#she was wordlessly begging it was so fucking hot

[cregansdingdong]

ɢɪᴠᴇ.

Cregan Stark x fem!reader | no use of y/n | warnings: NSFW, cregan likes to eat out pretty princesses

Hot stuff under the cut. 18+ only. I'm not responsible for the content you choose to consume. ty.

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"Gods—don't stop!" She mewls, gripping the tapestry behind her head like it was her only lifeline. It was. "Don't you ever stop!" His hand against her stomach keeps her pinned to the wall of her chambers, his head buried somewhere pleasant beneath her nightgown. Her thigh was hitched obediently over his shoulder, trembling by the motions of his eager tongue. It was always like this. Sloppy, carnal, desperate—fueled by a lustful guilt as she broke her illusion of maidenhood again and again. Cregan didn't care much for the pretending of his favorite Princess, so long as he was the only man she broke it for. He grunts wordlessly in response, his mouth unyielding in his assault on her nearly throbbing bud, more of her sweet nectar leaking just for him. Just for him. If she wasn't so close to the edge already, he'd probably give her a good slap on the thigh for that desperate demand, but the Warden of the North was feeling particularly generous.

"Come on." He murmurs, gray eyes flicking up at her face as her pretty pearl was locked dutifully between his plush lips. "Give." The vibrations of his rasp—which had sounded less like a soft urging and more like a beg—sent fire up into her stomach, but it was cold all the while, like snowflakes falling onto a lit hearth, both dousing at her and cracking the flames hotter. His mouth was ruthless, free hand digging into the softness of her hip as he waited for what he really wanted. Her own fingers burrow themselves into his dark tresses by his nape, trying not to pull despite how she was already teetering. "Almost!" She gasps, more of a plea than anything else. Her stomach was tightening under his grip, clenching and releasing as she tried and failed to catch her breath. Cregan's presence was an imposing one even on his knees in front of her, head ducked under her lilac nightgown, the hem bunched up over his crown—it was a sinful sight to witness.

A man starved, Cregan's tongue dips inside of her, eyes fluttering closed as he fucked up into her entrance. The bridge of his nose was equally as merciless, pressing against her bud back and forth like a prayer. He was groaning the more she leaked, all the while incomprehensible mewls of what he could assume were appreciative in nature flooded past her lips as she came for him. The thigh over his shoulder was tense, heel digging into his back—his name became a worship. It only worsened as the sounds of indecorous slurping reverberated off the stone walls of her chambers. The Wolf of Winterfell was a greedy one. Even as the bliss came and left behind a lull of peace, he was still there on his knees to lick her clean.

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[sincerelyneo]

mark doesn't know | n.jm

“but she’s under me and i’m not stopping”

💿now playing: scotty doesn’t know by lustra

❯ summary: You don’t even remember how it started, but Jaemin does. He’s wanted to get his hands on you the minute he met you — and he’d be damned if he let something as silly as his friend get in the way of the thing he really wants. So alas, you’ve been fucking your boyfriend’s friend for the last two months.

❯ pairings: jaemin x fem!reader (brief mark x reader)

❯ genre: boyfriend’s friend! jaemin, smut, light angst, college!au.

❯ words: 3.1k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, smut, cheating (boo), unprotected sex (don’t do this!), dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, light chocking, hair pulling, begging, reader uses she/her pronouns, reader cheats on mark with jaemin.

You don’t even remember the first time it happened; or more so, how it happened. 

"J-Jaem we really shouldn't be doing this,” you huff out as your boyfriend’s good friend sucks on the skin against your neck, right below your ear. 

His breath is hot, and his touch feels melting. 

"You say that every time, and yet, look where you are. Back with me again.”

Your next words are cut off by the feeling of Jaemin’s lips pressing against yours. You want to give in, but something's on your mind this time — guilt. 

Pushing him back, you try to move from the wall, but he keeps you there. "We can't, not again. Mark’s on his way-"

He covers your mouth with his hand. He fucking hates when you bring him up. He fucking hates that his friend is the one that gets to have you on his arm. And he certainly fucking hates the fact that he had been the one to introduce the two of you in the first place. 

You were Jaemin’s lab partner before you even knew of Mark’s name. One night when you were over at Jaemin’s house for an assignment, Mark just so happened to turn up. If Jaemin had it his own way, he would have never even planned to introduce you to his older friend — but he was the one who told you to answer the door that night. 

And God did he fucking regret it. 

The memory of you answering the door with an immediate blush and flutter of your eyelashes at Mark’s presence played on his mind every time he saw the two of you together. 

You never looked at him like that — well at least not back then anyway. 

In Jaemin’s mind, he had made it very clear that he had a thing for you. He’d made it obvious, hadn’t he? 

Well, that’s what he thought. So, when news hit that you were fucking the older boy and going on dates with him; it was safe to say that Jaemin was beyond pissed. 

And when you were the one to kiss Jaemin one late night of studying — he seized the opportunity because he’d be damned before he lost his shot with you again. And thus, the two of you fucked every Thursday night’s study session. 

"Don't. Don't say his name,” he growls, low and nasally enough to have your stomach fluttering. “Now, nod your head if you're gonna stop worrying and listen to me.” 

You nod your head almost instantly with wide eyes. You couldn’t help the way your pussy grows even more slick, threatening to pool in your underwear, at his dominant demands.

"Good girl,” he says when you obey him, finally removing his hand from your mouth.

He sinks to his knees in front of you, pushing the few dishevelled stands of his hair out of his face to look up at you.

“I’m gonna give you something else to think about." He spreads your legs apart, snaking his hand delicately around your thighs to reach under your dress and tease the waistline of your panties. 

You wordlessly look down at him. And although you're not saying no it’s not enough for him.

"Tell me gorgeous, can I have you for tonight, again?" His voice seems deeper and his tone thicker, eyes searching yours for confirmation.

You close your eyes as he starts to drag the lace down your thighs, "I need words, Y/N. Can I have a taste?" 

"Yes." You sigh out.

"Yes, who?"

"Yes Jaemin.” 

He has you lift up your feet, one at a time, so that he can remove your panties completley. Your eyes shoot open just in time to see him stuff them in his back pocket. Your body starts to throb at the sight — the sight of him being so smitten for you. 

He grabs one of your legs, hoisting it up so that it's over his shoulder, exposing your bare core to him. Jaemin wasn’t a man of withstanding, so he wastes no time working his tongue the only way he knows best — the way you like it.

He starts by licking a long stripe up your wet cunt, groaning at the taste. The sound sends ripples against your clit, making your body jolt forward further on his tongue. 

"Can't believe you wanted to deny me of this,” he mumbles, shaking his head.

He suctions his mouth on your clit, making your breath hitch in your throat. You're biting down on your lip, hard enough to draw blood, as he starts sucking and pulling on the bud. You're certain your legs would have given out immediately had he not offered his shoulder as support.

"Sorry, m'sorry.", you moan, hands coming to grip his hair but he stops you. 

"I didn't say you could touch me yet,” he smirks up at you. 

He continues licking your clit until he reaches his hand down to your cunt to join his tongue. He watches your eyes shut in pleasure; the way your hands are clenching into fists, resisting the urge to touch him, wanting to try your best to follow his orders.

The pads of his fingers go to your swollen nerves, starting to apply pressure with slow torturous circles and your head slumps back against the wall, mouth hung open as a deep moan floats out of you. He lets two of his fingers dip down to your hole, teasing you a bit before sinking them in with no resistance. 

You know you’re not going to last, and you’re too out of your mind to even feel slightly embarrassed about it. You could get down on both knees right now and praise god for those fingers of his.

"I've missed how you feel against my fingers baby, couldn't forget it, soaking wet for me just like last time,” he says, looking up at you with thick lashes. 

It has your skin tingling, and your heart thumping against your chest; so hard that it's rippling down to the throb between your legs that only worsens as he continues pushing. 

"Can feel you clenching on my fingers,” he further teases, voice like gravel as he continues to watch you in amazement. "But I bet you wish it wasn't just my fingers, hm?" 

You bite your lip to stop a moan, but then Jaemin stops the movement of his fingers, pulling a whine from you. 

"Answer me baby. You want my cock in this tight little cunt, don't you?" 

You can practically feel him smile when he nuzzles his face into your thigh, watching you struggle to respond. 

"Jaemin please just-", you choke on your words when he begins to finger you again. 

"Just what? Use your words, Y/N."

"Want you to fuck me, please, stop teasing me,” you whine frustratedly. 

"Y'know I just love to hear you beg. Gonna fuck you, promise, but I want you to cum on my fingers first,” his fingers begin to pick up pace, curling to hit the spongy spot inside to which you cry out. 

Your teeth clamp down on your lip again as you circle your hips against his hand mindlessly, earning hiss after hiss from him. 

"Yeah? Gonna make a mess of my fingers? Be my good girl?" 

You can only moan in response, your mouth dropping open with small pants coming out. You start clinging to his shoulders, trying to stay upright. The sensation of your muscles contracting, with each thrust of his fingers and the heel of his palm rubbing against your aching spot, has your legs trembling.

"So close, Jaem, I’m so close. Let me cum." 

Jaemin looks up, nodding against you in a silent confirmation that you can — and you swear you see stars. You can feel your walls deep inside cracking as he starts sending shockwaves through your body. Jaemin even has to hold you up as your leg almost collapses and your hold on his shoulder tightens.

He continues to soothe and flick over your clit even after you come down from your high, and you're too weak to push him away.

"Jaem- baby I'm sensitive,” you tell him and he finally draws back, grinning up at you with a sly smile. 

He sets your leg down, getting up from his knees to stand right in front of you, his hands cradling your face as he kisses you. 

It’s sloppy and harsh, like he needs this or he’ll die, like he doesn’t want you escaping him, ever. You can taste yourself on his tongue and you groan into the kiss, your hands fisting the bottom of his shirt.

"More- I need more,” you mumble against his lips before kissing him again. 

Jaemin brings his hands from your face, to the back of your neck, using all the power he has to —somewhat— forcefully pull you away from him. 

"You know how this works. You gotta tell me more than that," his voice is just above a whisper, a sadistic smirk on his face as he watches your eyes struggle to leave his lips.

"What do you want more of, hm? More of my mouth?" You shake your head no, and Jaemin pretends to sigh. He tightens his grip on your neck, making you look him in the eye. "If you can't use your words, I can't help you." 

Jaemin knows exactly what you want and how you want it. But he can’t help but love seeing you get all needy and frustrated. It’s his own personal reminder of how much you need him — or better yet — how much Mark isn’t satisfying you. Knowing he gives you something Mark can’t, never fails to make his cock ache. 

"I want you to fuck me,” you finally say, voice barely audible. 

"I couldn't hear you. Repeat that for me?” He taunts and it makes you want to stomp your foot in frustration. 

"Stop teasing me, please. I need you to fuck me.” 

Jaemin grins at this, wasting no time in releasing your neck so that he can pick you up and carry you to your bed — Mark’s bed.

You let out a small squeal, swatting at him to put you down. You hated the way he was always picking you up, but for him, having you wrap around his waist was his way of being as close as possible to you. He tosses you down on the bed, making you look up at him with a glare.

"Be careful dumbass." 

He raises an eyebrow, lips quirking up into that stupid smirk once again. "You've got quite the mouth all of a sudden."

Jaemin kneels down on the bed in front of you, parting your legs so that he can be in between them. 

"Just a few minutes ago it was ‘oh Jaem I’m gonna cum, don't stop please,” he mocks with a small laugh, causing you to bring your hands up to hide yourself. 

Jaemin stops you though, pinning your hands down beside your head. "Oh none of that. Where'd my bratty girl go, huh?"

The way that he barely has to use any of his strength to pin you down, plus his large and muscular frame boxing you in, has you practically drooling. 

He inches his face closer to yours, tricking you into thinking he's going to kiss you, but just as your lips graze his he turns to the side, making you kiss his cheek instead. 

"Jaemin," you whine. 

"Sorry sorry, you just looked so desperate for it, I couldn't resist,” Jaemin knows the effect his words have on you because your hips are bucking up into the air as the throbbing returns to your core.

"Want a proper kiss?" he asks, and you nod, staring up at him with pleading eyes. "Yeah? Beg." 

It's a simple command that usually would have had you scoffing, telling Jaemin to get over himself and stop teasing, but you're so needy for his touch that you give in. 

"Jaemin", you whine again — and oh does he love the way you say his name. "Baby please, kiss me, I- I need it." 

He knows that you can beg better than that, he's heard you do it plenty of times, but he takes mercy on you, partially because his own need is screaming just as loud as yours is. He lets his lips connect with yours and wastes no time ravishing your mouth. 

He growls into the kiss, bringing one of his hands to curl around your throat, adding a little pressure as his tongue explores your mouth like he's never kissed it before.

You two are a desperate mess now, as you start to work with each other until you’re both fully undressed. Breathy pants and soft moans fill the silence in the room. 

Jaemin’s towering over you, his knees poking in between your legs to probe them wider for him. You don’t resist, you don’t want to. One of his hands reaches down to fist the throbbing cock between his own legs as he rubs himself teasingly between your seeping folds. 

"Condom?" You ask, trying to think as clearly as possible.

Jaemin looks almost offended that you've asked, scoffing as he positions his tip at your entrance. 

"Since when have we ever used condoms?" 

"We haven’t. I just thought you might want to-"

You're cut off by a gasp as he begins to push into you, the familiar delicious stretch and slight burn settling in. You hear Jaemin swear under his breath, as his hips flush right against yours. 

"You just thought what?" he asks as his head dips down, nosing along your jawline before peppering wet kisses along your neck.

"I- uh,” you stutter, losing your train of thought from the feeling of him inside you; so deep and hard and rough.

You bite down on your lip. You only ever have Jaemin like this; and you can't explain the overwhelming feeling you get whenever you get to have him with no barriers, getting to be as close to him as possible — even if you didn’t deserve it. 

"It's because of him right? You're worried that he'll have to feel my cum deep in this pretty pussy of yours, aren't you?" 

And although his tone is somewhat playful, there's a bite to it. You know how Jaemin feels about having to sneak around; knew all about how he wishes you were his and his only. 

He doesn't allow you to respond though, knowing that's a conversation you'll have to have at a different time. Instead, his hips slowly begin to rut against yours, your mouth dropping open in a silent moan. 

"Fuck fuck fuck,” Jaemin groans against your ear.

Your hands are clawing at his back as his thrusts pick up pace. And as much as he loves you doing that, marking him as yours in your own special way, he redirects your hands to his hair. You immediately begin to tug at his locks, loving the way it feels between your fingers. 

He speeds up his pace. The sharp sting radiating through you, mixed with the sensation of his centre grinding against your own. His movements cause a crippling to all of your senses and creates an unbearable, but familiar, throb in the pit of your belly.

Jaemin is a mess of pants and grunts on top of you, mixed with the low moans that rumble inside of him when he circles his hips harder against you.

"I'd drag this out all night if I could, but my cock is aching for you," he grits through his teeth, snapping his hips against you one last time before pulling away.

He wets his lips, darting his eyes to yours before snapping his mouth from your neck to lean down and press an affectionate kiss against you. Both of you are inhaling sharply into the kiss when you feel him hit his cock in the deepest places, collecting the arousal there.

Your parted lips hover against each other, shallow breaths mixing together as he pulls out of you, and you whine. He starts slowly circling around your entrance like he's teasing himself as well as you. 

You gasp, when he inches forward again, going at a tortuously slow place. He had you so slick with excitement as always there's no resistance at all.  

His eyes squeeze closed as his jaw goes slack, letting out the most erotic moans. You can feel your muscles stretching out to accommodate him and it feels euphoric.

You wrap your legs around him tighter, needing to be closer, as he continues to draw his hips back and forth in fast powerful strokes, switching between kissing you harshly and whispering dirty nothings into the air between you.

You grip your fingers tighter on his hair, moving your lips to go to his neck, kissing and sucking on the skin, feeling his pulse thump harder as you do.

He hisses, clenching his teeth as his hand takes hold of your hip, digging his fingers in while his hips jolt forward, "Shit, if you keep doing that I'm not going to last.”

How needy and desperate he sounds spurs a fire in you, moaning against his skin as you push your hips back against him.

“Then don't last, I won't either, I just need you.”

You nip and suck at the heated skin on his neck, swirling your hips against him to spur him on, and he lets out a frustrated growl before he angles your hips up and draws back, snapping forward roughly. It makes your head roll back as you arch into him when he repeats the action again.

"Is this what you needed baby?" he grits, his jaw tenses as he thrusts into you abruptly.  "Wanted me to fuck into you harder? Wanted someone to fuck you properly? Wanted me to show you just how much better you feel clenched around me?"

