#kiss and they start screaming and trying to take all of our toys away when they dont actually have a monopoly on any of these toys. we shar

[lovelyrotter]

can we all remember to just say 'oh no thank you, i dont like that kind of food' but apply that logic and rules to shipping and letting other people ship again

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

Omg please please please could you write dom ethan and reader where ethan uses his belt to tie up the reader and restrict her hands, and he just keeps teasing her and overstimulating her with just the filthiest dirty talk

Hiiii, I hope you like this. :) Thank you for your request💕

Acting Like That - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Part 2

Summary: You teased Ethan when you were out with your friends, so he takes you home and really teases you.

Contains: Dom!Ethan, Use of sex toys, Oral - f receiving, fingering, overstimulation, edging, hints of switch!ethan at the end.

A/N: Whenever I see this gif, I just think about my dumb ass watching scream vi for the first time and thinking he was so babygirl and there was no way he could've been Ghostface. My ability to ignore red flags is fucking ASTOUNDING lmao.

After a day out with your friends, Ethan was silent as he drove you back to the apartment you shared. You might’ve teased him a little at lunch when you subtly rubbed over his cock that was hardening in his jeans, or when you sent him a couple nudes you’d taken the night before when he was talking to Chad, the poor boy nearly dropping his phone when he saw them on his screen.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” you asked, as he focused on the road ahead of him.

He scoffed at your question, “I don’t know…maybe it’s because you were acting like a slut today.”

Your heart started to race, knowing from his condescending tone that he was going to pound you into the mattress as soon as he got you home.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, feigning innocence as he rolled his eyes.

“When we get home, you need to go to our room, take off your clothes, and be on the bed by the time I get in there,” he said, wetness pooling between your thighs at his words.

“And what if I don’t?” you questioned, trying to make him a little angrier.

“I guess you’re not getting fucked then,” he snapped, getting irritated with you and the slow-moving traffic in front of him. “It’s a fucking green light!”

You laughed a little at his frustration, as his dark eyes looked over to yours.

“I bet you won’t be laughing when I don’t let you cum.” Your smile dropped as he turned his attention back to the road, him having the upper hand in the situation making him smirk, “That’s what I thought.”

As soon as you made it back home, you grabbed your keys from your purse before you ran upstairs. Ethan took his time as he walked, thinking about what he wanted to do to you. You’d been pressing his buttons all day, so he wasn’t going to give in and fuck you as quickly as he usually does.

When you got inside, you did as Ethan said, stripping your clothes and laying on the bed. You soon heard the front door shut, the anticipation building as he walked into the room.

“Oh, you can listen,” he said, looking at you sprawled out on the bed in front of him. He could see your wetness glistening under the sunlight pouring in, as your hand reached down to rub circles on your aching clit. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”

“No,” you said, moving your hand away.

“I think you need to be punished for the way you were acting today,” he said, as he took his shirt off. “What if Chad would’ve seen those nudes?”

“I’m sorry, baby,” you said, as he took his belt off.

“No, you’re not.”

He walked over to you, crawling up beside you on the bed. His belt was still in his hand as you started to get curious about what his plan was. He leaned down to kiss you sweetly at first, before it got more aggressive. Your hands started to tangle in his hair when he pulled away from you. You whined, not wanting the kiss to stop.

“You’re about to be doing a lot of that,” he smirked, as he placed both of your hands above your head.

He wrapped his belt around both of your wrists before securing them to one of the bars on his bedframe.

“You don’t want me to touch you?” you asked sadly, as his eyes met yours.

“Not right now. I’ll let you use your hands soon,” he said, as he crawled back off the bed.

Your thighs started to rub together, desperate for some friction where you needed it as he walked over to the nightstand on your side of the bed.

“Hey, don’t think I won’t find a way for you to not move your legs.”

You stopped, whining at the lost feeling as you watched him open the top drawer that had all the toys you liked to use in your alone time, and occasionally with him. He pulled out the wand vibrator and got on top of the bed with you.

“Before I do anything, if this gets to be too much, say ‘Red’. We’ll stop, okay?” he asked as you nodded.

He pressed down on the button to turn the vibrator on, running his hand over it to make sure it was the intensity he wanted to start out with.

“You shouldn’t have acted that way today, baby,” he said, pressing the wand to one of your nipples. The feeling made you gasp, as he trailed it to the other side of your chest. “You were so bad today. Why?”

“Because you said we didn’t have time to have sex this morning,” you said, your breathing getting heavier as he started to run the vibrations down your stomach.

“It’s not my fault you overslept,” he said, ghosting the toy over your pussy and running it down your thigh. “I don’t think that’s a good enough reason for you to make me hard around our friends.”

He started to move the wand up your other thigh, completely skipping over where you needed him and ran it back up your stomach again.

“Please,” you begged, as he shook his head. “Do you think you deserve to feel good after you tried to piss me off in the car?”

“I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean it,” you said, as he circled your nipples again. “Please make me cum.”

“I’ll think about it,” he said, pulling the wand away from your nipple and placing it against your clit.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, your fingers gripping at his belt around your wrists. “That feels so good.”

After a few minutes, he increased the intensity, watching your mouth fall open as your eyes started to close. He pressed it harder against you, the moans flooding out of your mouth going to his cock that was straining in his jeans.

You were getting close, Ethan could tell. He moved the toy in a circular motion against you as your legs started to shake. He quickly pulled it away, shaking his head as you whined at the loss of contact.

“I didn’t say you could cum.”

“Please, I need it,” you begged, as he slid two fingers into you. He moved them excruciatingly slowly as his eyes connected with your desperate ones. “Ethannn,” you whined, as he slid his fingers out and brought them to his mouth.

“Fuck, you taste so good, baby,” he said, licking his fingers. He placed the wand back to your bundle of nerves and cut the vibrations down to the lowest setting, “This is fun. I could do this to you all day.”

Your eyes went wide at his words, the expression on his face letting you know that he was serious. He slid his fingers back into you, quickly moving them against the spongy spot inside of you. You let out a low groan, your hips starting to jerk against him as he brought you closer to the edge.

“Please let me cum,” you whimpered, as he pressed even harder. “Yes, fuck.”

The second your walls started to flutter around his fingers, he pulled them out and the wand away from your clit. Your sad eyes connected with his as he cut the toy off and sat it on the bed beside you.

“Why?” you whined, as he rolled his eyes.

“I still didn’t say you could cum.”

He laid down on the bed in between your legs and started to kiss your thighs, loving all the desperate sounds that fell past your lips. He knew he was going to give in soon and give you what you wanted, but he wanted to play with you a little longer.

His mouth finally made it to your pussy, his tongue skillfully moving in and out of your entrance as your hands started to pull even harder at the belt. The overstimulation he was making you feel from the ruined orgasms had your pussy aching, your poor clit swollen as he trailed his tongue up to it. Your eyes started to water the second he sucked it into his mouth, your whimpers turning into cries.

Your chest was heaving, and you were so close again, until he pulled his mouth away.

“Ethan, please. I’m sorry I kept teasing you. I’m sorry I was being a brat in the car. Please let me cum.” The tears were starting to slip past your lower lash line out of frustration, as his face softened.

“You can cum this time, okay?” he said, before he started to lap at your clit. He slid his fingers back inside of you, not moving them too fast. He started to draw patterns against your clit with his tongue, his fingers moving a little faster.

“Fuck,” you whined, your body started to shake as the feeling of euphoria got closer and closer. “Please don’t stop.”

You almost expected him to, even though he said he’d let you cum this time. You were scared he’d snatch the feeling away from you like he already had done three times before. The second your pussy started to clench around him, his eyes connected with yours.

“That’s it baby, cum for me,” he said, latching his mouth back onto your clit as your hips kept bucking against him.

“Fuck…fuck!” your mind went blank aside from the pleasure you were feeling. His fingers and mouth didn’t let up, until your hips started to pull away from him.

The dazed look on your face made him smile as he sat up, leaning over to free your hands. He noticed your wrists were red from all the pulling against his belt.

“Aw, babe,” he said, pulling both of your hands towards him. He kissed along your wrists as your breathing started to return to normal. “Was that too much?”

“No, but I can’t believe you did that to me over some nudes and me touching your cock,” you smirked, lazily sitting up. “Just think if I tortured you as much as you just tortured me.” He nervously laughed at the idea as your eyes stayed serious. “What if I tied you to the bed, and got you so close, and just stopped. Over and over again,” you said, pushing him back on the bed as you moved to straddle him. He curiously looked at you, your bottom lip in between your teeth as you stared him down. “Give me the belt.”

[sigmaswaist]

Bsd Smut headcannons!

characters: Atsushi, Sigma, Dazai, Chuuya, Poe

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Atsushi:

Atsushi is 100% a crybaby/whiny sub, i can’t explain it but yeah- he’s so hellbent on being good for you, he wants nothing more that to be your good boy, he apologises when he accidentally bucks his hips into you, but you just feel so good around him, he can’t help it, he loves being as close to you as possible at all times. and he has used your old underwear to help him get off before. you’ve also caught him humping your pillow before. He loves being close to you, And he doesn’t mind sub/dom, he is the definition of a switch. if you put him in a collar you have him wrapped around your finger, he loves being yours

“Ah!- Sorry! i- I didn’t mean to! you just- ah!- feel so good! and i-“ atsushi couldn’t even form a sentence when you were on him, little half formed moans interrupting every now and then. you grabbed one of his hands and leaned down to give him a hickey, “I’m close, please can i?” Atsushi panted out, his face a pretty pink, dried tears on his cheeks, his hair was a mess. you nodded and started bouncing again, it wasn’t long before he spilled over the edge, Letting out a downright pornographic moan and crying, his claw like nails digging into your hand and thigh. he babbled out little thank you’s and tried so hard to keep his hips down, it was enough to spill you over.

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Sigma:

This man is so loud and you cannot tell me otherwise, like you try to bring him out with a vibrator in his ass and he cannot open his mouth without whining, When you tell him he can be loud he looses his voice the next day. he’s a bottom leaning switch, and he loves being praised.

sigma whined and whimpered quietly as he sat, you and the DOA had gone to lunch and you made your partner sit there with a vibrator in his ass. the low buzzing practically silent, Sigma looked helplessly at you, lightly pink cheeks and glassy eyes.

“Pardon me Dostoevsky-san, Me and Sigma will be taking our leave.” you excused yourselves as sigma practically shot up and followed you like a puppy. when you two walked away you turned up the setting of the toy, Making sigma whine louder. You got to your car and pushed him to lay on his back.

“Now now, let me hear those noises now yes?” Sigma opened his mouth, moaning loudly as you put pressure on his groin, throwing his head back as you ‘attended’ to him.

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Dazai:

this man keens for praise, but he’s a brat. if you get him fucked out and dumb he practically worships you, he’s a bratty sub, but will dom if you ask him to, he just turns dumb when you give steady compliments and praise to him

“Just like that Osamu…” you tilted his head up, his eyes clouded and teary, slipping two fingers into his mouth he eagerly ran this tongue along your knuckles, slightly bobbing on them. you pushed your fingers to his gag reflex and he instinctively moaned around them.

“So pretty sucking all over my fingers~ hm Osa?~” Dazai practically melted around your fingers, pathetic whines rooming in his throat.

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Chūya:

Chūya is 180% accustomed to your preferences, you want to top? go for it, he’ll be as bratty or submissive as you want, you be fucked dumb? he won’t hold back, you want slow and romantic? he’s telling you how much he loves you while his cock is buried in you. he’s so very vocal, the slightest pressure has him screaming your name, but if you let him he’ll take out his aggression on you, hard and rough is his favourite way after a long day, he’s also the aftercare king

Chūya pulled out and kissed your forehead as you finished your orgasm, returning with a damp towel and water, quickly cleaning you up and making sure you drank water before carrying you to the bath and getting in with you.

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Poe;

worlds biggest crybaby sub, too much pleasure? sobbing, too little? whining and crying, he doesn’t care how, but he needs you, he has a novel where you two won’t be disturbed so you can take as long as you want. he’ll let you keep a toy in or on him while you go to work so he’s writhing around waiting for you to come home, he’s a sucker for toys, he loves wands and rings specifically

Poe ground down on the toy in his ass, its vibrations an idle noise, you should be coming home soon and he couldn’t stop crying at the pleasure he felt, the ring around him stopping him from orgasming. he heard the click of the door and practically ran to you

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[littlebumblebeesstuff]

Can you do a jasper hale x little reader nd do have him punish them for throwing a tantrum

Fussy Baby

Hiya! I changed it a little bit, but I hope you enjoy 💙

Notes: fluff, Angst, sickness (fever), bratty reader, timeout.

It started off with a stuffy nose, that turned into a runny nose, and then back to a stuffy nose.

Then your body started to feel owie. Like when you press on a nearly healed bruise.

You didn't want to play, you didn't want to eat. You didn't want to do anything.

Jasper was very aware that sometimes his little doll just woke you up in a funny mood, but that as long as he kept an eye on you you would be ok.

He let you do what you wanted today, which was to lie on the play mat and watch cartoons on the iPad while your daddy sat in the rocking chair reading a book

You managed to pick away at a snack plate that Jasper brought you, some apple slices, some crackers, strawberries, little sandwich bites etc.

So when it turned 1pm, Jasper was ready to put you down for your nap- nothing out of the usual.

"Hey, baby." You did melt a little when he kissed the top of your head. "Come, it's time for your nap."

He was about to go and close the curtains, stopping dead in his tracks when he heard you say something he's not used to from you at all.

"No."

His head slowly turned to face the back of your head. "Excuse me?"

He was looking at you sternly and you knew it wasn't the best idea to repeat yourself, an apology was a much better option, but you were feeling frustrated and you didn't want a nap.

"Wanna try that again?" he asked raising an eyebrow at you.

Your silence is more incriminating than it should be, showing your reluctance to apologise or do as your told.

You're suddenly hoisted up by your waist and set in his hip. A whine slips from you when you realise where he is going... naughty corner.

He sat you down on the large pillow in the corner of the room, facing the wall. You pout, you didn't really know what you expected by telling him no but you really didn't want to sit here now.

"5 minutes darlin', then we can have a chat about our feelings"

Jasper soothed with a soft pat on your head. He already knew that you were feeling frustrated, but that wasn't the point. The point was for you to understand how you were feeling but also understand that you can't be rude to your daddy.

You huff and stare at the floor, listening as Jasper steps out of the play room to go and set up the bedroom for your nap.

In a very rebellious move, you shuffle over and pick up one of your toys and take it back to the naughty corner. You just wanted comfort from this icky feeling. You felt like your nose was all clogged up and you were cold despite your fluffy oodie.

