#I want him naked oiled up and tied to my bed and whimpering moaning as I edge him

[arizona2004]

The Fight-part two

Azriel x Reader

Note: SMUT. This is just the smut that followed “The Fight”

Warnings: Smut, bondage, spanking, biting, hair pulling. (let me know if i missed any)

Word count: 1179

We stood there kissing for minutes or maybe hours. The taste of him is intoxicating. His lips are soft but roughly press into mine. He pushed me up against the kitchen sink and moaned into my mouth when I bit and tugged at his bottom lip.

“You’re walking a dangerous line, sweetheart,” he whispered in my ear as his lips traveled from mine to my jaw, below my ear, and down my neck.

I just smirked where he couldn’t see and moved my mouth to his neck, harshly biting down. He growled deep in his throat and pulled away from my mouth. A little bit of blood dripped down his neck, and I could taste some on my lips. I just smiled up at him, knowing I was about to get exactly what I wanted.

“You’re gonna regret that, sweetheart,” he said lowly, grabbing me by the wrist.

He tugged me toward the kitchen table behind him and pushed me down on it. I tried pushing up, but he placed one hand between my shoulder blades, keeping me down. When his right hand started sliding up my thigh, I remembered just how naked I was. There is nothing, but skin, underneath my thin silk robe.

As his hand continued sliding up, it brushed against the bottom of the robe and pushed it up to the base of my back. My ass was completely bare to Az now, and I bit my bottom lip in anticipation for what I knew came next.

A sharp slap rang, and I felt the burn against my right ass cheek immediately. A moaned loudly at the feeling and almost missed Azriel’s order, “count.”

“One,” I said. 

Slap, “two,” I moaned out again.

Slap, this one harder, “three.”

We continued like this for a few more minutes until finally, “Ten,” I whimpered. 

“Good girl,” Az said, rubbing my ass, soothing the burn. He stood directly behind me now and bent over, pushing his hips into mine, grinding. I could feel the bulge growing in his pants as he rubbed into my ass. Standing up a little straighter, he gripped my shoulders and tugged me harder against him, groaning.

As I pushed back against him, gaining friction, he lifted the robe from my hips and pushed it up and over my head. Straightening my arms, I pushed the rest of the silk down my arms as Azriel slid his hands between me and the table, cupping my breasts.

When he started rolling a nipple between his fingers and kissing my spine, I ground harder against him, seeking my release. But he pulled away from me, and as I groaned, said, “Not yet, love.”

Pulling me up by my hair, Azriel spun me around and kissed me roughly. He pushed me back toward the table and lifted me to sit on the edge. Tugging my hair back again, he started kissing down my neck, leaving marks in his wake. 

I began rubbing my clit, intending to get the release Azriel was trying to keep me from, but when I got close enough, he gripped my wrist and pulled it behind my back, smirking. As I struggled against him, he reached for my robe, and when I had the belt in his hands, pulled both of my hands in front of me and tied them together. When the silk was thoroughly holding my hands together, Azriel smirked down to me again and placed my bound hands behind his head.

Finally, I thought when I noticed his hands travel to his own pants and tug them down. As his cock sprung free, I licked my lips and stared. He’s hard and large, and I’ve gotten used to it over the years, but it has been a while since he stretched me. Rubbing the tip between my folds, I whimpered at the sensation. 

“Look at me,” Azriel groaned.

I looked up, and after we locked eyes, he thrust roughly into me. A sound between a moan and scream ripped from my throat as Azriel sunk his entire cock into me in one stroke. He paused, seated to the base, and waited for me to adjust to his size.

When I rested my head on his shoulder and motioned for him to continue, Az did not start slow. He started quickly and roughly pounding into, repeatedly hitting my spot. I gripped his shoulders and breathed heavily, seconds away from cumming, but he stopped and pulled out. I whimpered for the lost orgasm.

Azriel removed my hands from around his neck and lowered me to the ground. Completely naked before me, he tapped his cock against my lips, indicating for me to open. I quickly do and suck his cock into my mouth as far as it will go. He fists his hand in my hair, pushing deeper into my mouth, making me gag. I take him though, pushing until my nose hits his base. I can taste myself on him, the thought making me moan, and as soon as I moan, Azriel is pulling back, removing his cock from my mouth.

“Fuck…” he groans, lifting me up by my arms. I wrap my legs around his waist while he lines himself up with me again. Slowly this time, he slides into me. When he’s halfway seated, and I’m moaning into his neck, he lowers us to the ground and lifts my wrists above my head, holding them there. He starts rocking into me again, picking up the pace. 

I’m already moaning loudly and nearing my orgasm when Azriel’s thrusts get faster and sloppier. He grips my hips, pulling them up slightly to thrust at a deeper angle, and I grip his back, digging my nails in as I finally hit my climax.  

“Azriel,” I practically scream, raking my nails down his back while my warm juices squirt out of me. Azriel is still thrusting into me sloppily moments later when he meets his own climax and cums deep inside me. 

I’m a panting mess under Az, still gripping his back when he finally pulls out. He presses his forehead to mine again, a huge grin on his face as he says, “We should fight more often if this is how we’re gonna end up.”

I roll my eyes at him, press a kiss to his lips, and attempt to sit up but find it too difficult. Azriel chuckles as I whimper and lay back on the ground hopelessly but lifts me up a moment later and winnows us to our bathroom. He starts the water and adds some oils to the tub. 

Placing me in the warm water, Azriel left to retrieved a washcloth then, sat down behind me and cleaned the mess between my legs. When Az finished cleaning me, I turned around to give him the same care. Sitting in his lap, I washed his hair and wings before resting my head on his shoulder. When we finally left the bath, we just ended up a wet mess of limbs in bed, and we didn’t get up until morning.

#azriel x reader #smut #female reader #azriel #acotar imagine #a court of thorns and roses #kinkystuff

[knifewieldingenby]

Pairing: Geraskier

Summary: Jaskier is trying to work through a difficult part of a new song when Geralt demands his attention in the brattiest way possible. Jaskier makes him cockwarm him until he’s finished with the song.

cw: vampire Jaskier, cockwarming, blood drinking, coming from vamp bites, anal fingering, anal sex, Geralt bottom rights, dom/sub elements

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Jaskier hadn’t fed in a few days. It was no big deal; he could go at least a week before it started to bother him, but Geralt didn’t like him to go more than three days within something. He’d offered, of course he had, and Jaskier had turned him down as he frequently did. He didn’t like feeding from Geralt unless it was absolutely necessary, or, on some occasions, when they wanted to play around with his vampire anatomy. Regardless, he’s fairly content in his current state. Without feeding he can’t really engage too much in sexual activity but they’ve both been far too busy and tired to think about sex. Or so he thought.

“Are you done yet?” Geralt grumbled for the third time since they’d got back to their room. Jaskier was trying to work out a particularly tricky section of his newest tale, an ode to his magnificent white wolf who defeated a dangerous succubus with his ‘mighty sword’ if you will, but the rhyming was coming off far too childish and amateur for the bawdy nature of the song. He dusted the end of his quill against his face, looking to Geralt now with frustration.

“Must you continue to badger me so? In case you’ve forgotten, these songs bring in just as much coin as your witchering. I don’t bother you to hurry up on your hunts!”

“Yes you do,” Geralt smirked. It quickly disappeared as he sighed something deep and much more dramatic than he would ever admit to. “Can’t you just put it on a shelf for the night?”

“Not until I get this one section right.”

Geralt groaned and flopped onto the bed. And then he did something that took Jaskier completely by surprise - he started singing. It was less so singing as it was musical grumbling as he stumbled through the words of- oh fuck no, how dare he!

Jaskier set his quill down. “I know you’re not singing a song by Valdo fucking Marx, Geralt.”

His lover grinned and kept singing, louder this time. His baritone would have been lovely if it wasn’t poisoned by such a vile song, a song to which Geralt apparently knew every damn word. Jaskier tried to ignore him, he really did, going back to his work. He was set on ‘mighty silver’ but what the fuck would he rhyme that with? He couldn’t ignore his growing irritation with his lover, though, not when said lover had finished the song and looped right back around to the beginning.

“Geralt, I swear to fuck,” Jaskier snapped, fixing him with a glare. “Why are you acting like such a-“

“Such a what?” Geralt challenged.

And oh, but he was, and it was entirely intentional. Geralt was acting like a brat. Jaskier smiled slowly and finally, blissfully, Geralt stopped, head tilted sideways with curiosity.

“Is this how you’re going to behave, dearest?” Jaskier purred. He watched with delight as Geralt visibly swallowed and eyed him with equal parts caution and hope. Jaskier pushed his chair out, angling it slightly toward Geralt. He could still just barely reach his parchment. He snapped his fingers, causing Geralt to suck in a sharp breath. “Come. Now.”

Geralt was pushing off the bed immediately, coming to stand in front of Jaskier. Jaskier leaned back, hand resting on his thigh, and Geralt’s eyes tracked the movement. “Are you going to be good for me, or do I need to gag you?”

Geralt blinked a few times, startled by the turn of events, before he was able to speak.

“Gag me,” he said softly. Jaskier smirked, making a point to show his fangs, and pointed to the ground. Geralt went down immediately, placing his hands on Jaskier’s thighs. Jaskier made quick work of the ties on his pants and pulled his soft cock out. He loved the little flick of Geralt’s tongue over his lips at the sight of him. He placed a hand gently on the back of Geralt’s hair and guided him forward.

“Keep my cock nice and warm while I finish this verse and if you’re very good I’ll reward you, pet.”

Geralt didn’t waste a second, closing the distance to take Jaskier between his lips. He sucked in the head slowly, tongue darting out to flick at his slit. It was strange in a way; normally he’d be leaking precum but he was dry now, unable to get hard from the lack of feeding, but Geralt still moaned around him like he was the sweetest of desserts. Jaskier pet Geralt’s hair, taking one last look at the way his lover hallowed his cheeks around Jaskier’s soft cock, before he leaned over the desk and went back to work. Mighty silver wouldn’t do, as tempting as it was. He scribbled it out and moved on. Half his mind was preoccupied by the pressure around his cock, the wetness of Geralt’s mouth, the way his tongue danced along the places where he could usually feel Jaskier’s veins bulging. He sighed as Geralt pressed forward, cock just barely hitting his throat, nose pressed into the dense thatch of pubic hair, and stilled. He remained there, sucking gently, his gaze softening and tension releasing from his body.

Jaskier vaguely wondered how long Geralt had needed this, how he hadn’t noticed his lover craving him until he was forced to act like a brat to get what he needed. He tangled one hand in Geralt’s hair, rocking his hips forward slightly to fill him up better, and Geralt moaned around him.

“Good boy. Almost done, you think you can hold out a few more minutes?”

Geralt nodded sluggishly. His head felt heavy and he was barely aware that they were still in their room at the inn. All he knew was the weight in his tongue, the saltiness of Jaskier’s soft cock. He felt light-headed in the best way possible.

