#naughty bit beneath the cut

[theunavenged]

His voice is a mix of light and raspy but it definitely isn’t like..very deep. I could imagine the noises that could come from his throat 😳🤭

(re: this) Imagine making him make those noises 👀 Imagine being the first person he allowed to get close enough to make him make those noises 💕

Imagine how loud those noises would be while you're on your knees, fingernails gripping those thick scarred thighs of his, making him feel like a damned Prince of Gotham 💋

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[burnyouwithacigarettelighter]

could you do a drabble on bratty sub!jonathan crane? literally on my knees begging you to!!

ALL YOURS ───

jonathan crane ✧

ೃ⁀➷ “…I wanted it to leave a mark: that’s how I knew I loved you. Because I wanted to be burned, stamped…” — ’Marathon’, Louise Glück.

pairing. sub!jonathan crane x reader

summary. jonathan’s been a brat all night. looks like you’ve got some taming to do…

warnings. swearing, p in v, unprotected sex, sextoys/use of dildo (m), oral sex (m), edgeplay, blindfold kink, brat-taming, degradation/insults, SMUT UNDER THE CUT! 

word count. 3.3k

a/n. anon this idea is genius i love it!!! also this was js supposed to be a blurb & now it’s got 3.3k words😭i apologize LMAO

Entering your shared condo, you pushed Jonathan down to his knees, smack-dab on the wood in the middle of your living room. “What the fuck was that?” you questioned, yanking him by his silk tie to look up at you.

“What was what?” he retorted, pretending to be clueless despite the impish grin that snuck its way onto his plush lips. 

You slapped him, lacy black gloves scratching at his thin skin. “I’ve had enough of your bratty fucking behaviour tonight.”

“Then do something about it,” he challenged, piercing his baby blues into you through batted, thick lashes. 

“Oh,” you hummed, roughly undoing the silk tie from his neck, tugging his thin glasses off and wrapping the fabric around his eyeline, “I have every intention of doing so.”

Just an hour ago, you and Jonathan had been attending a GothamU charity gala. It was a nice night— save for the fact he spent all of it pushing your buttons, speaking over you, and brushing off your existence to the guests there. “My date?” he’d purr to them, “she’s just my teaching assistant.” 

You’d send him your tell-tale warning glares, and he’d stare blankly back at you, respond in his pettiest tone, and continue reducing you to his measly teaching assistant — which, publicly, was who you were to him, but behind closed doors, it was him, pleading on his knees to touch you, to at least catch a whiff of your addicting scent. The man would probably thank-you if you stepped on him and you adored every bit of it.

He was acting out. Some sort of naughty pseudo-revenge on you, making you seem so much smaller than everyone else; making people think he was the big bad wolf and you were his little lamb. 

Boy, would they be utterly fucking wrong. 

You pulled Jonathan up by the lapel, then shirked numerous clothing articles from his three-piece suit, leaving him in his dress pants. You did the same — not that he could tell — peeling off your lacy gala gloves and throwing them onto your wood credenza, sliding your panties off and decorating your couch with them carelessly. When your hands brushed past the fabric of his crotch, you heard his breath hitch, unable to tell what you were going to do to him with the makeshift blindfold on. 

Honestly, with the attitude he had that night? You intended to torture him ‘till there were heavy tears streaming down his face, the only words on his tongue being ones begging for release. 

You sunk to your knees, unzipping his thin pants and licking a stripe up his cock — still within his boxers, of course. You heard Jonathan choke, and, looking up at him, you could see him clench his jaw, lips bitten, hands trembling. 

But, y’know, the torture bit and all that. So you pressed your wet mouth to his clothed cock, hot tongue dragging across his length; everywhere he needed it most, but with him still shuddering pitifully beneath his boxers. The contact felt good, fuck, your tongue always made him feel good, but he needed more. 

You heard Jonathan moan; a whiny, drawn out barely-intelligible plea, because your mouth had soaked the fabric, making it stick to his needy cock. “Fuck, please,” he pleaded, hands fumbling around your shoulders before finding the crown of your head. You wrapped your mouth along his clothed erection, humming in delight at his begging, until: “just fucking suck me off already, please.”

Your mouth stopped their ministrations at once, and all that was left was your hot breath on his twitching dick. “Come again?” you drawled, affronted beyond belief at his audacity.

Jonathan didn’t respond; he knew he’d taken it too far. You got back up, and squeezed his face with your hand. “I didn’t think so,” you growled at him. “Speak like that again and so help me god, I will fuck you ‘till you’re so dumb you’ll be thrown into Arkham.”

He whimpered at the threat — how humiliating it would be to be trapped in the place he was chief of — while squirming under your touch; but you still felt his hard-on roar to life even needier than before, aching near your inner thigh. 

“Fuckin’ brat,” you whispered, thumb brushing over his pink bottom lip. His mouth opened immediately, and your finger dipped onto his tongue, trailing deeper until he gagged. 

You grinned at his appearance: long gone was the respectable, genius Dr. Crane- now, he was a flushed mess, lips parted as he panted hot, needy breaths, spit leaking down his chin onto his bare chest. Fuck, did he ever look good so undone for you. 

Even his tie had slipped slightly off his eyes, and you could see him blink blearily, sweet lashes kissing his high cheekbones and leaving small, teary drops. You tugged the fabric back in place, then dipped your hand into his wet boxers, gripping his thick length tightly and pulling out.

“Why should I make you feel good? Why waste my effort, when you’ll just forget everything, like the stupid little whore you are, huh?” 

He keened, holding back his hips from bucking into your hand. “I’m sorry,” he panted raggedly, disrespectful demeanor slipping away in favor of being your little pet, “I’m sorry for tonight—“

“It’s too late to say sorry.” you scolded darkly, other hand coming up to his hair to tug it back and reveal his sensitive adam’s apple. You licked at the spot, then traveled your tongue to just under his jaw, suckling at his pulse. 

You drew out a pathetic squeak from him at the action, and you chuckled against his warm skin. “I’ll be good for you,” he promised quickly, “I - I’ll be good for the rest of my life. So… so please,”

“‘Please’ what?” 

“Please use me,” he replied shamefully, tone warbling halfway at the vulgarity of the request. 

You smirked, then began slowly pumping his long length. Your hand was so tight against him it was like a suction, and he let out several choked moans at the slow friction. Your other hand left his hair, making his head fall limply on his chest, and you fondled his balls, teasing him at first with mere grazes of your fingertips on the flesh, before squeezing them roughly.

“You gonna come?” you asked in a hum when his knees started buckling. “You gonna come just like that, just with my hand?”

“Yes, m’gonna come - gonna come,” he groaned, bucking quickly into your hand as you stroked him faster. 

“So pathetic,” you sneered suddenly, dropping his needy cock and watching it bounce on his thigh before springing up against his abdomen again, “didn’t ask for permission. Looks like you’re forgetting your fucking manners.”

At your harsh words and denial of release, Jonathan’s bottom lip trembled, small sniffling sounds coming from him, and you rolled your eyes— the needy bastard was fucking crying. 

“M’sorry,” he cried out weakly, “‘m’sorry… just felt so good…”

You watched his tears drip from under the tie down his neck, his shoulders shaking, and you sighed, sinking down to your knees. He was crying, because he fucking knew what it did to you; that his helpless whines made all the right pulses pang in both your chest and your core; that you would give in.

So, you took him in your mouth, hand stroking the bottom of his shaft while your tongue teased and touched the rest; sticky mouth wrapped moistly around him. Unbeknownst to Jonathan, however, is that while you adored his cries, the desire to have him begging was stronger. Thus, your tongue was barely doing anything, just tentatively licking him, too short for him to lose himself, too fast for him not to get overstimulated. 

You felt him try to thrust into your mouth, but your free hand gripped his bare thigh tightly. “Don’t move a muscle,” you grunted, and continued by angrily smacking the back of his thigh with your open palm. 

Jonathan whimpered helplessly, planting himself firmly in place. With that, you’d set the stage: you left his cock for a moment, quickly sauntering to your bedroom, and pulling something out from a velvet drawstring pouch you kept in your nightstand…

You heard Jonathan cry out for you, devastated like he thought you were gonna leave him teased and needy like this all night — which, you couldn’t blame him, because you had done that before — but no, you weren’t, because you wanted to ruin Jonathan tonight; put him back in his place; remind him who exactly fucking owns him. 

When you returned to the living room, he was still standing in the exact same place, but his hands were gripping his thighs with deadly strength, more lustful tears streaming down his face. 

“So obedient for me,” you murmured in amusement, getting back on your knees and slipping his weeping cock into your mouth. He gasped, pathetic delight filling his groans at your reappearance as you suckled softly on him. 

Jonathan was halfway through a “thank you” before you brought your thick dildo to the seam of his ass. The sudden touch made him flinch, hips bucking up and shoving his cock harshly into your throat. 

You choked momentarily, and he panicked: “Oh god, m’sorry, m’so sorry,” he sobbed, mind going fuzzy and blank with your skillful tongue pleasuring him, the tip of your dildo teasing his back entrance.

You laughed around his length, not saying anything and merely sucking him off faster, now pressing the wet dildo tip into his puckered hole. The thought of it entering him made your cunt pulse — you’d turned it on back in the bedroom, intent on getting it wet with your spit so you didn’t torture Jonathan too much, but instead couldn’t resist filling yourself. You’d bounced on the fat thing for a few moments, till it was completely soaked in your wetness, your back arching, cunt itching for release. 

Jonathan cried out from the sharp stretch in his hole, and you soothed him with a low hush, slowing your onslaught of pleasure on his cock so he could breathe. Once you heard a strained moan leave his lips, one that was much more desperate, much more raspy, you continued in sucking him off, wedging the rest of the dildo’s length into his tight hole. 

“If you come before I let you,” you warned when you felt Jonathan’s thighs clench, his breath catching in his throat and his moans going pitchy, “I won’t fuck you for a month.”

“A month?!” Jonathan questioned with a yelp, which dissolved into a moan when his hole clenched around the dildo’s silicone. “Fuck, hnngh, please, I can’t -- I needa come, but… a month?”

“A month. So be a good little whore, and don’t let go ‘till I tell you to.”

Jonathan whined, but his signs of release faded away, and you rubbed his hip approvingly. You pulled away for a final time, and dragged him by the arm to your couch. 

He almost tripped, legs trembling at the pleasure the dildo was sending up his body as it filled him, and it got worse from there: you slipped off his blindfold, and pushed him to sit on the cushy furniture. The dildo pushed that much deeper into his hole, brushing against his prostate and making him choke, before you climbed onto his lap and lined up his leaking head to your entrance. 

Jonathan couldn’t help the amalgamation of an overstimulated cry and loud moan that tore out of him: how could he, with the dildo’s fat cockhead flush against his prostate, your plush folds teasing his thoroughly-edged cock, and the withstanding rule not to come. 

You gazed softly into his watery blue eyes, which were red-rimmed and lined with pitiful tears. They were silently begging you to let him release, every fiber of his being wanting nothing more but to feel that familiar current run through him at last. 

His cheeks were flushed pink, lips bitten between the teeth; expression utterly wrecked, utterly desperate, utterly yours. He knew, just as well as you did, how much he fucking belonged to you: he would let you put a goddamn leash and collar around his neck if you just asked. 

Then, you pushed yourself up by the knees and hovered over his cock. You watched his face the whole time you sank down: his face screwed together when his tip peeked into your hole, his eyes rolled to the back of his skull when your took him halfway, his mouth opened and his spit-slicked tongue hung out of it when you bottomed out. 

“You’re so - tight,” he observed gingerly with a whimper. His gaze was glassy, heated mewls leaving his lips; the only thing on Jonathan’s mind was pleasure, every coherent or intelligent thought leaving him in favor of the primal need to orgasm.

You bit down your moan, your hands resting on both of Jonathan’s bare shoulders, kneading them softly. “Tight for you, baby. All tight for your good fucking cock.” you cursed huskily, and you felt Jonathan’s cock swell at your praise. 

His hands snaked up to your waist, hesitantly holding you, but when you didn’t protest nor scold him and instead lifted yourself up again to bounce down on his erect cock, Jonathan touched you feverishly, like he would never get enough of your skin on his. 

“Can - can I…” Jonathan started quietly, getting cut off by his own effeminate whine when you grinded down on him. “Can I -- ah -- touch your tits? Please?”

You smiled, finally content with his politeness (as well as the sweet sounds of his moans), “Go ahead, baby. Play with m’fucking tits.”

Jonathan smiled too, but it was so fucking happy he looked pathetic, eyes dilated like a kid on christmas just because you conceded one of his requests. His hands pulled your dress off your head, and you shuddered in the cold - as well as how easy it was for your legs to widen with the fabric gone, your body splitting on instinct to greedily pull in more of his length. 

He then groped your perky chest, tweaking your nipples every so often, practically salivating over the fat flesh of your breasts. He was so encapsulated with touching every inch of you that constant groans were leaving your mouth, sliding his cock in and out of your leaking hole faster. 

“So soft,” he groaned, amazement dripping off his every word. “Feels s’good, so sweet.”

“Yeah,” you panted, rolling your hips into his own and making his back arch, “you love m’tits so much, huh?”

“Love you,” he whimpered, obviously too fucked out to comprehend the connotations of his words, but you couldn’t resist pressing an adoring kiss to his lips anyways. 

Then you could clearly feel the pleasure in your insides building now, like rope twisting around your lower body, especially with the way Jonathan’s curved cock deliciously rubbed the entrance of your cervix with each bob. 

Then, you pried one of Jonathan’s needy hands away from your tender breasts, making him whine momentarily before he saw where you were leading his long fingers: right to your puffy clit. 

“Touch me, my sweet pet, and I’ll make you come.” You promised, pressing him roughly against you. 

Jonathan nodded eagerly, and his skillful fingers began artfully playing with your clit, pinching the flesh lightly and furiously rubbing your wetness over the button. Your sounds of pleasure were affecting him, too: you felt his cock throb when his fingers touched you just right and made a breathless mewl leave you. You pressed your forehead against Jonathan’s own, reveling in how focused he was on making you feel good, and you let go. 

Your orgasm flowed over you, making your body twitch and jerk into Jonathan’s relentless touch, the pleasure taking you over completely and making you scream his name. “Oh, fuck, Jon, so good, good boy, you’re my good fucking boy…”

“M’all yours,” he agreed, obviously getting extremely close to the edge as your throbbing cunt clenched around his length. “Yours.”

You breathed haggardly as your high slipped away, your eyes blinking slowly and watching Jonathan helplessly try to get himself off without overstimulating and upsetting you. He wasn’t made to take control, you knew that, and his clueless, pitfiful attempts to do so while still trying to keep your favor made you frown, and slide up off him.

“Lay face down, knees tucked in, baby,” you grunted through a wince, his too-thick cockhead reminding you of the stinging stretch that had long faded away and been replaced with pleasure. 

Jonathan didn’t waste a second obeying your commands, his weeping cock resting on his inner thigh. Your fingers brushed past the base of the dildo still within him, its long length disappearing into his puffy, bloated hole, making him buck forward on his knees. 

“Can you come on this fake cock, pet? You’re a good little slut, aren’t you?” Your said from above him, hand splaying on his left ass cheek and slightly tugging at the flesh to see how full he really was. Spoiler alert: you couldn’t take that whole length in your cunt, much less your tight ass. 

“I’ll come if you tell me to,” Jonathan mewled back, wriggling his ass flirtatiously beneath your hands in some desperate attempt to get you to fuck him and make him release at last. 

You got down on your knees, eyeline direct to his hole, and you snickered mockingly at his eagerness. After pressing a harsh bite on his ass and branding him as yours, you began to fuck him with the fake cock, thrusting it’s length in and out of his ever-tightening asshole and spitting on it to moisten his walls. 

Jonatgan let out several quavering moans, feeling every inch of the dildo within him because of the position, and he drooled a handful of spit onto the couch at the pure pleasure being inflicted on him. It was slightly embarrassing to come because of this silicone object rather than your soaking wet cunt, but as you pounded the dildo into his hole and made it roughly kiss his prostate, Jonathan decided he didn’t care. 

“Come for me,” you demanded gruffly, plowing the dildo in and out of Jonathan’s aching ass, “come undone, baby, all for me.”

At your words, Jonathan -- having been thoroughly tamed at this point -- came, spurting his rich seed onto the couch and his chest, a few drops making their way to his face. He felt you continue to press the length of the dildo in his hole as he rode out his high, and it made for the sickest, bordering-on-painful stimulation. 

It still felt heavenly, though: being allowed to come was the highest privilege for him, because it meant you thought he was worthy. Also, because it satisfied the aching monster within him, the one that wanted so desperately to be roughly fucked and toyed with. 

At last, you slid the dildo out of his hole, admiring how stretched out and wide it made him, before getting up from your place on the floor and sliding onto the couch. You helped Jonathan sit upright and lay his back on the cushy object, your warm hand clasping his cheek gently. 

“All obedient for me now, are you?” you whispered lowly, tickling the bottom of his chin to meet your gaze. 

Jonathan licked his plump lips, “You own me… mistress.” The title sounded right at home on his lips— on both your lips, and you smirked. 

“I like the sound of that,” you purred, a renewed vigor entering your body. Your arms clasped around Jonathan’s bicep, and you pulled him forward while laying down, making him press his tired weight on top of you. “M’gonna use you however I fuckin’ want,” you said in his flushed ear, before lifting your legs up to wrap around your waist.

His eyes widened, “What are you—“

“Shh,” you cut him off softly, hand coming down to squeeze one of his balls tightly, “just listen to Mistress. This night’s far from over, pet.”