You can't answer, only managing to gasp out short, strained moans in rhythm with his thrusts as he drives into you in sharp, deliberate motions, filling and hitting all of the places inside you that only he can.

The noises leaving Jaemin are borderline animalistic, the guttural and hoarse sound, vibrating through your whole body as he starts to fuck into you at a relentless pace.

You can feel yourself tightening and clenching around him, muscles pulling him in with each thrust as he knocks against all the right places that were already aching for him, urging you further into your orgasm.

"Shit- Jaemin, I think I'm gonna co-"

You're cut off once again, but not by Jaemin, by the sound of your front door opening. 

"Babe, are you home?"

[artinvain]

begging on my hands and knees 4 some alpha abby

thank you because me too. men, minors, ageless and blank blogs dni or follow!!!!

alpha!abby x omega!reader

cw: alpha abby, abo verse, masturbation, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, daddy kink,

your body is thrumming, blood running too fast and too hot through your veins. you can feel the ache in your belly, stretching out and aching to be filled to be stretched and bred.

you'd nested and prepared yourself with warmth and abby's scent surrounds you, her warm sweaters bushing soft against your skin. you groan out, whining as you press a vibrator to your clit, bucking your hips and jerking as you cum, your overly sensitive bud twitching.

"abby please," you yelp, fingers sinking into your swollen pussy as you reach for your phone and dial abby's number again and it goes to voicemail again. you cry out in frustration about to reach for a dildo when your bedroom door creaks open.

abby steps into the room and her scent permeates your senses, back arching and nipples hardening as she approaches, shedding her clothes and murmuring sweet nothings as she clamber into your nest.

"it's okay baby," abby moans at the sight of your pussy open and glistening on display for her. "my sweet omega," abby bends herself over you, kissing your face and cheeks and mouth. tasting your moans as she sucks your tongue into her mouth and reaches down to rub at your wet clit.

"please, please i need you inside," you whine out as abby sinks her fingers into you, "you're so fucking wet honey, oh fuck is this all for me?"

"all for you alpha," you gulp, "just to take your cock," you whine as abby's fingers curl into your gspot and uses her thumb to rub over you clit until you're shaking.

abby grunts as you start to leak down her wrist, "just cum for me honey, i'll make you feel good yeah? I'll take care of you," she kisses your open mouth as you cum, gripping her bicep and biting down on her shoulder.

wordlessly abby kisses down your neck, her hands coming up to play with your sensitive nipples. abby squeezes and twists your nipples, your skin prickly as abby sucks and makes marks on your mating gland, your eyes go hot white with pleasure as you cum, heat spreading from your belly and coursing through your veins. "god you're so fucking needy, cumming when i haven't even touched you?"

"so - need you inside daddy - please," you mumble as abby shifts her sweats down and eases her cock into you, watching you eyes roll back as she sinks in. you moan loudly as abby's hips press against yours and she groans with you at the pressure of you hot and wet around her.

"good girl, omega. such a good girl for me," abby groans, her hips moving of their own accord as she holds you close, and your nails scratch down her back. "oh god you feel so good baby," abby slurs, drunk on your pussy and the moans you make as she fucks into you.

"want your cum inside, please please," you moan, you feel like you'll explode without it. her hot cum seeping into you - "want you to get me pregnant," you moan and abby's body shudders, freezing as her hips snap into you and she cums whimpering "oh baby, god you feel good, that's it fuck," she groans biting down on your shoulder, her eyes rolling back.

abby's hips don't stop moving and you cum, the feeling of her cum spilling into you sending you over the edge, "oh fuck, god i wanna see you all swollen with my baby," abby moans as she starts to buck her hips with new vigour.

"oh my god, yeah - please wanna be so full of you - abby," you whine as she reaches down to rub your clit and your back arches as she spears into your gspot and you quiver with another orgasm, your eyes squeezing shut as you cum with a yell of her name.

abby groans and turns you over, her cock slipping back into you, "god you're so fucking easy, just begging for my cock yeah?" abby moans, pulling your hips back into her.

"yes! yes daddy, just for you -- need you please,"

"m'right here baby," abby presses her hand in between your shoulders and starts to fuck harder into you.

"wanna fill you, see your tits all big and leaky for me," abby whines, the feeling of her knot making her so sensitive. you grip the sheets so hard your palms hurt but you're so overridden with pleasure, all you can feel is the delicious stretch and grind of abby's cock inside you.

"fuck, m'gonna cum baby, fill you with my knot -- shit want you to cum with me," she moans, and you groan low, cumming and squirting onto the sheets below you as she stuff you full with her knot and collapses on top of you.

😘🏷️ @lesbian-useless @sexysapphicshopowner @iamaboringrattat @lavendersgirl @bimboprincezz @emiliabby

[her-satanic-wiles]

October 11th

Sensory Deprivation, Cirrus x Reader

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Words: 1.5k

Warnings: Sensory deprivation; spanking; sapphicism; established relationship; soft dom!Cirrus; reader’s a little bratty shit; temperature play; nipple play; use of sex toys; praise kink; squirting;

Taglist: @sodoswitchimage @enchantedbunny @bitchywitchygardener @thew0man @sodomiser @the-did-i-ask @copias-sewer-rat @gehrmansbignaturals

🔞 MDNI 🔞

Cirrus made sure your hands were the first to go; lying you on your back and tying your wrists together and securing them to the metal headboard. She always made a habit of making sure they were tight enough that you couldn’t slip out of them, as more than a handful of times you’d done that and cackled about it to her face. You still think about the punishment she gave you afterward. You were so sensitive for a solid week.

Your eyes were the next to go; a soft, satin, black strip wrapped around your head blocking out any light remaining in the room. She loved toying with you, taking her time and making you squirm for her, fidget in anticipation of what she had planned. You trusted her wholeheartedly of course - you wouldn’t allow yourself to get put in this position without total trust of your safety and well being. But there was a thrill that came with this demon that kept you on your toes. You never knew what she was going to do next.

“Remember your safeword?” She asked.

“Teletubby.”

She smacked your thigh. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”

You tried to move away, your bratty giggles loudly bouncing off the walls of her bedroom. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You pleaded.

“What’s the safeword?”

“I won’t have to use it, so I don’t even know why we have one.”

She smacked your thigh again. “If you don’t tell me what it is right now we stop playing.” Her tone was serious, and serious Cirrus was an insanely hot Cirrus. It made heat pour into your core.

“Oranges.”

“Thank you. Little shit.”

You felt the bed release where she’d stood and your ears stopped picking up the sound of her footsteps where she’d clearly left the room, leaving you tied and vulnerable to her bed. Left secured and alone, you had never felt wetter in your life. You didn’t even hear her close the door - knowing Cirrus she did, she would never put you in that position unless you explicitly asked for it, but the thought that anyone could walk passed and see you stark naked and restrained like that had your hips bucking in search of releasing the tension that was building. You were so desperate to have something or someone touch you it was almost pathetic.

You didn’t even hear her return, but all you felt was something impossibly cold on your stomach. The feel of the intense temperature change had you gasping in shock, and your body moving to get away from it despite being tied to the bed. “C-cold!” You exclaimed.

“I should hope so,” she taunted, “it’s been in the freezer for a long time.”

The actually object itself felt heavy, even though her hand was holding most of the weight. The material was hard and unbending, and so, obnoxiously cold. She moved it from the middle of your stomach and traced it over one nipple, making you hiss at the feeling, before she moved it to the other. The two buds now stood erect and providing Cirrus more ground to play and tease you with.

Just as your nipples were beginning to get used to the sensation, she lifted the object and removed it completely. The sound of something heavy dropping into a full container confused you. That was until the cold sensation was back on your nipples, but this time softer and much wetter. Ice. She was now rubbing ice all over your body. You moaned at the feeling, your desperate and empty hole clenching around nothing as you wordlessly begged for more. But due to your combined heats and the temperature of the room, it wasn’t long before the ice died.

But that clearly wasn’t a problem for her as her cold hands moved to your clit and rubbed, the shocking temperature contrast having you screaming out once more. She circled your clit a few times, with a small amount of pressure, not enough to have you feeling good, but just enough to have you needing more. That was when she replaced her fingers with another ice cube, rubbing it all over your vulva to get you prepared and melt a bit, but then placing what was left of it directly on your swollen bundle of nerves.

“Oh, fuck!” You yelled in surprise, your hips bucking up sharply.

She simply chuckled in response, and you knew she was having the best time torturing you.

Once the ice had melted away she stopped all contact for a brief moment. You could hear the ice in the bucket moving and adjusting as she retrieved the item that she put inside of it. You felt it prod at your entrance and push inside slowly. There was little stretch and zero resistance, meaning that she was about to fuck you with your glass dildo that had been dunked in an ice bucket for you didn’t know how long. “Cirrus!” Her name came out of your mouth as a shocked gasp again more than a moan, but there was no denying just how incredible it felt. She sank the toy all the way inside you and bent down to give your lips a chaste kiss.

“How does it feel, baby girl?” She asked.

“S-so fucking c-cold!”

“Is it good?”

“Yes! Yes it feels good! Please move!”

“Aw,” you could hear her pouting, her tone became condescending, “only good? I guess you don’t like it then. I’ll stop.”

“No! Don’t stop! It feels incredible. I love it! Please!”

She laughed at you again. “Good girl.”

She moved the dildo and angled it perfectly, making sure it hit your g-spot every time. She’d learnt your body pretty quickly when you first became a thing, and did everything she could to have you seeing stars. The glass dildo was always a favourite of both of you. You because it felt incredible. The heaviness of it combined with the firmness and the ribbed shaft meant that every inch of your cunt felt some kind of pleasure. The weightiness provided the perfect pressure to ensure that you would always have a great time with it. She, on the other hand, much preferred using it to her fingers because you always squirted with it - without fail. And it was never a small trickle that would cascade out of you like a waterfall, no. It was cartoonish or pornographic. It was always like the tsunami gates opened when they weren’t meant to and the ocean would just come pouring out. If she didn’t see it herself, there’d be no way she’d believe any person could do such a thing. But you could, and she loved it.

She bent forward again, her hot breath enveloping your nipple and alternate between sucking and licking it. The stark contrast between the cold dildo currently ramming into your cunt vs. her hot breath put you in almost a state of delirium. As good as the dildo was, though, it wasn’t anywhere near close to tipping you over the edge.

“Cirrus!” You called.

“What, baby?” Her tone was always so patronising when she drove you insane like this, and it only heightened your arousal. It made you feel pathetic, desperate, needy. And you loved it.

“I need you.”

“You have me.”

“I need more.”

“More?” She continued to thrust the dildo inside of you, now hitting the tip of your cervix. The angle this time was downwards, knowing what you wanted from her. The base of the dildo, every time it reentered you, scraped barely against the bottom of your clit. It was driving you mad. “But I’m already giving you so much! Is my girl being greedy today?”

“Please, I want to cum so badly!”

“Is this not enough for you, baby? Hm? What else do you need? Tell me.”

“Y-your fingers, please!”

“So polite! Good girl. Where do you want them? Here?” She began to pinch and tweak the nipple she was just sucking on.

“No! My clit. Play with my clit.”

“Such a good girl for me.”

She obliged your request, shifting further down the bed so she had complete access to your core. Her thumb began rubbing your clit as her other hand continued to work the dildo inside of you. You could hear the sound of your own slick squelching as she fucked you over the sounds of your unashamed and wanton moans.

“Sathanas!” You screamed. “I’m gonna cum!”

“No, pretty girl. What do we say first?”

“Please let me cum!”

“Good girl. Cum for me.”

It seemed to happen all of a sudden. The knot in your stomach that was ever tightening snapped, and you came around the dildo. You felt yourself let go completely, hearing your own slick pouring out of you and Cirrus’ voice talking you through it. Always her good girl. Always so good for her.

Pulling the dildo out of you felt like torture because she dragged it so slowly. You felt so empty and sensitive, and you whimpered at the loss of contact. “Now, now,” she gently scolded you, “you can’t be the only one to have all the fun.”

She removed you from your restraints and gently rubbed at where they left marks. She slowly removed the blindfold and gave you time to adjust to the light of the room. She sat there on the bed, as naked as you. “Make me cum now, baby.”

Previous Day ⛧ Next Day

[steviebbboi]

Ordinary is Ordinary

Chap 01/02: Steve meets Gem

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Gem)

Rating: Teens and up!

Summary: You viewed life as it was: ordinary. To you, life was an endless cycle of simply trying to make ends meet. People work, sleep and wake up to do it all over again. A chance encounter with a certain captain challenges your philosophy of what is considered to be ordinary.

A/N: Fluff on fluff, a meet cute with Steve and Gem! This is a two-parter that I also wrote around 2018. There's not many warnings other than getting ready for some teeth-rotting sweetness from Steve. Hope you enjoy reading :)

Coffee dividers by @thecutestgrotto - Thank you so much for creating these!

Diamond divider by @firefly-graphics - wonderful work as always! Thank you sm!

"Chris, why not?" You asked desperately.

"I'm sorry, but I can't make ten orders of coffee while I have a line of customers behind you." The barista said reluctantly.

"You know that my boss will kill me if I don't get these coffees in by 8:00." You begged imploringly.

Chris responded with a slight tilt to his lips, "I know, gem, but I'm sorry, I can't. My boss already scolded me because of that huge lineup from before!"

"Chris, I'm sorry but please, you know that I need this job," You leaned in close, "Without this job, I won't even get a scolding— I'll just get fired and you know it!"

Chris looked at you sympathetically, "Gem, I know. But if I serve your order again with customers behind you trying to get their own morning coffee before 8, then my boss will kill me and then I'll lose my job. You're going to have to either wait for the line to pass or find another cafe."

You were ready to fight one last time, quite keen on keeping your job, until a voice behind you spoke up.

"Hey, I'll get half of whatever she gets."

The guilt that you were feeling doubled down and you instantly turned around to shoot down the stranger's request until you saw his face.

The man was tall, built and broad shouldered. He had a clean shaven face that showed his cutting edge jaw line. He was rocking a full head of brown-blonde hair and wore a simple dark, navy blue flannel and black jeans. In other words—

The man was fucking gorgeous.

Chris looked as dumbfounded as you did, "Uhh, sir..."

Chris' stammering broke you out of your weird staring contest with the guy’s oddly attractive forearms and decided to shift your gaze to his blue eyes, "Sir, don't worry— you really don't have to do that."

The man gently smiled, "Don't worry, ma'am. Honestly, I don't mind waiting."

Chris finally spoke again, "Sir, that is very generous of you but are you sure?"

You quickly interjected as you could see that the attractive man was about to persist with his request. "Chris, you know what? Just cancel my orders— it's totally fine. I'll go somewhere else."

You gave the guy another thanks, and heard him call for you as you walked to the exit, but you ignored him and walked back outside into the brisk, cold air. You groaned in exasperation, realizing that you were going to have to Yelp another cafe during rush hour.

You waited outside, yelping other locations for about 10 minutes when you heard the front door of the cafe swish open and close. You were so preoccupied with your phone that you didn't feel the towering presence next to you. You looked up and realized that the hot guy was carrying one bag that was carrying three trays of coffee in one hand and, in the other, another tray of coffee.

You looked up from the bag to his eyes and said warily, "Hi?"

The man smirked a bit, "Hey, I know that you said that you'd find another cafe but I saw you standing outside after you left and decided to just buy it anyway." He handed you the bag and you took it wordlessly.

"Why would you buy ten cups of coffee for a complete stranger?" You asked him skeptically. You supposed you should be flattered but in New York, you never know.

"Let's just say that I've been in a position of risk before. From the smallest things, just like needing to buy ten cups of coffee every morning to putting yourself in the front lines. I get it." He smiled and nodded, as if he expected you to understand.

Even more confused, you shook your head, "Well, at least let me pay you back." You reached for your wallet.

"Honestly, Gem, don't worry about it. It was good talking to you." The man nodded and walked away with his tray.

You frowned as you stared at his departing back, noticing that he referred to you as Chris did at the cafe. He must think that’s your name (but really, the nickname comes from chatting up your barista for the past five years). But also– the front lines? Risk? Also, why would a stranger, a hot stranger, buy your job's coffee? You had so many questions and the man just walked away.

Your curiosity getting the better of you, you turned and saw the man walking down the sidewalk before finally turning on Montague street. You quickly made up your mind to follow him while shouting, "Hey, sir! Wait!"

You ran down the block and made the right turn. However, your attempts in catching the guy were futile as he seemed to have disappeared as quickly as he appeared behind you at the coffee shop.

You huffed in frustration and looked at your watch. Grateful to have some time to yourself, you caught a cab to go to work. In the car, you couldn’t stop thinking about the strange handsome man.