“All done,” Jaskier said a few minutes later. He pushed himself back and took a moment to enjoy the sight before him. Geralt somehow managed to look completely fucked out without having been fucked at all. His cheeks were a pretty shade of pink, yellow irises barely visible behind blown pupils, and his hips rocked slowly into nothing. His cock was straining against his pants.

Jaskier grabbed him firmly back the hair and pulled him off his cock, enjoying the little whine it produced. “Look at you, so ruined just from sucking my soft cock. Your lips look so pretty like this, swollen and pink for me. What do you want, pet?”

Geralt whimpered. His hands, resting so nicely on his thighs, twitched toward his straining cock. Still, he didn’t speak, too lost in his own headspace to form words. Jaskier took pity on him, nudging his cock gently with his foot.

“Do you want me to touch you, love?” Geralt nodded quickly. Jaskier stroked a hand down his cheek, reveling in the way Geralt leaned into the touch, before he slid his hand back into his hair and tugged to urge him to stand. Geralt went quickly.

“Get naked and lay on the bed for me, dearest. I’ll be right there.” He turned his back, half searching for the vial of oil he kept in his pack at all times and half listening to the sound of Geralt disrobing and climbing onto the bed. When he turned he sucked in a breath. His eyes roamed over the sight before him, his beautiful Witcher laid out bare against the pillows, cock hard and leaking against his stomach. He made his way to the bed, shucking his pants and undershirt as he went, and crawled over Geralt’s body until they were pressed together, skin hot to the touch.

“You were a naughty boy tonight,” Jaskier whispered as he leaned down to press his lips to Geralt’s jaw. He moved slowly, savoring the shiver that ran down Geralt’s body, the way his blood pulsed under his lips. “Do you think you’ve earned this, dear Witcher?” He licked over Geralt’s pulse point slowly, teasingly.

Geralt whined high in his throat and nodded again.

“That won’t do, love. I know your head is fuzzy right now but I need to hear you say it. Have you been good enough?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Mmm. Do you want me to bite you?”

“Please.”

Taking a brief step away from his lover’s desires, turning his attention to his own for just a second, Jaskier was surprised to find that he was shaking with the effort to hold himself back. He wanted so badly to taste Geralt’s blood, get hard and rut their cocks together until they came all over each other. He dragged his fangs over Geralt’s pulse point, filing every little whimper away for a rainy day, and bit.

Geralt’s body seized up instantly, crying out as he came between their bodies. Jaskier took it nice and slow as always, relishing the flow of blood passed his lips, drinking him in physically and well as sexually. His cock wasted no time filling out and sliding through the mess Geralt had made. He didn’t feed long, didn’t need to, and as he pulled away he licked at the wound to seal it with his venom. He pushed up on his elbows to get a good look at Geralt’s face. His eyes were closed tight, mouth gaping as he took in deep breaths. His cock was still hard between them.

Jaskier worked his way down Geralt’s body, playing with his sensitive nipples as he moved his face lower to lick at his spend. His cum tasted almost as good as his blood, and Jaskier moaned at each pass of his tongue. Only when Geralt was completely cleaned up did he move lower, hovering over his cock. He let his lips drag over the hard member once, twice, before he took the head in his mouth, bitter sweetness on his tongue. He quickly slicked up two fingers and brought them to Geralt’s cheeks, spreading him to brush them against his hole. Geralt shook at the sensation and tried to press down against his fingers. Nibbling ever so gently at the head of his cock, Jaskier smeared the oil around that tight ring of muscles and sank one finger in. Geralt moaned so pretty around the digit, hips rocking between the sensation on his cock and in his ass.

“M-more, please,” Geralt said, digging his fingers into the sheets. Jaskier slipped a second finger in and pumped them slowly, working his lover open. Geralt spread his legs and grabbed for Jaskier’s head, trying to get him to move on his cock. Instead Jaskier pulled off completely.

“Uh-uh, I still haven’t forgiven you for being bad earlier. Be good and lay still and I’ll give you what you need in time, do you understand?”

Geralt growled with frustration but nodded. “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes Sir.” Geralt’s voice cracked as Jaskier chose that moment to curl his fingers, brushing against his sweet spot. He settled his hands on the bed, gripping the sheets as Jaskier picked up his pace. He didn’t touch his cock this time, and Geralt tried to resist the urge to fuck his cock uselessly into the air. He threw his head back and moaned loudly as a third finger joined the others, slick and full. He looked perfect like this, hole stretched beautifully on three fingers like he was made to be filled. Jaskier fucked him slowly at first, only picking up when Geralt started to let out a soft litany of “ah’s” as his body rocked into the touch. Jaskier curled his fingers, stroking over that spot again and again until Geralt was shaking. He pulled his fingers out, both of them groaning at the loss, and slicked himself up quickly. He wasted no time lining up his cock, pressing the head against him teasingly.

“You’re going to be good for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes please Jaskier, I can’t - fuck!”

Jaskier sank all the way to the base in one motion, knowing Geralt could take him easily. He stilled for just a moment, until Geralt relaxed into the bed again, before he laid his body across Geralt’s, lips to his ear. He licked the shell of his ear as he started to move, hips pressing in and pulling out in a steady rhythm. Geralt wrapped his legs around Jaskier’s waist, and the change in angles had his cockhead pressing right against his prostate with each thrust. He cried out, digging his nails into Jaskier’s back just shy of breaking the skin, and Jaskier wished he would be able to see those marks tomorrow, wished they wouldn’t heal up overnight as they always did. He wanted nothing more than to mark and be marked by his lover.

Jaskier picked up his speed, spreading Geralt’s legs wider as he fucked into him hard, each thrust pulling a deep moan from Geralt’s lips. His cock was trapped between them, untouched, and Jaskier had no intention of paying attention to it. No, Geralt had been bad and he was going to come on Jaskier’s cock alone or not at all. He’d already gotten a freeby with the bite, it couldn’t be helped, but Jaskier could and would leave him begging. At least for a little while. At the end of the day he couldn’t deny Geralt his pleasure.

“Jask, I- oh fuck, I can’t -“

“Gonna come for me, pet? Come all over me just from a fat cock in your ass?”

Geralt practically screamed as Jaskier slammed into his sweet spot at a punishing pace, determined to make his lover spill between them. He didn’t have to wait long. A few more thrusts and Geralt’s body tensed, nails finally just barely breaking skin, and howled as he came. Jaskier moaned into his neck, tempted to bite again but not wanting to overstimulate Geralt with another orgasm so close to the last. His hips faltered, little whines leaving his lips, until he finally pushed in and froze, body shaking as he came. Spurt after spurt of his seed filled Geralt, who moaned weakly at the feeling, until Jaskier flopped over. His cock softened quickly and he moved, slipping out. He leaned back just to watch his seed drip from Geralt’s hole before he moved to grab a washcloth and clean them both up.

When he was finished he cuddled up next to Geralt, petting his hair and pressing soft kisses to his jaw, his cheeks, his lips, wherever he could reach.

“Fuck, that was…” Geralt trailed off, voice heavy and satisfied.

“Fucking amazing? Damn right it was. Next time just ask instead of acting like a brat, kay?”

Geralt smirked lazily. “Don’t act like you don’t love it.”

He couldn’t argue with that

#Geraskier #Geraskier fanfic #vampire Jaskier #bottom Geralt #my writing #nsft #long post #just to be safe cuz the read more is acting up

[mrs-march-ahs]

Hey beautiful!! If you have the time/ inspo could you pls do a full Kit fic based on that nipple clamp scenario you described?? It would be greatly appreciated but no pressure if you cant! Thanks and love you!!

Mr Walker’s Treat, Your Punishment

Yes queen, I’m sorry it’s been literally 6 years since you sent this request, I hope you love it. I chose to use clothes pins instead of nipple clamps, and decided against a daddy kink since y’all brought up a lot of good points. Mr Walker is it.

Summary- After losing a bet with Kit, his dark kinky side comes out and he punishes you with the one thing he’s dreamt of since the day he met you.

Words- 2k. I’ve been writing too many headcannons, need to stop being lazy and start writing longer fics for y’all😤

Another request that was a similar was- “Hi! I don’t really know how to work tumblr so if this is bad or something, sorry but can i get a smut about Kit Walker having a boob kink? I loved your Kai one with the mommy kink and all that but if you don’t wanna write it ofc you don’t have to. thanks <3″, I hope you’re here! I hope you enjoy! 

No cap this might be the hottest thing I’ve written, enjoy! 🥵

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“This isn’t like you, I kind of like it”, you giggle, as Kit ties your hands to the bed frame with the only two ties he has. He smiles down at you, straddling your stomach, fumbling with the ties before he finishes, and looks around the room.

“Hm?”, you ask.

“I need something to cover your eyes”, he says, before getting off the bed and looking at the pile of dirty clothes by the wall.

“Ooo, kinky”, you can’t help but giggle at how unusual it was for Kit to be this adventurous. Not only a few days ago did he propose a 69, but he also was willing to make it a game. Whoever came first lost, and the winner could do whatever they pleased with the loser. The second the proposal left your lips, a certain dominant twinkle sparkled in his eye and activated the horny young man he had inside of him. You pulled out all the tricks you had, but no matter how deep you took him in your mouth, and how much you choked on him trying to make him let go, nothing seemed to work. He was so focused on slurping you up and licking you raw that he barely realised your mouth was on him. All he had in his mind was the sight of you, tied up, and your kitchen timer set for him to do with you as he pleases.

You could’ve never expected what was to come, since Kit never showed a particular interest in anything kinky. But your body was ready to be at his mercy.

“How about these?”, Kit asks holding up a pair of dirty underwear to cover your eyes with. You scrunch up your nose in disgust and shake your head.

“Absolutely not, do you not have any more ties?”. Kit throws the pants back on the dirty pile and takes some sweatpants out of his drawer.

“How fancy do you think I am, doll?”

You chuckle at the way his accent proved his point, before looking up at him in awe when he returned to his position on your crotch. He shuffled around as he straddled you, before putting the legs of the sweatpants around your eyes, poking his tongue out slightly as he tries to tie a knot. After a minute of struggling, Kit becomes impatient and takes the makeshift knot off your face, and puts your face inside of the pants where his butt would go, making you both laugh at how unsexy your homemade blindfold is.

“Hey, it works”, Kit laughs before reaching over to the kitchen timer on your bedside table. He twists it to an hour and sets it down, then proceeds to get off you and leave the room. You wriggle around the bed as you hear Kit walk out.

“Is this what you wanted? To tie me up and leave me for an hour?”, you whine loudly so Kit can hear. He collects his desired (and prepared earlier) items before shouting back to you from the kitchen, “More whining like that and I’ll leave my naughty girl tied up for two”.

You become visibly aroused at the new dirty nickname and bite your lip at what Kit has in store for you. Just as your mind is about to wander to the filthy things you ache for, Kit comes back and puts, what sounds like quite a few, things on the bedstand.

