SEXY #TILL MY JAW LOCKS AND MY THROATS SORE #he can do whatever he wants to me ONG

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