Now, you were no stranger to the movies and books showing romantic "meet cutes" and other such notions. When a man buys a girl a drink, alcoholic or not, it's hard to not read between the lines.

"But the way he spoke to me...it doesn't make any sense." You thought to yourself. "It almost seemed like he was genuinely just happy to fix the problem."

Maybe he was just a handy sort of a guy who likes to help others. A "true humanitarian." Then again, he could also be a complete psycho who thrives off helping women in coffee shops.

You shook your head to rid yourself of this morning’s odd experience. "I'm just going to take it in stride. A hot guy bought your coffee, which saved your job, which basically saved your life. Be grateful."

You plastered a smile onto your face as you swiped your ID into the turnstiles and went about your day as usual.

It wasn't until you got home and turned on the news that you saw another Earth invasion—this time with what looked to be transformers.

It wasn't until you got into bed, did you realize who exactly bought you coffee and saved your life.

Your eyes were resting softly as you thought about the news coverage on what transpired in South Korea and Sokovia. The footage showed all of the Avengers fighting as the city of Sokovia floated above the ground.

With a shock, your eyes opened wide at your next thought, "Captain America bought my coffee."

What do we think?? Love a NYC meet cute honestly. Comments/likes/reblogs are welcome and so appreciated, thank you for reading :)

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Main Masterlist

[aaron-m-geist-ff]

I’ve been eating up all these zodiac matchups so far and I’ve decided to finally put my big girl pants on ask for one of my own. I think I mighta mentioned it in a comment but I’m a taurus girl ♉️ ✨

The thought of a food kink jjk imagine has been plauging my mind lately so I thought I’d pass on the idea if that’s something you’d like to include

-love, June 💗🍓

Hey there, June bug! I was waiting for you to finally send in a request and I am so happy that you did 😄 obviously I had to let you cut in line to the VIP section because you have been supporting me for so long ;)

(don’t worry everyone, I will get to the rest soon! I love answering these match-up requests and thank you to everyone who sends asks 😊🩷)

And oooh a food kink? Naughty.

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You got…🥁🥁🥁

Mahito! You’re welcome

“M-mahito… It’s intense-“ your voice came out in a soft tone. You were hesitant to hear yourself speak, hating how weak and compliant you sounded. It could actually be quite difficult for you to relinquish control. As a Taurus woman, you can be quite stubborn and strong-willed. You don’t want anyone to see you in a vulnerable state. You desperately tried to hide your blushing face, covering your lips with your hand. You felt ashamed for enjoying this.

Mahito met your vulnerable eyes. He kept a cool and focused expression as he shook the whipped cream can again. At first, this started out as a joke. The two of you had been laughing and spraying the cream onto each other. But now?? Mahito was extremely serious about it. He had you lying upon the mattress, straddling your hips to make sure that you couldn’t get up.

“Calm down.”

Mahito’s tone was firm. He gave you another serious glance.

“I want to lick these pretty tits of yours, fleshlight.”

He began to spray the whipped cream onto your chest. The cool sensation caused you to whimper, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt your nipples get covered completely. Mahito’s tone of voice made your arousal spike. He was being extremely dominant with you. It made your mind short circuit, torn between being stubborn and submitting.

You chose the latter.

“Mh!” You moaned when you felt that warm and slick tongue roll over one of your sensitive buds. It swirled around it, lapping up the creamed sugar effortlessly. Mahito latched onto your nipple then, sucking on it gently.

“M-Mahi,” you whimpered. “Please-“

You had no idea what you were begging for. A part of you wanted him to stop. It felt so fucking intense, your breasts were extremely sensitive from how turned on you were. But the other part of you wanted him to continue. It felt good in some ways.

“Shhh,” Mahito hummed. “No stopping right now.”

He began to seductively lick the cream off of your chest, flattening his tongue against your warm skin. You nearly cried from what he said. Mahito didn’t intend on giving you a break any time soon. That scared you. Your nipples could get very sensitive from too much attention. He was being sweet about it right now, but you knew Mahito too well. He could be very sadistic at times.

“This cream is so good, y/n. Even better than your little human pussy.”

Mahito said it so nonchalantly. His words felt like a stab in the back. You started whining wordlessly, a hand still clasped over your mouth. You couldn’t handle this. You needed praise, and Mahito knew that. He knew what he was doing, that manipulative sadist.

“Oh? She doesn’t like being insulted, hm?”

Mahito had moved his hand to cup your pussy through the fabric of your panties. He squeezed you there carefully, which made your clit throb with need.

Goddammit. Why was it so hot when Mahito would give your genitals pronouns?? You were starting to think that there was something seriously fucked up about yourself.

“N-no…” you choked. You tried to thrust against Mahito’s hand, attempting to get some more sensation. But Mahito withdrew from touching your special place.

“Such an impatient girl. Maybe I should get a chastity belt for you next time. That way your needy pussy can’t interrupt me when I’m trying to enjoy my snack.”

Mahito grinned, poking out his tongue to lick another long stripe up your exposed chest. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. A..chastity belt?? Your face heated up so fucking quickly. You had never felt so embarrassed in your life.

“N-no chastity belt,” you begged. “Can’t take that…”

Mahito sighed. He ran a single finger over your panty-clad pussy to tease you. You shivered and flinched from the soft touches.

“Well,” he began. He sounded incredibly logical as he spoke.

“Your little clit is to blame for that. If she gets too impatient, then I will have to punish her. Understand?”

Goddamn. You were so fucking wet. For some reason, this was all turning you on so much. It felt scandalous and wrong, which made your heart race from the thrill of it all. You nodded, gasping when you felt Mahito’s tongue gathering the cream around your other nipple.

“I…understand!”

[givemequeen]

door-slamming: john x reader

request: hi!! i was thinking maybe u could do a john smut where hes been holding in alot of frustration and he takes it out on the reader? not like- in an abusive way lol like sexually?  umm can I please uh request a John and reader smut? Just filth where the reader is really submissive and they like fuck over a desk or she’s on the kitchen counter and it’s rough but v hot?? a/n: i loved this request!! thank you :)) honestly each time i write i have to hold back and not make it too hard oops. pairing: john x reader summary: the tensions between The Beatles has become too much for John. warning: hard smut (hopefully u think its hard), ass smacking, dirty talk. year: late 60s. word count: 992 (similar to the last one oops)

John was doing a lot of door-slamming recently. He would come home from the studio fuming and would slam the door. You didn’t like it but you understood, things weren’t the best with the band. He would then either lock himself in the room until dinner time or seek you out - either for comfort or to rant.

Tonight was no different. He was later than usual but the slamming was the same. You swore it shook the whole house. You peeked into the entrance, determined to have a conversation with him and avoid a night which would result in him locking himself in the room and you alone.

“Johnny.” you said as he tore off his shoes.

“What?” he snapped.

“No need to take that tone with me.” you leaned against the wall and crossed your arms across your chest.

“Go to the room. I’ll be in two minutes, you better be ready to fuck.” he growled without even looking at you.

You pushed off the wall and stared at him, unsure as to what to do. You knew furious John fucked better than anyone but a conversation might be the healthier option...

Fuck healthy, you wanted to get fucked.

Wordlessly, you rushed up the stairs and quickly went to the bathroom to get ready. You then undressed, leaving your clothes in a pile by the door and laid on the bed, trying to get comfortable but somehow remain sexy.

Exactly two minutes later the door to your bedroom flew open and John barged in. He had undone his button up shirt and was throwing it on the floor. He undid his belt and looped it around his hand. The button of his jeans was undone which gave you a peak of what his happy trail led to.

“Turn around.” he said, his eyes were burning with desire.

You obeyed and laid on your stomach, your ass in the air. He stepped towards you, his hand feeling the smooth of your ass, and his belt smacked against you - hard. You whimpered and clenched your thighs, already feeling that primal urge.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re not going to be able to walk. You will have to stay in bed all day like the useless slut you are... I’ll fuck you all day too until you are so sore you will beg me to stop...” he smacked you again. “Until you can no longer take my cock.” you moaned, eager to feel him in you.

You heard as he spat in his hand and let out a sigh as he slipped a finger into you. The soft sigh quickly turned a gasp as he shoved two more fingers into you, not bothering to escalate slowly and directly jumping to three fingers. You closed your thighs and he smacked you with the belt. This time it was much harder, the noise filled the room.

“Fuck!” you groaned.

“Shut the fuck up, whore. Who let you talk? Did I fucking give you permission?” you remained silent but he smacked you again. “Did I fucking give you permission?!” you shook your head. His voice was loud and commanding.

“That’s what I thought.” he had lowered himself, you felt his breath fan out against your ass, the air making your ass sting. You were sure that tomorrow you would find belt-shaped marks.

“I’ve been around fucking morons all day, thinking about fucking you. It was unbearable. I don’t know what was worse, Paul’s whinny voice or my boner.” you bit your lip, his fingers were curling inside you.

His thumb went to your clit and he began to pleasure you there too. You spread your legs, eager to feel him everywhere, and grabbed the sheets. 

“I want to hear you moan my name.” he said as he planted a kiss on your ass. “Now.” 

You obeyed and opened your mouth. Your moans poured out like water shooting out of a dam. You moaned his name and yelled as his belt came down against your ass again. His fingers slipped out of you and you begged him to put them back where they belonged but John ignored you. You heard the ruffle of clothes as he threw his pants and underwear across the room and yelled again as he slammed into you without warning.

His thrusts and hard from the get go, giving you no time to adjust. He grabbed your hair and yanked it back, pulling you against him. He attacked your neck, biting and sucking, and grabbed your breasts, squeezing and pinching your nipples.

You turned your head to kiss him but he pushed you down. He slammed into you, making you yell out in a mix of pain and pleasure, and smacked your ass with his hand. He pressed your head further into the mattress as his cock reached deeper into you. Tears were beginning to roll down your cheeks. 

In one quick movement he slid out of you and spun you around. Your eyes fell on his face and you nearly came right there. His hair was messy and his were sharp. He tugged you down and slammed back into you. His hand slid up your stomach and chest and rested around your throat. 

Your legs were spread wide open and you had a direct view of his cock sliding in and out of you. You moaned and John tightened his grip around your throat. He was close, you could tell by his movements.

His fingers went between you legs and he began rapidly playing with your clit. You moaned his name making him cum. He pressed into you, as deep as he could go, and dragged you into an orgasm with him. He rode you out, pushing his cum further into you, before collapsing on top of you in a sweaty mess, his cock still deep inside you.

Your thighs ached but you ached for more of him.

[princess-of-purple-prose]

Yoo Joonghyuk vs. Online Shopping

In which Han Sooyoung and Yoo Joonghyuk disagree on what Yoo Joonghyuk’s post-scenarios wardrobe should look like.

786 words; read on AO3!

“And now that you don’t have to worry about blood showing through, we can get you some other wavelengths of light in your closet, too,” Han Sooyoung says breezily. Yoo Joonghyuk, who had been tuning her out for a good ten minutes, finally feels some faint alarm bell go off in his head at those words, and he pauses his game to turn to look at what she’s brandishing a finger at: her computer screen, filled with rows and rows of images of… trendy modern clothing.

“What,” he says.

“Colors, Yoo Joonghyuk, colors,” Han Sooyoung says, rolling her eyes. “I’m saying you can branch out with, like, a blue shirt or two. Maybe green if we’re feeling adventurous.”

“Why would I do that.”

Han Sooyoung’s mouth slants at his flat tone. “Well, you’ve always kind of stuck to permutations of your outfit from scenario one, and the black coat... I mean, it’s hot, yeah, but is it even practical anymore? Let me tell you right now: we’ve all noticed it isn’t sweat-resistant anymore.” Kim Dokja, sitting away from the other two at the dining room table, makes an indeterminate sound—possibly a smothered protest, possibly a chuckle. “You can’t only ever alternate between that and lame tracksuits and identical goddamned black sweaters, is what I’m saying. You suck all the light out of the room just by standing in it.”

“Yah, Sooyoung-ah, give his face some credit, too,” Kim Dokja calls. Yoo Joonghyuk glares at him, and Kim Dokja beams—first at Yoo Joonghyuk, then at Han Sooyoung. “See! He’s doing the face right now!”

Han Sooyoung sighs gustily. “Either help me get this idiot a new wardrobe or just shut up, Kim Dokja,” she calls back, unnecessarily loud for the scant distance between them, before following it up with a disparaging mutter about Kim Dokja’s tastes that Yoo Joonghyuk doubts he was meant to hear. Or—no, actually, Han Sooyoung absolutely intended for him to catch the derisive comment on his chuunibyou tendencies.

Han Sooyoung turns away and points demonstratively at the screen. Yoo Joonghyuk stares wordlessly at it, then at her. She sighs again, with less affectation this time. “Listen. It won’t kill you to expand your wardrobe, is all I’m saying. Actually do some justice to that physique, why don’t you?”

Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips tighten. “I like my coat.”

Han Sooyoung looks up to squint at him quizzically. “I know??”

“And I like black,” Yoo Joonghyuk says, still toneless.

Han Sooyoung scoffs. “We’ll get you a new coat if it matters that much, dumbass. But you—”

“And,” Yoo Joonghyuk glowers, “I am going to continue wearing both.”

Han Sooyoung visibly restrains herself from putting her face in her hands. “I’m not saying you can’t keep the fucking coat, okay. I’m just saying—begging—for you to wear something other than identical black turtlenecks. Fine, I won’t put you in a crop top, but we’re going to get you in something brighter than navy blue if it’s the last thing I do, you hear?”

“No.”

There's a long silence, broken only by Kim Dokja cheering under his breath at whatever mobile game or webnovel it is that he’s been entertaining himself with.

“No to…?” Han Sooyoung prompts, voice hovering at a precarious edge between incredulity and unbound fury. “Answer me, moron. No to what? To buying a single piece of clothing that doesn’t look like it came from that shitty dragon’s shitty merch line? Is that what you mean?” 

Yoo Joonghyuk is silent.

“... Stop bullshitting me, Yoo Joonghyuk.”

“...”

“No, are you serious?”

“...”

“You know what? Fuck you. What the fuck do I even try for,” Han Sooyoung says spitefully. She navigates away from the page she’d been on with great vindictiveness, muttering with bloody intent. “Goddamn protagonists and their one-note wardrobes, who do you think you are, you clow—” She jabs a key so hard it’s difficult to believe in its continuing functionality. “I’m getting you cargo shorts.” 

Yoo Joonghyuk nods and settles back against the couch, clicking resume with his controller. “That’s fine.”

“What the fuck?!” Han Sooyoung cries over the renewed sounds of Mario Kart pinging through the room.

“It’s the pockets,” Kim Dokja calls without looking up from his phone.

“It’s also Yoo Joonghyuk!” Han Sooyoung shrieks, flailing her arms at him.

“You don’t have to get the cargo shorts,” says the man in question.

“Fuck you, obviously I have to get the shorts now!” Han Sooyoung shrills. Yoo Joonghyuk sighs. Kim Dokja, apparently less absorbed in his screen than it would seem, snickers.

“Just for that, Kim Dokja,” Han Sooyoung promises darkly. “I’m buying you shorts too.” He looks up, protest hanging off his lips, and she growls. “Khakhi ones.”

[nhasablogg]

It's camp!

Fandom: Stranger Things

Characters: Steve, Robin

Anonymous said: Hi! Could you write one where Steve is messing with Robin so she straddles him and tickles his belly button? Maybe they’re at his house having a sleepover and he makes fun of her haircut?

Words: 920

Steve became suspicious when Robin didn’t want to take her hat off in the middle of july. “You’re gonna get heat stroke,” he told her, going back and forth between opening his window and slamming it shut upon realizing it was still too early in the evening for the air to have cooled down. “I’m serious, Robin, I don’t feel like driving you to the hospital if you collapse.”

She rolled her eyes, pulling the neon green thing lower down so that it covered her eyebrows. “It’s comfy.”

“It’s psychotic behavior. Did you shave your head or somethin’?” It was mostly a joke, but the way Robin tensed up made him gasp. “You didn’t.”

“I didn’t!” she was quick to reassure him, pulling a strand of hair out of the hat. “See? Hair.”

“So then what’s your deal?”

“I might’ve cut my hair myself?”

Steve waited for her to laugh and say she was joking, but no laughter came. “Robin, oh my god.”

“Listen,” she started, sitting up, legs crossed on Steve’s bed, where she was about to spend the night like many other nights. “I- it’s a gay thing.”

“Okay?”

“Shorter hair? Like short short hair.”

“Right.”

“The hairdresser never wants to cut it as short as I want.”

Steve was beginning to see where this was going. “So you decided to take matters into your own hands.”

“Exactly. But-” She winced, grabbing her hat, but not pulling it off. “But I messed up.”