He kneels at the end of the bed and crawls over to you slowly, admiring the sight of you bare chested and rubbing his body against yours. He presses his lips to your neck and kisses you slowly, the quiet sounds right against your ear making you open your mouth. Admittedly, not being able to see heightens the pleasure, and makes even the simple activity of being kissed down to your chest even more erotic than before. You’re both very touchy and affectionate to one another, so you quickly feel the effects of being tied to the bed, when you tug slightly against your restrains wanting to run your fingers through Kit’s hair as he softly sucks on your collarbone. Kit closes his eyes and breathes against your skin as he moves down to attach his lips to the sensitive skin around your nipple, teasing you before he gets to it. He uses his other hand to wrap around your other boob, not wanting to waste a minute of the hour he has with your girls. You rub your thighs together slightly, aroused from the feeling of Kit’s mouth inching closer to nipple, but Kit stops you when he presses down, putting his body weight on you, only propping himself up on his elbows to be face level with your naked chest. The extra restrain of not being able to move frustrates you; Kit’s chest pressed down on your still clothed crotch stops you from creating any friction.

Kit never makes it to your nipple, after kissing around it for the longest minute of your life, he grazes his lips against it, before sitting up slightly and reaching over to the bedstand. The teasing lack of contact makes you huff.

“Don’t be impatient, you lost, deal with the consequences”, Kit says, now completely sat up fumbling with something in his hands, squishing your lower torso, stopping you from moving.

“Yes, Mr Walker”, you mockingly say like a child. But the term of endearment shows you respect Kit’s new dominant authority, and he swallows it up.

“Mr Walka’s got you, just sit back and relax”. Kit flicks open a cap and drizzles some liquid on your chest, making you gasp. He shushes you softly, and puts his large hand on the edge of your boob, to ensure it doesn’t drip down to the mattress. He places the bottle down and runs his fingers around in the pool of cool oil and slides them around your tits, soaking in the sight of the trails he leaves glistening. He purposely still avoids your nipples, instead circling his fingers around them. Even when he finally places his hands on either breast, kneading them and rubbing in the oil into them, though distracted by the gorgeous sight, he doesn’t give attention to the one place you yearn for it most.  

“Please…”

“Please what?”. You open your eyes under the cover, not even realising when a whimpering please left your lips. Although you wanted Kit to do anything he wanted to you, your body was tingling and tired of being teased.

“Touch them, Mr Walker”

Kit smiles at your eagerness and how easy it is for him to dominate you and have you begging, and holds back from the urge to rip your clothes off now and pound you into oblivion, knowing that if he can have you begging already, there’s more to come. He cups your tits and rubs his thumb over your hard nipples. The slightest touch makes you bite your lip, feeling overwhelmed by how such simple affection can send a rush of arousal through your whole body, making you resist the need to arch your back.

Unexpectedly, Kit takes his hands off your chest and takes a few seconds to look at them, making you even needier than before. He flicks your right nipple with his finger, making you flinch at the feeling. The minimal pain it brings subsides quickly, but the lingering touch stays and is only reset when Kit does it again, and again, and again. He takes it in turns to flick each nipple, biting his lip hard at the sight of you flinching every single time. When he stops and puts his hands on his thighs, you relax your body, savouring the slight sting from the consistent flicking.

Kit puts his hands above your shoulders and leans down, not touching you but admiring how pink your nipples turn, satisfied knowing that they will be sensitive and ready for the next activity planned. Kit leans over to the night stand, and messes around with the multiple things he has, leaving you motionless and completely submissive to whatever else he wants to do to you.

Kit sits back up and clears his throat, making you nervous slightly. He cups one boob, and you feel a sudden harsh squeeze on your nipple, making you wince. He takes it off and puts it on further, the uncomfortable nipping turning into a constant pinching of your nipple. The sensation feels weirdly sexual, and leaves you holding back a moan at first, but letting it out when Kit puts a clothes peg on the other nipple, too. Though the sight of you being used is enough for Kit’s bulge to protrude through his white underwear, desperate for attention, Kit’s intention is only to tease you, not to hurt you.

“Is this okay?”, Kit says awkwardly. You can hear the quick slurp Kit has to do as whatever is filling his mouth almost escapes.

“It’s… amazing”, you breathe out.

“Who woulda thought you’d be so naughty, hm?”. You furrow your eyebrows at what he could possibly be eating right now, but quickly melt under the weight of his lewd description of you.

Kit steps off you and stands up, chuckling darkly at the helpless view of you trying not to wriggle from the intense feeling at your sensitive buds. He takes off his shirt and drops it by the bed, not being able to rip his eyes off you laying there, wondering what he’s doing and when he’ll be back and close to you again. He slides his underwear off as silently as he can, before stepping closer to the bed, his hand wandering to his crotch, stroking himself looking at you.

When he kneels back on the bed and flicks the clothes peg, you whimper out at the endurance needed to take the uncomfortable pinch for so long. Kit moans quietly at you whimpering, before quickly slapping away the clothes peg, letting them rip off your nipples and fly across the room. You hiss at the painful turnout, making Kit instantly soothe your pain with an ice cube he holds to your nipple. You cry out at the action, and Kit smiles, before latching his mouth to your other nipple, settling the pain he induced with his freezing cold mouth and lips, swirling his tongue around your pink nipple. Tears escape your eyes at the unexpected pleasure, and a shiver breaks through your body when the ice cube between Kit’s warm fingers begins to melt and run down your side, giving you goosebumps.

Your breaths become hitched as swaps his hands and mouth, softly suckling on you with his cold lips, humming at the way you moan when he suckles harder. Your thighs can barely stay still on the mattress, moving around hoping to feel something and release the pool of pressure you feel between them. But Mr Walker doesn’t accept that, immediately sliding his hand between your legs and squeezing your inner thigh, not letting them touch and not giving you any more release than necessary. You completely let go and quickly become a whimpering and moaning mess when his hands and mouth work wonders on your body, squeezing and licking everywhere but where you need it.

“Mr Walker”, you whimper out, not being able to handle the punishment any longer.

Kit rubs his fingers against your freezing nipple as the last of the ice melts away, and removes his mouth off you with a sucking pop. He slides the sweatpants off your face, revealing the tears filling your eyes and running down your cheek. Alarm bells ring in Kit’s mind and he leans down close to you and wipes your tears away.

“I’m so sorry doll, did I go to hard on you? You shoulda said something”

“No, Kit, I need more… please”

Kit smirks at you begging once again, but sits up cockily and looks down at you.

“Sorry darling, but this was your punishment, you lost, remember? Besides…”

Kit stops in his sentence and you furrow your eyebrow in question, before, as if on cue, the kitchen timer dings.

“Sorry doll, we’re outta time”

You whine in annoyance and look up at Kit, who stands up and twists the timer again. He sets it back down before walking towards the bedroom door to exit.

“Are you not even gonna untie me?”, you whine loudly. Kit stands in the door frame with his hand on the door handle, ready to leave.

“Why? So, you can touch yourself the second you’re free? I told ya darling, if you’re whiny and naughty, imma just leave you here”

You look up at Kit in disbelief before pulling at the secure ties on your hands.

“Have fun”, Kit says, before winking at you and leaving.

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[voltagesmutter]

Victor x MC - Accidental Stimulation.

Pairing: Victor x MC (F).

Fandom: Mr Love Queen’s Choice.

Prompt:  Accidental stimulation || Glory hole || Massage

Warning: Head-canon situations, massage, accidental stimulation, thigh riding, vaginal sex, dirtiness over facetime, mutual masterbation. 

Victor was currently away on a month long business trip, leaving him and his girlfriend separated for a whole 31 days. Whilst might not seem long, a week had been the longest the couple had been apart. 

FaceTime gone wrong.

“And I have the expenses reports here for you sir,” The young woman holding up some documents in her hand. Sitting at the glass desk of Victors home office, in the leather chair where he normally sat. 

“Dummy, we’ve been over this, don’t call me sir there’s no need,” The sigh clear as Victor rolled his eyes. They were a few hours apart, Victor a head as night settled into the background of where he was whilst the morning rose where she was. 

“Sorry, Victor. Anyway, the report I have is here-“ A ring interrupting her. “Oh my parcel!” She yelled standing up quickly, completely forgetting she’d only got half dressed for her meeting with him. The white shirt she wore rose up her stomach, exposing the red thong she wore giving him a full view of her bum. 

Victor couldn’t deny the way his pants felt tighter, two weeks apart into his month and this was the first time they’d been able to speak and see each other. A teasing accidental peak of the ripe flesh he loved nothing more than to sink his teeth into. Especially, first thing in the morning.

“Sorry, sorry my parcel came,” Slightly out of breath as she came running back, pushing a brown box off the screen.

“Dummy… did we forget something today?” He asked as she sat down. She looked at him a little confused before glancing down.

“Oh shit, my bra sorry I didn’t realise you could see,” Her face red as Victor had to grip the leather side of his chair.

“Pants… dummy, where are your pants,” His lips twitching into a light smirk at her flustered face.

“Oh-I! I just didn’t see the point... let me go put some shorts on,” Her standing up once more. Victor biting his lip to stifle his moan at the sight of her once.

“Sit back down,” Dominance radiating from his words, keeping in control without even being in the room.

She followed with a swallow.

“We’ll organise this meeting for another time, right now we have other important matters to deal with,” Unzipping his trousers, letting his half-hardened erection spring out. Her mouth watered at the sight, fingers quickly sliding up to undo her shirt and letting her naked breasts to be exposed. 

“I miss you so much, the bed’s so empty without you,” Her voice soft as she brought a hand to tease a nipple, tugging it in a pinch like Victor did. Neither of them were a stranger to getting dirty on calls, it was a regular part of their relationship when either one was away on business. 

“I can’t believe you answered the door like that,” Wrapping one hand around himself, letting his fingers ghost over himself. His eyes fixed on her. 

“Don’t worry, discreet packaging, no one was there,” She breathed out in a moan as repeated her action on her other breast.

“Oh?” He groaned softly, raising an eyebrow.

“Mm, wanna see what I ordered?” A tease in her voice capturing his full attention. Reaching forward she unboxed the parcel, pulling out a lipstick shaped item. A twist of the base and Victor watched with wide eyes as it vibrated in her palm. 

His breath grew rapid as he hunched over in his chair, giving her instructions on what he wanted her to do. His hand pumping over his cock in time to her running the vibrator down her slit. 

He made a mess out of her and she made a mess on his office chair.

Reunited thigh rides.

They reunited in his office at LFG. He had a vital meeting with the board that could not be missed. She waited in his office until finally her favourite sound filled her ears. A sharp ‘Goldman,’ and the sound of oxfords clicking along the marbled floor.

“I missed you so much,” Her hands cupping his cheeks, whispered between kisses as his tongue grazed over her lip.

“I missed you too but-“ His hands were roaming her waist as she straddled him in his chair. It creaked slightly from the weight of them both. “I have to prepare,”.

“But you’ve had all this time away to prepare!” She whined, fingers now entwined in his raven hair. Touch starved of her boyfriend and already drunk off a few kisses.