Jonathan groaned, eyes squeezIng shut and feeling his cock spring up once more. Fuck, he thought, and damn this horny cock of his; damn your insatiable appetite; damn how fucking good it felt to be yours. 

All yours. 

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[alcinaslittlemaid]

Naughty Little Lamb~

Pennywise 2017xFem!reader

•Warnings: Smutty smut, degradation, spanking (a lot), angry sex.. and much much more, Mild DD/LG (tiny bit) uses of pet names

(I’m not great at writing buts it’s the red hour 😳🌶️)

Come join the clown~

🎪🎈🤡

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The hour was very late, you had struggled to get to sleep and Pennywise had gone out hunting. You felt a familiar throbbing in your underwear, by god you were missing him so much, your hand slipped down between your silky thighs and coating your fingers were your own sinuous juices.

You smirked and began pleasuring yourself, grabbing your vibrator imagining penny’s long slippery tongue slurping your insides out, your toes began to curl as you bucked your hips in submission, your mind travelling further, now imagining how smaller tentacles would slither out, gripping your thighs to keep you in place, long slimy tentacles restricting your movement, as his long, hard alien-like tentacle is forcible pushed into your tight hole, the ridges of his length hitting your clit as he completely ruins you.

Trying to get his entire length inside your tight, little cunt, you were getting close, finally going to be rid of your need for him (until tomorrow that is) you were almost riding your vibrator with pleasure

“Dooonnnt youuuu Dareeee~” that taunting voice in your head rang out like a bell you had recognised all too well

“Fuck…” you whined “Watch your mouth little slut” the voice growled, it’s raspy voice grunted in your ear as you slowly peeked up at the darkened side of your room, there…two golden orbs stared back at you, dark red circles rimmed it’s golden stare

“Oh my~ look at the filthy mess you’ve made, you dirty little slut” pennywise barked, stepping towards you “my! Dirty little sewer slut” he grinned before sitting down

“Come” he snapped patting his lap “But you said I couldn’t-“ you attempted a joke, but the state he gave you was stern, cold and deadly

“I said…COME!” He snapped, before dragging you roughly over his knee, your ass now presented to him like his next meal on a silver platter “Ah! Ow your hurting me! Penny what the fu-“ you were soon cut off by his to clawed fingers “Good little girls should be seen and not heard” his fingers were almost in your throat, you hadn’t a clue what was happening.

“You’ve been such a naughty, filthy little lamb Y/N” he teased before hiking your skirt up higher, his tentacles keeping you tightly in place as his hand slowly lifted behind your rear

“Now, we’re gonna play a little game~” he began, you shook your head at his silly games, but he was having none of it

“your gonna count every time I spank that little ass” he continued “and if you mess up or miss a number, they’re gonna restart and be even harsher…got it?” He hissed, you squealed and tried to squirm out of his grasp

“Ohhhh you wanna play hide and seek? Okay! If hide and I don’t find you in under 2 minutes I won’t punish you! We can doooo whatever you want~” he had crossed his fingers behind his back while saying that. You nodded and took off running, trying to find a hiding place he hasn’t seen yet, meanwhile the clown began to the countdown to your demise

“1…..2……3”

“Shit” you winced

“4…..5….6”

“Fuck fuck fuck!”

“7……8….9…”

You finally found a spot, sliding into it and shutting the door behind you ever so silently, you sunk beneath the piles of sheets and bedding

“10! Ready or not little bunny! Mr wolf is coming to find you hahahah” He cackled maniacally and began searching for you, his boots thudding against the ground in desperation. This was horrifying, he could do anything to you…you could hear doors opening and the disappointed sigh when you weren’t there “Oh my little lamb you are clever..” He then opened the door to your linen cupboard “but not clever enough- oh! Oh fuck where on earth is that little girl?” He slammed the door shut and began walking away…or so you thought

As soon as you heard a door downstairs creak open, you poked your head out and began sneaking back to your bedroom thinking you had won.

You were suddenly pinned to the ground by his clawed glove “You! You are so gullible…you think I couldn’t smell that throbbing, aching slit? Hahaha oh little one, you fell for the oldest trick in the book! You are a fly in my spider web” he giggled maniacally in pure pleasure, before dragging you back to the bedroom, a thread of drool trailing behind and a sinful, sadistic look in his eye.

@sootrootdoot

@pennywise-fucker

End of part 1🎈

Lemme know what y’all think and I’ll write the next part!!

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[comatosebunny09]

When you say he (Astarion) is nervous about initiating a kiss with you/Tav, I see him pacing back and forth by the fire clearly not acting like himself until you/Tav tell him to call his tits.

Lmfao at the “calm his tits.” 😂😂😂

The deer you’re whittling is no longer interesting.

Instead, you’re intrigued by your love, wearing a path into the soil around the fire with how much he’s paced back and forth.

Your lips twitch into a smile. Whatever’s bothering him, you’ll get to the heart of it. It’s unlike Astarion to be so anxious. The knit between his brows doesn’t suit his handsome face.

You set your carving knife down, leaning back on your hands, feet dangling from the log. “Astarion,” you caution over the crackling fire.

His shoulders tense. It’s like he’s been caught indulging in a naughty secret. He doesn’t meet your gaze, too busy running jittery fingers through his hair. He dons that mask of nonchalance. You see right through it.

“Yes, love?”

You pat the space beside you. Your tone leaves no room for argument. “Come sit.”

Silence stretches between you, save for the ballad of the katydids inhabiting the forest around. The air is so tense, you could cut through it with a blade.

You raise a brow when his lips tremble around a reply. It never comes. Your stomach plummets. Maybe something truly is troubling him.  

With a drop of his shoulders and a sigh, Astarion wanders to you, plopping down on the log. A good bit of distance rests between you. He’s rigid, avoiding your gaze at all costs. It’s hard not to when you look at him like that. A mixture of hurt and curiosity that makes something twinge in his chest.

Did you do something? Say something to offend him? You browse through the catalog of your mind for answers. Other than your usual banter, you can’t think of a single instance where you’ve done something to set him off.  

You’ve called him beautiful. Touched him with explicit permission. Acknowledged his boundaries. So…why?

Warily, you inch closer until your thighs brush. Astarion stiffens even more, a strained sound pinched from his throat. You contemplate backing off, but…well, something tells you to press on tonight. At least with subtle advances.

Maybe he needs this.

Absently, your pinky smooths over the back of his hand on his thigh. Some silent encouragement. Something is eating away at him, but you’d rather he reveal it in his own time.

No sense in trying to squeeze blood from a stone.

“I—” begins Astarion, wheedling through the mess of your thoughts.

You turn hopeful eyes to him, quizzically tilting your head. Grow a little bolder, gently placing your hand over his. Angle yourself closer, urging him to continue.

He wears something of a pout. Looks at the ground, a little contemplative, a little annoyed. It’s cute. Better than the somberness he wore before.

His eyes flit back to you, and the air is siphoned from your lungs. You’ll never get used to those eyes. The beauty they possess, the love they seem to exude only for you.

Astarion engulfs your hand with his. Takes a deep breath, as if he’s about to reveal all the world’s secrets.

Finally, he ventures, “I…want to kiss you.”

You blink. Relief surges through your chest. The rigidness you once held sloughs off, replaced by a pitying smile.

Is that all?

“Alright,” you say. Quickly shift to angle your cheek towards him.

You anticipate the brush of cold lips against your skin. Something chaste and abrupt to make your body hum with affection. To leave it aching for more.

But it never comes.

Instead, you’re met with a chuckle. An arctic finger slips beneath your chin, encouraging your gaze to return to your beloved.

“No, darling,” he softly chides. “Not like that.”

You stare at him, bemused.

There’s a humored crinkle in his eye. Sluggishly, he etches a triangle between your eyes and lips with his darkening gaze. Thumb cruises over your chin, and your lips instinctively part.

Realization settles on your shoulders. Your mouth forms around a quiet oh.

It would be your first time kissing like this in a very long time. You’ve never pushed him further than the graze of your lips on his cheek, knuckles, or the crown of his head. So, pardon you for being a little out of sorts.

A little giddy.

You find your wits scattered amongst the clouds. Feel like you’re dreaming as the forest and campfire dwindle into beautiful bokeh around you.

“A-Alright. I would…like that,” you wistfully murmur. Unconsciously, you crane your body closer, your lids drooping under the weight of his spell.

Astarion sifts through the haze and leans closer, your cheek cupped adoringly in his palm. Your hand clasps around his wrist, the other scrunched in your lap.

You’ve but milliseconds to admire the curl of his lashes before his mouth descends on yours. Pillow-soft and gentle, and you pour the deftest sound into his body.

He breaks away before you’ve any time to lose yourself in the suppleness of his lips. You whine softly, chewing on your lip whilst he chuckles. You yearn for more. Always do.

But you’ll settle for this, idly stroking his wrist with your thumb as he presses your foreheads together, appearing weightless with a youthful smile rounding his lips.

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[shadowsandshapes]

[Spicy] Dude, This is a McDonald's | (afab!Reader/Dabi)

Summary: You're craving some McDonald's so you drag Dabi along with you to go get a burger and fries, but the man cannot keep it in his pants around you. Contains: Unprotected Naughties, Semi-Public Smut, Creampie, Swearing, McDonald's Bathroom (that's a warning on its own) wc: [2.4K]

Minors DNI 🔪

Taking Dabi with you to McDonald's was a mistake.

You were just trying to get a fucking burger, not get your back blown out in a public restroom. But alas, here you were, shoved up against the toilet paper dispenser with the man’s hands groping your ass, squeezing the flesh with his large palms as he backed you up into the stall. You pressed your hands against the powder blue toilet partition wall, stifling a laugh as you read one of the little messages scrawled on the bumpy surface.

‘The future is in your hands’ — and scribbled beneath it in different handwriting: ‘my dick is the future?’ How truly poetic. Ah, public bathroom stalls: the home of the funniest jokes and best life advice you’ll ever read. And, apparently, Dabi’s favorite place to fuck. To be fair, it didn’t really matter to the villain where he got his dick wet, as long as he could have you choking on it with that pretty tongue of yours dangling aimlessly against the underside. 

“Dabi–” you complained half-heartedly.

The only reply he graced you with was a breathless chuckle before cutting you off with a searing hot kiss. Of course. There was no arguing with the man once he’d made up his mind. He fumbled, shoving his fingers beyond the edge of your waistband, eager to get his hand cupping that precious cunt of yours. 

You just had to wiggle your ass at him on the way in, didn’t you?

It started with Dabi’s hand on your waist as you went over to the digital kiosks to place an order. Whenever the two of you went out, he made it a point to hold onto you in some way, shape or form. Your hand in his. A tight grip on your waist, or middle. Anything to keep you nice and close. By his side, where you belonged. You didn’t know why Dabi was so insistent on touching you in public — perhaps he simply wanted to be close to you, or maybe he liked to show off who his pretty girl was. Whatever Dabi’s reasons were, his fingers brushed against the hem of your clothes, playing with fabric as he wrapped his arms around you from behind.

“What do you want?” you asked, feeling the villain move to rest his head on your shoulder and peer at the screen. “I’m gonna just get a burger and fries.” 

“Milkshake.” Dabi’s voice was gruff as he grunted his response in your ear. Navigating the categories until he found what he was looking for, he pointed at the menu to show you what he was craving. “And a 10-piece of nuggets.”

Having you in his arms always had the unfortunate side-effect of eroding Dabi’s ability to restrain himself. You just looked so fucking perfect with his hands on your hips. With every passing second you spent choosing your meal, Dabi became more impatient with the situation. Not for the food no. You were wearing that good perfume again. The one that made his dick hard whenever he so much as caught a whiff of it. And now that the man had his hands on you, Dabi couldn’t help himself anymore. You were so damn delicious — he was practically salivating already. His cerulean eyes traced the curve of your exposed neck, drinking in every dip and curve of bare skin you had on display. It looked so soft, inviting — and far too pristine and flawless to his liking. Not nearly enough marks and hickeys to decorate your beautiful body. He should change that.

Bruised was a really nice color on you, after all.

You gasped feeling his lips on your neck – a rush of energy flooding your body. The shiver that ran down your spine made Dabi’s grin grow wider.

“Fuck — Dabi!” you scolded, feeling his teeth sinking into the tender flesh of your exposed nape. The man was shameless as he sucked your skin between his teeth and bit down. There was no way he wasn’t leaving a hickey behind with how ferociously he was lapping at your body. Every little noise you made only riled Dabi up more – the sound of your voice, gasping and scandalized by his actions made his cock throb in anticipation.

“If you insist, baby…” he hissed out, dragging you away from the kiosk toward the bathroom. You stumbled over your own feet, trailing after Dabi as he made his way to the back of the McDonald’s dining area. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was on his mind right now and you knew for a fact that Dabi didn’t give a shit about having a quicky in public. He’d have you anytime, anywhere. As long as you were willing to spread those pretty fucking thighs for him, he was ready to stuff you full of cum without hesitation.

That’s how you ended up with one foot on the toilet seat and your hot-blooded boyfriend rutting his hard cock into your clothed pussy. Dabi’s fingers slipped into your underwear — a pleased, guttural groan rumbling in his chest as they brushed against your cunt, finding it already nice and wet for him.

“Shit, babe,” he cursed, pressing a couple of fingers into your aching heat. Just feeling your walls clench around these two digits drove him wild. His breath feels hot against your ear as he leaned in, resting his head against your shoulder while his fingers got to work prying you open to get you ready for his throbbing cock. “Here I thought I was bein’ the needy one but look at you. Guess you’re just as filthy as me, hm? That’s okay, it’s what I like about ya.”

“Dabi,” you whined desperately, back arching against the partition wall as he curled his nimble fingers inside of you. “Hurry the hell up, we’re gonna get caught —”

“We won’t be if you keep that pretty mouth of yours shut, baby.” Dabi clamped his free hand firmly over your lips, muffling whatever retort you were about to spit back at him. It was probably some sarcastic bullshit comment anyway so he wasn’t sorry about shutting you up in the slightest. “Just keep that leg up on the seat and let me handle the rest, yeah?”

When you mumbled an affirmative series of noises against the palm of his hand, Dabi chuckled. Even when he tried to keep you quiet you just couldn’t resist trying to get the last word in. It was part of your charm and just made him want to fuck you so hard until that chatty attitude of yours shattered and all you could say was his name. You knew that too. It was a fun little game the both of you liked to play, especially in a public setting like this one.

Eventually, one of you would crack and Dabi would end up balls deep inside of you.

There was no time for romance right now. He fumbled with his belt, pulling his pants down just enough to free his cock. You could feel it pressing against your inner thigh, pre-cum smearing against the edge of your panties as he rutted against you in anticipation. The fabric stretched and tensed, cutting into your skin when Dabi yanked at them — your voice catching in your throat as he ripped your underwear clean off. A twinge of annoyance flashed in your mind — that was one of your favorite pairs. Your eyes followed the fabric scraps to the floor where they lay discarded against the greasy tiles of the McDonald’s bathroom, ruined and destroyed. You didn’t have time to mourn their loss: Dabi was done wasting any more precious seconds of not fucking you senseless. The man shoved his cock inside of your sweet, warm pussy — groaning with a desperation that set the hair in the back of your neck on end.

Your head lightly banged against the power blue partition wall and your foot nearly slipped off the toilet seat as Dabi began thrusting into you. The movements were shallow and sharp, grinding deliciously against that spongey spot inside of you that he loved to bully with his pierced cock. It’s like the guy knew exactly where to hit you to make you whimper and cry like a common whore. He could feel your hungry breaths catching against his palm — fingers clasping tightly over your lips to keep you from screaming.

“Keep it down, princess, this is a fucking family establishment,” Dabi taunted with a breathless whisper, never once slowing down his pace or pausing to let you catch a break. 

You could only mewl into his hand, struggling to keep your heavenly cries under control each time he slammed his hips into you. Dabi’s burning blue eyes are glued to yours as he roughly pistoned his cock as far as it would go into your precious pussy. You felt so fucking perfect — he couldn’t get enough of you. Hell, half the time you two ended up fucking in a bathroom it was because Dabi couldn’t keep his dick from twitching at the sight of you. Even now, when he had you clenching on his fat cock, he wanted more. Harder. Deeper. Faster. It would never be enough. The toilet stall walls groaned and creaked with each thrust, shaking as they threatened to shamble off the hinges the longer you two spent inside the cubicle.

You could feel his tip grinding up against your cervix as Dabi leaned his full weight into you.

For now, the bathrooms were deserted but it would be naive to think they would remain that way. It was both thrilling and terrifying to know that the threat of someone catching the two of you in the act was very real. It added an itching urgency to the way Dabi moved, goading him into finishing this little romp as quickly as possible. He was doing a bang-up job at that. Your legs trembled as he fucked himself into you, eagerly slamming you down on his cock.

“Ssh, ssh, ssh —” he cooed when you got too loud again, pressing his lips against your forehead for a quick kiss. If it were any other man, the gesture might have been soothing. But this was Dabi: you knew better. The man was taunting you, taking pleasure in the fact that his pretty girl couldn’t moan for him like she wanted to. “Shut the hell up, you’re gonna get us caught…”

The way your eyes fluttered each time Dabi shoved his cock into your sweet cunt, your breath fanning against the palm of his hand — there was just something so fucking hot about your flushed face leaning back against the toilet stall like that. You looked completely helpless and desperate, just the way Dabi liked to have you. Grinding on his cock like you had something to prove, gasping and whining into the palm of his hand. You sounded almost like you were choking. He was utterly obsessed with that blissfully fucked-out look in your eyes. The sight alone was enough to make him wanna fill that pretty pussy of yours with his spunk. His fingers tightened their grip as he picked up the pace, digging into the soft flesh of your cheeks and admiring the way your face puffed up in his grip.

