#yesss remove the restraints

[tojirights]

Okay this is going to sound like really bad but I did read your rules and saw that dubcon/noncon could be allowed so

please begging for a dub/noncon (up to u which) crumbs where Alastor is tired of reader's stubbornness and thinks it's time to really let her know her place (al owns her soul) and okay thank u bye pwosjdjeidnsj *runs and hides under a rock in shame*

a/n: HAAA YESSS. no this is amazing 😍😍

tags: 18+ smut nsfw, NONCON‼️, alastor is a demon fr, forced penetration, dacryphilia, choking, slight throat fucking

"good morning, would you be a dear and run this to rosie for me?" alastor pops into your room unannounced, as usual. you're tired, he had you up all night on another shitty errand, and you just want to sleep a little longer. "alastor please, can't anyone else do it?" you sigh, irritation bubbling in your chest. he never lets you rest.

alastor raises an eyebrow. "no one else is available." his tone is harsh, and when you meet his eyes, they're darker than they were a moment before. "this is the part where you're supposed to submit, say 'yes sir' and get out of bed." he leans on his staff, glaring red eyes staring through you. "or did you forget?" your eyes widen when you realize what he's about to do. there's a flash of green, and you feel the clasp of that shitty metal collar around your neck.

your deal with alastor backfired, just as he intended it to, and he ended up not having to do a god damned thing in exchange for your soul.

with a sharp tug of his chain, you're forced to sit up. the pull around your neck makes you cough, and you glare back at him. but when you do, you're quickly filled with a certain level of primal fear. alastor was no joke when he was angry, eyes glowing red and those antlers growing from atop his head.

"you need to learn, my dear, that the word 'no' is not a part of your vocabulary anymore." alastor walks with slow, determined strides towards your bed before his knees hit your mattress. he tugs once more, pulling you up and onto your knees. "alastor don't..." your breath catches in your throat. his hand grips onto your jaw, squeezing you uncomfortably. tears prick in the corners of your eyes, and you let out a shaky sigh. "don't?" alastor repeats, laughing. "have you forgotten the fact that i own you?"

you reach for his wrist in an attempt to remove his hand but he's far stronger than you. "i-i'll go, i'm sorry." you hiccup, but alastor has already made up his mind. "mmh, i don't think so. i don't tolerate insubordination, darling." your heart hammers in your chest when alastor's fingers find his belt. "you’re going to learn one way or another." he growls, freeing his half-hard cock and tugging your restraint.

you clench your teeth, and try to look away but alastor's grasp is too tight. his thumb drags along the bottom of your lip before prying your jaw open. "listen and be my good girl, this won't be so bad." you shut your eyes, the only thing you can think to do to cope with alastor forcing the head of his cock between your lips. there's only a moment of hesitation, a sigh from the demon above you, before his cock is being slid further down your throat.

every groan from alastor earns another tear running down your cheek. his hands hold your face steady as he pumps his cock faster, fucking the back of your throat. "so pretty, darling. look at me." he grunts, pulling your eyes up to his. they're glassy with tears, and its almost enough to make alastor cum down your throat in that very instant.

his cock pulses and he's forced to pull out of your warm mouth in fear of releasing before getting to take your cunt too. he taps your cheek gently, watching you cough and recover your breath after having your airways restricted. "strip, then i want you ass up on the bed." your lip quivers, and your body refuses to move even after you tell it to. alastor sighs, shaking his head. "must i do everything?" his words are somehow gentle and harsh enough to pull a sob from your chest.

before you can stand, alastor reaches for the hem of your sleep shirt and tears it straight down the middle to expose your tits. on instinct, you try to cover yourself but alastor's shadow circles both your wrists and pins them to your side. "please alastor... i promise, i-i will do anything you ask. please just don't do this." you plead, but alastor just clicks his teeth with his tongue. "you should've thought about the consequences before this, my dear. i've found that making an example out of someone typically gives the best results."