“This meeting was sprung on me last minute, I really need to focus,” Trying to pull himself away to focus on the documents lying on his desk. He knew already from her body language what she was after, what she wanted. And he wanted nothing more to give that to her. But even if he stopped time to satisfy her, the longer it meant until he got home and could indulge in her properly. “Here,” shifting her weight so she was straddling one of his muscular thighs.

“I-!” She blushed, knowing exactly what Victor was giving her the opportunity to do.

“I don’t have long so either wait patiently or be a good girl and ride my thigh, I promise I’ll spoil you later,” Hidden lust in his voice but clearly visible in his eyes. The way the purple in them glistened at his words. 

Grinding down as her head dropped against his shoulder, one of his arms circling around her waist to hold her close. The perfect balance of friction from her panties and suit trousers rubbing against her as she rocked on him. 

“Oh fuck,” Her breath quickening as she sped up, her hands clasping to his jacket. Victor groaning as he placed kisses to her neck, keeping focus on both her and his work as he free hand scribbled down partly readable notes. 

It didn’t take long until she was whimpering in his hold, one final grind down and push up off his leg sent her hurtling over the edge. Her panties sticking to her damp core as she came, pulsing over nothing but feeling more satisfied than when she’d used her vibrator. 

Let me spoil you later.

The suggestion of a home cooked dinner, a drawn bubble bath and a massage was a kind one, one that made her heart and throbbing muscles melt at. 

“Here, lie down,” Victor held out his hand to guide her, a towel placed upon the bed for her lie. With her hair tied up in a messy bun, no embarrassment as she walked bare in front of him, only a pair of cotton panties resting upon her skin. The trust between her and him was one of a tight bond, something they’d had to work hard towards but paying off tenfold. Taking his extended hand, the mattress dipped as she rested on her stomach, crossing her arms and laying her head on its side on top of them. Watching in the full length mirror she could see Victor rolling up the sleeves of his black shirt, undoing his tie and placing it nearby as he undid a few buttons of his collar, allowing a sneaking tease of his collarbones to be exposed. All she’d done was look at him and she was already breath-less. He stole her breath as she did his, both them purely infatuated with each other, something Victor never believed he would feel with anyone and yet here he was. Utterly smitten and greatly in love. 

A range of oils with different purposes rested beside him, his personal favourite the rose scented one which matched the essential oils he had poured into the bath, leaving a dewy glow with the scent of winter roses heavy upon her skin. Roses being a symbol of their love, a flower stemming with thorns before budding into beauty, just like their relationship. Rubbing together his overly large palms, cupping them to his face as he blew hot breaths on them in an attempt to heat them up before squirting the rose oil on to them.

“Relax,” His voice softened as he brought his hands down to her shoulders, slowly kneading her skin as she melted under his touch. The first brush of his hand upon her sent electric shocks across both of them, a month apart with vague conversations to haul them over. Craving for each other's touch, longing to wake up with them beside them, to feel their lover’s warm embrace as they share lazy morning kisses. Victor lost himself in her touch, smoothing the oil across her skin until a moan pulled him out of his trance. 

“Oh…” Her back arching as he ran his hands down the soft contours of her lower back, his palms squeezing her skin as he kneaded it. Soft whimpers continue to fall from her as his touch becomes more possessive, a guilty arousal stirring within him at becoming turned on during this helpful gesture. 

“Oh like that…” Followed by a breath-taking gasp, his hands gliding all the way up her back to reach her shoulders. The warm softness of his lips falling to her neck as she melts into his actions. Unspoken lust and desire between them. 

He worked back to her back before moving on to the thighs, watching the way her body would tense slightly before relaxing. Arousal pooling deep in the pit of her stomach as he worked up closer and closer until he was lingering just beneath her bum. Her moans grew louder and louder as she tried to hide them into the pillow beneath her, but each one sent blood down to Victor’s cock until he was standing fully and painfully erect in his trousers. 

He felt embarrassed to be so painfully aroused, until she turned her head over her shoulder, her natural coloured eyes lost amongst a pool of glossy lust. A needing-ful ‘Victor’ was whispered and both of them knew just how much they both needed each other. 

-

“Victor please,” Incoherent babbling fell from her, unsure what she was begging for at this point. The towel resting beneath her thighs was soaked through with her arousal, every time he pulled back to thrust in deep, more of the glossy liquid would drip down making a mess of her thighs and the towel. Taking her from behind, lying atop of her with a tilted angle of her hips, he eased his cock slowly into her, taking gentle to care to feel the stretch of her ease before rougher paces and desperate cries took over. Both lost in the heated touch and passion of one another, primal urges taking over. One hand wrapped around the curve of her waist, the weight of his body enough to keep in position as she took his cock deeper than ever before. His other hand intertwined a-top of hers as it gripped at the bed sheets below beside her face. His head thrusted against her cervix causing another wave of pleasure as she came for the second time. 

He cursed heavily, panting against the base of her neck as he tried his best to with-hold his climax but the tight squeeze of her walls, the whimpering moans and the month apart was proving to me too much. He spilled deep inside her when she moaned his name followed by, ‘I want you to come in me’, unable to stop himself as she whined heavenly at the heat flooding inside her. He rested against her, both heavily sweating as she turned her head to kiss him. His chest pushed against her back as they panted against each other before he pulled out, their thick mixture of spilled essence pooling out of her parted thighs as he rolled onto his back pulling her with him. Her eye’s fighting to stay open as she rested on his chest.

“I hope you think we’re not done,” A cheshire grin rose on his lips, hinting mischief at his lover, “We have a whole month to make up for,”.

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[witcherslittledove]

A prompt sent to my main by @reveniemus that I made DD with permission! This will be on AO3 probably tomorrow.

Have some Geralt/Jaskier/Valdo.

CW: Non Con (Poor Valdo), Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Inappropriate Use of Axii, blow jobs, anal sex, threesome - M/M/M, rough sex, humiliation.

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Jaskier smirked as he sipped at his wine, watching his dearest nemesis peacock from across the room. His witcher’s hand was on his thigh, a low growl in Geralt’s chest as they watched the man who had attempted to drag Jaskier’s name through the mud and ruin his reputation. It was only Jaskier’s high standing at Oxenfurt that had saved him from falling from grace, but the Academy’s hands were tied and Jaskier was not allowed to bite back at Marx.

That didn’t mean he couldn’t have his revenge, it would just have to be a more crude execution. Luckily, Jaskier had Geralt on his side, and the lovely witcher was rather smitten with him, so desperate to please him. Even if that meant going against that adorable moral code of his.

And thus, Valdo Marx was in more danger tonight than he could possibly realise. They weren’t going to hurt him, not physically at least. That would be too obvious, too hard to deny. No, Jaskier planned on scarring his rival in a more mental capacity. Valdo had nearly taken Jaskier’s entire career from him, his reason for existing, so Jaskier was going to take Valdo’s body. He just needed a little assistance from Geralt to… convince his dearest rival to agree.

“That him?” Geralt asked, voice low so only Jaskier could hear over the music.

Jaskier hummed in agreement, catching Geralt’s wandering hands in his own and bringing them up to his lips in a kiss.

“It’s too busy, too many people.”

Too many witnesses.

“Not to worry, dear heart,” Jaskier sang sweetly, and then slid from his seat and strutting over to the troubadour. “Marx, you overgrown peacock!” he called loudly, distracting the audience. “Why don’t you let some real talent play, darling?”

“If any arrives, I will,” Valdo shot back with a smirk that Jaskier couldn’t wait to wipe off his face.

Jaskier hissed, his fists clenching at his side, but he managed to bite his tongue before he could launch a full attack. “Your life surely must be a misery if you cannot see that I am clearly the superior bard, please, indulge me, dearest.”

Valdo scoffed but gestured to the shitty makeshift stage. “I need a drink anyway, try not to murder my eardrums.”

Excellent, the plan was coming together. Valdo would head over to the bar and Geralt would be able to lure him upstairs with a quick flash of Axii whilst Jaskier was entertaining the crowds. The audience was quickly captivated by Jaskier’s performance as he danced and twirled around the room, ignoring the stage as he flirted with the most beautiful people, fleecing them of their coin. His eyes tracked Geralt as he led a rather docile Valdo Marx away from the bar and upstairs, then after just a couple more songs, Jaskier announced that he was done and thanked them for their time.

He had other business to attend to.

By the time Jaskier had reached their room, Valdo was stripped naked, his clothes crumpled and wrinkled on the floor. His silvery grey eyes were blank and unseeing as Geralt watched him from where he was leaning on the wall. The witcher gestured to the helpless bard on the bed as if to say ‘all yours.’

Jaskier winked, his tongue flicking out to lick his lips as he approached the bed, his cock already filling out, his head dizzy with power. “Oh Valdo, look at you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so quiet.”

“Hmm.”

Grabbing a fistful of Valdo’s dark brown hair, Jaskier pulled his rival’s head back, admiring the lack of fight from the normally bratty bard. “Can you snap him out of it whenever?”

Geralt nodded.

“Brilliant, wait until he’s choking on my cock, then we’ll see what he has to say,” Jaskier winked. “Care to open him up for me, love? Don’t be too careful, we want him to feel it.”

The witcher rolled his eyes but dutifully joined Valdo on the bed, slicking his fingers in oil before pushing two of them into the bard's hole. Even in his drugged out state, Valdo whimpered, tears springing to his eyes. Jaskier noted with delight that his dear rival was hard, and if they wanted to, it would be so easy to pretend the little whore was with them willingly, but Jaskier had no such wishes. He wanted this just as it was, the knowledge that they were taking this without permission burning through his veins.

He wondered why he’d never thought to do this before. He could have fucked Valdo a hundred times over when they were students at Oxenfurt, the bastard slept like the dead, he probably wouldn’t have even woken up.

Gods, he was messed up.

But Geralt was right here with him. The monster slayer helping a monster… how quaint.

Every sound and helpless whimper that fell from Valdo’s lips only heightened Jaskier’s arousal, until he found himself palming against his cock in a bid for release. Geralt’s own erection was evident in his sinfully tight leather trousers, his eyes blown wide as he caught Jaskier’s gaze. He looked magnificent, his fingers deep inside Jaskier’s rival, silver hair falling in front of his face, his eyes almost as black as the night.

Jaskier moaned, tearing at his own doublet and trousers. He left his shirt on, too desperate to bother with it as his breeches and smallclothes fell around his ankles. He was almost tempted to jerk himself off, cumming all over Valdo’s face and hair. The other bard loved to look as perfect as possible so the image of him covered in Jaskier’s spend was almost too much.

He bit back a moan, stroking his cock lazily as he winked at Geralt. “Ready, love?”

Geralt groaned, his eyes trailing down Jaskier’s body, hungry and wanting. “Yes,” he grunted.

This time, Jaskier couldn’t contain his moan as he pressed his cock into Valdo’s mouth, gripping his shoulders as he tried to steady himself. His breath hitched as Valdo’s jaw went slack and there was very little resistance as Jaskier’s cock was enveloped by the slick heat of his rival’s throat. Gods, the bastard would struggle to sing tomorrow if Jaskier did this right, and under the sign of Axii it seemed as though Valdo had lost his gag reflex, taking Jaskier deep into his mouth until Jaskier was fully sheathed.