Of course Jasper heard you move and sighed, rubbing his temples and walked back in.

"Darlin'.... what are the rules?" Jasper calmly walked over to you, kneeling beside you as he gently takes the toy.

"....no toys in timeout...". If it was anyone other than Jasper, they never would have heard what you said, but he nodded.

"Yes. No toys in timeout. For that, I am going to add on another 3 minutes-"

That just burst your bubble.

You let out a scream, kicking your little feet as hot, stinging tears drip down your cheeks.

All your frustrations and your ickyness was just too much for your little body to deal with.

You were instantly picked up and rocked in Jaspers arms, his cool hand rubbing over your back. His coldness was actually really soothing and you press into him as much as you can.

The next thing you know, you are in his bathroom, still in his arms, as he tries to coax you into letting him take your temperature.

You can hear the soft murmur of Carlisle talking to Jasper as you continue to fuss and cry. Soon the thermometer under your tongue beeps and shows that you have a light fever.

"Easy darlin', daddy is gonna help you feel better"

Jasper places a kiss to your temple, measuring out a dose of medicine to give you to help with your discomfort and fever.

Everything seems like a blur as you continue to cry, fussing when Jasper patiently changes you into clean pyjamas and carries you through to his bedroom rather than your adjoining little room.

By now you are starting to exhaust yourself, your sobs turning to sniffles and your fever making your head and body ache.

"Here we go, have some water baby, make you feel a little better."

Jasper holds you close as he holds your sippy cup to your lips. The cold water helped you feel a bit better, but what really makes you feel better is just being in your daddy's arms, his cool skin soothing your low fever.

You soon end up falling asleep in his arms, snuggled up under the blankets.

Jasper should have known that something was up, you were usually such a well behaved little darlin'.

When you woke up you would get all the snuggles you need and you wouldn't leave the bed for as long as possible.

[prettytoxicrevolver]

8. Scenario with a plot for Quinn?

8. I read our kid a book about the things snowmen do at night and now we’re taking a walk at two in the morning to show them the actual snowmen don’t do anything

“Mom!!” you hear a whispered scream in your ear. Your head lolls, trying desperately to get away from the noise but a tug on your arm brings you right back towards the noise.

“Mom!!” you hear, louder this time to the point it wakes you up with a start. You look around nervously, finally coming face to face with your twin boys.

“What's wrong?” you ask, your voice cracking from lack of use. You’re fully awake now, pulling both young boys onto the bed and searching their faces and bodies for any sign of physical harm.

“We can’t sleep,” Hudson says and Oliver pouts and nods in agreement.

“Dad told us a scary story,” Oliver continues and you can’t help the small sigh that releases from your lips.

“Quinn,” you say, turning and shaking your husband until his soft brown eyes flutter open to look at you.

“What story did you tell the boys?” you ask and his face flushes in guilt.

“Dad said that when everyone falls asleep, the snowmen wake up and move around at night,” Hudson rushes the story, tears forming in his big blue eyes.

“And they steal toys from bad kids and take away all the snow!” Oliver adds and it takes all of your willpower not to giggle at your twins.

Instead, you turn towards your husband and Quinn is smiling sheepishly up at you. He sits up, gathering Oliver up in his arms and moving out of bed.

“Where are you going?”

Minutes later, you, Quinn, and your twins are walking down the deserted Vancouver streets. Hudson clutches your hand while Oliver clings to Quinn. The boys are staring down any snowmen they see, carefully watching and wondering if they’ll move or not.

“See?” Quinn says. “They aren’t moving. It was just a story I promise.”

“Mom?” Oliver asks, looking at you for confirmation.

“Promise my love,” you respond and the twins look at each other before nodding.

At this point, the four of you head home and unbundle yourselves from the mass of clothes you put on to brave the cold Canadian weather. You carry the boys upstairs and in a last second decision, follow Quinn as he carries Oliver into your shared bedroom.

You both place the boys down in the middle of your king sized bed and when you step back you can’t help the smile on your face at the sight of them.

“No more bedtime stories, yeah?” you ask Quinn and he smiles, wrapping you up in his arms and pulling you in for a deep kiss.

“Promise,” he reassures and you grin, climbing back into bed with your boys.

[twirlywhirlywriting]

What Would I Do Without You?

I finally did it!!! This was definitely a challenge for me as a writer. I am mostly used to female submissives so this was a huge change! I hope you all like it, I worked really hard on it! Here you go, my loves, submissive John Murphy!

Title: What Would I Do Without You?

TAGS/WARNINGS: 18+ Minors DNI, Smut, Sub!Murphy x Dom!/Reader, Reader’s POV, Fem Reader, Use of Y/N, Cussing, Soft Dom, Mistress Kink, Obedience, Reassurance, Strip Tease, Kissing, Praise, Fingering, Oral (f receiving), P in V (unprotected), Orgasms, Soft Edging (literally one time), Handjob, Slight Mess, Aftercare, Mentions of Love

The first thing that I need to point out before telling you anything, is that John Murphy is mine. He is the love of my life, he is my best friend, he is my baby. He’s my submissive, my fuck toy, my good boy, just mine. I know that when you look at us, we seem like any other “power couple” who are really just giant assholes who don’t care about anyone else but each other. But really, he’s just trying to give the people what they want, and well, I can’t help myself from being protective of him and his feelings. 

The only reason he is being so forceful in making everyone take off those stupid wristbands is because no one wants the fuckers who put us down here to follow us. We don’t deserve to be prisoners. We are lucky none of us are 18, otherwise we’d all be dead anyways. But they put us on this dropship without our permission. They are the ones who didn’t know if they were killing us or not. And now we have the entire Earth to ourselves. The last thing that any of us want is for those stupid assholes to follow us down and take control again, or worse, call us criminals again. We deserve this whole goddamn Earth to ourselves, we were the ones who were going to die for it if it turned out to be uninhabitable anyway. 

Most people understand this and are happy to take off the damn wristband-tracker-whatever the fuck they are. If everyone on the Ark thinks we died, they won’t follow us and we will finally be free. But Clarke and her stupid boy toy followers are making things way harder than they need to be. They’re being dicks to John, my John. I can’t stand it. 

“Stop it, Murphy! Everyone, you have to stop taking those off, the Ark has to know we’re alive!” Clarke screams at John over the fire. Maybe he is being a little bit intense, not letting anyone get dinner until they allow him to remove the wristband. But it’s for their own good! How can that bitch not see that? 

“No one wants the Ark to know we’re alive, Clarke. We want to be free. We deserve to be free.” He retorts, then turns to everyone, “Do you want to be the Ark's prisoners again? For doing nothing? For saving their asses and getting nothing in return?” He yells, and everyone around boos at Clarke; she and Wells look like they’re about to pop their top. 

She grabs a piece of meat anyways and starts eating, then glares at him. “No rules, right? Screw you, Murphy.” His eyes look like he’s ready to kill her, but I know that look. When he looks murderous, he’s really just sad, or scared, or something. Maybe angry too, maybe a bit murderous, but mostly sad. And that makes me fume. 

I hand my food to John and stand up. Yanking the food back from Clarke, I step right up to her and get in her face. “You know you can’t do that shit. Chaos is good, but you’re just being fucking stupid. He’s helping people, whether you realize it or not. You, Wells, and Finn can all just go on your merry fucking way and find your own food. We’ll get your wristbands later.” She looks like she’s about to throw a punch, but Finn stops her and pulls her away. I’m still fuming, who does she think she is? Finn is right, she is a fucking princess. Wells and Clarke think they get to decide all the rules just because his Daddy and her Mommy are in charge up there. Well, they’re fucking wrong. 

As I sit back down, John gives me back my food. We are both still so pissed off at the whole situation, and not just because of right now. Clarke and those stupid boys are always getting in John’s way. They truly think they can lead us! While I sit here thinking about how fucked up it is, John grabs my hand and brings it up to his lips, planting the softest kiss. I know he’s trying to calm me down, even though he’s just as mad as I am. He’s so fucking sweet. He could be ready to kill someone and when he looks at me or touches me, it is always so soft and loving. He treats me like a queen no matter how he feels. 

I smile at him and when I catch his eyes, I can tell he needs a break. He is trying so hard to keep his cool in front of everyone, but I can tell the frustration of the day and that encounter is getting to him. I quickly shove the last bite of food into my mouth and lead him to our tent with his hand in mine. I’m going to take all of his thoughts and make them melt away, I know just what to do.

The second we get inside, he asks, “Am I doing something wrong?” and I shake my head and smile at him, staring into his gorgeous blue eyes. You may think he likes to take charge with the way he acts around other people, but you’d have it all wrong. He needs the release of not having to make choices. To listen to someone else for a change, have someone else be responsible for him when no one is watching.

“No baby boy, nothing wrong at all. You’re perfect.” I kiss him on the lips, then kiss both of his cheeks, and when I look into his eyes again, I can’t take it. He’s just so hot, standing there and waiting to react to my every move. I kiss him again, harder this time, moving my hands up under his shirt a little to glide my hands along his stomach and chest. He grabs me by my waist and kisses me back deeply, stifling a small moan. I know he wants me. I grin and look up to him, putting my hand on his cheek softly. “What does my good boy want, hm?” 

He bites his lip and looks into my eyes, knowing just the right words to say. “I want to make you feel good, Mistress. I just want to feel you all over me. I want to feel you on my hands, my lips, my tongue, I want to please you with every part of me.” It’s hard for me to keep my composure when he says such yummy words.

“And you can have me. But not yet. Sit on the bed, for now you only get to watch.” He immediately obeys, sitting on the bed with his eyes glued to me. I slowly take off my shirt, much slower than normal, feeling his eyes look over every inch of my stomach, my ribs, my tits, my collarbone and neck, and finally my face again. With my pants, it’s the same thing. I turn around this time though, giving him a full view as I bend over and let him watch every part of my ass and legs become exposed. I peel my underwear off too, giving him just a quick peek of my pussy before standing up and turning around again. 

Instead of letting him touch me like he asked for, I smirk at him, trailing my hands up my stomach and start squeezing my tits, then trailing my fingertips around my nipples until they get hard. I love watching him practically drool, watching his pants get tight, his hands grabbing onto the sheets to stop himself from leaping up and grabbing me.  

I move a hand down my stomach, across my hips, parting my legs just enough to let my hand slip between them. I keep one hand squeezing my tit and sometimes pinching my nipple, letting the other hand glide along my slit, then I start to slowly rub my clit. I lean my head back and moan, wondering just how much this is killing him and enticing him to watch. After maybe a minute or so, I pull my hand back up, stare straight into his eyes, and lick the wetness off of my fingers. His face flushes, and I ask him, “What is it? Do you want a taste too?” 

He stumbles over his words as though he couldn’t get them out fast enough, “Yes, Mistress, please let me taste you.” It makes me feel so warm inside when he says these things. Of course, I’ll give him what he wants. I walk towards him, put a foot up onto the bed to give him a better view, and slide a single finger inside of myself. When I pull it out, it’s glistening. It’s fucking teasing me to do this too, but I love seeing how much he wants me. 

“Open.” I demand as I put my finger up to his lips, and he does so immediately. I slide my finger in his mouth, and he is happy to suck my finger clean. “Good boy, you are so patient. You get to touch me now.” I lay down onto the bed, “Whatever you want to do to start with, baby, you earned it.” 

He climbs on top of me, kissing my neck oh so gently, it almost tickles. He works his way down to my chest, and as he does so, his kisses become more erratic and have more pressure. He gets to my tits, and uses his tongue to circle my nipple, using a hand to follow suit on my other nipple. I close my eyes to fully enjoy the sensations, combing my fingers through his hair as he does this.

After a little bit of this, I feel my wetness and the tingle of desire a bit too intensely. “Okay, I need you on my pussy, right now.” The end of my sentence is almost a growl, I didn’t realize how fucking wet I was until it hit me like a brick wall and I couldn’t wait a single second longer. 

“Yes Mistress, of course.” He scoots back on the bed, wetting two of his fingers using my own juices, sliding one in and pumping a few times before adding the second. He starts kissing my clit, just warming me up as he continues to slowly pump his fingers in and out, just barely curling his fingers up at the last second of every thrust, only a whisper of a touch to my g-spot. Even with how soft he’s being, my breathing quickens. He’s not one to need too much direction on exactly how to please a woman. He doesn’t start off too fast, and he definitely knows where all the good spots are. Whether he’s naturally gifted, or if he’s practiced, I’ve never cared to ask. He’s all fucking mine and that’s the only thing that matters to me. 

“You’re doing so good, baby, you’re such a good boy for me, that’s just right.” I coo at him, making sure every second that he knows just how good he’s making me feel. 

His kisses on my clit slowly turn into kisses with tongue, and that turns into pressing his tongue into me with the tiniest of suction of his lips, letting go with a tiny pop every time. As his kisses change into this, his fingers start working faster, and the second he feels my g-spot swell, he starts fully curving them into that wonderful “come here” motion as he pumps them in and out of me. His tongue gets faster as well, consistent stimulation with suction every few seconds, it’s perfect. I grip the sheets with one hand and his hair in another, unable to control how loud or often I’m moaning. I can barely talk anymore, but I mumble out a “Good boy, just like that!” 

It only takes a couple of minutes before my orgasm comes to the brink, my legs shaking and the world around me practically spinning as I hit my peak. When it calms down, I grip his hair tighter and pull him up to me in a sloppy kiss, both of us breathing heavily. “Am I making you feel good, Mistress? That was good?” He asks me, and my heart melts. He is probably the only guy in the world to make a girl cum that hard and not be full of himself about it. He wants reassurance that he’s doing things just how I like them. Fuck, I love him. He is going to be mine forever, I swear to God. 

“Yes, you are doing so good, baby boy. I’m going to keep you mine forever. Understand?” I look into his eyes so that he knows that isn’t just pillow talk, that he really is mine. Forever. 

He nods with more enthusiasm than I’ve ever seen, and responds with the same seriousness in his voice that I had in mine. “Yes Mistress, I’m all yours, forever. You own me.” 

I give him one more kiss before switching our positions so that I’m on top of him now. “I need you to be inside me now.” I say as I slowly ease myself onto him, groaning as I feel the fullness inside of me. “It’s my turn to watch as you feel good, baby.” I say soothingly, before adding sternly, “now don’t you dare look away. I want to look into your eyes the whole time I’m making you feel good.”

