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Pay Me Mind, Please? ☆ Eren Yeager

☆ WORD COUNT – 8.5k ☆ SYNOPSIS – You're feeling needier than usual and you want nothing more than Eren's attention so you take matters into your own hands. Not to mention he's being awfully rude, all he cares about is his dumb game. Will he cave and give you what you want? ☆ CONTENT WARNINGS – Dom!Eren, breath play, dumbification, degradation, choking, Eren is a meanie

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You sighed as you rolled over in the bed, stuffing your face into the pillow. A groan laced with a hint of annoyance was absorbed into the suffocating thickness of the pillow’s cushion. Huffing another breath, you turned your head to the side to glance at Eren who was sitting in the desk chair beside the bed. A look of concentration and engrossment was dripping from his sharp features.

His jaw was clenched and unmoving as his eyes were steady on the bright screen. Long, nimble fingers were dancing along the keyboard and computer mouse. His lengthy, dark hair was pulled into a messy bun on the back of his head. The few loose strands that he missed in the front were pushed back by a black headset that hugged his ears snuggly.

You trailed wandering eyes all over his figure, taking in everything in front of you. Eren was wearing a pair of grey shorts that hugged his thighs almost a little too tightly. Looking up a bit more, you were met with the dog tag that sat on his bare chest. The silver plated jewelry reflected light from the screen as it hung low from his neck. Your eyes began to hurt as you stared at the reflective jewelry.

You listened intently as he muttered quiet profanities under his breath every once in a while, expressing his frustration at whatever game it was he happened to be playing.

It had been a while since he's said anything to you. You weren't exactly sure how long it had been, you stopped counting.

"Are you almost done?" You whined as you nudged the chair with your foot.

Eren was quick to push your foot off the chair. "I said soon." He snapped, not even bothering to look at you.

It was very clear that he was annoyed with you. You've been bugging him for hours to come lay with you. But how could it possibly be your fault when he was the one who's been ignoring you all this time?

It wasn't uncommon for him to get like this, all inattentive and snappy. It happened whenever he'd play on that dumb computer. You'd be lying if you said you've never thought about smashing his precious monitor.

You sighed once again before pushing yourself up from the bed to stand behind him. Leaning down, you stuffed your face into the crook of his neck as you ran your hands along his bare biceps. You dragged your fingertips along the smooth skin as an attempt to pull his gaze away from the screen.

Eren never moved. He stayed still with a tight jaw as he continued to absentmindedly press buttons on the keyboard in front of him. It's almost like he was pretending you weren't even there.

You listened with careful ears to the pool of voices spilling from his headset. There were three distinctive voices, none of which you recognized. Maybe just a few of his friends, you thought.

You dropped your head down a bit to press your wet lips against his neck, placing a gentle kiss to the skin.

Still, nothing.

You wanted him so bad while he wanted nothing to do with you. It was hard to explain why, but seeing him like this, all unresponsive and impolite, it only made you want him more. You hated to admit it, but sometimes you liked when he got like this, only because you loved begging for him. It’s almost like a guilty pleasure of yours.

"Eren, please come lay down." You begged, mumbling the words against his skin.

He said nothing as you loosely wrapped your arms around his neck, further burrowing your face into him. You played with the silver chain of his necklace, twirling your fingers around the cold metal. As you did so, you continued to mutter a spew of incoherent pleads against the skin of his neck.

You placed a few more sweet kisses to the tight skin before slipping your tongue past your lips to lick at the flesh. Eren only shuffled a bit in his seat, readjusting himself, but still, he remained quiet.

"I want you, Eren." You admitted, speaking your words directly into his ear. You dragged a desperate hand down his torso, feeling every curve and divot of the profound muscles. He huffed an irritated breath before pushing your hand off of him.

You threw your hands up in defeat before backing away.

"You're no fun." You pouted while crossing your arms over your chest. You threw yourself onto the bed with an exasperated sigh. While laying quiet for a moment, you listened to the pattern of clicking coming from the keyboard as you let your mind wander.

Your thoughts didn't stray too far. Truthfully, the only thing you could think about was Eren. Your mind was always plagued with thoughts of him. Not a single one of them were ever clean either. Not in the slightest.

For some odd reason, you found yourself pushing your thighs together at the thought of him. You grew hot and uncomfortable as you let your mind drift off. The sole thought of Eren turning off his computer and walking over to you with the intent of fucking you stupid had your stomach flipping with excitement.

You wanted nothing more than to take all of him right then. You wanted to take him so deep, as much as he could give, or as much as you could take. You wanted him in the worst possible way. You wanted him in a way that one would consider worrisome.

God, you couldn't bear laying there anymore. You needed him so desperately, but he made it obvious that he wasn't going to give you what you wanted. The only option was to take matters into your own hands. If Eren wasn't going to give you what you want, so be it.

You dragged a slow hand down your body as you glanced over at Eren. You frowned as you noticed his eyes were still glued to the screen. All you wanted was his attention and you were willing to go great lengths to get just that.

With that same hand, you pushed your shirt up a bit to touch the skin that sat beneath. You carefully trailed your fingers along the soft skin of your stomach, trying to mimic Eren’s touch. Sliding your hand up just a bit, you began to massage the supple skin of your tits. Gently, you pinched the hardening buds. A barely audible gasp slipped past your lips at the contact.

You quickly looked over again to see if he noticed.

Nothing.

Before you even had time to think about it, you were sliding that hand back down your body and into your underwear. Your bottom lip quickly found itself tucked away between your teeth as you began making slow, cautious circles on your clit.

You couldn't help the whiny little moans that fell from your mouth as you felt your fingers becoming coated in your slick arousal. You always got so wet just from the thought of Eren. One could consider it almost piteous.

Two desperate fingers were quick to find themselves pushing into your wet little cunt. Your mouth fell open as you started to push them in and out of yourself. Small pants and whimpers made their way into the air as they came from your open mouth.

You rocked your hips into your hand, trying to get as much out of your fingers as you possibly could. It almost wasn't enough.

While pursing your lips together, you looked over once more. Eren's eyes weren't on you, but he was no longer typing on his keyboard. He sat still with his hands resting on the keys.

"God, are you that fucking desperate?" Eren spat. He never looked at you.

His words startled you but you couldn't stop yourself from nodding with furrowed eyebrows. "Eren, Please." You begged.

It was true. You were that desperate, and it pained you that he wasn't willing to help.

You looked absolutely pathetic–begging for God knows what. You were just mumbling whatever came to mind. You had no idea what you were begging for. Plead after plead fell from your mouth as you laid helplessly on the bed, fingers resting in your cunt.

With one hand, Eren was roughly pushing his headset back so that the unit could rest loosely around his neck. The hairs that were once tucked away by the headset fell in front of his face, messily covering his forehead in several dark brown strands of hair.

"Please what?" He closed his eyes and dropped his head into his hands. He proceeded to massage his temples, displaying his annoyance. "Do you even know what you're begging for?" He continued. His words were sharp and curt.

"You." Was all you could muster out. It was weak and a slight waver could be detected in your voice.

Eren scoffed at your words. He thought you sounded utterly pitiful. "You're unbelievable.” He muttered under his breath.

"Please, Eren?" You begged profusely as you shifted on the bed so that you could be positioned on your knees. You pushed out your bottom lip and you put on your best puppy-dog eyes. Eren never thought you looked more pitiful. He almost wanted to laugh.

God, you were such a mess for him. You didn't even have to think twice before you were pushing yourself up from the bed in order to stumble over to where he sat once again. 

Before Eren could protest, you were dropping to your knees before him. He glanced down for a second, shooting you with a look of annoyance. Ignoring it, you leaned forward to prop yourself up a little higher on your knees. Two hands were quick to find themselves sliding up his thighs in order to play with the thick fabric of his shorts. 

"Can’t you ever just listen the first time?" He questioned as he roughly pushed you away. Your back hit a leg of the desk behind you. You winced as jolts of sharp pain surged through your backside. Even while frowning in pain, you couldn't deny how good his harsh words made you feel.

"Please just let me. I want to make you feel good, baby, that’s all. Please?" You begged. And God, he was right. You sounded so fucking desperate. It was almost pathetic, he thought so too.

You didn't give him a chance to say anything else, before he could, you were running a hand up his thigh to gently palm him through his shorts. He wasn't even hard. Obviously, you thought. After all, you were the only one who was craving this anyway. Eren couldn’t care less.

"Please?" You mumbled again as you dropped your head so that your face could hover over his crotch. Leaning forward a little more, you kissed him through his shorts as you ran your little fingers all along his thighs. Eren remained quiet with a stoic grimace on his face.

While reaching towards the waistband of his shorts, you looked up at him with desperate eyes. You pulled the elastic back a bit before slipping a hand inside to pull his cock free. Gently, you held him in your hand. He was warm and heavy. You wanted nothing more than to put your lips on it. God, you'd do anything.

"Please can I put it in my mouth?" You whined. "Please?"

You'd beg all day if it meant you got even half the chance to please Eren. You'd beg until you couldn't beg anymore. Pride isn't something that necessarily influenced your actions when it came to him. If anything, it's the last thing. Ever since the day you met Eren, you quickly learned that ruining your pride was the only means of getting your way with him. So that's why you'd do it again, and again, and again. All because the only thing you ever want to do is please him.

It's the only thing you're good for.

His attention was no longer on you as his eyes were trained on the screen once again. "If it'll get you to fucking behave, knock yourself out." As Eren spoke, he was simultaneously pulling the headset from around his neck to place it back onto his head, pushing the messy strands of hair back to their respective places.

That was the only thing you needed to hear. With that, you were already parting your lips to slip him between them.

You took in as much of him as you could, wasting no time to feel him in the back of your throat. God, and even like this, he was still so big. He always stretched your jaw out real nicely.

Taking a deep breath, you relaxed your jaw to allow more of him to fit into your mouth. You could already feel your eyes beginning to brim with thick tears as he hit the back of your throat.

Slowly, you bobbed your head up and down, taking in as much of him as possible. Using both hands, you sloppily stroked what couldn't fit. He filled your mouth up so fucking good, you could hardly breathe. That's what you wanted though. You'd suffocate if it meant you got even half the chance to please him.

You hollowed your cheeks so that you could have a tighter suction around him, much like a vise. Every now and then, you'd give yourself a break, you did so by releasing him with an obscene pop in order to catch your breath. As you took a moment to breathe, you never stopped stroking him.

You lifted your head momentarily to part your lips, allowing saliva to fall from your tongue onto Eren's cock. You watched carefully as your spit slowly dripped from the tip, all the way to the base.

Suddenly, a harsh hand was gripping at your hair, directing your gaze upward. "Don't do too much." Eren spoke through gritted teeth. His features, which were illuminated by the white light of the screen, were as stolid as ever. You couldn't stop yourself from nodding with furrowed eyebrows.

You muttered a quick apology as you searched for his eyes. With that, Eren was releasing his grip from you with a slight push. And just like that, his attention was no longer on you.

You lowered your head onto him once again, determined to please him just the way he wants. Gently, you took him into your hands as you slipped your tongue past your wet lips. You licked a long, ponderous strip from the base, all the way to the head of his pretty cock. It was so fucking pretty, it almost pained you.

"It's so pretty." You shamefully admitted. "I love how it feels in my mouth." You muttered a few more praising words before taking him whole again. You weren't very loud when you spoke, it was almost a whisper. You would hate to upset Eren even more than he already was, so you kept your comments to yourself.

While swallowing around him, you couldn't control the silent gags or the saliva slipping from the corners of your mouth. It slowly dripped from your mouth, down your chin, and all over Eren's lap. There's no doubt that he'd scold you about ruining his new shorts. But that's for a later time. Now, the only thing you could think about was feeling his warm, white seed in the back of your throat. That's the only thing you wanted.

The only sounds that could be heard were your muffled moans and the rapid clicking coming from the keyboard above you. 

Eren remained relatively quiet with the exception of an occasional hiss at the feeling of your teeth grazing his dick every now and then. The only other sound he made was the huff of an irritated breath just to express his annoyance even further.

The feeling of Eren in your mouth always made your stomach turn–the good kind. The kind when you’d have to squeeze your thighs together. The kind when you‘d curl your toes because you can feel him in every part of your body. The kind when you can feel the warm arousal seeping from your cunt, ruining your pretty laced underwear. And the kind when you can't help but to moan and whimper around him as you roll your hips against absolutely nothing but the thick air beneath you.

As you sat on your knees before him, you just couldn't sit still. The feeling of your wet little cunt rubbing against the fabric of your underwear had you on the verge of cumming just like that, untouched.

You could hardly focus on pleasing Eren with being so aroused like that. You found yourself struggling as you tried to multitask– ignoring the growing heat between your legs while also trying to get your disapproving lover off. It was a shame how quickly it took for you to direct the attention onto yourself when the whole reason you're in the situation in the first place is because you wanted to please him , not the other way around. But you just couldn't help yourself. How selfish of you.

You almost froze when you felt a warm, heavy hand on the back of your neck, guiding your movements. Directing your gaze upward, you were met with an unamused Eren who had dark, hooded eyes.

"Wanna suck my dick so fucking bad but can't even do it right." Eren shook his head in disapproval before sighing. "Want me to help you, hm?" He hummed as he ran his fingers through your hair. He proceeded to push the tousled strands out of the way, revealing your cock-drunken features to him.

Eren thought you looked a complete and utter mess. Disheveled strands of hair stuck to your forehead with the thin layer of sweat that sat there. The bottom half of your face was dripping in your own saliva. You had a faint streak of mascara just below your eyes. And your face was stuffed full of cock. 

He was being so sweet, but you knew it was feign. The tone in which he spoke was dripping in a false sense of concern.

You could only muffle a broken moan in response as you couldn't exactly speak, not with your mouth stuffed like that anyway.

"Yeah? You want my help? Is that it?" He questioned again, a slight coo decorating his words with a pretty little bow. As he spoke, he was simultaneously pulling you off of him by your hair so that you could properly face him. You took it as an opportunity to nod, muttering a quick yes , ready to accept whatever he gives you.

"Of course you want my fucking help." Was the last thing Eren said before he was readjusting his grip on your hair to roughly push your head down onto him, the action forcing a harsh gag out of you.

He was quick to pick up a merciless pace almost immediately, roughly pushing and pulling your head off of him. The grip he had on your hair was tight and heavy. With the way his fingers were haphazardly entangled within your roots, it was sure to be knotted beyond repair when he finished with you. You couldn’t find yourself to care.

Eren never told you, but he loved when you got like this– all desperate to please him. He'd never admit to it though. He loved fucking your throat until your mascara was dripping halfway down your pretty face. He loved when you’d gagged around him because he was just a little too big for your mouth. He loved when you'd beg to taste him. And he loved how much of a cock slut you'd get for him. He loved it all, but he would never tell you. Behind that callous facade, he just couldn't get enough of you. Of course you'd never know.

The gags that came from you were guttural. He had tears prickling in the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill and run all down your flushed cheeks.

Getting Eren off always turned you into a cock-drunk mess. So drunk to the point you couldn’t even register him bringing his free hand down to pinch your nose, completely depriving you of air. Panicking, you began to slap at his thighs as you felt your throat beginning to constrict around him. The tightening sensation is what elicited a groan of pleasure from deep within his chest.

The tears that sat so heavily in your eyes finally fell, coating your cheeks in the warm, salty substance. Your muffled sobs of pleasure and the lewd squelching sound coming from your mouth was enough to have Eren's stomach churning in arousal.

"Yeah, take it all you nasty bitch." Eren suddenly spoke through gritted teeth as he continued to use your mouth. Though it shouldn't have, his brash words had you rutting your cunt against the heel of your foot like a fucking dog. You have never wanted to cum so bad in your life.

With the help of your involuntary movements, the arousal that sat so thickly at your entrance slowly spread itself all over the expanse of your cunt. The way you were uncomfortably shifting around on your knees every now and then in attemps to relieve yourself forced your slick to create the messiest wet patch on your underwear. It left behind the cutest little stain on the fabric, leaving the material a little darker than before.

Eren quickly pulled himself out of your mouth and took his cock in his palm. He proceeded to rub himself across your face, spreading your saliva all over your features. Slowly, he dragged the tip of his cock from your wet mouth, to your cheeks, across your nose, and all the way to your forehead. He even took it upon himself to slap you across the face with it, forcing you to wince in pain.

“Mmm yeah, you like when I slap you in the face with my cock? Huh?” As Eren questioned you, he repeated the action a few more times– slowly dragging his shaft across your face, only to slap you with it seconds later. There was no doubt that your cheeks would be flushed with the most obnoxious shade of crimson when he finished with you.

You found yourself nodding with rapidity. You weren’t sure why, but the physical pain was enough to have you on the verge of cumming in your underwear.

“Yeah? You like that shit?” Eren allowed a throaty moan to slip past his lips. “Nasty bitch.” Was the last thing Eren muttered before he was shoving himself back into your mouth, eliciting a gag from you.

Without thinking, Eren began to thrust his hips upward, meeting your face halfway. It was involuntary, but he couldn't stop himself from doing it. He tried so hard to stifle the moans that rested so prominently in his chest. 

Every now and then, those unwarranted moans would slip past Eren's lips even though he tried his hardest to suppress them. The sounds that came from him went straight to your core, only adding to the building puddle of arousal between your legs.

God, it was so uncomfortable– sitting there before him with soiled underwear. The dull ache you felt deep in your core quickly grew irritating and you wanted nothing more than to relieve yourself.

You couldn't stop yourself from slipping a needy hand past the waistband of your thin underwear to touch yourself as you messily got your boyfriend off. The immediate sense of relief you felt as soon as your hand came into contact with your sopping cunt was peerless.

The moan that came from your occupied mouth was borderline pornographic. It was a muffled, high pitched moan. The kind of moan that takes its time to build up, deep within your chest, waiting until that perfect moment. It was one of those pathetic moans too– the kind when you can't be quiet even if you wanted to.

You could almost cry right then. You weren't sure if it was from the feeling of your fingers rubbing along your slick folds with a sense of urgency, or the fact that Eren was lodged in the back of your throat and you could hardly breathe. Maybe both perhaps. Whatever the reason was, you couldn't find yourself to complain, not that you wanted to anyway.

"This is the only thing you ever wanna do, huh?" As he questioned you, he never stopped bucking his hips into your mouth. "Suck my dick like a fucking whore?" He cocked his head to the right before continuing.

“Yeah, I bet you love sucking my dick, right?” He paused for a moment to allow a throaty groan to escape his open mouth, “You like making me feel good, is that it? Hm?”

Though Eren was well aware that you couldn't exactly speak, part of him was still expecting an answer. God, you tried so hard to respond to him. The only sounds you could make in response were incomplete moans and the sputter of you choking around him, but that's not what he wanted.

With a harsh hand, Eren was pulling you up by your hair once again, forcing your gaze onto his unsatisfied face. He wasn't pleased. "Answer me." He spoke through clenched teeth.

Almost immediately you found yourself nodding up at him, chanting small yeses and mhms in response. "Yes, I love it… I love it so much." You could feel more tears forming in your eyes as you replied.