“You look so fucking good like this,” Dabi panted into your ear. His cock twitched in anticipation of what was to come. The man was so ready to fill you up with his thick, velvety cum. Every muffled moan you let out pushed him closer to the edge, urging him to cum in that heavenly cunt of yours. But there was one more thing he needed before he could finally give in to that desire. “I need you to cum on this dick, baby. C’mon, do it for me. I need to feel that pussy gushing on my cock, give it to me…” Dabi’s free hand grabbed your thigh and pressed it against the stall, spreading you open even more so he could shove himself even deeper and harder into you. You cried out, squirming at the feeling of his flushed tip plunging into your quivering pussy.

There was no holding back anymore. You couldn’t if you tried. Not with the man’s cock practically spearing you into oblivion.

Dabi felt your sweet cunt clenching, walls fluttering furiously and tightly around his hard cock as your orgasm crashed over you. He fucked you through each wave, shoving your body against the partition wall as it buckled and shook under the pressure. Feeling you clenching on his dick was all Dabi needed to drop his load inside of you as well. His teeth sank into your neck in an attempt to muffle his groans as he spilled his cum into you, cock pulsing with each ripple of pleasure that coursed through him. You felt your legs trembling, struggling to stay upright in the cramped toilet stall as he pumped you full. Thank fuck for Dabi holding you up or you would have sank through your knees ages ago. Every sweet, hot ounce of his cum poured into you, dribbling down and gathering at the base of his cock as he churned your insides until he was completely, utterly satisfied.

Once Dabi was completely spent, he pulled out and released your breathless mouth from his grasp. Quickly shoving his cock back into his pants and buckling up, the man cast a glance through the cracks of the toilet stall to see if anyone had walked in. The room was deserted. You were in the clear — having gotten away with a quick fuck in a McDonald’s bathroom. It was quite thrilling but also deeply embarrassing. Not exactly the type of passionate encounter you’d brag about to your friends.

You were perfectly happy to never tell a damn soul what had happened here today.

“Looks like it’s our lucky day,” Dabi chuckled out, grinning from ear to ear as he basked in the thrill of your public little tryst. Ripping a piece of toilet paper from the holder, he dabbed you clean and wiped away his spunk before chucking it in the bowl, flushing. It was a nice gesture, really, since you didn’t have a pair of panties to cover yourself with anymore.

As you both made your way out of the bathroom, you smoothed out the creases in your clothes, trying to act normal. Luckily for you, no one seemed to be paying any mind to the two of you stumbling back into the restaurant, looking like you just ran a marathon. 

“Y’know, babe —” Dabi said, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pulled you in close. You could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke, whispering into your ear like he was telling you a secret. “I McLoved that.”

“You’re the fucking worst.”

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Fushiguro Toji X Reader

cw: age gap, slight bondage, spanking, voyeuriesm (kinda), college au

Toji glanced at you from the corner of his eye. Watching you innocently strut around his house in that short little skirt of yours. The ruffles swaying side to side as you walked, frustrating him as he saw a peek at your cute pink underwear. He knew he wasn’t supposed to feel like this towards his son’s friend.

You were merely only a college student. Heck, he was old enough to be your dad. But that didn’t stop him from eyeing you all over the moment you entered his home. He knew he wanted to claim you the moment he set his eyes on you.

You were just the kind of girl he liked. Innocent, unsuspecting, naive, and ignorant. At least that was what he thought. After the first few days of your visits, he had learned something quite interesting about you. That beneath that cute exterior, was a vixen. He knew it when you started wearing those skimpy outfits of yours, purposely wiggling your hips whenever you walked by him, ‘accidentally’ brushing a knowing hand on his crotch, bending down just enough to show him the curvature of your butt. He swore, he could make out your pussy lips. It was a sign. A sign that what he desired was right in front of him, but he could never get it.

He must admit, he never expected someone like you to be so two faced. But, he was going to show you. He was going to show you what happens when you vex a man like him. It was the perfect opportunity. Megumi had gone out, leaving you behind to let you finish your half of the project. Taking the chance, Toji observed the way you moved about Megumi’s room through the door. He nearly pounced on you when you reached up over to take a pen on the top of the cupboard. Your skirt rising up to show him your pert, juicy ass.

Toji groaned, you were like a sitting duck, and he was the hunter. He discreetly opened the door and locked it from the inside, making his way towards you. He cornered you like a little mouse, pressing you against the cupboard. He heard your breath hitch, and he grinned. Guess you weren’t all you cut out to be.

“Naughty little girl. Having fun, were you? Teasing me in front of my own son... were you hoping I’d lose control? Were you hoping I’d bend you over the kitchen table, and fuck you while Megumi watched? Does that shit get you hot? Disgusting... didnt your parents ever teach you some manners?” You shuddered as his hot breath hit your nape, his hard on pressing on your ass.

Toji stepped back a few and spoke again. “Luckily, I know how to deal with desperate, cock hungry sluts like you.” He took off his belt and used it to bind your hands behind your back. He reached over for Megumi’s tie, that was on one of the hangers and used it as a blindfold, temporarily blinding you.

With your senses heightened, you were starting to feel a little paranoid. Toji chuckled as he saw you struggling a bit. He moved and grasped the end of his belt and lead you to the bed, shoving you down on top of the mattress. He dragged your skirt and panties down and began to run his hands on the skin of your ass.

“Now, little girl. I want you to count, got it? I’ll tell you when to stop.” As soon as he finished his sentence, you felt a sharp pain on your ass. Each hit more forceful than the last. Each smack stimulating your clit, making you even more wet than you you were before. After a thirty unbearable strikes, Toji finally tells you to stop counting.

Thinking it was finally over, you began to relax. But you jolted forward when you felt something slimy on you cunt. “Mmm... so wet. Did something like that turn you on? And you taste fucking incredible. What would your parents think when they find out their daughter is a kinky little shit.”

You whimpered, having enough of resisting him. “Please, Toji. Do something.” You wiggled your hips at him, hoping he would get the message. When he did, he grinned and dove down to lick a stripe up your slit, flicking your clit. One of his thick fingers came to prod at your pussy lips, spreading it open for Toji to plunge his tongue inside you. “Yess... Toji, m’so close.”

Instead of helping you cum, Toji moves away. Tears well up in your eyes as you thrash around. “If you want me to help you cum, beg for it, baby.”

“Toji please, please fuck me. I don’t care if I have to crawl out of here, I just need your cock, please-“ You were cut short when you felt the sharp pain of his dick entering into your cunt. “Good fucking girl.” Toji praised as he thrusted into you from behind. His hands gripping onto your hips, surely leaving bruises with how hard he was holding them.

He tugged on his belt that was tied around your hands and brought you up straight. Pressing you against his chest, he grasped on of your thighs and tugged them upwards, hitting his cock deeper with the new angle. The tip of his rod kissing your cervix with every thrust.

“You like that, baby? Fuck, I know you do. You’re getting so incredibly wet. God, you’re mine now. All mine. Mine. Mine. Mine...” Toji’s words began to fall into nonsense as his thrusts lost its rhythm. A sign that he was close to cumming. Your body also began convulsing, the coil in your stomach tightening until it snapped and you clenched down hard on his rod, your orgasm washing over you as Toji began to fill your womb to the brim with his cum.

As you both lay panting on the side of the mattress, you were both unaware of the person that stood on the other side of the door, panting as he finished blowing his own load. He clicked his tongue, disgusted by the fact that he got off to his father fucking his friend.

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[wanghyunjiin]

—movie night, bc.

pairing — bf!Chan x afab!reader

plot— Chris gets needy, and the movie can wait.

word count - 1.2k

content - teasing, oral (f receiving), facesitting, petnames (baby, princess)

warnings — sexual content, 18+ ONLY

Movie night was going about as well as you had thought it would.

You were in the kitchen making popcorn for the third time, your boyfriend still sprawled out on the couch. The first bowl had been devoured quickly, both of you opting to chow down on the salty snack rather than attempting to make dinner—which neither of you were very good at, so this seemed like the better idea—and the second had been flipped onto the floor when Chris fell victim to a jump scare.

You walked back into the room only to find he’d now gotten very comfortable and decided to take up the entire couch with his legs stretched out across the half you had previously been sitting on. You raised an eyebrow at the man in question, Chris now looking at you after hearing your footsteps.

“I’m glad you’re comfy, so where am I supposed to sit?” One hand resting on your hip, the other still holding the freshly popped snack.

Chris turned to lay flat on his back against the seat cushions, legs still taking up your seat. He laced his fingers behind his head and cocked an eyebrow, a small smirk now making an appearance.

“My face is pretty comfy, and this seat isn’t taken.”

He made a kissy face, and you couldn’t tell where the joke ended.

With a roll of your eyes, you walked over to the couch and tapped the side of his thigh with the back of your hand. “Very funny, move your legs so we can start the next movie.”

Sitting up now, Chris grabbed your wrist, stroking your soft skin in circles with his thumb.

“Who said I was joking?”

You froze for a second. Surely he didn’t-

Before you could finish that thought, Chris had pulled you towards him, sending the bowl of popcorn—that you still hadn’t set down for some reason—flying through the air. Now you were straddling his lap,  your hands resting on his shoulders to keep yourself upright while his had moved down to grip your waist.

“Chris! I’m not cleaning that up, you bette-“

He cut you off again, pressing his plush lips to yours firmly with a light chuckle. Thumbs now rubbing up and down over the soft skin of your hips, as his hands slid under your shirt, the warmth of them was always so comforting. Pulling you tighter against his chest, Chris deepened the kiss. His tongue trailed across your lower lip before biting it softly, earning a small moan from you. You brought your fingers up to card through his thick hair, pressing yourself against him.

Chris’ tongue pushed between your lips, taking dominance over your own. His hands slid down from your hips slowly, making their way around you and down over the soft curve of your ass. He squeezed firmly, moaning into your mouth at just how well he could feel the soft flesh through the thin sleep shorts you opted to wear—the ones that always leave him begging to fuck you—and lifted his right hand only to drop it back on your ass with a light smack.

Smirking against your mouth from the soft whimper he swallowed, Chris pulled his lips away from yours reluctantly. His eyes now dark, as they raked over your body hungrily.

“You liked that? You naughty girl.” He drawled, voice now even huskier, sending heat straight to your core.

You bit your lip, fighting the urge to quip back. Your fingers released their hold on his bleached locks and slid down over his shoulders to rest against his firm chest, curling around the soft fabric of his shirt. Rocking your hips lightly against him to relieve the ache in your core, you felt Chris growing hard beneath you, a groan parting his lips at the friction.

“Fuck baby, that feels so good…” He panted, his forehead resting against your shoulder for a moment before lifting and pressing his lips to the shell of your ear. “You wanna sit on my face, Princess? I haven’t tasted you in so long.”

Mind now clouded with lust, you nod eagerly. Eyes fixated on his now slightly swollen lips and the way his tongue poked out to drag across them, leaving them damp and glistening, your mind going straight into the gutter. You were lucky, one of Chris’ favourite things to do in bed was go down on you. He told you from the beginning that it turned him on so much just watching the way you writhed and begged for more, and you weren’t planning on turning it down any time soon.

Now with your approval, you were being pushed up towards your boyfriend’s face, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass as he brought your core to hover above him.

“You’re so wet for me baby… You soaked right through your shorts too.”

A soft chuckle escaped Chris’ lips as he dragged his nose along the damp patch between your thighs. You whimper in embarrassment at how needy you look and instinctively try to press your thighs together.

“Ah ah ahhh…” Chris tightens his grip on your thighs to hold them open for him “Don’t be shy Princess, do you want me to make you cum?”

“Y-yes, please…” You whispered, loud enough for him to just about hear you, and that was all Chris needed.

With two long, slender fingers, he pushed your shorts and panties to the side. His eyes take in your soaked pink lips hungrily, before licking a thick stripe up your slit, relishing in how sweet you tasted.

“Mmm, you taste so fucking good baby, and your pussy is so pretty.” He purrs, drinking in how fucked out you already look when he’s barely even touched you. You feel yourself getting even wetter—if it were possible—at the sight of your boyfriend under you, his plush lips already coated in your arousal.

His tongue is back against your pussy, now lapping at your swollen clit—sucking the sensitive bud between his lips—forcing a loud cry of pleasure to escape your parted lips in between heavy pants. You felt a finger join Chris’ tongue and drag through your folds, gathering your wetness to lubricate it before pushing inside you slowly.

“Shit- you’re so tight..” He mumbled, pulling his mouth away from you for a moment to take in the sight of his finger disappearing into your heat, another long digit joining the first after he felt you relax around it.

Bringing his mouth back to your sopping wet core, you felt his lips wrap around your sensitive bud once more—your eyes rolling back, and back arching with your fingers raked through his hair—as he sucked harshly, feeling you tighten around his fingers he knew you were close.

Curling his digits inside you, Chris flattened his tongue against your clit and shook his head from side to side. The new sensation brought up a familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach, whispered curses leaving your lips- repeating like a mantra as your orgasm built up.

With a final curl of his fingers brushing just the right spot inside you, your mouth opened in a silent scream of ecstasy, pleasure washing over you as your thighs trembled. You heard Chris moan deliciously, tasting your release coating his tongue, your essence drenching his lips and a small trail escaping the corner of his mouth.

He slowly pulled his fingers from you, a whimper leaving your lips at the sudden emptiness. Chris left a soft, wet kiss on your inner thigh before releasing you from his grip.

Panting softly, you looked around.

“Fuck, there’s popcorn everywhere.”

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[meiliarotten]

Lingerie Headcanons (All Mercs!)

🔞Minors DNI🔞

The Masterlist

👟 Scout 👟

Honestly I see scout as the kind of guy that gets worked up if you just happen to wear a bra and panties that match.

He just likes the idea that you put thought into what you were gonna wear for him

If you really wanna play to a fantasy though…

Playboy Bunny suits

It’s stereotypical, but people find those outfits sexy for a reason, so can you really blame him?

Favorite colors- he would claim to like the typical red and black, but I honestly think he has a soft spot for pink.

And he definitely doesn’t know shit about lingerie styles (tbh, neither do I. I’m looking at charts and cosmopolitan articles as I write this) so a simple bra and panty set suits him just fine

🦅 Soldier 🦅

Just dress up as the Statue of Liberty, he’ll be all over you

Ok, I’m kidding. Kinda. On to the serious stuff.

I think less is more with Soldier. I’m thinking vintage pinup aesthetic really gets him going

I know it’s not technically lingerie, but hear me out

Wear a dress or top that shows off your chest or “accidentally” drop something only to bend over in a skirt that’s conveniently just a bit too short

Bonus points if your wearing some actual lingerie beneath that skirt, flashing a bit of lace

Tease him, see if you can crack that strict drill sergeant demeanor her tries so hard to maintain

Once you're in private just know he’s not going to hold back on you.

favorite colors are red white and blue. No, I will not be backing down on this.

🔥 Pyro 🔥

the more colorful, the better with this one!

That goes double for frills.

Honestly the two of you could probably make a whole day out of you trying on different outfits and strutting around like a runway model, much to their delight

Pyro is like your own personal cheerleader

May also enjoy sexy costumes (nurses, French maids, etc), but I don’t see them as being much into roleplay, so those are probably more for fun

The fashion show usually ends when an outfit is just too hot for them to resist 😏

Because Pyro fucks and I will die on that hill

Their favorite colors for lingerie would be shades ranging from fire red to pastel pink

Favorite style is either babydolls or rompers. They just think you look so cute in them!

💥 Demoman 💥

He probably has the most ‘traditional’ lingerie tastes of everyone

Nothing too fancy, just a silk chemise or a pair of lacy black panties will do just fine

He definitely loves being surprised with it now and then. Undressing you to find that you’re wearing something special is always a turn on

Sometimes he’ll even save up to buy you a pair for special occasions like anniversaries.

He always gets super flustered when giving it to you, though. It’s really freaking cute

That said, if you really want to get him going, wear a pair of his boxers

You know those guys who think it’s hot as fuck when their partners wear their boxers or briefs?

Yeah, Demo’s one of those guys, 100%

Plus, you get to wear comfy, loose underwear. It’s a win-win!

🥊 Heavy 🥊

Heavy doesn’t have any need for fancy lingerie

Honestly he’s kinda terrified of tearing it. That stuff is expensive!

That said, he does enjoy the way you look in a teddy.

When he learns the name of the garment he’ll call you his “little bear.” It quickly becomes his favorite pet name for you

Favorite colors- doesn’t really have any. He thinks you look pretty in any hue.

That said, one thing that gets him even more worked up than lingerie?

Is when you wear one of his shirts- obviously way to big for you, fitting you like a nightgown- and nothing else.

🔧 Engineer 🔧

this is gonna be stereotypical as hell

And honestly he’s very aware of how stereotypical it is and he’s a little ashamed of it

But if you wore a sexy cowgirl costume he would be on you in a nanosecond

But let’s run with that- I think Engie likes costumes

This man has a secret knack for roleplay, I’m telling you

Naughty nurses, feathery show girls, a college student with a low cut blouse who would do anything for a passing grade

He does have some more vanilla tastes as well though. For example I think he loves the simplicity of a camisole or nightgown

Favorite colors would include white and baby blue

🏥 Medic 🏥

I will PERISH on this hill- Medic is a thigh man.

He LOVES the way stockings hug your legs. (In fact I’ve written a fic about this exact scenario)

He would also go feral over a sexy nurse outfit. Is it stereotypical? Yes. But it is also very hot. (I have also written a fic about this)

He’s definitely bold enough to just outright ask you to wear something for him, perhaps a blood red bustier and some matching garters (to play into that thigh kink I mentioned)

However he leaves it up to you when you will be wearing said thing, maintaining some element of surprise.