he does release his shadows, freeing your wrists and watches carefully as you follow his previous instructions. you kick your shorts off with a muffled cry and turn to shove your face into the mattress. ass up, you prepare for whatever alastor has in mind. his fingers find your slit, delving into the wet heat between your thighs. the laugh he releases sends a chill down your spine. "wet as can be darling!" without giving you another moment to process, his cock is pushing thick and hard into your unprepared pussy.

your scream gets caught in your throat, heat coursing through your body in an overwhelming way. "n-no, too much alastor, please stop." you cry, muffled into the mattress as you try to scramble away from him but you feel alastor's shadow come back to pin your arms. you're trapped at this point, completely under alastor's control. there's no choice but to give in, your body going limp as alastor pumps his hips into you.

"good girl." he coos, raking his clawed hands down your back. angry red marks follow in its trail. "see how easy it is to just obey?" every inch of his cock pushes you to your limit. "such a good cunt..." he sighs, his hips stuttering before he pulls out and you feel each thick rope of cum hit your ass. you finally open your eyes, letting every emotion flow through them as alastor empties his balls all over you.

there's a moment of silence while alastor catches his breath. "now... will you be a dear and run this to rosie for me?" he reiterates, and your whole body tenses. is he not even giving you time to recover? to clean up? fuck...

"y-yes sir..."

[seradae]

You can read the previous chapters here or on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43928488?view_full_work=true

The Spire

Chapter 4: Dessert, First Course

The moment the hotel room door closed, Lou grabbed hold of a handrail and then grabbed onto Erica, pulling her into a deep kiss. They pushed her up against the door and grabbed another handhold to pin her there with their own body.

They kissed their way over to her ear and whispered, "I have never hungered for you the way I do now." They let go of the wall and ran their hands down her body to her ass and squeezed. "This is mine. Do you understand?"

She moaned as she felt her whole body tense slightly. "Yes, my Light. All of me is yours."

They grabbed hold of the dress and pulled it up and over her head, then threw it behind them. "That's right, my love." They reached behind her to undo her bra and removed it carefully before discarding it as well. No panties stood in their way.

Lou held her hips and kissed her deeply, pressing their body against hers, then lifted her into the air. She spread her legs and grabbed a handhold above them as they kissed their way up and down their thighs, leaving little bites as they did so.

They reached up with one hand to gently caress her belly and her breasts, and used the other to slide two fingers into her slowly, curling them upwards to apply pressure and then kept them perfectly still inside her. "Truly a beautiful presentation. A dessert fit for royalty..."

She whined and clenched around their fingers. "Thank you, my Light. Please fuck me!"

They continued to trail their hands all over her body, caressing and exploring her. "I'd like to pace myself and savor my food, if you don't mind," they teased.

Slowly, they began to move, the tips of their fingers rubbing her g-spot at first, then fucking in and out of her. Every movement deliberate and so painfully slow. "My fingers still know exactly where to go to drive you crazy, don't they my love?"

Erica bit her lip to suppress a whine, using the handhold to push against their fingers. "Yesss..."

They leaned in so close that she could feel their breath on her lips. They sped up a bit more, feeling her clench down greedily on their fingers. "I could just ... reach out with my tongue. Taste you. Eat what's Mine."

She tried to push herself towards their face, but they pulled back. "Someone has to learn patience," they taunted, halting the motion with their fingers.

She let out a desperate whine, then a sharp moan as they pulled out their fingers. They grabbed her leg with one hand and pulled themselves up to be face to face with her. "Open your mouth," they ordered and she complied immediately. They slid their fingers into her mouth and she wrapped her lips around them, sucking gently and moaning. "What do you think, my love? Should I dive in?"

They removed their fingers with a pop. "Oh my god. Please, my Light. Please!"

They moved back down and slid their fingers back into her. This time, there was no restraint; that would come later. With their other hand, they reached around her thigh to hold her tight, then pressed their face into her cunt.