Steve rubbed the bridge of his nose. “You should’ve asked for help.”

“I know.”

Her voice sounded small, which was fucking terrifying to hear and Steve found himself reaching out to squeeze her knee. “I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

“Promise you won’t laugh if I show you?”

“‘Course not.”

“It’s getting hot.”

“Told you.”

She sighed and shoved the hat off, her hair a mess of tangles on top of her head. Steve waited for it to settle down enough before he said anything, only to promptly realize it wasn’t settling down at all. 

“Oh my god.”

“You said you wouldn’t laugh!”

“Woah, woah, am I laughing?” He wasn’t laughing, but that was mostly due to shock. “Robin, I- Did you try to cut layers?”

Robin nodded wordlessly and Steve mentally wondered how he could convince her to go get it fixed at a hairdresser. “It’s- nice. It’s camp.”

“Did Eddie teach you cultural words again?”

“It’s a good thing he did. I can definitely see the vision here.” He framed her face with his hands. “Way ahead of your time. A trendsetter.”

Robin snorted. “You’re making fun of me.”

“I’m not! It’s-” He waved his hands around, trying to think of a word. “Cool?” The way he’d said it, slightly high pitched, laced in a question, accidentally made way for a laugh which came out at the end, and he was already apologizing by the time Robin had tackled him.

“You’re so dead, Harrington!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s not funny, it’s just-”

“It looks bad. Just say it.”

“I’m sure we can get it fixed-” He had no time to say anything else as Robin’s fingers were worming their way under his arms, nimble and strong and unbearably ticklish. “Wait, wait, I’m only trying to he- stop!”

Straddling his hips, Robin and her ridiculous haircut hunched over him, her frown slowly smoothing out as he laughed and laughed and begged and laughed. She’d caught him off guard, okay? He could totally fight back otherwise. Probably.

“Oh-kay, no, not there, come on-”

Robin had this thing where she would zero in on a spot and not move away until Steve was a puddle beneath her. This time it just so happened to already be one of his worst spots, much worse than underarms which she’d only tortured for a minute. As Robin ignored him and tickled the edges of his belly button, shoving his flailing arms away easily, Steve felt he would pay for three of her haircuts if only she stopped.

It was a good thing they were alone, because Steve’s scream could surely be heard throughout the whole house. “Robin!”

“This is what you get,” she said, finally grinning at him which was at least a bit of a win for him. “I told you not to laugh.”

“I barely did- oh my god!”

His hands being free was nearly worse, as he came close to relief and then pulled right away from it. Robin was occupying one of her own hands purely with blocking his attempts, her other dancing around his belly, but mostly keeping close to his navel. His shirt was still pulled down, but it tickled too much nevertheless.

The first time she’d discovered this particular spot was a day he could never forget no matter how much he tried. The persistent pokes, over and over again, laughing when he jumped. Embarrassing, but also strangely nice to feel close enough that this could be happening. She’d discovered many spots since, but that memory was one of his strongest.

Also maybe because Robin kept bringing it up, making a very clear reference now as she was poking at his navel over and over. His whole body jerked with each poke, his laughter becoming choppy. He felt nearly as ridiculous as her haircut. Maybe he shouldn’t tell her that though. Although how much worse could this get if he did?

She stuck her hand under his shirt and Steve found out just how much worse it could get, all right.

[forlorn-crows]

Sunny/Dew. You can decide the scenario. Just give me the wild chaos twins fucking each other silly.

CHAOS TWINS T4T 69ING BABYYYY

dew is such a mess. im not sorry.

Dew moans around a mouthful of Sunshine’s dick, thighs already quivering where they bracket her face. Sunshine grabs his asscheeks and spreads them roughly, tonguing into the entrance of Dew’s dripping cunt with filthy accuracy. Dew keens with every press of her nails into his skin, every lick against his sex, every pulse of her length against his lips. 

"Mm, bet I could make you cum like this,” Sunshine mutters against him. It’s a completely true statement, one Dew would like to vehemently deny despite it all. But he can’t. He’s happy as a clam to be perched on top of her, taken apart by her skillful tongue. 

Instead, he begs.

"Oh, Sunny,” he whines against the side of her length.  “No, please.” It's a token protest, especially when he clenches around nothing and squeezes another drop of slick onto Sunshine’s lips. 

He can feel her smirk. "Why not, baby?" She peppers little kisses to his folds, skirting where he wants it most. Dew digs his toes into the sheets.

"Want you inside—want you to—ah—” He’s cut off as she once again sucks his clit into her hot mouth. She bucks her hips against his face, wordlessly teasing him for dissolving into panting and whining against her cock. 

She pulls off with a wet plop. Dew groans into her skin. "But this is much more fun," she purrs, running a manicured finger softly around his entrance. 

“Please,” Dew begs again, high and reedy. 

“You do look pretty empty,” Sunshine muses. She teases his clit with the pad of her finger before dipping back into his folds, pushing the digit inside his cunt just up to the second knuckle. 

Dew moans so light and airy he has to clamp his hand over his mouth at how embarrassingly feminine it sounds. 

“I should fuck you with just my fingers if you’re gonna make pretty noises like that. What do you think?” She pushes her finger all the way in and strokes along his slick walls. 

“Mm hhmm,” Dew moans through his palm.

“What was that?” Sunshine pushes a second finger in next to the first, the sound of it lewd and wet. 

Dew lets his hand fall away, grinding against her hand. “Fuck.”

“That’s it,” she smirks. “Gonna cum on Mommy’s hand, just like this?”

It’s a punch to the gut with a white-hot hand of pleasure, like her words are the ones physically fucking into him. “Oh oh S-Sunny noo,” he whines, hips twitching, seeking friction. Again, it’s a token protest with the heat coiling rapidly in his belly, a string pulled taught by her clever fingers. 

“I think you are,” she sing-songs. He’s eagerly and shamelessly doing half the work for her now, thrusting himself onto her fingers. “You still look a bit empty to me though. Think you could take more?”

“More,” he parrots. 

“More what?”

“More, please . .  . m-mommy.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” Her tone is devious, scheming even. Dew barely has time to register it before she’s leaning up to spit on his hole, pulling her drenched fingers from his cunt and sinking one of them into his ass. Dew makes a choked off noise in the back of his throat, immediately clenching around her. His next moan can’t even be properly vocalized either, because she’s sinking the remaining three fingers back into his cunt with the same enthusiasm. And, in the middle of Dew’s wrecked and wordless gasp, she’s sneaking her free hand down to press on his clit. 

“Oh fuck oh fucking hell—” is all he can say before he’s spasming against her, orgasm ripping through him like a freight train. And Sunshine, bastard as she is, scissors her fingers just so and presses right above his mound with the other hand, on that spot that makes his brain go immediately offline. 

“Sun—ng—uh—” His eyes unfocus and he’s squeezing his thighs against Sunshine’s ears, gasping as he gushes warm liquid over her hands. 

“That’s a good boy,” she coos, working him through it. She can’t help the way her cock kicks at the sight, all wet, warm, and throbbing. She runs her fingers through it, over his clit, over his folds, over her own chin, before planting it wetly back on his ass. The moderate force sends Dew flat on his chest against her with a groan, completely boneless. 

“Sunnyyy,” he whines, slightly muffled by the meat of Sunshine’s thigh. 

“Don’t get too comfortable,” she warns. “I’m not done with you yet, droplet.”

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

Hearts Made of Starlight, Love Made of Sunshine

Paper Rings AU

Ship(s): Claire Debella x Agatha Harkness x Reader

Summary: A lighthearted moment takes a sexual turn. (Because these gay bitches are constantly horny.)

Word Count: 10.4k

Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY minors dni

Warnings (not in strict order): fluff, smut, unrealistic sex (do not try at home), use of general pet-names, use of sexual pet-names (kitten, bunny, dove), mistress kink, daddy kink, mommy kink, bondage, spanking, use if vibrators, use of dildos, oral sex (R receiving), squirting, humiliation/degradation kink, praise kink, begging, collars, subspace, overstimulation (implied), aftercare, mentions of titty sucking

A/N: it should be noted that I'm jumping around the Paper Rings timeline. This happens sometime before the events of Paper Rings takes place.

You smile at the sight of Agatha wordlessly passing the tray of freshly made cookies to Claire, luxuriating in their easy companionship.

“Can I have one?” You call out, knowing you're grinning like a sap.

Agatha frowns.

“No, love. They're too hot. Let them cool first.”

You turn your eyes to Claire.

“Don't even think about it, Debella.” Agatha says preemptively as she shuts off the oven.

Claire pouts.

“You're no fun.”

“No fun?” Agatha sounds offended.

“Yes.” Claire states, lifting her chin proudly. “I said what I said.”

Agatha lunges for Claire's phone too fast for her to be able to stop the witch.

“What are you doing?” She demands.

Agatha gives you both a shit eating grin, before changing the lofi music that had been playing softly in the background on the speakers to an entirely ridiculous instrumental piece you don't recognize, but Claire clearly does as her eyes widen in recognition.

Before you could ask why the song could possibly qualify for such a reaction, Agatha breaks down into the stupidest dance you've ever seen.

“Why, Agatha.” Claire moans, bringing her hands up so she could bury her face into them.

You, on the other hand, are startled into howling laughter.

“What the fuck?” You giggle. “Agatha, what the hell?”

“See? I can be fun.” Is all she says.

“Oh my god.” Claire mumbles.

“Join me, Claire!”

“Absolutely not.” Claire drops her hands to glare at Agatha, who's now whirling around the island.

Agatha shrugs.

“Fine, feel left out.”

She tugs on your hands and you follow her, laughing.

Claire looks on in horror.

“There's two of you now.”

You tip your head back and feel the joy of the moment bubbling through you.

“Sure is!”

“Oh god.” Claire groans. “Why?”

“Here, here, here.” Agatha says, stopping in front of the vampire. “You have to show them.”

Claire glares. “No.”

“Yes!”

“No.”

Agatha turns to you.

“Give her the eyes.”

Claire's mouth drops in outrage.

“That's playing dirty!” She protests.

It's not enough to save her from your incredibly well honed puppy eyes.

“Fine!” She gives in. “Just- just stop looking at me all sad and pathetic.”

Immediately you smooth your face out into a happy grin, watching with anticipation as she slides from her seat to stand.

“You owe me.” She says, aiming it at Agatha.

Agatha, who must've picked Claire's phone back up while you were busy committing war crimes against your mate, changes the song to something just as ridiculous.

You burst out laughing, unable to contain your howls of delight as Claire breaks down into a clearly long since choreographed dance with Agatha.

“Oh my god.” You say breathlessly.

Claire's expression just makes the whole thing far funnier than it had any right to be, as she followed Agatha's steps in making utter fools of themselves.

“Oh my god.” You repeat.

“I'll be your god in one moment.” Claire mutters, disgruntled. “And I won't be kind.”

“Someone's grumpy.” Agatha laughs.

Claire stops dancing.

“You know what, Harkness? This goes both ways.”

Agatha frowns.

“What possibly is there th- No. Claire, no.”

But it's too late, because Claire has shut off the music and has grabbed Agatha's waist into her hold.

“Come on… I thought you were fun.” She challenges.

Agatha narrows her eyes.

“Fine.” She accepts.

And to your utter amazement, Agatha allows Claire to lift her up, up, up, suddenly making you extremely glad for the excessively high ceiling.

“Just do it, coward.” Agatha says after a few moments, Claire's arms flexed, showing off her usually hidden muscle.

You shriek when Claire then tosses Agatha, hard enough she nearly grazes the ceiling.

Claire grins, and catches the witch with ease.

“Alright, let me down, you've proven your poOOOOINT- CLAIRE DEBELLA!”

Claire laughs, a sound that's lighthearted and filled with easy joy, as she catches Agatha again.

“Alright, if you insist.”

She gently sets Agatha down, who immediately crosses her arms.

“That.” She says. “Was mean.”

“No.” Claire corrects. “That was fun.”

“It was entertaining, is what that was.” You giggle.

Agatha turns to you.

“Fine then, if you thought that was so entertaining it can be your turn.”

Immediately you stop laughing.

“Uh… No, thanks.” You defer. “I don't like heights.”

“Don't tell me you're a coward.” Agatha taunts.

“That's exactly what I am.” You quickly nod.

“I don't know…” Claire hums, tapping her chin, grinning cheekily. “You did dance with Agatha, it's only fair you do something with me.”

You look between the two older women, darting your eyes back and forth, hoping to find mercy with one of them.

When you don't find any, you sigh.

“I swear, if I get hurt…” You threaten.

“No one's getting hurt.” Claire says in what you're sure she believes to be a reassuring voice.

“Uhuh.” You sarcastically agree.

Agatha only smiles as she hops onto one of the kitchen bar stools as she watches Claire firmly grasp your hips.

You clutch onto her shoulders.

“I really don't like heights. Or being picked up. Or-”

“You'll be fine.” Agatha calls out. “Claire could do this with a fucking kangaroo.”

You turn your head to stare at the witch.

“That's an oddly specific animal.”

“It was a dare.” Claire defends herself.

You look at her in shock.

“I'm sorry, you actually did this with a kangaroo?”

“Mhm.”

And that's right when she tosses you, as you're distracted.

You hardly have anytime to scream before you've landed safely, and oddly not roughly, back into her arms.

“Fucking hell.” You glare. “Warn me.”

“Fine.” Claire shrugs. “Warning.”

“Wha- Claire, noOOOOOOCLAIRE!”

Agatha howls with laughter as you wiggle enough in Claire's grasp that you fall to the floor.

“That was mean.” You whine.

“Oh, but it was entertaining when she did it to me?” Agatha teases.

You pout at her.

“Awww, baby.” She coos.

“Don't call me a pet name, you traitor.” You grumble.

“She was insulting you, doll.” Claire says, reaching a hand down to tousle your hair.

You glare up at her.

“You owe me for that.”

“Oh?” Claire raises an eyebrow. “And what is it that I owe?”

You pretend to consider it before answering.

“Kisses. I want kisses.” You declare.

“Do I owe you kisses as well?” Agatha asks.

You tilt your head in her direction.

“As a matter of fact, yes, you do.”

Claire and Agatha grin at each other.

“Well alright.” The vampire practically purrs. “Where exactly do we owe you these kisses, though?”

You stare up into her blue, blue eyes, and shiver at the golden tone they're taking on.

“Oh.” Your lips part gently.

Agatha laughs again, but more softly this time.

“You should know better than to ask our precious one to do any thinking, Claire.”

Claire turns and looks at Agatha.

Agatha shifts uncomfortably.

“What?” She asks.

“I think you know.” Claire says.

Agatha shifts some more.

Claire steps around you to get closer to Agatha.

“Don't ruin this by being a brat, bunny.” She chides.

Agatha swallows.

You watch with growing arousal as she apologizes.

“Sorry, daddy.” Agatha whispers, her cheeks turning red.

Claire considers her.

“Sorry for what, doll?” She presses. “Look at me when you're talking.”

Agatha meets Claire's eyes, which have now solidly turned into a golden shade.

“I'm sorry for calling you by the wrong name, daddy.” Embarrassment colors her tone. “Little bunnies should know better than to disrespect their daddies.”

“That's right.” Claire coos. “They should.”

“Mistress.” You whine as you watch Claire kiss Agatha hungrily.

“Aw, kitten.” Claire pouts as she pulls away from the other woman. “Did you want your kisses now?”

You nod your head eagerly as you shift from sitting to kneeling.

“Please, mistress. I want you and mommy to make me feel good.”

Claire looks at you fondly, though it does nothing to mask the utter lust in her eyes.

“You're always so good for me, princess. Nothing like my silly bunny.”

“Mommy's good. Sometimes.” You defend.

You feel a wave of affection pulse through you, and you shift your gaze from Claire's eyes to Agatha's.

“Mistress does have a point, sweetheart.” Agatha says condescendingly, a smug look crossing her face. “I enjoy making her life difficult.”

Your eyes widen at the casual admittance.

“Oh, do you, now?” Claire's voice has dropped into her lower register, the sound alone makes you shiver with need.

Agatha, still seated comfortably on the bar stool, juts her chin out proudly.

“You like it when I misbehave.” She smirks. “You like it even more when I make you kneel for me.”

You go still, hardly daring to breathe.

In all the time you've spent together with the two other women, not once has Claire submitted to Agatha.

At least, not that you're aware of.

When Claire makes a threatening step towards Agatha, you shout, “no!” Surprising yourself. It isn't often you put your foot down like this. But you know that look Claire and Agatha are giving each other, the one that says they'll fight for dominance while forcing you to wait. And you don't want to wait. “This is supposed to be about me!”

Two pairs of eyes swing towards you as you stand.

“You agreed you owed me.” You cross your arms as you stand. “And I no longer want the kisses.”