His rough tone had your sopping walls pulsing around your fingers. It was all a bit much for your poor brain to handle. You could hardly think.

As you stared up at him, Eren's gradually tightening grip on your hair had you wincing in pain, but it was a pain that you didn't mind. Some sick part of you liked the pain to some extent– maybe you even got off to it. A bit of a masochist don't you think?

“I bet you would just love it if I fucked you too, wouldn’t you?” Eren couldn't even finish his sentence before you began nodding up at him with haste. In that moment, the only thing that occupied your foggy mind was the thought of him so deep inside of you as you laid beneath him so compliently like a good girl should. You wanted that more than anything. You wanted him more than anything.

“Yeah? Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you?” Eren questioned as he placed a hand on your cheek, caressing the warm skin with his thumb.

You nodded once more.

What pained you is that he knew exactly what you wanted. Eren always knew, even if he pretended he didn’t. He wasn’t dumb, he just loved when you’d get so desperate to the point you can’t help but to beg for him. What an egotistic fuck.

“Yes please... I want you to fuck me, Eren.” You confirmed, shifting around uncomfortably as he continued to stroke your cheek. “Please?”

Eren didn’t respond. Instead, he removed his hand from your face in order to help you to your feet. Your hands fell back to grip onto the desk behind you and your knees buckled as you tried to regain your balance. He placed two seemingly reassuring hands on your waist to stabilize you.

Eren turned you around so that you could face his monitor. The features of your pretty face lit up from the bright light of the screen in front of you. He proceeded to roughly push your body forward, forcing you to fall onto the desk with a shallow gasp. Your face and clothed chest were now flush with the dark, polished wood.

With one hand, Eren was pushing your soiled underwear to the side, revealing your dripping cunt to him. With his other hand, he began slowly stroking his dick with the help of your saliva from earlier. He nudged the head against your entrance and sighed before speaking, “If I fuck you, I don’t wanna hear you. I don’t want you to touch me. I don’t even want you to look at me. You think you can listen to me for once and do that?”

You took a moment to process what he said. You could feel your heart sink in your chest as you tried to make sense of his harsh words. How were you ever going to stay quiet? Whenever Eren did fuck you, it was virtually impossible for you to even keep your mouth closed.

Before you could amass enough brainpower to respond, Eren was pulling you up from the desk by the thick neckline of your shirt, slightly choking you in the process.

He dropped his head low enough so that he could be level with your face. “Are you even comprehending what I’m saying to you right now? Or are you too much of a brainless slut to understand me?” His voice was sharper than a cleaver and his warm breath fanned across your face.

He was being awfully mean to you, but for some odd reason, you didn’t find yourself to mind it. If anything, it only helped turn you into the drunkest little slut for him.

“Yes… yes, I understand. Please… please just fuck me.” Your words were beginning to slur together as you spoke sporadically. You even felt yourself struggling to breathe. With that, Eren released his hold on your shirt, making you fall forward with a mild thud. Your face was now pressed against his keyboard.

For some unknown reason, begging for Eren always made your vision go blurry with thick tears. You were never sure if it was the result of desperation or just pure sexual avidity.

Eren took his dick in his hand and began rubbing the head all along your glistening folds, painfully slow. Without even realizing, you began involuntarily rolling your hips at the feeling of him. It helped ease the aching tension between your legs.

“Don’t move.” Eren spoke. Two heavy hands were coming down to grip at your hips in order to keep you still. You mumbled a weak apology, hoping that he’d come around to forgive you.

He moved his hands down just a bit so that they could rest on the ample skin of your ass. With both hands, he proceeded to spread you apart, putting your pussy on display for him even further.

No matter how much of a facade Eren put on before you, he would never be able to get over the sight of your pretty little pussy. It was just too good. Of course you’d never know.

“When I’m done with you, you’re gonna leave me alone. You got that?” Eren questioned as he simultaneously began pushing the tip of himself inside of you. You slowly nodded as your mouth fell open at the feeling of him.

A strong hand was coming down to entangle itself within your hair. That same hand was pulling at your roots, forcing your gaze upward, “Tell me that you understand.” Eren demanded. He wasn’t even halfway inside of you and you already found yourself struggling to speak. How pathetic.

“I… I understand. Just please…” Your sentence trailed off when you felt him push himself inside of you a little further. With his fingers still tucked in your hair, Eren proceeded to shove your face down onto the desk, smushing your cheek as he did so. “God, Eren… please.”

Though he couldn’t exactly see your face, Eren just knew you had the most pitiful look etched across all of your features. He knew because it’s the same exact look you’d give him every single time he was about to fuck you senseless. It was almost habitual.

Your eyebrows would knit together as if someone tied them up at the center and pulled them toward the ceiling with a microscopic string. Your wet lips would part just the slightest bit as drool would threaten to spill out the corners of your mouth. And your eyes wouldn’t only be glossed over with tears, but they’d also be glossed over with a look of raw desperation. Absolutely pitiful.

Before you could piece together another feasible thought, Eren was pushing himself the rest of the way inside of you without so much as a warning. Immediately, you found yourself squirming away from him as you were far too sensitive to take all of him so soon. What’s odd is that this is exactly what you asked for, so you’d think you’d be a little more appreciative, right?

Both of Eren’s hands were coming down once again to hold you in place. He had one hand on your waist, while the other was just a little further down, resting on the curve of your hip. The grip he had on you was heavy enough to leave the prettiest little marks for you to discover the next day.

While beginning to rock his hips into you, slow enough to have you on the verge of sobbing, Eren lowered his head so that it could hover over your own before speaking. “You wanted me to fuck you, right?” As he questioned you, he was starting to pick up his pace, quickening the thrust of his hips.

Your mouth sat open while small, untimed breaths fell from it, no other sound would form. With teary and crossed eyes, you nodded to the man above you.

“Then act like it.” He spoke through gritted teeth.

You slowly nodded once again.

As Eren pushed himself in and out of your cunt, you found it nearly impossible to keep quiet. Each time his pelvis met with the curve of your ass, you could feel him so fucking deep– so deep to the point you wanted nothing more than to cry out for him, but Eren wouldn’t like that and you would hate to further upset him. Instead, you just laid there before him, face pressed to the desk, with parted lips and a slack jaw.

The way his hips collided with your ass so roughly had you on the brink of cumming right then. It was far too soon and you knew it, but the feeling of your stomach clenching all the while your sopping walls pulsed around him had your mind going all fuzzy. If you weren’t mistaken, part of you swore you saw white splotches in your vision.

You wanted nothing more than to tell Eren how good he was making you feel, but he made it very clear that he didn’t want to hear you.

No matter how much Eren pretended he didn’t want to fuck you, he always did it so fucking well. The way his cock would graze against your slick walls with each thrust of his hips was always so perfect to say the absolute least. It always had your stomach churning in the thickest arousal.

Eren could almost cringe at how wet you were. The way your slick coated his cock in the shiniest, most glossiest layer had him wanting to scold you for it. He wasn’t completely sure why though. Truthfully, he never understood why you would get so wet for him when all he’d ever do was call you the meanest names.

Sometimes, Eren would feel bad for being so mean to you, but then he would notice how aroused his harsh words got you so it made him feel a bit better about it. He just couldn’t help but to be rude. Who could blame him anyway? You were always so fucking annoying when you’d get like this. He couldn’t help himself. He would do just about anything to shut you up. Ever since the day he met you, he quickly learned that fucking you was the only way you’d ever stay quiet.

He felt indescribably good, filling your pussy up to the fucking brim, but you needed so much more of him. You needed him so much deeper than what he was giving.

Without thinking, you began pushing back onto him, attempting to meet his thrusts halfway. You found yourself panting like a fucking dog as you took what you needed from him.

“Don’t fucking move, [your name].” With a deft hand, Eren was pushing down onto your lower back as an attempt to keep you grounded. You could hardly move with his hand there. That’s exactly what he wanted.

You couldn’t help the choked moans and whimpers that slipped past your lips. Moan after moan fell from your open mouth as Eren pushed himself into you. You never came to realize how much noise you were even making until one of Eren’s hands were coming down to wrap itself around your throat, lifting your body up from the desk.

“Eren… ‘Ren, please.” You gasped and sobbed to the man behind you as you felt his grip on your throat gradually tighten. Desperately, you reached up with both hands to grab at the wrist that choked you.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” He spat. With his free hand, Eren was peeling you off of him.

He had your backside pressed against his chest whilst he continued to fuck himself into you. With his face pressed to your neck and lips ghosting the shell of your ear, Eren spoke, “Do you remember me telling you that I didn’t want to hear you?”

You whispered a small yes as you nodded to him.

“Yeah? You remember that?” He questioned again, a slight coo dancing in his tone.

 You mumbled yet another yes in response.

“Then why the fuck can I hear you? Huh?” The tone in which he spoke had your stomach clenching and walls pulsing around him. You couldn’t help but to apologize to him. You felt terrible for disobeying, but it’s not like you meant to. It was his fault anyway. He knew you couldn’t stay quiet even if you wanted to.

With your throat still in Eren’s hand and your back to his chest, he began to fuck you harder. The soft skin of your ass would ripple with the force of each thrust. The sound was obscene. That was the only thing that could be heard, other than your shallow gasps of air and Eren’s heavy breathing from behind you. 

Every now and then, a grunt or a barely audible groan would erupt from deep within Eren’s chest. He didn’t mean for you to hear him, as he didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of knowing that part of him was enjoying this. But you heard him, loud and clear.

Somehow, you managed to turn your head far enough to the side in an attempt to catch a quick glimpse of Eren. The sight you were met with was enough to have your legs trembling as they dangled from the desk, almost on the verge of giving out.

Each and every one of his admirable features was worth mentioning. It was the way his eyebrows furrowed together just the teeniest bit at the center. The way his forehead glistened in the thinnest layer of sweat. The way those messy strands of hair tried to peek through his headset. The way his abdomen would clench with every thrust of his hips. Even the way his mouth hung open just the slightest as unanticipated moans slipped from it. God, it was all worth mentioning.

Eren could swear on his life that he hated this, although you’d never believe him. That pure sight of him alone was more than enough evidence to prove that you weren’t the only one craving this. Eren craved it too. Maybe not nearly as much as you, but a small part of him didn’t mind it.

He would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t enjoying this. He always enjoyed fucking himself into your sweet little pussy until your brain was nothing but mush. He loved it when you’d throw yourself at him so that he could use you like the little slut that you are. And most of all, he loved it when you’d disobey him so that he’d have an actual excuse to be mean to you.

Fuck, there’s nothing Eren loved more than being mean to his sweet little girlfriend. It’s the one thing that turned him on the absolute most without fail.

Eren must have felt your lingering gaze because the hand that was coming up to your face startled you half to death.

“You must like it when I’m mean to you, huh?” As he spoke, he was using a single hand to completely cover your mouth, nose, and eyes– not only muffling your moans, but blocking your vision and obstructing your breathing as well. His hand covered the entirety of your face. “Is that why you disobey me? Because you like when I treat you like shit?” He questioned you once more, jerking your face in aggression as he spoke.

You couldn’t stop yourself from nodding. Your salty tears and muffled sobs of pleasure were absorbed into his palm.

“I gave you a few simple instructions, yet you still managed to disobey every single one of them.” You whispered a barely audible apology only to be hushed by Eren. You heard him deeply sigh before readjusting himself behind you. He didn’t want to hear your apologies nor did he care. As a matter of fact, he couldn't care less.

You heard him shuffling around behind you in an attempt to find a new position. Eren pushed the desk chair to his side and proceeded to hike his right leg up, planting his foot on the chair’s cushion. He then readjusted his grip on your hips, his fingernails digging into the sensitive flesh. God, it stung so bad– almost to the point it felt good.

Eren pulled himself all the way out of you, the tip of himself resting just at your entrance. You almost wanted to frown at the loss of contact. With one of his hands, he took his cock and began rubbing the head along the expanse of your cunt, careful as to not miss a single part of you. He dragged himself from your clit, all the way down to your entrance again, pushing in the head just a bit, only to pull it out just as quickly. He did that a few times, seeing how long you could endure this before you would lose your mind.

It didn’t take long for you to start whining at the feeling of him. Eren wasn’t surprised. It hadn’t even been more than a few seconds before you started huffing irritated breaths, whimpering his name, and muttering all kinds of pathetic pleads.

“If you don’t shut up, I’m going to leave you like this, [your name].” As Eren spoke, he never stopped his tortuous movements. “You don’t want me to leave you like this, do you?” He continued as he ran a calloused hand down your back, tracing your spine. You immediately shook your head.

The way Eren had you nearly falling apart before him was almost sad. He had you like putty in his hands. You’d let him mold you into just about anything he wanted, whenever he wanted. You were always willing to do anything for that man. Not only was it pathetic, but it was miserable.

Eren pushed the head of himself inside of you once more before bottoming out in a single thrust. Almost immediately, he picked up the most merciless pace imaginable.

He was fucking you so good and hard, that your entire body would move with each thrust of his hips. The desk would creak just the slightest bit each time his pelvis met with the curve of your ass. With his leg hiked up on the chair like that, he was able to hit a spot so deep, you were afraid you’d cum before you even wanted to.

You could hear Eren’s shaky breaths and deep grunts from behind you. Everytime he went to inhale, his breath would hitch just the slightest bit in his throat. You even noticed the barely audible whimpers in each of his breaths. He only did that when he was about to cum. He thought you wouldn’t notice, but you did. You always noticed.

He felt so fucking good to the point you were a few more thrusts away from cumming. You began panting like a bitch in heat as you felt your walls closing around him. And though you were tightening around his dick, Eren’s thrusts never fluctuated. He held that same, cruel pace he began with, not faltering in the slightest.

You wanted to tell Eren that you were cumming. You really did, but you knew you couldn’t. All you could do was lay there and take all of him as you tried to stifle your moans and whimpers. It was hard– trying to remain quiet while on the brink of cumming. Of course Eren knew you were struggling, he just didn’t care.

Your poor brain couldn’t even register the harsh orgasm that coursed through your body. The feeling of your abdomen contracting and the fluttering of your soft walls around his cock made it nearly impossible for you to breathe. Your head felt warm and fuzzy as your long awaited orgasm finally washed over your limp body, leaving you a twitching, stuttering mess. That feeling would always be unmatched.

The force of Eren’s thrusts had your cum leaking out of you, creating the biggest mess. Your heavy release coated your cunt, the expanse of your ass, and Eren’s cock in a milky-white layer. Fuck, it was so messy.

Eren couldn’t help but to throw his head back as he let a guttural groan fall from his mouth. He allowed his head to dangle over his broad shoulders as he stared up at the ceiling. The feeling of you cumming around him made it extremely hard for even him to keep quiet. What a hypocrite.

“You think you deserve my cum?” Eren questioned. As he prompted you, he was directing his gaze down from the ceiling and onto your ruined body. You began nodding desperately. You wanted his cum more than anything. You needed it.

“Yeah? You think so?” Eren cooed. He pulled himself out of you to hastily stroke himself in his hand, his gaze fixated on your cunt. Your slick and viscous arousal coated both his cock and his palm in the messiest layer. You started mumbling small mhms and whimpers in response.

With his free hand, Eren pulled you up from the desk by your shirt and finally turned you around. As he did so, he never stopped stroking himself. You were finally able to get a decent look at him and God, he was so fucking fine. His face was dusted with the faintest shade of red, his forehead was sticky with beads of sweat, and his cock was dripping in your release. The headset that was once around his head wasn’t even there anymore, it was barely resting around his neck– dangerously close to falling off.

Eren brought that same hand up to your head, threading his fingers within your hair. With a single hand, he was pushing you to your knees. You fell to the floor with a loud thud. It didn’t take much resistance from you, if any at all. Your knees were far too weak for you to even attempt any form of defiance, not that you wanted to anyway.

You were now face to face with Eren’s cock.

A set of teary, doed eyes and knitted eyebrows were staring up at Eren as he sloppily stroked himself in front of your face. You sat on your knees before him, practically drooling like a fucking puppy ready to receive a treat.

“You want it?” Eren asked, cocking his head to the side, his thick fingers still tucked in your hair.

You nodded up at him. He knew what you wanted.

With his hand still on your head, Eren began to pull at your roots, forcing your gaze upward. He continued to stroke himself in front of you. He was so close to your face, you felt the head of his cock brush the tip of your nose.

“Oh fuck.” Eren silently cursed under his breath when he felt his stomach tightening at the same time his cock was twitching in his hand. As he felt himself nearing his orgasm, his grip on your hair only tightened, slowly forcing your head further back.

The sounds that came from him were guttural. He finally allowed those choked up moans and hitched breaths to fall freely from his mouth as he began to release himself. Warm, translucent ropes of cum were being released all over you. Your entire face was covered in it– your lips, your nose, your cheeks, and even your forehead was dripping in the sticky substance.

Eren pumped himself in his hand a few more times with slow, languid strokes before he began dragging his dripping tip across your face, spreading his seed. He dragged his cock from your cheek, across the bridge of your nose, all the way to the opposite side of your face before ending at your lips. He proceeded to push himself into your mouth one final time, forcing you to gag around him. He only laughed at your response.

Eren exhaled a sigh of exhaustion before pulling his shorts back up his thighs. The hand he used to stroke himself with was still wet with both of your cum, so Eren took it upon himself to wipe his hand on your shirt, staining the fabric with his seed. He made sure to look you in your eyes as he did so.

“Clean this shit up.” Was the last thing Eren said to you before he was sitting back down and pulling his headset from around his neck to place it back onto his head. He unpaused that stupid computer of his and just like that, his attention was no longer on you.

You never moved. You stayed still in the same exact position he left you. Your face felt all warm and sticky, but you didn’t mind it. If anything, you loved it. You loved how Eren’s cum felt as it dripped down your cheeks.

You loved it so much that you decided to take your index finger and swipe it across your face, collecting the sticky substance. You proceeded to push that very finger into your mouth, sucking him clean off the skin. You hummed to yourself in satisfaction as you tried to savor the taste of Eren on your tongue.

You were content– happy even. You got exactly what you wanted just like always. Eren could never say no to you no matter how hard he tried. But now that you’ve got what you so desperately craved, you’re going to leave Eren alone to play his game just like he asked you… right?

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[tacticalprincess]

18+ minors dni

könig keeps your paraphernalia around him at all times when he’s deployed to keep him going. he swears you’re his good luck charm – “the thought of you makes me preform better, schatz.” sweet letters you wrote him spritzed with your even sweeter perfume tucked in the trousers of his tactical pants while he’s out on missions as a reminder not to be so reckless. jewelry you made him hidden under his cloth, rubbing against his neck so he doesn’t forget that for the first time, he has something to lose. pictures of your pretty face practically glued in his wallet so he knows what he’s coming home for, occasionally showing you off to the rest of the crew because he can’t help the pride he feels for having such a pretty, precious little thing waiting on him. the pair of panties you snuck into his suitcase to keep him company while he’s tossing and turning in his cold, dark bunker, stroking the lace against his aching cock to sedate and keep him warm the way only you can. nothing compares to the real thing, though, and he’s constantly counting down the minutes until you materialize again.