They fucked her hard and fast with their fingers, stroking her g-spot roughly, and lapped at her clit. Erica couldn't stop the moans from pouring out of her, raw and gutteral. No words could reach her tongue, even as she wanted to ask permission to cum.

They could feel her muscles tensing and her thighs beginning to pull inward around them. They pulled away for a moment and in a low voice ordered, "cum for me, my love." They leaned in and sucked gently at her clit and sped up their ministrations, pushing her over the edge.

She let go of the handhold involuntarily as the orgasm ripped through her body, her back arching violently. They didn't stop or even slow, just lapped at her tender clit, causing waves of pleasure to rip through her over and over.

After they thought she had had enough, they slowed down and eventually stopped, just holding their fingers inside her and feeling the involuntary clenching and twitching. They floated together, drifting away from the door as they both desperately tried to catch their breath.

"Thank you, my Light," Erica slurred. "Oh god, I needed that."

"It's adorable that you think I'm done, love. I came prepared with surprises too."

[tsumtsumland]

“icy”| m.osamu x reader

genre: smut

warnings: ice play, orgasm denial, (slight daddy kink), mxf sex

It’s not easy to anger Osamu, no, that’s reserved especially for Atsumu to do, but after being with him for so long, you know when he’s upset...and right now he’s pissed. The veins on his forearms flex as he clenches the steering wheel, and you can’t help but rub your thighs together at the wetness already pooling there.

You’re not exactly sure what upset him, was it when Atsumu flirted with you? But he always did that. Or was it when he tucked that strand of hair behind your ear? Or maybe it was when he got close enough to brush his lips against the shell of your ear. Either way, Osamu was practically gritting his teeth in anger as he drove you both home. The entire ride was silent, and you knew better than to say anything else after a few failed attempts.

The moment you stepped into your house he had you caged against the door, his eyes dark with rage and arousal, “Who do you belong to?” You licked your lips, “You, daddy,” you answer, looking up at him. “Didn’t seem like ya knew from the way you were letting Atsumu get his way,” he snarled, big hands coming to snag you around the waist and throw you over his shoulder, making a beeline for your bedroom. He tossed you none to gently on the bed, and made quick work of removing your clothes and fastening the red harnesses attached to the bedposts to your wrists and ankles.

You gasped as cool air hit your exposed skin, sending a wave of goosebumps raising over your body. Your eyes followed Osamu as he walked closer to you, you wanted to say something but your voice was lost somewhere in the back of your throat. He dangled a piece of silky fabric over your chest and trailed it down between your breasts and down your stomach, stopping right before he got to your clenching heat. He smirked, “Impatient princess?” You gulped and nodded, biting at your bottom lip, making him chuckle lowly. He brought the silk wrap back up to your face and coaxed your head up so he could cover your eyes and tie it behind your head, effectively obscuring your vision. You felt his warmth leave from next to you, all of your other senses now heightened by having one taken away. “I’ll be back in a minute,” he murmured, and you heard him leave the room.

Your body shivered in anticipation, wondering what was coming next. You knew he was still upset from earlier so you weren’t sure what to expect. He shuffled back into the room, and you felt his familiar hands caress from your ankles, up your calves, dancing over your thighs and stopping right at your pussy lips. His fingers teased at your slit but made no move to do any more, drawing out a whine from you. The bed dipped under his weight as he climbed over you, straddling you, the rough fabric of his jeans contrasting with your soft skin.

A loud gasp comes from you when you feel the bite of coldness drip onto your left breast. “S-Samu!” you whimper when he drags the ice cube around your nipple, making the bud pebble instantly. He repeats the action with your right breast before trailing the cube down the valley of your breasts, and down the faint line in the middle of your stomach. He lets the ice cube sit for a moment in the indent of your bellybutton and you swear the action alone is enough to make you cum, it has your toes curling and your hands pulling against the restraints. The sensations are heightened from your lack of sight at the moment, and all you can focus on is the chill and wetness of the melting ice cube on your body.