Once he actually sees you in it, perhaps waiting for him in his private quarters after a long day of work, he will take his time to admire you, making you do a little spin for him

He’ll definitely tease you and refuse to undress you until you're begging for his touch on your bare skin.

🦘 Sniper 🦘

Sniper is not a picky man when it comes to sex

That said, lingerie is always a welcome surprise

His only preference comes down to the style of the lingerie- he prefers crotchless designs.

He doesn’t see the point of wearing something sexy if he has to take it off to fuck you

Styles where the bottom of the panties can be easily pulled to the side also work for this

I think he also enjoys silkier textures.

He’ll run his hands over the fabric both during and after sex, almost as a way to soothe himself and come down from the high

Neither of you really know why this calms him down so much

🌹 Spy 🌹

Spy has sugar daddy energy and will probably buy lingerie for you

Expect the fanciest, silkiest garments that money can buy.

Chemise, robes, and negligee (which is basically the “wealthy widow whose husband died under mysterious circumstances” robe, according to the internet)

Most often they would be in traditional black, but I feel like a deep violet or midnight blue could also be appealing to him.

Oh and get ready to be teased to hell and back.

Spy likes to take his time, especially when you’re wearing something nice for him. After all, what’s the point if he just strips it off of you immediately? (plus this stuff is expensive so he’s gotta get his money’s worth out of this.)

He loves teasing you

#tf2 x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #merc x reader #minors dni #smut #tf2 smut #team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 headcanons #headcanon #headcanons #team fortress #team fortress two

[tintinwrites]

ulterior motives | Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader (1 of 2)

A/N: Wow, long time, no Poe! And a long time without posts. I just haven’t been motivated to write (or finish what I start) and time is moving so quickly, I can’t even keep track of it. My goodness!!!!

Rating: 18+

Warning: Canon typical violence, naughty words, people assuming you were promoted for doing sexual favors and it is heavily discussed.

Word Count: 4,499, apparently!

Summary: Post-war with The First Order, your generals, Poe and Finn, promote you to commander of your squadron. Not everyone is happy about it, especially with how close you and Poe seem to be.

GIF Credit: ^^^^

You couldn’t help but smile as you hopped down from your ship, removing your helmet and tucking it under your arm, watching your fellow pilots leave their own X-wings to greet the people awaiting you all.

There was nothing more satisfying than a successful mission where nobody got hurt.

There were still remnants of the First Order, desperate people with no personality outside of the dictatorship, as well as new groups popping up. The galaxy simply couldn’t exist without someone with bad intentions wanting to rule it.

When one of your generals sent your squadron out to nip one of the groups in the bud, you hadn’t expected to be ambushed by their ships as soon as you broke the atmosphere for the planet their headquarters were on.

But, even taken by surprise, you managed to take each one of them out and suffer nothing but superficial damage to your ship and the others’. One day in maintenance and they’d all be good as new, like they never even left the hangar.

“Captain,” said a familiar voice from behind you and you nearly jumped, turning to find Poe was approaching you with a proud smile.

“General Dameron,” you breathed out, nearly stumbling over the name as you fought away your own shy smile.

He had that effect on everyone and you were certainly no exception. He was handsome already, but he’d grown a beard speckled with white since taking over as co-general and it made him so…distinguished. He let his hair grow out a bit and it was just barely graying at the temples. He was smart and strong and kind and toned and his eyes would crinkle at the corners when he’d smile at you or laugh or—

How could you not feel something? It was a little embarrassing, the way your heart would jump at the sight of him and your breath would catch when you spoke with him, and your palms would sweat just from being near him. But you couldn’t blame yourself or anyone else for that matter.

You tried your best to not reveal your feelings, hiding genuine yearning behind banter and what could possibly be construed as flirting. And sometimes you couldn’t help how you looked at him, especially when there were times where he looked at you in such a way that you thought that…maybe…

But he was one of your generals and you were just someone with a silly crush. Just like everyone else. You weren’t special, the two of you weren’t fated to be an item just because you liked him. It just…was what it was.

“Looks like Finn did a good job entrusting you with the squadron for this mission.” Poe looked around the tarmac at the other pilots, who were all animatedly telling anyone near them how intense and ‘cool’ the fight was.

You felt a touch of pride, but you just smiled. “I couldn’t have done it without them.”

You looked at him to find he was looking at you now, like he was considering something. When he didn’t say anything and you found yourself wanting to squirm beneath his gaze, you cut through the silence.

“Do I have something on my face?” You leveled him with a jokingly annoyed expression and he looked away with a laugh.

“Nothing that needs fixing,” he said offhandedly, biting his lip in thought for a moment before he looked at you again. “I wanna talk to you about something. In private.”

Your heart felt like it leapt out of your chest, mind immediately racing as it tried to figure out what he would want to talk about. Had you done something wrong? Was he going to ask you out?

You waved the thoughts away and smiled a little too brightly. “Sure! What’s up?”

“No, no, go take a shower and get changed, come to my office after.”

“Are you saying I stink, General?” Your typical banter was only slightly delayed as you tried to calm yourself.

“I’m just saying, I want to be able to inhale when I talk to you.”

Despite him being your superior, you gave him a playful shove that made him stumble back a bit, shaking your head as he laughed. “You’re horrible.”

“And you like it.” You did. Because he never meant it and just wanted to make you…make people laugh. “See you in fifteen?”

“We’ll see if I even show up now.”

——————————————————————————

You were outside of Poe’s office fourteen and a half minutes later, clean and in comfier clothes than a flightsuit; you sped through the process, both eager and nervous about what Poe wanted to talk to you about.

You took a deep breath to fail at calming your nerves before you knocked on the door.

“No one’s here!”

“Oh, then I guess I can just come back another day.” You barely made it a few feet down the hall before the door slid open and Poe was peeking out, smirking at you. “Oh! I thought no one was there.”

“I snuck by when you weren’t looking. Come in.” He nodded and stepped away, and you followed him into the room as the door shut again.

His office was simple, a desk and a few chairs, some necessary technology, a few little personal touches like toys from his childhood or cool things he found on missions. There was one across the hall for Finn that was nearly identical, but he had a lot more personal touches as he discovered new, wonderful things he enjoyed every day.

You sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk as he sat in his, and you waited for him to start the conversation. He was just smiling at you. You stared at him before you squirmed in your seat, feeling awfully hot for some reason. “What did you need to talk to me about?”

“Oh, right, uh…” He sat back in his seat, clearing his throat. “You know how Finn asked you to oversee your mission because Commander Nichos had to step away?”

You nodded. Nichos and you weren’t too close, but he was nice and you respected him, so you were concerned when you found out he wouldn’t be on the mission.

“Well, his wife is pregnant. And he wants to step down as commander so he can just have a family…in peace.” He started to rearrange things on his desk. “Since we’re not in a war and I want his kid to have a dad, I agreed.”

“That’s kind of you.” Poe was a fair general as far as you were concerned. He could get a little worked up sometimes, but it was only when it was necessary.

“But that means we won’t have a commander for your squadron and I’ve been thinking about it and talking to Finn…and we want you.”

You stared. “Want me to do what?”

“Take over as commander…but only if you want to.”

Slowly, you started to register what he was asking you and a smile spread across your face. “I…I would be honored. Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure.” He rolled his eyes playfully at you.

“This…thank you!” You’d been hoping to climb the ranks with your hard work and you so loved overseeing missions and your squadron. Not to mention, you felt so accomplished and flattered, knowing Poe and Finn thought you were capable enough. “Can I hug you?”

“You know I love hugs.”

You were around the desk and on him so fast, making him grunt as you hugged him tight. You would’ve been in his lap if you didn’t keep your feet on the ground. He laughed warmly in your ear and the sound made you melt, knees buckling as his arm came around you and he gently rubbed your back.

You pulled back after a moment and his arm loosened around you, but it didn’t fall. You stared at each other and you couldn’t help admiring how handsome he was, how soft his eyes were when he looked at you. Did he just glance at your lips? Were you imagining things to give yourself hope?

“General Dameron, I— oh.” You both turned to see a member of your squadron had entered; it was Valin, a typical tall, dark, and handsome man. He was a bit aloof, but a good pilot and fighter.

“Well, your breath smells fine to me!” you said quickly, inwardly cringing as you pulled away from Poe. He looked amused, but turned his attention to Valin.

“Hey, we were just finishing up if you wanna take a seat.” Poe nodded to you that you could leave, which you did in a bit of a daze.

Both from the awkwardness of Valin’s entrance and…whatever the hell that other feeling was. It felt like a strange mixture of hope, longing, and disappointment.

You were almost certain that you wanted to kiss Poe and that he wanted to kiss you back. You did want to kiss Poe.

But he was your general! And everyone wanted him! You were being ridiculous, making things up because you were excited and he was gorgeous. So unbelievably gorgeous…

It would never work, but it was nice to flirt and pretend. Even with your logic, you still wished Valin hadn’t walked in and interrupted whatever was going to happen.

Would Poe have kissed you? Would you be the one who initiated it? Would you both lean in, only to smack your noses together and laugh and break the tension that shouldn’t have been there? It was good that Valin walked in.

Great, even. It made things way less complicated that you weren’t able to kiss one of your generals.

You tried to shift your focus to your new role as commander and how excited you were, but you weren’t sure if you couldn’t stop smiling because of that or because it really seemed like Poe wanted to kiss you.

——————————————————————————

There was a celebration the night it was announced that you were promoted to commander and Valin was promoted to captain; everyone chattered, laughed, and even danced as they enjoyed delicious food and dizzying drinks.

Everyone but Valin, but it didn’t seem out of the ordinary given the distance he always kept between himself and the others. He just stood in the corner, sipping on a strong drink. You supposed he kept his emotions about being promoted to himself.

Regardless, you were having a great time with all your friends celebrating you, and other squadron members congratulating you and telling you how right you were for the job.

Poe observed for most of the night until you - a little buzzed, forgetting embarrassment despite the heat in your body - dragged him over to dance. He didn’t mind, joining in on the fun like he wasn’t one of your highest superiors.

Things were so different with the war over. While there were still problems to be dealt with, they were fewer and farther between, which meant you had time for celebrations and access to real food instead of rations.

You could enjoy your lives to some extent.

“Congratulations again. I gotta get this guy out of here,” said Kelsa, a member of the Blue Squadron, as she helped her husband Adharan out of the room. He was a member of your squadron and he was mumbling random things all the way.

There were few people left at the celebration as the night grew late and everyone felt the true effects of what they drank. It was you, Poe, Finn, a few new faces, and Valin left.

The group of newbies left and your eyes widened when you saw Finn with one of them. You looked at Poe in question when he plopped down next to you with a groan. “Someone made a friend.”

He laughed. “He’s been looking at her like a barghest pup since she joined. It’s about time.”

“Yeah…” You stared at him, the alcohol coursing through you doing a great job at making you forget why it was good you hadn’t kissed Poe the other day.

He had such perfect lips. He was made to be kissed and you wanted to do the kissing.

You didn’t even realize you were leaning in until you felt his fingers on your lips, stopping you from meeting his. He looked like he was almost in pain. “You’re drunk.”

“Not drunk enough to not know what I’m doing.” You mumbled against his finger tips, turning your head to lean into his touch.

“Maybe not, but you’re drunk enough to not think it through. I’m not gonna take advantage of that.” He slowly removed his hand, being sure you were holding your own head up and not relying on him. “I don’t want you to regret it in the morning.”

You knew refusing to take advantage of someone under the influence was the bare minimum a person could do, but you liked Poe so much, it felt like he’d just offered you a million credits. “You’re such a good guy.”

There was a snorted laugh and you looked over to see Valin walking by, but his face was so emotionless that you figured you heard wrong. You wanted to reach out to him even if he was distant, so you stood. “Captain.”

He just stared straight into your soul, only looking away once he was approaching the door.

You scoffed. “Talk about having a stick up your-“

Poe quickly stood and slapped a hand over your mouth, pulling you to his side as he grinned and waved at Valin with his free hand. “Goodnight!”

Valin’s eyes were darker as he left and you continued to mumble behind Poe’s palm. He made sure the other man was likely out of earshot before he moved his hand away.

“-and another thing, who stands in a corner and glares at everyone when they were just promoted? You should be celebrating! And I’ve been so nice to you and you just stare at me! Why?!”

Poe pressed his lips together and patted your shoulder, gently guiding you toward the door. “Yeah, you’re not in your right mind. Let’s get you to bed.”

——————————————————————————

It was a few days later that you noticed that people didn’t seem as excited for you anymore. It couldn’t just be in your mind that everyone was glaring at you, whispering to each other as soon as you were too far to hear them.

You wondered if you’d done something embarrassing at the celebration, but you remembered all of it and the most embarrassing thing you’d done was try to kiss Poe. That wasn’t reputation destroying, was it?

You did your best to ignore it, but the more people whispered without telling you what the problem was, the more irritated and nervous you became.

The tarmac outside of the base was crowded with people as Blue Squadron prepared to leave for a mission, but all conversations hushed as you walked through. The throngs parted, friends and acquaintances and people you didn’t even recognize staring at you. You felt big and small at the same time, like you were taking up too much space for the meaningless person you were in their eyes.

You just kept walking, wanting to wish the squadron luck before going.

Kelsa was about to get into her ship, but she stopped and looked at you with pity. That was better than being stared at like you were an abomination…maybe…pretty sure…you had no idea if it was better or worse. What was there to pity?

You approached their commander, Alsafi, and did your best to smile. “Hey, I just wanted to wish you luck out there.”

She regarded you for a moment like you were a lowly creature she could easily step on, then she lifted her chin and straightened her shoulders. “You know, I was assigned as commander of the Blue Squadron because I worked hard.”

You furrowed your brow. “Yeah…you’re the perfect fit, anyone knows that.”

She hummed and started to climb the ladder to her ship, saying over her shoulder, “I don’t need luck from General Dameron’s pet.

Your eyes widened and you quickly grabbed her ankle to stop her ascent. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, come on!” She clenched her jaw and kicked you away easily, so she could hop back onto the tarmac and loom over you with her impressive height. “Everybody knows. How could he not grant you such a favor when you’ve been granting his?”

You opened and closed your mouth a few times in shock, turning to the crowd where some were staring and others quickly pretended they hadn’t been. “Is…is that what you all think? I was promoted to commander because I’m sleeping with Poe?”

A murmur fluttered across the group, some people saying nasty and hateful things while others begrudgingly admitted their beliefs. A few people were silent, obviously not believing the rumor, but too frightened by the general consensus to stick up for you.

That included members of your own squadron, people you’d known the longest, who’d been the most vocal about how happy they were that you were their commander.

“You all know Poe would never do that! That I…I would never accept…I…” You were so flustered by all the anger and judgment pointed towards you. “Kolb, Navi, come on, you know that’s not why!” Your fellow pilots looked ashamed as they stayed silent, so you turned to the ever stoic Valin.

Something was different in his eyes.

“Valin was promoted to captain! Poe and Finn were just moving up their best pilots to fill a space. Tell them.”

“I saw them together with my own eyes,” he said as he stared at you coldly. “And now you claim to be one of our best pilots? Better than me or the rest of our squadron?”

Your face fell. “No…I didn’t mean that…I just mean…we should trust their decisions, I…and what do you mean, you saw us?!”

“In his office, after everyone left the party…”

You scoffed and laughed nervously because, while you hadn’t done anything, you knew the position was compromising and you were filling with unfounded guilt. Or was it unfounded? You did feel that Poe liked you. Did he just promote you because he liked you?

No, he wouldn’t do that. Would he? He promoted Valin too. Maybe he liked Valin.

“We were hugging in his office because I was excited, and I was drunk at the party! Come on, you guys don’t really believe this!”

“If he was just promoting his best pilots, Valin should have been commander and you should have stayed captain,” Alsafi said before climbing into her ship.

Valin leaned in close to you as the crowd began to dissipate, their decision made. “Everyone sees how you look at each other. You think we’re stupid?”

You floundered, but couldn’t come up with a defense before he shouldered past you. What were you supposed to do? Nobody believed you.

All you could think was one thing; hide.

You ran, pushing past anyone who was left, bolting right back into the base so you could hide from their stares and assumptions, humiliated by their lack of faith in your abilities as well as them thinking you were sleeping with Poe.

You were just turning the hallway that held your quarters when you bumped into someone solid, hard enough that the two of you fell into a heap on the floor. He grunted and you gasped, panting.

“Hey, you okay?”

Your eyes widened when they met Poe’s and you quickly scrambled off him and crawled back until you hit the wall, wanting to put distance between you. You couldn’t imagine if someone walked in and found you on top of him.

His brow furrowed as he sat up. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

You didn’t know what to say and you felt panicked as tears welled in your eyes; from how much you liked Poe, and how much you wanted to be commander, and how everyone thought there was a correlation between the two. You opened your mouth and all that came out was a sob.

“Hey…” Poe softened and reached for you, but you quickly moved to your feet and pressed your back against the wall.

“Thank you, but I don’t think I should be commander.” It was like you were replying to a conversation he hadn’t been let in on, and you saw the confusion on his face before you darted down the hallway.

“Wait!” You could hear him calling after you and heard his footsteps running behind you for a moment, but you didn’t dare look back.

Part of you wanted to cry in his arms. The other part feared someone seeing you in another compromising position.

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You stayed in your quarters for days, too frightened to face the stares or to wrestle with your feelings for Poe. You were also too scared to see his reaction to you turning down the role of commander.

Everyone had rations and a private refresher in their room, so you didn’t even have any reason to leave.

