#subtop!reader

[vale-writes]

late night smutty astarion thoughts pt. 2:

tags: subtop!reader, powerbottom!astarion, reader has a penis/strap, gender neutral reader, sub/dom dynamics, use of the terms “pup” and “pet” to refer to reader

i have NOT been able to stop thinking about astarion riding hhgghfg….

just seeing him sitting in your lap above you, relishing in the power he has over you, his red eyes dark and full of lust. in that moment, he desired nothing more than for you to be his. for him to know you inside and out. for you to need him more than anything else in this world. he ground down on you once you were inside him, just to tease you. he leaned down and kissed along your neck, licking over the freshly made puncture wounds in your neck, making you inhale sharply from the sting. he then made his way down to your chest and sucked on the skin there, making sure to leave marks that’d be juuust below your shirt’s neckline in the morning. enough to keep you nervous that they'd show if your shirt moved too much. enough to keep you thinking of him all day.

he wouldn’t move until you begged him to. really, he wouldn’t do anything until you begged him to. he loved the power in general, but what really turned him on was how much you obeyed. you never took anything he said you couldn’t have. no matter how desperate you got, you’d never do anything unless he let you. after centuries of having that choice taken away, your submission made him go feral.

“gods, please, astarion, please let me move,” you begged, your hands running up and down his thighs in anticipation.

“how much do you want it, pet?” he purred, continuing to grind on your dick.

"more than anything," you whined. "please, please, please." you gazed up at him, pure desperation in your eyes.

"tell me you're mine and i'll consider it."

the words spilled out of your mouth immediately. "i'm yours, just yours, gods, astarion i'm all yours. please, please i'm yours."

his ears twitched and he somehow got harder when you sounded like you were about to sob if you didn't have him right then and there.

"that's a good pup," he said with a sly smile as he started to rock his hips. you'd never felt this good in your life. you knew you'd never have anyone like him ever again. you dug your nails into his waist, trying desperately to hold on in your fucked-out state.

"please, never stop, astarion," you said through breathless moans.

"i wouldn't dream of it."

[subabbyarchive]

i want her to ride me so bad PLEEEAASEE

maybe for a bit

abby tries riding your (her) strap for the first time!!

┊͙ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ content: nsfw!!! top-ishfem!reader calls abby—“mommy” still, subby abby :333

┊͙ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ authors note: this is a tad long but i love abby foreplay (the goodie goodness!!!) this is inspired from this twitter sfm...i know, i know, owen is there…MEGA YUCK. but!!! stay with me now. imagine you in his place. GOD DAMNNNN WATCHING HER PRETTY PINK ASS BOUNCE ON IT AHHHHH mommy lemme hit fr :p

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ♫♬♪: scream my name—thomas larosa

abby had a rough day at the gym today. and shit, school (college!au) was kicking her ass too. but—gladly, the semester was almost over. she really really needed to blow off some steam. she was constantly exhausted and made a fuss about everything from being overwhelmed 24/7. now, abby’s pouting as she struggles to use the right key on the lock of your shared apartment. you hear the jangling of her keys outside the front door as you relax on the couch, legs propped up, sipping iced tea with glossed lips around the straw. your eyes, glued to your phone screen, scrolling & reading wlw webtoons. you’ve been waiting for abby to watch a movie or a show tonight, because like the sweet girlfriend you are—you love to ease her pretty mind. but little did you know, she was so whiney and tired…you wanted to help another way.

abby groaned as she stumbled in, throwing her head back, "fuck—baby," she whines with a scrunch of her pretty nose, tossing her bag beside the door. you jerk your head to the door at her complaint, a huge smile growing across your face, "come here."

you hop off the couch, arms open, embracing her pretty body. she’s wearing a compression long sleeve and you could feel her sweat. abby's body is incredibly warm, goodness—you know she must've overworked herself at the gym. you shake your head disapprovingly, “should’ve skipped it today.” she holds your waist close, letting you stand on you tippy toes to kiss her drenched cheek. she kisses the top of your head, “fuck. yeah.” abby’s exhale stirs your chest, making you cheekily smile.

you look up at her with admiration, loving her perseverance despite how fatigued she is, “come on, you need to relax.” you rub her shoulder in a massaging manner, making her sigh longingly. “alright.”

you lead her to the couch, eyes watching her over your shoulder with a little smirk.

plopping on the softness, you pull her beside you. with a silly chuckle, you sprawl across her, head on her thighs and your legs sticking up on the top of the couch. you reach for the remote on the coffee table.

turning the tv on, your other hand rubs her own that she places on your stomach, you ask with a sing-song voice, “should we continue arcane—orrrrr…” your eyes fix on the screen, scrolling through netflix, studying multiple titles. abby tosses her head back on the couch, a dramatic groan leaving her soft lips, “i don’t know.”

you glance up at her, intrigued by her sudden annoyance. abby’s eyes rest shut as gulps preciously. you can tell how drained she looks. man. “what do you wanna do, huh, baby?” you tease, staring down at her hand, tracing her fingers.

“i-i don’t know.” she whisper gently, sounding so soft. “we don’t have to watch tv.” you smile gently, turning the tv off and tossing it on the table.

she rubs her face using her other hand, exhaling roughly. you tilt your head lovingly, “want me to run you a bath, pretty girl?”

you flip your body, turning fully towards her, giving her your undivided attention. laying down flat on your side, your hands rest flat on top of one another, resting on abby’s thigh, separating your head from her thigh.

abby shakes her head no, finally looking down at you. her eyes scan your angelic features, painting how she’s so sweetly in love.

“what do you want me to do?” you question, voice small.

you inhale, trying to think, rubbing your soft calves together.

suddenly—you accidentally catch the delicious scent between her legs. fuck, your chest tightens with sudden arousal. shit—her after-gym smell…it always unlocks something primal within you. you don’t fucking know why.

it feels almost predatory how turned on you get…but the ironic thing is—you look like prey. abby constantly tops you. but not always.

you smirk mischievously, sitting up slowly. “hey, abs.” abby watches your gentle body moving, almost hypnotized.

without a word, your gaze bores into hers, seeing past her exhaustion. her eyes crave your affection. but how? ohhhh, you know.