He bites his lip and nods, almost immediately moaning as I start riding him, slowly at first, moving my hips up and down, then back and forth, then a mixture of them all, in a circle. I love watching the sweat slowly build in his hair, watching the muscles on his chest and abs clench as I make him feel so good. I place my hand on his chest to give me better leverage to go faster, faster, and stop right as I see he is starting to get closer to his orgasm. 

Disappointment flickers in his eyes, but only for a moment, he knows I’m never going to fully deny him. He’s too beautiful and perfect to truly be mean. I lean down to give him a kiss, before whispering into his ear. “Now, you’re going to make me cum again. I’m going to stay still, and you are going to fuck me like this, exactly how I tell you to.” 

“Yes Mistress, I want to make you cum on me. Please tell me what you want.” He begs and I groan quietly, he’s too fucking good. 

I straighten back up and tell him to start off slow, which he does. He keeps his hands on my waist to help him gain leverage, and I trail my fingers along his chest and tell him constantly how good he’s doing, how much he’s pleasing me. I tell him to go faster, then to slow down, then to go deeper and harder, then faster, then slow again. He follows along with my words perfectly. I like to work myself up to the edge, not too fast, I want to enjoy every moment of this. But when I notice he is getting a little tired, I tell him to speed up and fuck me as hard as he can. 

My nails dig into his chest as I cum, my head falling back as I moan and my legs squeeze against his sides, making it harder for him to continue fucking me but he pushes through. When I look back down at him I smile at his flushed face, “Stop, baby. You can stop. You are such a perfect fuck toy. Now it’s finally your turn.” 

I start riding him again, keeping up with the quick pace and making sure I’m going all the way down, pushing all of him inside me with every hip thrust. I love watching him pant and whimper as he gets close to the edge. “Mistress, please, I-I-I’m close!” he says with urgency, and I get off of him and immediately jerk him off, keeping the pace as I watch him cum all over himself, biting my lip as I watch.

“Look at what a mess you’ve made, baby.” I tease, making him blush a little bit but he knows I’m not mad. I just love watching him make a mess everywhere, especially on himself. I quickly grab a rag and clean him up, first wiping the sweat off his brow and then cleaning up his chest. 

I lay down next to him, propping myself up on my elbow. I kiss him all over his face, a million times practically, whispering in a soothing voice “You are such a good boy,” and “You did such a wonderful job,” and “It’s all over now baby, I love you so much.” and “I’ll be right here to care for you, always.” in between the kisses being peppered all over his face. He snuggles into me, and I am happy to hold him, regulating my own breathing in order to help him regulate his. 

I stroke his hair, humming softly in a soothing lullaby I forgot the words to a long time ago, every once in a while kissing the top of his head. After a while, he looks up at me and asks, “Did you really mean it, that I’m yours forever? Because.. I want to be. I always want to be yours, Y/N. Always.”

I smile back at him, my heart melting all over again. “Whatever would I do without you, John? I love you.” 

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[annabelinlove]

“How long has it been since you’ve slept?”

I turn my face from the fire and look at the person who just sat next to me. Sirius Black looks at me with tired eyes, cigarette that’s waiting to be lit in his hand. I blink a few times to focus before answering.

“What are you talking about?” I ask, trying to sound awake, but judging from his face, I know I’m not doing a good job.

“You know what I’m talking about, pet. I am with you the whole day, if not me then Prongs or Moony, right until we’re tired and go to our room. When I can’t sleep, or wake up feeling restless, I come here to have a smoke and guess what. You’re here. Every single time. Reading, or writing or just staring at nothing like you were doing just now. We talk and then I go back to my dorm to go back to sleep, but I never see you leave. And every morning before class, you’re already here, prepared and everything. So tell me, darling. When was the last time you’ve slept?”

I stare at him with open mouth. I never knew he noticed these things, or actually thought about them. He’s looking at me with concern written all over his beautiful face. His frown forms wrinkles between his eyebrows and I wanna kiss them away. But you’re best friends, you can’t screams the voice in my head and I’m glad that my brain is working even without sleep. I want to open my mouth and answer him, but I have no idea what to say, so I just stare at him.

“C’mon, you know you can tell me anything. I’m your best friend, we’re supposed to tell each other when something is bothering us, so the other one can help. That’s what we’re here for.” he urges, desperation in his voice. His eyes are boring into mine, like he’s trying to read my mind, but I can’t help him do that.

“So that’s all I’m good for? Am I just a problem solver for you?” I tease him, trying to avert his attention from the topic. One side of his mouth twists, and I’m glad it amused him at least a little bit.

“You’re so much more than that to me, love.” Sirius promises, his features softening. He grabs my hand and his warmth seeps into me. “You are everything to me, so please, please tell me what’s bothering you. Why don’t you ever sleep?”

“Nothing, I’m just not tired.” I say nonchalantly, hoping that I sound convincing. He lifts one of his eyebrows and gives me an unimpressed look.

“Yeah, right. The circle under your eyes are so dark, I’d think you were a raccoon if I didn’t know any better, pet.” he jokes, but his eyes don’t hold any amusement, just pure concern. I sigh and look at our joined hands, my fingers toying with his rings. I open my mouth to say something but he interrupts me.

“I swear, if you’re gonna ask me why I’m wearing my rings now, I’m gonna strangle you.” he threatens, and I smile for the first time tonight, because it warms my heart that he knew I was gonna ask that. He knows me too well, it’s scary sometimes.

“I don’t wanna sleep.” I murmur, hoping he can’t hear me, but from the way he squeezes my hand, I know he did.

“Why don’t you wanna sleep, darling?” he asks gently. I shrug my shoulders, but he’s patiently waiting for my answer.

“Because I think a lot. And my mind goes to places I dont want it to go. I think about everything, the school, the future, us. And once I start, I can’t stop, until I fall asleep. But when I do, the nightmares begin. They’re horrible Siri.” my voice breaks and I try to take a deep breath, but fail. “I’m always alone in the dark, but I can feel I’m not alone, you know? Like the feeling you get when someone is watching you. And then, out of nowhere, someone just appears right in front of me. It’s either you, Jamie, Remmy, Marls or just anyone I like, but..B-but they’re dead, they’re always dead and staring at me with huge, lifeless eyes. And I try to move, to help them or run away, just to do something, but I can’t. It’s like I’m frozen in place. And then I hear voices, yelling at me that it’s my fault they’re dead or asking me to help or just telling me how worthless I am. And I can never wake up. No matter how much I try, to just wake up, I can’t. I keep telling myself that it’s not real, you are all okay and its just my imagination, but the longer it lasts, the realer it is and I can’t wake up and it’s terrible and it’s killing me and I don’t wanna sleep ever again because..” Sirius hugs me close to his body shushing me softly, stopping my rumbling. I didn’t even realize I was crying until I can feel the wet patch I formed on Sirius’ shoulder. I hiccup loudly, trying to keep my breathing calm, but failing once again.

“Shh, it’s okay love. Try to breathe. I’m here darling, don’t worry. I’m here with you and I’m not going anywhere. Just beathe, my love.” He murmurs into my ear, rocking us lightly. One of his hand if tightly wrapped around my back, drawing small circles, while the other one is in my head, protectively holding my head to his shoulder. I listen to his soft words, breathing in his cologne and trying to stop shaking. We stay like this for Merlin know how long, but he doesn’t stop whispering sweet nothings and rocking us lightly even after my breathing is regular and I’m no longer shaking. He squeezes me one last time, before slowly pulling away, yet his hands never leave my body. I’m basically sitting in his lap, but neither of us seem to mind.

“I’m so sorry, darling, I had no idea. I’m so fucking sorry..” he apologizes, but I interrupt him before he can say more.

“It’s not your fault, Siri. You couldn’t have known, because I never told you. I didn’t want you to worry.” I try to reassure him, hating that desperate look on his face, but he just shakes his head, and places his hands on my cheeks, his cold rings soothing my hot skin.

“I should have asked sooner, I knew something was wrong, but I decided to let it be and that’s on me, but I promise I’m never gonna do it again. I’m so sorry I’ve let you suffer alone for so long, my love. It’s never gonna happen again, I promise. You’re never leaving my side again. You’ll sleep in our dorm from now on. Company could help you, and you’re gonna try some of Remus’ tea, he hides under his bed and even if that’s not gonna work, we’ll go to Madam Pomfreys. You’re not in this alone okay? You have me and you always will, I’m not going anywhere and I won’t stop, until you get the rest you need and deserve okay?” he promises and I believe him. The look in his eyes is determined and I know that when he sets his mind on something, he doesn’t stop, until he achieves whatever it is he wants. I smile at him and nod, not being able to say anything. But Sirius doesn’t mind, he closes the distance between us, and gently kisses my forehead, the kiss lingering longer than usual and butterflies inside me are awakened. He leans back with me still in his arms and lays comfortably on the sofa. I set my head on his chest, and close my eyes listening to his heartbeat.

“You’re gonna get through this, I promise. I love so fucking much, more that you know, my love.” These are the last words I hear before drifting into sleep for the fist time in what feels like millennia.

And who knows, maybe one day I’ll share my secret about how I feel about him. And something about the way he holds me right now and his words tell me, that he will be glad I share another secret with him.

[justanamesstuff]

hiii

I'm afraid that I lost you request time but it's no rush so...

I was thinking about dad!matty telling stories like the way he invented the man who married a robot but more childish (obviously lol) and maybe he makes the children part of the story 🥺

A/N: this warms my heart so much! Thanks for sending it, I'm sorry for the delay. Hope you like it!!

"Okay, sleep time!" Y/n announced to the three children lying on the couch downstairs.

"No!" Amelia and Arthur protested first, Ruth tried to join them as best as she could.

"Come on." she urged them, standing right to the living's room door.

"I'm not tired yet." Amelia folded her arms, still on the sofa. Her frown almost made her gave up.

"Mommy." Arthur crushed between her legs, looking up with his best puppy eyes.

She was losing, and they were noticing. "Bed, now." Y/n tried again.

"No!" A new choir of protests came from the kids' mouths.

"What's happenin' here?" Matty walked in.

"Bedtime."

"Oh..." his mouth formed an 'O' shape, Y/n rolled her eyes.

"No!"

"Bummer. I was thinking about telling you guys a story." that picked their attention. "A shame, really..." Matty winked his eyes to Y/n before turning around, exciting the room.

"Daddy!" Amelia was the first one to ran after him.

Arthur followed her big sister, meanwhile Ruth whinnied for Y/n to pick her.

*****

"Ready?" Matty asked.

Y/n laid down on Amelia's bed. Amelia took the space between her feet, because her siblings cuddled both of their mother's side. The little crowd was waiting for daddy to star with his story.

"Ready!" Y/n shouted back.

Suddenly, a cute rabbit Amelia had since she was months olds showed up, as well as half of Matty's arm. The kids laughed when their dad started telling the story.

"This one is Mat- Marty." he cleared his throat, changing his voice to make it lower. Y/n laughed at his antics. "Marty is a handsome and incredibly talented...rabbit. Our hero is in love with this beautiful lady...sorry, not a lady. A princess!"

Ruth clapped when her favourite fluffy friend showed up beside 'Marty'.

"Hello, princess." Matty continued. "Hi, Marty." the kids giggled, looking at the characters move around. "What a beautiful night, don't you think?" the rapid change of voice had Y/n trying not to hysterically laugh, ruining the entire play.

"Yes, this is a beautiful night."

"Not as gorgeous as you, my princess."

"Oh, Marty!"

"Would you like to take a walk with me?"

Matty moved the princess as if she was thinking about the proposal. He pushed the rabbit at the princess on one hand, when a new toy --it had a missing an eye and an arm-- showed up beside them.

"She's too good for you, mate." Matty came up with a third voice for the new guy. "Come with me, beautiful."

"No!" the kids shouted.

"Quiet!!" Matty faced the toy towards his children, gaining another round of protests. "What do you say, princess?"

The singer's voice dropping a few octaves again, "I don't know...what should I do guys?" the stuffed animal 'looking' at the kids.

"What do you say? Mel?"

"Go with Marty!" she exclaimed, the narrator behind the door kept quiet trying to contain his laugh.

"Yeah, Marty!"

Y/n went to ask Ruth, but she was asleep already. She kissed her forehead.

"What do you say, mother of these amazing children?" Matty asked Y/n.

Her husband was sometimes an idiot, even though she loved him.

"Mmm, I'm not sure."

Matty poked his head inside the room, staring at Y/n.

"Mommy, chose Marty!" Arthur urged her.

"Fine. I chose Marty, princess!"

"Don't be so sure." Matty mumbled loud enough for her to hear and chuckled.

Matty returned to his rabbit character, "Go away, Paul-o."

"No! The princess is mine!" the frontman pushed the toys all together as a fight. "Guys, help!!" Matty screamed.

Arthur and Amelia ran towards their dad, trying to tear them apart. Matty let them take the princess and the rabbit. They went to secure them closer to Y/n. Before they noticed, Matty threw the evil character to the hallway. He witnessed with pleasure how the kids celebrate and Y/n laughed with his silly action.

"We win, mom!" Amelia exclaimed.

"I know! Well done, babies!"

"Daddy." Arthur called him.

"Did you like it?" he asked them, taking Ruth from the bed so the excited siblings didn't crush her.

"Yes!"

"Okay, now bed!"

"Can we do this again tomorrow?" Amelia asked.

He couldn't say no to his babies, "Of course."

*****

"So, Paul-o?" Y/n inquired Matty when he came finally to bed.

Matty bursted into laughter, guiding Y/n's face closer to his face, kissing her sweetly.

[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

Fire and blood (The fanfic) Chapter 19: Queen of the hive. Dark! Aemond and Dark! Aegon x oc

Concept: Once you were tasked with teaching Aegon high valyrian, now you are their bedmate and they do anything in their power to keep it that way. You are also lord beesbury's daughter.

Warnings: Dark! Aemond and Dark! Aegon, mentions of sex toys, candle play, wax play, pain play, mc getting burned by wax, pleasure play, pain play, dob-con, non-con, dom-sub themes especially with the one-eyed criminal, them being assholes, fingering, pussy torture, spankings of senstive areas, p in v stuff, p in a stuff, ball licking-Just a lot of smutty stuff and shit. I hope everyone likes the candle scene, its the reason why my browser history is now fucked up.

Aemond opens a small drawer in the dresser that is in your room. He takes out several items, for example, a candle, chains, a collar, and a wooden big stick.

A wooden toy. Aegon takes it, smirking at your frowns and worry that is plastered on your face. "This is a fun toy. It goes up inside you and I'll fuck you with it." You assumed it would. It looks like just a cock but only more sturdy and painful.