He almost came from the sight alone.

It was heaven sent.

“Now,” he hissed at his witcher.

Geralt’s fingers moved quickly, one hand gripped on Valdo’s hips to keep him still and pressed against his clothed erection. Silver eyes brightened with recognition and Valdo choked beautifully around Jaskier’s cock, but before he could protest, Geralt had pulled his own trousers down, fucking into the bard with one sharp thrust.

Any cries that would have escaped were muffled by Jaskier’s cock, but that didn’t stop Valdo moaning helplessly or clawing at the sheets beneath his fingers. His eyes were wide and pleading, tears catching in his long eyelashes. The poor bastard could do nothing as Geralt fucked into him, pushing his mouth further onto Jaskier and every moan, cry and pitiful whimper sent shivers of pleasure down his spine. It was electric, sparks of lightning flying through his body like magic.

The best part was the dribble of pre-cum leaking onto the sheets beneath Valdo. Despite his protests, Valdo’s body was reacting perfectly, and Jaskier knew exactly how to dig the knife into his rival’s soul.

“Such a pretty little bitch,” Jaskier cooed, “taking our cocks like this. Gods, Valdo you’re already leaking. I bet you were just desperate to be fucked, you wouldn’t have said no even if we’d given you the chance, would you?”

Valdo couldn’t reply, but Jaskier could see he was trying to shake his head.

“Now, now, darling. You can’t lie. I can see your arousal, and I have no doubt that my dear witcher can smell it on you. You’re going to cum on our cocks, aren’t you darling?”

There was another muffled cry, but Jaskier just pulled at Valdo’s hair, fucking into his mouth with little care. It felt sinful, wet and warm around him, a hole for Jaskier to use no different from his arse was to Geralt. The noises coming from the room were obscene, no better than a whore house, as both bard and witcher chased their pleasure from the less than willing body beneath their hands. Geralt grunted, his eyes squeezed tight as his head dropped forward. Strong muscles bulged as they held Valdo in place, his scarred skin covered in a sheen of sweat.

He looked like a gift from the gods, everything that Jaskier ever desired.

“Fuck,” he groaned, as Geralt’s thrusts grew erratic and Jaskier felt his own carefully crafted control start to crack.

But it was Valdo spilling onto the sheets, moaning around his cock, that sent Jaskier over the edge, and Geralt followed soon after. Once they managed to catch their breaths, Geralt and Jaskier tidied themselves up.

“Well this was a delight, Marx, truly a pleasure,” he winked at Geralt. “But my witcher and I must leave you now. No hard feelings, dearest.”

And then they left, leaving Valdo covered in cum and sweat, sobbing into the filthy sheets in some forgotten inn at the edges of civilization.

#the witcher #dead dove do not eat #jaskier/valdo #geraskier #valskier #geralt/Jaskier/valdo

[thorinthehottotty]

Seven Kingdoms - Thorin

Based on an idea that @kibleedibleedoo sent me and has been very wonderful and patient about me writing this! Its really a wonderful idea, thank you so much for sending me it! I took some liberties with it, I hope you don't mind.

Your so good at writing im so jealous and i was hoping if i give you a premis you might be able to write a oneshot? Dont feel pressure to do so though i just felt like i needed to get this idea off my chest. So i had the idea of a courting ritual including 7 steps (representing the 7 kingdoms or something) the first is a hand made courting bead, the next 5 are sentimental gifts, and the last step is to wash each others hair (1 parent each as witnesses) and do a 2 strand braid (to represent your union) clasped with a bead the individuals parents' would have made upon their birth with their name and such. In my head Thorins one is not a dwarf so does not have a bead so all of the company are scrambling to help you craft a personal one as soon as the hear of your impending union and who will be your stand in father? It cant be anyone related to thorin as thats a confliction of interest, maybe bofur? I dunno Sorry this has been so long

The bickering and the fighting was giving you an enormous headache. The dwarves were all so near and dear to you that it made this part of the process so hard. With a deep breath, you stand and move toward the balcony, your favorite spot in all of Erebor.

Although it always made you glance out at the place where so many fell during the battle of the five armies, you found an odd peace din staring out at the now snow covered valley. Even now, big fat flakes were falling slowly to the ground in a way that calmed you.

A heavy weight drifted around your shoulders, you glance over to see Bofur smiling warmly at you as he draped a coat about you. "What's this?" He murmurs. "My future queen wandering outdoors without a coat?" You beam back at him with chilled cheeks.

"Sorry, all of the bickering is getting on my nerves. Thank you for the coat, Bo." The dwarf beams at you and matches you posture, leaning against the cold stone to gaze out at the land below.

"They all mean well, lass."

"Oh, I know that," you sigh. "I really appreciate all of you supporting Thorin and I. It's just a lot, you know?" This seemed to mimick the conversation you tended to have on repeat with your future husband. The entire union seemed to be on stand still for one issue Thorin hadn't mentioned. It was hard enough to get him to explain the rules of courting and you ended up having to go ask Balin.

Lo and behold, there were seven steps to courting to represent the seven dwarven kingdoms. The braiding was the first and most obvious step. Something you'd learned and tripped over accepting his blunt asking. Literally. In your defense, all of the docks in Laketown seemed as though they were forever made of ice. But you were very eager to accept.

One thing that you were not expecting, was the fact that dwarves apparently did not have proposals. So when you asked Balin about it, he happen to tell you that you were only one gift away from nearly being married! Each sentimental gift that Thorin took his time to make you himself (and the ones you'd given him without realizing the connotations) was the deepening of your relationship.

His first gift, while he was in his dragon sickness, was one of his mother's necklaces. Something delicate and beautiful. It was eligant. He ahad to wait for you to give him something in return. With each gift he gave you, you scrambled to find something in return, only to discover after that you were very forward in your relationship.

The last step was the only one left to be accomplished now, just one short month after the battle. It had much of the company stumped.

After this, your union to the king would be complete. You would be technically married until your wedding ceremony that he wasn't keen on waiting for his sister to arrive with the rest of his people from the Ered Luin. The dwarf king didn't want to wait. He claimed he'd waited long enough for you, but the logistics of tradition were a bit harsh.

To complete the union, you would have to wash your hair with at least one parent for each of you present. His mother was long gone and his father was still missing, easy enough, Balin would take over. Your parents? Currently in your home dimension with no idea where you were or what you were doing. Kind of hard to do. On top of all of this, in your fiancé's culture, your parents would have made a bead with your name and the family crest so you can give it to Thorin. The company had been tearing their hair out for weeks trying to decide. They still were.

It couldn't be either of his nephews. Not Balin or Dwalin. They were too closely related and it would be a conflict of interest. So that still left quite a few.

"You're handling it all with more fire than the forges," Bofur muses. "Thorin is lucky to have such a determined woman by his side."

"Daw, thanks," you reply, leaning into nudge his side with your hip. "I'd do anything to be with him. Even if it means suffering through you all fighting over me." Bofur chuckles.

"You're so sick of us you've fled into the icy tundra just to escape!" He cries dramatically. He knew how much you dreaded the cold. But he didn't know just how lovely it was for you to crawl into Thorin's bed after standing in the chilly air.

You smile at your friend. "Bo, will you be my surrogate father?" You finally ask. Shock takes his face, then pride.

"It would be my honor and my pleasure, Y/N." You launch forward to hug your dear friend.

...

You lean back into the inviting lips on your neck, shivering under the sensual kisses. "You gotta stop," you plead. You hear the acknowledging rumble Thorin gives but he doesn't stop from delivering hot kisses to the over-sensitive skin of your neck.

You could feel the quickening of your own breath as his arms tightened around you, holding you captive. You should have known he was planning an attack on you when he invited you over to double check his work. His work was always flawless. Now his eager and heady touches were making you all too aware of the tenting of his trousers.

"We can't," you manage to whimper as he begins to pull the ties of your dress loose. His mouth ascends slowly to your ear as your body molds to his.

"I've waited far too long to have you as is." His voice brushing over your ear like black velvet has you pushing your hips into his eagerly. He groans and nips your ear as a reward for your crumbling reserve. Somehow, these secretive scuffles were so addictive and with the approaching dates, you felt helpless to his advances.

He turns you about and pushes you by your hips to slide onto the desk behind you. "Tomorrow evening we'll be united in marriage," you try to argue weakly as he drags the shoulder of your dress down.

Those blue eyes twinkle wickedly and he leans in to go back to attacking your shoulder with his mouth. Damn him. You feel the tugging of your skirts. He's pulling them up your legs enough to settle his hips against yours.

With his mouth on your shoulder, lapping at skin, one of his hands drags up your thigh. He's drawing shapes with his fingertips and it's so distracting you don't wonder about his other hand until it's squeezing a breast and your moaning.

"You bastard," you manage to call. You feel his teeth on you as he chuckles. He doesn't have time to respond because the door is thrown open and you both whip around.

"Unhand my daughter!" Bofur calls, his brother and cousin storming in behind him eagerly. Thorin is pulling your skirts down as your desperately trying to pull your top together.

You'd long since regretted asking Bofur to be your father. He was taking the role much more seriously than you expect. He always ensured you two weren't alone for too long.

"Bofur! You're not actually my dad!" You hiss as he pulls you from the desk. Thorin glowers, unhappy.

"You are still required to knock at the king's chambers," he rumbles.

"Tomorrow, I won't have to. Now come along. Your curfew is up." You snag a kiss from the king who glowers as your dragged away.

Tomorrow.

...

The moment you both met in the baths, the world stilled. All anxiety flooded from you as you make your way to your fiancé. He smiled warmly at you, already half naked. Bofur leads you to the king, beaming brightly, dressed in only your slip. It wasn't uncommon for you both to be naked during the ceremony, but given your background, the dwarves agreed this wouldn't be a necessity.

Dwalin's eyes look a bit glassy as Thorin leads you toward a large pool, the both of you sinking into easily. This whole thing felt so relaxing, with the candles and the oils set about, it was personal and cozy.

Thorin washed braided your hair first, murmuring vows softly in Khuzdul.

He guided you to sink into the water. You never imagined his big hands could be so gentle, but it was so soothing you felt as if you could drift to sleep as he carefully washed your hair. Then he began to rub a sweet smelling oil into your hair. The final braid, a two strand braid for the representation of the union.

You pressed against and held each other as the silence of your friends, the ones only their to bear witness, had you forgetting the two dwarves standing in the steam.

When you felt the beads fall against you, Thorin leaned down to kiss you firmly, nuzzling you in the process. "Amrâlimê," he murmurs.

And you reach for him as he sinks toward the water, allowing you to wash and braid his hair. You did everything slowly, from the soft words that you were careful to pronounce (Bofur insisted they teach you) to the delicate brushing of his hair.

The only sounds were your echoing voice and the gentle splashing of water. Finally, you clasp the gold beads made for you by the company into his hair. He pauses to admire your name etched into them, scales carved beneath them in representation of the journey you were discovered on. Thorin smiles when you press forward and kiss his lips. "My husband," you promise.