you lean forward kissing her pouty lips, instantly sticking your tongue in. you straddle her lap, hands groping her tense shoulders. her eyes widen at the familiar feeling, melting into your touch. abby’s been so caught up in schoolwork, the two of you have hardly done together anything in the past month. but, the way one of your hands linger to her waistband will say otherwise.

~~~ ⚢ ~~~

you don’t know how. but you sure know why—abby, an average topper is writhing above you, softly panting curses under her breath. your adoring eyes scan her body, mesmerized by her naked bottom half, panties hung to her ankle and chest still plastered with that sexy compression shirt.

you convinced her somehow, probably by your wandering hands and teasing eyes, on suggesting you could loosen up her nerves. your sexy plea made abby consider it. however—within abby’s quick thought process, you had eagerly scrambled to go retrieve the strap and harness, bringing it back with a huge goofy smile. you wanted to help her. the way she helps you. and—come on, there’s a first time for everything.

abby felt proud in a way. sighing with a growing smile, she nodded you over.

the sight of her spreading her legs to take this big thing excited you.

as you lay in your pink push-up bra, you grip abby’s hips tightly, feeling her warm silk chiffon skin shake under your hot palms. her hips undulate sharply as she holds your torso, balancing herself well. her soft choked whimpers create a tightness in your chest as you gawk at how the fat strap slips in and out so her juicy pussy deliciously, so fucking deliciously.

you can feel her burning gaze while you pathetically stare up at the unfamiliar view.

my god, she almost looks like she belongs on top of you like this.

her compression long sleeve is blocking something you need to see. your hands push up her shirt almost frantically, letting her small tits plop out. and oops—abby hisses as the cool air hits her pretty pink nipples, your fingers groping her goosebumped skin. god, the sight of her shirt riding up makes you bite your bottom lip harshly with lust. you lean forward and needily take one of her small plump tits in your mouth, sucking the nip till the hardness softens. “fuckkkk,” she cries out, eyes rolling back with a pant. your soft hands grip her doughy ass cheeks, spreading her pussy lips, letting the strap graze every part of her gushing hole.

you and your desperate doe eyes watch her puffy clit slam against the harness, up and down, the hypnotizing sight making your mouth salivate. an appetizing creamy white ring at the base of the dildo is slicking a jarring white. your gaze lingers back up to her contorted features. her body makes your eyebrows furrow with overwhelmed desire, loving how she’s practically falling apart above you. her strong big body on your gentle one…ugh—it’s just too fucking good. you huff out roughly, brain fuzzing as if you could actually feel it.

abby is so fucking sexy. lord, why haven’t you tried this earlier? her urgent gasps. the way her ass is shaking in a such pornographic way. this is somehow fucking your dumb brain stupid. but, craziest thing is: you’ve never seen her unravel like this—god, it turns you on so badly. because i mean, yeah— you’ve seen her cum a billion times grinding her wet clit against the harness when she fucks you—or orgasming from your sweet tongue or fingers! but…this? the dick she uses to fuck you is so deep in her sopping cunt, bruising her throbbing cervix? fucking shit—your mind is so cloudy with the sight of her jiggling tits and erotic moans.

you love this, god, you can feel your arousal leaking down to your asshole. however—this type of wetness was…drastically different from your average desire. it seems the need of your own release—is simply faltering, giving way to the rooted desire of needing to watch her eyes flutter shut as she gasps with a squeal, cumming all over your dick. this feeling…you’ve never craved it as much as now.

this is full lesbian intoxication, abby’s puffy pink lips, gaped, head thrown back pathetically…toned abdomen sweaty, her loud slick, heaving chest, fuck, and the best part—her blonde bush. you start whimpering at the state of your shaking girlfriend.

abby’s grip on your torso is almost mean, the plunging strap hitting that velvety spot over and over.

her heavy thrusts down on the strap makes your smaller frame shake.

the way her solid thick thighs ripple against your cute plump ones continuously makes your needy ass wish this could last forever. shit, she looks way too good on you like this. her ass is slapping against your skin, the sensual sound making your heart ache with the crave of wanting to be with her and her only for the rest of your fucking life. abby groans deeply, “fuck this stupid shirt,” making you softly chuckle as you realize the way it was riding up must’ve been gathering heat.

she pulls her shirt over her head, struggling a bit with the sleeves. you laugh a little, hands attempting to help but the moment you reach for her, she finally tosses it floor.

fuck.

abby’s freckled muscular shoulders and tender boobs loom over you, creating a heavenly sight. her glassy blue eyes plead such desperation, making you wince with the crave to resolve her pleasure. “c’mere, mommy.” you gently whisper, eyes locked onto hers, smaller arms spread for a hug.

abby leans down, taking you in her arms almost as she does in missionary… and you grin widely, her freckled cheeks coming into view. abby’s soft face had seemed to gather a sheen of sweat, making her glow in such a precious way. the way her face twists with a pain-like expression (raw pleasure) makes your small ass want to.. for some reason…protect her.

this must be what abby feels when you’re beneath her.

abby’s pace slows slightly, her sexy hips no longer bouncing, now—grinding deeply. her begging lips, only inches away, fanning her hot breath, dawning a bright pink blush on your cheeks.

her strong nose grazes your cheekbone as you both happen to gaze down between your bodies and…the strap is buried. inside. her. witnessing the sight together...damn, the new power dynamic you unlocked made both of you red.

abruptly, abby pathetically kisses you, her wet lips gripping yours. her taste ignites an incredible new idea. and shit—you know it so well because obviously, abby’s done it a million times to your whiney ass. her tongue continues dancing with yours as you raise your thighs, lifting her slightly. you hold abby’s waist tightly, beginning to pump your hips up into her, fucking her slowly.

she moans into your mouth, hands resting on your shoulders as the sounds reverberate into the steamy kiss.

you accelerate your thrusts, kissing her harshly as if you were close. you can tell how the tip is grazing her g-spot rather too well when abby’s gentle whimpers become frantic. her breath quickens, gasping sharply, gripping your shoulders as she definitely leaves crescent-shaped indents from her nails. her cream still gathering at the base, blocked by the harness, sadly incapable of reaches your own. shit—you wince with a sort of anger, thrusting faster, wishing you could feel her. you whine softly feeling her heat against the leather. ”fuck, mommy.”

abby pants your name rapidly under her breath, in a panicky manner, whimpering and eyes watering, “i’m-gonna…shit—c-cumming-!” her voice squeaks as her thighs writhe, her body completely quivering.

her voice hitches as her eyes roll back, drool dribbling down her lip from having her mouth gaped for so fucking long. abby’s sounds subside, the room only echoing the claps of your continuing hips.

she washes over her orgasm, shuttering, burying her face in your neck, voice quaking, “fuck…” her cum gushes down the strap, coating it a bright white.

your hips gradually move to a passionate pace, pistoning deeply, fucking her cum back into her dripping cunt.

you wish nothing else could ever matter.

your thrusts fully come to a stop, the panting abby slowly moves up, shaking as she lets the strap slip out with a squelchy plop.

abby sighs deeply with a huge smile, leaning down to kiss you lovingly, her sweat on her temples making you feel so glad that relieved her in a new way today.

“that was…” she quietly whispers against your lips, “we should do that more.” her sexy words make you nod fervently, your tired grin spreading across your bright red face.

“yes, please.” your voice sounds small, lovingly watching her sweaty body with joy—a little more than you should. abby teasingly beams, “you liked that huh, you gorgeous girl?” her lips brush against your sensitive neck. abby’s voice was no longer ginger but sensual. her hands push off you as she leans off your lap.

you groan missing her weight on you. your pretty eyes follow her plump freckled ass, gaze showing a huge glint of patheticness. abby notices and grins devilishly,

“don’t worry, baby. we can keep going.” her voice was sultry and almost assertive as she went to go grab a hand towel from the kitchen, your gaze follows her swaying hips and plump smalls tits. damn.

walking back, wiping her sweaty face, abby’s head flickers to the clock on the wall, realizing the night’s still young.

her mischievous stare lands on the gooey strap, smiling back at you, loving your cute eager face.

“alright definitely, maybe—just maybe for a bit.”

~~~ ⚢ ~~~

chat this was a little self indulgent because i may or may not be ovulating… and worst of all, the wet dream i had after watching that stupid video was ACTUALLY insane🎀 I LOVE YOU SUB ABBY!!!!!

[pupfemmes]

write a fic with sub!top vi PLEASE it was sooo good

men and non-sapphics dni !!