But it is Aemond that makes you terrified. The toy seems familair and yet exciting. You can't wait to try it. But Aemond is not holding a toy. He holds a candle and is lighting it, being careful to not burn his fingers. "What are you doing with the candle? Are you afraid of the dark?" You jest lighthearted but it falls flat.

Aegon and Aemond share a glance before Aegon grabs your shoulders, holding you down for his brother. Aemond approaches with the candle, the flame licks the edges dangerously. "Why am I am being held?" You demand an anwser but only silence follows.

"There is one thing you must understand about us Targaryens. We enjoy fire." Aegon kisses your throat again when Aemond shows you the harmless small flame that radiats with warmth and heath. You nod, but you feel yourself snuggle up to Aegon's arms for protection. You are confused.

Aemond leans in and brings his own fingers to the candle, watching as the wax swirls around in the glass candle holder. "And you will enjoy it as well." He announces, before slightly tilting the candle so he can pour the wax on your skin.

You scream, before he has even poured a drop on you. "No, no I'm scared!" You let out a little whimper and tear up.

Aegon kisses your tears away, rubbing your back when holding you still for his brother. "It'll sting a bit. You'll like this. I promise, little bee. Be brave for us." He mutters in your ear.

You scream. "I don't want to be burned!"

Aemond pours the hot wax on your naked legs, making a pattern of symbols on your tighs. The wax drips down between your legs, but it does not reach your entrance. "Ow..." the pouring hurts. The wax is too hot for you and you are aware that this will leave a mark. It bites your skin. Your core is slowly teased. You enjoy it.

The prince leans in with his silver haired head and blows a gush of air over your recently poured area. You hiss as the wax starts to clot on your skin. There is a brief silence between the three of you. Aemond simply lights the candle once the flame dies and pours over your legs. This time, he brings the candle to the space between your legs.

They need to hold you down. Two men are needed to make sure you do not run. With a spoon, Aemond scoops up a bit of hot wax before placing it on your already sensitive and aching pussy. He uses the back of the spoon to rub it out over your skin when you scream and twist in Aegon's arms. "It hurts!"

"Is that why you are so wet? You are such a shameful lady. What would your father say if he saw you like this? You enjoy our company, but you love our torture." You tear up. Your father would be ashamed. They named him traitor and killed him after all. That dog of a King's guard did.

The wax bites your skin, yet you enjoy the pain. It makes your cunt ache for more. Aemond forces you to lay down, before climbing on top of you. You spread your legs for him out of habit. Instead of fucking you like a owner takes his slave, the candle is brought to your breasts. With great precision, he pours the hot wax over your breasts, setting your skin alight in a pleasant way. You hiss and whimper and twist. You moan even.

"Our little bee loves her wax. Who could have guessed?" He mocks you. Aegon snickers in the irony of that sentence. His face softens when he sees your stained tears.

Your clench your muscles. Both men take notice of this and you bring your fingers to your entrance. Aegon slams you down on the matres, peeling off the wax by your cunt. You whimper as he sometimes hurts your skin.

You glance down at his red swollen cock. You eagerly lick off your lips.

Aegon speaks sudden and full of determination in a way you never heard before. "I wish to have my fun with her, for now."

Despite his words, Aemond glares. "I can not withhold you from her. Go ahead. She is yours if she knows what is good for her." You know that Aemond hates it whenever he is reminded that anyone holds more power than him. It is why he stripped you of any. That his brother uses his crown to bed you hurts him.

You feel sympathy for both of them. If only they would stop fighting over you. They should be a strong united front. Not divided.

Aegon puts you on your knees. Aemond hands him a familiar toy. Your collar. He puts it around your neck and hands Aegon the chains so he can push and pull you wherever he likes you to be.

You turn away from him, shoving your cunt to his front so he can fuck you as Aemond fucks you many times. In a shameful painful matter befitting a girl no longer free. "You are my subject, little Bee. You are my one and my only. You hear me?" You don't dare to agree with Aemond so close to you.

There is a light chuckle coming from Aegon. He forces his cock into your ass. You moan quietly but accept him. He makes himself at home in your behind before starting to cruelly buck his hips, taking you. Your gasps and moans betray how used you have gotten to this savagery. You need your dripping cunt to receive the same treatment.

Aegon's cock takes you cruelly when he moans in pleasure, clearly enjoying himself. You missed the feel of his size and shape inside of you. As a obedient little whore, you beg him. "M-my cunny next. Please." Aemond would make you beg more for it but Aegon is a simple minded man.

He grabs your throat and lightly chokes you before working his way down to your throat, licking it. You shudder weak in his arms. Aemond watches as you get taken from behind this time in your dropping wet eager cunt. You nearly whimper when the king shoves himself back inside with generous, big trusts. You moan.

"What is on your mind, little bee?' Aegon asks, when he is atop of you, fucking you as a man takes his lady wife. You aren't just fucked. You are kissed, touched, admired and loved.

But your body needs Aegon. It missed him dearly and your heart wants to wrap your arms around him and to never let him go again. You roll your hips to his own, begging for his cock to go deeper inside of you. "I missed you. I missed you so much. Finish me. Gods..." you beg.

Aemond smirks and Aegon smiles at your begging. He rolls his hips to reward you for your begging with a good throughly done fucking that leaves you gasping for air. The bed makes dangerous sounds and you wonder if Aegon plans to fuck you to the ground. "Now now, little bee. Do not bring the Gods into this. They can't help it that you are a little slut." He grins teasing you before forcing his length up your leg, leaving a trial of cum. You softly gulp, watching the erected cock.

You need that inside of you. It needs to fuck you. You need Aegon like you never had before. "Nhn?" You moan.

"Yes. Our little slut." Aemond agrees and you glare at him. You are insulted."Do not glare at me, I only trained you a bit. You are a perfect fit for my brother now. You can finally take him at his full length, you last longer and you are still as tight as ever, little bee.''

"You might hated the cage, but your cunny loved it. Do I need to remind you how wet you were the times I fucked you against the bars, spreading your legs with a chain to keep them spread, bending you, choking you when I taunted you with my cock?" You think back of the first few times Aemond fucked you in your cage.

He chuckles when you blush. "You came so fast, little bee. So fast. I was so angry with you about it. I wanted you to suffer. You only deserve pleasure when we allow you to." You see Aegon nod.

Aegon groans a command in your ear, breaking up your conversation with Aemond. He groans one setance but thanks to his hands rubbing your cunt you are set afire and burning with desire once more when you shudder. "Come for us."

You try your best to force yourself to come for them, but you need something else. You need help.

You know plenty about your own body by now. You will likely learn much more. You ignore them. They will hate that more than anything. And indeed.

It takes about a whole two blinks of your eye before both men are confused with you. "Brienne. Do you not wish for us to touch you?' You do. More than they will ever know.

You just need something else from them first to help you get there fast. You need what you fear. You need what you desire. "I do. I just need a little...help." You whisper it softly a bit ashamed.

You need punishment. "In what way, my sweet?" Aegon asks, caressing your face in a lovely matter. He leans in close.

You need it. "I... you know." You are ashamed to even say it out loud.

Aemond smirk betrays that he knows what you want very well. "She wants punishment, brother." He speaks in High valyrian. You always found his way of speaking very attractive. Aegon's as well. Valyrian is an elegant language. One befitting the two royals.

Aegon hesitates, looking at you for your consent. You give a soft nod before grabbing his hands, kissing his knuckles. "I need my dragons." You say.

He mutters an apology in your ear after hearing your consent. He whispers that he is very sorry for what he will do with you. Your anticipation is killing you. You nod; eager. "Aemond, how do you usually punish her?" Aegon wonders.

Aemond brings a familiar wooden little ruler out of your drawer. "I have a ruler. I would spank her ass with it." He would make sure that every area of your ass would be red and burning by the times he was finished with you. He fucked you afterwards, always. Sometimes in your extra painful ass to taunt you.

You watch fascinated as Aegon takes the ruler. You obediently roll on your back for him, exposing yourself. You brace yourself and await the first smack.

The smack comes soft and almost gentle, not hurting you enough to give you pleasure. You keep your eyes on the ground. Aegon spanks you once more, unsure of this. "That is what gets you wet?"

You nod.

He sighs. "It is a little boring, isn't it?" "You know what you need, you ungrateful slut?"

He rolls you on your back, spreading your legs and brings the ruler to your wet cunt. The ruler is first rubbing you gently before he lifts it, cruelly smacking down on your sensitive wet cunt.

"A-ah!"

Aegon chuckles by the sound of your moans of pain and pleasure. He brings the ruler near your cunt again. His fingers first poke and touch your cunt, scooping up your wet spoils. He brings his fingers to his own mouth and with one movements sucks it off, tasting you. He groans.

The ruler is smacked down once more, this time harder know that Aegon knows you enjoy it. You are close. You need them. Now. "No, no please..." You beg, out of habit.

The king taunts you with a finger pushing it inside of you. You are so smoothly and wet for them, that he hisses when the finger nearly slides down, inside of you cloaked by the wetness. A cock won't be a issue for you. He knows so. They both do.

Aegon keeps up the act of being displeased and forces your mouth open to force you to taste yourself. You obediently suck off his fingers for him. Aemond watches the exchange but does nothing aside from sitting in the chair waiting his turn. "You ungrateful slut. Your king gave you a order. You will come. One way, or another." Aegon smacks you once more. You release a cry unlike your own. You buck your hips needy, tears threatening to fall.

Aegon forces your hands around his cock and you rub him obediently. Your breath is fast and you know you are near. You are preparing Aegon for the fucking that will likely shatter you. "Her mouth is protesting but her body wants this." He boasts, to his brother.

Aemond smirks deviously. "Bring the ruler closer to her skin, smack it down harder. She'll like it. Don't be afraid to give her what she craves."

Aegon takes his advise and the spankings become harsh and almost torture. You enjoy it and cry when tears run down your face of pure pain. Your body likes it too much. Aegon takes notice of your tears and gently kisses your wet cheeks, muttering that he will stop the moment you ask him to. You shake your head, pretending to be brave.

You clench your muscles. You give Aegon a needy begging look and he understands. Your hands are now both wrapped around his cock erecting him fast and steadily. You lick his balls for him, causing him to cuss.

Your hair is yanked, so are you. You are yanked and shoved onto your knees. Your knees are parted and your head is pushed down. Aegon sits behind you and forces his hands on your hips, pushing you closer. You are then fucked and owned, your wet needy cunny receiving the fucking you wanted. You moan soft and breakable when Aegon forces himself all the way in. He is thick and tall you must admit that it can be intimidating to have him and Aemond inside of you. Valyrian men are not from this world, is what Aemond told you.

Your moans become intense as Aegon stretching you out, slowly rolling his hips, teasing you with soft and slow fucks. "Harder, Aegon. Let me have it." You whisper, in high valyrian.

He just chuckles and repeats what he did. Just teasing. You whimper softly. "My-My king. Please. This is torture. I need you."

Aegon only chuckles. You are shoved with your face in a pillow to silence your screams and you are dragged to his front, leaving a trial of wetness on the sheets. You eagerly cry confused and full of curtisory. The cock slams deep now, fully filling you. You let out a roar of approval as he starts to take you deep and fast. His grip on your hips is steady and experienced. He won't let you go. You don't want him to.

Your obediently roll your hips to his front, causing him pleasure as well as adding to your own. The two of you moan and gasp when the cock dives into your freshly coated pussy again, making it all the way to your pleasure spot. He moves and you close your eyes.

You grunt weakly when Aegon fucks faster and faster, holding you tighter digging his nails into your skin. His cock is stiff and erected by now and you hear him pant, ready to release himself inside of you. You lower your head in servitude and humbleness before whispering. "Have me, my King. Make me yours."

Aegon releases a grunt before his cock fucks you a few dozen of fast rounds, forcing you to cry out every time by the brute force of it. Your cunt takes him so well and you wish he could live inside of you forever. You wish he would take you with him, your legs wrapped around him and just fuck him until the end of the world came.

With a powerful grunt, a hiss and a cuss the king of the seven kingdoms comes inside of you, delivering you your reward for your services in a big amount of deliciously sticky fresh cum straight from his cock. You cry out, screaming his name when coming as well, your cunny releasing more and more wetness to help Aegon during this conquest. He roars in approval and smirks when you are done screaming and only soft whimpers and moans remain. He buries himself as deep as he can and braces himself, giving it his all.

You wish to taste a bit so you suck off his cock for him once he has finished. Your lips also kiss both his balls, licking the two things to tease him.

He pats your head, adoring your loyalty. "Good girl. Gods, you learned a lot." You love his praise. You are still needy. You still need to come. You had Aegon....

That leaves Aemond. Your cunt arches for the mean son of a bitch. He smirks from across the room taking you in. You know you must compliment him first before getting what you need. "All thanks to Aemond. He taught me all I know."

Aemond is humble for a change. "A teacher is only as good as his student is. You sell yourself short, little bee. You were meant to take cocks." That last bit is insulting you. Aemond comes over to take in the damage. "Such a wet little cunny. And I see that there is the good sticky cum as well. You deserve a good reward for letting yourself get fucked like that."

"I do? I thought you didn't like rewarding me. No punishment is its own reward." You gasp when his tallest finger goes inside of you, testing how wet you still are.

He makes disapproving little grunts. "O, o, little bee..." You must be so dirty for him.

You lower your head in shame. "I am sorry, my prince."

He pushes his fingers out of you and into your face. "Clean my fingers for me."

"Yes, my Prince." You say, sucking his fingers off for him. Aegon watches fascinated.

Aemond ignores him. "Do you wish for my cock?" You do. You wish it so bad.

"Y-yes, my prince. I wish for your cock."

He is not done torturing you. "How do you wish for my cock?"

You aren't either and describe the dirtiest thing you can, hoping to arouse him so bad that he takes you here and now, fucking that wet cunt of yours bloody. "I wish it inside of me, sturdy as a ancient tree that can't be moved. I wish to be owned and taken as your slave, as your pathetic brainless bitch. I want you to take me as if we are enemies and you finally conquered me. I want you to fuck and owne me as if i was the one who took your eye."

He hisses, clearly aroused. "Yes, to all of that but the the last. You deserve no ire for that. You would never hurt me. I know you wouldn't." You are touched and surprised but he finally enters.

You moan before he has even moved a inch. "Aemond..." "My prince."

He bucks soft, teasing. "Nhn..O..." You moan pathetically.

Aemond chuckles. "I love how wet you are. You are always so soaked when you have two men. You crave for two, little bee."