He draws out a strangled moan from you when he slides the ice cube between your legs, and ghosts it over your wet slit, making it even more wet. One of his hands spreads you open, and the cool air in the room hits your wet, exposed, pussy, making you squirm in arousal. You mewl when he rubs the ice cube up and down your dripping cunt, before zeroing in on your clit, moving the cube in circles around the painfully hard bud. The motion has you bucking against him and his hand comes down on your thigh in a stinging hit to chastise you, “Be a good girl now,” he growls. You cry out as the combination of the hit, along with his hyper fixation on your clit has your eyes rolling back in your head.

Osamu slips two fingers into your soaking cunt with ease. He loves them slowly in and out of you, while drawing circles around your clit with the ice cube. You’re moaning and crying, and trying to grind down on his fingers, but your restraints make the task harder than it should be.

“Daddy please, more!” you whine, feeling the tears pooling in your eyes in frustration.

“Shhhh princess,” Osamu soothes. He gives you what you want by speeding up his fingerfucking, his wrist snapping back and forth at an incredibly fast pace.

“Yesss, daddy! More please!” the tears are leaking out of your eyes and soaking into the blindfold now.

Your body shudders with the incoming orgasm, and you’re begging for more, but the moment you feel yourself about to fall over the edge, he pulls away. You feel the horror wash over you at the realization that he wasn’t going to let you cum.

“You didn’t think I’d let you cut so easily after what happened earlier, did you?” Osamu chuckles darkly.

“Daddy! Please! I’m sorry!” you sob, the knot in your lower stomach is painfully tight now, and your soaked hole is clenching around nothing, begging for some friction to bring you to release. You trash around in the restraints out of desperation.

“Are you? Or did you like it when Atsumu was eyefucking you and flirtin’ with you, and when he practically had you cumming in your panties with that whisper in ya ear?” he growls, pressing the ice cube onto your clit so suddenly that your hips buck forward without warning.

“No! Daddy! Please! I only want you! No one else!” you babble out in between sobs, the sensation on your clit turning your brain into mush.

“Are you sure about that?” he skids the cube down to your quivering hole that clenches up again at the foreign feeling.

“YES!” you practically scream, yanking on the restraints, instinctively trying to pull your body away from the almost painful bite of the ice.

He removes the ice cube, and you hear him shuffling around, your body tenses up when you hear his belt buckle hit the floor. Your tongue peeks out to wet your dry lips when the mattress sinks with his weight again.

“You’re mine, I’m going to make sure you remember that tonight,” Osamu leans over and whispers in your ear.

You nod quickly in compliance, “Yes, yours, only yours,” you moan as he sinks his thick, fat, cock into your tight, quivering hole.

[secretaryunpaid]

I think I wanna Marry you (part 2)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,000 approx (what can I say, I love Love)

Warning: Lot’s of sex, it’s their wedding night !!!

~~~~~ The Grandhotel Pupp, Czech Republic ~~~~~

“Abiento, Sra. Dalton.” 

“Excuse you, I’m no Dalton ...”

“My apologies Sra., then perhaps I should presume you to be a guest of Sr. Samuel Dalton’s party.” 

“I’m Sra. Dalton’s aunt, but that wouldn’t be any of your business now would it?” 

“Sincere apologies. I didn’t wish to offend... Please, let me take care of your stay to make this up to you. I own the hotel, and just wanted to be hospitable to our esteemed guests.”

 After allowing him to do as he stated, taking his card as requested should she require anything further, Dahlia’s Aunt Marilyn finally met up with her older sister Patricia, explaining her delay... very much to Patricia’s disbelief. 

Marilyn continues... “Well, I wouldn’t mind a free stay in the hotel... He was so insistent, I wasn’t going to admit that I have a home here... Let’s take full advantage of the spa and other amenities... We can question our Dahlia a bit more about this billionaire boyfriend turned husband a bit later. It’s a good thing we talked to Riley isn’t it... Dahlia will be very surprised to see us...”