[atinystaypixie]

Lesson of Rejection

Summary: You are a princess, and as a princess, you don't take rejection well. When your top guard does reject you, its only natural you teach him a lesson.

WC: 2.5k+

CW: 18+, MDNI!!, gang bang, spit roasting, unimplied unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, especially in these situations), cumming in pants, oral (m&f receiving), bondage, public (ish) setting

Requested by: @princeasimdiya12 thank you for waiting luv!

Nanami is a well respected man. Every subordinate looks up to him, all fellow guards admire his strength, and no one is trusted like him. Your father adores him and is the only man he allows to be close to you.

He is always close to you, watching you, and if you look close enough, admiring you. In the comfort of your room of the large palace, you wear minimal clothing and his eyes will occasionally scan the enticing skin of your body. You are a smart girl, and can clearly sense when a man is interested in you. Especially when the well reserved man is caught with the tips of his ears turning red from helping you undress.

You had stormed to your room in a fit of anger after the meeting with your father and your supposed future husband. The man he introduced to you made your skin crawl. A creepy smile, weird stitches across his forehead, and such a disgusting way of talking down on others. But for some reason, your dad couldn’t stop praising him.

“I mean how could he?! He didn’t even ask if that’s what I wanted! Marry THAT man? That disgusting man? How dare he?!” You exclaim stomping around your room and throwing your jewelry about. He told you to come your best dressed and you took your precious time getting all pretty just to be met with this bullshit.

“Don’t just stand there! Help me get this off!” You directed your anger towards Nanami. He understood you were upset, so he didn’t take offense to you raising your voice at him. Usually the maids would help you with this task, but in your fit of rage you told no one to enter your room and that meant only Nanami would be near you. He always is there with an open ear when you go on tangents.

“He’s just marrying me off like some kind of property! Am I not human?” His callous fingers work the laced up ribbons undone. Your dress slipping off your body leaving your backside completely exposed to him. The panties and bra leaving little skin covered. His mind wanted to be respectful and look away, but his eyes stared longer than what could be considered an accident.

“I will not-,” you stop ranting as you turn around. He’s closer than expected and his eyes are hooded. It’s not for long and he quickly changes back to his professional poker face, but it was long enough for you to catch. He turns his head giving you the view of his ears. You suppress a smile and go back to blowing up about your father. Tonight’s events aren’t even a worry anymore, it’s being exposed and forcing Nanami to stay in close proximity for as long as possible.

For at least ten more minutes, Nanami was forced to endure your nearly bare figure strutting around. Your words go in one ear and out the other. His eyes were doing the best to not land on you, but you were making it difficult by making sure to stay in his line of sight. You finally stop dramatically in front of him. The jiggle of your breasts catch his lowered eyes.

“Nanamins, I refuse to be given to that man. He’s not even my type.” Your voice is lowered and dripping with seduction. A well manicured finger pressing against his firm chest through his clothes. It was fine until you started dragging your finger lower at the end of your sentence.

Any other man would have folded right at that moment, any other man would have gone in for a kiss, but Nanami was not any other man. His hand wraps around your wrist halting your actions.

“Miss. I am afraid you are extremely frustrated. It is best if you get some rest. Have a good night.” He gently releases his grip and turns on his hills. This did not sit easy with you. Yes, you were teasing the man and didn’t truly expect for things to go far, but the fact he completely just rejected and left you? That was not going to fly over well.

Nanami didn’t release the effect his actions had. He didn’t realize the fire pit that being professional and sticking to his duties had thrown him in.

It wasn’t until he found himself in the current predicament that he released just how bad you didn’t like being told no.

He entered the training room with powerful strides as usual. You had ordered a special session and without question he showed up along with the other higher ranked guards. He was informed on the information while having tea with you. You were close to him and would often ask him to drink with you. It wasn’t as if he could truly refuse, he was your personal guard and would have to be in close proximity while following every order anyways.

“Today, I would like to do something different.” Your head held high and you spoke to your guards. Nanami internally raised an eyebrow, his curiosity never playing across his face. He knew something was completely awry when you ordered each of them that this session would be kept from your father. “With this session, I want to practice, how should I say,” you do a humming sound of thought, “rejecting.” A smile etches onto your face. The word spikes Nanami’s attention. He was top guard for a reason and his wit was a part of that reason. Unease wasn’t an emotion he felt often, but after the events of the other night, he couldn’t help but feel as if that night and this session tied together.

“Yuki,” you call to the female guard who acts like more of an assistant than anything to you. “Pass me what I asked you to bring.” There is a silk covering on what appears to be a cart. “Gojo,” this time your attention is directed towards the tall, white-haired guard, “take off your pants.” If his eyes weren’t covered, they would be seen popping wide before relaxing again.

Gojo couldn’t say he quite understood the command, but either way he liked where this was going. It was no secret that most, if not all, the guards had an attraction to you. So if you commanded the man to take his pants off, he would gladly do it for you. He was almost too eager, making you swallow a scoff. Your deviant eyes flicked to Nanami and he was still standing straight and at attention without a noticeable shift in demeanor. He wouldn’t be like that long.

A series of orders were thrown out. The guards moved quickly and swiftly as each had a separate one directed towards them. In all their time of training, in all their time of serving, none of them expected to ever be in this situation.

Gojo and Sukuna stuff you full as Nanami is tied with his hands behind his back. His cock straining against his pants as he watched your pussy wrap around Gojo’s dick and your pretty lips soak in your own spit as Sukuna fucks into your throat. You knew that Nanami was suffering, and suffering badly at that. The tea you had him drink this morning had more than sugar added to it.

“Such a slut, Princess.” Gojo spoke, still pistoning his hips forward aiming to reach the deepest pits of your insides. The squelching of your pussy sounds every time his hips connect to your ass, skin to skin filling the room. At this point your eyes were glazed over and sweat was coating your skin. Any moan you had was immediately caught by Sukuna’s dick, turning into gurgles.

Your ears perk at the deep whine that just graced them. Despite having two cocks filling you, your senses immediately clear and your eyes snap to the blonde haired man. His eyebrows tightly scrunched, chest rising and falling heavily, and a red tint to his cheeks. The moans leaving you turn into a choked laugh.

Sukuna groans when he feels your hand push at his hips, removing him from your mouth. “Nanami, was there something you wanted to say?” Your neat eyebrow raises as your hand wraps around the long dick in front of you, your tongue swirling around the tip as you hold eye contact with the restrained man.

“-ease” his words are breathy and low. His body is in so much need of even the simplest touch that he can barely speak.

“Speak up.”

“Please…please, Miss.” The hips that were once rocking into yours stops, Sukuna’s focus is no longer on your plump lips, and Yuki’s face is showing clear shock. They had never heard Nanami sound so needy, so submissive. Their head guard speaking without the normal command in his voice threw all of them off and they didn’t know what to do. “Please, I need relief,” he begged.

“Hmm…,” a heavy pause weighs in the room, “no. We’re working on rejection, remember? I know you are all too familiar with it.” A smirk plays on your lips as you signal Gojo and Sukuna to get back to work. Their egos boosting from getting to fuck into you while the one man who has infinite access to you suffers.

Your walls squeeze around Gojo making his head fall back and eyes clamp shut, “fuck! Princess, if you keep doing that I won’t be able to hold it.”

You release Sukuna with a pop, “go on. I’m not stopping you,” is all you say before going back to sucking. That’s all he needs to feel his balls tightening and dick twitching. He hurriedly pulls out of you and covers your pussy in his seed. The white substance landing on your puffy clit and pussy lips. He lets out deep moans and grunts as he strokes all of his cum onto your cunt.

Sukuna wasn’t far behind, your mouth was so warm and wet around him and it didn’t help that your hand was stroking the parts of him that you couldn’t fit. Your tongue running over his sensitive tip at just the right times had him in the same position Gojo was in moments ago. His eyes were clamping shut and his lips were parted releasing moans.

“Princess, I am close. Please.” He said in broken breaths. The hum you did around his dick letting him know that he could sent him over the edge. His abdomen clenched as he released his seed on your tongue.

Nanami couldn’t take seeing two men release their seed onto you. He was on the verge of cumming without even being touched. Although his skin was hot and his dick was angrily throbbing, he noticed that you hadn’t come. But he didn’t need to say it, because you were already getting up and walking over to him on shaky legs. You grabbed his chin and made him look up at you.

“Look at you,” you scoffed. “Clean me up.” He felt your fingers grip the locks of his hair and before he can say anything, your cum covered pussy meets his lips. If he was in his right state of mind he would have immediately resisted, but he wasn’t. Your clit hitting his nose and his tongue greeting your used hole had an animalistic moan rising out of his chest. He couldn’t bring himself to care that he had to clear another man's seed to get the full taste of your pussy, his body was in so much need that even sniffing your used cunt was making him spiral more.

“Good fucking boy,” you bit your lip as your eyes stayed focused on him. The view was perfect. Your legs widen and his face directly between them as you humped on his face. He was licking at your cunt like a starved man, his tongue lapping up your slit and catching your clit before pushing back into your hole. Gojo and Sukuna might have just got done using you, but Nanami’s tongue was making your body weak. He was making sure to catch every drop of your juices and the pleasure you were feeling was obvious from the way you were moaning. Your moans making the two already spent men feel their dicks start twitching again.

You felt the coil in your stomach getting ready to pop. Your fingers gripping tighter at the blonde strands between them and your hips bucking with more aggression.

Without warning, you cum in Nanami’s mouth. The taste of your release making his dick immediately spurt cum into his pants. His body was shaking while whimpers and moans fell from his lips. His hand rested against your thigh as he caught his breath.

The laugh you let out as you moved his head from your thigh was condescending. You lower to in front of him and unzip his pants reaching your hand in. “You came in your pants,” you stroke his sensitive dick causing another whine to come from him before pulling your hand back out. “I mean look! You made such a mess and I didn’t even touch your dick!” Another laugh left you, off to the side small chuckles could be heard from Sukuna and Gojo.

Your laughs die down and you lean close to his ear and whisper, “the next time you reject me, I won’t be so nice.” You pull away and wrap your cum covered hand around his chin, “thank Nanami for today’s session. Clean up and continue with the day,” you look at Nanami again, “except you. Stay like this, cum soaked pants and everything for the rest of the day.” You gather a robe off of the cart you ordered Yuki to bring you earlier and exit the room.

In passing later, you see that the guards have all returned to their fixed attires and two especially have wide grins on their face. As Nanami returns to you, you see he has done as you asked. The proof being the clear stain at the front of his pants.

“Miss, I am sorry for rejecting you and I have reflected, but could you please allow me to change so I may look appropriate in appearance.”

Your answer comes quickly and without a bat of the eye, “no. Everyone feels the need to tell me what’s going to happen despite my wishes lately. I don’t like it, so in a start to correcting it, you’ll stay like this until the end of the day.” He didn’t protest or speak further after that, he knew it would only make it worse. In any other situation he would have tried to talk you down, but he had suffered enough embarrassment of the day. Before returning to you, Gojo, Sukuna, and Yuki had their fun mocking him. It wouldn’t be the end of it either because he still had a training session to lead later on in the day.

But Nanami was the head guard for a reason, he was the guard entrusted to be close to you for a reason. He couldn’t be deemed the top guard if he didn’t realize the tea he had with you countless times before tastes different. A small aftertaste and the heating of his blood gave away all he needed to know. The guards may have something to mock him about now, but they won’t be the ones inside of your tight pussy for many nights to come, nor will they be the reason your pending marriage will fail.

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[glitch-karma]

Can I request another part of your "forgetful reader" headcanons you did but with Jouno, Fyodor, and Ranpo? Nikolai too if that's not too many characters, but dont worry about him if it is. Same prompt but with these characters

I was actually just thinking about my forgetful reader hc's the other day, Idk if other writers do this but I always go back and read my older stuff lmao

So here's part two, I had a bit of trouble figuring out what Nikolai would give his partner as a gift, so that isn't specified, I did add Chuuya and Sigma though

Cw: Degradation/name calling in Jouno's, Slightly spicy in Fyodor's, Kinda OOC Fyodor

Jouno

Low-key high-key an asshole

Don't get me wrong I'm in love with him,

But his love language is degradation (hot)

Jouno constantly is making fun of and being rude about how forgetful you are

If it seriously bothers you, he'll try his best to lay off as much as possible

Only because it's you though

He does get very irritated though

He got you a lovely set of earrings that resembled his a bit

They were honestly very nice and semi-expensive

You had always kept them in a tiny jewelry box on your nightstand

But after a rough day of trying to catch terrorists, you'd clumsily taken them off and fallen asleep

When you were getting ready for work the next morning, you realized they'd gone missing

In a panic, you tore apart your apparent in search of them

After a while, you heard a voice that made you wanna puke

"What's up with you huh? Why's my little troublemaker so frantic?"

Oh my lord no

"What are you talking about.?"

"Oh please, your heartbeat is a dead giveaway. Along with the shakiness in your voice. Can't hide from me y'know."

You shakily sighed as you admitted you'd lost the earrings

"Pft- are you kidding?"

He laughed slightly walking towards you

"How pathetic of you, losing a gift from your precious boyfriend?" He sighs in 'frustration'

"They were expensive too, do you even have a concept of money?" He laughs,

At this point, small drops of tears filled your eyes slowly as he kept poking fun at you

"Honestly how air-headed can you get? Tsk, should I be questioning this relationship?"

After a few seconds of silence, Jouno tensed as he heard your quiet whimpers.

He'd gone too far.

For a second, he didn't really know what to do

He sighed, bending down next to you and wrapping his arm around you.

"'m sorry." He mumbled lightly

You sniffled a bit, you looked up to see the concerned frown on his face, along with the softness that was rare for you to see in him

After a moment you sighed, leaning into his shoulder

"I'll get you a million more pairs if it means I don't have to hear you cry again. Truly."

He really was a good man, he just had some issues showing it.

But in the meantime, he'll let you teach him how to open up

I literally love him so much even if he's a dick head

Fyodor

He kinda just doesn't care-

I don't see him as the type to really mind stuff like that in a partner

But I don't really see him doing anything to help per se

He'll give you light reassurance if you're upset, but I don't see him doing too much more though

Surprisingly, he didn't buy you a country

He got you a necklace that was very clearly expensive, it had a key attached to it that was also made of some metal that did not look cheap, along with the small Diamonds and sapphires lacing the key (Real btw you tested it)

It was extravagantly expensive, and he made sure you knew that was less than you deserved (He couldn't find countries on the market)

Wow what a nice gift

Now where the hell did it go?

You, of course, retraced every step

Your apartment? Cleaned vigorously to search and find it

The cafe by your house? You paid every worker to search for it

The Doa office? A wreck

You were ass up on the floor looking under one of the couches when you heard a whistle behind you

When you tuned you saw the man you were scared to see

"Why might you be in such a comprehensive pose my paradox?"

You shakily sighed as you hit your head on the floor

Fyodor then quickly determined why you were on the floor by the necklace missing from your neck

He chuckled a bit as he walked towards you

He leaned down and picked you up, silencing you as he carried you to a basement you were unaware of

Before you could question, he pulled out the necklace, inserted the key into a large door, opening it to reveal a giant glorious room filled with all your favorite things, comfortable chairs, and a giant kitchen

As he set you down you started freaking out

"It's not quite done yet, I wasn't intending for you to lose it so fast. I'll get some help in here as well."

"You- This was all a plan for me?"

You yelled, running around and looking at everything

He chuckled as he grabbed you, leaning down and kissing your neck

"Жизнь моя,(1) you deserve this and more.."

He then threw you on the couch, hitting a button that shut all the doors and windows

"And tonight, I'll prove it to you."

Let's just say, you had trouble walking for awhile

(1) Жизнь моя, pronounced "Zhizn’ moya", means “my life” in Russian and is usually a term of endearment

Sigma

Oh my lord he is so understanding it's crazy

Although Sigma is the furthest thing from forgetful, his brain and schedule will always have room for stuff you need to remember

Got a doctor's appointment you forgot? He remembers and brings you to it

Forgot where you put something important? He knows where it is

Forgot to eat? He'll make you a meal himself

Forgot to meet up with a client? He'll meet them for you

Honestly, he gives you royalty treatment

He loves just giving you gifts in general, so he custom-made you an obsidian necklace that had a poker chip on it, The obsidian in his words was to represent how strong you are, and the poker chip was to remind you of him

It was one of the most thoughtful gifts ever

And you'd lost it

You debated just asking him at first,

But no. Too embarrassing

You'd worn it every day and now POOF

GONE?!

You didn't wanna worry your already busy partner with this

So you tore apart your half of the room before neatly searching through Sigma's half of the room

3 hours later and nothing.

For a second you debated throwing yourself off the sky casino

But then the click of your bedroom door was heard

"Oh my-"

You slowly looked up to see Sigma's confused face as he looked at your side of the room

For a while, he was silent in thought

"Are you.. redecorating-"

You groaned as you fell the rest of the way down on the floor

"I lost your necklace.. I didn't wanna ask you for help."

Sigma chuckles a bit as you look up at him

"That was actually my mistake"

Before you could ask, he walked over to his dresser and opened a small box, pulling it back out

"You'd accidentally left it in the bathroom"

Wow

The one place you didn't check

Definitely cuddles after though

Nikolai

He would not give zero shit's

He just loves you

He might make fun of you a bit, but he honestly just thinks you're adorable when you lose stuff

He asks Fyodor to buy you new things when you lose them rather than look for them-

He has such admiration and genuine interest in you that he gets you gifts tailored exactly to your interests

If you lose a gift from him, he honestly won't be mad

"Awe my Kindred Spirit,"

He grabs his cloak and reaches in, pulling out something even better

"Here does this make it better!?"

"Nikolai!"

He dances around the room with you to celebrate you being happy again

Ranpo

Oh he teases you, shame on you if you think he wouldn't

He gently teases you though, stopping if he gets even a slight hint it upsets you

Ranpo does have amazing patience though, there has never been a moment your forgetfulness has annoyed or bothered him once

He regularly gives you snacks as gifts, but he gave you a silly little necklace with a duck charm (Yes this is a Wan ref)

It was silly and cheap, but it was sweet

When you lost it you were crushed

You looked for it but could not find it

In the morning you went to the agency to try to search for it, but on your way there you actually met with Ranpo at a sweet store

"Hey there detective darlin'!"

He yelled as he ran out of the store

For internally freaked out a bit as he started excitedly telling you about the sale in the store

You chuckled nervously, making him immediately deduce what happened

"Ohhhhh, I see. You lost the Necklace!"

You kinda expected him to figure it out

He then chuckled as he walked over to a small quarter vending machine and pointed at the prizes

"Ya see! We can just keep playing till we get a new one!"