You do. You agree with everything he says now. You need him. "O, o yes..."

Aemond's cock trusts a little deeper causing you to see little spots of dark on your vision as you softly pant as a dog being fucked by another dog. "Did you know that there is one female in a hive of bees? She is called the queen. She lies with the rest of all other men, granting them children. They do her biding. They let themselves get owned as little slaves." You like that idea. You being passed around as a queen, serving both Aemond and Aegon, granting them children left and right...

"Y-Yes." You say, eager for that fantasy. You'd love nothing less but the old days how this once all started.

Aemond chuckles souless. "We will never do that with you. You are our little slave. Not the other way around." The cock bucks and you are quick to agree by nodding.

He is so dark and groans. You know he will have one final request and you best behave if you want his cock. "Tell us. Say it."

You nod saying these words that damage your self respect. "I am your little slave." Aemond's cock sinks deeper, but is pushed up last second as if he accidently slipped.

"Tell my brother too."

You look at Aegon who watches the two of you fascinated. You tell him the same word as you told Aemond. 'I am your little slave."

"Good. Now, slaves? Slaves get fucked so brutally. They don't enjoy themselves when they are fucked. They hate every moment of their servitude to their masters." He describes rape. You know it in your heart. This isn't rape. You enjoy yourself. You love them. A slave never would love her master. A slave would never enjoy rape. You know it is too complicated for this to be simple slave and master things. You love them both.

"B-but I love serving. I love being fucked." You blush the moment you confessed it.

Aemond chuckles delighted by your stupidity. "I know, my little bee. You are a special kind of slave. You are a whore. A wonderful whore who me and Aegon saved from ruin." You realize he is right but you don't mind.

"You owne us everything. Your cunt, your breasts, your ass, your pathetic useless life..." The cock slides deeper and you moan.

"O, o yes I do. I do." You quickly mutter eager to get fucked. "My prince, I am...I am nearing. Please consider..."

Aemond is nearing as well. His voice is deeper and darker. "You will refer to me as your master from now on."

You cry out. "My master. I need you, I need to be owned as the pathetic whore I am. I wish to feel your cock inside of me and I want you to fill me with cum until there is nothing left."

Aemond grabs your throat, spreading your legs wrapping them around his waist. You are entered and pentered once more by a good big valyrian cock. The head pushes in, taking you, exploring your depths. You buck helplessly against Aemonds front, slowly feeling your will and power disappear.

Aemond waits until you are drained of will and only lay there helpless as a whore. Your hands are kissed before he brings his cock deeper inside of you causing you to cry. It only becomes harder and deeper and your cries become louder and harder as well.

"You belong to us. This belongs to us." He fucks you brutally and you can only cry and tear up. You enjoy yourself. You need him. You submit fully to him.

"I am yours, Aemond of house Targaryen. Do with me as you please."

He does not let you tell him twice. He dives on top of you, nailing you down from behind. Your legs are spread and cruelly bended and you are owned as a whore. You have little say in the matter and can only gasp and moan in pain and pleasure as Aemond does most of the work.

He grunts groans and finally he comes, filling you with a good fresh load of warm delicious seed. You are stuffed up as a pea and you love every moment of it. You pant happily and catch your breath.

Aemond drops himself next to you and brings his fingers to your cunt, shoving one inside of you. He is tired but he never would consider sleeping with you....

Would he?

Aegon watches with jealousy as you snuggle up to Aemonds chest, placing your head on his chest. He joins the other side of the bed and also pushes a finger inside of you.

Aemond starts to push and pull, causing you to softly gasp. Aegon does the exact same and you are caught in the crossfire of their jealously. You are fucked by their fingers, just two of them but the thought that this mere ownership and pathetic jealously that is what causes you to finish a tirth time that night. You are finally stafsfied. "Thank you both, masters. Good night."

"Goodnight, little bee." Aemond says a bit grumpy. He forces his finger back inside of you. You gasp as Aegon does the same thing once more.

"Masters, I can't sleep..." with something inside of you.

Aemond growls. "You will. You will sleep with this inside of you. You will sleep. Do you hear me?" You nod weakly.

Aemond turns on his side and is off to sleep not much later. You notice his finger has slipped out, so you obediently push one back inside of you. You pick his tallest finger.

"Goodnight, my little slut." Aegon chuckles after much consideration. You wonder if he was going to call you something else.

"Goodnight my King." You mutter before leaving a kiss on his chest. You watch him blush before he turns away very quickly, turning on his right side. You sigh with both their backs turned to you. You push the fingers a little deeper and fall asleep with their fingers gently fucking your spend little cunny.

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a/n

i never saw three people that need therapy more than they do-

I hope you enjoyed i wasnt going to eat anything before i made this so now i can eat:) (its not as bad as it sounds im not very hungry)

[kitmoas]

Only the brightest are seen in the dark

Summary: Being in nature really brings out a fun side

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader x Kate

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Semi-Public Sex, strap on use (r receiving), Spit, Magic use, Play under Alcohol influence, Anal play (does that need a warning?), degrading, names, Dommy Kate :)

*As per usual, if I missed anything important let me know*

A/N: A little treat for the trick of the demonic witch Wanda fic not coming out quite yet. Just a quick, fun little drabble of our favorite little foursome. I didnt edit this sooo any mistakes are mine lol

***MINORS DNI*** ***18+***

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Currently you are kneeling at Wanda’s feet, pouting, as you stare out the window at all the kids running around. She’s humming and dancing a bit in her spot as she stirs the pesto sauce that she is working on, completely ignoring the way you try to get her attention. The speakers are drowning out your whining, and if anything it’s just frustrating. Today was supposed to be a good day but the brunette can’t just let a few things slide. 

“You forget that I can hear your loudest thoughts without even trying, little toy.” Her magic vibrates against your skin as she tips your head back to look up at her. She just stares at you, one eyebrow lifted. 

Before the witch can continue the elevator dings and out piles Peter, Yelena, Kate, and an exhausted looking Natasha. Your girlfriend crosses the room, nodding her respect at the older woman before leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead. “When can we break the tiny one outta jail, oh Great Wiggly One?” The archer playfully bows, teasing as she gestures to your kneeling form. 

Your best friends run up, the younger spiders crowding Wanda as they smile widely. “Do not be boring angry emo, it is scary weekend!” The blonde swipes a slice of steak, gnawing on it as she walks away. She plops down at her spot at the table with her feet up on an empty chair. 

Peter nods shyly, still a bit nervous around the powerful witch. “Yes, please Ms. Wiggly. It’s Halloween, and whatever she did the punishment can wait, can't it?” Even with a touch of flush rising to his cheeks, everyone can see the young boy is finally getting comfortable with the entire group and even the dynamic. 

You can see the older brunette’s mask start cracking, a small smile twerking up the corner of her lips. She rolls her eyes, her magic flowing from her fingertips as she plates up the dinner. Following the brunette as she walks to the table, shoving Yelena’s feet off the chair before sitting, you lay your head dutifully on her thigh as you keep your focus on her face. “After you all eat, detka here can be freed from her apparent prison.” Her scarlet lips leave a stain as she takes a sip of her wine, her free hand gesturing at the rest of the table for everyone else to start eating. 

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By the time your group made it to the secluded section of woods, the festivities were in full swing. Everyone was laughing and having a good time, all the younger agents and even the young Avengers all running around. Kate, practically bouncing in her spot, as her fingers are tangled in yours. You know she’s trying to be a good dominant foundation, keep within the boundaries and rules because of your behavioral slip up earlier, so you try to not push her weakness too much. You can see Wanda and Natasha in your peripheral vision, the two giving each other a skeptical look as they observe the archer. 

The night was fun, everyone drinking and experiencing a Stark Halloween Bash. You were surprisingly allowed to drink, though Kate was taking her role very seriously and just nursing a single Apple Elixir. Already feeling a bit buzzed, your guard was completely down as you and Yelena stumbled out of the Zombie Hunt game. “I cannot believe you left me for dead! I’m your best friend!” She was screaming flamboyantly at you, a grumpy pout decorated her painted face. 

Peter and America rolled their eyes, knowing that this would be the argument. Ignoring the other two, your jaw dropped as you swirled to look at the blonde. “Excuse you! You literally shoved Peter into the horde then told America and I to go after him while you ran away!” 

Your argument is interrupted by Kate, who slips behind you and is lifting a cup to your lips before a word is even uttered. Sinking back into her taller form, she wraps her arm around you and lets a kiss ghost your temple. Muttered praise warms you from the inside, and adds to the fog settling over your brain. You barely register her sending your friends away, a smile on your face as you realize what your life is like now compared to years before. Swaying with the love of your life as you watch your best friends run around like children, screaming at the top of their lungs. “C’mon little Chew Toy, I got one more surprise for you.” 

The archer has to support your body as the last drink fills your veins with the burning alcohol, falling over your own feet and air. You're walking away from the lights and action, deeper into the dark woods and it suddenly feels chilly when you’re not under the heat lamps. Voice slurred and slow, you try to ask the brunette where you’re going but she just shushes you. Leaning you against a random tree, she traps you there as she looks down at you. 

Tipping your chin up, she pulls you in for a kiss. It’s heated almost immediately, her lips moving against yours too quickly for your muddled brain to keep up with. A pathetic whine tears through your teeth as she pulls away, and takes a few steps back. Before you can complain, two figures drop down from out of the tree above you. 

Gloved hand covering your mouth before you can scream, and it’s only when you see the crimson mist hovering in the air that you realize who it is. Wanda and Natasha are standing side by side, dressed fully in black even with masks over their faces. You look around trying to find Kate, but you realize that here in the dark you can barely see her as well. Her dark hooded costume makes her almost melt into the shadows while your bright nonsensical costume stands out aggressively. 

You’re being pulled around, shifted and shoved, as the three silently manhandle your body. Cool leather touches your bare thigh, making you squeak at the temperature change. “You know, your Mommy really made a good choice putting you in this slutty little skirt.” The ginger’s voice is rough, raspy in your ear as she gropes your ass. 

Unsure if it’s the alcohol buzzing through your system or your natural reaction to the widow, but you’re already starting to feel warmth growing in your stomach. Kate slides up next to you, her calloused fingers roughly tangling in your hair as she yanks your head back to look up at her. Running her free thumb down your face, cooing at your unfocused eyes, she pops it past your lips. “Such a dumb lil thing, already can’t think and your Daddy has barely touched you.” 

A twig breaks and you see Wanda hovering a few steps back, her fingers dancing with a small red orb. She just shakes her head, a stern look on her face as she pointedly stares at Natasha. The feeling of the ginger’s hands cupping your breasts, makes your eyes flutter, the thin shirt barely a boundary between the two of you. Her soft touch as she pulls and twists as your nipples is always something that overwhelms you, lighting the fire of arousal deep in your bones. 

Kate drags your focus back to her, smashing your mouths together in a messy kiss. Heated and forcing you into immediate submission as she forces her tongue in your mouth, her grip still tangled in your hair at the base of your skull. Just like every other time the two of you kiss, your heart stutters and your breath catches in your throat. The way the archer claims your mouth is different than how anyone else ever kisses you, such a casual dominance filled with the most pure feeling of love and adoration that you truly get lost in it. 

It wasn’t until a low vibration began spreading along your stomach, making your muscles twitch, that you tried to pull away from your make out session. A rough yank on your sore nipples makes you yelp, tearing your face out of the young Avenger’s grip. “Nuh uh, Malyshka, focus on what you’re feeling.” Her grip on your breasts drags you back, grinding into you as you moan. The feeling of a hard bulge draws a wet spot on your flimsy thong, your arousal finally leaking through. 

A broken moan falls from your open lips, when the ghost of fingers slip along your slit. Rubbing your clit as Natasha grinds into you, Kate is unzipping her costume. Holding onto your jaw, she lets you have a few moments of drooling over her flexing abs as they come into view. “Such a pretty mouth making such pretty noises already.” 

The vibrations grow along your clit, slipping down to your leaking hole. “Enough playing around, people are going to start looking for us and today isn’t a day that I want to share the Toy.” Wanda’s voice is stern, directing her attention at the Russian who has been barely touching you. You feel more than hear the ginger chuckle against you, her bulge rutting into you and forcing the misty orb to slip into you. “If you’re going to fuck her, get to it. Unless you can’t get the courage to, are you scared of the woods Natsy?” The mocking tone makes you clench around the small quivering sphere. 

Drawing you in, the archer slips two fingers into your mouth. Shoving them down your throat, her lip slipping out to lick at her bottom lip. It doesn’t take long for your fuzzy brain to start reacting, mumbling out Puppy the more she gags you. Strands of drool start dropping, catching along your jaw. “Open your mouth. Let me play with my little Fuck Toy.” Not another second of warning, Kate’s drool covered fingers roughly gag you before ripping from your mouth. 

Heaving mixes with your whimpers, the magic filling you pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Eyes fixated on how the CEO in front of you strokes her dark purple strap, covering it in your drool. “Yea, cmon Master. Don’t get all soft on me now.” Kate’s voice makes you whine, shrill and catches the attention of a few lower level agents who try to see what the commotion is. A deep resonating growl pulls from the brunette’s lips as she forces her strap into your mouth, muffling the loud gag. 

The magic within you is leaving your thighs shaking, growing as it vibrates in you. It didn’t take much more than the mutt mocking her for Natasha to finally jump into the game. Flipping up your skirt, she slips your thong to the side. Taking a second to watch the way you clench around the leaking scarlet, the ginger finally lets a strand of spit land on your puckered hole. 

As her hips push the head of her strap jade eyes flicker up to meet dark ocean, she teasingly lifts her eyebrow. “Don’t get too cocky now, Mutt. I know you won’t last longer than Toy here, maybe you’ll even break the little witch’s rule of the night.” Between the anger that flares in Wanda’s magic and the way the two Avengers thrusting into you at a competitive level, you had a feeling that this would be the end of Halloween for you but the start of something even more fun. 

[the-fiction-witch]

Kitty

Media Pistol

Character Malcolm Mclaren

Couple Malcolm X Reader

Rating Smut Af

Concept Secret Play Time

Smut Sex toys/semi-nonconcentual/ vibrators/ remote controlled vibrators/ uncontrolled pleasure/ fingering/ nudity/ panties

I hummed my little tune to myself as I counted the stock that lined the shelves making notes on my pad of how many of each item we had and subsequently how many we would need for the weeks to come, all while doing our best to avoid him completely. He sat behind the counter magazine in hand looking at the items for the shop displays every so often his dark eyes would reach me, in his leather pants, dark green variation of the cowboy dance shirt, his jacket on the other stool, I ignored him and continued with my work fixing some items when I felt a sudden jolt of vibration begin inside my panties inches from my clit enough to make me squeal putting a hand over my mouth as I shot around to see him smirking widely with the remote in hand "aw so cute" he Cooes leaning his chin in his hand and his elbow on the counter as he turned it off again

"You promised you wouldn't be at work."