Maybe if you stayed there for a year or two, everyone would forget about this and Valin would be the new commander.

You peeked out from under your covers when you heard a knock on the door. “Who is it?”

“It’s Poe.”

“—no one’s here.”

“Should I rephrase that and say that your general is standing out here, in the freezing cold hallway?” When you gave no response, the door slid open and in walked Poe with a sympathetic expression. He looked around before grabbing the chair from your small desk and moving it to face your bed, sitting down. “Kelsa told me what happened.”

You groaned and pulled the covers over your head. “So you see why I can’t be commander and you agree? I’m glad we had this talk.”

“No, I see that someone started a rumor because you’re capable and deserving…and Valin is jealous, he thought he would be promoted to commander.” He tried to pull the covers down, but you held tight. “Come on, I know you. You’re gonna let this ruin something so important?”

“They think I fucked you, Poe,” you said bluntly as you shoved the covers back and sat up to look at him. “Do you know how embarrassing that is? They think I slept with you and that’s why you promoted me.”

“Who cares? You know the truth. I know the truth. And, sooner or later, they’re gonna forget all about the rumor and move onto something else.”

“They’re not gonna respect me if they think I do favors to get what I want.” You looked at your hands.

Poe reached out to tilt your chin up so you’d look at him. “I promoted you because you’re good and you deserved it more than anyone. They’ll get over it.”

You smiled a little, shaking your head. “I just don’t know if it’s right.”

“Well!” He stood and slapped his thighs. “Your squadron has a mission in a few days and I don’t plan to put someone in as commander, even temporarily. So I guess you at least gotta go for this one, or the whole squadron might be lost.”

“That’s just playing dirty.”

“Whatever gets you out of that bed.”

You watched him as he put the chair back and started towards the door, calling out before you could stop yourself, “Poe?”

You didn’t know what you wanted to say when he turned to look at you expectantly. Maybe you wanted to ask if it was all a rumor or if he did like you, if he looked at you the same way you looked at him.

But you couldn’t.

“Thanks,” you said lamely.

“Thank me after your briefing, first thing in the morning.”

——————————————————————————

The morning air was chilled as you finished packing what you needed into your X-wing, looking around at your squadron as they prepared themselves. Most of your group was being respectful and kind, though they hadn’t spoken up for you before.

The only one who didn’t seem to care for your orders was Valin. You didn’t care for him very much at all now, given how he started the rumor, but you would make sure he stayed safe.

You were just climbing the ladder when he approached you, data pad in hand. “General Dameron said he gave us the wrong coordinates, these are the right ones.”

You looked at him and then looked to where Poe was standing to see you all off, smirking a bit when he waved at you. You quickly made your expression neutral and looked at the coordinates on screen, nodding. Maybe even Valin was getting somewhat used to you being his superior, if only by doing something helpful that you imagined Poe was forcing him to do.

“Let’s get a move on, the sooner we’re out of here, the sooner we can come back!” You climbed into the cockpit of your ship and put in the coordinates before you let the canopy close, starting it up.

Poe was still watching as you lifted into the air, followed close by the rest of your squadron with Valin right behind you. You waved to your general quickly before you took off into space, surprised by how far the planet would be.

That’s what hyperspeed was for, you supposed. You were able to engage it once you broke the atmosphere and you were in the quiet expanse of stars.

It cut your travel time in half and you exited it once you were a few minutes away from the planet, pausing when you only saw one ship behind you. Where the hell was the rest of your fleet?

Your comm crackled to life and you could hear Valin, “I think they dropped out of hyperspeed too soon, this place is kinda in the middle of nowhere. We should go ahead and land, scope out the place.”

He was right about the planet being in the middle of nowhere and you knew your squadron was smart, they’d figure out the coordinates. It made sense to go ahead and get started, so you could see what needed to be done.

You took off your helmet once your ship had touched down, climbing out to take a look at your surroundings.

It was pretty barren, dirt as far as the eye could see, crumbling buildings and dead foliage. You couldn’t even hear animals or the wind.

“I think maybe we’re the ones who dropped out of hyperspeed at the wrong time,” you said over your shoulder as Valin jumped out of his ship. “I don’t think this is even livable. Maybe it was at one time, but not anymore…they wouldn’t want a planet without resources they can harvest.”

“No, I think we’re in the right place,” came Valin’s voice from right behind you.

You barely had time to register the pain of something being brought down on the back of your head before everything went black.

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagine #star wars imagine #poe dameron fic

[daisynik7]

Saw that your requests are open and I've had a scenario on my mind that I think only your way of writing reader and Nanami would do justice to: Nanami and reader are cuddling, she's tad bit more clingy then usual, hands wandering, playing with his tie. Then she tells him she is craving a Danish and he gets more handsy, but then she pulls back and says "the pastry". Nanami is speechless before he hears her laughing, telling him she's joking (and he just can't her get away with that right?)

Pairing: husband!Nanami x f!reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

cw: smut – soft dom!Nanami, mutual masturbation, blowjob, cum-eating, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, PIV sex (missionary, mating press), multiple orgasms, Nanami uses every pet name in the book lol (princess, honey, love, sweetheart)

Author’s Note: Ahhhhh anon I’m absolutely honored you’d entrust me with this scenario because I LOVE IT. I really hope you like it!

It’s after dinner on a weeknight. Your husband, Nanami, too lazy to change out of his work attire, relaxes on the couch beside you, watching an episode of Jeopardy. “What is ‘The Grapes of Wrath’?” he answers, a smug look on his face when he gets it correct.

You roll your eyes playfully at him, nudging him. “Honey, you don’t have to answer in the form of a question, it’s just us here.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” he comments, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. 

You cuddle closer to him, leaning against his chest, fiddling with his spotted tie. He continues to play the game with himself. “What is Denmark?”

This gives you a naughty idea. You get a little more handsy, toying with the buttons on his dress shirt. Nanami’s concentration breaks a bit, eyeing you with curiosity and intrigue as you brush your palm across his chest, thumb grazing his nipples through the fabric. 

“Speaking of Denmark,” you mention, mouth hot on his ear, “I’m really craving a Danish inside me right now.” 

This gets his complete attention. He raises a brow at you, smirking. “Oh?” Sliding his hand behind your neck, excited, he tugs you in for a kiss. Before your lips meet, you pause, pulling back slightly. “I meant the pastry,” you tease, with a sly grin. 

The look on his face is priceless. He blinks several times, unable to say anything, trying to comprehend this mean prank. You laugh, “Oh honey, I’m only kidding!” Cupping his cheek, you shift towards him, nuzzling your nose to his. “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t resist.” You pout, begging for a kiss.

He doesn’t move, staring at you with a serious expression, jaw clenched. “You think this is funny?” he asks in low sinister voice, pressing his forehead to yours. “Look how excited you got me with your little joke.” He glances down at his lap, your gaze following, seeing the bulge protruding from beneath his slacks. 

You gulp, already salivating for your husband’s cock. “I said I was sorry,” you respond, batting your lashes at him, feigning innocence.

“Sorry is not going to cut it, sweetheart. I can’t let you get away with this so easily.” He shifts in his seat, erection growing harder and tighter in the confines of his trousers. You lean forward, hands sliding up his lap slowly until he stops you. “Ah, ah, ah. You don’t get to touch me after that stunt you pulled. You’re going to sit here and watch as I play with myself. Got it?”

You nod, pussy throbbing between your legs, staring at him as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants, removing them completely. Clad only his briefs with a small smirk on his face, he shoves the waistband down, boner stiff against his abdomen, glistening with a bead of precum at the tip. He wraps his fist around the shaft, stroking it, pace gradually increasing as you squeeze your thighs together, desperate to feel any sort of friction. A whine escapes from within your throat, unable to contain your arousal any longer. “Kento, please.”

His breathing is labored, expression turning wilder with lust. “Please what, princess?”

“Please touch me.”

He huffs out a chuckle. “You can do it yourself, can’t you honey? I know you can.”

You don’t argue with him, accepting this little form of punishment. At this point, it almost feels like torture, the way he denies you. You slide your sweats off hastily, showing off the frilly heart-patterned underwear you decided to wear tonight, not expecting TV trivia to lead to this. He doesn’t let up, stroking himself faster while he watches you strip, piece by piece. Soon, you’re naked beside him, laid down on the couch, thighs splayed for the perfect view. His expression changes, a frenzied look on his face, biting his lip at the sight of your pussy shiny with slick. He’s amazed at how wet you already are without even touching yourself. He’s swallows his desire, resisting the urge to taste you just yet almost forgetting the reason why he’s doing this in the first place. It’s all part of his plan to teach you a lesson about pranking him. Or maybe an excuse to do something really nasty tonight. Either way, he’s going to draw this out for as long as possible. 

Without wasting another second, you reach for your clit, flicking it with your middle finger, dipping into your slippery cunt, then back again on your swollen bud. You let out a gravelly moan, your own touch not enough to satisfy your desires. He’s unraveling quickly at the show you’re putting on for him, mesmerized by each stroke. “You said you’re craving a Danish, right? Go ahead.” He releases his grip on himself, shifting forward to present his thick cock near your lips. “Put it in your mouth and swallow.”

Lips surrounding his tip, one hand on his shaft and the other at your arousal, you blow him, surprised when he comes after a few bobs. “Good girl,” he purrs, rocking his hips back and forth, filling you with his warm cum. You swallow loudly, resisting the gag reflex as it hits the back of your throat, still tapping your slick-coated fingers on your clit. Finally, he touches you, caressing your cheek, thumb wiping at the corner of your mouth where his cum leaks out. “Have you learned your lesson, princess?” 

Not ready for this to be over, you shake your head no, his dick still hard on your tongue. 

He smiles. “Yeah, I didn’t think so. Is that cunt wet enough for me, honey? Let me see.”

You pull off him, laying back on the couch to spread your legs. He bows his head towards you, tongue out, lapping at your needy clit. The sensation causes you to whimper, the pleasure radiating out through your limbs. He’s always relentless when he eats you out, but this time, he wants you squirming for him more so than usual. Have you twitching and spasming so that you’re seeing stars and your muscles are sore the next day. Lips puckered at your bud, he slurps and sucks on you, middle and ring fingers slipping into your entrance, curling at the tips. He spits on your clit, coating his frothy, thick saliva all over you. “You take it so well, honey. Getting so wet for me.”

“Fuck!” you yell out, arching your back. 

He hums into your skin, delighted in the way you clench his digits, indicating how close you are to your climax. “Give it to me, love. Don’t you fucking hold back.” He continues to stimulate you until your quaking for him, moaning and cursing through your orgasm. You can hear the wet squelch of his fingers pumping in and out of you, gathering every drop of your cum. Embarrassed, you turn your head to the side, facing the back cushion of the couch. 

“Don’t look away, sweetie. Watch me.” He tips your chin towards him, sliding his shiny fingers in his mouth, licking your slick off. “You did such a good job, getting this pussy wet for me. You think you deserve this cock now?”

You nod, unable to form a coherent thought, completely enraptured by him. 

“Use your words, honey. I want to hear you say it.”

With the back of your hand, you wipe away the drool from your chin, swallowing hard. “I want your cock, baby. Please.”

He looms over you, intensity in his expression. “Then apologize.”

You suddenly remember what got you here in the first place. That silly joke. You bite your lip, holding back your giggle to keep up the serious act. “I’m sorry, Kento. I’m so sorry.”

Satisfied, he growls, “You better be. Now take this fucking dick like the good slut you are.” He rubs his cock on your bud, sliding it up and down your pussy lips before guiding it slowly into your entrance. “Fuck,” he mutters, sucking in a breath when he bottoms out. “You’re perfect. Absolutely perfect.” He thrusts his hips, slowly at first, relishing the way you squeeze around him. Eventually, he slides his palms behind your thighs, positioning your body into a mating press, pounding into you fiercely. Sweat rolling down his forehead, cheeks flushed, gaze concentrated on your face with your lips parted and moans pouring out wantonly with each pump. 

He reaches his second orgasm like this, shooting his hot load deep inside you. Before his pulls out, he massages your clit with his thumb, begging you to come again, smearing his cum on you. You do, eyes glazed over, body overflowing with ecstasy, voice hoarse from your incessant whining. Nanami lies next to you on the couch, cupping your face and kissing you for the first time during this whole ordeal. You relax against him, his tongue swirling around yours, pulling you closer into a tender embrace. 

Eventually, the two of you, still in a daze, make your way to the bathroom, cleaning yourselves up and getting ready for bed. Both of you are cozy in your pajamas, bundled under the covers, Nanami spooning you from behind. You nestle into his arms, interlocking your fingers with his. “But can we actually get a Danish though?”

He laughs, kissing the back of your neck and snuggling closer to you. “Tomorrow morning, for breakfast. The only Danish you’re getting tonight is me.” 

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[strlingsav]

First time writing for Soap- be gentle I'm sensitive!!

Return

– Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Fem!Reader

— The morning after Johnny returns from deployment.

Explicit sexual content under the cut. Read at your own risk.

Requested: @bubblegum768

Your eyes slowly adjusted to the new light in your room, ribbons of gold streaming between the slats of your blinds. The air was still, silent as the morning settled in, a comfortable quiet daring you to close your eyes and go back to sleep.

You ached to stretch your legs, pushing your arms against the sheets to unfold your body from your sleeping position.

Your head lulled to the side, finding Johnny beside you. He was still asleep, his eyes shut with a blissful expression, his hair disheveled from the pillow cradling his head. You watched his chest rise and fall for a few moments, your eyes falling to the expanse of his chest, the dusting of dark hair in the cleft of his pectorals.

You took your time admiring his form, having fallen under the stream of sunshine. He likely crawled in next to you in the middle of the night, not wanting to wake you up. You wanted to return the favour, to let him be, but you missed him, missed his smell, his touch.

You wanted to control yourself, to let him enjoy his well-deserved rest, but you were too eager, too absent-minded to resist.

You were sure he wouldn't mind if you slithered closer, ran your hand over his sternum, locked your thigh around his.

He stirred, slowly coming-to when he felt your nude body wrapped around his. His eyes shifted to gaze down at you, a slow, amused smile lifting his lips.

"Mornin'," He grumbled- hoarse, deep. It inadvertently coaxed goosebumps from your skin.

"Good morning," You mumbled back, nuzzling your head against the broad muscle of his shoulder.

Your hands moved at leisurely pace, fingertips tracing every hill and dip of his torso, creeping under the sheets to find the absence of a waistband beneath.

"Miss me?" He asked, still a bit disoriented, though relishing in the warmth of your palm over his body.

"Very much," You cooed, grazing the coarse terrain of his pelvic bone.

He hummed with satisfaction, "Keep goin'."

You smiled faintly against his shoulder, taking his permission and giving in to your true intentions. Your hand moved lower, finding the already-erect flesh of his cock, your fingers wrapping around him. You squeezed gently, earning a short grunt.

Your palm pressed into his cock, helping guide your hand in languid strokes- up and down. You could feel yourself growing more aroused as you listened to his soft moans, taking pride in the words of utter pleasure falling from his swollen lips.

"Feelin' naughty this mornin', are'y hen?" He grinned.

"Very," You enunciated, licking your lips.

You shifted upward, crouching over his thighs. You settled between them, lowering yourself to glide your tongue against the taught head of his cock. His body twitched, his head lifting to look at you- he grinned, a flash of excitement in his eyes before it disappeared when your tongue caressed him.

Your lips -already glistening with saliva at the mouth-watering sight of his body- pressed against his cock, moving slowly as you took it into your mouth, your tongue reaching out to greet the underside.

Johnny's hand landed on your head, gently pulling the hair from your face as you took his cock in your mouth, not wanting anything to disturb the moment. He shifted up, watching your eyes lock with his, your lips expand as you swallowed him.

His chest rumbled, pursed lips blowing short exhales when you'd apply a bit more suction or wiggle your tongue against him. His brows were furrowed with a pained expression- in utter disbelief of just how good you were at using your mouth.

Your eyes were poring into the deep teal of his- a warm, suffocating ocean that washed over every inch of your body, drowning you in a lust-filled gaze.

His calloused hand followed the curves of your cheek, his thumb mindlessly tracing the hollow where he could feel his cock in your mouth.

"Steamin' Jesus, doll," His head fell back, pressing into the pillow. "I missed that mouth," He mumbled.

You moaned softly against him, an expression of reciprocation. He took your jaw in his hand, forcing you to stop all efforts and look at him.

"Much as I love this, I been dyin' t' taste you," He muttered.

He was still in a sleepy stupor, eyes half-shut, stumbling over his words.

"Let me take care of you," You argued, though your tone implied the opposite- a plea, instead.

"Nae, doll," He sat up, creeping toward you, his hands taking hold of your waist. "You just lie back."

He moved you beneath him, hovering over you to lean down and press his lips to yours. He was a bit sloppy, a greedy series of kisses against you before he let his tongue glide into your mouth. He exhaled against your face, relieved to have you in his arms, to be home again.

He worked his way from your lips to your navel, fleeting kisses, a premonition for his objective. He lavished your inner thighs, provoking guttural moans from the back of your throat when he let his tongue slide inside you.

The first taste of you was delicious- a nostalgic shiver of pleasure that forced out a moan. He looked up at you, sucking your clit into his mouth.

Your hand came to rest on his head, fingers tangling in the short hair on his crown. His tongue barely made contact, though he showed no mercy as he ran it back and forth over your sensitive spot, slow at first.

His eyes shut as he savoured you, his nostrils flaring, lips disappearing as he dipped further into your pussy. His hands were clamped around your thighs, his tongue lapping against your clit, laboured breaths against your pelvis- your back had arched into him, breathing heavily, panting softly.