~~~~~ The Greeting, Take 2  ~~~~~

Having received word of their helicopter arrival, he makes his way quickly to the front desk to greet his most influential guest. “Anton Edison, welcome to my hotel Mr. &  Mrs. Dalton... I’d like to personally invite you to my Casino in Monaco as my private guests... Consider it my wedding gift to you, along with this stay being my compliments... (Both Sam and Dahlia look as if this is some sort of prank until he assures them otherwise, giving Sam his personal Exclusive Contact card.) ... No pressure, just please let me know, should you decide to take me up on my offer. Enjoy your stay!”

As introductions conclude, Anton returns to his private office, pondering if the couple will actually take them up on his generosity... He must have an answer prior to his and their departure from this hotel... An impromptu dinner or meeting will just have to occur... This opportunity will not pass him over... it is crucial that he succeed.

Anxious to start this “Dalton’s love story” he has planned, he practically drags his bride to the private paternoster... But he is respectful of Anton’s hospitality, only kissing her teasingly as the ascent to their room begins. The second wedding had Sam feeling that not only the ceremony deserved a do over.

Once in their room, Sam insists that Dahlia shower, telling her that he wants to make preparations for dinner before joining her... wanting it to be a surprise, and pleading with her through kisses to allow him his way this once.

Setting up his “surprise” with lightning speed, having pre-planned everything down to the last word. He joins her in the shower, totally distracting her mind to prevent any questions as to what he was up to. 

After getting properly dressed for this wondrous evening planned, Sam slips out to take his position just before she comes out adjusting her jewelry... looking up to find Sam looking like a lost Cupid ... which puts a deep smile on her face...

“First, I have the infused chocolates... to heighten our mood...”

“Next, I’ve poured the champagne... You know ... to get the tickles in your mouth before I taste those lips...” She closes her eyes, looking away from the playfulness. When she turns back, Sam is holding a rose between his teeth and a sign... resulting in her audible face palm... 

“More lovemaking? After we just completed that and got all dressed up? But we’ve got the whole stay... And I must tell you love, that although it feels brand new each time... (she whispers, hand against face) It’s no longer an unexpected surprise!”

“Ah, just teasing... but you’ll be asking for this sign again very shortly...”

“Sam, truly what’s going on?” He looks at the sign, rolling his eyes at the oversight...

“Oh shit, I am showing the wrong side... Let me try that once more... “

“Marry me woman !!!? Please... I can’t live without you...” 

“What happened to going down on one knee, Sam?” (Finally understanding what Sam has been trying to do all of this time...)

“Oh baby, I’ll do you one better and go down on you on both knees... Come here, and let me plead for you to marry me... Lick by lick!”

“I’ve still got it!” He teases her, reminding him of the first time he chose to propose... both agreeing that it truly wasn’t the best time... Her reminding him of how romantically unplanned the second proposal was, but truth be told, this is the one she would have ugly cried through before devouring him. “Love, you could never be ugly... no matter what you do.”