"My wife," he replies. And he pulls you with a squeal and a splash into the hot bath water and his lap, kissing you eagerly.

"I think that's our cue to leave."

"Aye. Absolutely."

You barely noticed them leave as the two of you pressed closer. You could feel how sacred the union was. This felt so incredibly right that you couldn't think of anything but kissing your new husband.

"So do you think you can wait for your sister to-" cue the splashing water of the King dragging your slip off and tossing it into the water far away. It hits with a slap.

"Come here, yasîth."

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[fics-not-tragedies]

A lesson to teach me: Part Three

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It’s been like em... three months since I updated this lil’ fic, but I’m doing it now, so please don’t be that angry at me!

SUMMARY: Professor Keanu takes you home and arranges a lovely massage for you, so it would make you feel more relaxed. Words: 3182; Warnings: smut;

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The lights were dimmed, only the small, antique lamp on the bedside table was fully lit, dipping it into a golden glow and you let your eyes wander, then closed them, relaxed for merely a few seconds before you heard him return, propping yourself up onto your elbows to see him, humming appreciatively at the view he offered.

He took off his shirt already, losing it somewhere along his way, headed over to the window to open it, to allow the fresh midnight breeze to cool down the sticky interior of the apartment. His hair was fluffy for the most part, but had decreased slightly in volume due to the humidity. His chest was shiny with sweat and the only item of clothing remaining on his body was a pair of dark blue sweatpants, hanging loosely from his hips.

His dress shoes were scattered in the hallway and it seems like he was undressing himself in a hurry in the minute you two got into his place. Before both of you did so you insisted on stopping by your place, so you can at least grab a change of clothes, yet sneakily you also changed your underwear for something more sexy.

Not even ten minutes had passed since you finished the dinner you insisted to cook, you decided to challenge yourself for him and make a steak, still partially covered in cocoa dust. He let you roam in his kitchen, but he was close to you in every movement you made, his hot lips licking off what was left of the sweet chocolate taste on the skin of your neck.

To your surprise it came out quite nice, since Keanu ran his fingers along the inside of the plate to gather the sauce, then licked his fingers clean, the noises he made almost pornographic and by the time he tried the simple, but rather sweet and creamy chocolate pudding, which was a rather fitting addition you could tell that there was something else on his mind, an idea forming and your suspicions were only confirmed when he told you he’d do the dishes later, instructed you to take a quick shower, to get rid of the cocoa and then to lie down on the bed and leave the rest up to him, to not question him because you’d get all of the answers soon enough.

And now there he was, his eyes twinkling with mischief, excitement and he shook the matte white bottle in his hand, nodding towards you, “Would you strip for me, little girl?”

You licked your lips, sitting up slowly, without needing any telling twice, you pulled your thin, oversized shirt over your head, peeling it from your sticky shoulders, leaving you in nothing but a pair of silky panties that were tied up on both sides, bows on your hips, looking up at him expectantly.

He chuckled, licking his lips at the sight, as he watched carefully, took in your every movement, his eyes scanning your naked body, the curve of your breasts, the glow of your skin, “My beautiful girl…” he drawled, humming, coming closer to you.

His voice was like velvet and you couldn’t resist him, your eyes widening when you identified the bottle in his hands, watched him give it another shake before he popped open the lid, then squirted some of the massage oil into his palm, placing it down on the side and rubbing it between his hands. Even before he reached you, you breathed in the soothing blend of orange and honey.

“Would you turn around for me, little girl?” he asked softly, his lips twitching into a smile, “The massage is about to commence.”

Once again, you didn’t question him, giggling, didn’t know what had gotten into him and turn into this wild and naughty creature every time he was around you, but you weren’t complaining. The look in his eyes indicated that there was no stopping him. You turned onto your front obediently, inhaling shakily when you felt him lower himself onto the bed, the mattress shifting slightly under his weight as he situated himself with his knees on either side of your thighs and the moment his large hands sprawled out across your lower back, you sank properly into the mattress, crossing your arms beneath the pillow and laying your head on top of it comfortably.

Keanu slowly dragged his hands up your back with just the right amount of pressure, his fingers pressing against your sides, his thumbs digging into your lower back, his hands stopping just below your breasts, then slowly moving upwards, cupping his hands momentarily over your shoulders and starting to knead them, the massage oil blurring with the unique scent of him, his spicy cologne as he smoothed out the knots in your shoulders, rubbing the silky oil into your skin, gradually adding more and more pressure and a low moan escaped you, your breath escaping your lips shakily.

He hummed with satisfaction, your vocal response all the encouragement he needed to press his thumbs down between your shoulder blades and your body shook under the pressure when you felt the slow ease of tension in your back.

“F-Fuck” you breathed. With each movement of his fingers, he had you relaxing further, drew the knots of tension from your body, left you shaking.

“Tell me if I’m going to hard…” he said, the sentiment gentle, concerned, but there was an edge to his voice that you knew he intended to weaken you with.

“F-Feels just right, baby” you mumbled, your eyes shut, leaving you sensitive to the smells as well as the touches he provided, intensified them, and you knew he was going to overwhelm you because he only just started, “Thank you…”

He hummed, sitting up and the shift, the sound of the bottle popping had you sure he was getting more oil and you shivered at the sudden impact on your back when he squirted it straight down your skin from the bottle, before he was right there again, massaging it into your back and you shifted slightly to get his hands right where a tight knot of tension remained, eager for him to tend to it, to touch you just right.

He noticed instantly, pressed his thumb down right in the centre of your back, rolled it into your skin over and over again, more and more pressure until he nudged down hard and you let out a strangled moan, your body shaking.

Keanu giggled breathy, “Got you moaning for me and I’m not even touching you the way you should be touched, little girl…” he mumbled and you whimpered when he started working the oil into your skin at the middle of your back with his fingertips, “Mmmm, that’s the spot, yes, my love?”

“Mmmm, yes…” you whispered shakily, reveling in the way he loosened the tension in your back with ease, motion after motion.

“You’re so tense, little girl” he mumbled as he smoothed his large hands down your back again, his fingers sprawled out to reach everywhere, fingertips pressing down on every inch of your back alternately to make sure he wouldn’t miss a spot, “Need to take better care of yourself and not to stress about your job so much…”

The touch of his hands was heavenly, you knew he was right, but if this was the treatment you’d get when you didn’t, it was tempting.  

His hands had reached your lower back, his thumbs digging into the tense muscles there before his fingertips undid the bows of your panties, tucked them away and skimmed your ass, rolling into the skin and spreading the oil over it, giggling quietly to himself, then making his way down your thighs, kneading them gently before he sat up slowly and you turned around to look at him over your shoulder, seeing him rubbing his palms together before he lifted himself from the bed and stood up.

His hair was fluffy, some strands having fallen into his eyes and a satisfied smile was plastered across his gorgeous features. He licked his lips, “Darling, would you turn around for me?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows, giggling, “I want to show some love to your gorgeous breasts.”

You laughed. “But the bed’s gonna get all oily” you pouted.

He waved it off, shrugging his shoulders, “Bed shmed…” he drawled, “we’ll deal with it later, now it’s all about you.”

You sighed, couldn’t disobey him even if you wanted to and you shifted to lie on your front, your breath hitching in your throat when he lowered himself onto the bed again immediately, spreading some more oil between his palms before his hands came down on your thighs, the muscles straining in his arms as he pressed his palms against your skin, working his way up, enjoying immensely how you shivered for him when his fingers slipped between your legs for a moment, before smoothed his hands up your stomach, stopping for a moment, waiting for your body to lift off the bed slightly before his hands closed over your breasts and he locked eyes with you.

“K-Keanu…” you breathed.

He chuckled, didn’t find it in himself to tease you for more than a few seconds and he started to knead your breasts slowly. The need to get you worked up was not entirely subtle now, he had you writhing beneath his touch in no time once his warm palms weren’t enough anymore and he started rolling your nipples between his fingers, could tell by the soft noises falling from your lips, little breaths of his name as you could feel a throbbing sensation starting to form between your legs. He went further than he initially set out to, left you whimpering for more when he drew his fingers from your breasts, wandering downward again, your breath hitching in your throat as they moved down your sides, pressing down slightly onto your hips.

Without missing a beat, his hands moved to part your thighs slowly, sprawled out across them, “K-Keanu, what’re you doing?” you whispered, lifting your hips desperately, whining when his hands held your thighs apart the moment you tried to close them again in an attempt to get some friction to tend to the pulsing ache at your core, knew you were wet with arousal as well as sticky from the scented oil.

“Mmm, wanna take care of my little girl…” he coaxed, “want to massage massage her…” he paused, teasing your entrance lazily with his calloused fingertips, chuckling when your hips lifted further of the bed, making you whimper, “Here?”

He lifted an eyebrow at you and you squirmed, your own eyes fluttering shut. “P-Please” you cried.

“Mmmm, I had no fucking idea how wet you are already…” he hissed when without further teasing, he slid two fingers inside you, your walls contracting desperately around his fingers as he bent them, twisted them, his calloused fingertips stroking at your walls as if he was really massaging them.

“F-Fuck, Keanu…”

“Let me hear you, little girl” he drawled, “Please don’t hold back…”

Your breath caught in your throat when without warning, he nudged his thumb right into your clit, making you shiver, the oil as well as your wetness allowing him to massage the bundle of nerves gently, increasing in intensity the more pressure he added and he reveled in the sounds of your moans, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he watched you closely, the muscles tense in his arm as he curled his fingers inside you, started increasing their pace, twisting and turning them, stroking your walls as they clenched, humming, his own hips grinding slightly into the bed. He could hardly maintain his hold on your thigh to keep them apart, groaning in frustration when you pushed them together.

“Just relax, my love…” he said, “I just want you do relax… you don’t have to move or do anything at all…”

His words soothed you, your chest was rising and falling heavily as you watched him, his skin slightly shiny with sweat and you tried to follow his instructions, could feel your walls tighter each time he pushed his fingers inside you, the friction burning, drawing you closer and closer, the feeling intense with his gaze on you, the pressure he massaged into your clit, the slippery, yet punishing pace he picked up to finger you.

“Fucking beautiful, love” he drawled and his eyes darkened, leaving you unprepared for the way he pushed a third finger inside you, deep inside you to press right into the spongy spot that made you see stars, his thumb flicking your clit and sending you shaking, “That’s it…”

Your hips lifted off the bed uncontrollably, you were panting for air, your mouth in an o shape as the waves of pleasure washed over you, tears from the intensity prickling the corners of your eyes, your walls closing around his fingers, feeling him stretch you.

“Fuck” he drawled. “Mmmm, come here…”

He drew his fingers from you without a warning, watched you struggling to catch your breath and he hooked his hands beneath your knees, standing up to pull you to the edge of the bed.