Agatha's brow furrows, as Claire's climbs.

“I didn't realize you had claws, kitten.” Claire comments.

You huff.

“What, did you think I was always the one submitting to Agatha?”

Claire tilts her head as Agatha's cheeks turn red again.

“I never considered it.” The vampire admits. “I thought you were a sub.”

You shrug.

“Sometimes I enjoy dominating.”

Agatha scoffs as she stands.

“You mean rarely. I can count on both hands the amount of times I submitted to you.”

“And I'm sure you'll remember that every single one of them had you begging for me to do it more often, bunny.” You challenge.

Agatha looks away from the impromptu staring contest.

“Hm.” Claire hums. “I'm intrigued.”

Agatha turns to glare at her.

“Oh, so are you going to make me kneel for them, then?”

You laugh.

“I don't need daddy's help with that.”

You reach out mentally, and give the bond a sharp tug, and Agatha stumbles forward.

She scowls and tugs back.

You smile, not moving an inch.

“Aw, would you look at that.” You coo. “You really want this.”

“I do not!” Agatha protests, but she's betrayed by the arousal you can vaguely feel from the bond, throbbing through her.

“Then prove it.” You dare her. “Make me kneel instead.”

She growls, and tugs at the bond again.

You merely tilt your head in Claire's direction.

“Why don't you show her how good little ones behave, mistress?” You ask.

An invitation, not a demand.

Claire glances between you and Agatha, before letting a slow smile spread across her face, elegantly dropping to her knees.

“There's a good girl.” You praise, stepping towards the vampire. You reach your hand down and rest it against her cheek. “Are you going to continue to be good for your kitten tonight?”

Claire turns her head and kisses the palm of your hand.

“Just for tonight. Don't expect me to do this again.” Claire warns.

You nod.

“I wouldn't dream of it.”

You step away, and smile at Agatha.

“Since you insist on being a brat, I'll treat you like one.”

She rolls her eyes. “Please.”

You lean in to whisper into her ear.

“If you insist.”

You suppress a grin at how you can tell Agatha's body shivers.

“Claire, darling, would you like to tie our misbehaving bunny up for me?”

Again, an invitation.

But this time, with more risk.

She considers you.

“Tonight only.” She stresses.

You nod in acknowledgement. “Thank you, mistress.”

She stands, and glares at Agatha.

“Kneel.”

You shiver at her tone, and have to resist the urge to follow Agatha onto your knees.

Technically Claire enthralling Agatha would be considered cheating if she didn't enjoy being held under it so much.

“Safe word if you really don't want this.” The older woman mummers.

When Agatha says nothing, she nods at you.

“Be a good pet, and crawl to the bedroom, bunny.” You order.

Agatha looks up at you, pupils blown wide with want, and it sends a throb of arousal straight to your aching pussy.

“Go on.” You encourage.

Agatha starts hesitantly until Claire smacks her ass, and that gets her moving.

“God, that ass.” You comment quietly to Claire, watching Agatha head toward the main bedroom.

“Why do you think I enjoy fucking it so much?” It's a rhetorical question, and you exchange a smile with her.

“Be a good pet for me, too, mistress.” You say.

Claire presses a light kiss to your cheek, before obeying instructions, wiggling her own ass in a clear invitation.

You laugh softly as you smack it, and you're fairly certain Claire bites back a moan, clearly not having expected you to know to do it firmly.

You follow, leaning against the doorframe as you watch Claire gather the materials she wants to use to tie Agatha up with.

“Tie her to the chair.” You call to her. “If she wants to be a brat, she can watch as you pleasure me with a vibe stuffed inside that greedy cunt of hers.”

Agatha whines from where she's kneeling at the foot of the bed.

Claire pauses before blinking at you.

“What?” You raise an eyebrow. “I've had my fair share of punishments. I know what they should look like.”

“I wouldn't have pegged you for a hard dom.” She comments.

You grin. “I can contain multitudes. Unless you rather I treat you roughly? Hm? Do you want that from me tonight, Claire? Do you want your perfect little angel to ruin you?”

Claire looks dumbstruck.

You laugh.

“Be good, and finish tying up our brat.”

Claire swallows.

“Yes, ma'am.” She obeys.

Your whole body feels suddenly alight. You never thought you could be so turned on from a simple title.

You watch, distracted from where you had started looking through one of the toy drawers you keep, as Claire directs Agatha to give you both a show as she undresses.

“Tease her tits.” You find yourself saying when Agatha's bra comes off, revealing her ample chest. “I want to see them all bruised and prettied up for me.”

The moan that leaves the witch's mouth as Claire's finds its place against Agatha's flesh is obscene.

“Is this why you were being such a fucking brat?” You wonder. “Did you just need someone to touch you?”

“Yes!” Agatha cries out as Claire bites down. “I need it!”

You roll your eyes.

“Pathetic.” You degrade. “I didn't realize you were such an attention whore.”

You wait a few more moments, waiting for Claire to switch sides, and just before she can enclose her mouth around the nipple that has yet to be lavished with her tender ministrations, you command her.

“Stop.”

Instantly, the vampire freezes, as Agatha lets out a string of protests.

“Good girl.” You praise Claire, who visibly preens at the two words.

“And you.” You snap in Agatha's direction. “Do I need to gag you in addition to having your daddy tie you up?”

Her eyes widen, and she quickly shakes her head.

“Then shut up.” You order coldly.

Claire groans at your tone, and it causes you to turn from Agatha in order to study her face, before you break out in laughter.

“Aw, mistress.” You tease. “I didn't realize you enjoyed being so subservient.”

Her mouth opens, and you can clearly tell she's about to deny your words, when you swiftly shove your fingers down her throat.

“I wouldn't ruin being such a well behaved pet for myself, if I were you.” You softly warn.

Claire's gagging, and you let her continue for a few seconds longer before removing your now wet fingers, wiping them dry against her face.

A small whine emits from the back of her throat.

“Tie her up.”

As Claire scrambles to obey, you find the vibrator you want to stuff Agatha's already dripping hole with, carefully lubing it up.

You can feel your pussy pulsing, can feel how wildly turned on you are.

You can also feel, albeit more distantly than your own, Agatha's arousal, how it courses through her as if it were some sort of holy fire cleansing her.

“Undress and wait for me on the bed.” You tell Claire, once she finishes doing as you asked.

You focus on Agatha, not worried about the other woman.

“Now, bunny.” You say sweetly. “How do we ask to be punished?”

When she bows her head to allow her hair to curtain in front of her face, you make a disproving sound.

“Ah, ah, ah. Look at me, mommy.” You grip her chin and jerk her head up so that her eyes meet your own, before dropping your hold so she can speak.

Agatha's jaw works, clenching and unclenching.

“If you can't answer me, I won't be nice.” You warn. “You want to cum tonight, don't you?”

Agatha stares at you in horror.

“You wouldn't.” She rasps out, arousal clear in her voice.

You frown slightly, before smacking her across the face.

“Try again.”

She blinks the tears in her eyes away.

“Please punish me, ma'am.” She pleads. “I need to be put in my place.”

You hear a moan from behind you, and you quickly take a glance to find Claire spread out on the bed, fingers lightly dancing across her body, but not touching anything vital without your permission.

You refocus on Agatha.

“What happens to brats that cum without permission?” You demand.

The witch bites her lip, thinking, before responding.

“Edging.” She decides on.

“Wrong.” You softly say. “They get overstimulated until they have tears streaming down their pretty cheeks and their pussies are all puffy and swollen.”

Her moan is music to your ears.

“Now stay still, mommy.” You order her. “Your little one is going to put this in you.”

Agatha breathes sharply inward as you slowly start pushing the vibrator in, watching with fascination as her greedy hole swallows the rounded parts.

“You can turn it on.” You call out to Claire, not taking your eyes off the little bit you can still see poking out from where Agatha is now stretched around the vibe.

As soon as Claire turns it on, Agatha gasps, crying out as her eyes screw shut.

“Remember.” You whisper in her ear. “You are not allowed to cum until I say so.”

You then turn and walk towards Claire, ignoring the writhing witch behind you.

“I think someone deserves a reward for being such a good role model.” You comment as you crawl to hover over Claire. “But first, how would you like to get me out of these clothes, hm?”

Her eyes flash, and you barely have time to register it before you've been flipped over and your clothes are being ripped from your body.

“Claire.”

You aren't certain if it's a reprimand or if it's encouragement, but your mate certainly takes it as the latter, using her teeth to tear your panties off of you, as her hands do the same with your bra, and you can't help the moan that finds its way out of your mouth.

“Let me make you feel good.” She growls, nuzzling at your neck, having made her way back up. “Reward me by letting me eat you out until you can't do anything other than scream.”

You reach a hand and tangle it into her hair, tugging at it until she removes her face from where it's buried in your neck to right above yours.

“Are you certain that's what you want? I can't promise that you'll cum tonight if that's what you wish for your reward to be.” You say, searching her eyes.

They're no longer solidly gold, nor are they wholly blue, but are somewhere in between, and makes you throb with need.

“Yes.” Claire begs. “Please, ma'am. Let mistress make you feel good.”

And oh, if that doesn't fill you with lust, if it doesn't make you feel utterly alight, nothing does.

“Go on then.” You breathe out.

Claire's grin is feral, and she kisses you hard.

“Thank you, ma'am.” She's careful to say as she pulls away.

You guide her head down, down, down, while fully opening up your bond with Agatha, allowing her to feel Claire's hot breath against your core as if it were on her own, and she loudly moans as the chair rocks from her attempting to buck her hips.

You can feel how the vibrator deep inside her is causing her to gush around it, can feel how sweat beads her skin, and you would laugh at how helpless she is if Claire didn't pick that moment to short circuit you by burying her tongue deep into your already soaking wet cunt.

“Oh fuck, Claire!” You shout, arching your back, yanking harshly at her hair.

She moans, and the vibrations make you feel lit aflame.

“Ma'am!” You hear Agatha cry out. “I'm gonna cum!”

You can hardly think, but you still manage to snap out, “don’t you fucking dare, you fucking slut.”

“Please!” Agatha begs. “Please, I can't- I can't help it!”

“If you fucking cum without my fucking permission I'll turn you over my lap an- FUCK!” You cut yourself off as Claire sucks your clit into her mouth. “Fuck! Yes, just like tha- SHIT! You're going to make me cum, make your kitten fucking c-cum! I- Oh, oh! FUCK, mistress, don't stop, don't stop, don't fucking- YES! Right there! Right there! You're gonna make me cum I'm gonna fucking cum, I- O-Oh, f-fuck! Fu-fu-fuck! Oh fu- CLAIRE!” You scream your orgasm out, riding your high as you clench around nothing, Claire's tongue occupied by flicking your clit, over and over and over again.

You don't think you've ever peaked faster, and you ride out the waves of pleasure crashing down on you, grinding your hips against Claire.

There's ringing in your ears, but isn't it enough to cover Agatha's own cries of pleasure, and you can feel anticipation coursing through you.

You give yourself a few moments, violently jerking Claire away from your now sopping wet core, where she had started to lick at you again, clearly determined to make you cum a second time.

She whines, and you grip her hair tighter.

“The brat fucking came.” You hiss out breathlessly.

Your hand is jerked backwards as Claire snaps her head up to stare at Agatha, and she growls low in her throat.

Your eyes are still closed, but they don't need to be open for a few more moments yet.

“Untie her. Don't stop the vibrator. Let her stumble her way to me. Get out one of the paddles. And then be good and lick her mess clean.”

You release your hold on Claire's hair, and she moves so quickly she creates a small rush of cool air.

Agatha begs as Claire does as you instructed, hoping for mercy, but doesn't get a response from either of you.

You feel the bed dip and open your eyes, scooting backwards so you're sitting up against the headboard.

Agatha's flushed red, from her ears all the way down to her chest, which has started to show the bruises Claire had inflicted on her earlier.

“Over my lap, bunny.” You command her.

Her legs tremble as the vibrator continues to overstimulate her, making her collapse a few times on the soft surface of the blankets before picking herself back up and continuing to make her way towards you.

Agatha is only half way to you when Claire passes you one of the smaller paddles.

You raise a single eyebrow.

“You really want her to hurt, don't you?”

“She enjoys it.” The vampire shrugs.

You tilt your head, eyes still on Agatha.

“I'll bet. I'll also bet you're hoping I'll let you fuck yourself, aren't you?”

You don't need to see Claire's face to know it's colored slightly.

Agatha finally reaches you, situating herself so that her ass rests comfortably across your lap as she spreads her body out.

Her thighs glisten, and you run two fingers through it, feeling the wetness.

“Since you want to stuff that pretty pussy of yours so badly, you can warm a dildo on the floor.”

Claire lets out a noise of protest.

“Ma'am, please. I was so good for you.”

Now you do turn to look at her, Agatha wiggling slightly as you absentmindedly tease her smallest hole with the fingers coated in her essence.

“You were.” You pause, watching as Claire's face falls, as she realizes you're not going to give in. “And now you're ruining it.”

A thrill runs through you as this powerful woman bows her head in submission to you.

“I'm sorry, ma'am. I'll be good.”

You hum in approval while suddenly giving Agatha a sharp smack across her ass when she whined.

“Quiet, brat.” You snap.

There's a faint whimper, but she does keep silent.

“Get out the red and black one.” You tell Claire. “If you can prove you can continue to be good after our bunny takes her punishment, I'll have her fuck you with it.”

“Thank you, ma'am.” She's eager, and you laugh a little at it.

Really, you should take control more often, you muse. You forget how much you enjoy it.

You turn your attention back to the witch that's draped over your lap, grasping at the paddle that rests besides you.

“Don't think you're not going to be overstimulated tonight.” You warn her.

You don't get a response, and you realize Agatha's trying to be good.

You smirk, and hear Claire groan, having situated herself kneeling on the floor with her hole stuffed full with one of the largest dildos the three of you own.

“There's my good girls.” You coo. “See, it isn't so hard to listen.”

That's when you bring the paddle down on Agatha, who yelps at the sudden sting.

“How many was that, mommy?” You ask condescendingly.

“One.” She whispers.

“Keep count, then. Otherwise I might have to start over. We'll go to ten, alright, little one?”

You can't help the term of endearment as it slips off your tongue, can't help the shared love and adoration that you and Agatha hold for each other from rolling through the bond.

It makes her moan, and you don't chide her for it, only swinging the paddle again.

“Two.” Already her voice holds more arousal than pain, and Claire groans again as you feel your breath catch.

“Ma'am.” Claire stops you from hitting Agatha again. “Ma'am, spank her pussy.”

You slowly turn your head, well adjusted now to the feeling of power you hold over your partner that you'd never have dreamed would be so submissive to you.

“Was that an order?” You ask, careful to be neutral.

Immediately, her eyes widen.

“No. No. I'm sorry, ma'am. Please spank her pussy, ma'am.”

You nod in satisfaction, before doing exactly as she asked.

Agatha's moan is filthy, and you watch in awe as a gush of her essence drips out from her weeping cunt.

“Th-th-three.” She stutters.

You spank her pussy again, and she practically screams, and you realize that she's cumming.

“You dirty fucking slut.” You laugh disbelievingly.

“I told you, ma'am.” Claire says, sounding breathless. “She’s such a cute whore when her pussy gets spanked.”

“You know, dove.” You casually comment. “I haven't heard her count yet. I think I've lost my place. Would you like to correct her?”

Claire looks so eager, and it makes you throb.

“Yes, please.”

You smile at the vampire as Agatha continues to rut against you, evidently still riding out the last of her orgasm.

“Hm…” You hum. “I'll let. As long as you put on a pretty show for me first.”

The effect of your words are instantaneous, and Claire immediately starts bouncing on the synthetic cock that's buried deep in her pussy, her moans echoing around the room.

You tap Agatha right where her spine dips into the swell of her ass.

“Watch.” You whisper, and she obediently picks up her head from where it was resting on the bed, moaning far more softly than Claire at the sight of her mate pleasuring herself.

“Oh, fuck.” The vampire groans, throwing her head back. “Fuck. Kitten.”

You let out a groan of your own at the sound of Claire begging for you.

“Touch yourself.”

It's hardly louder than a breath, but Claire hears it all the same, her enhanced hearing a gift, and her hand wanders down so she can circle at her clit.

It's awkward, until the older woman clearly decides it'll be easier to lay back, using a hand to force the dildo off from where it had been suctioned to the hardwood floors, spreading her legs so that you can perfectly see the speed at which she brutally fucks herself.

Agatha whines, and you gently reach a hand out to stroke at her hair.

“I know, she is so pretty being a good little slut for me, isn't she, mommy? You like watching daddy make herself cum, don't you?”