After giving it much thought, Sam sent a text to Anton, stating, “Monaco sounds fun, and my wife is anxious to take in the best that Monaco has to offer! Look forward to meeting with you again!”

~~~~~ Rewind to the Wedding Night  ~~~~~

Running a single finger down her sternum, lightly pinching her breasts, tracing her sides until his hands meet her hips, he whispers his plans for her tonight.

Tonight, he’ll be taking her as his wife, not a woman whose affections he has been chasing for support or desire. Tonight… the heights of pleasure he is planning to drag her through will be on a much higher level, knowing her instinctual resistance will only stimulate his drive even more.

He seductively teases her as hidden as possible as they sway through their first dance of the night. Yes, their coming together after their first joining to one another as husband and wife was ethereal and stitched him to her in a way he didn’t think possible again. But this marriage… before family and friends … permanently enclosed his heart with hers in his eyes.

She’d never looked more beautiful on any other day. He was blessed to lay eyes upon her. As he traced the outline of her lips, he imagined them encapsulating his length. Envisioning her teasing his scrotum… drawing shivers from him as her small fingers glide along his pubic hairs, reaching his hips… inducing the assisted gyration within her drooling mouth… increasing her hold with her perfect tongue pressure… inciting satisfied groans… 

“Babe, open your eyes… You’re groaning out loud,” she laughs… “Thinking about us, are you?”

His slow kiss gives all the response she needs. He releases her, twirling her around, capturing her back into his embrace … Her back pressed to his chest as he grinds into her the way he’d wished he could privately, but in a way that was respectful to onlookers… if there is such a thing… But, soon his restraint falters… He wants his wife to know his full desire.

Dragging her over to the microphone, he makes an announcement that he and his bride need a few private moments, “Please enjoy the Cristal, music and cake… We hope to return to the celebration, but don’t be too upset if we happened not to… Mom… Dad... twin duty? Thank you everyone…” All Dahlia can do is wave briefly before he lifts her, practically running with her as the crowd’s laughter quickly faded in the distance…

Unable to hold back any further, he finds a secluded corner, lowering her down to her feet… turning her against the wall, dropping to his knees and covering himself under her gown… tasting her already overflowing desire… her head pressing hard into the brick, uncaring of its grittiness.

His constant lapping of her center draws out an uncharacteristic lisp as she whispers her scream of his name. Needing her against him, he stands, hurriedly exposing his overpowering erection, burying it so excitedly into her that it causes her to seemingly climb the wall… both now burning with a need uncontrolled, insatiable, moving with a building friction that brings her love sounds repeatedly … now fueling his own sounds in answer…

“Sam, I need you covering me … Room! Now!” Reluctantly he withdraws, pulling her away from the wall… both now in an excited sprint … Their room is still much too far away to reach … Their growing need for satisfaction overcomes them, so they maintain connection through touch and short kisses.

Coming across cleaning staff, Sam brings them to a near missed stop at her side. “Excuse me Miss… Do you have a room available like, right now! Dahlia buries her face in his neck from sheer embarrassment as he pulls out his wallet. The staff takes notice of their attire and, without hesitation, opens the door out of which she just exited.

Quickly handing her what could easily been over five grand, he carries Dahlia in hurriedly, kicking the door closed, reaching up to put the additional lock on

Now desperately searching her dress for any means to remove it .. feeling way too impatient, he rips it down her back side… to her shock. “Sam !!! It had a zipper !!!” “Can’t wait,” he says as his tongue spirals along her bare skin… already moving out of his own clothes… When he spins her around, both are completely free of clothing…

He pulls her to the bed’s edge, kissing, groping… moaning … Switching positions, he now stands behind her, pushing her into a bend, entering her before he hardens even more … Her gripping of the sheets and muffled whimpers spur his rapid thrusts, her ass clapping against his frame … He grips her hips, ramming himself deep as her walls swallow him repeatedly ...