“Want you to lie back and relax… or there’s no sense to this…” he announced. “Want your body so fucking relaxed, want you to feel taken care of…”

You managed no more than a nod before he let your legs dangle off the bed to tug down his sweatpants, giving his already hard cock a few strokes and you watched it throb in his hand, but he raised an eyebrow at you expectantly until you laid back, your eyes fluttering shut, wincing when he brushed the head of his cock against your folds, gathering the wetness, the oil, the impact of more oil dripping over your clit as he squeezed it from the bottle making you squirm, the slightest touch agony.

“Please…” you whimpered.

“Relax” he insisted again, “I’m gonna give you another massage, little girl…” there was a smile tugging at the corners of his lips and he nudged his hips forward without a warning, his cock sinking inside you easier than it ever had before, the massage oil had everything wet and slippery and the wet sound it evoked with your arousal pooling around him as he slid inside you was obscene,  had him groaning and with another push, he buried himself inside you all the way.

Your walls were closing around him, squeezing him, the burning friction making you moan loudly when he instantly started moving.

“Keep your legs like this, little girl” he drawled, “Close together and please relax for me…”

You whimpered when he picked up the pace, your orgasm building even faster the moment you did as you were told, let your legs dangle from the bed and relaxed, all the tension slowly leaving your body, not one uncomfortable anywhere in your body and you let him move you the way he pleased, the lack of resistance, the intensity of his touch bringing tears to your eyes again as you relaxed, eager to take everything he was willing to give, his hands on your hips to hold you against him, to maintain the angle as he pushed his cock in and out of you with ease, a burning sensation building between your thighs, you were so close already.

He was panting, the muscles tight in his chest, sweat running down his collarbones, his eyes wide with concentration as his gaze met yours the moment you opened your eyes.

“Fuck” he grunted, “F-Fuck, my little girl, I love taking care of you…”

You gasped as not only his pace, but the force of his movements increased, his hips crashing into yours, sure to bruise you further and then he pushed inside you hard, his cock throbbing deep inside you.

“Mmmm, that’s the spot?” he teased, flashing you a smirk, his grip tightening on your hips best it could to fuck you harder, to maintain the angle that had just made you see stars, would be the end of you when he used all his strength to drive his cock into the same spot over and over again to make you moan louder, to get you there, to feel your walls closing around him tighter.

You could hardly breathe, each stroke of his cock driving you further and further and you fisted the sheets, whining needily, “K-Keanu, I-I’m-…”

“Relax first” he drawled, his voice soft, yet shaky, deep, “F-fuck…” his nails were digging into your skin and you knew he wasn’t going to be close behind.

“F-Fuck, Keanu…” you cried, trying to do as you were told, loosening your grip on the sheets and relaxing your body, relaxing your muscles and then he drove into you hard, his cock twitching inside you and he grunted when he released, kept his cock buried deep inside you as  you mewled with pleasure, so relaxed that you laid back against the mattress and let the waves of your orgasm wash over your body, felt the pleasure crawling up your spine and making your thighs tingle, your entire body shaking before you calmed, breathing heavily.

You were panting in sync with Keanu, giggling shakily at the feeling of complete and utter relaxation, the flames of pleasure still burning within you even when your orgasm subsided and you saw Keanu crawling over you, brushing back your hair, his chest flushed red, a loving smile playing around his lips and before you could say anything, thank him, praise him, he leaned in to kiss you.

His lips were warm, eager, all-consuming. His breath was as shaky as yours, but he was eager to make the moment last a little longer, kissing you deeply, forcing your lips apart to let his tongue dance with yours before he pulled back again, his forehead pressed to yours, his breath heavy.

“Mmmm, everything’s slippery” he cackled, licking his lips, stroking his knuckles across your cheek.

You giggled, “Worth it though” you whispered.

“Oh yes?” he drawled, “Were you happy with my services?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hold back another giggle.

“Careful” he cackled, “Or next time you’ll have to  book an appointment” he teased, his smile smug, well-aware he hadn’t only fucked, but massaged you good. “Promised you to take care of you, want you to relax…” he announced, “So... I’m gonna run you a nice bubbly bath and you gonna soak nicely while I change the sheets, get us some wine… then I’m gonna join you.”

You looked up at him in awe, your eyes full of love, “Keanu…”

“No, not up for debate” he cut you off, shaking his head and pecking your lips softly again, his nose knocking against yours, making him cackle and the sound warmed your heart, had you running your fingers gently through his hair, smiling at the way he tilted his head into your touch, his eyes closing with content, “Mmmm, c'mon, girl…” he whispered, “I’m gonna give you what you truly deserve.”

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[shes-claws-deep]

Consensual non con with your DMC boy of choice? 👀👀👀

At the time of counting, V was in the lead. In regards to this story, negotiations have been done beforehand and safewords set. Don’t do con noncon without extensive research, trust, communication, and planning. (I realise this is more dubcon than noncon but oh well, i’m not gonna rewrite the whole thing.)

“Wake up, little summoner~”

V groans as he stirs, hands raising to his head to rub at his head, to shield his eyes from the light he can feel around him. At least, he would have if his wrists weren’t tied down by his head. If he could only open his eyes. Wait-! “I-What is this darkness?!” His eyes are wide open, wider than they’ve ever been, yet there is only darkness greeting his sight. V swings his head around and he struggles so hard that he can feel leather and metal bite into the meat of his thighs, waist, chest, and biceps. Even his ankles and knees can’t move more than an inch in any direction. 

He’s good and pinned as he is, rendered almost immobile atop what feels like a gynaecologist’s chair. A cool breeze feathers across his exposed ass and makes him jump, makes him snarl into the air.

“Don’t touch me!” He can’t pinpoint your location.

“Why not?” Comes your amused voice. “I paid good money for you, pretty slave.” The words swirl around his head, comes from all directions, confuses him as to where you are. It sounds like you’re walking around him, circling him, and yet he can’t hear a single footstep. “Oh yes, you’ll make such an excellent addition to my collection.”

V freezes. Slave? Collection? Fuck. Fuck, he has to get out of here! His struggles start anew, using all the strength in his skinny body to try and get out of his restraints. Alas, they hold tight, abrade his tattooed skin until he can feel it turn raw under the leather restraints. He’ll bleed if he keeps this up, he knows it, but what’s a little blood if he can get free? If he can wriggle free.

“What do you want from me?” V’s lip trembles a little as he asks this. The tattoos on his body hum with energy but it stops there, preventing him from summoning Griffon, from summoning Shadow and getting himself out of this. Shit, power seals? He’s in real trouble.

“What I want from you?” Your voice draws closer and V tenses, the hair at the back of his neck raising. “What I want from you is very simple.” He jumps as you trail your fingers over his bare chest, circle around his perked nipple, pinch it and squeeze it until he grits his teeth to hold back the yelp that threatens to spill out. “I want your body, pretty slave. I’ll claim what’s mine.”

Before you even finish your sentence, V is shaking his head vehemently. Trying to arch and flinch away from you. Trying to avoid your touch. “I refuse!” He bares his teeth. “Do not touch me!”

You laugh and smooth both hands over his skinny chest, inching upwards until you have both hands around his neck. Around the collar already locked around his slender throat. “Mmm, I don’t think so.” Both hands squeeze lightly, fingers pressing on the sides of his throat rather than on his windpipe. Making him feel lightheaded rather than choke. His hands struggle and he throws his head this way and that, trying to dislodge your hands to no avail. But the longer he struggles, the faster he falls. “I’ll touch you wherever I want and you can’t stop me.”

When V’s struggles wither away to frantic panting, you take your hands away to his relief. But unfortunately for him, you return with something clinking in your hands.

“Stop! Don’t come closer,” V pants out, shaking his head weakly. “No-no don’t-” Your fingers jam into his mouth and forces it open enough for you to slip a metal bit between his teeth. Immediately, his tongue slips around it, tries to push it out of his mouth to no avail since you buckle it around his head so quickly. His teeth clink at the metal, drool starts to slip from his lips, and he shudders in humiliation when you coo at how pretty he looks.

“Mmm, perfect. I like your voice, slave, but I like it when they don’t scream for mercy at every turn,” you tut at him and pad around to fit your body between his spread legs. Pressing your clothed pelvis against his bare ass and balls. God, he’s so pretty. Worth every single dollar you paid to capture him. The tattoos are stark against his pale skin, wrapping down his body and down his legs, forming a happy trail towards his half hard cock lying against his hip. 

“I wonder what you’ll sound like when I take your ass for the first time?” You hum and stroke his cock in an exploratory manner, slipping and sliding your dry hands all over him until he softens his posture and starts to moan hesitantly. “Bet no one’s ever gone here before, huh?” With a couple of pumps of a bottle near you, you dole out dollops of lube into your hands, rub it around to warm it up so your fingers are absolutely dripping with it. Coated through and through so you can smear it all over the darker skin of his ass crack, his asshole, his perineum. 

“Not there! Please, not there!” V tries to cry out but it sounds more muffled and garbled than anything, the bit preventing him from speaking properly. “I beg you!”

Alas, you ignore him, choosing instead to grin and enjoy his increasingly panicked sounds as you press on the tight star of his asshole. “Good thing I had someone clean you out. This ass looks delicious.” Your free hand paws at his balls, slicks up his cock, dries off the excess lube on his inner thighs and ass until he looks like he’s been oiled up thoroughly. “Fuck, I can’t wait to break you in.”

B-break him in?!

You catch the alarmed look on his face and laugh, patting his ass patronisingly as you slowly slide one finger inside where no one has gone before. V’s cries are like music to your ears, the deep tones of his voice slipping into a higher octave when you pump that finger in and out, in and out until he’s coated with lube inside and out. Until he’s trembling and clenching around you with incredible heat as you twist your wrist and curl your finger towards you. Finding his prostate with little difficulty.

“Yes, slave, I’m going to break you in. Make you the biggest anal slut this side of the country,” you moan and slide another finger inside his resisting ass. Ignore his head as it shakes from side to side to focus on stretching his virgin ass open. “I hope you won’t disappoint me.” 

“S-stop, stop don’t-!”

But he can’t stop you from using both hands to open his ass. From slipping two fingers from each hand inside, to pull and make him gape just for your eyes. V trembles and whimpers pathetically, drool already soaking his face and the leather under him, his eyes wide open and unseeing under the blindfold. He can’t stop you, even with wriggling hips, from squirting lube right into his clenching ass, from sliding around the impossibly huge plug you’re pushing into him.

“It’s too big. Too big! Remove it! Remove it, please-I-!” V’s cries are cut off by the deep, guttural groan as the plug slides in all the way to its base, his ass swallowing it up and clenching tight around the invasive glass. “G-gggg-full-!”

With the glass deep inside him, he can feel every little vibration as you tap on the base, as you plug in something, as the wires sway. Though he’s floating in a sea of pain and pleasure, he’s still aware of you reaching over to flip a few switches. At least, he thought he was because he’s yelping at the top of his voice as something jolts in his ass. He contracts around it involuntarily, dancing on reflex as the electro butt plug flares to life.