A hand ran up your stomach, fingers curling over the plush curve of your breast, squeezing gently before he let his palm rest on your lower stomach.

"You taste bloody good," He mumbled against you, sounds of saliva and your liquid arousal echoing around the room.

You whined softly, your eyes glued to the sight of his eager lips, your cheeks flushed with heat when sounds of his lips slurping between your thighs met your ears. It was methodical, an undoing he'd had the privilege of seeing so many times before, and never tired of.

After a few weeks apart, he was more than ready to feel you again. To savour every inch of you, and then some. He took pleasure in watching you, studying your body and it's intriguing reactions. The way your lips would open and close, undecided between a moan and deep breath, your eyes squeezing shut, opening swiftly to find his in the flurry of sensations.

He'd squeeze your flesh in his fingers, parting your thighs with authority, denying you reprieve from his mouth until you climaxed against his face. You knew better than to fight him on it- he was nothing if not generous, rewarding you for the little pleasures you offered him.

He recognized the grimace of focus across your face; your brows furrowing, lips finally separated while you panted, your fingers curling and pulling a bit harder at his hair. He moaned against you, muffled by his tongue still running strokes against your clit.

"Johnny," You breathed, letting your eyes fall closed.

His hands hooked around the meeting of your hips and abdomen, holding you close as you twitched in his grasp. Your back arched, pleasure escalating to full-fledged euphoria inside you, exploding into fragments as it seized every limb. You drew his head closer, your body tensing against his mouth.

A breathless gasp left your mouth, exhaling sharply with overstimulation when he continued stroking your clit.

He left a final parting kiss against your pussy, moving to lean over you. The lower half of his face glistened with your obvious arousal. You took his face in your hands, pulling him in to kiss him; you could taste yourself on his lips, his tongue, reigniting the remains of your libido.

He nuzzled his head in your neck, his cock teasing the entrance of your pussy, the soft flesh of his head pushing slowly through your velvety muscles. He sunk into you, his torso between your thighs, his pelvis becoming flush with yours.

You gasped quietly when he was completely buried inside you. It was unfamiliar after so long, though a welcomed intrusion. You watched his head drop further into your neck, a grunt coming from his chest as he rounded his hips.

"You're goddamn soaked," He choked out, his teeth grazing your earlobe, lips dragging across your ear.

Your hands wrapped beneath his, finding his muscled back, your fingernails inadvertently digging into the hard skin. He'd hardly moved an inch, though his pelvis grazing your clit made you twitch.

"All for you," You whispered against his ear. "It's all yours." Your voice was soft and pleading, guiding him to the words you wanted to hear.

"Yeah," He groaned. "I like hearin' you say it."

He slowly thrusted into you, letting most of his length leave the warmth of your pussy before driving back in, lifting his head to stare down your body. He watched your pussy swallow him, a shiver shooting down his spine, settling in his groin.

"Y'miss my cock, doll?" He asked, his eyes focused on your face, your expression.

You nodded slowly, focusing on the pressure in your gut, the weight of him against you.

"So good to me," He murmured, his hand diving beneath your neck to force your eyes to meet his. "So good, hen, takin' me like this."

You met his gaze, lifting your head to press your lips to his, your thighs raising up further to allow him deeper. He grunted softly against your lips, still pushing himself in and out of you, grinding himself into you.

Your toes were curled as they swung against his back, the momentum helping your hips to rock into his. Your thighs were clamped to his sides, trapping him between, right where you wanted him.

He could feel your soft breaths from your nose, your tongue gliding against his, stifling any and all moans.

You reached your hand down, apprehensively applying pressure to your clit.

He gave you a quick grin, feeling your pussy tighten around him when you stimulated your clit.

"That's it," He sneered. "Play with it."

Your eyes fluttered closed, nodding repeatedly. "Yes- yes, Johnny."

"Y'touch yourself while I was gone, doll?"

He leaned down, his lips teasing the flesh of your neck, his forehead knocking against your jaw.

"Yeah," You said, breathless.

"Bet you like thinkin' about me eatin' your cunt." His teeth grazed your neck.

"Fuck, always."

"Y'think about my cock in you, too?"

You groaned his name. You didn't need to tell him, he already knew you'd thought about it. The way you'd woken him up was enough of an answer, and your moans only confirmed it. He liked teasing you, though, reminding you that even if he'd spend eternity between your thighs, you craved him; in his entirety.

He let out a sharp exhale, his cock covered with your slick essence, gliding in and out with ease. He could tease the perimeter of your cervix, knowing you liked him a bit deeper.

He picked up his pace, his elbow digging into the bed, hand supporting your neck. Your hand had been placed on his side, leaving the flesh with red scratch marks as he drove into you. Your other hand still ran circles around your clit, two fingers finding perfect synchronicity with his thrusts.

"That's it, baby, look at me when I'm inside you," He murmured. "When I make you cum."

You whined quietly, grasping at his side, your head falling back as much as it could against his hold.

"Takin' me in like a whore," He grinned, between his exertion and deep groans. "My fuckin' whore, ain't you, doll?"

You whimpered, nodding, "Yes, baby," You breathed out. Another soft moan, "Yours, Johnny."

Your eyes shut again, rolling into the depths of your skull as you came again. Your body was rigid, and he groaned when he felt your pussy constrict around his cock. You could barely get out a word beyond 'yes', whispering it into the air.

He didn't stop his thrusts, driving into you harder as he chased his own orgasm.

"Want me finishin' inside you?" He asked through clenched teeth.

Your eyes opened to find his.

"Please," You breathed. "Cum in me."

He growled, quiet and animalistic as he punched his hips into yours. He released inside you within moments of your permission, his thrusts faltering as he lost his stamina, falling into an orgasmic state.

His hips were planted against you, breathing harshly as he regained his wind.

"Bloody Jesus," He muttered, falling to the side.

He turned to face you, bringing his arms around you and tugging you into his chest. He was warm, a thin layer of perspiration over his body, sticking to you as he glued himself to you.

His hand reached up to tuck your hair behind your ear, shooting you a quick wink.

"Good way t'wake up'," He teased. "Gimme a quick ten and we'll have another go."

You sighed with contentment, burying your head in his chest.

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[tumbleweed-run]

Gale x Reader x Astarion anyone?

2600 words of pure unadulterated smut. NSFW below the cut

You step back and admire your work, pleased. 

Gale is on the bed, very specifically he’s naked and blindfolded on the bed. He got one hand resting across his stomach fingers fidgeting anxiously, the other arm his curled up above his head - hidden beneath his hair. If you had to guess those fingers are also moving.  

You breathe out a chuckle and gently squeeze his ankle in reassurance that you’re there, that you wouldn’t just leave him in such a vulnerable position. His legs aren’t bound but they’re spread as if they were, he’s large enough that both heels are resting at the bottom corners of the mattress. 

His cock is in stark contrast to his anxious hands. It’s full and heavy, arched up towards his navel. It’s already dripping precum into the full thatch of hair that trails down to its base. Whatever is going on in his mind, his body is already fully on board with your plans. 

You’re busy admiring the sight, making notes that you must do this over again but with much more silk next time, that when a hand comes to rest gently on your lower back - you jump. 

You turn your head to look at the true source of Gale’s anxiety. Astarion leans towards you, his eyes focused on Gale. 

“What a lovely sight,” he murmurs. 

Gale must have heard him because his head turns in an attempt to look in the direction he had last known Asarion to be. He realizes belatedly that there is no seeing for him currently. He reaches up instead to the headboard with the hand that had been previously tangled in his hair. The two of you watch as he rubs his fingers against the wood. It’s his own bed, one that predates you and the ilithids. 

He’s grounding himself but you realize you’ll need to start moving or he’ll lose his nerve and back out of this. Even though he’d been the one to initiate this whole thing. 

“As much as I’d like to think I’m adventurous, I must admit it is a bit unnerving not quiet knowing precisely where you both are right now. Perhaps-”

“Perhaps,” Astarion interrupts Gale, “we should consider a gag next time as well.” Despite the bite in his words, the vampire similarly wraps his fingers around Gale’s ankle. Letting him know his exact location. Gale jumps at the sensation. 

Your gaze goes unfocus as you imagine just that. It would certainly be a sight indeed. 

“Naughty thing,” Astarion teases no doubt reading your thoughts. 

You flash him an unashamed smile before kneeling on the bed between Gale’s legs. You place both hands on his thighs now, letting him know your exact intentions. 

“Is this still okay?” You ask as you begin kneading softly into the muscle of his thighs. 

He swallows before slowly nodding. “Just a bit… uncomfortable at the moment. But temporary, I’m sure,” he’s eager to assure you. 

“Well, let us… remedy that.” Astarion purrs behind you. 

You move first, blocking out the vampire behind you. The two of you had been intimate once a long time ago and while you’d rather not dwell on the circumstances of that time you aren’t as nervous around him as Gale is currently. 

Gale gasps as you finally grab his cock, it trails off into a sigh. Gently you begin to stroke him, too soft for his liking but it immediately works as a distraction. You work him like that for a moment, free hand wandering up and down his thigh. 

Once his gasps have returned, and his hips are pressing up towards your hand in an attempt to make you touch him more firmly, you lean down and take him into your mouth.

A deep groan reverberates through his chest and his hips still, but it won't last for long. You know this after months of these kinds of intimacies with Gale. The man is near incapable of being still during sex. 

Astarion’s hand has returned to your back slowly slipping lower to grab at your ass. You arch your back, pressing into him. You try and keep your focus on Gale and taking as much of him into your mouth as you can. He’s touching the back of your throat already it seems. 

The elf takes this moment to dip his hand lower, slipping two fingers between your folds. It’s a quick movement, his cold fingers brushing towards your clit and then almost instantly away. 

You moan almost gagging on Gale, your hips pressing down chasing firmer contact. Gale’s hand smacks into the wood above his head in response to the vibrations around his shaft. 

Your hand comes back up to grip him, you stroke Gale, this time the way he likes. You look over your shoulder to ineffectually glare at Astarion. He’s not at all intimidated and smirks at you boldly. His red eyes are blown wide, he’s not unaffected despite his cool demeanor. 

Still pumping Gale, who’s hips are again thrusting up into your hand, you take a moment and scan Astarion’s face and eyes. You’re searching for any signs that he’s retreated, that he’s burying himself again. 

He realizes what you’re doing and his smile softens. You only see the beginning of the nod as he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips. It’s a world of difference from the last one you two shared.

You break from the kiss and without warning take Gale back into your mouth. The sound that rips from him is near enough a shout that you feel Astarion’s chuckle at your back. 

“So responsive,” he purrs loud enough for Gale to hear. You don’t have to look up to see that Gale is, without a doubt, blushing now.

You’re take Gale particularly deep again when you feel Astarion’s hand thread up into your hair at the back of your neck. You hesitate wondering if he’s going to push you down further, you find you’re not opposed to the idea. While Gale has no problem now grabbing at your hair he would never consider shoving you down on him. 

And this time, neither does Astarion. 

He does the opposite in fact. He tugs you gently upwards and you pull off of Gale with an obscene pop causing he wizard to moan loudly. 

Astarion grabs the wrist and leads it back to Gale’s cock, his other hand still pulling you away from Gale. You shift, allowing him room to lean in beside you. He’s very carefully not to touch Gale anywhere right up to the moment when it’s his mouth replacing yours. 

“A-a-astarion,” Gale stutters, the hand that was still on his stomach flutters in the air. For a second you think he might reach up for the blindfold with it but instead it drops with an audible smack onto his stomach again. 

“All good?” You ask releasing Gale and shuffling back off the edge of the bed. Astarion wastes no time settling in. 

“Better than,” Gale sighs out as Astarion begins to work him earnestly. 

It’s damn near incomprehensible, the sight before you. In spite of the issues Astarion has with his past he has no issues using that knowledge to play Gale like an instrument. Gale, it appears, has forgotten how to breathe under Astarion’s skillful mouth. 

Sure, he’s always been this reactive to you, but getting to just watch is a treat.

You’re behind Astarion now, he’s mimicked your previous position exactly. Down to his bracing his knees against Gale’s thighs to keep the man from pulling his legs shut. You continue to admire the view in front of you, suffocating the wave of rage when your eyes skate along the scars on Astarion’s back. So you focus on the curve of his spine instead, fingers delicately tracing the bones beneath the skin downward to the curve of his ass. 

Astarion ignores you for the most part but he cannot control the ripple of muscles as your fingers push slightly between. You withdraw them. You might be crazy but you’re certainly not mean. Just a bit of magic and your digits are coated in oil. 

You slip them back down, one finger presses against the tight ring as a warning. Astarion tilts his hips backwards in invitation and you slip the finger into him. You gently work your way to the goal and find the little bundle of nerves that elicits Astarion’s first unguarded moan of the night. 

“My my my,” He can’t help but tease even as he rocking back onto your finger, “what surprising knowledge this is.” He breathes these word’s directly onto the tip of Gale’s cock which is weeping freely. 

You’re amazed he’s not come already. New experiences always leave Gale feeling embarrassed about how quickly he finishes, though he’s ever the gentleman and ensures you find your own release. 

You leave your hand still, letting Astarion control the movement. “You should talk to Gale about that,” you mean to be teasing but the words come out breathlessly. 

Gale’s entire body flushes but his currently unattended cock leaps. 

You simultaneously take two chances. The first being you carefully add a second finger to press inside Astarion. The second is a mock whisper into the elf’s ear. 

“He’s so close,” you tell him. “In fact,” its an effort to keep your tone teasing, “he’s holding back right now. I’m impressed he didn’t come down your throat minutes ago.”

Gale’s mouth drops open, he’s clearly not sure how to respond. But every muscle in his body is drawn impossibly tight betraying whatever attempt at indignation he’s trying to screw up. 

Astarion see’s this too and interestingly chooses to pull Gale back into his mouth. He swallows the wizard down to his base with an ease you almost envy. He’s still rocking back onto your fingers moaning each time your fingers brush into the sensitive spot but there is no urgency there. He’s not chasing his own release with the same fervor he’s trying to guide Gale to his. 

You reach beside Astarion’s knees and drag your nails down Gale’s thighs, deeply enough the red lines raise to the surface of his skin immediately. 

It’s enough.

Gale’s back bows up off the bed as he comes. Astarion hold his hips tightly enough to keep him from causing damage to his throat but he doesn’t pull off. Instead he drinks Gale down long after you know he’s spent. He also seems to have forgotten about your fingers inside of him, his body still except for his mouth. 

Only once Gale has begun squirming away from Astarion does the vampire finally release him. He also pulls away from your fingers but the little moan as he does doesn’t escape you. 

Gale’s hands go to the blindfold but he doesn’t yet pull it off. You take pity on him and walk around the side of the bed and rest your non-oiled fingertips lightly on the silk. 

“Close your eyes,” you tell him softly. He doesn’t respond but you feel his eyelids flutter shut under your fingers and you lean over him and slide the ribbon off. He blinks lazily at you, eyes still clouded with bliss. 

Without warning Astarion grabs either side of your hips, pinning your legs to the mattress with his own. “Stay, just like that,” he orders, his normally silk voice still rough from the abuse. 

You freeze on instinct rather than any conscious desire to listen. 

His cock presses against your entrance. “Astarion,” you whine. You’d meant it as a warning. You’re already soaked from the performance you’d witnessed but you’re still apprehensive of him pressing into you. 

“Hmm,” he hums in amusement, “I do so like it when you say my name like that, both of you.” 

He moves a hand and rests his wrist on your shoulder, fingers wiggling in the air asking for something. 

It’s Gale voice that mutter’s the incantation that coat’s the elf’s fingers. You’re almost surprised that his grasp on magic has returned already. When you glance up at him again you see his eyes are sharp and watching the two of you with undivided attention. 

Astarion doesn’t press his fingers into you instead he nosily slicks his own cock. He’s doing it that way on purpose, you’re sure of it. It’s working, you feel your knees tremble as you unconsciously push your hips backwards in a shameless attempt to seek him out. 

The tip of his cock resting against your entrance for just a moment is all the warning you get before he presses into you. 

“Ahh,” you cry out as he does. 

He presses in firmly, unceasingly, until he’s bottomed out inside you. It’s uncomfortable, the stretch of him, but it’s so much more too. You find yourself pressing back again, chasing that almost butnotquiet painful feeling. He doesn’t let you, the hand that’s still on your hip is firm with a strength that only begins to betray his vampiric abilities. 

With the same steady and undeterred pace he pulls back out until he’s almost slipped from inside of you. 

And back in. And back out.

You’re head’s dropped down, forehead resting on Gale’s chest. Whimpers are punched out of you each time Astarion presses inside completely and again when he’s almost completely out. Each pass gets easier, you meet him with less resistance. You try sliding your legs apart slightly to gain ground where you can thrust back onto him, but he doesn’t let you.  It’s only when he’s slipping easily in and out of you does he let you move. The noises your bodies are making cannot be just from the oil alone you realize with a moan. You’re so wet its obscene. 

Astarion’s still slightly oiled fingers reach around to to where your still trapped against the edge of the bed. He expertly finds your clit and begins circling it with a similarly maddening pace as his thrusts. 

There’s a hand in your hair, you dimly realize it must be Gale’s because you can feel both of Astarion’s. Gale’s stroking your hair, your neck, soothingly. 

The slapping of skin on skin gets louder than the slick wet sounds of Astarion sliding in and out of you. His thrusts have gotten hard enough that your head is bouncing into Gale’s chest with each push. 

You feel more than hear Gale say something, a deep rumble through his chest. 

“She can take it,” Astarion assures him voice nearly as low as Gale’s, “can’t you?” He’s speaking to you now. 

“Yes,” you whimper thrusting your hips back into Astarion’s.