“Too? … Rough?,” is his broken question… Her throaty, “No… Harder !!,” sends an excitement through him. Before she realizes, she is flush against the mattress with him closing her legs inside of his … Now situated atop her ass, driving deeply, slapping her cheeks before laying against her backside … stroking roughly as she returns his thrust … his hands gripping her hair, marking his territory with such vessel shattering kisses, she claws his ass, spurring him even further still…

“Yes, ba-by… Yesss!,” she hisses. He continues this way until his need to see how she is enjoying him causes his withdrawal, her audible disappointment and turning to pull him back to her proving more than any vision of her clenched eyes could prove…

She all but snatches him back onto her. His rushed entry draws out the sound of pain… He stops, but she moves against him… “No, Sam … Don’t stop!” Driving even deeper still, his forceful movements back her up into the headboard, but she opens herself to him as wide as she could, separating her legs in a lifted grip… her own nails practically piercing her skin…

Sam grips the headboard, determined to send every ounce of his longing through her … Soon they both are screaming each other’s name... her orgasm cascading pleasurably over his slowing strokes… but he withdraws, both watching his seed flow against her mound … spreading it until nearly dried.

Leaning to her ear, Sam whispers, “I’m not ending this night this early … I won’t cum inside you until you beg me to …” Her desperate kiss, tongue pulling, and lip biting, provides her approval … “Let’s get to our room now. I have so many pleasures in store for you tonight, my love,” ending his confession in another sensual breathtaking kiss …

Chests heaving, he pulls her to the pile of clothes on the floor … Realizing now that there is no way she can put her dress back on, they both snicker over his previous over excitement, which is quickly escalating at the bounce of her breasts as she laughs.

“It’s okay… I’ll hold it in place somehow.”

“Here, put my suit coat over it.”

He peers out of the doors, seeing the cleaning staff giving a bashful smile… “Okay, let’s get out of here…” Pulling her yet again in another sprint, her dress catches, almost exposing her… Sam scoops her up, kissing her, steadfast in their rush to reach their room … Shaking her head and covering her lips in a slight grin, the woman enters to clean the room once again. Totally surprised at how disheveled the room had been left in such a short stay.

Now inside, heading towards the elevator, he sees a group of frustrated guests, implying that the elevator has kept them waiting. They give each other a defeated look, but soon Sam sees another cleaning cart… They both nod in agreement, and soon he is rounding the corner.

“Excuse me!... Excuse me!” The gentleman stops pushing the cart of soiled linen to address them… “Is there a private elevator or staff lift?” Noting Dahlia’s clothing dilemma and marriage attire, he leads them to the corner elevator. “It takes a key to operate, so I’ll have to escort you…” 

“FINE!!!” Both laugh, as the man shakes his head knowingly. Pulling her into the furthest corner of the elevator, Sam lowers her, taking a protective stand in front of his wife’s exposed frame. He removes his wallet, taking out another wad, handing it hurriedly to the staffer. Quickly standing to his side, speaking in a whisper, the gentleman clears his throat in understanding.

Sam steps back to Dahlia, with her immediately tugging his shoulder down to inquire of the words spoken to the man. Turning, Sam lowers his head to her ear saying that he told him to forget what he was about to hear. And with that, he was falling to his knees, kissing his way up her calves, knees, thighs… until he reached her… “OH !!!” … center... covered with her dress yet again. She fought for quiet,  failing miserably.

For each floor the elevator was forced to stop on, the staffer would wave the incoming staffer away, hurriedly pressing for the doors to close. Sam peers from under her dress, realizing he never told what floor, but the staffer said, “We’ll reach the honeymoon suite shortly Mr. Dalton. I mean, sir !!” With that, he's back under the layers of dress once again, Dahlia gasping in the best efforts at silenced pleasure as she could. Once the elevator chimes it’s final time, the staffer steps out to clear the hallway of possible guests to avoid further exposure… “All clear, but not for-” 

“Ooooh, Sam!!! Yessss !!”

Clearing his throat loudly, the bride and groom take the hint, Sam carrying her down the hallway hurriedly once again, Dahlia burying her head in his chest. Shaking his head with a smirk, the staffer enters the elevator, understanding their “rush” with familiarity. Planning out his use of the $10K amnesia payment… wondering how many more private elevator rides will be needed with a hearty laugh.