While he’s jumping and moaning at the new sensation, you’re stripping your bottoms off and eagerly climbing atop his body. Now that his cock is nice and hard and leaking precum, you happily take his cock in hand and rub his head against your throbbing clit. You can feel him flex each time the plug forces him to contract, can feel him tremble when he feels you slide just his head into your pussy.

“D-don’t-please?” His pleas take on a softer tone, as though begging for you to continue rather than to stop. “Stop~”

You laugh derivatively and slowly slide down his impressively big cock. For a skinny man, he’s packing a decent schlong. One that’s veined, thick, curved just right, and long enough for him to fill you properly once you’ve slipped him in balls deep. “Oh, yes, your cock is perfect. Gonna make such good use of you, pretty slave.”

The constant shaking of his head slows down as you begin to ride him in earnest, pulling moan after moan out of his unwilling throat. Making him quake and shake when you pinch and tug at his perky nipples. As you kiss around his sodden mouth. “You’re going to be the prettiest slave, V. My little pet.” You slap your hands on his chest and use it to leverage yourself and slam down on him with deep, powerful strokes. “Gonna tie you to my bed and keep you naked, free for me to use any time I want.” His cock hits your gspot just right and you cry out, lifting one hand to use it to rub at your clit desperately. “Mmmfuck-I’ll break you and ruin you. And then I’ll put you back together as my perfect slave. Made just for me~!”

He already looks wrecked and ruined, his hips arching towards you rather than shying away, his hands curling into fists as he uses them to anchor himself so that he may thrust up into you. One battle won; you have forced his body to overcome his mind. 

“I own you, slave. You’re all mine. All mine.” As your orgasm creeps up on you, you raise the dial on his butt plug and let him buck and hump into you. Helping you along with his delicious sounds and flushed skin until you’re tensing around his thick cock, thighs clamping down around his hips and nails digging into his chest. Your finger is a blur on your clit, extending your orgasm until V whimpers pathetically, begging you to let him cum too.

“I’m-I’m so close!” He whines in a choked voice, his brain still stuck on how you’re milking his twitching, hungry cock inside you. Your orgasm seems to last forever, seems to drag him closer to the edge as well, until you finally gasp for breath, your trembling body stilling against him. “No please! Please, I was so close!” Oh so very close. The plug inside him is still buzzing against his prostate, still making him jump and jerk.

“God yeah, that was great,” you sigh and slowly raise yourself off his cum soaked cock. It falls with a slap on his belly and bounces straight back up, so erect that it can’t fall flat. “Mmm, you’re definitely worth hiring that hunter.”

V is still pleading muffled pleas for you to get back on him. To ride him until he, too, reaches his completion. What a stark difference from his snarling earlier. You grin and snort, kissing his cheek and getting off him to slide down to the floor. 

“You still have to run through a couple of tests before I can let you cum. If at all. We’ll see how well you perform.”

Tests? What tests-! V moans as the plug is removed efficiently, his ass clenching around nothing and missing the solid strength of the glass. Not that he has to contend with an empty ass for long, though, because you’re pressing in something a little softer than glass. Softer but longer.

You set up the fucking machine and attach some electro-stim pads onto his soaked cock, humming when he whimpers helplessly as both are turned on at the same time. “Don’t cum, V. Don’t cum. That’s saved for my pussy only.”

Speechless as he is by the cock spearing into his once virgin ass, V can only nod shakily. 

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[palishere]

Ok, but imagine Sammy on your bed, all tied up to the bed posts and spread eagle. As he comes to, he looks at you wearily: "Why am i here?", he asks hoarsely, testing his restraints. And do tell, dear: Why IS he there? What are you gonna do?

First of all. Let me tell you about my bed. My bed is a Queen much like myself, it’s got four, thin, black steel posts, it’s my favourite feature. A steel base with an uncomfortable, used, springy mattress that is in serious need of either a turn over or replacement. Drapped over the top of my bed is a white canopy that; Every morning when I see it, it reminds me of the princess I am, It makes all my other bedroom features turn to silhouettes through its translucent curtains, dressing along the top is white flags with brown buttons that give the bed a rather Indian feel. The bed is strong. The bed is strong enough to hold the likes of one Samuel Winchester. 

I look down at him and am brushing the locks out of his face as he sleeps, He was drugged and delivered to me, unharmed, untouched and unaware of what hit him. He was unconscious before he hit the ground and now he is nothing but peaceful looks and calm intakes of air. I got much too carried away binding his limbs that I clumsily forgot to remove his clothes first, but not to worry, there will be time for that soon. Very soon. 

As he wakes and takes in the fairy tale surroundings, he looks to me tired and dazed, his head probably swimming and confused. “Why am I here?” He grumbles as his hands quietly pull on the ropes, he tries to get his thumb between the lines of ropes and I could assure him that it’s pointless, but I don’t like to disappoint too early.

My hand moves away from his head, trailing quietly down to his chest and I unbutton the first, top button on his blue and black flannel shirt. “You’ll figure it out” I smile and already my curious fingers are unbuttoning the second and third buttons. 

“What? Hey- Whoa!” He starts to realise where I’m headed with all of this, his hands yank harder and a little louder at the ropes, reaching around the bars and trying to figure out how he’s being tied, tries to pull his hand through the ropes but his fists are much too wide. 

I’m undoing the last button on his shirt when he finally starts to panic. “Don’t… Stop it!” He tries to twist away but the rope hasn’t got a lot of give on either of his stretched limbs and he doesn’t make it very far. 

“Shhh…. Sammy…” I would coo lovingly, letting his flannel fall open and my left hand would silently go up his shirt to feel the sweat on his skin, I’d watch the bump under his shirt and feel the grooves of his flesh and stretch my fingers out over his skin, letting my palm find placement above his overworked heart. It would be thumping ferociously “Do you know what I had to pay to get you?” I’d question as I started to pull my hand free, letting my palm roll over one of his nipples in the process as my right hand finds a pair of scissors. 

“Who are you!?” He’d shout, angry and frightened. And I’d give a small scoff at the thought that a Winchester would be fearful of me. 

“I had to pay a lot…” I would say simply as the scissors slice through the extra layers of shirt, revealing the most beautiful tan skin. My eyes would light up and my heart would start to race at the sight before me, I’d have to swallow the extra saliva in my mouth given all the excitement.

“What do you want with me?!” 

Why would he ask that? Surely he knows the answer? Does he want me to spell it out for him? Really?

I’d just smile, my lips quirking upwards. A quick glance tells me he isn’t hard, but I’ve barely touched him so far so that is pretty fair. I lean down under the bed 

“What are you doing?” 

I pull up a small bottle of scented essential oil. Sandalwood. I flip the cap and drizzle a little onto my hand and rub the oil from palm to palm before I hitch my dress up above my knees and swing one leg over him, straddling his hips and letting my naked snatch rest over his hips.

“What are you doing- Don’t!” His head shakes in disbelief, but sorry Sammy, this is happening, I can practically see his heart beating as I lay both hands on either breast bone. “Don’t do this…” I ignore him and spread the oils up to his shoulders and over the strong, flexing muscles in either arm and back down again. 

Before too long his torso is successfully covered in oil, shining pretty and Sam’s given up pleading for now it seems. 

I better step it up a notch then…

I lean up on my knees and slid my hand down to his lower stomach again, forcing a groan as my hand reaches near his pants again.

“Please… Sto- Untie me…”

But, this time, unlike the others, my hand slips inside his jeans and seeks out Sam’s soft length. 

“NO!!” He snaps. His head shooting up with his eyes wide and glued to where my hand disappears under the band of his underwear. “No! Stop!” But it’s far too little too late for that I smile as I feel him grow in my hand. “No! No-No-No-No!... Don’t!” He begs. Oh, Fuck does he beg. I can feel the wetness between my legs start to grow just as he does and I’ve never been more impatient to climb on board. His head falls back forcibly into the provided pillows and he pants and grunts aggressively.

My hand works his cock, up and down, covering it in the smell of burning sandalwood before I finally decide to pull it free. Sam is so fucking hard, he’s throbbing as I pull my hand free, he doesn’t even complain when my body pushes back and my hands pop the button on his jeans. He gasps as I pull the zipper down and moans when the palm of my hand pushes on his hard cock through his underwear. “oh! Fuck...” 

My hands are rough on his sides as I force the jeans and underwear down his legs, not bothering to remove them completely, because, they’ll be time for that later. As his cock springs from his underwear, I don’t hesitate to take a hold and jerk the manhood several times before pulling my body above it and resting my wet snatch over the throbbing member. 

My hands slide to the back of my dress and lower the zip, pulling the fabric over my head swiftly, discarding it behind me and leaving me vulnerable and naked.

“I’ve waited so long for you, Sammy....” I say with a whimper as I line him up and push my body down over his thick and veiny cock. “Y-You feel even better than I imagined!” I moan as the first inches breach me.

I’m three quarters of the way when I start to convince myself that I won’t be able to take all of him and that’s just when my hips meet his. He’s restless below, clearly ready to join me, ready to seek our orgasm together. I start to rock back and forth over him and the way he tries not to moan, tries not to be too loud will always be so adorable. 

“C’mon Sammy....” I moan as I rock a little faster, still a little nervous about bouncing on top of him just yet, but, I will. “Oh! Oh- Sam!” I gasp one of my hands falling forwards to rest around his throat and as it grips around his neck my hips lift  and I start to bounce. Up and down. The room is panting and quiet moans with the sound of slapping skin and the squeaking mattress as I continue my assault. “You’re so big! My- GOD!!” I scream, throwing my head back as I ride him 

He can only lay there and watch my generous tits jumping in front of his face as my hips bounce over his. One of his hands hangs peacefully whilst the other holds the thin, black steel pole.

“Oh! Sam! I’m gonna fucking ride you ‘til I’m fucking pregnant...” I scream as my body accommodates his size, I lean my body down over his and thrust up and down over him as my mouth sucks at whatever skin it can reach, I need to go faster, my need within me is growing more wild, I’m ready to orgasm, but I want to hold off until Sam is ready to fill me with his seed. I want our first time to be shared.

He jerks and does some sort of full body shudder below me, I can tell by the look in his glazed eyes that he’s gotta be close. My tongue slides up the main vein in his neck and I hold him too me. “oh- Sam... You feel so good... Gonna fuck you every day, baby.... Never get enough of - Ugh!- Of you!”

Oh, Fuck there’s no stopping it when it finally hits me, my limbs feel like i’m being electrocuted as the orgasm finally explodes inside me. My teeth accidently sink into Sam’s skin and just as I’m starting to settle from my climax I feel his body jjerking up into me, He cums quietly with a small grunt.

I kiss him, licking up the sweat on his skin, I swear our hearts are beating as one and I just never want to move.

“Pl-ease... Let.. Me go...” He whispers and I don’t notice the tears that are streaming from his eyes. 

“Shh…” I wiggle up a little “Kiss me first...” He’s panting so he makes it far too easy for me to force my tongue into his mouth, touching and coaxing his tongue into my mouth. “You taste so good, Sammy...” “Please... Don’t...Just let me go...” He whispers again and I give his right cheek a kiss.

“Can’t do that baby...”