🏷️: headcanons, sesbian lex, sub!top and service!top vi, fingering, strap, aftercare, use of ‘mamas’, oral, femme & chubby reader as always, no beta we die like cassandra, butch boyfriend vi, no body/genital description for reader except that they’re chubby and present feminine.

🐾: thank you for the ask my love!! this is basically just a little collection of sub!top or service!top vi headcanons cause full length fics are Not my strongpoint and also i wanted to cover all the fields. enjoy !! sorry it’s a little short 💔

vi who basically gives you free reign over your sex life. whatever you want, you’ll get it. she’ll do just about anything you ask for— she’ll willingly top you and let you top her, but if she’s being totally honest? she likes when you’re on top. she does whatever you want, because if it makes you happy she’s sure it’ll do the same for her.

vi who is a MUNCH. always between your legs— in the shower, in the mornings before you both get ready for work, on the kitchen table after dinner, on the couch after she gets home from that fuckass job that stresses her out so bad.

vi who takes strap like the best girl. she begs for it, actually, despite pretending to hate it at the start of your relationship. in reality she loves it— surprisingly enough, she really loves missionary. she likes being able to look at you. when her eyes aren’t rolled back in her head, of course.

vi who has the biggest obsession with your stomach. just your body in general actually. always, always has a hand on you somewhere, constantly gripping at the fat of your thigh or stomach or hip. you complain about sitting on her face sometimes because she always gets lost in the sauce and can’t breathe, but that does not stop her.

vi who practically squeals when she cums, you have most definitely disturbed your neighbours more than once because she just can’t keep her mouth shut. she’s loud, so so loud.

vi whose pussy is like niagara falls relocated itself. and it really doesn’t take much to get her going. a bit of side boob from the top you’re wearing? seeing you bend over to get something from the fridge? she’s sopping. and it actually embarrasses her sometimes.

vi who is the best at aftercare. regardless of how she’s doing, she always gets out of bed to get you both some water, a snack and a towel to clean up, and always lets you pick the movie afterwards. pulls you into her arms or rests her head between your tits as she kisses your skin gently, giving that whiny yawn she always does.

vi who is shockingly good at talking dirty, and she doesn’t even try. truly. she says the most unhinged shit, choking out a quiet “feel you in my stomach, mamas,” when you’re fucking her or something similarly lewd and she doesn’t even seem ashamed— mostly because she’s too dumbed down to really notice.

vi who fingers you in her car after date night, thanking you for paying (if you’ve paid) or simply just because “y’look fuckin’ gorgeous, mamas,”

vi who moans and whines when she’s fucking you as if it’s the other way round. nothing gets her going more than making you feel good, and she makes it known.

vi who carries a polaroid of your tits in her wallet and a keychain of your face on her carabiner, so that people know she’s a taken woman.

[edenspoem]

18+ ellie likes your fingers curled up in her hair. prefers the softness to the roughness when she reclines back between your thighs and plows through her various books revolving space. annotating never came along so smoothly until you wedged yourself into the session, raveling fingers into her foxen hair in a massaging motion. “how long do i have to do this for?” you would ask in a low, curious mutter.

ellie would slowly crawl out of her depthened, quiet ecstasy; nudge an ear to you, and retaliate in a speculative breath in. “until the end of this section, babe. i'm almost done, just hold on.” always near ending in a damn chuckle.

but that never debunks the chance of your fingers ending up in the exact same knots when her head lands between your legs for a completely different reason. “fuck—fuck, right there, ellie.” she pines for the total overtaking of her pretty face: ends of days spent studying grew her need to simply do something on the entertaining tail of the downtime spectrum, which pulling off your panties and licking impulsive, quick-winded strokes through your folds as you roughhoused her head into changing spots fed that need. her tongue is hot against you, and sends stimulation through the roots of your body. up through your spine, where you arch your hips off the bed and have her smooth down with her palms, stilling you in place, so you can charter her more easily.

“mhmm,” she groans delightfully, quirking her brows when the tip of her tongue curls inside you perfectly. satiating her senses.

just sucks when she wakes up the next day to find every vital ounce of information gone from her head, and the scent and taste of your cunt in it's special place. she is a girlfriend-pleaser, after all.

ps: i do have an abby version in mind. that i will write about. finally!

[korn-dawg]

𝒗𝒊 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕  

>𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒎 𝒑𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒗𝒊   

>𝒎𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝒗𝒊 𝒉𝒄𝒔    

>𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒓 𝒗𝒊 𝒉𝒄𝒔    

>𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒚 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓 𝒗𝒊    

>𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒑 𝒉𝒄𝒔    

>𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒚𝒎 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒔    

>𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓!𝒗𝒊 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒃    

>𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚!𝒗𝒊    

>𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒏!𝒗𝒊    

>𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝟑!𝒗𝒊'𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒐    

>𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒖𝒃!𝒗𝒊 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕    

>𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒚𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒌 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒕𝒐𝒑!𝒗𝒊

>𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒕𝒐𝒑!𝒗𝒊

[takami-takami]

Getting brat!Keigo worked up and sexually frustrated when you're on top is just so easily exploitable.

It's so easy to get him into subspace, to fuzz his pretty little head despite his attestments to the contrary. This is fun for you.

It doesn't matter how much shit Keigo talks. How he swears up and down with a smirk that he could turn the tables and get you to submit if you would just let him take control and let him switch on top (the undertone: please let me put it in. Please let me put it in, my cock hurts, please let me cum inside you, I promise I'll be cute about it).

It's malicious compliance when you do. His squint and suspicion of "you serious?" doesn't faze you; because you know Keigo. Better than he knows himself.

You know exactly how this game will go.

You know what happens to the poor thing when he starts to feel good.

He'll talk his shit, puff out his feathers and stretch obnoxiously before he rolls you both over. "Y-You wanted me that bad, huh? 'Thought so. I'll make it feel good, baby, let me handle this."

It's when Keigo actually sinks his cock inside that everything goes downhill for him.

The poor thing fucking whimpers.

His promises of "fucking you good" crumble to desperate humps against your body, shaky breaths and flushed cheeks against your neck. When he grabs at your chest and thighs, it's not dominant in the slightest. He practically paws at you, subtly grounding himself with faux attempts at maintaining control.

The final nail in Keigo's coffin is your sweet voice.

"There's my good boy", you say, and he's gone. Your title is moaned out his mouth, and he's gone.

[darling-keoko]

Smut drabble.

MalexMale

SubTop male reader x domBot Character

Imagine

Getting thrown down on the bed from your significant other after a long day of work for the both of you.

He hop onto you you pinning your arms down to restrict your hands from touching yourself.

He unbuttons your work pants with one hand at a extremely slow pace, teasing you.

After taking off your pants he slowly traces his fingers down to your covered hard on. He brushed against your bulge in your boxers, teasing your erection as you slowly got bigger.

He finally release his grip on your wrist when he was finally satisfied.

You let out a deep sigh, biting your lips. You were sure they'll be puffy in the morning but that was a problem for tomorrow.

He takes off his pants and boxers throwing them to the side.

He trailed kisses from your neck to the band of your underwear, pulling it down with his teeth.

Your dick spring out of your boxers already dripping pre.

He kisses the tip sweetly a few times before going down to your balls, sucking on them, releasing them from his mouth with a loud 𝙥𝙤𝙥.

He slowly and tauntingly stroked your cock, licking on the head a few times.

He sucked the tip of your dick until you were on the brink, it was like an living heaven but he stopped giving you friction once he saw the blissful state you were in.