"Come on, it's too tempting" 

"Give it!"

"Ah ah ah. I get it for twenty-four hours that was our deal kitty. If you can't keep to our agreement I'll have to take back my side of the deal" he warns 

"Fine just not here."

"We'll see about that" He smirked continuing with his magazine 

I continued with my work doing my best not to think about the possibility and I jumped in shock trying not to scream as the vibration started up again now even higher than before “Malcolm!”

"What? Nothing to do with me" he says 

"Turn it off!"

"Make me kitty"

"Malcolm!"

"Fine." He sighed turning it off "Boring" 

I got on with my work for a while until it started up again, I shot him a glare across the shop and his response to my murderous glare was to blow me a kiss “You dirty, manipulative little-” I began marching over to the counter but the moment I got close to him he turned it to full making me stop short trying desperately not to give away the wave of pleasure through my face 

“What was that?” he smirked evilly clearly very much enjoying this but all I could force out in response was a whine “Speak up now,” he says 

“Turn. it. Off.” I demanded 

“Say the magic word”

“...Please” I sighed and he turned it off 

“Good kitty” He smirked fixing my hair for me “There’s always one way to make sure it won’t happen” he smirked glancing down at my skirt

“No.” I pouted going back to stocking I know what he wants’s but I’m not doing it, he always wants me to do it when I stock as its a lot of going up ladders, behind over to reach boxes and such like and my skirt had already been adjusted by him four times since I started my shift and not once had it been adjusted downward 

“Then I get to play with my remote control” 

“You are a sick little-” I began but he turned it up again “ahhhhh!”

“Awwww you’re so cute when you make noise”

“Malcolm!”

“What?”

“Turn it off I’m trying to get work done!”

“As am I”

“Uhhhh fine!” I knew I couldn’t let it continue much longer I’d cum if it didn’t stop soon and for one that would be a mess, and two I didn’t want to give him that sort of satisfaction as it would only boost his ego for the next week so, he perked up at my words and watched eagerly as I slipped off my lace panties from under my skirt the little vibe still going crazy, he turned it off and opened his hand expectantly I simply rolled my eyes and handed them over he took the vibe out shoving it in the pocket of his jacket making a point to stretch and play with the lace openly at the counter as if my panties where merchandise he inspected intently the bell on the door went as some customers came in so I just continued my work making sure to keep my skirt as low as I could he quickly balled up my panties keeping them in his hand as they walked around looking at some things but ultimately leaving a few moments later 

“Ummmmm hello kitty” He smirked 

I rolled my eyes grabbing the back of my skirt to tug it down where clearly me grabbing those shirts and taking them across the room had made it raise up and thus he could see me “Shut up Malcolm. You're a little perv you know that?”

“I know.  You’re just too cute” He says coming across the shop and pinching my bare ass 

“Oww!” I complained turning to face him so he couldn’t get at my ass again 

“Ohh come on, we both know your ass takes way more … ill-treatment than that” he growled nibbling and kissing my neck like a hungry vampire pushing me against the wall and immediately shoving his hand up my skirt to stroke me “Humm such a cute little kitty, all pouty at me for tormenting her, Maybe if this didn’t look so fuckable all the time I wouldn’t have to torment you.” he smirked slipping a finger or two inside me 

“Malcolm- enough” 

“Fine, I don’t want you making a mess all over the floor like last time” he smirked removing his hand “But remember you need to see me at the end of your shift”

“For what?” 

“You’ll need these back won’t you” He smirked showing he still had my lace panties in his other hand giving them a little kiss before he pulled the top hem of his tight leather pants stuffing my panties down the front of his pants clearly adjusting them so his erection could rub against them “You’ll have to come get them, at the end of your shift” he winked before heading into the back to make himself a coffee 

“And if I don’t?” I asked before he headed behind the curtain which made him stop and smirk more turning back to me and crossing his arms across his chest 

“Then we both know I’m corning you in the alley and taking advantage of your lack of panties, so either way I’ll see you later kitty” he smirked blowing me a kiss before heading into the back room. 

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

MacGyver - Jake Jensen x Reader

A/N: This is part of @the-slumberparty​ Writer warm up: Genres, Old and New. I got the genre Action and the character archetype Innovator! 

Summary: You and Jake find yourself in a predicament that needs outside of the box thinking to get out of

Word Count: 858

Warnings: Lanuage! Fluff!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

Masterlist

“You know there’s something quite romantic about all this” Max says as he paces back and forth in front of you and Jake “tied up with your lover… about to meet your end together”

“The team are on their way now, you won’t get away with this” you warn him, straining against the rope that bound you to your chair.

“Oh I know, I’ve sent my goons to slow them down” Max hums as he stops turning to face you, picking at his nails “but they still won’t get here in time,” he says clapping his hands.

A few guards walk into the room carrying a large heavy box “where’d you want it boss?” They ask.

“Right in front of them, I don’t want any mistakes as to what it is” Max orders nodding to you and Jake, the guards nod walking over to you and Jake placing the box down with a heavy thud “careful idiots” Max chastises before waving for them to leave.

You and Jake exchanged a glance before looking back over at Max, watching as he walked over to the box and opened it to reveal a bomb “shit” you mutter under your breath.

Max smirks looking over at you “shit indeed, this is one of my newest toys and you guys are going to be my lab rats” he explains before chuckling as he shakes his head “there won’t even be anything left of you to scrape up”

You bit your lip to stop yourself from screaming profanities at him, doing so would only make this worse.

“I’ll leave you to say your goodbyes” Max grins before walking out of the room.

“Shit, shit, shit” you mutter screwing your eyes shut.

“It's okay we’ll get out of here, we’ll be fine, just try and shuffle closer to me,” Jake says as he begins to try and scoot his chair closer to yours.

You take a shaky breath as you try and shuffle closer to Jake, the backs of your chairs finally meeting. Jake grabs your shaking hands to calm you down.

“Hey, hey, hey it’s gonna be okay, we’ll get out of here, I promise” he reassures you “I’m gonna untie you and then I need you to untie me”

You take another shaky breath nodding your head, breathing out a sigh of relief when you felt the rope around your wrist fall to the floor. You quickly untie the rope around your ankles before standing up and untying Jake.

“See? Now let's get out of here” Jake reassures you as he stands up.

Just as he says that you hear a loud beep, turning in its direction you see the bomb had been activated and you only had five minutes before it detonated.

“Fuck” Jake cursed under his breath.

“Can you disarm it?” You ask him.

“Not without my gear, we’re just gonna have to run for it,” Jake says shaking his head.

“Jake we’re in a tower a hundred meters tall, with thousands of steps, we aren’t gonna get far enough away in time,” you tell him.

Jake curses looking around the room before a smirk grows on his face “you’re right we’re gonna have to jump”

“What!” You screech staring at him bewildered as he picked up all the rope and a large piece of tarpaulin that was in the corner of the room “are you insane?”

“Maybe, but it’s all we got, I saw this in a spy movie so it should work,” he says as he starts tying the rope to the four corners of the tarpaulin.

“There isn’t a MythBusters episode on this is there?” You ask sceptically.

“Not that I’m aware of now c’mon we need to hurry,” Jake says gesturing for you to follow him “right I’m gonna tie this through our belt loops but hold on tight to me as well” he says threading a spare piece of rope around your waist.

“There’s no way I’m gonna let you go” you mutter as you wrap your arms around his shoulders “god I hope this works” you plead as Jake moves to two of you towards the window ready to jump.

“Trust me” Jake grins.

“Alright MacGyver, let's go” you sigh kissing him quickly just in case.

Jake smiles back at you before counting down from 3, the two of you jumping from the window. You free fall for a couple of seconds, long enough that you accept that you were about to die before finally the makeshift parachute begins to work and the two of you safely glide to freedom.

You landed with a heavy thud a hundred or so meters away from the towers just as the bomb goes off. Jake covering you just in case.

“Well shit… I didn’t expect that to work” you admit once it was all over.

“Me neither” he admits, chuckling when he saw the glare you gave him “but if there was a chance to save the woman I love, I was damn well gonna take it”

Your face softens as you smile warmly up at him “I love you too Jake, thank you for saving us”

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Such Selfish Prayers (And I Can't Get Enough)

Warnings: minors DNI, smut, dark.

ao3

He truly looks like a god of death in this light, warm afternoon summer rays kissing his skin and making it as golden as the wings he is wearing. He takes a step towards me. - Put that gun away sweetheart. - I hear fear in Finnick’s voice but my brain does not believe him. He lied to you so many times, it says. I pull the trigger. or Finnick Odair never participates in the third Quarter Quell. He is also the only Victor to become a Capitol citizen. [Saltburn and Romeo + Juliet inspired]

Part 1/4

- I beg you, - my brother says. - have some fun. Fuck a guy, lose that v-card, live a little.

The noise inside the castle is intense, flashing lights adding to my growing headache. 

We were supposed to grieve, I want to scream, not party on the grave of our mother.

A man appears behind my brother

- This is Finnick Odair. - My brother says and he smiles like a child who got a shiny new toy but got bored of it already and wants to give it away.

- I know. - I tell him because everyone knows who Finnick is.

He is wearing only trousers that do not conceal the muscles on his thighs. Dark navy in stark contrast with his tanned skin that shined whenever he moved. His shoulders were broad and his neck elegant. A great example that male bodies could be beautiful too. My eyes linger on the soft gold wings glittering in the light inside the castle. 

- Ikarus? - I ask. Because who could he be? Hermes wore shoes with wings and I don’t see any on his feet. 

- Juliet. - Finnick answers and smiles, showing me his teeth. I feel like a punchline of a joke.    - Well, I hope you will find your Romeo here, now if you both could please excuse me.

And then I run away.

I grab a blanket and slip outside not being stopped by anyone. People in the gardens are so drunk and high that I hope they won’t notice me leaving either. I walk through fields full of naked people with some demanding I peel off my clothes while others tell them to shut up as I am a sister and daughter to the newest owners of that castle. I try to appear unbothered by their comments as I walk further away.

I stay in the distance from the forest. There is this feeling lingering in the back of my mind that I am being watched from there 

I go through a short maze done from the rose bushes, where I see fewer and fewer people. Most of them are fucking but I don’t think all of them are willing participants. I almost tell two men to stop taking a clearly drunk girl when I remember there is no one to help me here. 

I start running, not only from them but from someone watching me from the forest too. The vineyard is next, the grass there is low and not a problem for my delicate sandals. I think about stopping somewhere there in the middle when I don’t feel the eyes on me anymore but I spot blueberry hedges next. 

I’ve never been this far from the castle.

I can see lights far away and hear some noises but the dark sky is clear here and I spot the stars I know up there. I lay down the blanket, take off the shoes and kneel down myself. The Apus shines brightly on me, making me wonder what I am wrong about as the Greeks used to be wrong about the birds of paradise.

Someone is coming, their steps loud in the grass and not from the direction of the forest. 

- Finnick. - the surprise but also longing can be easily heard in my voice. I hope darkness will mask my blush.

He stops before me and I watch him take off his shoes and step on the blanket. I try to move further to give him space but he kneels in front of me instead. His wings look more silver here, and the sky stains them with a cobalt shade.

You shouldn't be alone so far away. It’s dangerous.

His breath is hot against my face and I do my best to not look away when his eyes find mine in the darkness. 

- You are here with me, - I say.  - What is there to be afraid of? 

- There are always things to be afraid of. - He says with caution, something terribly sad flashing for a second in his eyes. 

It makes my heart ache, that look he has. I press my lips against his soft ones and immediately his hand is at my neck. The earth feels like it is shifting beneath me but it’s just Finnick sliding his tongue against my lips and his hand moving up my face and keeping me in place when I moan against him. His tongue slips further, past my teeth and touches my own tongue briefly before sucking it into his own mouth.

- Was it your first? - He asks and I close my eyes ashamed even though his voice is soft and lacking judgement. - Because I want all of your firsts.

His mouth is hot against my forehead, the tip of my nose and my mouth again. I try my best to keep up with the way he kisses me but it seems like I do not stand a chance against him. All I can do is moan when his tongue touches mine. His hand frees my face and glides down my body until it stops at my nipple and pinches it through all the fabrics. Finnick kisses me under my ear. His voice is warm against the skin there.

- Undress, - he tells me and takes his hands away.

My hands shake both with excitement and some kind of fear when I tug the dress up my body. Finnick undoes my bra just as the dress gets almost stuck in my hair over my head. I cannot stop the giggle that escapes me. Finnick kisses me until I stop laughing and helps me out of my bra. His hands are on my breasts immediately, stroking the skin and pinching my nipples. 

- All. - Finnick says, sitting down on his ass this time and watching me while his hand starts unzipping his own trousers. 

He looks like one of the Erotes this time. I hope that he is more like Eros than Himeros for my own sake. I raise up and slide the delicate lingerie down my legs. It’s not plain but the girlish design of pink ruffles is not something I imagine girls wearing on dates with men like him. Finnick takes the panties from my hand just as I am about to toss them next to my other clothes. He puts it inside his pocket and I am back on my knees in front of him.

He takes my right hand in his and kisses it slowly before bringing it together with his in between my legs. 

- You are so wet, does it happen often? - he says and starts moving our fingers together, stops when my hips start grinding and my knees shake.

He takes his hand away and rises above just so he can push down his trousers and step out of them. He’s not wearing any underwear.

He could be Pothos too, I think at that moment, because all I can see right now is how much I want him. I wet my lips watching Finnick glide his hand along the length of himself and stare at me as I slowly circle my clit. His other hand moves the hair from one side of my face behind my ear and tugs me very gently up by my neck.

- None of that, - he says kissing my forehead. - not yet. Give me your hand. 

- No, not this one. - He chuckles when I give him my left. 

He kisses it anyway and sucks one of my fingers into his mouth humming around it. He releases it suddenly and I feel his hand taking my right one from in between my legs. 

- You did not answer me. - He says, wrapping my wet hand around his length. His hand stays around my fingers and he starts moving up and down his member. I follow his movements the best I can.

- No, - I say and I don’t recognize the wanton tone that I hear. - Never that much.

Finnick grunts and his body shakes when he comes, white droplets of his semen ending on my breasts and stomach.