You two then had a small date of finding quarters and playing the Machine till you had a bag full of prizes, and a new duck necklace of course

Chuuya

Although Chuuya is a very understanding person, I can't deny this wouldn't slightly annoy him

He would never make fun of you for it, or make you feel bad though

He will always express that he's not mad at you and does his best to hide his slight frustration

He does understand though, I mean the man didn't remember the first 8 years of his life for years so

He is a little protective of you though. if anyone gave you shit for forgetting something he would a million percent throw hands

He leaves notes all over the house and your hands about important things, he will also text you to remind you about meals throughout the day

"Have you drank water"

"Ah, fuck-"

"Exactly"

Chuuya loves spending money on you

It's his favorite activity

You already have 20 custom-tailored outfits cause of his love for fashion,

But that doesn't mean he can't get you more tailored accessories

One of them was an anklet that had his and your initials in it, along with diamonds and your favorite stone

It was cute, although it was easily hidden by clothes, you wore it very often

You had on the perfect outfit to show it off that day, but when you opened up the cabinet you kept it in, it was gone.

Oh fuck

Panic ensues

The sheets were torn off your bed, and your closet full of clothes from him was searched from top to bottom

The bathroom was also searched along with Chuuya's half of the room

You sighed as you fixed the house, knowing Chuuya hates messes

You then reluctantly called him

"Hey, still at work but what's up doll?"

The softness in his voice made you tear up a bit in guilt

"Chuuya.. I-"

You took a pause to breathe

"I lost the Anklet you gave me."

You heard him gratefully sigh and shuffle in his chair a bit

"That pause made me think you were in trouble"

He joked a bit

"I can buy 20 more of those if I wanted to Sweetheart."

You sniffled a bit

"But that was important!"

He paused a bit

"Are you crying?"

You then paused

"No.."

"Baby."

You could hear him then walk through the halls of the Port Mafia building

"Give me just one sec, "

You heard him then knock on a door and open it

"Hey boss, I need to head home early. Let me know Tomorrow if there's anything else you need me for"

"Alright, I'm on my way home. We'll search together, okay?"

You sniffled a little as you smiled

"You're the best."

"Anything for you Angel."

[readychilledwine]

Thrive

Summary - After being sent to the Spring court by her new High Lord, y/n Vanserra is in for a bigger surprise and welcome home than she could have ever imagined. (Smut)

Warnings - mentioned failed engagement, praise kink, mention of breeding kink, vine related bondage, sex pollen, Rhys kind of being a dick, and some Rhys slander, unedited by an outside source (dying on the inside about that, so will continue to you know constantly fix it)

A/N - I apologize for the delay on this. After rereading the original, I REALLY hated how I had Rhysand treating my Vanserra reader when the reality is he is pushing her there for the good of everyone involved. I'm still not 100% happy with this piece, but I'm a sucker for the Tamlin.

There were perks to being Lucien's sister.

You always had the best clothing, sparkling jewelry, and Lucien, ever the dutiful brother since the shared banishment, would always ensure you were warm and safe.

There were also downsides to being Lucien's sister.

The biggest was sitting across from you at his mahogany desk, inky dark hair a mess from the verbal disagreement you two were having.

You hated the Night Court. Rhysand reminded you too much of Beron, too much of Eris. And for no reason.

The most powerful High Lord in the History of the lands, but he couldn't be bothered to take care of all of his fae? Just the ones in his precious Velaris?

That wasn't power in your mind. It was discrimination. It was willful ignorance.

“You cannot command me to go to a court I am banished from, therefore to my fucking death, just to repair YOUR mistakes. Send Azriel or Lucien.”

Rhysand sighed and leaned back. “Azriel has better things to do than play liaison between the Night Court and Tamlin. Lucien was also beaten the last time he was there.”

Rhys paused, locking the door with his magic as footsteps were heard approaching. “You know damn well why I am sending you.”

“He doesn't want it, Rhysand,” defeat laced your tone. “He made that pretty clear.”

“That was when Amarantha was alive. When being with you would have endangered your life. See it from-”

“I see a male who went to war for someone else,” you interrupted. “Who is mourning someone else.”

Rhys slammed his hands down and stood, “Enough! You're going. Pack a fucking bag and get ready.”

An order.

You felt it sit into your bones, weighing them down. You stood and left the office, Lucien closing his book as you did and walking beside you.

“It will be fine,” Lucien seemed to be convincing himself more than you. “He won't hurt you.”

The reality you didn't respond with was that he already had.

Azriel walked beside you silently. You were leading him, gently tugging that frayed bond to lead you to Tamlin. “I won't leave you.”

You nodded. “I wish you would.”

He looked up and sighed. “He shouldn't have asked this of you.”

“He didn't ask,” you clarified. “He ordered. I wasn't given a choice but to obey.”

Azriel's jaw tightened. “I wish you two would get along.”

“Tall ask. You can go. I know where he is.”

It was the same place he always was after Feyre left.

The same place Lucien had found him.

It was the same place you knew you were walking towards for the last mile.

The Starlight Pool.

You had heard the whispered ghost stories. The now almost legend of the High Lord of Spring, a male so lost in grief over the loss of his love that he changed himself into a beast and seemed to have lost the ability to turn back.

The myth Tamlin had become was almost laughable.

Children would whisper that he'd shift back for true love and nothing else. Once that shift happened, Spring would repair and thrive under his hand.

You sighed, sitting next to him as he glared hard at you. True love, my ass, You thought to yourself. “Don't look so thrilled to see me. I'm not exactly excited to be here either.”

Tamlin seemed to roll his eyes before placing His head into your lap. He didn't verbally respond in your mind. Just kept staring ahead at the pool, watching as sunlight danced off the water.

Your hand absentmindedly went to scratch behind his ears, a soft chuckle escaping as he began to purr softly. “We're worried about you, Tam. About Spring. Dad has allied Autumn with a Death God. The continent is an unknown ally. He sees your current state as a chance to start war between the courts.”

His eyes shifted towards you, and he stood. He seemed to motion for you to follow. Eyes locked towards where the remains of his home, your former home stood. “I'm not going in there,” you whispered. “The last time I was in there-”

You didn't need to finish the sentence.

He had locked you and Feyre inside. Trapping you both there.

Only she had been saved by Mor.

His efforts to lock you in had been greater.

Leaving you in just your room with only Alis allowed to enter and leave until he and Lucien returned. Your captivity didn't end until he banished you after Feyre and Lucien ran.

It was worse than being confined to Amarantha's room with Rhys as your only company.

Here you had been alone. Truly alone.

At least Rhys had tried to make light of the situation.

And if you were honest with yourself, constantly seeing Rhysand naked also helped. But he's had told you many times that feeling was mutual.

Tamlin stopped. He turned to you with his head cocked as if questioning your stubbornness and then stalked over to you. “We talk where there won't be ears listening or not at all, y/n. You decide.”

You didn't have time to answer before he all but headbutted you onto his back and began walking.

Tamlin all but threw you down when you two entered the manor. He sat staring at you, not shifting from his beast form. “Did you forget how to shift back? Or do you just not want to?”

Tamlin huffed again, eyes staring into you as you dug into the broken glass on the floor with your foot. He disappeared for a few moments, returning to you in his fae form.

“Tam..” You moved to him, hands holding his dirty face. “You can't keep living like this.” His normally silky golden hair was tangled and stained. Grown out and matted from a lack of maintenance. He was covered in dirt, and Mother knew what else. “Tamlin-”

He shook his head, moving to the stairs while holding your hand in his. “There's still one safe place here. Come.”

You followed him, heart aching as you took in the wreckage of your home. Your former safe haven. Glass and splintered wood were everywhere, deep claw marks down formerly painted walls. Doors ripped from hinges and rooms ransacked for money, for goods, for anything worth a mark.

He took you down a familiar path, down a familiar hall. He took you past the room's Feyre and Lucien had occupied, down further and further until you were in an all too well-known spot. The hall you and he had occupied.

His room was destroyed as well. Windows shattered, floor boards missing.

But two doors at the end of the hall stood closed and heavily warded.

The one you two had built a nursery in.

And the one that led to what would have been your quarters as Lady Spring.

He opened the door to your chambers, wordlessly, and pulled you in. He watched in silence as you stood there.

Nothing had changed.

It was as if your room had stood completely still as war raged all around it.

Countless flower crowns hung on the walls. Their beauty perfectly preserved. Your perfumes, makeup, lotions, hair brushes. They all sat neatly lined up on that carved rosewood vanity, mirror still tilted exactly how you liked it. The romance novel you had been reading sat, bookmark still in place on the coffee table.

Even the two-piece light blue dress you had planned to wear that day he sent you from home was hung up in the exact spot.

“I had always wanted to see you in that dress,” Tamlin walked to it like a ghost, fingers reaching for the material before pulling back. “You never wore it, though.”

Your response was quiet, brain still processing the room, “I didn't ever have an occasion to. We purchased it for our engagement tour.”

Tamlin hummed softly. “I never wanted to call that off.”

The confession hung. Ringing in your ears as he moved to your bathroom, also untouched as the day you had left, and shut the door behind him.

You turned to that other rosewood door. The one you knew led to the nursery for the future babe you and Tamlin had planned on trying for before Amarantha came and ruined your wedding, your mateship, your lives.

You turned the golden knob before freezing completely.

Nothing had moved. The stuffed animals still sat in their hammocks. The crib was still made. The soft curtains still drawn to allow in light.

He preserved you. Only you. Only memories and places involving you. A familiar deep voice entered your mind. I sent you for a reason. You are just too damn stubborn to listen. Claws left as quickly as they came. Your mind empty until two now clean hands found your upper arms.

“I have a lot to make up for-”

You stopped him before he could start, turning rapidly in his arms and pulling his lips down to yours.

Apologies didn't matter to you right now.

You had always believed actions spoke louder than words ever could, and his actions were screaming. They were pleading, no begging, for you to see what Rhysand must have when he came here.

Tamlin didn't want Feyre.

He didn't want that forced love that came from dire circumstances.

He wanted you.

He wanted that love that had started as friendship when you took asylum in Spring.

He wanted that love that grew from several years of courtship.

He wanted the love you two shared that came long before a Mother placed mating bond ever snapped.

Tamlin quickly lifted you, carrying you into the bedroom. You pulled away, forehead resting On his to catch a breath. “I never stopped loving you, and I am so sorry my anger, my hatred, and my need for control stood in the way of that. I will never be able to fix what I broke.”

You shook your head, ignoring the tears forming as he stroked the bond gently. “Sometimes broken things become better once they're allowed to grow and repair.”

Tamlin hummed softly. “You're making this easy on me.”

You responded only with a kiss as he laid you on the bed, hands finding his bare chest. “You cleaned up quickly.”

“You tend to when the love of your life is standing in your ruined home and all you want to do is show her how much you love her, how sorry you are, and worship every inch of her body.”

Tamlin began kissing your cheekbones, then ear, then down your jawline. You nodded as he paused at your neck, a brow raised and waiting for confirmation and consent. You eagerly nodded. Mind already getting lost in the sensations you had not felt in over 50 years.

You knew the anger would come back, the absolute rage with him for what he did to you, to Feyre, to Lucien. You knew the hurt would come back. You knew this was a bandage on a gapping wound just waiting for infestation, but all you could think about what his soft lips kissing and marking their way down the column of your throat, and those wandering hands.

“Hate Night Court attire,” he mumbled into your collarbone before both hands ripped the dress to your navel. “Might as well wear nothing.”

You hand traced to his hair, gently massaging his scalp as he continued to kiss down to your breasts. “So perfect,” he seemed to be speaking to himself, mind trapped in a fog as he licked between the valley of chest and squeezed both of them. He flicked your right nipple as he gently pinched the left before beginning to lick and suck at the sensitive peak, smirking as your back arched and a soft whisper of his name fell from your lips. He waited until he was satisfied before releasing the bud with a soft pop and moving to the other side.

His hands continued moving down, lifting his body slightly, he tore the dress the rest of the way, leaving you bare to him and allowing his hands to move down to your hips, thumbs softly massaging the area.

Tamlin had always been a gentle lover with you, kissing and worship, murmuring praise and adoration into your skin as if those words would erase the years of degradation and pain your father had inflicted.

It was like a fever had hit you the second you realized his lips had followed his hands and he nipped at your hip bone with a hum. You sniffed the air as you felt him chuckling below you. “Unfair,” you whined, back arching again as he kissed your inner thigh before placing your leg over his shoulder. “Tam!” You almost jumped as he kitten licked your core, a growl coming from him as the sight of your soaked heat just begging for him. “Tamlin, I'm not going to last if you keep-” a lick through your folds that nudged the bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs made silence fall over you.

You sniffed the air again, scenting that almost sticky sweet scent again as your body began to heat up and relax further into his touch.

Being the mate of the High Lord of Spring had it's perks.

The first was the male, due to years of celebrating Fire Night, knew what he was doing. That was evident as he alternated now between pushing his tongue into your core, opening your walls for him, and suckling and rolling that sweet bundle of nerves over and over humming with each moan that tumbled from your lips and each tug of his hair.

The second perk was also a downside.

Tamlin's powers allowed him to control pollens.

All pollens.

Including the sweet smelling one that was adapting it's self to a scent of musk and rain, wrapping you in the all too familiar and intoxicating scent of your mate and sending your body into overdrive with need.

Sex pollens were Tamlin's favorite thing to use on you.

He loved watching you writhing below him, begging incoherently for something-anything- to ease the heat and arousal paining you.

He loved how quickly you became cock drunk for him, eyes glistening and glazed over from tears. Mouth open as you panted the entire time.

And he loved how quickly and how many times he could force you to cum.

He was pushing for that one, eating your pussy for his pleasure as if it was the most divine meal he'd had in years. Savoring each drop of you like it was the finest wine in the land.

You were almost in tears at this point, riding and grinding on his face until a forearm came and held your hips firmly against the bed. A warning of the third perk of being his mate if you did not behave. “Stop. Moving.” He growled at you, “Or I will stop you myself.”

“Yes, High Lord,” he growled again at the submission, going back to his task at hand. A long whine left your throat as he sucked your clit into his mouth and his free hand moved up your thigh, stroking the soft inner skin there before running along your dripping core. He didn't ease you in, pushing In two wet thick fingers and make your mouth fall open into a silent scream.

He curled them up exactly where he needed to and began hitting that spot over and over in time with his tongue, humming and moaning into you as he got off on your noises of need and pleasure.

You could feel your peak building rapidly and the bond beginning to vibrate for release. “Tam,” you panted out. “Fuck! Tamlin!” You came without warning, screaming his name as his tongue circled your clit again. He never slowed his assault, forcing you to ride it out until your body began to slowly calm itself from the dragged out high and the heat from the sex pollen subsided slightly.

Tamlin released your clit and pulled his fingers from you, licking and sucking them clean as his eyes closed and he almost purred.

He crawled back up your body, kissing you softly. “More,” you begged as your stomach began to retighten, pussy clenching around nothing.

He kissed your neck, nipping at the spot that he knew drove you wild with need. “More?” You nodded eagerly, hands shooting for his pants only to stopped by a familiar thick crawling feeling.

Vines wrapped around your wrists and ankles, pulling your hands above your head and your legs wide open for him. Trapping you with nowhere to go and completely at his mercy. “I told you to stop moving,” he tutted softly.

You watched as he stood, fighting helplessly against the vines pulling tighter and tighter until you stilled. Tamlin removed his pants antagonizingly slow before getting back on top of you. You whined again, unable to communicate what you needed as a full pollen induced haze left you nothing but a mess soaking the sheets below you. “There's my lovely little mate,” a finger stroked your cheek, affection and adoration pouring down the bond. “So pretty when we need our High Lord's cock, aren't we?”

“Please,” his eyes fluttered shut at The plea, loosing your legs slightly to wrap and lock them around his waist using the vine. “Mate, please.”

That one word.

That one Mother blessed word.

It had his end of the bond screaming. Pushing lust, love, and primal need to breed down to you.

Tamlin lined up either your entrance, head of his cock already leaking as he twitched with anticipation. “Mate, take me, please.” He pushed in to the hilt swiftly causing a gasp to push through you as he all but ripped the Air from your lungs.

He didn't wait For you to adjust, that feral urge now winning over, and he set a rough fast pace. Pulling back and slamming into you over and over causing the headboard to pound against the wall.

You had forgotten How he felt, stretching you wide and kissing your cervix with each harsh thrust. You had forgotten how good he felt, each vein massaging your walls and hitting nerves Helion's court had even discovered or named yet. You had forgotten how perfect and complete You felt below him, how his length filled you to the brim, slotting him inside of you like your pussy was a sleeve made just for him.

You remembered now why You had turned every lover away at your Door now.

No male or female could make you feel the way Tamlin did as he threw his head back, eyes squeezed shut moaning your name.

Even in submission, spread wide and laid bare for your mate, Tamlin made you feel power as he fucked you, taking your very being into his hands and craddling you tenderly.

“Fucking love you. Love you so much, y/n.” He groaned again, feeling your walls twitch. “Won't last in this perfect pretty pussy, Baby.” His hand moved, coming to your clit again. “Need to feel you cum on my cock. Need you to scream my name. Need to cum inside you, petal.”

You moaned, eyes beginning to water and drool coming out of your constantly open mouth. You were so lost in each thrust, each roll of his hips, each soft circle his finger made on you that you could only lay There. All words besides his name and the pleading for him to keep going to keep fucking you had eddied from your mind.

You felt your walls begin to twitch and then as your need for release began to approach a crescendo. “Tamlin,” whispered. “Tam-”

“I know, petal. I know. Me too. Need you to cum, y/n. Need you to, baby. Please.”

And there is was. His submission and begging sent you over the edge, screaming his name as you began to milk his cock and tightened your leg around him.

He spilled into you seconds later, moaning your name loudly as he buried himself deep inside of you.

Neither Of you spoke as you came down from that shared high. Vines slowly removed themselves from your body, causing you to fall limp onto The bed in a mess of whines and whimpers.

Tamlin rolled over, pulling you onto him and keeping his cock deep inside of you.

He reached to where the covers had been kicked to, pulling them on top of both of you and cradling you against his chest.

You felt the shields go back up. Eyes fluttering shut as he played with your tangled red hair.

“Y/n, you knew what today Was before you came. Right?” You hummed against him with a shrug. “Petal. It's Calanmai. We just-” Tamlin stopped speaking when he saw you were deep asleep. “We'll talk about it in the morning.”

[n-s4kayaky]

𝒮𝒾𝓇 𝒞𝓇𝑜𝒸𝑜𝒹𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈! (𝒩𝒮𝐹𝒲+𝒮𝐹𝒲)

warnings: Mentions of female reader, not safe for under 18!

a/n: Aside from loving Buggy I love Crocodile, and Mihawk, in general the Cross Guild! So headcanons and stories of these characters are waiting for you, I hope you enjoy it!

Well, this is more than clear! This man will buy and give you all kinds of expensive and luxurious things, what's more, taking away from now will force you to throw away all your old clothes and replace them with the luxurious dresses, skirts and blouses he gives you. If you refuse to throw away your old clothes he won't hesitate to break them with his big hook, before you retort and scold him he'll shut you up by putting a pile of bags and boxes of new clothes in your face. He will enjoy giving you beautiful jewelry to wear on your beautiful body, she will give you lotions and oils with a delicious perfume so that every time she touches and tastes your soft skin smells the sweet aroma that she previously chose for you

Obviously he will give you lingerie equally, and something she won't tell you is that she has chosen a size a little smaller to be able to delight in her tired eyes, your beautiful body and curves being pressed by the luxurious lace, she loves to see how the bra makes your breasts slump due to the lack of space, how your hips are pressed by the beautiful thong that fits so well on you and how those delicious stockings squeeze your beautiful thighs

I think Crocodile is the type of couple who spends most of his time working of course, he doesn't want to get into business or that kind of thing so he prefers that you wait for him at home, once he arrives he will give you affection and love. Despite being a cold and somewhat serious man, he can show his affection towards the person he loves, obviously he will not be cloying by any means; But he reminds you every day how he loves and appreciates you, for him you are a beautiful and undoubtedly unique jewel.