And at that moment you realized what he was doing... It was going to be a long night

A/n:idk if I want to write the Min-Chin fic first or the Caesar fic. By the way the part 2 of the Caesar fic is going to be his back story and there's gonna be a lot of abuse and stuff like that. Can't spoil the whole thing 🤭 and ps I'm not good at smut as you can see

[oinkawasleftoe]

Fanfic for the Chilchuck post <3

First, this little snip is for a post I made which is linked here so if you want a little more there’s that

Second, I haven’t written fics in a while so I might be rusty other than that, enjoy!

Female Reader version, for male click here

Warnings: F!Reader, 18+, Smut, Swearing, Dom-bot reader, Sub-top Chilchuck, Praise, Degradation

“No no no!”

A certain half-foot shouted in anger. He snatched the lock pick from your hands. “Didn’t I tell you this was my job? You and Senshi just can’t keep your hands away, huh?!”

Chilchuck was currently yelling at you because you kept messing with his ‘job’. You never quite understood why he took it so seriously, it was just lockpicking!

“If you do it one more time, there’ll be a price to pay!” Now that caught your attention. “Oh yeah, what price?” You leaned down challenging his words. Chilchuck gave you a small smirk before whispering. “Follow me when the rest of the group falls asleep.”

Some time had passed and it was now time for you to ‘pay the price.’ Honestly you doubted he could do anything to you.

Chilchuck walked over to you and grasped your hand. “Let’s go.” It sounded like he was attempting to be seductive, a little pathetic.

He led you to a more secluded area and suddenly stopped. “What’s wrong? Chicken out?” You spoke with a small chuckle. You quickly shut up as he ‘pinned’ you to the wall. You eyes widened before you laughed a little.

Chilchuck face burned in embarrassment. “Wh-What are you laughing for?! You’re the one who’s pinned!” With one hand you pushed the poor thing away. “Sweetie, let me show you how it’s done.”

You pushed Chilchuck onto the cold floor and shook your head. “What exactly were you trying to do, seduce me?” You tsked. “Naughty little thing.” You stripped yourself of your shirt, watching as he gawked at your body.

“Drink it in while it lasts~” You turned away from the staring man and undid your pants, sliding them down. You glanced back over your shoulder, teasingly sliding down your undergarments and bra.

“You just gonna sit there dressed?” Chilchuck shuttered. He quickly stripped himself of his clothes. “I-I-“ He couldn’t get a word out as he reached a hand out.

Course he couldn’t handle you, all he’s seen were half-foots! You laughed softly and sat on the ground to reach his height. “Here, suck.” You held two fingers to his mouth. You shivered as he engulfed them, his mouth was so warm and wet.

You pulled them out after a minute of two and lined them up with your cunt muttering a simple, “Watch,” before putting them in yourself. Chilchuck could only stare, amused. Everything was just so much bigger on tall-men!

You couldn’t help but moan out in pleasure as your fingers moved in and out. Chilchuck could burn holes into you from how hard he was staring. You lock eyes with him, winking and biting your lip slightly.

You remove your fingers from your cunt with a small pop noise. “Be a dear and fuck me?” He was taken aback. “I…(name)…you..” He froze before nodding. He leaned down and lined up his cock, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.

He whimpered slightly as he was engulfed by your tight walls. “So tight, ‘m gonna die!” He whined as he carefully moved. You couldn’t help but laugh at the poor thing. “You’re doing good, move a little faster~”

His lip quivered as he followed your orders. He thrusted sloppily, his mind already in heaven. You held his cheek with a small smile on your face.

“That’s it, your doing so good for me puppy~” And that nickname alone kicked it into second gear. Chilchuck looked like he had lost it as he sped up, his thrusts getting worse. “Slow down, this ain’t a race.” You groaned and tilted your head back. You gasped softly as he hit your g-spot head on. “Good boy, you found my spot~” If he had a tail it would be wagging. He continued to thrust, trying his best to hit it each time. You locked hands with him, staring into his eyes. “You gonna cum? You wanna cum in me?” He nodded, looking more fucked out than you. “Cum f’me.”

He bit his lip harder and came, your insides filling up quickly. Turns out half-foot’s cum a lot, the more you know! Your soaking cunt throbbed as the cum oozed out. Your clit twitched as you panted.

He looked up at you then at your clit, leaning down and taking it in his mouth. “W-Wait!” You stuttered out as he sucked on it. You tilted your head back with a moan. “G-God!” Your legs shook as you came.

“Look at that, you got me to cum after all.” You smiled at him, panting , as Chilchuck lifted his head up, covering his face.

[maleinsert-winkwink]

Pairing: Subtop!Male Reader/DomBottom! FTM character

Content: Riding, objectification, praise, unprotected, mean dom -> caring dom

Notes: Character is mentioned as being in a meeting. I wrote him imagining a stereotypical mob boss type, but it's kept vague.

Muscular hands press you down, shoulder blades painful against the hard desk. Your dom raises a sculpted, scarred eyebrow, sneering down at you, and growls, "That was a very important meeting."

You flash him an innocent smile, and he huffs, unconvinced. Even as he begins to unbutton his shirt, putting those gorgeous fat pecs on display, he chastises, "Needy fucking thing, aren't you? Couldn't keep your hands to yourself for a single hour. Well, you're going to pay for it now."

He says 'pay for it', but it doesn't exactly feel like a punishment when his strong, thick fingers are trailing over your bulge. It doesn't take long for you to harden, and he tears your clothes off carelessly, throwing out a, "I'll buy you more." You can't help but hiss as the cold air of the office caresses your cock, and he smirks in amusement to see it twitch. His hands find his belt - the sound of the metal unbuckling making you throb, Pavlovian - and he drops his suit trousers and boxers in one motion.

His hairy pussy glistens, but you've no time to appreciate the sight before he's climbing atop you, a large palm on your chest to harshly pin you back down. "I didn't say you could move." With his free hand, he guides your tip to his slit. It's burning hot and velvet soft, his slick dripping down onto your shaft, despite the barest touch. He bites his lip hard to keep himself silent, and runs your sensitive head oh-so-teasingly through his folds. "Fuck."

"Sir, please."

You know that's the magic word - it always is - and he tries to look dominant and in charge rather than grateful. But, his eyes flutter tellingly and his mouth falls open as he sinks down. There's resistance for a moment, then the pop of him taking your head in one. Shit, that feels good. You can't help but moan, and he flashes a smug smile despite his own similar state.

"You like that, baby? This is what you were gearing for during the meeting, huh? Sinking into this pussy?" He erractically swipes the sweat from his brow, and takes you another few inches. His cunt fits snugly against your pelvis, unshaved lips stretched obscenely. Bracing his hands against your chest, he lifts himself an inch up and slams back down. "Shit! Fuck, you're big. Happy to be my toy, aren't you, boy? My own personal dildo."

You nod desperately, helpless but to moan at the tight, strangling grip of his cunt around your cock. He's so wet, so hot, so fucking perfect. "Yessir!"

"Good boy," he congratulates, bouncing on your dick in earnest. He's panting by now, tossing his head to clear his hair from his eyes. His slick squelches, loud, around your shaft. "My good boy."