The witch whines again, and you gently tug at a strand of hair.

“Maybe she'll cum faster if you encourage her to.”

All you get is a moan in return, and you have to laugh.

“Oh, little one, has my pretty baby’s brain gone so dumb she can't even talk?”

Agatha whimpers, just as Claire's moan goes high pitched before cutting off, making you groan with lust as you watch as she cums hard around the dildo she has buried deep into herself.

Idly, you use your unoccupied hand to grab a handful of Agatha's ass and squeeze.

She makes an odd sound in the back of her throat and wiggles.

“Hush.” You chide. “Only good bunnies get to speak.”

Agatha makes the sound again as Claire gently pulls the fake dick out of herself, giving you a view of how she gapes, clenching around nothing.

“Daddy!” The witch in your lap gasps. “Daddy!”

Lazily, Claire sits up, and gives a grin that seems a little loopy.

Clearly, it had been one of her more powerful orgasms.

“Brat.” Claire laughs, even as she pants, trying to catch her breath. “You just can't help yourself, even all stupid and dumb for our kitten.”

You can't properly see Agatha's face, but you can easily picture how the humiliation causes her face to flush a darker shade of red.

“Come here, mistress.” You say. “I'll bet she's just desperate for you to spank her pretty little cunt all black and blue.”

The vampire stands on shaky legs.

“I want to put a collar on her first.”

You meet Claire's gaze, note how they shimmer between shades of blue and gold, before you concede.

“Please, collar me too, mistress.” You beg, and you swear you could see how her pupils blow up to twice their previous size.

“Alright, kitten.”

But she doesn't head to the closet, where you keep the big box of the collars you bulk order. Instead, she walks over to the bed, where you and Agatha await her.

She leans down and kisses you hard, and you moan into it, opening your mouth to give her access, to allow her to lick into you, and she practically fucks your mouth with her tongue.

When she pulls away, you feel lightheaded.

“You did such a good job, princess.” She whispers. “So I'll let you continue to tell me what's going to happen, as long as you understand that it won't be this way for the whole night.”

Your eyes are wide, almost comically so as you nod your head.

“Thank you, mistress.”

Claire smirks.

“Well, I do owe you, don't I? Besides, you've earned it.”

You beam happily up at her, warmth flooding you.

That's when Agatha decides she's had enough of being ignored, huffing loudly.

“Not fair.” She complains.

You and Claire share a look, before she slips off for the closet.

“You know what's not fair, brat?” You ask. “You being such a fucking attention slut. You need to learn that not everything is about you.”

Heaven help you, you can tell she's pouting.

You don't even need the bond to tell you that.

“You're going to take your punishment like a good girl, and not like the bad bunny you've been.” You state. “You're going to let daddy spank you until she feels you've learned your lesson, and then your kitten is going to overstimulate you until you're begging her to let you stop cumming.” You yank Agatha's head up by her hair, making her look straight at Claire, who's dangling two disposable collars from her fingertips. “And you know what we're going to do as you beg? We're going to ignore you. Daddy is going to make me feel so, so good, because that's what I've been for her. A good girl. While you, the bad brat, will only get to feel the vibrator that I stuffed inside your pathetic little hole. And then only after mistress makes me pass out will she maybe take the strap and fuck your mouth with it, since you can't seem to keep yourself quiet without any help.”

Claire's throaty laugh causes you to look back up at her, having focused on talking down at Agatha.

“You're adorable, doll.” She says. “Such big talk for someone who's usually so quick to kneel.”

“I have to take my chances where I can get them then, don't I?”

Claire hums in agreement.

“Let go of her.” She orders.

You detangle your fingers from Agatha's hair, and the witch's head drops, before Claire lifts it up with a single finger.

“Keep it still.”

You brush the curtain of soft curls aside, allowing Claire easy access to Agatha's neck as she tightens the collar.

“That okay, mommy?” You ask softly.

“Feels good.” Agatha agrees, and your head is suddenly spinning with the rush of emptiness that she shares with you through the bond.

You hardly register Claire manipulating your own body so that she can collar you, just that it furthers the subspace you were abruptly thrown into.

The vampire presses a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“You can't stay in charge and tell me what our bunny gets if you can't think, princess.” Her voice is also soft, and you blink, lazily making eye contact with her.

She smiles, and her eyes pull you in.

“Wake up.” Her words are smothered in the honey of enthrallment, and just as swiftly as Agatha pulled you into subspace, Claire snaps you out of it.

You whine at its loss.

“Aw, but I did make you a promise, kitten.” Claire fake pouts.

You half heartedly glare at her.

“Maybe I should make you wear a collar too.”

Something in Claire stills, even as her breath audibly quickens.

“Oh, dove.” You coo. “Did you want to feel owned?”

Instantly Claire shakes her head, a brief flash of panic crosses her face.

“Nobody owns me. Nobody.”

Agatha shifts from her position on your lap.

“She doesn't like the concept of being owned.” Comes her rough voice. “Like I don't enjoy things on my wrists.”

You feel your heart drop to your stomach.

If Agatha phrased it like that, it means it's tied to something traumatic, something big if it was enough to pierce through the subspace she's in and allow her to find words that aren't monosyllabic to speak with.

“I'm so sorry, Claire.” You immediately feel horrified, guilty. “I didn't- I hadn't known.”

The older woman shakes her head again.

“It's- Well it's not okay but it's- it's fine because you didn't know. I know you didn't. Just.” She fidgets with her fingers. “There’s a reason why I hardly ever…”

“Off.” You quietly tell Agatha, who immediately sits up and wiggles some space between the two of you, patting the empty part of the bed.

Claire climbs on, and you somehow manage to remember the vibe still going in Agatha, and reach for the remote to shut it off.

The witch can't help her moan of relief, immediately moving to pull it out the second it's turned off, and it makes Claire give her a small smile as the both of you curl into her sides.

“Sorry to ruin the mood.” She whispers.

“Don't be.” You assure her. “We have forever to continue. The most important thing is everyone's comfortability.”

Agatha hums in agreement, and you smile as her head finds Claire's lap.

Clearly, the raven haired woman has slipped back into her relatively nonverbal headspace.

Claire pulls you closer to her, and you find your own head resting comfortably tucked against her.

“We'll continue in a little bit. I just need a few moments.” The vampire says.

“We don't have to.” You tell her.

“I know. I want to.” She assures you, one of her hands finding a place in your hair, toying with it.

You sigh in contentment as you feel your guilt lift. Claire wouldn't want you so close if she was upset with you.

You shut your eyes, wanting to enjoy the calm.

“Don't fall asleep on me, you two.” Claire sounds amused, and it further assuages your bad feelings.

“We'll try. But you're very cozy, Claire bear.” You mummer, eyes still closed.

“You'll try, you mean.” Claire still sounds amused. “Agatha's fallen right asleep.”

You laugh softly. 

“Of course she did.”

“She's so cute like this.” The vampire’s tone suddenly shifts to something sadder. “Sometimes I wish she felt the way she looks when she sleeps.”

Your eyes pop open and you angle yourself so you're able to look at Claire.

“What do you mean?”

The other woman shakes her head. 

“Nevermind.”

“Claire…”

She sighs.

“I just don't think she ever feels peaceful.” Claire quietly admits. “I don't think she ever…” She shakes her head again. “I'm psychoanalyzing Agatha to avoid thinking about my own problems.”

She gives you a wry grin. 

“I probably shouldn't do that.”

You shrug.

“I’m probably just projecting.” Claire runs her free hand through her hair.

“Perhaps.” You close your eyes again. “But I do think you're right. I don't get the sense…” You hesitate, before pushing forward. “I don't think she's at peace with herself.”

“Are any of us?”

The question hovers in the air, an admittance, one that carries a heavy weight.

One you can't answer, not honestly.

“Maybe sleep is a good idea.” You purposefully yawn, deflecting.

Claire's arm loosens around you for a brief moment before tightening again.

“Maybe you're right.” She agrees.

And for a long time after, it's silent except for the soft sounds of gentle breathing, and you float untethered in comforting darkness.

And then suddenly you hear Claire and Agatha furiously whispering back and forth, Agatha sounding increasingly upset, while Claire sounds on the verge of tears.

“I said I don't want to talk about it.”

“Oh, but you want to cry about it?”

“Fuck off, Agatha.”

“No! This is clearly upsetting you more than you want me to know, and that's bothering me! You're always telling me to be honest.”

“That's different.”

“Fucking how, Claire?” And then, more softly, gently, “I'm not doing any of this to hurt you. But you're being so insistent that you're okay, when you're clearly not. And I don't appreciate that you thought I'd be okay with continuing to have sex when you're obviously not in a good headspace to consent to it.”

Claire's quiet.

Agatha is too, and you can feel how her concern fills up the room.

You purposefully stir, making a show of waking up.

You doubt either of your partners buy it, but it allows them to pretend their argument never happened.

“How long was I asleep?” You ask, your throat feeling rough.

“Not for very long.” Claire's voice sounds weak.

You won't embarrass her by looking to see if she's crying.

“Claire says you fell asleep almost as soon as I did, so it's probably been an hour.” Agatha says.

“Oh.”

The silence is stifling now, and you choose to burrow deeper into Claire's side.

The bed shifts a little.

“Where are you going?”

“I'll be right back. I promise.” Agatha assures Claire.

You can hear her bare feet pad across the floor and out of the room.

You break the silence after a few moments. “I'm sorry, you know.” 

Claire doesn't answer, just puts her arm back around you and squeezes.

You were wrong before, Claire is upset with you.

She just doesn't want to talk about it.

You can feel tears pricking behind your eyelids.

You will not cry. You will not.

That wouldn't be fair to your mate, to make this about you.

“I remembered the cookies.” Agatha's voice floats across the room. “I figured it might be nice to see how they came out.”

Claire's arm drops as you move to sit up.

Agatha briefly frowns in your direction, but then quickly smiles.

“Cookies!” She insists. “Who can be sad in the face of chocolate?”

Claire makes a strangled sound in the back of her throat while you laugh in disbelief.

And then Agatha takes a cookie off the plate she's holding and throws it at your head.

“Ow! What was that?” You demand.

“You're both too sad.” She replies, nodding to herself. She throws a second cookie at Claire, who just blinks at it as it falls short, landing in her lap instead of against her forehead.

“Agatha…” She sighs.

“Eat the cookies! Go on. I worked so hard on them.”

You and Claire exchange a look that says is she serious?

“This is a really poor attempt to cheer up the mood.” You mutter.

“I don't know, maybe she's trying to make it worse on purpose.”

“I am right here.” Agatha glares at the pair of you. “Now eat.”

“Maybe she just has a fetish.” Claire offers.

You shudder. “Nope. No. That just. No. Ick. Ew.”

Claire flicks your shoulder.

“Some of the things we do used to be considered fetishes. Some of the things you specifically do can still be considered fetishes.”

You immediately know what she's talking about. 

“Don't come for my kinks, that's so rude of you.”

“You two are impossible.” Agatha pouts, cutting off whatever Claire was about to say. “I thought you both wanted cookies.”

You glance down at the cookie in your hand, then back up to look at the witch, before throwing it back at her.

Evidently Claire had the same idea, because two flying projectiles smack Agatha, one in the face, and the other on one of her tits.

You and Claire burst out laughing.

“You guys are bullies.” Agatha whines. “I try to be nice and all I get in return is the two of you being mean to me. Well fine then, you don't have to have my cookies.”

Clearly your partner didn't think that through, because at the threat of no cookies, you and Claire immediately launch yourselves at her, flying off of the bed and tackling her to the floor.

“Don't be mean back. Haven't you ever heard of being the bigger person?” Claire asks.

“Yeah, Atha, don't bully your bullies back, that won't end well for you.”

“You just wasted at least a dozen of them.” She points out, voice muffled from her position on the bottom of the impromptu dog pile.

You look at Claire in exaggerated horror.

“Oh, no!” She mocks. 

“We’ll have to make another batch!” You join.

“You're so mean.” Agatha reiterates. “What did I ever do to deserve such cruel treatment?”

Without missing a beat, Claire casually replies, “not walking around naked often enough.”

You turn your head as much as you're able in the tangle of limbs to stare at the vampire in shock.

“You're a nudist?” You ask, incredulous.

She has the audacity to blush.

“How have you not figured that out until now?” Agatha wonders.

“I am not.” Claire defends herself. “I just happen to think Agatha should be.”

“Claire!” You giggle, scandalized.

“I also happen to think you should be one too.” She adds on.

Agatha snorts. “You just want us to be easily accessible for you.”

“What, like we aren't already? Did you know I started bulk ordering my favorite clothes because she keeps tearing them off of me? I use her credit cards too. If she can ruin them, she can pay for the damages.”

Claire makes a shocked noise. “You're betraying me! Don't team up against me with Agatha, that's what we're supposed to do against her!”

“That's so smart.” Agatha replies. “I should do that.”

It occurs to you, “...are we her sugar babies?”

Claire gasps in outrage as Agatha yells her deniance.

“Absolutely not! I pay for my own shit!”

“I am not a sugar mommy!”

And suddenly you can't stop laughing, can't stop howling over your partners extreme dislike of the suggestion.

“You're right, you're right.” You soothe between gasps for air. “Agatha's the sugar mommy. You're the sugar daddy.”

You dissolve back into full body laughter, shaking with it as you crack up.

You can't do much as Claire scoops you up and tosses you on the bed, and you can't do much as Agatha joins her in crawling to share space hovering over you.

It does, however, send you into further hysterics, because they just look like two very curious cats examining a new plaything.

Oh.

You sober very quickly.

“Uh… What are you doing..?” You hesitantly ask.

“Well since apparently we're your mommy and daddy.” Claire leans her head down so her mouth is close to your ear. “Don't you think it's our right to make our baby feel good?”

You shiver, and lick your lips.

“I-I thought that-”

“Thought what, kitten?” Agatha silkenly asks. “Don’t you know better then to think? Our little one is far too precious to hurt themselves thinking.”

You swallow as heat suddenly grows in the pit of your stomach.

“It's just… Are we all okay to do this?”

You need to check. You have to.

Claire looks at you fondly.

“Yes, love. I'm okay now. I promise.”

Agatha gives her a long glance, but tilts her head, acquiescing.

You let out a breath.

“Do you want us to make you feel good?” Agatha asks.

You nod your head.

“Please, mommy. I want you and mistress to make your baby scream for you.”

Claire chuckles throatily. “Well, doll, we're certainly happy to. After all, isn't that a mommy and daddy's job?”

You frown up at Claire.

“Do you want me to call you daddy?”

She laughs again.

“Just for right now, princess.”

“Mommy wants to hear you say it.” Agatha whispers in your ear. “Say how much you want daddy to fuck you stupid.”

“Please.” You sound so desperate, even to your own ears. “I want daddy to ruin her precious baby for mommy. Please, please, fuck me dumb.”

“Oh, kitten.” Claire coos. “You sound so pretty when you beg.”

“I wanna feel you.” You whine. “Please, mistress.”

Agatha chuckles low in her throat.

“Let her up, daddy.” She says to Claire. “I can hold her still while you make them scream our names.”

You whine again. “I'll be so good, please.”

“Please, who, little one?” The vampire's eyes never left your own.

“Please, daddy.” You obey. “I want you to touch me.”

At that, Claire shifts, allowing you the space to get up and move, and you crawl into Agatha's lap, turning around in it, so that your back is pressed against her chest.

“Such a good kitten for us.” The raven haired woman praises. “Now spread your legs for daddy. Show her what a slut you are.”

You can feel heat rising to your cheeks as humiliation swirls through you, but you're good and listen.

Claire's eye's burn against where they've latched on to your wet center.

“Oh, kitten.” She breathes out. “You're dripping.”

Agatha's fingers dance their way down your sides, as Claire remains fixated on how you clench around nothing, her nose flaring as she inhales your scent.

“Hold her still, Agatha.”

At those four simple words, the witch's fingers stop what they're doing as she encloses you in her arms, a light buzz of magic washing over your skin, stimulating you, and you can't help the moan that makes its way out of you.

And then suddenly Claire’s mouth is all over you, and you shiver as you feel her fangs graze the skin of your inner thighs.

If her fangs are out that means the night will end with her feeding from you, and the very thought of it is nearly enough to make you cum in the spot as your entire body is overtaken with arousal.

“Fuck, daddy.” Agatha groans behind you as the vampire gently bites and sucks at the soft skin. “You're already making her all empty-headed.”

“Good.” Claire chuckles, and you whimper at how it vibrates against you. “Maybe I can make you both cum without even having to touch you, bunny.”

You hear a thunk, and know that Agatha must have thrown her head back against the headboard at the suggestion.