Finally inside their honeymoon suite, Dahlia leaps from Sam’s arms, now tearing his clothing free, lowering herself to his engulfed member, teasingly drawing his deep inhales, her hair now being ruffled into a knotted mess… holding him assisted as her strength allows against his pelvis, she works him desperately, hungrily pleasing him to no end… until he unloads … She allows him to watch her take every drop… 

“Perfection !!!” He pulls her into his lustful kiss, then holds her, forehead to forehead, hearts beating erratically. Neither satisfied, both expecting a totally sleepless night. 

“Mrs. Dalton…” 

“Yes, Mr. Dalton…”

“I’m going to eat you alive! But first…”

“Hmm?”

“Let’s hydrate !!!”

Both break into laughter, heading over to the chilled champagne, walking over with the bucket and glasses, lowering themselves into the jacuzzi. Sam guided her between his legs so that he could hold her tenderly, pouring their first drink of the night.

“Sam, I don’t think this really counts as hydration…”

“Then we’ll just have to keep drinking each other,” he says with hunger building in his eyes yet again. “You know this is your fault for putting me on hiatus until tonight?...”

She smiles into his lips … “I’m not complaining one bit, though…” Her lips now making a heated trail down his center, coupled with an enticing tongue flicker…

By checkout, there is a mess of wax and torn sheets strewn throughout, in the midst of empty bottles, lost lingerie, and a note with a generous tip left for the cleaning crew… The words written:

“Off to our honeymoon! Our deepest apologies for the … yeah !!! The Daltons … Please let us know if jacuzzi replacement costs are required.” … Sam’s signature on the back of his business card.

“Nope, consider this celebration’s damage on the house, lol” She didn’t think her tip last night could get any better, but after her shift, she’s off to shop for her new car. “Come again!,” she exclaims, laughing at the happenings that must have gone on in this room ...

[weiying-lanzhan-fics]

Lasso'd Like A Heifer by nana_banana

Love the story and the author notes. Yesss... LZ be thirsty and WY is his oblivious prey. Arghhh!! ☺️

Quotes:

In the Lan Sect, Wangji was held as the pinnacle of self-restraint, beating out his own brother if only because Xichen's obvious affections and indulgence with Wangji disqualified him.  Where Xichen freely smiled, Wangji threaded his own feelings with a veneer of impassivity that only Xichen could see through.

And he felt those threads slowly fraying within him each day spent in Wei Ying's presence.  His careful, proper mask splintered with every one of Wei Ying's critical strikes.  Relentlessly taunted by Wei Ying as he was, he felt close to slipping.  To throwing caution to the wind and Wei Ying against the closest flat surface.

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But that day, he had finally understood that one must win a duel to succeed in an engagement.

It was this thought that crossed his mind when he saw Wei Ying standing on the wall, lips turned up at the corners, looking like a welcome respite to Wangji's aching eyes.

I want to marry him, Wangji thought, not for the first time.

But this time was different.

This time, he could not ignore the aching in his chest, the desire pulsing in his heart and spreading through his body like an agonizing poison whose antidote rested on Wei Ying's acceptance of his hand.  His ribbon.

And Wangji made a decision then.  With all the certainty of a teenager in love, he drew his sword and said, “Wei Ying.”

Wei Ying spun around, yelping, and righted himself quickly as he caught sight of him.  He looked alarmed, and then delighted, and Wangji felt his very being throb with his love.  He was certain it was written across his face.  He could feel it burning in his ears and across the back of his neck.

T, 4800

Summary:

Wangji thought back to his childhood, hearing about upcoming engagements and dutifully turning away from the words because gossip was not allowed.  He remembered pairs of lovers coming out of the forest, their ribbons removed from their foreheads and attached to wrists before they went to meet with their parents.  Sometimes they were bruised and a little bloody, the exhausted, ragged state of them sharply juxtaposed by the strangely satisfied smiles on their faces.  Other times, they were not disheveled at all, with no smiles, walking a little apart, but with their ribbons still on each other's wrists.

And Wangji understood that one must win a duel to succeed in an engagement.

The AU where the Lan sect lasso their prospective partners with their forehead ribbons in order to propose marriage.

@floreswrites