His thick fingers crawl down his body, and he desperately toys with his clit. Each thrust brings him up higher, your swollen tip fucking in and out, stretching his sensitive hole, before he lets his legs fall out from under him and forces himself back down. It is delicious, torturous pleasure, and you can feel yourself throbbing. Eyes lidded with pleasure, he smirks down at you.

"Not 'til I've finished, baby. You know the rules."

You do know the rules, but the heat curling in your gut is making a very convincing offer for disobeying. But, you don't. A little mantra keeps you under control: Good boys get rewards.

Thankfully, it isn't long before he slams his hips down, fingers stilling on his clit, and squirts with a deafening groan. The combined sensations - nails scratching your chest, slick raining on your thighs and your belly, tight and quivering walls - tip you over, too.

It takes a few moments but he eventually lifts himself up on shaky legs, pulling far enough off your shaft that you can both watch your load slop out of him. "Shit," he hisses, eyes fluttering, and he takes you in again, resting his considerable weight atop you in a post-release hug. 'Snuggling' and 'cockwarming' are two words you're banned from using; You are, as he insists, cuntwarming him, for his pleasure alone. But, it's tough to think he's as hard and mean a dom as he likes to make out when he's slumbering on your chest. You card his sweaty hair out of his eyes, and join him in his nap.

[tra1nchi]

NEED Dom Bottom Varré overstimulating Sub Top Tarnished (me)😋 whenever you can! HAVE A GOOD DAY!!

MINORS DNI!! Subtop male reader,,Overstim,,riding,,blood

"Oh my lambkin..you can take it, can't you?" Varres voice was mocking in your ear,,you barely know how you ended up in bed with the white mask but you did know that he was naked and straddling you,,

Your arms were tied above your head,,completely at his mercy,,his hands gently running down your stomach all the way down under he reaches your cock,,his firm grip stroking up and down it

"Lambkin..you're trembling already, is this why you're maidenless?" His smirk was clear,,his thumb rubbing your tip before he lifts his hips up,,hovering himself over your dick before finally lowering himself down on it with a low groan

"Ah..that's it, good boy!" His praise sounded mocking as his hands gripped firmly down on your chest,,flicking your nipples before he finally started to bounce his hips on your dick!! His brown hair flopping up and down as he does so,,

Varre would lean down,,pressing kisses up your neck before he reaches the middle of your neck,,gently bitting down at first before he got rough,,eventually piercing your skin just to taste some of your blood,,

He could go on for hours,,his stamina was ruthless even as you started to moan and squirm in pleasure,, "You have the sweetest scream, my lambkin." He tries not to moan as he feels his own thighs start to grow heavy,,his stomach covered in his own cum,,but not as bad as you were!!

Your back arching right up into him,,if he wasn't such a controlling little brat,, your hips would definitely be bucking into him more!! How could he be so impossibly tight!!!???

[pupfemmes]

(chubby femme reader, butch boyfriend vi)

mmm okay but subtop!vi has been on my mind a lot lately… more importantly, subtop!vi who begs to fuck you 24/7. who’ll quite literally get on her knees and give you the sweetest puppy eyes ever.. the whiniest tone to her voice as she gives you an oh so polite “please, princess?” and how can you say no to that face? so you’ll put aside whatever you’re doing and let her fuck you. you can’t really complain, in all honesty. cause despite her outwardly mean and sometimes harsh demeanour, it’s so painfully adorable how she gets when she’s with you. she’ll usually opt for eating you out, because she’s a munch— no other way to put it. and she’ll stay there for hours, face buried between the fat of your thighs as she whines and groans into your cunt, hands gripping at your stomach and your hips and basically anywhere she can reach, her hips canting against the edge of the mattress just for a little bit of relief on her poor clit :( when you finally have enough, after what you think might be about five orgasms, she’ll climb on top of you and kiss your face ever so gently, muttering that shes sorry and she “just loves your pussy so much…” and yeah, maybe there’s a chance she’s whipped.

[elstoy]

can you pls expand on painslut ellie, and how she pinches her perky little nipples hehe

yea ! of course i can . just … loads of painslut ellie thoughts .

at first she begins with rolling them in circles with her thumb and her index finger . her tatted forearm flexes at the movement , detaches itself from the bottom of her chest then lifts itself up . she loves feeling good , everybody does , so when she twists her perky hard nipple around she whimpers a quiet sound . “nhh , fuck” comes as a very desperate plea for more .

then , she thinks of you . she thinks about your pretty face , your thick lashes , your lipgloss and your little skirts that are always way too short , and your top that always sits way too low , and she grunts . she pulls her nipple harder , further reddening the already red bud , and moans out your name .

the pull hurts , but it sends a jolt of electricity through ellie’s moist pussy . her hole flutters at the pain , clenches around nothing , as she hurts herself and nearly draws blood �� thinking of your smile , then of your tits , then she thinks about how your mouth would hang agape if she ever decided to act on her whims and smack the shit out of your jiggly ass .

and then , come the pussy slaps . firstly , i believe that when she touches herself underneath her flannel covers , one of her favorite things to do is slap her pussy . i think it might stem from it turning her on , but also from sheer frustration . she …. well , she gets pretty upset at how her brain can’t focus all that well when the lights are off . she wants to go to sleep , she really does , but when certain thoughts of a certain person rise up in her dirty mind , she can’t help but sneak in her calloused , big hand down her sweats . and she hates it , hates how she can feel her juices soak up her boxers before she even slipped a finger in , hates how perverted she gets at the thought of your hand being shoved down her pants instead of her own , hates how she can picture your tits bouncing as she’s taking you on her strap . which is why , in the midst of assaulting her clit , painting circles upon her rising pink bud , swollen and wet and milky , she can’t help but slap her cunt in anger . and she’d huff underneath her breath as well , “atta’ fuckin’ girl” — she’d groan into the void , like she’s talking to you , and then she’d relish in the sound of the wet smack that comes from under the blanket . and she’s whine , too — a mixture of your name and a curse word , one that sounds so pathetic coming out of the assassin’s mouth .

[edenspoem]

18+ subtop!ellie, and it's her first time using a strap, but not yours! watching you push the tip through your folds is torture enough—you expect those aurora eyes to be in the back of her head by the end. the head of her fake cock rolls over your swollen, shiny clit, and she inhales sharply. “sh—goddamn,” she whisperingly curses, attentive eyes perusing the connective passions. it makes her heart fucking rage. you, blatantly dripping from this, and something twice the width of her fingers, painted with slick. so fucking wet all around, the sounds created are intoxicating. light contorts as it gets dragged through once more, and aligned with your entrance. the pulse song inside her does not settle down.

you ease it an inch in, pussy lips swallowing up the tip graciously, only to be eased back out. this happens a couple times—with sickenly playful intentions—and it only riles ellie up. fuck, you know it does. you wanted it to; the easy phases of a smile catching your lips. “c'mon, babe..” a soft whine from her, the warm air it greets, and a delicate, yet pronounced gripping of your hips, entertains you. “just sit on it already, please?” her palms nudge you down slightly, fingers digging. it feels fulfilling to know you have this sort of hold on her—this thing where she has to grasp your hips and encourage you to get on with it. how cute, right?

although, it extends outside plain lust. she knows you have experience, knows you have the practice to tend to your own pleasures. most times, you tell her what to do anyways, and she obliges head-first. but, she wonders if her potential will rain with the same shine here. she feels only observant, and hot, laying under you. ellie almost dies when she gets to see your pussy, swallowing the girth of it. “fuck, babe.” she can't fathom any other emotion.