Crocodile will treasure you, as I said you are his beautiful and unique jewel, he will not let anyone look at you and much less touch you, he will protect you and take care of you from anything that torments you and will kill you without any problem if necessary

It is clear that our great mafioso is possessive and jealous at a high point, if there is opportunity and you can accompany Cocrodile to one of his meetings he will have his good hand or hook around your hip at all times, he will even make you sit on his lap while he is having his meeting, he will keep his good hand resting on your thigh and caress this, He will squeeze it gently whenever someone irritates him. The same goes if you go to the casino with it, it will keep its big hook around your waist and keep you glued to it at all times

Apart from making it clear that you are his by keeping his hands on you, he will give you a high quality leather necklace, with several diamonds encrusted to it (If you are not a fan of diamonds and you have another favorite precious gem he will take it very much into account) from the middle of the necklace will hang a large "SC" of Sir Crocodile of solid gold to let everyone know that you are HIS property And no one can lay their filthy hands on your beautiful neck. I even think that she gave you to match the necklace a small gold bracelet with the same initials in small and as a small detail a small accessory in the same shape as her hook only dwarfed

I think that Crocodile, with the passage of time of having a relationship with you, will reach the point of asking you to marry him. He wants to have you as his little wife, to take care of you, to take care of you and to have you just for himself, just like he wants you to be your husband so that he is the only important man in your life and the only one who can love you as he does. On the day he declares he will take you to a luxurious restaurant and in the privacy of your VIP lounge he will come up to you, take out of his pocket a beautiful gold ring encrusted with jewels and drop the big question. Your wedding would be private, I don't think Crocodile will invite many people on his side, some important people from his social circle and will allow you to invite your family if that's what you like. It won't be a big celebration; But she'll certainly be luxurious, she wants to show you how much she cares about you and how much she loves you

I think that for him your thighs, breasts and butt serve as a de-stressor, as long as they get on his nerves and you are there he will take some part of the aforementioned and squeeze and massage it as if it were a de-stressing ball

Over time Crocodile will trust you enough to let you clean his big hook and even take it off when he is alone with you, he knows that you are not going to hurt him, in fact with you he feels a calm that he has never had before. Apart from letting you clean his hook he will allow you to gum and comb his hair in his characteristic hairstyle, although yes, he will not let you use a comb, he wants you to comb his hair back with your little fingers, he loves the feeling and will close his eyes totally relaxed while he lets out small grunts of satisfaction

He loves baths, especially if they're with you. You will have a great, but GREAT bathtub in which you let it fill to the top with crystal clear water, so it will be fine; But if you like to add some salts, oils, soaps or bath bombs to the water, it will certainly allow you to do so. That tub is so big that water will easily reach your neck, that's why it always grabs you by the waist and will sit you on its big lap. While you take a bath he won't stop kissing your sensitive neck, plus his hand will wander over your soft skin, baths usually end with a delicious fuck ;)

I think Crocodile has a slight insecurity with the scar on his face, he's not the kind of person who would cry because of such insecurity but he does often not feel like seeing his reflection in the mirror. That is why if you kiss and caress that scar will be supported by your affection, the insecurity will disappear and without a doubt his love for you will grow

OBVIOUSLY, if you ask your big man to lend you his huge, warm coat, he'll give it to you without any objection. It will definitely look huge on you, that's why Crocodile will let out a little laugh when he sees your small body with his big coat

We all know that Crocodile, as its name says and does it justice, has crocodiles, that's why if you ask him with puppy dog eyes to let you pet the big reptiles he will end up giving in. Obviously at first he won't leave you out of a slight fear that something will be done to you; But after many pouts and supplications it will allow you to be with the big animals but with their constant vigilance and caution. It ends up being that your pets behave like big dogs that seek your attention and caresses.

Well, the way I think Crocodile smells is that it definitely smells like a cigar, just like some Whiskey and of course a highly expensive cologne smell with a strong masculine aroma

I think this great man has a great fetish for getting you pregnant. The mere thought of filling you with her great burden and that she will get you pregnant, that you are going to be the carrier of her child, that your beautiful body begins to gain weight, that your belly becomes bigger and that your breasts become heavier and full of breast milk undoubtedly puts it to a hundred, That's why she loves being able to inside your warm inner

It's clear that Crocodile while he's in a meeting with you on his lap will start joking with you, his hand will squeeze your thighs and go up to your pussy, caress it over your luxurious underwear that he gave you until he gets completely soaked in your arousal, he will push the fabric aside and play with your delicate pussy, Sticking his big fingers in and out of you while smoking his cigar like it's nothing, even though mentally he's praying that this stupid meeting is over and he can fuck you properly, even though he wouldn't mind taking you right there in front of everyone. Obviously, while playing with your pussy, he will give you the command to stay quiet the moment you let out a louder than normal moan he will stop abruptly, leaving you with the desire and the needy pussy. Eventually, at the end of the meeting, he will continue with his work and fuck you properly

Part of sticking his fingers into your pussy while you're in a meeting will make you sneak down under the table in front of him and he'll pull out his big cock, silently giving you the command to suck it. While you're doing your work under the table, Crocodile will keep his serious side in front of everyone while smoking; But inside of him he's holding back so he doesn't grab your beautiful hair and fuck your tight throat. It's true that he'll sneakily grab your hair and force you to swallow more, but it won't be as brutal as when you're alone

I believe that even if you have a loving relationship, in private and in bed you have a Master/Submissive relationship. You will have your rules and punishments as well as games and so on

Speaking of punishments, the one that Crocodile would use the most with you would be spanking, he would not use any punishment shovel, his big hand is enough for him. He will keep you lying on his thighs with your butt up while he hits it with his wide hand, he will stop once he sees your beautiful ass completely red and with marks of his hands, he will be more than satisfied to see the beautiful work of art that is in front of him, you lying between his big thighs, with the butt up and completely red with the marks of his big hand, Even in the underwear that's wet and ruined by your dripping pussy

Wearing common underwear for yourself is over as you entered Crocodile's life, from now on you will wear high ranges of lingerie sets, which will be mostly black and green, some will have a buckle with Crocodile's initials, a small detail that he himself had made. You have many pairs of lingerie and you will be giving more every day, why? Simply, usually Crocodile rips them off and smashes with his hook in the urge to fuck you. He always repeats that he doesn't mind breaking it, he will always give you another pair

Crocodile is a marking man, he will bite your soft skin until it turns purple or red, he will slap your butt until your buttocks are with the mark of his hands embedded in it. He will bite your delicate thighs and suck them until they are full of marks and more than once he has fantasized about extinguishing his cigar on your delicate body as a personal brand, he will ask your permission at first, he appreciates you very much and does not want to scare you, if you give him your approval he will not take long and will press the burning tip of his cigar on some visible part of your body

Due to its LARGE size, Crocodile takes its beautiful time to stretch properly, being able to stand for several hours with its big fingers buried in your extruded pussy, opening up your rubbery walls while taking you more than a vaz to the top of the weather. After an hour of pure orgasms thanks to her skillful fingers, comes the main event

Crocodile is the type of person who would like to try BDMS with you, after all you have a Master/submissive relationship. It will make a contract and everything where you confirm your consent and where you put your risks and safe word. The moment he is doing something that makes you uncomfortable and you don't like it, if you say the safe word he will stop right away, ask if everything is okay and comfort you while repeating that he will not do it again and that he regrets having done something you do not like

Many times, when you go to meetings or even to the casino with him, he orders you not to wear any type of underwear. More than once you've gone with your beautiful and luxurious Crocodile dresses to the casino and meetings with nothing underneath, this makes it easier for Crocodile to play with your needy pussy

Crocodile is a deepthroated man, I mean, he loves being able to fit all his fat cock into your tight little throat, forcing you to take him for the good girl you are. He loves seeing your little face full of tears and drool as you choke on his big cock, it certainly makes it harder. It will carefully grab your hair and force you to go deeper while setting a rough and steady pace

Many times he will humiliate you and force you to rub your bare pussy against his big metal hook, he will make you rub your clit against the solid gold arch while watching with delight as you rub your wet pussy against the cold metal of his hook. After you've on this one he'll make you lick it with your beautiful tongue that he loves so much

He drops a BIG but BIG load, you can't imagine what he gets to throw away. It always fills your throat with its warm cum, forcing you to swallow it while you choke a little, just like it always fills your insides, you feel it hit your cervix directly, like knocking it down, until it cums inside you, filling your uterus with its thick seed. Eventually, when it comes out of you, it will stick its fingers in, forcing you to keep its load inside

I think that due to her breeding fetish Crocodile has acquired a special plug which she inserts into your pussy once it is filled with her cum, thus preventing a single drop of her precious cum from coming out of you

Lastly, this man lets out a lot of grunts of pleasure as he hits you like there's no tomorrow. He looks like a beast as he hits you and lets out such grunts, apart from growling he will whisper in your ear with his deep voice "Good girl"

[muiitoloko]

Diamond Shadows

Summary: In a world where his life of crime clashes with his deepest affections, Hans Gruber navigates the perilous balance between heists and heartfelt romance.

Pairing: Hans Gruber × Fem! Reader

Warning: Smut, Theft, deception.

Author's Notes: I put a ton of effort into this one, so fingers crossed you guys enjoy it as much as I do! As always, your feedback is super appreciated!

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Hans Gruber chuckled darkly as he leaned back against the leather seat of the getaway car, the mask he had worn during the heist now discarded on the floor. The exhilaration of their recent robbery coursed through him, a heady mixture of adrenaline and satisfaction. Around him, his comrades examined the various bags of jewelry they had pilfered, the precious stones glinting in the dim light of the vehicle. The heist had gone off without a hitch, and the police were none the wiser, left chasing shadows as Hans and his crew made their escape.

“Look at this beauty,” one of the men, Dieter, exclaimed, holding up a necklace encrusted with diamonds. He let out a low whistle, his eyes gleaming with admiration. “My girl’s going to love this.”

Hans raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on his lips as he considered Dieter’s request. “Ja, just one,” he replied smoothly, his accent a polished German that rolled off his tongue with a natural ease. “But make sure it’s something that won’t be missed. We don’t want to draw unnecessary attention, understood?”

Dieter nodded eagerly, tucking the necklace into his jacket with a grin. “Got it, boss,” he said, his voice laced with excitement. “She’ll never know where it came from.”

Another of the crew, Karl, laughed as he examined a pair of sapphire earrings, their deep blue stones catching the light. “Hey, Hans,” he called out, his voice teasing. “What about you? Shouldn’t you take something for your girl too? Bet she’d love a bit of sparkle.”

Hans’s expression softened slightly at the mention of you. He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully as he considered Karl’s suggestion. You were blissfully unaware of his true profession, believing him to be a successful investor who made his money through savvy dealings and market acumen. It was a carefully crafted facade, one that Hans maintained with meticulous precision. The idea of giving you a gift—a tangible reminder of his affection—held a certain appeal, even if it came from ill-gotten gains.

“Perhaps,” Hans mused, his voice a low, contemplative murmur. He picked up a delicate bracelet from the pile, its slender chain adorned with small, glimmering diamonds. The piece was exquisite, subtle enough to avoid suspicion yet elegant enough to reflect your taste. He turned it over in his hand, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “She would appreciate something like this.”

Karl grinned, nudging another member of the crew with his elbow. “See? Even Hans has a soft spot,” he said with a chuckle. “Guess everyone likes to spoil their ladies a bit.”

Hans shot Karl a warning glance, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Enough,” he said, his tone firm but not unkind. “Remember, discretion is key. We cannot afford to be reckless with our spoils.”

The crew nodded in agreement, their laughter fading into a more subdued appreciation of their haul. Hans leaned back again, his thoughts drifting to you as he considered the bracelet in his hand. You were the one person who brought a touch of normalcy to his otherwise tumultuous life, a beacon of light in the shadows he navigated so deftly. The idea of you wearing a piece of jewelry from this heist, oblivious to its true origins, was both ironic and oddly fitting.

Later that evening, after the crew had dispersed and the spoils were safely hidden away, Hans returned to his luxurious penthouse apartment. The city lights glittered outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a shimmering glow over the sleek, modern furnishings. Hans moved with a practiced grace, pouring himself a glass of fine cognac as he waited for you to arrive.

You had called earlier, excited to spend time with your busy boyfriend. The anticipation in your voice had been palpable, and Hans had smiled at the thought of surprising you with the bracelet.

When you finally arrived, your eyes lit up at the sight of him, your smile warm and genuine as you crossed the room to greet him. “Hans,” you murmured, your voice soft with affection as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”

Hans’s expression softened, a genuine warmth in his eyes as he held you close, his fingers brushing lightly over your back. “And I, you,” he replied, his voice a smooth, cultured purr. He pulled back slightly, his gaze lingering on your face before he reached into his jacket pocket, producing the bracelet with a flourish. “I have something for you, meine Liebe. A little token of my affection.”

Your eyes widened in surprise as you took in the delicate piece of jewelry, your fingers trembling slightly as you reached out to take it. “Hans, it’s beautiful,” you breathed, your voice tinged with awe as you turned the bracelet over in your hands. “You didn’t have to…”

“I wanted to,” Hans interrupted gently, his eyes locking with yours as he clasped the bracelet around your wrist. The sight of it against your skin sent a thrill of satisfaction through him, the symbol of his affection blending seamlessly with the facade he had so carefully constructed. “It suits you perfectly.”

You examined the bracelet Hans had given you, its slender chain adorned with glimmering diamonds. Your breath caught in your throat as the reality of the gift sank in. These were real diamonds, not the imitation jewelry you might find in a typical store. The thought of how much it must have cost sent a shiver of disbelief through you.

“Hans,” you said, your voice trembling slightly as you met his gaze, “this is… it’s real, isn’t it? Real diamonds?”

Hans’s smile faltered slightly as he watched you, a flicker of confusion in his eyes. “Yes, of course,” he replied smoothly, his German accent lending a cultured elegance to his words. “Only the best for you, meine Liebe.”

You shook your head, your fingers trembling as you unclasped the bracelet and handed it back to him. “I can’t accept this,” you murmured, your voice filled with a mixture of awe and apprehension. “It must have cost a fortune. I could never afford something like this, and I don’t want you to spend so much on me. It’s too much.”

Hans’s brow furrowed as he took the bracelet, his eyes narrowing in a blend of confusion and mild frustration. “Nonsense,” he said firmly, his voice a low, soothing murmur as he stepped closer, the warmth of his body radiating against yours. “It’s just a token of my affection. The cost is irrelevant. What matters is that it brings you joy.”

You bit your lip, glancing down at the delicate piece of jewelry in his hands. The idea of wearing something so extravagant, knowing how much it must have cost, felt overwhelming. “But Hans,” you protested softly, looking up to meet his gaze, “I don’t want you to feel like you have to buy me expensive things. I love you for who you are, not for what you can give me. This… it’s just too much.”

Hans’s expression softened, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin. “Meine Liebe,” he murmured, his voice a tender, reassuring whisper, “you worry too much. This is nothing compared to the joy you bring into my life. I want to see you adorned in beauty because that’s how I see you—every day, every moment.”

You felt your resolve waver, his words wrapping around you like a warm embrace. Still, the thought of accepting such an expensive gift left you feeling uneasy. “But it’s so expensive,” you whispered, your voice barely audible as you glanced back at the bracelet. “I could never repay you for something like this.”

Hans chuckled softly, a rich, velvety sound that sent a shiver of warmth through you. “Repay me?” he echoed, his tone laced with amusement as he leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. “Oh, my darling, you’ve already given me more than you can imagine. Your presence, your love… those are priceless to me. This bracelet is a mere trinket in comparison.”

His lips brushed against your ear, sending a delicious thrill through you as he murmured, “Let me spoil you, just this once. Wear it for me. Show me how beautiful you can be, adorned in diamonds.”

Your breath hitched at the seductive tone in his voice, the warmth of his breath against your skin igniting a spark of desire deep within you. The way he looked at you, his eyes dark with a mix of affection and barely restrained passion, made it hard to refuse him. “Hans,” you whispered, your voice trembling with a mixture of reluctance and longing, “I… I don’t know.”

Hans’s grip on your waist tightened slightly, his fingers trailing down your side in a slow, deliberate caress that sent a shiver of anticipation through you. “Trust me, meine Liebe,” he murmured, his voice a low, seductive purr. “Let me adorn you with this gift. Let me see you wearing it, and nothing else.”

You gasped softly, the raw intensity in his eyes sending a rush of heat through your body. The thought of wearing the bracelet, and only the bracelet, while Hans’s gaze devoured you, was both thrilling and intimidating. Your heart raced as you nodded slowly, your breath catching in your throat. “Alright,” you whispered, your voice a breathless murmur as you met his gaze. “But only because you want me to.”

A slow, satisfied smile spread across Hans’s lips as he clasped the bracelet around your wrist once more, the cool metal resting against your skin. His fingers brushed over your pulse, sending a delicious tingle up your arm as he stepped back to admire you. “Perfect,” he murmured, his voice a rough, appreciative growl as his eyes roamed over your body. “You’re breathtaking.”

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks at his words, a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure warming your skin. The way he looked at you, his eyes dark with a fierce, unyielding desire, made you feel both vulnerable and incredibly powerful. You shifted slightly, the cool metal of the bracelet a tangible reminder of his affection as you met his gaze with a tentative smile. “Thank you,” you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. “For everything.”

Hans’s smile softened, a flicker of genuine warmth in his eyes as he stepped closer, his fingers trailing lightly over your arm. “You’re welcome, meine Liebe,” he murmured, his voice a low, tender whisper as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your neck in a gentle kiss. “Now, let me show you just how much you mean to me.”

His hands slid down your sides, his touch firm and possessive as he pulled you closer, his breath hot against your skin. The intensity in his eyes, the raw hunger that burned in his gaze, sent a shiver of anticipation through you as he whispered, “Tonight, you’re mine. Every inch of you, adorned in diamonds, belongs to me.”

You gasped softly, the heat of his words sending a delicious thrill through your body as you melted into his embrace, your heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and longing. “Yes,” you breathed, your voice a soft, breathless murmur as you looked up at him. “I’m yours, Hans. All yours.”

But Hans suddenly released you, a playful glint in his eyes as he stepped back, the warmth of his embrace lingering on your skin. His smile turned mischievous, a sharp contrast to the intensity of his previous words. “Patience, meine Liebe,” he murmured, his voice a soft, teasing purr. “All in good time. For now, I must prepare dinner.”

You blinked in surprise, a pout forming on your lips as you looked up at him. “Hans, you can’t just leave me hanging like this,” you protested, your voice laced with a mix of frustration and longing.