- Look at you, - he says, smearing everything with our fingers. - you’ve made a mess. 

He brings one of mine and two of his fingers to my mouth and I suck on them, a salty flavour is the main thing I taste. I graze our fingers with my teeth lightly.

- No biting, - he says, pulling them away and kissing my forehead. - but you were such a good, sweet girl. Lay down.

I watch him search his pants and a condom lands on a blanket. Finnick moves over me and wipes my chest with the left side of my dress. His hands are back on my breasts in no time and he kneads and pinches them, rolls my nipples in his fingers. I cannot stop the noises that are leaving my mouth when he does it. I am not sure that I want to. 

His hands move lower, down my stomach and start tracing lines of my hip bones and my body raises from the blanket. He chuckles and moves his hands down to my tights and squeezes them.

- You’re so responsive, - he says while his hands move up stopping on both sides of my sex. - But stay still now, princess.

His fingers started sliding inside me, just one I think, and I could never stop myself from clenching around them. Shame fills me suddenly, the thought that I am here in the open with my legs spread wide before a man that I met only in passing. That anyone could take a photo of me or record me with a man who may want to never see me again. A man I pictured almost daily since that night when he helped me get my drugged friend out of a party.

I whine when his fingers are completely out.

- I want to see you, - he says. - Move your face and open your eyes.

I almost run away when he smirks at me.

- Come precious.  - He tells me and puts his fingers back, stroking my clit and massaging my inside walls with two of his fingers until I break.

Satisfied just once I hump the air when he takes his hand back.

- Look at you, - he says in a voice low and dark. - your cunt all bare and wet and wanting for my cock. Do you think you are ready for it? Do you want me to continue? Or do you want me to stop?

- No, please don’t stop, - I will probably be ashamed later how needy I sound, how desperate. - please just fuck me.

He kisses my cunt once, licks it and then moves up kissing my stomach and under both of my breasts before he slides his tongue into my mouth. I whine when he moves away from me and watch him roll a condom onto his shaft. He enters me with one long thrust. It does not hurt at all and when he moves again I cannot stop my moans again. He watches me the whole time, pushing my knees up and over his shoulder. I touch one of his wings with my food accidentally and he bites my calf.

- Good girl, you’re so beautiful like this. - He says as he leans over me, his hips moving slowly in a steady rhythm. I desperately want to believe his words.

- First time and already cockdrunk for me. - One of his hands moves down on my belly and presses slowly and I feel him hitting a spot inside me more violently. I curl my toes while my hand scratches his own. - Do you think any other man will make you feel like this? That you will find in someone else what I am giving you now?

I don’t think I am loud when I come but my body shakes so violently I almost can't breathe. Finnick keeps me close when it happens and kisses me after, calling me his good girl again. He watches me closely, his pupils wide and dark, and his hands sliding up and down my body the whole time. I shiver and almost choke on air from embarrassment when I ask if he could kiss me one more time. 

- Just kiss?  - He asks and his smile is cocky but he kisses me and later fucks me with his tongue and mouth, turns me over and enters me again from behind.

- Does it hurt? - He asks and one of his hands slides down in front of my body. - I could break you but I don’t think you want it just yet.

I watch our shadow and it looks like some kind of fallen angel got his hand on me and now is trying to push me to hell.

- I feel a little sensitive, - I tell the truth. - But it’s nothing I cannot handle.

I am scared he may leave me but he just pushes my head down and digs his nails into my hips. I come so hard my throat gets raw from screaming and I need help turning on my back after he finishes himself. The world turns black when his hand touches my forehead.

I wake up in the late morning when the sun is high and shining straight in my face through the windows in my bedroom in the castle. I do not remember getting back here. I check under the blanket and see my naked body with teeth marks in several places.

- Go on a pill, okay? - Finnick's voice sounds behind me and I turn around. He is getting dressed in a crispy white shirt with dark buttons. He looks well-rested.

- And drink water. - He adds stopping in front of me. - I would love to claim that you fainted because I was so excellent but you were most probably dehydrated. 

He squats in front of me and moves my tangled hair out of my face. I hold my breath when he moves closer to me. I did not brush my teeth or shower. Finnick chuckles against my lips. His hand grasps my hair tighter and his tongue enters my mouth when I groan. He, on the other hand, did brush his teeth.

- There’s a paper with a gynecologist's name your family won’t dare to bother in your backpack. I want to feel all of you the next time, okay? And she’ll give you my medical information so you can be sure I am clean.

He kisses me once again and gets up to leave.

- How will I find you?

- You won’t. But I will find you for sure.

I don’t care that I may appear desperate. I call the doctor’s office the same day. It’s one of the professors my brother complains about the most. My appointment is scheduled for the very next day. The woman does not comment about the bruises on my legs.

The receptionist gives me an overly nice smile after.

- We don’t send blood test results via email. You’ll schedule the appointment right away. All the medications to be picked up here every 30 days by you are the person who sends you here. 

There is a delivery woman with a bunch of white flowers the day after. There is no card, only an envelope with my birth control pills. I search for their meaning online. White hydrangeas were sent in Victorian times to a person someone disliked. For Catholics, they were associated with the Virgin Mary while now they mostly mean innocence and fresh starts. 

Mixed signals much, Finnick.

A disposable Polaroid camera comes six days later along with a prepaid package to be collected the next day. I cancel all my appointments. 

PMS, I send my friends, see you either in two or seven days.

I get mostly “gross” and “tmi” in a response.

What I am supposed to send him, does he want to see me masturbating? Fucking myself on the fingers? Pushing my breasts in front of the camera? Photos of me in various lingerie? Or maybe… I am not sure if I am brave enough to go with my plan.

I put on my PMS outfit: a too-big sweater over tracksuits, shades and sneakers. I pool the hood over my head. Several hours later I come back sweaty with a heavy bag, my pride injured by meeting my enemy in that outfit and having much less money after buying everything. 

I take a shower, wash my hair and style it in lazy waves. I put on my favourite tulle dress, a dark one with stars and planets embroidered by hand. I do not put on any underwear or petticoats. I light all the candles I have and bring them to my bedroom, mess up my bed and move a pillow in the middle.

I take out the two last disposable cameras I bought and a marble bust statue I got from some extravagant artist who created it. It is supposed to resemble Finnick from two years ago but I have problems with seeing the similarity. The gold paint makes it tacky but I had no time to search for anything else. I put it on the pillow and the camera on a tripod. I add two books on the tripod to have the camera even higher and set the timer. The flash is so strong I am sure all of my neighbours are blinded. I close my curtains and hope for the best.

The photo is slightly blurry and yellow with an artistic vibe of a cat peeing on the work of a fourteen-year-old girl. It will have to do. 

I move the statue a little and look in the mirror. It’s supposed to look like I am sitting on his face and letting him eat me out. I start fingering myself and grinding a little as I get wetter. I look at the photo I took and compare it with where my face is when I look at myself in the mirror. No way I am sending him photos where he can see my face. 

I set the timer and almost trip on my way back to the bed. The light is so strong I barely see anything. Anxiety and excitement fill me when I wait for the photos to appear. They all look slightly yellow and blurry in an artistic way but they look the way I wanted. I appear much more desperate and needy in them than I felt. 

I take some typical “sexy” selfies with the second camera and choose just four photos I like the best. I rip others and flush them in the toilet. The last camera I use in the bed again. I take all the pillows and put them in head on the bed. Put the marble statue in front of them. I lay down before it and spread my legs. It’s supposed to give the vibes of me fingering myself in front of his face. I put a finger in myself the same moment I press the button. The photos come out blurry and my orgasm is weak at best but I am exhausted. 

I put all the photos in the box, add a miniature pink statue of "Psyche Revived" by Cupid's Kiss from the same artist, close it and write “Give me my sin again”. I put my box into a bigger box. I use so much tape on it that one cannot see the paper and put the tracking number with a marker on it.

The courier comes early in the morning when I am still too sleepy to think about destroying the package. 

Days come and go, I get my period and still no call. I check the package on the tracking site and decide to pay him a visit when my period ends.

By “pay him a visit” I mean have breakfast in a cafe near the building the package was sent to. And coming to another one the very next day. I give up on my third and stare at the ugly gold head that is gathering dust by one of the windows in my bedroom. 

I have two options now: either try to ignore him every chance I may run into him - and there are not many, let’s be honest here - or I hang out in the arena the package got delivered and hope I will run into him. 

My phone vibrates and I ignore it. It rings again and I start searching for it under the covers in hopes I can hurl it across the room. The thought of Finnick possibly calling me makes me throw everything, including my dignity, on the floor. It stings even more when I see the name of my brother on the screen.

- I’m not doing any coke runs for you. - I tell him and almost hang up on him.

- Whoa, what has happened to you? I thought your PMS was over? And it happened two years ago and just once! - he sounds insulted actually. Most probably because someone is laughing in the background. 

I know this laugher, Finnick you fucking asshole.

- I don’t have time, just text me. - I snap and almost hang up on him again.

- Okay, just tell me if you are coming to Rockingham tomorrow?

- Why would I want to do that?

- The golden ass party? Do you read my emails? 

- No. - I admit. The image of naked people with their behinds painted makes me almost throw up. - Who came up with the name?

- Finnick. - he sounds smug and I almost choke before I remember what “The golden ass” is about.

- I didn’t know any of you two could read that many books. - I say as I move, as silent as a cat, to my wardrobe. - Yeah, I will be there.

[sweeethinny]

Hinny Fest - Day 10

I'm so lucky to be able to live this life with you"- day ten

didn't know what to write, I admit, but it came out easily I think it's the best domestic hinny I've ever written

@hinnyfest

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He was at work and that seemed to be the topic of the day.

''It's easy to say you love when it's okay,'' he heard someone say. ''I want to see when everything is a mess, children screaming and running, messy house, dirty dishes, bills to pay... That's when we see true love.''

''That's why she left me,'' Cecil said, still looking sad but now a little angry. ''We wanted to have kids but as soon as our little one was born and things got tough, she dumped me for a new woman.''

''Sorry, sweetheart,'' Someone spoke, compassionate tone and low voice.

''Alright, we're getting through it.''

''But what I said is true, look when you get home, tell them you love them even when the biggest mess is happening, you'll see how their reaction is different from when everything is perfect and we are having the most romantic time together .''

Harry continued to do his work, silently in his office, until it was time to leave. He as usual closed everything, ensured that nothing had been left behind, made sure he hadn't forgotten anything…

The usual routine.

He stopped by the kids' school to pick them up, went to the bakery to buy some bread, cheese and some chocolate cookies that Ginny asked for, tried to keep the kids from sleeping in the backseat like they always did, and went home.

As soon as he arrived, he had already started to set the table for dinner — he had left a potato and chicken pie ready in the freezer — and was still trying to prevent them from sleeping without eating. Harry put them to feed Khaleesi and Sir, their cat and dog, and then made them open all the windows and curtains - it was an absurdly hot summer - and water the plants around the house. They made a mess, of course, they weren't tall enough yet and they fought over who would do what, but at least they were staying awake.

Harry and Ginny had already made the mistake of letting them sleep too early a few times, and the price they paid the next morning wasn't low.

When she arrived an hour later, Harry had already finished making dinner and was trying to settle a fight between Lily and Albus over the flavour of the juice they wanted to drink, sleep making them a little angry with each other, but he was doing a good job.

''Hello,'' Ginny walked over to him, giving him a quick kiss and then bending down to hug and kiss the kids. ‘'How are we?''

Lily and Albus went back to talking about the juice fight while James talked about what he had done at school. The three of them followed Ginny upstairs, while she went to change clothes and wash her hands, Harry finished putting all the food on the table and squeezing some oranges to put with the pineapple juice, putting together Albus' and Lily's wishes.

''No Khaleesi,'' Harry took the cat off the table, who meowed angrily at him and headed out into the garden, a place she loved to hang out during the summer.

While everyone else didn't come downstairs, Harry made sure the dirty dishes wash themselves, as well as the clothes in the laundry room, remembered telling James to put away his toys that were scattered in the living room, put away the things that were out of place around the house and took the dry clothes off the line, folding them and leaving them in a pile, later Ginny was going to take each one to its proper place, but now he just wanted to sit down and eat.

''Yummy, it looks great,'' Ginny set the kids up in the chairs and Harry served them, they were both hungry and tired so dinner was always quieter, everyone concentrated on the food.

James was almost asleep on top of his plate at the end of the meal, which indicated that it was bath time.

Harry and Ginny took turns, while she helped with the children's baths, he made the beds and sorted out the pyjamas. As long as they could still get the three of them to bathe in their big bathtub – one of the first things Harry bought with his first paycheck, and he would never regret it – they wouldn't waste time in the shower, having already experienced it. It was faster, yes, but with three kids who loved a mess, it became a very difficult process for a Wednesday.

He helped them dry one by one, wearing only Lily, who was the youngest and still had some difficulties putting on her clothes.

It was Ginny's turn to put the children to bed, so Harry kissed each one good night and left the room, heading for theirs.

They used to sleep late before they had kids, but then during the week, Harry and Ginny were passed out in bed before eleven at night. It was a tiring routine, they would wake up early, Ginny would drive them to school not far away (after a lot of silly arguing between the kids, as their moods were so bad in the morning), they would have breakfast together, go to work, and they only saw each other again during lunch, and that was only sometimes. He wished he could stay awake with her longer, but it was eight-thirty and Harry could barely stand it with his eyes open as he showered, looking at himself in the mirror inside the shower and trying to find the strength to shave.

One more day, that would be for later, he decided, putting down the razor he was using and just washing his face.

When he came out of the shower, Ginny was walking back to the bedroom, a tired smile on her face. ''They didn't even fight today, Lily barely drink her milk,''

''She'll stop asking for the bottle soon,'' Harry hung up the towel and went to their closet, looking for a pair of underwear in the drawer. ''It was like that with the other three too, remember?''

''Yes,'' Ginny hugged him, her warm hand touching his cold skin and making him shiver. ''This weekend, Mum will take them,''

''Hm,'' Harry smiled. ''What do you want to do?''

''Today, if I had to decide, I'd tell us to do nothing, just sleep, no interruptions,'' They laughed, but Harry might have agreed with that. ''But then I thought we could do something. Go out a little, I don't know, it's been a while since we've done anything, just the two of us, outside the house.''

''We can do it,'' Harry took her hand, kissing her ring, as he always did. ‘'I'll think of something. Now go take a shower, I'll make the kids' lunch tomorrow,''

''Let me do it,'' He denied.

''I'd rather you handle the clothes,'' Ginny groaned in frustration, leaning her forehead against his bare back.