“oh my god, you're fuckin' amazing.” she is pleasingly overwhelmed. with each bounce, it ripples in her pelvis, smacks the now-reddened skin of her thighs, and she wants it harder. deeper inside. you have one of her nipples in your mouth, tough against your tongue, your moans, and the opposite under your palm, reacting identically to the friction. yeah, that encourages her alright. her fingers—still praying to your hips—scrape behind and pull the heart of your thighs apart, supporting you upwards with her legs. “let me try.”

she wants to be the sole reason you lose yourself. ellie certainly tries: palming her hands into your ass tightly, wrenching her brows, keeping you at this angle. but her pace isn't matched to yours. muscles in her glutes and thighs contract from how concentratedly she tries to keep up—probably a beautiful sight further down the bed—but she is imperfect. the shaft flops out constantly, and she can only guiltily chuckle when she feels your hand reach back and hips bottom out on it again. “not easy, huh?” you comment, breathing with the weight of the world in your chest. she, too, gasps for breath, the juncture of you two a sweaty entanglement. “yeah,” she breathes out.

regardless is she was perfect or not, you still came. loud and rocking against her. she felt bliss watching your chest shake with exhales. “ah, shit—that's fuckin' it ellie,” you splutter out. when you grasp her tit and give a confirming squeeze, she almost comes. she never did when you finished; a lack of friction at fault.

but it matters none. the salty, sweet taste of her precum is already lining the crevices of your face as you ensure she finishes what she began. she is so warm there. her wet, arousal-scented thighs clench you—choke you, as your tongue brushes a large motion and your hands push her hamstrings into a pain, a stretching pain. she cries out. “fuck—fuck, babe, too wide.” and inevitably feels her cunt fire a last pulse. it snaps. she writhes her pelvis up into your mouth, mound smushing on your upper lip, attempting to fit all of her sensations inside you. a strong gush trickles. you lick it happily. just taking, taking, and taking from her. it always helps to aid your girlfriend after treating yourself so well; your passion makes her fold. she rubs herself on your reposed lips afterwards, quivering and molding her mouth around little, heavenly moans—goddamn, if only it were you inside her.

a/n: love an experienced reader tbh. don't get enough of those around here! ellie pic from @/thereareboatsthisway on instagram.

[mvrders-are-okay]

READER: I hate you so much, you have no idea.

SCARAMOUCHE, WHO’S CURRENTLY SITTING ON YOUR LAP WITH YOUR ARMS AROUND HIS WAIST, WHO ALSO TRIED TO STAND UP BUT WAS STOPPED WHEN YOU ONLY TIGHTENED YOUR GRIP AROUND HIM: …right.

[lilisettean]

Of Power and Control | Sylus/Reader

About:

"I won our little bet Sylus!" You said, beaming triumphantly up at him. "That you did." He replied, leaning back into his chair as he placed the kitty cards he held down onto the table. "What will you do to me now, kitten?" You hummed lightly in response. An idea immediately came to the forefront of your mind when your eyes landed on his wrist. "Oooh, I know." You smiled at him when he arched an eyebrow at you. "You'll see."

Pairing: Sylus/Reader

Notes: Took inspiration from Sylus: No Defense Zone. I got sad about not getting his memory so I wrote this. :)

AO3: Read here!

Warnings: Submissive top Sylus, cuffs/bindings, no protection. Let me know if I missed a warning! Enjoy. :)

“Look at what you've done to me.” Sylus murmured, his eyes never leaving your body as he spoke. 

The urge to spare him a glance was overwhelming, but you ignored it. You knew what game he was playing. His taunts and fake pleas– you knew he wanted you to lower your guard, just enough so he could take control again. 

You won’t give him that pleasure, not when you’ve came this far– 

“Not even a peek?” He prompted, the sincere disappointment in his tone almost broke your focus. Almost. You were better than that. 

“No.” You huffed as you secured a leather wrist cuff on each of his bare wrists, restraining him. Each cuff had chains attached to them, its ends bound to the bedposts behind him. 

Sylus had used these cuffs on you before; they were his favorite things to use when you refused to stay in bed despite having bed rest orders, or whenever he felt like seeing you struggle against him as he touched you. Even though he would relent and free you when you pleaded enough, it had always irked you that you were always on the receiving end, never the other way around. But now–

“Such arrogance.” He mocked you while you straddled his thighs. Unlike you who stripped yourself bare before this, he still had his clothes on, albeit a little rumpled. You had tossed his tie and waistcoat onto the ground earlier, and undone the top few buttons of his shirt before slipping away from him. If it weren’t for the lost bet he had with you, he would’ve pulled you back to him, and made you continue undressing him.

“Shouldn’t you be telling yourself that?” You shot back while undoing the remaining buttons on his shirt, revealing the well defined muscles that hid beneath. “You knew one day those cuffs would come back to haunt you.” 

“Would they now?” He replied, his tone deceptively mild. “I am patient, unlike you.” 

Ignoring another obvious taunt, you placed a hand on his chest and gently pushed, making him rest against the many pillows behind him.

“You’ve gotten your wish. Now what, kitten?”

Instead of answering, you brushed your fingers against his nipple, and slowly dragged your hand down his abdomen. 

A quiet breath escaped him the moment your fingers went past his belt buckle and down to his crotch. His growing bulge was straining against the front of his dress pants, demanding to be set free. 

You palmed over his clothed erection as your other hand undid his belt, unhurried. He had yet to buck his hips up into your hand, but you had a feeling he was tempted to, with how taut his muscles felt under you.

The urge to tease him about it– like he did when the roles were reversed and you were on the receiving end of this pleasurable torture– was overwhelming, but you resisted it. It would do you no good, knowing that he would somehow find a way to twist your words around and get under your skin.

“Is that all the patience you have, kitten?” Sylus murmured, watching you with half lidded eyes while you squirmed against his hand. He played with your clit and prodded your clothed heat with his fingers, dipping into you briefly before tracing your folds once more. It felt maddening, and you had no recourse against him–

“Thinking about yesterday, aren’t you?” His question pulled you out of that sudden memory. Your gaze snapped toward him instinctively, freezing the moment your mind was able to process the sight in front of you.

Sylus’ gaze was fixed upon you, half lidded and dark with intense desire. Under the dim lighting of the room, his crimson eyes darkened into the shade of the expensive red wine he loved to taste every now and then. 

“Do try to focus. If you slip up…” He tugged on his bindings as he spoke, the tinkling sound of chains punctuating his words. His ever present smirk took on a dark, dangerous edge then, promising more than just retribution should you fail.

“I won’t hold back.”

You snorted, brushing his threat aside and leaned in, your lips hovering over his collarbone. It seemed your action was unexpected, with how his breath hitched when you kissed the skin underneath you. 

“Didn’t expect that Sylus?” You whispered between the many butterfly kisses you made, giggling when a quiet mmh escaped past his lips.

He bucked his hips up when you finally undid the zip on his pants and pulled his briefs down, pushing his hardened cock into your hand. It would be so easy, natural even, to curl your fingers around him and give him what he needed then. But why would you do that? Instead, you dragged a finger along the side of his length, teasing him with a feathery touch to his tip before moving back down to where you started.

The telltale clinking of chains, followed by an annoyed grunt, forced a giggle out of you. “Not so fun being bound hmm?” You asked, your eyes meeting his as you readjusted yourself, straddling him.