That's when you feel Claire's tongue start to gently lap at you, and you try to buck your hips closer to the source of the thing bringing you pleasure, but between the vampire's strong hands, and Agatha's magic, you find yourself utterly immobile.

“Mistress.” You whimper.

She sharply slaps your thigh and you cry out, not from the pain, but from the suddenness of it.

Agatha's breath is hot against your ear as she whispers, “you have to call her daddy, angel. You were mean to her, and you don't get to call her mistress until you've proven you can be her good pet again.”

You choke on a sob as Claire briefly sucks your clit into her mouth before going back to licking teasingly at you.

“Daddy!” Your voice hitches.

“Silly slut.” Agatha pants in your ear. “If you can't keep yourself quiet, I'll just have to make you.”

When blackened digits press against your mouth, you readily accept them, allowing Agatha to thrust them in and out, causing you to gag a little around them.

“Fuck.” The witch groans as Claire scraps her teeth gently over your bundle of nerves. “You're such a perfect little whore for mommy and daddy, kitten.”

You whine around the fingers in your mouth, and drool dribbles out from around them.

“You're so messy, too.” Agatha's magic is enough to keep you in your place, and her other hand comes around to lightly press against the front of your throat, reminding you of the collar you're wearing as she causes it to dig a little into your skin. “Such a filthy fucking whore.”

Words are far too difficult to use as Claire's tongue finally, finally buries itself into your gushing hole, and both your partners moan as you scream with pleasure, a wordless, high pitched sound that tapers off into whimpers, clearly heard despite Agatha's fingers occupying your mouth.

Claire's tongue is driving you wild as you attempt to toss your head every which way, unable to move your body properly due to how tightly Claire and Agatha are holding you in place, a constant series of whines emitting from the back of your throat, despite how deep Agatha is shoving her fingers into you.

And then your mate says something right against your core, right as Agatha's mouth latches onto where your neck and shoulder meet, and you're gone, careening over the edge into utter ecstasy.

It's pure bliss, the pleasure that courses through you, so much so that you aren't aware of your own body, just the buzzing in your ears and the sensation of your orgasm ripping through you.

Your high doesn't fade, it only grows, and black spots dance in your vision as you suddenly become aware of just how loudly you're screaming, crying out your lovers names over and over like a holy mantra, and the heat in the pit of your belly fully snaps, and warmth races through you.

And then you feel it splashing against your thighs, dripping down and soaking the sheets below you, and heat rushes up to your cheeks as you realize you've squirted.

You neck aches, but you can't find it in yourself to lift it up from where it's thrown back, your ears ringing, and you blink the black spots out of your vision, though it only blurs, as Claire continues to gently lick at you, making you whimper as jolts of arousal cause your body to jerk around.

Agatha has a tight grip on your sides, and you're sure it'll bruise later, while you slowly start to become aware of how heavily she's panting as the noise in your ears fade.

“Daddy, stop.” You whine. “‘M so sen’ive”

Somehow Agatha's grip on you becomes stronger “Don't, don't fucking stop, I'm so close.” She hisses.

But it's not her body that's being pleasured, it's yours, and you groan as Claire lifts her face up, your wetness covering her.

You whimper at the sight, and you can feel a renewed rush of arousal pulse through you.

“‘S’okay.” You get out. “Want mommy to feel good.”

“Such a sweet kitten.” The vampire coos. “Are you sure?”

You nod as your eyes flutter close.

“Make her cum.” You insist.

Agatha's head buries itself against your neck.

“Thank you, baby.” She whispers against you. “So good for me, so good for your mommy.”

Claire waits, just a for a few more seconds before readjusting herself, laying back down on her stomach so she can continue to eat you out.

Instantly your throw your head back again, and it takes less than a minute for tears of pleasure to start rolling down the sides of your face as you desperately try to withstand this unique torture for as long as possible, wanting to hold off your impending orgasm so that Agatha's can properly build up.

You can feel how her own wetness drips out of her, can feel the warmth of it from how closely she has you pressed against her, and she starts frantically bucking her hips, searching for friction, and in the process rutting herself against your backside.

“Fuck!” You hear her cry out. “I need you in me, daddy!”

Your breath catches in a soundless scream as Claire brutally shoves three fingers into you, still licking at your folds, grazing her teeth against your clit, and you're barely hanging on by a thread, can only just push off cumming when Agatha decides to bite down hard on your shoulder, and you cry out as the thread snaps.

Your own orgasm is only prolonged as you can feel Agatha's racing through her, can feel how her essence gushes out from her, can't help but loving how she marks you so intimately.

Your head spins from the combined high, and you feel so dizzy and light, relaxing into the floating sensation of it.

Vaguely you can note how Agatha has dissipated her magic, can note how her arms are now softly holding you as she breathes heavily into where she buried her face against your hair, can note how Claire is gently scolding the witch for drawing blood.

You'll appreciate the irony of that later.

For now, you just want to stay floating, want to stay in this wonderful sensation of lightness and nothingness.

Unfortunately, Agatha decides to be mean, and you find yourself being gently pushed away from her, and you fall forward, your face being buried into the bed.

You wordlessly whine your discontent.

“Sh… I know, princess.” Claire soothes, her fingers dancing down your back. “Let mommy move out of the way and then you can lay back down.”

You whine again, and Claire's fingers stop in warning.

Barely a few more seconds pass before warm hands guide you up and backwards, and you can't help but moan at the sight that greets you.

“If the next words out of your mouth is to ask if you can suck on my tits, the answer is no.”

You huff, annoyed.

If Claire doesn't want you to suck on her breasts then she shouldn't lean over you like this, teasing you with how they’re directly in your face.

Agatha laughs from where she's sitting, kneeling on the bed a little bit behind Claire.

It's entirely unfair she looks so unaffected from cumming so hard while you can barely get your limbs to obey your instructions.

“They're welcome to suck on mine, daddy.”

You scowl, upset. You don't want Agatha's, you want Claire's.

“You've gotten greedy, little one.” Claire's tone is sharp.

You pout.

“Just wanna feel close to you, daddy.”

“If you're big enough to have found words to use, you're big enough to listen.” The vampire reprimands. “Now wait, like a good girl. Mommy has been very good waiting for daddy to touch her.”

You pout, but settle back against the pillows, watching Agatha shiver as Claire practically pounces on her though your heavy eyelids, exhaustion starting to creep up on you.

Agatha's moan as Claire's mouth meets her neck makes you clench around nothing, arousal unfairly throbbing through you even as you can feel sleep pressing against the edges of your consciousness.

You whine softly, well aware you're on your way to the realm of dreams, but can't help desiring to stay awake and watch what is sure to be Claire turning Agatha into a babbling, desperate slut.

Your small noises are too quiet for either of your partners to hear, even with Claire having enhanced hearing, their own noises drowning anything else out as Claire teases her way down Agatha's body, the vampire leaving bruises and hickies all over the exposed skin.

Your thighs and legs are starting to feel sticky, the wetness that coated them starting to dry, and as uncomfortable as it is, you can't seem to find in yourself to fight your leaden feeling limbs, and you gently allow your eyes to shut.

The sounds of Agatha begging and Claire's muffled moans accompany you as the darkness presses soothingly down behind your eyes, and you can feel any remaining tension drain from you as you fully relax into the pillows.

Safe, your mind whispers. Loved. Protected.

You can't help the small smile that graces your lips, can't help the way you give yourself over to the all encompassing feeling that fills you up and makes you feel warm all over.

And even though the bed rocks, even though your partners are being so, so loud, you find it all soothing, reassuring.

You don't quite fall asleep, laying somewhere between slumber and wakefulness, and the only thing you're fully aware of is the presence of your lovers.

You aren't startled when you feel something wet glide up and down your sticky thighs, and you sigh in contentment as they begin to feel clean.

“Have a good rest, princess?” Claire asks, her voice hoarse. “Agatha's running a bath for all of us, I just wanted to clean you up a bit first.”

Your attempt at a noise of agreement falls short, the breath getting caught in your lungs, your body still too tired to really do much more than lay there and listen.

“We're almost done, do you think if I help you can lay on your front?”

You try to nod your head this time, but all it does is loll to the side, your eyes still closed, heavy with content exhaustion.

Claire chuckles throatily, and somehow you hear yourself whining.

“Come on, doll. I've got you.” She soothes, warm hands guiding you from your current position until you find yourself with your cheek pressed against the bed and cool air making you shiver as the sticky feeling comes back, this time all over your ass.

“I know, baby.” Claire lightly runs the washcloth over your backside. “You'll feel better in just a few seconds. And oh, would you hear that? Agatha's turned off the tap, the bath must be ready.”

You've find enough willpower to make a sound of agreement.

There's silence for a few moments after that, and then Claire's warm hands return, pushing you as carefully as she can onto your back, before scooping you up into her arms.

You merely curl up into her chest, her slow heartbeat soothing as you feel her walking.

“Is she asleep?” Agatha's low voice slightly echoes.

“‘M on’y half.” Your own voice comes out rough, though it's mostly with sleep rather than because it's sore.

Soft lips press against your head as tender fingers card through your hair.

“I love you, angel.” Agatha whispers against your skull.

“I love you, Atha.” You mumble into Claire's chest, where you still have your face buried. “‘An I love you, Claire bear.”

A set of cold hands make you whimper as Claire's warm ones shift you into the icier pair, and as you settle against Agatha's chest, the vampire hums, “and I love you, princess.”

You can feel her body pressing against you, and hear her give Agatha a kiss.

They don't say any words to one another, but you all know what's being said.

Claire moves away, and you hear something splash against the water as Agatha's magic buzzes around you.

“Alright, I'm ready, doll.”

Agatha walks a few paces before you hear her step into the bathtub, and she carefully lowers herself so that she's laying back, presumably against Claire.

When Agatha uses her magic to shift you to lay against her, you sigh, relaxing into her arms that have wrapped themselves around you, and into the warm water.

“Go to sleep, my love.” The witch quietly says. “We have you.”

You want to put up a fight, you want to enjoy the moment, but in truth you know you won't be able to get your eyes open, let alone keeping them that way, and you sigh again.

“I love you.” You repeat.

“We love you, darling.” Claire's voice is louder than Agatha's. “We'll take care of you.”

And as Agatha lays a kiss to your shoulder you fully relax, letting everything fall limp as the calming darkness of sleep claims you.

[little-diable]

Give in - Halbrand (smut)

Written for my love @hidingsikki - sorry for forgetting about this. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Halbrand tries to talk the reader out of fighting. Pwp

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, there's a knife involved, power play

Pairing: Halbrand x fem!reader (1.3k words)

The atmosphere was crackling, one could clearly feel the rising tension between (y/n) and Halbrand. He was standing close, almost too close, breath clashing against her features like angry whispers of the wind, wordlessly able to communicate how the hot, red emotion thumped through his veins like wine poured down one’s throat. 

For the past minutes they had been going at it, spitting words that grew rather heated, and neither (y/n) nor Halbrand was thinking of stopping. It was pathetic, almost, and yet they weren’t able to think straight, trapped in their thoughts and emotions like they had been trapped on that very raft.

“I can’t! Why can’t you understand that? I can’t stop and I won’t. Not because of her, and certainly not because of you.” (Y/n) tried to push past Halbrand, though without any luck, his hand shot out to grasp her wrist, pinning her to his chest. Their eyes met like comets flashing through the night, projecting their every thought. 

“Let me go, Halbrand.” The man didn’t reply to her words, he kept staring at her as if he was trying to decipher the frown tugging on her features, not yet able to fully understand the signals her body kept sending out. Was it truly hate and anger? Directed at the one she had sworn to hunt with Galadriel by her side? Directed at him? For trying to talk her out of a mission that would most likely end with their lives hanging on a thread about to be snapped in half?

“You can’t fight battles already lost. You’re foolish, I won’t let you die out there.” Before she could come up with a snarky reply, she felt his lips pressed against hers. And for a moment she felt nothing but a sickly bright emotion she had never felt before, brighter than the sun burning down on Valinor, brighter than the lights that have guided her through the darkest nights. 

Halbrand pressed her against the wall of her chambers, hands gripping her waist to keep her close. No longer were hateful words burning on her tongue, no longer was her mind begging her to push the man she had been lusting after away from her. No, by now all she could focus on was the feeling of his wandering hands, how they explored her frame like wanderers mapping out an unknown island. 

A gasp rumbled through her as he pushed her gown up to her waist, gaining access to her core. Halbrand’s lips kissed their way down her throat, leaving marks as if he was set on reminding her that she belonged to him, and only him. Her moans were muffled by her teeth sinking into her lower lip, and yet her body wasn’t strong enough to hold back the sounds that begged him to keep on touching her.

“So ready for me, your body knows its palace, your mind should too.” Teasing words spoken against her neck (y/n) paid no attention to. Her thoughts kept focusing on the feeling of his fingers brushing through her arousal covered folds, lightly touching the bundle of nerves that pulsed in need. She’d give her all for the man, give up her very dream of defeating the one she had sworn to kill, foolish thoughts that will once end her life, and yet she couldn’t care about that. 

Another gasp clawed through her as two of his fingers entered her, preparing her for what was yet to come. He fucked her slow at first, giving her a few moments to adjust before he quickened his pace, teasing her to coax the most heavenly sounds out of her. Sounds that could no longer be held back by her teeth nor by her will to keep quiet. He commanded her, he guided her, he bound her to him. 

She tried to grasp his wrist, tried to push his hand away - desperate to feel his cock stretching her walls - though Halbrand wasn’t ready to stop his charade just yet. He let go of her for a moment, only to turn her around, back pressed against his chest. Her breaths grew shallow, caught in her tight lungs as the feeling of something cold being pressed against her neck caught her attention. 

“I could end your fight right now. Give in, give in to me.” His breath teased her skin, forcing her hair at the nape of her neck to rise. An angry huff left her, clawing through her like the scream that had left her on the battlefield all those years ago. “I wonder if I’ll be able to break you, you’ll bow to me, one day.”

She should have paid more attention to the words he spoke, should have listened to the warnings he spoke, and yet (y/n) couldn’t. She heard him undo his trousers, freeing his cock before he gave her feet a tap with his, forcing (y/n) to spread her legs. He spat in his free palm, gave himself a few pups and aligned himself with her heat. 

The night would end with tears dripping down her cheeks, tears he’d dry once he forced her to her knees, bowing before the one she’d follow till the end of their time. Halbrand pushed into her from behind, forcing a groan out of them both, moaning in unison. A moment so raw, a moment so intimate, both weren’t sure if they would ever be able to experience something like that again. 

Perhaps it was the sound of his blade clashing to the ground, perhaps it was the feeling of his cock pushing deeper into her with every ferocious thrust, perhaps it was the feeling of his calloused fingers wrapping themselves around her throat, whatever it was, it had its grasp on her, not daring to let go. Her body trembled, torn between the feeling of his warm body searching hers and the feeling of the cold wall pressed against her palms. 

“Look at you, you have no strength to fight me, how will you defeat the one you want to hunt down? You’re mine, and nobody else can have you. Let me ruin you.” Halbrand’s words were nothing but murmurs, drowned out by her whimpers, and yet - for the first time that day - she felt the weight of the syllables spilling from his lips like blood dripping from a soldier’s wound. (Y/n) tried to reply, and yet her mouth didn’t follow her mind’s command, keeping her lips pressed together. 

“You,” she whispered the word, eyes squeezed shut to concentrate on the sentence she tried to speak. “You will never control me.” 

A dark laugh rumbled through the man, eyes burning into her back. Of course he will control her, both were awfully aware of it, even though (y/n) clearly struggled to accept her defeat. Halbrand kept quiet, focused on his movements, his rough thrusts that perfectly teased her swollen spot, his grip on her throat, growing tighter whenever her walls fluttered around his cock. It was a mess they were stuck in, a mess both were simultaneously tangled in. A mess neither of them wanted to break from. 

“You don’t own me, Halbrand.” She pressed out her words, followed by a moan that clearly indicated her arising high. He let go of her throat to grip her sides, adding more speed to his thrusts. (Y/n) came with a low moan rumbling through her, teeth leaving marks on her lips. 

With a hiss rumbling through Halbrand, he came inside of her, allowing his heat to rush through her like the fires once burning in the South Lands. He didn’t let go of her, didn’t allow her to move, and with a kiss pressed to the spot behind her right ear, he murmured a low “I already own you”.

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25 for some hannix smut? 😏😏😏

25. Heat 🔥

This one is NSFW (18+)

The heat from the fireplace, which cast a warm glow over the slick, naked bodies writhing in front of it, was nothing compared to the heat burning between Phoenix’s legs as Hangman buried his head between them.

“Jake,” she moaned, one hand fisting a handful of his hair as the other clutched desperately at the carpeted floor beneath her. “Jake,” she cried again, her hips bucking off the floor as his warm tongue ran a teasing stripe up her center, his low moans vibrating straight through her core.