''Urg, I hate storing clothes,'' He knew, and that's why he always preferred to spend more time in the kitchen.

She left, went to the bathroom and Harry finished getting dressed, only old trunks and flip-flops, so he went back downstairs and into the kitchen, starting to pack the children's lunch boxes. After a few years of experience, Harry and Ginny realised that losing a few hours of comfort in bed at night was far more worth it than having to get up early to cook; it was a double-edged sword, but this was a less painful stab.

James ate everything, so his lunch box was never a problem; Harry made a sandwich he had already asked, put in two pieces of cake, some fruit, and a granola bar that he loved to eat while waiting on the way out or in the car back home.

Albus didn't like to eat sandwiches like that, so for him, Harry would knead the slices of bread until they were thin, and fill it the same way, but then roll the bread, as if it were a Japanese food that Albus loved. He only got him a piece of cake, as he wasn't eating as much as James. For him, instead of the granola bar, Harry added some more fruit, which he also liked to eat in the car.

Lily was the most selective. For her, at the age of five, everything needed to be more beautiful to the eyes than necessarily to the taste. Harry was more dedicated to hers, with star and bunny cutters, plastic flower sticks and paper towels decorated with her favourite characters. It was the same food, but it took Harry a lot longer to arrange everything beautifully than anything else. She also only got one piece of cake, but less fruit, as she wasn't eating much.

By the time it was all over—and after Ginny had finished putting away the clothes—it was close to ten o'clock. They were talking while she in the laundry room folded the clothes and hung up the ones that were clean now, and Harry made sure the kitchen was clean by tomorrow morning. When they went to bed, they were already too tired to do anything, so he just gave her a kiss and hugged her.

''I'm so lucky to be able to live this life with you" He said, kissing her forehead once more, remembering what he was listening to at work earlier. Ginny laughed softly, hugging him tighter.

''Hm, that took me by surprise,'' she said, smiling. ''I feel that way too,'' She kissed him. ''I love you.''

''Love you too.''

[elsalixx]

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pairing - felix x reader

warnings - smut 18+ MDNI

Felix was out with the members + recording, while I was watching my daughter. At around 5 they all came home and dinner was ready. I had made jigae with tteokbokki. After dinner we played a game of Rock Paper Scissors Shoot to see who was cleaning up dinner. Newsflash, Seungmin lost so he was stuck cleaning up our dinner.

We were all on the couch watching Twenty Five Twenty One. I was sitting next to my boyfriend Felix, he slowly took his arm and put it around my shoulders. He told me it was okay if I wanted to lay okay him. Which I did, I fell asleep laying on Felix. What felt like forever was only thirty minutes before he picked me up trying not to wake me to bring me to bed. As he placed me down on the bed I awoke from my sleep. When I opened my eyes he kissed me on the forehead goodnight.

But before he could go anywhere I asked "Felix, Have u ever daydreamed of fucking me so hard that I can't walk for a week." He shot me a look that I've never seen before but it was slowly turning me on. "Yes y/n, I actually have except in my dream you referred to me as daddy.” 😊

I was shocked so he actually wants to have sex with me, I should call him daddy and see what he does. "Daddy?"

"Ohhh I like the sound of that, yes baby? U-ur sso hhhot when u look at me like that." Before I could blink I felt his warm lips in mine. Our hot tongues touched each other. There was a little moan from Felix that made me hornier. He started making his way down my neck leaving red heart shaped marks. "d-d-d-daddy."

"Am I hurting you kitten?"

"want u to fuck me, hard." I said As Felix makes his way down my chest he stops and glances at me he's giving me the look that smth is wrong.

"Can u be a good girl and take off your shirt." I do as he tells me leaving my bra on. He doesnt look very pleased, he turns me around so I lay on my stomach. He unclips my bra and throws is across the room. He turns me back over, hes staring at my boobs not looking away. As he continues working his way down I glare at his dick wondering what it would feel like in me. "Daddy, I want u to use your dick and put it in me to make me feel good."

"U sure kitten, I don't want to hurt u." Before he says anything else I untie his sweatpants. "Anghh" | moan while he gives me kisses down to my clit. I take his dick out of his boxers. "Wow, why have u been hiding this beautiful toy from me all this time lixxie." | feel his hot breath breathing on my clit. He starts eating me out.

"AGGNHH" "kitten don't be to loud, we don't need anybody hearing us" I grab his dick and start to suck it. "Anughh, yes kitten." Felix moans. I stop to take in some air. But as soon as I let go he asked "babe u got any condoms, ya know so we don't end up with another kid."

"Underwear drawer left side" He grabs the condom and slides it on his throbbing dick. He makes his way back over to me and looks at me for permission. I give him a nod. He starts fingering me one finger at a time u til three can fit.

"I'm abt to make u feel very refreshed, so sit back and relax as I fuck u till u cum everywhere." He puts his throbbing dick in me starting slow so I can adjust to his size. I move my hips with his to make it easier for him. As he starts to pick up the speed he hold on to the bed sheets.

"Yyeahh bbbaby dddaddy Aunhgggg!" I scream. He picks up even more speed but kisses me aggressively while so.

"fffasterr baby faster." Full length in me, faster by the second. Our moans fill the room. "ANUGGGGHH THATS THE SPOT DADDY" "KITTEN AUNGHHH" We start loosing energy growing tired.

"Baby I'm gggunna Cum." He takes his dick out of me as I cum on the bed and all down my legs. Felix goes the the bathroom to get a towel to clean me up. I try to follow him to turn the shower on but I fall making a large boom noise.

"Ohh kitten, let me bring u to the shower. He picked me up and showered with me helping me clean myself. It's now 3AM we are laying in bed cuddling and talking to each other. "That's was fun lixxie, we should go for a round two sometime."

"Woah slow down baby girl, you can barely walk. Let's save that for another time." As I hear every breath of Felix I fall asleep laying next to him cuddling.

[faghubby]

Slut wife

My husband Tom was never well endowed at a little under 5 inches. But also quit thin erect he was no thicker then a roll of nickels. He was willing to extend foreplay and always tried to make me cum. But after the birth of our daughter. That changed. No matter what he did I felt no pleasure from him except from his tounge. I tried to do Kegal exercises and other things but nothing worked. I found myself sneaking into the bathroom after he fell asleep to masterbate.

Now Tom was a great husband a good provider and would always be a fantastic father to out daughter. But as a lover he failed. For months I endured. I would try different positions. I even asked if he would like to try anal. But he wasn't interested saying it was gross. I wasn't looking to have an affair. But it just kinda happened one day. I was driving home. It was pouring down rain and I got a flat tire. To my luck there was a garage half a block away. I ran down the street and this gorgeous 30 something man opens the door letting me run in. I hand him my keys and explain pointing at my car. He went and got it. When he came back he started to tell me that I needed a tire. He was staring at me. I looked down to notice I often didn't wear a bra, not having big breast. That you could see thru my soaking wet dress as if I wasn't wearing anything at all. I turned red and he handed me a towel.

"I will fix it right up" he fumbled and went back into the garage. I basically wrapped the towel around me not doing much. If I covered my breast you could clearly see my thong well one or the other. I called Tom and told him. He would have to pick up Bethany our daughter from his mother's. Mark had the tire fixed in no time. Mark tried not to stare still able to see thru my dress as I paid the bill.

"Thank you so much, and sorry" I motioned for basically flashing him.

"Nonsense you are welcome back anytime it rains" he joked.

"And if it's not?" I asked. He stepped close to me taking the towel.

"I am sorry I didn't mean" I wanted him to throw me down and take me "I am married" I told him barely able to breath. As he bent and kissed me. I kissed him back and started to tear off his shirt. He looked around then opened the back of my suv and laid me down. His dirty pants fell around his ankles along with his boxers. He pushed his cock. Yes cock a real strong hard cock. Into me. I was so wet he slid right in. My legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked me. He didn't make love or even have sex this man FUCKED me. I screamed as he made me cum. He wasn't Done he pulled me out of the car and bent me over the bumper like I was a doll and drive his cock back into me. He had not even taken my thong off just pulled to the side. I came again as he came deep inside me. I fixed my dress just as another costumer pulled in. Anyone could have watched us from the road I thought. Which excited me even more. As he talked the other customer I didn't wait I just drove away.

I still managed to get home before Tom. I used the bathroom and as cum leaked from me I fantasied about the mechanic and started to masterbate. I had my vibrator buried deep inside me my panties on the floor and dress hiked up. I had not heard Tom. Till he opened the bathroom door. He just stood and watched.

I came loudly all over my toy. Pushing the mechanics cum out as Tom watched I pushed toy into my ass. And moaned. Tom had is dick out and jerked off with two fingers. As he came it didn't even shoot instead fell onto his shoe. I went to check on the baby. When I came back Tom was washing my toy.

Tom seemed distant the rest of the night. When we where getting ready for bed Tom asked.

"How long have you been seeing him?"

"What?" I asked not sure I had heard him.

"How long have you been having an affair?" He said facing me.

"It happened today. Just today the guy who fixed the tire" I sighed relieved to tell him.

"It just happened, I " I stopped and looked up at him.

"I am sorry but I swear I have been faithful but today I just gave in to desire" I told him. I grabbed my pillow and went to sleep in the guest room.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"I guess to the spare room" I told him. Was he going to leave me.

"Don't be silly, come here" he patted the bed.

"I believe you, and I understand" he told me. "I know we have been struggling to ........ in bed since Bethany was born. Maybe this is what we need" he told me.

"I don't understand" I told him.

"Would you like to see him again? Or maybe someone else?" He asked. I was even more confused. He clasped my hands.

"I want you to find a lover" he told me. "Or several" he added.

"Tom, we can work past this" I told him.

"Liz, I am asking you to find a lover to please you. I will always be your husband" he tried to explain

"You want me to cheat on you?" I asked

"Not cheat, with my blessing." He told me. "I know I am not very big. And now i can't even" he didn't finish just held me.

"Yes find a man to please you however you need" he told me. He was rock hard I noticed thru his thin boxers.

"This gets you excited?" I asked he just nodded. I laid back he kissed my breast.

"Tell me about him" Tom said.

"Like what?" I asked as he kissed my neck.

"Is he big? Did you cum? Where, what position?" He blurted out.

"In the back of the suv, he had me on my back then doggie style" I told him he got even more excited.

"Are you going to cum? " I asked he dick still in his boxers. He just moaned " Yes he made me cum twice" I told him and he came in his boxers. He kissed me and got up to change.

"Tom, you really want this don't you?" I asked.

"Yes" he said as he wiped up his cum. Then came back to bed.

"After you want me to tell you about it?" I teased. "Maybe some video?"

" he snuggled against me, " yes" he moaned. And fell asleep. I couldn't sleep so I turned to the internet. And found alot of men have this type of fantasy. Cuckolds, Hotwives, the more I read the more questions I had. But they could wait.

In the morning I asked Tom again.

"Last night what we talked about?" I smiled

"Yes" he replied

"Still feel the same way?" I asked

"Very much so, why don't you go see him today I will watch Bethany." He stated. He went and got the baby. I found the receipt and called the repair shop.

"Hello this is Mark" he answered

"Yes, my name is liz I was in yesterday and you um fixed Me" I laughed

He laughed. "Of course"

"I was wondering if I could get that service again" I said

"Why don't you meet me for coffee, in an hour" he told me.

"Ok" he mentioned the coffee house near his shop. I hung up showered and got ready. I rushed and didn't say anything to Tom till I was walking out the door.

"Be back later, going to get fucked" I teased him. He just kissed me goodbye. Mark was waiting for me. I walked straight up and kissed him.

"I don't want coffee" I told him he took me outside. And we went above the coffee shop. To his apartment. Once inside he was all over me.

"Fuck me" I moaned as he peeled off my panties.

His rough hands sliding over my body. He bent me over his couch. And drove his cock balls deep. And didn't stop until he filled me with his seed. He pulled our and I spun and dropped to my knees taking him in my mouth. He grew hard as I tasted my dirty cunt on his cock. He sat in a chair and let me mount him. I rode him fast. As an orgam ripped through me. I stopped just sat with him inside me. He kissed and sucked my breast hard. Biting them even. He scooped up some of his cum that was leaking from me and pushed it into my mouth.

"Taste your cheating pussy" he told me then lifted me off had me drop back to the floor. He grabbed my hair and fucked my face. As I gagged and spit all over his cock. Until he fed me his second load. I fell back on the floor. He got dressed. I was still naked as he had me stand in front of him.

"Can I see you again?" I asked him.

"Of course" he replied

"Have you ever been spanked?" He asked me taking off his belt. I swallowed hard.

"no" I whispered.

"Spoiled rich girls need it you know the belt slid across my thigh. I shook with excitement.

"When you come back I want a plug in your ass" he told me. Then one swat with his belt across my ass. I jumped and he let me get dressed. I stopped at the adult book store before going home. I found a trainer set of butt plugs. And bought them along with lube. The sales clerk smiled and gave me their website. I then headed home to see Tom.

The baby was taking a nap when I came in. Tom rushed to me and kissed me.

"Tom, I just " I tried to stop him.

"I don't care" he told me. I pushed him back.

"I read about other things Cuckolds like." Using that word for the first time. It spurred Tom on. I held him back. And dropped my pants. My panties soaked with cum. I rubbed them and licked my fingers.he dropped and kissed my panties. He looked up at me and I just nodded with a smile ad he pulled my panties down. He licked me tasting cum clothes the first time.

"Well?" I asked. He moved his head to the side. As if deciding then licked me again. Sucking Mark's cum out of me. As I stood leaning against the front door. When he was satisfied he had gotten it all he stood and kissed me. I reached down and pulled out his little dick. I held it with two fingers.

"It is so cute" I teased him. I knelt and took his dick and balls in my mouth at the same time. He came in seconds. I stood and kissed him letting his taste his own cum as well. I went to shower and Tom went to check on Bethany. Tom saw me when I got out of the shower. Hickeys all over my breast. He looked concerned

I just smiled. I told him everything. We made rules. I had to tell him where I was meeting, I would tell him all about what happened. Either one of us could stop it at anytime no argument just say enough. I would stay on birth control. And when we where ready decide what to do about having a second child.

I continued to see Mark. It was pure sex. He took my ass about two weeks after. Mark always stayed home. He bought me lingerie to wear for Mark. And licked me clean after every date. Mark never did really spank me. But liked to play that he would. Worst I ever got was two smacks. After a few months it ended. I quickly found another. I liked the tough working man. Such a contrast to Tom. I was a slut wife and I loved every moment of it