“Fun is subjective.” Sylus murmured, seemingly unbothered by his current predicament. His eyes drifted down, and despite not being able to touch you, you could feel his hands on your body, caressing you and groping you as much as he pleased. After he gave you a slow once over, he tilted his head to one side, and met your gaze head on.

“I’m sure you… understand.” 

At that, Sylus bucked his hip upward once more. The slight motion had caught you off guard; you tumbled forward, making you lie on top of him. Your breasts were pressed against him, and you felt a nudge against your folds the moment you felt his attention laying upon your chest. 

“Is playing dirty part of the fun?” You huffed as you propped yourself up, ignoring his lingering gaze on your breasts. If he weren’t bound, you knew he would be on them then, his lips surrounding your nipple, nibbling and sucking it while groping you. “I never played dirty.”

“Is that so?” He questioned, and before you could ask what he meant by that, he moved his hips upward, thrusting his erection between your folds. “Then what do you call this?” He asked as he rutted against you, his pace slow and deliberate. You felt his cock throb against you when a gasp slipped past your lips, your surprise spurring him on.

“You’d always do this. Do you have any idea how much this affected me, hmm?” Dazedly, you remembered that he would always stop whatever pleasurable torture he bestowed upon you moments after you pressed your heat against him and stroked him, slicking the side of his cock with your need. His gaze would always be upon your heat whenever you did so, as though enraptured by the sight of your desperation. 

As horribly tempting it was to let him continue, this could not go on. Eventually he would try to take control, and by then, you wouldn’t be able to put up a fight.

“Stop trying to distract me.” You accused, lifting your hips away from him so he wouldn’t have anything to pleasure himself with. 

“Mmh but I’m not trying to, kitten.” He held your gaze as he spoke; his deep voice had a seductive tinge to it.  “Can’t I make this as enjoyable for you as you did for me?”

“If you want me to enjoy myself, I have a better idea.”

Giving him no time to respond, you curled your fingers around his girth once more, and lowered yourself down. 

The corners of your lips curled up in triumph when you heard Sylus’ breath hitch. It was faint, barely audible over the sound of your own beating heart in your ears, but enough for you to hear that his defenses were not as impenetrable as it seemed.

Placing your hand on his abdomen as a warning not to move, you teased his tip with your entrance by circling around it. You felt him tense under you whenever you lowered yourself down more, pushing the head of his cock in. The need to go even further, to take more of him in, coursed through your veins. It didn’t help that Sylus stared at you through his eyelashes, lips parted, panting in anticipation. 

But why would you do that– when seeing him unravel before you gave you greater pleasure?

You huffed in amusement when he grunted at you for pulling away, leaving his tip exposed to the cool air in the room. Not that the chill would affect him anyway, with how flushed and heated he felt against and within you. Before he could make a witty remark at you for being a tease, you pressed his tip into your heat once more, slowly riding just the head of his cock.

“Kitten got your tongue Sylus?” You breathed out as you clenched your heat around him, making his eyes slide shut and forcing a sharp nngh out of him. 

The mirth that was bubbling up your chest finally popped when Sylus pinned you with a glare. Your laughter was short lived however, halted by the sudden buck of his hips. 

It was his turn to laugh when you returned his glare as you pulled yourself up. He had managed to thrust more of himself in you with that move, and if it weren’t for him losing a bet, you knew he would be doing more than just that.

No, he wouldn’t be underneath you in the first place. And if he was, he would be forcing you back down, fucking up into you while he bobbed you up and down his hardened cock. He would be groping your breasts while nibbling your earlobe, whispering taunts and praises while your moans punctuated his words. He would be wrapping your legs around his waist and laying you down when the need to fuck you harder overwhelmed him, moaning lowly into your ear as he pumped erratically into you.

“Mmh– Don’t be stingy.” He said, groaning at the loss of your tight warmth around him. It was clear he was getting irritated at your constant teasing; you gave him enough pleasure to spur him on, yet not enough to sate his need. “Is that all you’re going to give me?”

You merely smiled, albeit maliciously, at his question. Pulling further away from him, you fell back and sat on the empty space between his parted thighs. You leaned back as you lifted your legs slightly, revealing your heat– soaked by his precome and your slick– to him.

If looks could touch, you would’ve felt him prodding your entrance, smearing more of your slick all over your folds. You resisted the urge to moan at the sight of him staring dazedly at your sex, never once taking his eyes off you as he wetted his lips in anticipation.

He was so distracted by the erotic display in front of him that he bucked his hips without thinking. The thought of having your oh so sinful heat around him, clenching and coaxing him to thrust deeper into you, made his cock twitch in anticipation.

The sudden motion forced you to refocus on him, your gaze landing on his erection. It was standing tall, flushed and hard with desire. Clear essence was leaking out of his tip, trailing down his shaft and past the veins that made itself known every time he was aroused, and dripped onto the sheets underneath him.

You bit down a moan when he bucked his hips again, his lewd action clouding your thoughts once more. It seemed as though he was fully aroused, with how pleasantly thick his length was at the moment. But you knew that was not the end of him. You had felt him grow even more when he was inside you, stretching you with his wide girth, before slowly dragging his cock out of you and slamming it back into you again. 

Eager to experience that fullness, you slipped two fingers into your heat, drawing a desperate groan from him as he watched you touch yourself in front of him. 

But your fingers were never enough. They would never be. They couldn't stretch you like he would, couldn't reach all the sensitive spots he would hit with terrifying accuracy. Even when your fingers brushed over your swollen clit every time you pushed and pulled them in and out of you, it could never compare to him pleasuring you as he fucked you senseless. 

“Release me, kitten.” He groaned, his red eyes darkening with every labored breath he took. He moved his hips along the same pace you had set with your fingers, thrusting up into nothing as he watched you. He wanted– needed– to pull you on top of him, needed to have you crying out his name as he bounced you up and down his cock.

“You know I can do better than those fingers of yours.” He tried pleading with you again while tugging at the restraints you bound him with earlier. It would be easy for him to break out of his cuffs– they are just normal, albeit high quality as Sylus preferred, cuffs afterall. But a bet was a bet. The loser would be cuffed and chained to the bed, and they cannot break out of it. That was what was agreed upon. 

…But there was nothing said about fighting dirty to get out of them.

“Please baby.” He begged, sincere desperation clinging onto his every word. “Have mercy on me.” 

If you were any less experienced, you would’ve fallen for it; his breathy mmhs, his half lidded red eyes staring at you with great hunger, his deliberate thrusts just to simulate the feeling of fucking you– you would’ve ceded control easily if this was anyone else. 

But this was Sylus. You knew if you listened, the consequences would be greater than you have ever experienced.

“And have you flip the script on me?” You ignored his wanton display and retorted. To hammer your point home, you stared back into his eyes in challenge, before speaking. “No.” 

Like a flip of a switch, the genuine lust reflected in his eyes took on a darker edge. All sincerity shown in his expression and pleas faded, replaced by an unfathomably malicious grin, his unquenchable, all consuming thirst for you finally revealing itself upon his face.

“Learnt my tricks and now using them against me, kitten?” Sylus tilted his head back as he spoke, staring down at you with rapt fascination. “How bold.” 

He leaned back into the soft pillows behind him, shifted himself into a more comfortable position and spread his legs further, as though beckoning you to return to him.