They’d barely made it back to the small guest house after dinner before they were tearing each other’s clothes off, opting for the floor in front of the blazing fireplace instead of the snug bed where they’d been making love every other night. Not for the first time, Phoenix found herself glad that they were staying in the guest house instead of Jake’s childhood bedroom in his family’s Texas home. She would have been mortified about the sounds he was eliciting from her if his parents and sisters were within earshot, but out here, she knew they were hidden and safe. There was actually something rather intimate about the cozy little cabin where they had been staying for the past several days.

“You taste so fucking good, Minx,” Hangman whispered against her slit, pressing a few soft kisses to it before lapping at the wetness once more. “Best dessert I could ever ask for,” he added with a teasing wink, nibbling on the flushed skin of her inner thighs.

Letting out a quiet gasp, Phoenix’s back arched up off the floor as she buried her fingers more deeply in her boyfriend’s hair, tugging mercilessly on his blonde locks as she rotated her hips in desperation, needing the feel of his mouth on her more than she had ever needed anything.

“Jake, please,” she begged, eyes squeezing shut and her dark hair fanned out all around her on the soft carpet. Her body felt overheated and yet not hot enough all at the same time.

“Okay, Minx,” Hangman grinned, teasingly running his pinky finger down her center, lightly brushing that tiny nub of nerves as he did so. “Since you asked so nicely.” Gripping her thighs tightly in his large hands, he pressed his face between them once more and devoured her like a starving man.

Phoenix released a feral sound from deep inside her chest, her back curving forward as she simultaneously tried to pull herself closer to her source of pleasure and push away from the ecstasy that felt like almost too much to bear. “Jake,” she panted, her stomach trembling as she curled forward, both hands buried in his hair now as she gazed down at him, locked between her legs.

She didn’t think she’d ever seen a more beautiful sight.

The glow from the fireplace was flickering over the hard, muscular planes of his back, the light catching on the damp beads of sweat that clung to his skin, even on such a cool November evening. He was perfect, and he was all hers.

As he pinched her thigh playfully, she fell back against the carpet once more, drawing her knees towards her chest as she felt herself climbing higher and higher, nearing the climax of her pleasure.

“Jake, J-Jake, oh!” Phoenix cried, her entire body beginning to quake and tremble.

Her moans only made Hangman double down on his efforts, pinning her waist down to the floor and releasing guttural groans against her as his tongue flattened out and he wordlessly begged her to fall over the edge.

The temperature in the guest house seemed to increase by at least ten degrees as Phoenix finally came with a strangled scream, pulling on Hangman’s hair as he held her and nuzzled her through it, his nose nestled in her folds.

Only when her breathing had evened out and her body had stopped trembling so intensely did Hangman release her and slowly crawl up her body, resting on top of her. From the light of the fire, she could see her slickness coating his nose, lips, and chin. Before she could lift a hand to wipe it away, however, he was kissing her soundly, moaning softly, tenderly against her lips.

“You are so damn hot, you know that?” he whispered hoarsely, brushing her hair back from her face.

“That was so damn hot,” she replied breathlessly, chuckling softly. “I love you, Bagman,” she added slowly, wrapping a leg around his.

He smiled in return, loving the feeling of holding her in front of the cozy heat of the fireplace. “I love you, too, Minx.”

November OTP Writing Prompts

[sarahscribbles]

Excerpts

I'm taking a little inspiration from the wonderful, talented, amazing @cleo-fox and sharing some snippets of upcoming fics without saying what is part of what. Just for funsies and because I'm actually working on a few different things and wanted to share!

One

Loki’s chest rumbles with laughter again. “Darling, you despised me,” he repeats, but you know he’s smiling along with you. 

You pretend to huff, but reach out to poke his side, delighting in the way he squirms beneath your tickling touch. “I didn’t! I didn’t like you, but I didn’t despise you, either,”

“That knife you threw at me in the training room after Yule begs to differ,” he shoots back seamlessly, while you force back laughter at the memory of his face frozen in shock at your expert aim. 

You shrug lightly into his chest. “Natasha told me I needed to practice more. 

“Darling, I can assure you she meant to practice on inanimate objects. 

You tilt your head back to peer up at him with a teasing smile. “You were inanimate; you were standing in the doorway.” 

Loki releases an exasperated sigh but wraps both arms tightly around you to pull you fully into his lap. “Little menace,” he replies while you pretend to squirm in his grip. It only makes him grip you tighter until you’re clamped inescapably against his chest.

Two

But, when you do pull open the heavy door to peer out, your heart drops when you see him preening himself in front of the mirror. 

Vain little peacock.

“My, don’t you look like quite the little whore,” he says smoothly, knowing that things have now fallen in his favour. “Should I vacate the rooms tonight? Or do you prefer to stay the night with your customers?” 

He picks up his martini glass from the side, and you instantly make it shatter before he can raise it to his lips. His sharp hiss of pain is satisfying, but it does nothing to cool the hot humiliation rising through you. “It’s adorable how you think you’ll be sleeping here tonight. I imagine the Grandmaster likes to play his with toys after a night of revelry, and is there really any need to ask who kneels for whom?” you bite back, watching his lip curl in anger. “Tell me, Loki, does he make you beg?”

Three

You sit up in one fluid movement to grasp hold of the leash right where it clips to his collar, delighting in the momentary widening of his eyes. “Were you keeping count, my little whore?” you taunt him sweetly, letting a hand float to his cock. He closes his eyes and groans when you begin to slowly, lazily, stroke him. “Or, maybe, you’re just feeling a little needy tonight? Which is it, hmm?” 

Loki tries to speak - you can see his answer dancing on the tip of his tongue - but with your hand still stroking his cock he can only mouth wordlessly. You grant him a second of enjoying the waifish tendrils of pleasure that are curling around him, but when he still doesn’t answer and his eyes begin to flutter closed, you squeeze him lightly, to which he answers with a shout. 

“Answer me, sweet,” you warn him. 

Loki inhales deeply, steadying himself. “I…fuck…I need you, my Queen….ugh…please!” he pleads when you run your thumb teasingly around the sensitive head of his cock. 

You smirk as he groans, but don’t cease in the torment. “Mmm, you sound so pretty when you beg. Keep going, and I might give you your reward.”

He releases a huff of frustration, but you know he’s too far gone now. You have him exactly where you want him. “Please…please, darling…have mercy. I’ve been good…please…I need you.” Those big eyes are peering up at you again, soft and desperate and begging for release. While you would relish teasing him for hours, you’re as desperate for him as he is for you. You release his cock - and he whines pitifully when you do - but relief flashes joyfully in his eyes when you use the leash to coax him to his feet.

Four

“We’re lost.” 

You’ve known this for half an hour. The Vietnamese jungle around you is sticky and alive, and you’re almost certain you’ve passed this same clump of trees fifteen minutes ago. A few steps ahead, James doesn’t even slow, only continues pushing through the trees with purpose, as though this is exactly the path he had intended on taking. 

“We aren’t lost,” he replies, sounding shorter than usual. 

He doesn’t turn to look at you and it fills you with an irrational rage, enough that you seriously consider lobbing your water tank at his pretty blonde head. Instead, you roll your eyes because you are lost. Both of you should have been back at base camp forty minutes ago, yet here you are still fumbling through the undergrowth with this stubborn man and his stupidly tight t shirt. 

A huff of frustration leaves you at the same time a cacophony of bird song sounds from the skies above. “Of course I’m the one who gets stuck with a tracker who can’t find his way out of a fucking forest,” you goad him. 

It’s not intentional, not really, but you’re tired and hot and it’s been hours since you last ate. 

And maybe some small part of you is scared that you won’t find the camp before night fall, but hell will freeze over before you admit that to him. 

He already thinks you’re a runt.

Five

You yearned to gaze into those eyes each and every morning while he still hovered between sleep and awake. Day and night you imagined how they would twinkle beneath the first rays of morning sun and how they might light up at seeing your own gazing back at him on the pillow. 

Norns above, you were like an infatuated teenager. 

With burning cheeks you broke his gaze, forcing your attention back to whatever idle gossip your maids were partaking in. Their chatter was excitable - they were still young, after all - but you found it impossible to follow along with any of it. He now occupied every corner and crevice of your mind, wrapping around every wisp of thought like an unspoken prayer. You imagined how his hand would feel cupping your cheek and how his arms would feel as they locked you in an embrace. You wondered how soft his lips were and how they would feel pressed against yours. 

You wondered how it might feel to be his, and if he ever thought about you the way you thought about him.

Was it really asking the fates for too much? 

“...she’s daydreaming too hard about her future husband to even hear us!” A giddy voice broke through the haze to pull you back to the present.

[loverontheleft]

Please (revised)

Moodboard by @a-silver-linings-boyfriend

VLV!B x Reader.

This is revised from an earlier piece that I’m pretty sure wasn’t on my Masterlist but may have been on my Vocal (alternative posting site).

This has Sir/kitten, dirty talk, general language, and condomless sex. I think that’s everything.

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His hard cock pressing into you and his warm hands all over your body are some of your favorite things. “Please, baby…” His words, hot against your skin, are taking over your senses and consuming your mind. You hear and feel him like this in your dreams too, so it takes you a moment to realize this is real; you actually are awake.

Your eyes flutter open and you turn slightly to look at him, not realizing that as you do, your hip presses firmly into- “Honey, you’re…” he doesn’t finish his thought, just clutches at you, presses his hips forward and rubbing slightly, seeking more.

“Bren?” You stop moving and wait, loving the feeling of him, hard and pulsing. “What do you need, love?” You think you know but you like to hear it, all the same. He rarely begs you; you have to savor it while you can. Brendon groans wordlessly again, fingers pressing into your hips. Then, kissing your neck the way you love, he grinds into you urgently. The fabric of his boxers moves easily against the silk of your slip; you’re both being responsible while in your parents’ house. If you were at home, there would be nothing to stop him from filling you. The thought of this, how he’d normally tangle a hand in your hair and hold you close while taking you from behind, makes your head spin and your body tense.

“Kitten, I need you,” he manages, lips never leaving your neck as he works open-mouthed kisses from your ear to your shoulder. The pet name tells you he needs more than a quick fuck in the middle of the night, and a thrill goes through you as you let yourself fall into the submission. You know he’ll take care of you.

“So take me, Sir.”

Brendon has one hand reaching down to lift the hem of your slip and spread your thighs as soon as you’ve given permission, and you’re shivering in anticipation from the way his tongue teases your skin while his fingers stroke gently, slipping through slick heat. As he gets you ready, you reach for him, your hand tugging at his boxers desperately. His hips rise and the soft fabric slides down; you whimper, feeling of the hot head of his cock against your inner thigh. “Take me,” you repeat, and he bites down on your shoulder to stifle his groan of pleasure as he pushes into you.

“Fuck—hand, please,” you mumble, groping for his other hand and pressing it to your mouth to muffle yourself. He chuckles low in your ear and thrusts again, slowly, letting you feel every inch of him inside you. The sensation drives you wild. You feel so full, so warm, so satisfied with each deep thrust of his hips.

“My pretty Kitten afraid to be noisy?” He teases softly, moving his hand down so you can reply. You nod and clutch at his wrist.

“In my parents’ house, in their guest room...can’t be loud. Can’t. Gotta be good,” you pant, rocking back on him for more. “Gotta be good. Trying to be quiet while Sir fucks me is hard though, so...I need his hand.”

“You’re being so good,” he murmurs, placing his hand back over your mouth delicately. “So good. It’s a shame though, since Sir gets off on hearing you. All these slutty sounds my Kitten makes when I take her like this...” His hips thrust forward again, making you whimper behind his hand. “Such a good girl,” he whispers in your ear. “My best girl, letting me wake her up, letting me fuck her like this, letting me come in her…Fuck, Kitten, your perfect pussy makes it absolutely impossible for Sir to be quiet,” he murmurs. “My wife has the sweetest pussy, and I just wanna fuck her all night and tell her how good she is. I know I can’t take much more though—you take my cock so good; this hot, wet cunt drives me wild. I’m gonna come soon, come in my best girl, oh fuck!”

“Please,” you beg as you cling to his arm, your words muffled behind his hand. “Please, Sir, come in me.” You roll your hips back, seeking more of him. “I need you. I need it. Deeper, harder—give it to me, please, fuck me, come in me, take me!”

“Kitten, you sound so convincing that I almost forgot I was the one who woke you up for this,” Brendon manages between desperate thrusts. You both laugh a little and he squeezes your hip, telling you he’s close. As his pace increases, he becomes more insistent with his words and the way his fingers tease your clit. “Can’t come in my pretty Kitten until she comes for me. She knows the rules. I may be in charge, I may be her Dom, her Sir, but my girl always comes first.”

You nod and relax back against his chest, reaching a hand back to tug at his hair. He groans and uses the hand working between your thighs to slap your leg softly. “She knows the rules,” he repeats. “Hair tugging will only make Sir come harder, and that’s not happening until my sweet wife comes all over my cock.”

“I’m so close,” you whimper behind his hand, and he nods approvingly, telling you to just enjoy the feeling and let go for him.

“Don’t hold back, my love,” Brendon murmurs. “I want to feel you come, want you to let go, want your sweetness all over my cock, want you to feel so good, Kitten.” One more nip at your earlobe paired with one more circling gesture over your clit has your back arching and hips shifting in small spasms.

“Oh fuck, Sir, I’m— now!”

“Jesus, Kitten, ride it out, feel it,” he groans in your ear, gasping as you force yourself back, taking him as deep as you can. You’re trembling, clinging to his hand over your mouth as you let yourself let go, coming hard in waves of wet heat. Your entire body is tight, quivering around his length, and you know it’s pushing him to his limit. “That’s my best girl, ride it out, make yourself feel good with this cock, come on my cock, it’s all for you, gonna fill your sweet cunt once you come all over me honey, fuck yes!”

As your climax rolls through you, you pull at his hair again. “Now, Sir,” you beg. “Please, come for your Kitten. Please!”

“Fucking hell, baby, you ask so sweetly,” Brendon murmurs, dropping the hand from your mouth so he can fully grip your hips. He holds on tight, driving his cock into you, shuddering in ecstasy and chanting your name against the back of your neck as he finally lets himself reach his climax.

Even with your back to him, you know his face is utter bliss; you can feel his euphoria in his rapid breaths on your skin, the slide of his fingers so he can feel where his cock presses into you, the warmth of his chest against your back as he arches a little, getting himself as close as possible to you. He always holds out for so long, insisting you come first.

You love when he allows himself to come though, once he knows he’s taken care of you. That low, desperate groan as he pulses and throbs inside you, mixed with the warmth of his cum always leaves you breathless and blissed out. “God fucking damn, you’re the fucking best,” he finally murmurs, pulling out of you to collapse on his back.

You roll over immediately, rest your head on his chest, and drape a leg across his waist. His warm hands stroke down your back, he adjusts the blankets, and he tilts his head to press a soft kiss to the top of yours. “You okay, my sweet baby?” Brendon asks, playing with your hair. You nod and snuggle into him, loving how his heartbeat gradually slows down and yours settles to match.

“So much more than okay, B,” you tell him, smiling against his skin. “Love you. Love being with you like that.” He makes a small, content sound and wraps his arms around you.

“And I love you and being with you like that too, so it works out,” he mumbles, holding you close. “My girl made me come so damn hard…” he trails off into a yawn and you reach up to cup his cheek affectionately.

“My man made me come pretty hard too,” you murmur. “Can’t wait to see how good he’ll fuck me when I’m really the one waking him up, whispering please.”

[bubblegumbitchboytoy]

Thinking of being an on-call slut at a hotel; visitors could pay an extra fee to call me up to their room, fully at their command.

One night being a celebratory fuck shared for a sports team, each taking turns and filming me as they cover me in cum and, once I’ve run out of energy riding them, manhandling me into whatever position they want—pouring beer in my mouth until I’m nice and pliant, shoving my face under their arms to make me take in their musk and laughing at how I get hard when I do, shoving me face down with a forearm under my pelvis to hold it up as one pounds me and another uses my mouth as his toy.

Another night used by a bored businesswoman who starts by wordlessly pointing between her legs for me to pleasure her, then dresses me up like a doll with clothes she bought ahead of time (for certain guests, I’m sure the hotel would provide any details like measurements for fitting clothing) and puts makeup on me while I hold still. Finally tying me to the heater and waiting just a little past when I start to beg to be let off, that it’s too hot on my skin, and gets polaroids of me as souvenirs—all dressed up adorably, tears smearing the makeup.

And of course, lots of people who just want someone to keep them company on a night when they feel so far away from everything familiar.