Hans chuckled, the sound a rich, velvety caress as he ran a hand through his dark hair, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “I enjoy playing with you,” he replied smoothly, his German accent lending a cultured elegance to his words. “And anticipation, my dear, can be its own kind of pleasure. Now, be a good girl and wait for me in the living room.”

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you met his gaze with a look of playful exasperation. “Do I at least get to help? Or am I just supposed to sit there and look pretty?”

Hans’s smile widened, a flicker of warmth in his eyes as he stepped closer, his fingers trailing lightly over your arm. “Tonight, your only task is to look pretty and relax,” he said softly, his voice a gentle murmur as he brushed a kiss against your forehead. “Let me take care of everything else. It’s my way of spoiling you, remember?”

You sighed, a reluctant smile tugging at your lips as you nodded. “Alright, fine,” you conceded, your tone tinged with a hint of playfulness. “But don’t keep me waiting too long, Hans.”

Hans’s eyes darkened with a promise of later delights as he took a step back, rolling up his sleeves to reveal the intricate tattoo on his forearm—a design that held personal significance for him, though he had never shared its meaning with you. “I won’t,” he assured you, his voice a low, seductive growl as he turned towards the open kitchen. “Now, go on. I’ll call you when dinner is ready.”

You watched as he tied an apron around his waist, the sight of him preparing to cook adding a touch of domesticity to the otherwise sophisticated atmosphere of the penthouse. With a soft sigh, you turned and made your way to the living room, settling onto the plush sofa as you reached for the remote, flicking on the TV.

The evening news filled the screen, the anchor’s voice a steady drone as they recounted the day’s events. You barely paid attention, your thoughts drifting back to Hans and the promise of what was to come. But a particular story caught your ear, drawing your gaze to the screen.

“Tonight’s top story: A daring robbery at a high-end jewelry store leaves authorities baffled,” the anchor reported, her tone grave as she described the heist. “Masked men made off with a significant haul of valuable items, including rare diamonds and precious gemstones. The police are investigating, but so far, no leads on the identity of the perpetrators.”

Your eyes widened slightly at the mention of the robbery, a flicker of unease stirring in your chest as you glanced down at the bracelet Hans had given you. The delicate chain, the glimmering diamonds… They were exquisite, certainly, but you had never considered their origin. The connection between the news report and the bracelet on your wrist didn’t quite register, your thoughts too focused on the evening with Hans to draw any conclusions.

Shaking off the unease, you turned your attention back to the TV, trying to immerse yourself in the light chatter of the evening program. The sound of Hans moving in the kitchen, the clink of dishes and the soft hum of his voice as he prepared dinner, was a comforting backdrop, grounding you in the moment.

After what felt like an eternity, though it was likely only a short while, Hans called from the kitchen, his voice rich with a teasing lilt. “Dinner is served, meine Liebe. Join me, won’t you?”

You smiled, the anticipation that had been simmering within you reigniting as you rose from the sofa and made your way to the dining area. The table was set with elegant simplicity, the soft glow of candlelight casting a warm, intimate light over the polished wood. Hans stood by the stove, his sleeves still rolled up, a satisfied smile on his lips as he turned to greet you.

“Everything smells wonderful,” you said, your voice filled with genuine appreciation as you took in the sight of the carefully prepared dishes. “You’ve outdone yourself, Hans.”

Hans’s smile widened, a flicker of pride in his eyes as he set the final dish on the table, gesturing for you to take a seat. “Only the best for you,” he replied smoothly, his accent a soft, cultured murmur as he poured you a glass of wine, the rich, ruby liquid catching the candlelight. “I hope you enjoy it.”

You settled into your chair, your gaze lingering on Hans as he took his place across from you, his eyes dark and warm as he watched you. The meal was exquisite, each bite a testament to Hans’s culinary skill and his dedication to making the evening special for you.

As you savored the flavors, the earlier news report faded from your mind, replaced by the warmth of Hans’s presence and the promise of the night ahead. The bracelet on your wrist glinted in the candlelight, a silent testament to Hans’s affection, its true origins still a mystery you were blissfully unaware of.

Hans raised his glass, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of affection and intensity. “To us,” he murmured, his voice a low, seductive growl that sent a shiver of anticipation through you. “And to many more evenings like this.”

You smiled, lifting your glass to clink it against his, the warmth of his gaze and the richness of his voice filling you with a deep, abiding contentment. “To us,” you echoed softly, your voice filled with a genuine affection as you met his gaze. “And to the wonderful surprises you always bring into my life.”

Later that night, after the plates were cleared and the last of the wine was sipped, Hans led you to the bedroom with a palpable air of anticipation. The candlelight flickered, casting playful shadows on the walls, creating an intimate ambiance that contrasted starkly with the intensity of Hans's touch. The elegance of the evening was about to give way to the raw, unrestrained passion that simmered beneath his refined exterior.

Hans’s hands were firm as he gripped your hips, his eyes dark with desire as he guided you to the bed. The delicate bracelet still glinted on your wrist, a symbol of the duality of the man who now loomed over you. “Meine Liebe,” he murmured, his voice a low, seductive growl thick with his German accent, “it’s time for the main course.”

He pulled you into a fierce, hungry kiss, his tongue claiming your mouth with a possessive urgency that left you breathless. His hands roamed over your body, rough and insistent, as he pushed you down onto the bed. You felt the cool air against your skin as he stripped away your clothing, each piece discarded with a careless ease that spoke of his impatience.

With one hand, Hans gripped your hip, holding you in place as he positioned himself between your legs. The other hand tangled in your hair, pulling you back to arch against him, his breath hot against your neck as he whispered in your ear, “You’re mine tonight, every inch of you. Do you understand?”

You nodded, a soft whimper escaping your lips as you felt the hard length of him pressing against your entrance. “Yes, Hans,” you breathed, your voice trembling with anticipation. “I’m yours. All yours.”

A dark, satisfied smile spread across his lips as he thrust into you, his cock filling you with a powerful, claiming motion that left you gasping. “Good girl,” he growled, his voice thick with a primal, unyielding desire. “Take me. Take every inch of me.”

Hans was relentless, his thrusts hard and deep, each movement a fierce, demanding claim on your body. His hand on your hip tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh as he drove into you with a rough, unrestrained passion. The pain mingled with pleasure, sending shivers of sensation through your body as you arched against him, your breath coming in short, uneven gasps.

“Scheiße,” he muttered under his breath, his voice a rough, guttural whisper as he watched you. “You feel so good, meine Liebe. So tight around me.”

His hand in your hair tugged harder, pulling your head back to expose your neck, his teeth grazing over your skin with a delicious mix of pain and pleasure. “You like this, don’t you?” he growled, his breath hot against your ear. “You like it when I’m rough with you. When I fuck you hard and make you scream my name.”

You could only moan in response, the intensity of his thrusts driving coherent thought from your mind. The feel of his cock stretching you, filling you completely, was overwhelming, each movement pushing you closer to the edge. “Yes, Hans,” you gasped, your voice a desperate, breathless plea. “Please, don’t stop. Fuck me harder.”

A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest as he obliged, his pace quickening, his thrusts growing more urgent. “That’s it, meine Liebe,” he murmured, his voice a low, seductive purr. “Take it. Take all of me. You’re mine. Only mine.”

The room was filled with the sounds of your combined pleasure, the raw, primal rhythm of his body against yours driving you both towards release. Hans’s growls of satisfaction, your gasps and moans, the slap of skin against skin—all merged into a symphony of unrestrained desire.

You felt the pressure building within you, each thrust pushing you closer to the brink. Your body trembled, your fingers clenching the sheets as you teetered on the edge of climax. “Hans,” you sobbed, your voice a desperate, pleading cry. “I’m going to—”

“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice a rough, primal growl as he drove into you with a final, powerful thrust. “Come for me now, meine Liebe.”

Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing with the intensity of your release. You screamed his name, the sound echoing in the room as pleasure rippled through you in overwhelming waves.

Hans's grip on your hips tightened as you rode the waves of your climax, the intensity of your release leaving you gasping and trembling beneath him. His dark eyes gleamed with a fierce, possessive hunger as he watched you, his expression a blend of satisfaction and unrestrained desire. The rough cadence of his breath and the flush of heat on his skin mirrored the primal urgency of the moment, a raw testament to the depth of his need for you.

As your body convulsed with the aftershocks of your orgasm, Hans’s hands slid down to grasp your thighs, his touch firm and demanding. He pulled your legs up, positioning them over his shoulders with a deft, practiced motion. The shift in angle sent a jolt of fresh sensation through you, your overstimulated body responding with a renewed burst of pleasure.

"Look at you," Hans growled, his voice a rough, seductive whisper thick with his German accent, the rich tones rolling off his tongue like dark honey. "So pliant, so ready for me. Do you know how much I love seeing you like this? Completely at my mercy."

You could only moan in response, your limbs limp and flexible from the intensity of your climax, the sensation of his cock buried deep within you pushing you to the brink of another orgasm. Your body arched instinctively towards him, your fingers curling into the sheets as he began to move, each thrust a powerful, demanding claim on your pleasure.

Hans's lips curled into a wicked smile as he watched you, the fierce, unyielding hunger in his gaze sending shivers of anticipation through you. "That's it," he murmured, his voice a low, rough purr as he adjusted his grip on your legs, holding you open for him. "Take me. Take every inch of me. You belong to me, and tonight, I’m going to show you just how much."

With a growl of satisfaction, he drove into you with a force that left you gasping, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through your already sensitive body. The angle, the intensity, the roughness of his movements—all combined to create a symphony of sensation that had you crying out in ecstasy, your voice a breathless plea as you clung to the sheets.

“Scheiße,” Hans muttered under his breath, his eyes darkening with a fierce, unrestrained desire as he watched you. “You feel so good, meine Liebe. So tight and wet. Every time I’m inside you, it feels like I’m losing control. Like I’m drowning in you.”

Your breath came in short, uneven gasps, each thrust driving you closer to the edge once more. The rough friction of his cock against your inner walls, the feel of his hands gripping your thighs, the raw intensity in his gaze—all combined to push you to the brink of another climax. “Hans,” you sobbed, your voice a desperate, breathless cry. “Please… I can’t… I’m going to—”

“Come for me,” Hans commanded, his voice a rough, primal growl as he drove into you with a renewed urgency, his movements growing more frantic, more demanding. “Come for me again, meine Liebe. Let me feel you fall apart around me.”

With a final, powerful thrust, Hans pushed you over the edge once more, your orgasm crashing over you in waves of overwhelming pleasure. Your body convulsed, your cries of ecstasy filling the room as you clung to the sheets, the intensity of your release leaving you trembling and breathless beneath him.

Hans’s growl of satisfaction was a low, primal sound as he felt you clenching around him, the sensation driving him to the brink of his own climax. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice a rough, guttural whisper as he buried himself deep inside you, his movements growing more urgent, more insistent with each passing moment. “You’re mine, meine Liebe. All mine.”

The feel of his cock pulsing inside you, the raw intensity of his thrusts, the way his hands gripped your thighs with a possessive force—it was all too much. Your body arched instinctively towards him, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps as you teetered on the edge of yet another climax.

Hans’s gaze darkened, a fierce, unyielding hunger burning in his eyes as he watched you, his breath hot against your skin. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice a low, rough purr as he drove into you with a final, powerful thrust. “So beautiful, so perfect. You belong to me, meine Liebe. Only to me.”

With a growl of satisfaction, Hans reached his own climax, his body tensing as he buried himself deep inside you, his release a powerful, overwhelming surge that left him gasping and trembling with the intensity of his pleasure. The feel of his cock pulsing inside you, the way his hands gripped your thighs with a bruising force, the raw, unrestrained passion in his gaze—it was all too much, driving you to the brink of yet another orgasm.

Your cries of ecstasy mingled with his growls of satisfaction, the room filled with the sounds of your combined pleasure as you clung to each other, the intensity of the moment binding you together in a raw, primal dance of unrestrained desire.

In the aftermath, as the echoes of your release faded and the room fell into a hushed, intimate silence, Hans’s hands slid down to cradle your legs, his touch gentle and soothing as he lowered them from his shoulders. His breath came in short, uneven gasps, his eyes dark with a lingering hunger as he watched you, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across his lips.

“Meine Liebe,” he murmured, his voice a low, tender whisper as he leaned in to brush a kiss against your forehead. “You were incredible. Absolutely breathtaking.”

You could only nod, your breath still coming in short, ragged gasps as you clung to him, the warmth of his body a comforting presence against yours. “Hans,” you whispered, your voice trembling with a mixture of exhaustion and lingering desire. “I… I don’t know what to say.”

Hans’s smile softened, a flicker of genuine warmth in his eyes as he pulled you into his arms, holding you close. “You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured, his voice a gentle, reassuring murmur. “Just rest, meine Liebe. Tonight, you’re mine. All mine.”

As you lay there in his arms, the warmth of his embrace a comforting balm to your exhausted body, you couldn’t help but feel a deep, abiding contentment. The intensity of the evening, the raw, unrestrained passion you had shared—it was a testament to the depth of your connection, a reminder of the fierce, unyielding bond that bound you together.

And as you drifted into a deep, restful sleep, the last thing you felt was the gentle brush of Hans’s lips against your forehead, a silent promise of his unwavering affection and the raw, unrestrained desire that burned between you.

Hans lay beside you, his chest rising and falling with each measured breath as he tried to calm down from his own powerful climax. The room was filled with the lingering scent of sweat and sex, the heat of your bodies mingling in the intimate aftermath of your lovemaking. One arm rested behind his head, his gaze drifting to the ceiling as he savored the contentment that settled over him, the raw, unrestrained passion of the evening still thrumming in his veins.

For a moment, Hans allowed himself the luxury of stillness, the steady rhythm of your breathing a soothing counterpoint to his own rapid heartbeat. His eyes softened as he looked at you, your features relaxed in sleep, the delicate bracelet still gleaming on your wrist—a silent reminder of the world outside this intimate sanctuary.

The serenity was short-lived, however, as the sharp trill of his cell phone pierced the quiet. Hans’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of irritation crossing his features as he reached over to the nightstand, fishing out the cigarette and lighter he had stashed away earlier. With practiced ease, he lit the cigarette, the flare of the flame casting brief, dancing shadows on the walls. The phone’s persistent ring continued, a reminder of the world that demanded his attention.

Exhaling a stream of smoke, Hans picked up the phone, his expression shifting to one of focused intensity as he glanced at the caller ID. This was the call he had been waiting for. Rising from the bed with a fluid grace that belied the weight of his actions, Hans moved towards the porch, the cool night air brushing against his bare skin as he stepped outside. The cigarette glowed faintly in the darkness, a solitary beacon in the muted light of the cityscape that stretched out below.

Ignoring his naked state, Hans answered the call, his voice slipping effortlessly into a polished French accent as he spoke. “Bonsoir,” he greeted smoothly, the German undertones of his natural voice masked by the refined lilt of his chosen guise. “I trust everything is in order?”

The voice on the other end was clipped, efficient, tinged with a barely concealed eagerness. “Monsieur Lacroix,” the buyer replied, using the alias Hans had provided. “Everything is set. We have the funds ready, but we need to confirm the authenticity of the items before we proceed.”

Hans’s lips curled into a knowing smile, the cigarette held between his fingers as he leaned against the railing, his gaze fixed on the glittering expanse of the city below. “But of course,” he purred, his tone one of practiced reassurance. “You will find everything to be in perfect order. The pieces are exquisite, and I assure you, they are worth every penny of your investment.”

The buyer hesitated, a flicker of doubt in his voice. “You understand, Monsieur Lacroix, that our associates are quite… particular about such transactions. Any discrepancy could be costly.”

Hans’s eyes narrowed, his smile turning sharp as he took another drag from the cigarette, the smoke curling lazily into the night air. “Rest assured, there will be no discrepancies,” he replied, his voice carrying a quiet, dangerous authority that brooked no argument. “The items are authentic, and the transaction will proceed as planned. You will have your jewels, and I will have my payment. Agreed?”

There was a brief pause, the weight of Hans’s words hanging heavy in the air before the buyer responded, his tone one of reluctant acquiescence. “Agreed. We will finalize the details tomorrow. Ensure the items are ready for inspection.”

Hans’s smile widened, a flicker of satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as he exhaled a final stream of smoke, crushing the cigarette underfoot. “Très bien,” he said softly, his voice a silken caress as he ended the call. “I look forward to our continued partnership.”

With a casual flick of his wrist, Hans tossed the phone onto the nearby table, his thoughts already shifting to the logistics of the exchange. The jewelry, currently hidden away in a secure location, would be laundered through a series of carefully orchestrated transactions, each layer adding to the complexity of the web he had woven. The buyer, an intermediary for a network of high-end collectors, would provide the necessary funds, which Hans would then channel through his intricate network, transforming the illicit profits into clean, untraceable assets.

Returning to the bedroom, Hans’s gaze softened as he took in the sight of you, still sleeping peacefully amidst the rumpled sheets. The contrast between the ruthless efficiency of his dealings and the tender warmth he felt for you was stark, a reminder of the duality that defined his existence. He moved silently, his bare feet making no sound on the polished wood floor as he approached the bed, his eyes lingering on the delicate bracelet that adorned your wrist.

Carefully, Hans slid back into the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight as he pulled you into his arms, his touch gentle and possessive. The cool metal of the bracelet brushed against his skin, a tangible connection between the world of shadows he navigated and the light you brought into his life.

“Meine Liebe,” he murmured softly, his voice a low, tender whisper as he pressed a kiss to your temple, the warmth of your body a comforting presence against his. “Sleep well. Tomorrow, we face the world together.”

As you nestled closer, your breathing steady and even in the embrace of sleep, Hans allowed himself a moment of quiet reflection. The path he walked was fraught with danger, each step a careful balance between the persona he presented to the world and the ruthless ambition that drove him. But here, in the quiet sanctuary of your shared bed, he found a measure of peace, a fleeting glimpse of the man he might have been, had circumstances been different.

And as the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, casting a pale glow over the city that lay beneath him, Hans tightened his hold on you, his thoughts already turning to the challenges of the day ahead. The heist, the buyer, the intricate dance of deception and strategy—it was all part of the game he played, a game where the stakes were high and the rewards even higher.

But for now, in this moment, he allowed himself the luxury of simply holding you, the warmth of your body a balm to the shadows that lingered at the edges of his mind.

Translations:

1. Ja – Yes (German)

2. Meine Liebe – My love (German)

3. Bonsoir – Good evening (French)

4. Monsieur Lacroix – Mr. Lacroix (French)

5. Mais bien sûr – But of course (French)

6. Très bien – Very well (French)

7. Scheiße – Shit (German)

[dawn-moths]

“Pink silk, angel soft”

Nanami Kento x Female Reader

part 1 ♡ part 2

word count: 4500+

(set in my sugar daddy nanami au.)

disclaimer/content warning: 18+ content! minors dni! smut, daddy kink, sub/dom dynamics, size kink, posessiveness, alternate universe (no sorcery), reader is collared, reader is called “princess, baby, baby girl, good girl, bad girl, brat, sweetheart, and angel”, multiple orgasms, oral (reader receiving), bathing together and aftercare.