He rewards you by switching his fingers now rubbing you with intention. Your single yes becomes a mantra, you repeat the word until it no longer sounds real. 

You come with a high-pitched whine and without thought you bite Gale, sinking your teeth into the flesh of the muscle beneath your head. If he protests you don’t hear him, you don’t hear anything but the blood rushing around your body at breakneck speeds. 

You feel Astarion’s release inside you more than anything else. His cock buried to the hilt as he spills, his fingertips will certainly bruise your hips now if they didn’t before. 

Astarion is unexpectedly gentle as he slips from inside you. The touch of his hands now featherlight as he ensure you’re stable before he all but throws himself onto the bed at your side. 

You’re all still for a while, long enough that your breathing evens out. When you finally open your eyes you find that Astarion had laid so that his head is on Gale’s other arm, his eyes are closed. And Gale, Gale is softly stroking the curls that have fallen out of place around Astarion’s face. 

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[ramp-it-up]

What’s This?

Paring: Henry Cavill x Actress Reader x Sebastian Stan

Word count: 1 K

Summary: Halloween or Christmas? Why not both?

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, SMUT, RPF. Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Flirting, suggestive language, definite praise kink,  drinking, slapping (and liking it), propositioning, finger fucking in public, implied threesome. 

A/N: This is for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask.

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You were at your hotel bar after the awards show, savoring your Macallans 18, with Henry’s deep baritone British drawl in your ear. You didn’t know Superman had game like this.

“What he doesn’t know about, he doesn’t need to know about. You said yourself, you two are not that serious. It’s just fun. Why can’t you have some fun with me, Love?”

“What kind of fun are you talking about?”

You took a slow sip of your whiskey and snaked your tongue out to collect stray liquid. Henry’s eyes followed every movement, taking in your glowing skin, the deep pools of your eyes, and those moist, juicy lips. He had to have you.

“Let’s cut to the chase. I want you. You are beautiful, charming, intelligent, and one of the best actors I’ve ever witnessed on screen. In every room where we have the fortune to be put together in, I’m inexplicably drawn to you. And I wonder…”

Henry stopped speaking and put his hand on your bare knee, your leg as smooth as velvet beneath the hem of your short couture dress.

You took another sip of your drink and slapped Henry.

A couple looked over at you two from across the dark, almost empty bar. The bartender minded his own business. And Henry, well Henry just smiled a cheshire grin and stared at you with those blue blue eyes. He wanted more of that spirit.

“You are being very forward, Mr. Cavill. What makes you think that I want to get down on my knees and suck that rumored very fat dick and let you cum all over my tits?”

You cocked your head like it was a real question.

Henry’s eyes dilated and he moved closer to you. He could bend you over the bar at that moment, but he had to restrain himself, and the monster that was awakened in his pants. You were so fucking hot.

Oh yeah, you were ready to get down, wanting to touch, feel and taste the dark hair that was curling from the shirt that he was wearing. You were about to invite him up to your room when you heard Seb’s voice behind you.

“What’s this?”

Henry looked up and grinned again as Sebastian ordered.

“Another Macallans for the lady, and one for me too.”

You turned toward your boyfriend and let him kiss you on your cheek. He whispered, “Naughty girl,” and bit your ear lightly.

You shivered as you cut your eyes back over to your other companion.

“Sebastian, you know Henry? Henry, Sebastian.”

Sebastian received his drink,

“Oh, Henry and I go waaayyy back, don’t we?”

Henry smiled again and looked at you. 

“Yes, we have similar tastes in…. Well, in lots of things.”

Sebastian finished the explanation, moving as close to you as Henry was on the other side of you.

“And we have shared…. Our ….thoughts on those things.”

The silence was full of meaning. 

Henry and Seb looked at each other over your head as you dipped yours to drink and ponder, and Henry put his hand on your thigh again. Sebastian put his hand on your other thigh and pulled it apart from the other, so as to enable both he and Henry to move their fingers higher.

You shivered, and opened your legs even wider. Sebastian kissed your temple.

“Such a good girl. Henry, don’t you think so?”

Henry looked down at your dress, which currently showcased your rock hard nipples. His voice was incredibly deep, and broken because he’d reached the wetness seeping down your thigh. You sighed as his fingers reached your folds. You whimpered when Sebastian’s mirrored his on the other side.

“Yes, I think we’ll find her to be a very good girl for both of us tonight? Right?”

Henry slipped his fingers into your wetness, exploring your innermost parts. Sebastian had you memorized and went directly and smoothly into circling your hole while Henry traced your clit.

You moaned a little and looked around. To anyone, you would look like three very close friends having a quiet conversation. No one knew that you were silently screaming for them both to fuck you in all of your holes.

Henry called to the bartender. 

“Another for the lady.” 

The bartender nodded as you thought of how much more fun you would be with three drinks in you. You smiled at your luck.

“So. Speaking of taste, d’you remember the debate we had with Tim Burton in Cannes?”

You couldn’t believe they were talking business while they defiled you in public. But you dared not speak a word lest you start moaning.

Henry pressed more roughly on your clit as Sebastian slipped another finger inside you and started fucking you with them right there at the bar. You couldn’t look at the bartender as he set your drink down and quickly moved away again.

“Drink, Darling.”

Sebastian commanded you with a stern whisper in your ear. You nodded, took a gulp, and then held on the the bar for dear life as they had their way and pretended it wasn’t happening.

“Yes, Henry, I remember it well. He verified what everyone else but you knows: The Nightmare Before Christmas is a Halloween movie.”

You looked at Sebastian in disbelief. He crooked his fingers inside you, finished his drink, and then watched as you trembled, trying to keep it together.

“Finish up the drink I bought you, Love. Don’t be rude.”

You drank some more as Henry pinched your clit. You let out an eep from the sensation, and both men gave you stern looks. Then ignored you again.

Except for them ruining you in a place of business.

“Mate,” Henry shook his head. “The climax of the story happens on Christmas Eve. It’s a Christmas movie!”

The debate became more vigorous as they became more vigorous with you. Sebastian was finger fucking you, digits in all available holes and crevices, and Henry was abusing your clit as much as he could in the available space that he had.

“It takes place in HALLOWEENTOWN!”

“But, it’s about how Halloween characters would celebrate Christmas.”

“There are three separate songs that are anti-Christmas, man.”

You felt like Superman or Bucky Barnes, and as if you could break the bar in half with the force of your orgasm. But, you managed to not make a sound.

“Beautiful girl.”

“So good for us, you precious Angel.”

You watched both men suck your juices off your fingers.

You stood up from your stool and downed the rest of your drink.

“I don’t care what you say, The Nightmare Before Christmas works for Christmas and Halloween. It can be both at once.”

They both grinned at you like the cads they were. 

“Speaking of both. At once. Let’s go up to my room and continue this discussion.”

Henry hurriedly laid down cash for the drinks as Sebastian adjusted his pants. 

Tonight was going to be a good night.

For all.

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[marthawrites]

Would absolutely love Daemon + number 20 of the location-based smut prompts. Congrats on your followers, sweet Martha! Very well deserved. 💜

Hello secret anon (who isn't so secret hehehehe🤭) Thank you so much! This was a first AND a challenge. I hope I did your request justice!

A Day in the Life

Modern Daemon Targaryen x fem reader

Word count: 2.4k+

Location based smut prompts here with #20 being: while one muse drives,  they describe what they want to do to the passenger who isn’t allowed to touch themselves.

Includes: Established relationship (Daemon and reader live together, nothing else is specified), slice of life, dry humping, dirty talk, daddy kink, implied impact play, implied roughness, implied vaginal sex

Note: Hello lovely reader! This is my first time writing modern Daemon as well as this type of scenario. I hope you like this naughty little slice of life with our rogue prince. As always, reader is nondescript ♥ Please, enjoy!

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Dawn's shades of pink and orange filtered into the room through lazily drawn curtains. The play of softening shadows and whispering colors sent all of Daemon Targaryen’s features ablaze. Through your sleepy eyes he looked otherworldly. He hadn’t yet stirred awake, and it was the peacefulness of his body that drew you to him. What a shame to wake a slumbering dragon… but perhaps if you were gentle and quiet he might stay asleep. 

Might.

While laying on your side, and beneath the covers, you delicately slung a leg over his waist. Carefully balancing your weight on your knees, your hands splayed over his bare chest as you leaned down to brush the tip of your nose against his. You kissed him. More of a graze of your mouth against his than anything else. Smirking to yourself at the feeling of his morning stiff cock beneath your center, you bit into the swell of his bottom lip.

No, you didn’t want to be gentle. You wanted him up and eager like you were. “I know you’re awake,” you whispered on his cheek before kissing along his jaw.

A rumble sounded somewhere deep in his chest. A groan, a laugh, you weren’t entirely sure, but its reverberation vibrated beneath your hands. “I am now, you little devil,” he said in a voice thick with sleep. 

Music to your ears. "As soon as my eyes opened I saw you. And you know I can't resist you," you said. You flexed your thighs around Daemon’s middle and he sighed contentedly. He only wore sleep bottoms, and you only wore one of his shirts with your underwear beneath. Very little stood in the way of your bodies joining together. It'd be easy. So easy. A tug of his waistband, and a slide of your underwear, and you could be sinking down on each of his glorious inches until he met your body’s end. Your hips shimmied, slowly, on their own accord.

"Are you already wet, princess? Barely awake and already soaking for my cock…," he tsked as if hot blood didn't rush to the entirety of his manhood.

A second smirk played on your lips. Your fingers pushed through his short hair – a fresh cut – and you tugged. Lightly. "You only call me princess when I'm sucking you off or riding you into oblivion."

"You're grinding that wet little pussy all over me. I bet there's a damp spot on my pants right now." His hands squeezed your hips and he gladly guided you along. The lovely hue of his eyes locked on you – a shark smelling blood – and he swelled even harder beneath you.

While you were hoping for a little fun this morning, you weren't quite expecting this. You ached. The low muscles of your belly quivered in anticipation as he moved you to a rhythm he liked.

"Yeah… yeah, just like that. Grind that needy clit all over my cock," he whispered hotly. Just when breath started coming quicker to both of you, need turning into nothing short of primal lust, your phone on the headboard started ringing. 

"You gotta be joking," you whined exasperatedly. Answering, it was one of your coworkers. Your eyes widened as she talked; whole mood shifting. "Oh shit–! Okay. Yeah, yeah. No, I completely spaced it. I'm so sorry. Be there asap." 

"You truly are a devil for waking me up like this only to run away." A shadow of something darker flickered across his features. Yet, somehow, an air of arrogance and sarcasm managed to remain in the forefront of his expression.

"Desmond Manderly’s daughter needs her cake today. I could have sworn it was for tomorrow! I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you later, I promise," you said as you quickly rolled from atop him and began to get ready for the early, and long, day at the bakery.

Daemon did laugh at that. "Shrewd man. Hope you aren't too distracted today, kitten, otherwise you'll have some serious answering to do. Everything better be perfect for his little girl." The panic on your face was much too entertaining for him.

"Oh, God," you groaned. "I know! I'll see you later!" You kissed him goodbye with such chaste it made his cock ache all over again; how could someone be so quick and innocent with their affection after just grinding and teasing him to full attention? With the full intention of fucking him absolutely silly?

A succubus. Undoubtedly.

Between the cakes, frosting, fondant, and sugar decorations, there were three of you working on the Manderly girl's order. All of you had culinary school under your belts as well as dozens – maybe hundreds – of cake orders completed together. This was just another one. Nothing to get too worked up about. That's what you kept telling yourself, anyway. 

It didn't help that your mind was elsewhere all morning. You had half a mind to lock yourself in the bathroom and rub one or two out to release some of the pent up tension you had in your body. It wouldn't be the same, though, and you knew that. 

You wanted Daemon. 

Fuck. You wanted him so bad. 

A natural break happened between the timing of everything, and you actually were able to slip away into the bathroom for a few minutes without feeling guilty. You snapped a couple selfies to send him. Innocent. At first. It didn't take long, however, for your photos to grow more and more lewd with each press of the capture button. The final round of photos – the filthiest you dared to be in a bathroom at work – you sent with the message:

miss you, daddy

You hung out as long as you could before having to return. Daemon never sent anything back. In fact, it looked like he hadn't even read them yet. He must be busy, you thought, before exiting to return to the job at hand.

Enough time passed that the cakes were cooled enough to begin the decorating process before your phone dinged with a text message. You tried very hard to ignore it and continue working away, but as it went off a second time, and a third, all self-control flew out the window. “Be right back,” you said to one of your fellow bakers before stepping away from them to read your texts. 

Judging by the timing and angle of the photos he sent back, he must have been in a meeting with his elder brother, Viserys, and other important people to the Targaryen business. His family was messy and you tried your best to stay out of the drama. The photo was taken with his right hand, and the angle captured his black slack covered thighs beneath the table, as well as his left hand atop the table. It was such an easy photo. Nothing, really, to someone who didn’t know your relationship. An accidental photo, perhaps. But, no. You knew Daemon all too well to know it was deliberate. You clenched. His message read:

Is Manderly’s cake suffering imperfections? 

A blush instantly bloomed beneath your face. When you took a second look at the photo, you noticed the font of his pants were visibly tighter than what you could imagine was comfortable; the blush spread up to your ears. The rest of this fucking cake was going to be unbearable to make. You replied, with the eye emoji:

can't promise anything now

When you returned to the kitchen the other girls immediately knew something was up. The combination of your blush, twinkle in your eye, and restrained little smile did all the talking you wouldn’t. “Daemon is just being silly,” you told them. “He knows we can’t mess up on this and he’s being a horrible tease. I think he’s going to need the spanking tonight.” Giggles erupted and, surprisingly, the rest of the time didn’t go by as bad as you thought it might. 

Finally, in the early afternoon hours, the cake was finished and you all breathed a huge sigh of relief. Not a single line was out of place. It could have been a professional photoshopped photograph!

Upon stepping outside you were greeted by the most wonderful surprise. There, parked on the side of the road waiting for you, was Daemon in his red Aston Martin DBS Superleggera. Of all his vehicles it was his favorite. And it was your favorite, too. His best car for his best girl. “If I knew you were picking me up I’d have at least freshened up before coming out,” you said, laughing, as he rolled the window down. Thankfully you took your apron off at the very least! But there were still traces of flour, frosting, and whatever else on places the apron didn’t cover.

There was a sly glimmer behind his eyes. “Get it, sugar, we’ll pick your car up later” he said with a tilt of his head.

Happily obliging, you got in and closed the door. He rolled the windows up before merging onto the road. Grinning, he seemed unbothered by the fact you switched the music from his to your favorite instead. “Did you like what I sent you earlier?” You asked sweetly.

A laugh rumbled in Daemon’s throat as his eyes slid from the road to you, lingering. “Very much so. What were you thinking about when you took them?” Much as he wanted to look at you, and only you, he had to pay attention to the road, also. 

It was such a small, strange thing, something your friends didn’t quite understand, but… you loved, absolutely loved, the way Daemon looked driving. Especially his Superleggera. There was something about the set of his face when he concentrated, and something about the sharp focus of his eyes when his foot sank on the gas pedal – powerful engine roaring and rumbling – that made you want to open the front of his pants and take him in your throat. “Was thinking about you, of course,” you answered with dreamy eyes. Fuck he was so handsome. “I thought about making myself cum right there in the bathroom…,” you admitted, coy. “But I knew it wouldn’t be enough. Only you’re enough, daddy.”

“The first photo was my favorite. You’re so fucking cute when you look all innocent like that. Especially when I know how quickly you turn into a little slut. Fucking yourself in the bathroom? Even that is low for someone who woke up as needy as you did this morning,” he said, voice morphing into the tone that made you weak in the knees.

Blood blossomed behind your face. “Don’t act like you didn’t like it… the one you sent back made it very obvious. God. It made me want you even more.”

“My lap? Or cock?” He asked with a slow arch of brow.

“Both.”

“Perhaps I’ll bend you over my knee for distracting me like you did. I had to leave the meeting early. Viserys was livid.”

You stared at his hands on the steering wheel and squeezed your thighs together. Wide palms, fingers decorated with rings, skin rough and smooth alike. Your boundaries were always respected. Even moreso when you were over his lap receiving whatever punishment he deemed necessary. “Daemon…,” you whined, leaning further into his space. “Don’t tease me like that.” You rubbed one of your hands along the inside of his thigh, feeling over the front of his pants and the bulge which began to swell there.

He pushed your hand away. “Did I say you could touch me?” He asked, smirking despite the scolding.

You pulled back with a shake of your head. “No. But I want to.”

“And I want to stuff that pussy until your eyes roll back. But you don’t see me trying it right now, do you?”

Again, you shook your head, but this time you giggled, too.

“I bet you’ve been wet all day. I can’t believe you didn’t fuck yourself silly in that bathroom. Mmm…,” he paused, chuckling. “The next meeting, tomorrow, won’t be in person. Only online. You’ll stay home with me and I’ll find a good use for you. It’ll be dreadful anyway. I’ll need the distraction. And what better way than you? My pretty little princess slobbering all over my cock.”

That pet name always triggered something in you. “What about a distraction now?” You asked as you angled your body towards him, legs spreading apart, as you began to unbutton and unzip your pants, ready to tug them past your hips in an instant.

“While I’m driving? You naughty thing. If I won’t have you touch me, why the hell would I allow you to touch yourself?”

A part of you wanted to tease and touch yourself regardless of what he said... if only to see how angry he might get, and what he might do to you afterwards. Another day, perhaps, because for now all you could think about was how you left him this morning.

“I saw you think about it… good girl, baby, for not pulling those pants down. Here I was, too, thinking about all the ways I might bend you over my lap and smack your ass until its red from all the shit you've pulled today. You only call me ‘daddy’ when you want to get fucked brainless. And you've been moaning it all day."