“Go on. I promise I won’t fight back… Much.”

You snorted, you had expected that from him. And with slight trepidation and much anticipation, you climbed on top of his once more, straddling his hips.

His eyes were fixated upon your connected parts as you slipped his leaking tip past your folds and into you, his cock throbbing at the sight of you taking his every inch until he was fully sheathed inside you.

He admired your bare form as you sat there, adjusting to his size. If he weren’t bound to this bed, he would’ve had one hand on your hips, while his other cupped your breast and caressed it. 

Sylus clicked his tongue in annoyance– not being allowed to touch you as much as he wanted to was more tortuous than he expected. 

It didn’t help that you were taking your time, slowly lifting your hips and forcing him to feel every languid drag of your soft walls against his cock before sheathing him within you once more. You eventually picked up the pace, setting yourself to the same rhythm you followed when touching yourself.

“Don’t you want me to move?” Sylus murmured when you stopped to catch your breath. “I could take over if you’re tired.”

Riding him like this was a new experience; usually he would be the one controlling how fast you’d be going, and he would sometimes steady your hips, setting you in place before thrusting up into you. With him so pliant, you weren’t used to him not moving at all– though you did hear him growl at your languid pace and the occasional clanging of chains when he instinctively moved his hands to grab you. It felt almost… foreign, to have him not buck his hips up while you rode him.

But wasn’t this what you wanted?

Pointedly ignoring that gnawing feeling that had pooled within you, you took a deep breath and steeled yourself before meeting his heated gaze.

“More like you want to move.” You retorted, panting lightly. While you weren’t being entirely truthful– you wanted him to move too after all, though you didn’t admit it– what you said was not a lie. 

“Beg, and I’ll consider.”

“Copying my tricks… What a sly kitten.” He huffed in amusement. And with a beat, he flicked his hand, and beckoned you closer when he caught your eye with the clinking of chains. 

You leaned forward, carefully keeping his cock within you as you adjusted yourself into a more comfortable position. You could hear his quiet grunts now that you were laying on top of him, your soft breasts rubbing against his muscled chest as you continued riding him again, albeit lighter and slower than before.

He sighed into your ear, his voice deep and seductive. “Only for you.” 

Before you had time to process his words, his mouth latched onto your earlobe, nibbling it while whispering, his hot breath tickling you. “Let me move baby.”

“Let me fuck you already.”

You moaned at his pleas, your heat clenching around his cock as you rode him with renewed desire. He lightly cursed at your sinful heat tightening around him, pushing him closer and closer to unbridled madness.

The mental barrier that existed between his logical mind and his insatiable lust for you broke the moment you felt him throb inside you, making you moan– “Sylus–” 

He responded with an equally needy groan. “Mmh– Fuck– Please. Haven’t you tortured me enough? Do you know how much I want to break these cuffs and fuck you senseless?” 

Oh you knew. You watched him clench his knuckles white while you rode him moments ago, his bottom lip bitten in frustration. He also felt tense against you, as though willing himself not to snap his hips up and rut into you like he was in heat. 

“C’mon sweetie. Please.” He panted as he pleaded with you, his half lidded gaze capturing your eyes before he spoke once more. 

“I need you.”

And how could you possibly say no to that?

“...Fine. But– Mmh–!”

As soon as you gave him your permission, Sylus immediately thrust his hips up, pushing his cock deep into you as you rode him. 

He captured your lips when your form jostled forward from the sheer force, the unspoken need conveyed, in one full thrust. He bent his legs up and angled his hips just so that he could pump his needy cock deeper into you while keeping you in a liplock. 

The kiss was bruising, intense in the emotions and desire conveyed. He dominated your mouth and devoured you whole after a fierce power struggle, with him winning only by a thread. If you hadn’t gotten distracted by his cock burying itself into your soft spot which caused you to moan in surprise, he wouldn’t have had the chance to take advantage of you.

Sylus sighed as you tangled your fingers with his hair, and groaned when you gently pulled him away from you. A thin silvery strand of saliva connected your lips, broken as you sat up and gazed down at him.

“Let me break these cuffs baby. I want to touch you.” He begged as you continued riding him at a steady pace, his cock throbbing at the sight of your breasts bouncing with every thrust he did. “Please.”

“...Promise you won’t retaliate?”

“I promise.” ‘For now’, was what went unsaid. He did not have the patience anymore; with you on top of him bare, riding him and clenching those sinfully tight walls around his hard cock, how could he hold back from fucking you senseless until you both were satisfied? 

Later, however, was another matter altogether.

With your permission, Sylus used his evol to dissolve the bindings around his wrists, his hands immediately grabbed your hips the moment the cuffs were completely gone. 

“You look so sexy being demanding…” He whispered as he forced you to be still as his hips snapped up into you, steadying you against the sheer strength of each and every thrust. The wet and lewd sound of skin slapping against skin punctuated his every move.  

“It makes me want to push you down and fuck you even harder.”

“Then– ahhn– What’s stopping you now?” 

“That would be me ‘flipping the script on you’, no?” He smirked, his smug expression more evident when he saw you scowl at him. In mock vengeance, you broke free of his grip, pulling yourself upward until only his tip was left inside you, and slammed yourself down his shaft, tightening your walls around the entirety of his hardened cock. 

Your little revenge renewed his ever growing lust for you, making him pump his cock into you with greater fervor than before. “Nnh– Sweetie–” 

“Sylus–” You gasped, his once steady pace no longer existing, replaced by only erratic and frantic thrusts into your heat. Yet, despite that, he still managed to bury himself deep within your soft spot, grazing it every time he snapped his hips up. A familiar sensation bloomed in your abdomen, rising and tightening with every erotic slap against your skin. “Ah– I’m– ahn–”

Sylus sat up and captured your lips once more, silencing all your wanton pleas and leaving only muffled moans reverberating throughout the room as you finally came undone on top of him, your body reaching that sweet release it had been looking for.

“Fuck–” He cursed as he felt you clench deliciously around him once more, his hips stuttering as your walls pulsing around him as you moaned. He quickly recovered however, fucking you as you fell apart on top of him, wanting you to milk him for all he had then.

“Let me come baby–” He whispered between bruising kisses, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust. “Please– I need to– Nnh–”

No longer trusting yourself to form words with your mouth– other than his name and the word ‘please’ of course– you nodded in assent, and let him kiss you once more.

“Thank you kitten.” As soon as those words ended, he wrapped your legs around his waist, cradling your waist as he adjusted himself to kneel on the bed. With better access, he assaulted your neck with his lips as he pumped himself within you over and over, letting your seductive cries spur him on further.

“Sylus–!” With one more moan of his name slipping past your lips, he buried his throbbing cock within you as deep as he could reach, and let your heat clamp down on him tight as he came, his essence filling you and staining your walls. He still continued to fuck you– albeit slower and lazier than before– as he rode out his high, wanting to make sure that all of his essence had been spilled out and in you.

Sylus nuzzled the crook of your neck, and basked in the afterglow. But he was interrupted by a kiss on top of his head.

“What do I have to do to have a repeat?” He heard you ask, which caused him to chuckle.

“Liked me begging for you that much hmm?” Sylus murmured as he planted kisses down your neck. “Win against me. But for tonight…” 

“We can go again, if you wish.”

[elssaphica]

u kno the fic is gonna be so bomb it make u sweat when it starts with “ i kinda hate this tbh”