*ao3 mirror*

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The dainty, delicate jingle of a pretty gold bell paired with your beautiful, breathy moans filled the master bedroom. Nanami loved seeing you like this, his perfect little angel laying underneath him in expensive lingerie of soft, satiny pink and delicate froths of white lace decorating the body he so cherished, worshipped, owned.

He was still working his way down your neck with tender kisses and teasing little nips, drinking in the way your body shuddered as he pressed his jutting arousal harder against your needy, insatiable sex, the only thing between you two being the designer fabrics of his trousers— the champagne colored ones he wore for his really important business meetings— and the thin lace of your panties, growing wetter and more ruined with each passing minute.

“Daddy, please…” you begged in a whispery whine, your eager little hands pawing for the buckle of his belt. “Can’t take it much more… I need you…”

Nanami would often scold you for being impatient, punish you if you became too bratty, but tonight, after the hell week he’d had shuffling endlessly from one meeting to the next, spending more time away from his precious baby than either of you had wanted, he craved your greed for him.

Besides, he’d been the indulgent one this time, practically pulling you into his lap to straddle him then pinning you to the couch cushions the moment he’d walked through the door and gotten his hands on you as you’d just woken from your late afternoon nap, his tie tugged loose and carelessly abandoned somewhere on the floor in the living room amidst his fervor, his suit jacket shrugged off and left draped over the arm of the furniture.

“I know, princess…” he sighed dreamily with that rich baritone of his, pulling back only far enough to gaze into your eyes, gently brushing a stray strand of your hair back from your face before kissing you lightly on the nose and saying, “But I promise if you’re patient like a good girl then Daddy’ll make the wait worth it for you.”

The butterflies that Nanami had raised and released in your tummy fluttered back to vibrant life with all the possibilities of what your Daddy could have in store for you tonight.

He never failed to surprise you, whether it was with a brand new Chanel bag in a color that matched your most recently purchased outfit or the latest pair of Miu Miu heels, an impromptu weekend getaway to northern Italy or the south of France, the lavish shopping sprees and decadent dinners and gorgeous hotel suites, Nanami had many different monetary ways to shower you in his love.

But, as nice as all the designer handbags and dresses and jewelry and extravagant trips were, there was only one thing you’d trade it all away for. And that was the feeling of your two bodies becoming one, moving in tandem with each other and creating a priceless artwork of skin and sweat, a hypnotizing symphony that could never be conducted the same twice.

Though, lucky for you, you’d never have to choose between luxury items and amazing sex, as Nanami was able to provide both in constant abundance.

At least, so long as you did your part and remained his perfect little angel. It was an easy role to play, so long as you didn’t begin to feel neglected when he became caught up with work. After the busy week he’d just had though, you’d been teetering on the edge of morphing into a disobedient little devil, willing to do just about anything to receive some of his attention, even if it meant breaking his rules and facing the whip or his belt for exhibiting such bad behavior.

Rest assured, from past experience, once you’d taken your punishment like the good girl he knew you still were deep down, Nanami would grant you the pleasure you so deserved.

So he went about exploring the familiar planes of your body, your skin silky smooth to the touch, your scent like vanilla and honey and the distinct flavor that was indisputably you.

He ran his hands over the supple hills of your breasts, down the dip of your waist and the curves of your hips, kneading the plush flesh of your thighs as he kissed you like it was the only thing he remembered how to do, savoring the way your tongue felt against his, trading each other’s breath like it was the only source of oxygen filling each other’s lungs, keeping his lips to yours until you were left breathless and panting in short, hot huffs once he finally broke away, both your lips shining with each other’s spit.

And once you regained a little bit of your senses, you looked up at him and you smiled, and he couldn’t help but smile too, because your eyes were glittering with all the adoration and devotion you held for him, knowing how much adoration and devotion he also held for you.

“Guess what?” you asked, your voice dripping with endless affection.

Nanami’s grin remained, and he prompted your question with an equally infatuated, “What, sweetheart?”

A hum of amusement found a home in your throat, and for a moment you kept him in suspense. Then you said, all velvet and rose petals, “I love you!”

Nanami never had to wonder if you really meant it.

He could’ve identified you out of a hundred other girls by a single touch alone. He could go blind and still recognize you by the way you cupped his face in your little palms and traced his sharp features as he rested his head in your lap after a long day, the sound of your lilting giggle as it echoed down the halls accompanied by the muted pitter-patters of socked feet, the way you whispered his name in the morning in that adorable, loving way of yours.

And that was because he loved you too.

He loved you more than life itself— even if that life was composed of the finest things money could buy, none of it mattered unless he could share it with you.

“I love you more, angel,” he replied, bumping his nose lightly against yours, and if you could’ve purred like the adorable little kitten you were right then, you would’ve. “More than you’ll ever even know.”

And then he was pulling you up to straddle his lap, a cute little gasp escaping your lips at the sudden unexpected movement, and Nanami sighed out a quiet chuckle as he ran his palms over your bare shoulders, down your arms, back up again.

“I take it this one’s still your favorite,” Nanami crooked one long finger under the shiny gold bell on your bubblegum pink collar, flicking it to hear that playful jingle ring out softly, “isn’t it, princess?”

You nodded, looking up at him through the fan of your lashes, the perfect picture of his demure little doll. Though he knew, aside from the looks of you— all your lace trimmed thigh-highs and ruffly knee socks, your flirty, flouncy pink and white skirts and dresses of pale blues and lavenders, the cashmere cardigans with buttons that sparkled like diamonds or were made to look like bows, some delicate jewelry laying across your collar bones or your wrists or dangling from your ears, usually paired with heeled mary janes or platform oxfords or whatever else you picked out that day because you’d deemed it the cutest— you still nurtured a little demon inside of you.

It was a devil he’d had to learn to control, to collar, to conquer, only letting her out when he decided it was time to open the cage. But once he did, so long as it was in the bedroom, at least, that mischievous little monster morphed into the desirably divine.

And it was only for him, Nanami felt a dangerous sense of pride in knowing. Only for him.

“Well it looks good on you,” Nanami complimented as he slightly adjusted the way the accessory wrapped itself around your pretty neck. Then he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his heart swelling when you nestled your cheek into his palm, those misleadingly innocent doe-eyes of yours blinking up at him and silently pleading for him to touch you more, more, more.

“Alright, baby, I know, I know,” Nanami agreed in a low, mirthy chuckle. His hands were resting on the outside of your thighs now, inching higher to toy with the thin waistband of your panties, fingers absentmindedly fidgeting with the sheer ruffles sitting daintily on your hips, hooking them underneath just to tease you, to get you to squirm. “Daddy’s gonna be good on his promise, just be patient.”

Now he moved onto unhooking your bra, savoring the way such soft, pretty skin was revealed beneath the pink silk and white lace, the way your sensitive nipples perked in the cool air of the room, a wave of goosebumps raising over your flesh before fading away like a gentle wave pulling away from the shore to return back to the sea.

Nanami layed you back against the bedsheets, taking a moment to unbutton his shirt, though was interrupted by a different kind of jingling sound as your little fingers tugged lightly at the shiny silver buckle of his leather belt, a soft whine crawling its way up your throat as you looked up at him and pouted.

Normally, your Daddy would use your repetitious impatience as an excuse to punish you, in this case, most likely by edging you until you became a trembling, crying, drooling mess just begging for release, but again, Nanami guessed today he was feeling rather lenient.

Besides, he wanted this just as much as you did. He was just better at hiding it.

“Want something, sweetheart?” he asked mockingly, words dripping with condescending mirth as he quirked an eyebrow up at you, faking confusion. After you nodded, your hands finding a tighter grip around his belt and giving a quick tug to signal you wanted it off, gone, right now, Nanami cooed at you and said, “You know you have to use your words, baby. You know Daddy can’t give you what you want unless you tell him.”

Instead of abiding by his request to speak your wants, you gave a grumbled whine and tried again to unbuckle his belt, which caused Nanami to grab up both your wrists in one of his strong palms, movement swift and smooth, pinning them above your head and actually seeming to startle you for a second.

Your heartbeat stuttered before leaping back to fast-paced life between your ribs as Nanami glared down at you, his face only inches from yours, the dim light of the room casting eerie shadows across his chiseled features.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, princess…” Nanami warned, a little more steel to his voice now, though you could sense that it wasn’t entirely serious. Something about that sinful sparkle in his dark eyes gave him away. “Or do you want to be punished?”

Either way, you figured you wouldn’t risk it, so that time you opened your mouth to respond, a weak, shy mutter of, “W-want your cock, Daddy…” barely breathed out under your breath.

“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you,” Nanami pressed, acting chillingly indifferent with that air of oncoming cruelty that sent both spiky barbs of fear shooting through your veins as well as a flutter of excitement blooming in your belly. Then, capturing your jaw in his grip, though not in the bruising way he tended to do if he was really about to punish you, he said, “You know, if you insist on being a brat, you’re gonna be treated like one…”

“I-I want your cock, Daddy!” you whined, much louder that time, though you knew he’d heard you the first time.

At this, Nanami’s expression softened back into that gentle pride, letting go of your face only to grab his belt, undoing it and pulling it through the loops to be tossed to the floor in a short bout of clacking and clinking like it would’ve been that easy for you to do it yourself.

“Good girl…” he cooed, releasing your wrists momentarily to undo the button on his slacks. “See how you get what you want if you just do as Daddy says?”

The moment he’d kicked off what remained of his clothes and his cock was free, he crawled back on top of you, beginning to grind against your soaked core, likely on his way to ruining yet another pair of your favorite panties.

That’s alright. He’d just buy you more, after all.

A hiss was sucked in through clenched teeth as your eager little hands found his hard cock, wrapping around and giving a squeeze that was just enough to tease him. He’d always known that two could play at that game— the game he’d sometimes convinced himself he was the reigning champion of against you— only to be reminded that, yes, you may have looked like an angel, but he was the only one who knew how to bring the devil out in you.

After recovering from his unexpected wince and locking eyes with you again, he saw that mischievous little grin painted across your adorably defiant face, a lilting giggle upturned into an amused squeak speaking to the fact that you were fully aware of the power you’d momentarily held over him and liked catching him off guard. But when his dark eyes flashed with that calculated, dangerous glint, you knew you wouldn’t be smiling for much longer.

“You’re in the mood to play, huh?” Nanami taunted, grinding against you harder that time, quickly becoming ruthless. It was a nasty habit of his— becoming too rough too fast, often just to prove a point— but it was a habit you’d learned to enjoy, over time.

Because sure, he might fuck you fast and hard enough to make tears well in your eyes, to make weak little pleads of “Hurts, Daddy—!” and “S’too much—!” get caught in your throat in an attempt to get him to let up a little, your nails biting into the toned muscles of his broad shoulders and back as he pinned and pounded you into the mattress, but you both knew part of you had learned to like the pain. Sometimes you craved it, the mischievous little masochist in you breaking one of his rules just so he’d bend you over his knee and spank your ass or have you tied up while he teased you to tears.

Coyly biting your lip, you glanced up at him through your lashes and replied with a lazy half shrug, “I dunno, maybe…” And that…

That had Nanami grinning for an entirely different reason.

“Well, it’s up to you, baby…” Nanami began. “We can either play nice—” He reached down to gently rub enticing circles on your needy little clit through the soaked laced clinging to your pulsing pussy, pulling one of those melodic moans from your throat, your head thrown back against the fluffy pillows as pure, unadulterated pleasure coursed sweet and hot through your veins. But then, just before you felt yourself teetering on the edge of release, he was pulling back, causing you to whine and cast him a confused and irritated little pout. “Or we can play dirty.”

“I’ll play nice!” you were practically pleading, chasing his hand with an impatient buck of your hips. “Swear it, Daddy! I’ll play nice, so please—!”

Your sentence was cut off with a clipped gasp that turned into a low, sated moan, Nanami slipping his fingers in through the side of your soaked panties to touch you for real, the pressure on your swollen, throbbing little bud a skillful alternation of soft and firm, unraveling you more and more with each motion.

He had you arching your back and crying out before the minute was up, stomach clenching as he helped you ride out the aftershocks of your first orgasm of the night, your eyes rolling back and fluttering shut as they sparkled with sugary, seraphim lust.

He gave you some time to recover before the next round, but not much.

You weren’t even entirely sure when Nanami had removed the last piece of lace left clinging to your person, but as the cold air of the room registered on your weeping cunt, that fiery spark of anticipation reignited in the pit of your stomach.

The moment you felt his hot breath fanning over your pussy, you gripped the sheets in your trembling little fists. You knew this next part was going to last long, whether you wanted it to or not. Nanami was a master of savoring every last, painfully sweet taste of you, enjoying every slow lapping of his tongue along your slit like you were the world’s rarest, most radiant delicacy, syrupy nectar dripping from a fruit so ripe it was ready to burst.

He had to wrestle you still when your squirming turned to thrashing, your body unsure whether it wanted to get away from him or get closer, the agonizing push and pull of the electric pleasure zapping through your insides enough to fry your brain until the only thought you were capable of was how good Nanami made you feel.

Each moan that left your pretty mouth was pitched higher and higher until your second orgasm was crashing over you like a wave against a cliffside during a storm, limbs tensing and trembling violently as you tried to twist away, fisting the bed sheets until the skin over your knuckles was pulled taught and aching over your bones, Nanami forcing you past your limit until he’d drank up every last heavenly drop of you.

And as you lay there, shuddering and spent and slowly slipping back into serenity, he couldn’t help but admire the way your soft skin glistened with a thin sheen of sparkling sweat and your hair lay perfectly tousled and splayed beneath your lolled head, your chest rising and falling with shallow breaths that hitched every once in a while in gentle little gasps when his fingertips ghosted over your bare thighs, hitching your legs up and pulling you closer to him.

You weren’t sure if you had a third round in you, but it wasn’t up to you, so in the end that didn’t matter.

Nanami had played nice like he’d promised, though had still found a way to be strategically cruel in tiny doses, so now it was only fair you let him take his turn.

Lining himself up with your neglected entrance, Nanami made sure to ask before beginning to nudge his way in, “Are you ready, baby?” and after you gave a weak, fucked-out nod, Nanami proceeded to push his way into you, stretching your sensitive little hole inch by stinging inch, only slowing his already lenient pace when you whined or hissed or made those adorably broken, pitiful little sounds of pain that he’d practically burned into his memory by now, replaying them in his mind like a song stuck in his head whenever he was away for long periods for work and was missing you, just dreaming about the next time he could sink into that tight cunt of yours.

“D-Daddy—!” you gasped, a thin film of tears glossing over your shimmering eyes as the stretch on your unprepared entrance bordered on too much. You were gripping his arms in your trembling grasp, begging him with your eyes to mask the pain with some of his gentle coos or tender kisses.

“Almost there, princess,” Nanami promised, his voice a little strained from just how tightly your insides were constricting around his cock, knowing he was going to have to make it up to you for not helping properly prep you beforehand.

You’d been eyeing a brand new dress in the window of your favorite designer store a couple days ago but hadn’t had time to stop in as Nanami had been running late for a meeting that Gojo had only bothered to inform him of a few hours beforehand while he’d been out shopping with you. He figured he’d go back tomorrow on his way home from work to surprise you with. That might make the fact that you’d probably have a little trouble walking comfortably for the next few days by the time he was done with you tonight a little easier to bear.

“You’re doing so well for me…” Nanami sighed. “Always such a good girl—” Finally entering you down to the hilt, there was a moment of brief respite for the both of you, Nanami catching his breath while he gave you time to adjust to being so painfully full of him.

As a few of your tears fell, Nanami wiped them away and gently pressed his lips to your temple, leaving a trail of loving pecks from there to your neck as he whispered words of praise in between kisses.

“Love you so much,” he told you, brushing a few strands of sweat-damp hair from your forehead, preparing to start moving as he felt you relax a little around where he had split you in two. “So much sweetheart… You know that, don’t you?”

And there was another one of those saccharine smiles he lived to see, your flushed face beaming up at him as if he were the sun in your sky, reaching up to cup his face in your little palms as you said, voice reverent and doting, “Of course, Daddy. And you know how much I love you, too, right?”

Nanami couldn’t help but smile now too, playfully nudging your nose with his as he muttered, low and loving, “More than anything in the world?”

“More than anything in the universe,” you corrected, nuzzling your cheek against his, feeling the barely detectable roughness of where he’d shaved that morning, lightly twining your arms around his neck, the two of you just resting in this essence of tranquility that had blanketed itself over the room. Then, in a lull, as if drifting off to sleep, you muttered, “More than anything…”

Nanami almost felt bad that he couldn’t let you fall asleep right then— you looked so serene— but there was one act left in this tale of angels and demons and he was determined to have you both make it through to the finale.

Slowly, rhythmically, he began to move, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in with more force than you’d been ready for the first time.

But as the pace began to pick up until he was maintaining the perfect speed for you both, Nanami also toying with your overstimulated clit as he felt himself approaching his own release, you could feel that haze of sharp-edged ecstasy clouding your brain for the third time that night, barbs of twisted pleasure splicing with the sounds of his grunts and whines as your core fluttered and squeezed around him everytime he was buried deep inside of you, grazing against your sweet spot every time.

“C-can feel you in my tummy, Daddy—!” you gasped, your next moan clipping with that perfect, pain-laced pleasure. “F-feels so good! Don’t stop—!”

And that…

That was enough to send Nanami over the edge.

You’d barely whimpered half of his name out before you both were coming undone, him filling you to the brim with his hot, sticky seed and you gushing all over his cock, both of you painting each other in glistening arousal and pent up desire.

You were both sticky and slick with each other’s sweat and cum, your mouths seeking each other out one last time for a long, lazy kiss before Nanami carefully pulled out of you, watching with reverence as your abused little hole leaked more of your combined pleasure, unable to help himself from collecting it on the pad of his thumb and smearing it in absentminded patterns through your shining, gooey slit, painting it into your puffy folds and pushing some of it back into you once his touch migrated back to the source.

Would it be too selfish of him to force one more round out of you, to wring you dry, if that were even possible (in his experience with you thus far, it wasn’t)?

But then your adorable, tired little voice was registering to him once again, a feeble inquiry of, “Daddy…?” barely mumbled out of your glossy, swollen lips, causing his gaze to snap back to yours. “Can we take a bath together?” you asked, and before answering, Nanami took a few more seconds to admire you in your beautifully debauched state.

“Of course we can, baby,” he smiled, standing from the edge of the bed after unfastening the collar from you throat and draping a sheet over your bare form. “Just let me clean you up and then I’ll run us some water.”

Just before he could turn to head for his navy robe hanging off the back of the door, you asked, all silky sweetness and tender hope, “Can we use the bath bomb… one of the sparkly pink ones…?”

Nanami hummed out a note of gentle amusement, knowing how much you loved those things, loved the way the glitter lingered on your skin afterward and the sickly sweet scent of bubblegum or strawberries and cream wove its way into your hair, which he’d make sure and wash for you whenever you two shared a bath or a shower together, massaging your scalp with all your favorite products and brushing out the tangles for you as he did so. “Of course we can, princess,” he affirmed, now slipping into his fluffy robe and beginning to tread towards the master bathroom. “Anything you want.”