Daemon's voice dripped down your spine like liquid fire and pooled in your core, quivering with the need to be taken by him. To be claimed, marked, and filled by his seed. "Oh my God… please. Yes, yes, yes. Please," you begged.

"Fuck, I'm so hard thinking about your ass pounding against me while I take you from behind. You like that best, I know you do. My hand tugging your hair… pulling it… squeezing your hip, scratching your back… you make the prettiest sounds." His voice graveled with restraint. Each word seemed heavier than the last. He flickered his attention to you and smirked, eyes dark. "You turn into my perfect slut. Cock hungry and fucking soaked, just like you should always be for me."

You actually moaned. "Get me home right now and fuck me before the door is locked," you said, mirroring him.

Small as your moan was, it went right to Daemon's uncomfortably constricted length and throbbed. He sped down the final stretch home, not needing to be told twice.

He was true to everything he said and more. You finally got to ride him, too, before taking a very long, very hot, and very distracted shower. Together.

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[comatosebunny09]

naughty | r. kyojuro

Genre(s): Smut, Modern AU

Warnings: Thigh Riding, Bodily Fluids, Language, Female Anatomy, Spanking, Exhibitionism (?), Not Proofed, Let me know if I missed anything please

Music: Naughty - Irene & Seulgi

Sorry not sorry. I'm going through things, and Kyojuro is the only muse that can satiate those things. Thank you so much for reading, lovely! ❤️

You don’t like to wear underwear when you’re home. 

Panties and bras are cumbersome. Prefer to let your lady bits breathe. You see no need for undergarments unless you’re leaving the house. 

So, of course, you saunter up to your husband—seated on the sectional—with your booty meat and tits a-jiggling, nipples puckering beneath the frail polyester of your dress, engrossed in your phone. Not an underwire or waistband in sight.

“Baby,” you ask, stopping to hover over Kyojuro’s leg, sunlight filtering through your dress’ slit. You don’t think much of your position. Too busy scrolling through DoorDash, gnawing your bottom lip. “You hungry?” 

Kyojuro is quiet for all of nine seconds before—

You yelp as hands suddenly shoot out to latch onto your waist, tugging you down until the seam of your cunt kisses the rough wool of Kyojuro’s sweats and your thighs frame either side of his. 

“Ravenous, darling.”

You cut your eyes at your husband as your phone slips through your fingers, thumping soundly on the rug. The position is uncomfortable, your hands scrambling for his shoulders to stay upright. His grip is possessive, rooting you in place, searing you to the bone.

He wears a close-eyed grin. A look deceptively innocent, though you do not miss the slight twitch of his bristly brow. His palms, once perched on your hips, move to encircle your middle, gently urging you forward until your warm breasts push against the hardened planes of his body. And the slow drag of your clit up his quad sends a warning pulsing through you.

“Babe?” you caution against the pleasant hum of your body. 

A hand rests at the small of your back while the other cups your cheek, coaxing you to look into his eyes. They simmer like liquid spilled over hot coals, etching a sluggish triangle between your hooded gaze and quivering lips. Your breath flees from your nostrils as Kyojuro’s plump lips pan in to capture yours.

And he kisses you. Lazy, slippery, and lust-ladened, filled with tongues curling and hoarse groans poured into your mouth. Your belly does somersaults. Hips unconsciously undulate against Kyojuro’s thigh, adrenaline like glass and needles in your limbs. Greedy fingers scramble for purchase of his hair, tugging until he fitfully pulls away to growl into the junction of your shoulder.

“That’s it, my love. Take it. Take what you want.”

Weighted hands glide southward to hold the apples of your ass, bunching up your dress until supple skin skates beneath his fingers. He guides you into a steady tempo along his quad, squeezing, lifting, baring your pulsing, driveling pussy hole to the cold air as your slick mottles his sweatpants. You chase that idle, sparkling rush that causes your hips to stutter and your breath to hitch, clitoris bumping against the thick muscles of his thigh with the perfect amount of friction.

Kyojuro chuckles against your skin, his voice akin to cured leather and mahogany. He mars your shoulder with hot, open-mouthed kisses, nipping at your aggravated flesh until you keen into his hair. 

“Like that, darling?” he rasps, enticing you to ride him faster. “Want to cum on my thigh, pretty girl?” 

You can do nothing but whine into the crook of his shoulder, your clit dewy and engorged, the coarseness of his pants causing pleasure to burrow deep into the pit of your stomach. You cling to him, panting wetly, your fingers buried in the folds of his hoodie, hips creating a choppy, wet cadence against his thigh.

You’re whimpering behind clenched teeth and eyes screwed shut, the feel of sweltering lips stamping your skin, and skillful digits slapping and pinching your ass, pushing you further to the brink. 

Kyojuro murmurs sodden obscenities in your ear. How wonderful you feel. How good of a girl you’re being. How wet you are. How sexy you sound, bearing down on his quad, chasing that searing, white-hot flurry. He knows what his voice does to you. How that doting, persuasive tone makes your pussy throb and your legs shake. 

When your breath catches and your thighs shiver, he knows you won’t be much longer.

“That’s it, baby. Cum. Cum for me. Please.”

The knot coiling in your stomach reaches its limit. Pulled taut like rope until it quickly unravels. And you careen towards the edge, the sounds of your wet pussy grinding against Kyojuro and his breath—hot and ragged in your ear—crowding your senses. Your hips still, a moan corked in your throat.

Your orgasm consumes you. Deafness. A brilliant whiteness that makes way for fireworks shooting across the inky stratosphere of your eyelids. Thighs quaking, toes curling, the crown of your head tingling. You descend from the sky after what feels like eons, the world slowly filtering in through the haze of your peak. 

There are hands soothingly stroking up your spine. Lips, tender and languid, prying your mouth open to swallow your shallow breaths. You’re loose-limbed and boneless, leaning into him, drawn to the comforting warmth of his body like a beacon. 

Kyojuro draws back, the ache of a smile on his lips, affection shining like water in his eyes. You curl up into his welcoming arms, his thumb skating slothfully over the side of your breast, sending lethargic waves of delight vibrating through you. 

He’ll have to give you some time to recover before you’re ready for another round.

You smile drunkenly. Sleep beckons you, her voice sweet and sticky like dolce. And as you relent to her kind embrace, the clearing of a throat causes you both to cut your eyes to the living room’s other occupant. 

“Damn,” Tengen says, a smirk canting his lips whilst he fans himself, adjusting his pants to hide the tent between his thighs. “That was hot as fuck.”

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[gravitycavity]

Sunshine (Pomni x Ragatha) Chapter 1 - Put On a Happy Face

[Click here to read from the beginning on AO3!]

Cover art by @blukiar

“You’re supposed to $%#&ing smile, Pomni!” Zooble's hoarse scream reverberated throughout the big top. “Are you stupid?! We can’t finish the new intro if you aren’t @#$%ing smiling!”

“Leave. Me. Alone!” Pomni, denied the catharsis of slinging her sailor’s mouth, expressed her disdain with her middle fingers instead. She only ended up seething harder, however, when a pair of other-dimensional censor bars appeared to obscure the rude gestures.

“Oh! So that’s how you want to play it, Puffball?” Zooble narrowed her eyes, limping toward the jester with as much aggression as their awkwardly-constructed body would allow — which, for the record, wasn’t very much.

Ragatha had seen enough. “Relax!” She raised her voice, swooping vigilantly between the bickering belligerents. “Both of you!”

Gangle, moping off to the side, sniveled pitifully. In all the commotion, her comedy mask had been shattered. For the second time. This morning. “Guys…! Please, just stop fighting…”

Jax crossed his legs, reclining smartly against Kinger’s impenetrable pillow fort. “Can it, crybaby. This is the best entertainment we’ve had in years!” He flicked a piece of popcorn into the air and caught it in his mouth. Meanwhile, a vibrating Kinger poked his eyes out from between two pillows, saying nothing and everything at the same time.

Ragatha’s good-natured attempts to keep the peace were all for naught. She flinched out of the way of Zooble’s punch — but before the strike could connect, a floating boxing bell materialized out of nowhere, piercing the air with a shrill shriek.

“Now, now! There’s no need for that!” Caine’s wagging finger appeared beside the bell, followed shortly after by the rest of the entity. He lifted his tophat, and a cheesing Bubble gingerly drifted out.

“Naughty, naughty~” Bubble chomped his teeth.

Caine snapped his fingers, and an unseen force pushed Pomni and Zooble apart. “The Amazing Digital Circus — copyright 1996 C&A Incorporated, all rights reserved — is a magical, marvelous CD-Romp for all ages! Zany shenanigans and cartoon mischief I can abide, but outright violence? Strictly out of the question!”

With a grunt, Zooble spiked their arm against the floor. “What are we supposed to do, then!? We’re on take fifty-seven of your dumb@%$ theme song because poor little Pomni thinks she’s the main character of the universe!”

Pomni responded to that, but whatever she said, it was profane enough to be scrubbed out entirely.

“Yes, well…” Caine crossed his arms, steeped in careful thought. The last hour-and-a-half of unusable footage played back through his mismatched eyeballs in a matter of seconds. “It’s nothing we can’t fix in post.”

Zooble swiped their discarded arm off the ground and crammed it back into its empty socket. “Great. Then you can edit me in, too.” They stormed off, reciprocating Pomni’s earlier gesture. “Eat $@#%, sad sack.”

Jax sighed. “Aw, shucks. Right when things were getting good…”

“Uh…!” Caine skipped a beat. He swiveled toward the five circus members still gathered beneath the big top. “Well, then!” he elbowed his soap bubble companion, “Looks like we’ve got our work cut out for us, Bubble! As for the rest of you, consider yourselves off the hook for the rest of the day — my treat! Take some personal time, get some sleep, and try your darndest not to dwell on the soul-crushing scale of eternity!”

“I have no soul!” Bubble turned upside-down. “So I don’t mind it one bit!”

“You and me both, old pal!” Caine’s laugh sounded forced and unnatural.

There was a pause. Gangle glanced around, then meekly raised her ribbony hand. “But what about—”

“Go on, now! I won’t take no for an answer!” the ringmaster stabbed the air with his cane, “I want you all in tip-top condition for tomorrow’s wacky adventure!”

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It wasn’t long before everyone had gone their separate ways. Jax had slinked off to the digital carnival to terrorize the NPCs, Gangle had left a trail of teardrops all the way to the digital lake, and Kinger, as per usual, had just disappeared without anyone really noticing.

At last, Pomni was alone again. She curled her tear-stained face inward and filled her chest with three shaky breaths. She couldn’t hold it in anymore. Hands tightened into trembling fists, she threw her head toward the sky and let loose a long, ear-shattering shriek.

Why was this happening to her? What did she ever do to deserve this!? She was a person — a human being, for God’s sake — not some stupid, one-dimensional children’s character. How dare anyone expect her to just grin and bear it? She didn’t owe anything to anyone — not even one second of feigned emotion. As far as she was concerned, the moment she forced that goofy smile onto her face would be the moment she surrendered, and she would never, ever, in a million years—

“I’m always here if you need to talk. You haven’t forgotten, have you?”

Pomni flinched, wrenching away from the sudden voice. After the emotional hell she’d gone through during her first day, unexpected noises didn’t exactly put her at ease — nor did anything else in this deranged digital purgatory, for that matter.

“Ah! Sorry!” Ragatha covered her mouth. “I didn’t spook you too bad, did I?”

“You did, actually! Wh-What’s wrong with you?” Pomni gathered herself quickly. She didn’t dare to even look in the direction of the person who had just watched her childish tantrum. The moment she found her footing again, she stormed off like her very life depended on it. “Don’t just sneak up on people like that!”

Silently relenting, Ragatha stepped aside to let Pomni pass. She watched the pouting jester jingle and jangle with every step, stomping with boundless confidence in the completely wrong direction.

“Uh…” Ragatha tilted her head. “Pomni? Do you remember the way to your room?”

“Ugh! What do you care?” Pomni doubled her pace. “Mind your own business!”

Ragatha smirked. “Alright, I guess I’ll just head back to my room, then. Which, for the record…” She pointed behind herself, “…is that way.”

Pomni stared vacantly as Ragatha sauntered off. The doll had read her like a book. Locking herself in her room for days on end meant she still had no clue how to get around the tent — if she wanted to get back to her regularly-scheduled self-pity anytime soon, she would have to swallow whatever was left of her pride.

Pomni grumbled under her breath, fast-walking to catch up. “Hey! W-Wait!”

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There was no ambient noise to dampen the tension; the dormitory hall’s plush carpet absorbed the sound of Pomni and Ragatha’s footsteps. Ragatha led, hands tucked politely below her waist, while Pomni trailed behind.

The complete, unbroken silence wasn’t exactly the most comfortable thing in the world, but it was preferable to whatever inane smalltalk would have filled it. That’s how Pomni saw things, at least.

In the time it had taken to walk here, she had managed to cool off a bit — and the unwavering quiet gave her plenty of mental space to reflect on the last few minutes.

She wasn’t sorry. Pomni didn’t care if Zooble hated her — she could hate them right back. Breaking bread with Jax was pointless; that creep preferred to provoke. Gangle was friendly, but to interact with her was to walk on eggshells, and Pomni lacked the patience. And Kinger? Was Kinger.

Arms crossed, Pomni looked up from her big, dumb clown shoes. Her gaze settled on the doll in front of her. Pomni despised everything about this place — but now that she was going through her laundry list of grievances, she had to admit: she had nothing on the redhead.

…What was her name? Ragatha…? She was by far the most mature of the circus’s captives. She was kind. Predictable. An island of calm in a stormy sea.

Pomni’s harsh features softened. Ragatha was the only character who had shown her the slightest shred of compassion since she’d arrived here. The realization weighed down her stomach with more than a few pangs of guilt. Ragatha, of all people, certainly wasn’t a deserving outlet for her angst.

Oh, no — nice going, you idiot. Ragatha was the one thing about this place keeping you anywhere close to sanity, and you’ve already repelled her by acting like a petulant child. She probably hates you now. You know that, right? Actually, it’s not ‘probably’. It’s ‘definitely’. That’s why she isn’t talking. That’s why this is so awkward. That’s why —

“So…what’s under your cap?”

Pomni stumbled. Had the wall not been there to grab onto, she absolutely would have fallen flat on her face.

Stabilizing herself, Pomni gawked up at Ragatha as if the doll had just beamed down from another planet. What’s under her cap? Did she hear that right? It was such an odd, out-of-the-blue question — but at least it had yanked her out of her head.

“I’m sorry?”

Ragatha bent down to Pomni’s eye level. “Your cap.” She said gently, resisting the urge to prod one of the little bells dangling from either end. “It comes off, doesn’t it?”

Pomni blinked. She hadn’t really given it any thought. In fact, until Ragatha had brought it up, she had forgotten that her ridiculous new form came with a hat at all. Doing nothing but hiding under the covers and sobbing for days on end had that effect.

With much bigger problems weighing on her mind, Pomni didn’t really care to check — but something about Ragatha’s expectant gaze possessed her anyway. Very carefully, she hooked her fingers beneath the golden rim. She felt a small amount of resistance as she pushed up, almost as if the headpiece were attached to her body through some kind of magnetic force.

With a just a little effort, though, it popped right off.

“…Huh.” Pomni held the striped cap in her hands. “Look at that.”

“Oh, goodness!” Ragatha tried and failed to suppress a squeal. She paid no mind to her question’s answer, too distracted by the worst hat hair anyone had ever seen. It was certainly a look; a chaotic mess of tangles, knots, and flyaways did as it pleased atop the jester’s capless crown.

“Hey! What gives?!” Pomni ducked her cap back onto her head. A few extra clumps of hair stuck out from underneath. “Why are you laughing?”

“I’m so sorry! Your hair is just…” Ragatha giggled. “Well, it’s a bit messy at the moment. But I like it!”

Pomni leered. “…Liar.”

“I’m not making fun of you! Honest!” Ragatha crossed her hands over her heart. “I love your hair, Pomni. It’s…”

“It’s what?!”

“It’s so cute!”

Pomni’s eyes grew two sizes. That was…not the answer she expected to hear. She didn’t know what to say — just that her face felt a lot warmer than before.

“Obviously, you could use a comb…or three. But who cares about that?” Ragatha’s hand drifted through her own thick, yarn-like locks. “You really lucked out, you know. I’d trade your hair for mine in a heartbeat.”

Despite everything, the smallest of half-smiles lit Pomni’s face.

“I, um…” Pomni took a deep breath. And then two more. Her whole body slumped closer to the floor. Try as she might to keep her personal pity party alive, Ragatha’s radiant energy made her forget her troubles, if only for a moment.

“…Why are you being so nice? And to me, of all people?”

Ragatha just shrugged. “Do I have a reason not to be?”

Pomni gripped her other arm, gaze flicking down the corridor. Her smile faded in the silence.

“Well, um, anyway…” Ragatha glanced at the door behind her — Pomni’s awkwardness was infectious. “You have your room key, right?”

Pomni’s heart skipped at the thought of having lost it, but eased at the feeling of cold metal in her pocket. She nodded.

Gently, Ragatha took the cartoonish key from Pomni’s hand. With a turn and a click, the way to the jester’s room was open.

Ragatha held the door, smiling warmly. “You look like you could use some space. Go enjoy some quality alone time, okay, new stuff?”

“O-Okay.” Pomni didn’t hesitate to do just that — until she did. “Um…” She peeked behind a door half-open. After the longest pause, a simple, stammered “thanks” was all she could manage to get out.

Her door clicked shut. And audibly locked.

[Next Chapter]

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