And when he returned from filling the porcelain, clawfoot tub full with your preferred temperature, he half expected to find you fast asleep, but your resting eyes blinked open and gave him another one of those genuinely devoted smiles.

After using a warm washcloth to wipe away as much of the mess that you two had made from between your legs, Nanami helped you to your feet and guided you into the expansive, spotless bathroom, all of its mirrors and pristine tile shining under the dimmed vanity lighting. You kept your hand in his as you lowered yourself into the tub, sinking into the bath with a little bit of a wince as the hot water touched your raw center, then a sigh as the warmth wrapped itself the rest of the way around you.

Nanami brought you over one of your bath bombs, placing it in your waiting, cupped palms so you could be the one to drop it in and watch it fizz, turing the bath a vibrant, glittering cerise, before carefully stepping in and settling himself in the tub behind you, letting you lay with your back against his chest, his knees slightly poking above the surface on either side of you as you both submerged yourselves further into the lulling calm of each other’s embrace.

And for all the stress and the long business trips and last minute meetings, being able to spend this time with you made it all worth it.

Because Nanami knew his job was, above all else, to provide and care for his very special, most favorite girl, no matter the cost or the sacrifices.

And you probably wouldn’t believe him if he told you how truly lucky he felt to have you in his life, to be able to come home to you every day and fall asleep beside you every night.

But, then again, you actually might. Because you felt the same exact way.

♡♡♡

I wanted to write another lil something for my sd!nanami since, well, I’ve been thinking about him a lot lately haha.

In the future I think I’d like to do something with a little more plot for him, but honestly, I feel like this version of him lends itself to pure smut just fine ;)

Anyway, thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

See you next time~

[zablife]

Pearls from Tommy

Author's Note: Blame @thomashelbyswife for these naughty headcanons! All that talk about Tommy's fetish for his wife's jewelry got me thinking...

Warning:🔞 drinking, nothing but smut

💋 Tommy buys you a long flawless strand of pearls for your birthday, gifting them to you before an evening out on the town. Despite your protests about the cost, he assures you nothing is too good for his beloved. "They're the gem of queens, my darling, and you'll have nothing less."

💋 When you return to your suite at the Midland after dinner, pleasantly tipsy from the champagne, he undresses you with feverish kisses, anxious to discard any impediment between himself and your soft skin...except your pearls.

💋 Admiring the shine of the beads in the dim light as they disappear between the valley of your breasts, his eyes become hazy with lust. He instructs you not to remove the jewelry in an octave lower than usual and you nod obediently unable to respond in your state of arousal.

💋 To your delight, Tommy has several creative uses for his present, breaking his own rule almost immediately by removing the jewels and wrapping them around your wrists. "Can't having you wriggling away while I'm tasting you, can I?" he asks, quirking an eyebrow at you playfully.

💋 After your first orgasm, you push him into a leather chair. Watching his face contort in pleasure as you repay the favor, rolling the strands experimentally over his firm shaft as a wicked smile plays on his lips. He's had another idea.

💋 Pulling you up from your knees, he guides you onto the bed and runs a knuckle through your wet folds. With a hum of appreciation at you laid out just for him, he pulls the necklace from his pocket and gathers it between his fingers, teasing your slit by dragging it tantalizingly slowly across your over sensitive clit, eventually making your breathing ragged with desire.

💋 You don't realize his mouth has replaced the jewelry, sensation overwhelming you when he begins to use a single, thick finger to fill you with the precious bauble. All too soon you're coming undone and he's pulling the strand from you along with a flood of juices as you tug at the long strands of hair atop his head.

💋 Pupils blown wide, he holds the necklace before you, glistening with your release and you gasp as he licks it clean, tongue running over each tiny ball as he had with your delicate bud moments earlier.

💋 He climbs up to meet you on the bed, lacing a large hand behind your neck and slipping the necklace over your head. You bite your lip as you mount him, feeling him throb inside you as the weight of the precious piece slaps your stomach, tapping over the spot he's hitting so delightfully and achingly deep.

💋 Tommy grips the strand of pearls in his fist hard enough to cease your movements and you cry out at the force wondering if you'll run out of air before it snaps. Desperate for more of you, he pulls you into a passionate kiss full of tongue and teeth before rolling you to your back and plunging into your velvet heat once more.

💋 As his pace becomes punishing, the sweat between you collects, sliding the beads between you, massaging your breasts and brushing your nipples. You don't notice the noise you're making until Tommy stops his thrusts just before your climax.

💋 He runs a single strand taught over your juicy, parted lips and onto your tongue. Leaning down to brush his nose against the shell of your ear, he whispers, "Have to keep quiet, love, or you'll wake everyone in the hotel."

💋With an impatient moan, you allow him to push your chin closed and you bite down as the first waves of pleasure crash over you. Muffled cries turn to gentle sucking sounds as you come down from your high, lustrous round gems rolling over your tongue as you pulse with aftershocks.

💋 "How do you feel, sweetheart?" Tommy asks, running his fingertips over your thigh as you sit in bed together afterward having a smoke.

Twisting the strands between your fingertips you giggle, "Like a queen!"

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[theoreticallyangel]

We angels appear human and blend in amongst everyone else so seamlessly, but it is the finer details of our form that reveal our true nature to the trained eye.

Perfumes that smell of incense not yet burned.

Small golden bells that ring from an anklet, beckoning the spirits.

Freckles that show how much the light kisses our face.

Eyes that reflect the greens and browns of Earth or the icy greys of comets.

A feather welded to jewelry or selenite in a pendant, symbolic of the otherworldly.

Photo albums lacing the shelves, filled with images of all things holy or from the veil.

Blood that holds iron from eons ago, and hair that shimmers like precious bronze, obsidian, gold in the sun and moon light.

Our form may be human in shape right now, yet our angelical selves still glimmer through our bodies into the eyes of those with the lens to see it.

[frankenfran]

what is your ideal ornate sissy armor setup to put Tha Girls in. how many pettis

first of all as many pettis as humanly possible! that's a given. but i ended up thinking about this quite a bit so you get a more in depth answer.

princess nettle ( @warmcoals ) is, obviously, a princess type. she's very sensitive and a bit dainty and capricious but she has a secret tomboy side behind the many layers of sissy frills. she can be prone to shyness but does very much love to be the centre of attention, as expected of a princess. she's very smug and has a bit of a superiority complex as princesses do and one of her bigger charm points is the way she gets flustered when that smugness comes back to bite her if she's proven wrong or outclassed. she has a bit of a temper as well and though she tries her best to hide it, her not-so-secret rage slips out every now and then. she does, much to her embarrassment, adore being babied and fawned over but only if you know the very specific ways in which she responds to it. she's the eternal baby sister and for somebody as self aware as she is it drives her nuts. frequently she can be heard saying "well when IM queen...." and other such indignant things. with all of that said she's still very capable, intelligent, and emotionally mature for her age. as fine an heir to the frown as you could hope for and then some.

her outfit inspirations are

gradriel from princess crown

eclair from la pucelle tactics

ymir from queens blade (both versions)

jelanda from valkyrie profile (not pictured)

royal knight jennifer ( @ahoneesan ) is the eldest sister, captain of the royal guard not by nepotism but through sheer skill. she is a handsome princely woman who comes off as somewhat serious at first glance due to her responsibility but upon further inspection you'll find that she's not unlike a dog in many ways. she's eager to please to a fault and easily swayed by praise and affection. if you know the right words to say she'll all but roll over and beg like a puppy. as such, she has earned the somewhat teasing nickname "royal hound". but much like a hound she is loyal, dedicated, and full of love. she will go to just about any lengths to please the ones she loves, especially her precious little sister, dearest princess nettle. still, her princely charm and elegance has made her quite popular with the ladies and as such it's not uncommon to see her politely fending off noblewomen at royal events, practically hiding behind the queen or princess like a scared dog. much like nettle she has a secret side to her that contrasts her brave tomboy front... truthfully she's a bit of a sissy and though she loves her princely attire she adores being a frilly feminine sissy dressed in lace and elegant jewelry. beneath her tomboy exterior beats the heart of a dainty, sensitive woman.

her outfit inspirations are:

lady oscar françois de jarjayes from rose of versailles (obvious)

female armamentalist from dragon quest

princess sapphire from princess knight

agrias oaks from final fantasy tactics

well. not sure if that's what you were asking for but! i had fun anyway so i hope you like it too. i suppose i could also do one for non gf mutuals and friends, a general uniform for knights and princess and princess knights but you'll have to give me a minute on that. i will not be doing one for myself so if either of my girls want to do that it's up to them... i would feel sheepish writing my own lol

[daenysthedreamer101]

Daughter of Steel and Bronze ~ HOTD

Targaryen!OC Headcanons

Princess Daena's personal style during her youth

HOTD masterlist

This will cover Daena's youth and her style while she was still a maiden and before her marriage and pregnancies (110-115 AC)

She grew up in a time of decadence when the Targaryens were at the peak of their power and wealth

Plus she is a Princess of House Targaryen and her uncle is the King, ofc she's spoiled to the core

Lots of jewelry! Earrings, necklaces, rings, headbands covered in pearls and gems, you name it she owns it

Variety of precious stones and gems; amethyst, sapphires, diamonds, moonstones, pearls, opals, jade; but mostly rubies and red garnets.

Silver compliments her fair skin the best but also wears gold

Owns a special necklace of Valyrian steel given to her by her father, Prince Daemon

Owns plenty of chunky, chandelier necklaces with big gems - she mostly wears these in court

When she's hunting or flying she wears dainty earrings or studs so they don't mess with her hair

Has a habit of playing with her earrings when she's nervous

Wears at least 3-4 rings

Now, outfits

Silks, velvet, Myrish lace - nothing but the best for the daughter of the Rogue Prince

the classic Targaryen colors, red and black, are a staple in her closet

Once she claimed Vermithor bronze and copper became another prominent color in her wardrobe

Besides, bronze also represents her Royce side and her mother

Also purple! So much purple!

She fully embraces her Valyrian heritage and doesn't care to adhere to Westerosi standards; something she inherited from her father

Most of her dresses are cut in a way to emulate the styles of Old Valyria and the ancient dragonlords

Long flowy gowns with long, cape-like sleeves that spread like wings when she struts down the halls of the Red Keep

All of them cinch at the waist or have a belt that accentuates her figure

Ofc, she owns gowns that are more in line with Westerosi standards; she mostly wore these when she was young and still lived at Runestone

As she matured and developed her own sense of fashion, she started dressing more in line with her Valyrian side

It was partly because she genuinely wanted to honor her ancestors, and partly to make a political statement; she was a Targaryen and she will always be one and she will proudly show off her heritage

All of them are covered in rich embroidery and fine details

Her dragon riding suits are more angular and structured, with shaper lines

Some are made of leather, and some of harsher materials that are more durable

She has several riding coats in various colors; black, red, dark brown

All of them have belts because when she's flying she needs to secure all the chains of her dragon saddle to it

Next, her hair

She has the classic silvery hair of House Targaryen

It's a silvery blonde with a pearlescent shine to it

Keeps it long; it's past her shoulder blades

She has curly hair thanks to her mother, Lady Rhea

She doesn't straighten her hair like Rhaenyra

When she's flying or hunting, she usually braids her hair into a single plait or pulls it up into a braided bun

When she's at court or in her free time she usually wears it down but always has a couple of braids adorning her head

Owns plenty of headpieces and always has some sort of jewels in her hair

DRAGON HAIR CLIPS!

She takes great care of her hair and applies oils imported from Dorne and Lys to make it extra soft and shiny

Her hair smells like lemons and rose water

[chemos-factories]

Which primarch dolly would be best at taking cock? And I don’t mean fake crying from pleasure like some sex dolls have, but which butthole would be the most slick and accadanting to it’s grith and size? Or: You think like with how imperial fists are all about enduring pain, would Dorn be that type of guy to pretend sexualy as a statue while partner electroduces them and call him his huge brave little dolly?

Hmmmm, very good questions all around. First of all, I must say; I don’t think EVERY primarch would be a doll. Some of them would be dollmakers, and some of them would have no interest in dollification whatsoever.

IMO the list is as follows:

Lion: Doll, only for Sanguinius, reluctant at first but then feels how lovely it is to have his angel fuss over tying his hair back with a ribbon and call him a beautiful doll. Then he’s smitten with the concept. Gets dressed in fancy Caliban court attire and imperial dress uniform, because he’s a little figurine of a knight. Doesn’t get penetrated, but Sanguinius will jack or suck him off at the end of doll time if he behaves.

2: turns out they were a recast knockoff :/

Fulgrim: Doll OR Dollmaker. Partial to the ball jointed doll, EGL kind of look; fluffy petticoats and lace and ruffles abound, big sweet eyes, pink cheeks and lips. Will be a dollmaker for anyone curious, just to help them try it out, and is secretly holding out hope that Konrad will agree to it one day; he has such perfect pale skin, and big dark eyes, and long dark hair, he’d be the perfect doll. Fulgrim gets penetrated by his own dollmaker, easily and eagerly - his cunt is soaked by the time he’s fully dressed, he enjoys it so much, and from there it’s just a matter of pushing his petticoats up.

Perturabo: Neither, but not for lack of trying. He gets too impatient and uncomfortable to be a doll and too frustrated being a dollmaker. He’s asked Fulgrim a few times if he can have a go at him while he’s still in doll headspace though.

Jaghatai: skip I don’t know enough about him

Leman Russ: this guy’s into prey/pred and puppy play, not dolls

Dorn: Yeah kind of exactly what you said, honestly

Konrad: HE WOULD BE SUCH A GOOD DOLL I KNOW HE WOULD. Unfortunately. The everything else about him. Keep asking, Fulgrim, you’ll get him one day. Wouldn’t like penetration, but would like grinding with another doll while their maker watches.

Sanguinius: Dollmaker!! More of a masculine focus with his dolls, dressing them up like decorated generals in parade uniform or fairytale princes. Pretty enough to be a doll himself, but it feels too much like worship to him, and he doesn’t like being worshipped

Ferrus: Another dollmaker! For Fulgrim this time. He doesn’t like an awful lot of frill and decadence in his own life, but when it comes to making sure the ruffles and petticoats sit perfectly on his doll? He’ll be laser-focused on lace. Adores putting on the finishing touches; hair ornaments, jewelry, gently sliding and buckling shoes on. Having Fulgrim so malleable in his grasp just makes him bend his dolly over and fuck him full as soon as he’s dressed.

11: concept for a playline fashion doll that never got past prototyping :(

Angron: DO NOT

Roboute: Another smart-suited fairytale prince doll for Sanguinius! Doesn’t get penetrated, but adores giving oral - tell him he’s even prettier on his knees and he’ll whine

Mortarion: Stinky. Do not attempt

Magnus: He’ll try anything once! Prefers the clothing worn by the wealthy on Prospero for dolls - light, gauzy linen skirts dyed beautiful colours, jewelry dripping with precious metals and semi-precious stones, intricate sandals, maybe even a beaded net over the hair. It’s about the process, to him, not fitting the criteria of what a doll ‘should’ look like. Prefers to penetrate, regardless of if he’s doll or maker

Horus: Simply does not ‘get it’. Likes kinky sex! Just doesn’t click with this kind

Lorgar: Nah. Religion kink, maybe virginity kink, but not dollification

Vulkan: I don’t think he’d be a dollmaker, but he does strike me as the sort to want to play with a doll. Maybe he can work out an arrangement with one of the makers

Corvus: Dolly in denial. Get Corvus a pretty little gothic lolita dress and a black petticoat and cute little mary-jane style shoes and that’s it. The point of no return. Corvus would also be such a beautiful doll, with the pale skin and dark eyes and hair.

Alpharius(? Omegon??): Who. Fucking knows

[tj-dragonblade]

Would love to hear about Treasure for the WIP game

Okay, this one's shameless pwp from a few smut prompts last spring (jewelry, make-up, finger-fucking, piercings, and panties). It's nothing but an excuse to have Dream dolled up in lace panties and stockings and heels and tons of jewelry (piercings and otherwise, including a tiara) and gothy makeup, and let Hob take him apart a few times. It may develop emotional themes as we go; time will tell. The very beginning is still in progress but doesn't need much; the full first orgasm is written and whenever the mood strikes I'm working on orgasms 2-4. An excerpt, heading into nsfw territory:

"You named me your treasure," Dream purrs, fingers toying with the back of Hob's hair, low down at the nape of his neck.

Ah. Yes. He does vaguely remember such an endearment slipping from him just last week, panted helplessly into Dream's mouth while Dream undulated slow and relentless in his lap.

"I have. Adorned myself, accordingly."

"I mean. Treasure's not just gems and fine fabric and precious metals, y'know. Can be…anything, really." He doesn't know why that's what comes out of his mouth, except that Dream decked out like this, straddling his lap, leaning in close—it's shorted all his higher brain functions and his mouth is just running on auto-pilot, apparently.

Dream pulls back, the first hints of a pout showing on his ebony mouth. "Do you wish to argue semantics or do you wish to plunder your treasure?" His head tilts up, haughty and aristocratic, tiara enhancing the effect. "Or do I need to change into something more to your liking?"

"Please don't." Hob grips tighter at Dream's bony hips, forcefully re-engaging his capacity to think. "This is, in fact, very much to my liking. Sorry I'm no good at poetry, but you look…bloody amazing. Delectable. Wanna lay you out on an altar and worship, you're so damn pretty."

Dream's self-satisfied smirk returns, at that. "Then worship me upon the altar of your lap, Hob Gadling." He presses closer, sinks gentle teeth into Hob's lower lip and pulls, letting it slide free easily. He reaches somewhere and thunks a bottle of lube down onto the table beside them. "I crave your touch, the talents of your fingers within me."

"Of course, yes. Anything you like, whatever you want. But first—" he grips Dream under the thighs, hefts him up with a mighty grunt, rising half out of his chair to turn and deposit Dream onto the table "—first, let's have a proper look at you." He sits back enough to see all of Dream and Dream smiles slightly, indulgent.

"As you wish, then. Look your fill of the treasure before you." He plants his hands behind him, tilts his head up, spreads his legs wide, invitation written into every line of his body.

And Hob. He appreciates every detail of how Dream's dolled himself up, the stockings and heels and makeup and the jewels adorning everything; he truly does, but right now his focus is narrowing quickly. His hands go to Dream's thighs without thought, smoothing over the black pearls and the rubies sewn into the lace bands topping the sheer silk stockings, moving up to edge under the lace wrapping Dream's hips. He leans in, brushes lips to Dream's sternum beneath the looping strings of jewels, glances up to catch Dream gazing fondly down at him as he moves lower; it's a look that makes it impossible to hold back his words.

"God, do you know what a hard cock in fancy lace does to me? And when it's you?" He presses open-mouthed kisses to the soft flat of Dream's belly as he goes, tonguing the navel piercing briefly.

"Perhaps," Dream allows, so smugly that it's clear the panties were no coincidental serendipity on his part. His fingers thread into Hob's hair, a gentle hold round the back of his head as Hob mouths lower, and Dream leans back accommodatingly.

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