#role play smut

[mrsjellymunson]

Happy Halloween, Love ❤️

Pairing: Joseph Quinn x fem!reader

Summary: Joe raids the costume department at work and conspires to make this Halloween your most memorable yet.

WC: ~4.4k

CW: 🔞MDNI!🔞, NSFW, RPF, PWP, smut, porn with a little bit of plot, established relationship, role play, dressing up, slightly dom!JQ, choking (referenced), oral (everyone’s a winner), fingering, unprotected p-in-v sex (always wrap it irl), tiny bit of mutual masturbation, squirting, maybe a touch of overstimulation, Eddie and demons are referenced, pet names (numerous, including references to reader as a pet, minion and servant), no y/n or descriptions of reader’s appearance, demon fucking (sort of). Please lemme know if I’ve missed anything, and don’t read this if you’re uncomfortable with real-person fics or any of this content.

A/N: Inspired by the anonymous comment, “It’s as close as we can get to having Joseph Quinn dress up in the Eddie wig and have demon horns”, a scenario which got stuck in my head and wouldn’t leave. This might well be the only RPF I’ll write (they still weird me out a little). I hope this doesn’t put anyone off checking out my Eddie and Steddie stuff 😬 I wrote this fairly quick and it’s not beta-d. It’s also my first time sharing smut, so (constructive) feedback is most welcome!

You knock on the bedroom door gently, having slipped into your new outfit in the bathroom. Halloween season was always fun with your boyfriend Joe, both of you loving to dress up and create spooky scenarios that would inevitably lead to sexy shenanigans. You’d thought you were the only one dressing up tonight, but you were wrong.

Unbeknownst to you, Joe had raided the prop store at the studio he was currently working at, claiming he needed something for a Halloween party, and he had plans...

“Come in, darling.”

You open the bedroom door, stepping in slowly, wanting to tease Joe with a slow reveal of the short, ivory satin robe you had on, something so innocent-looking belying what was underneath.

A deep, velvet-smooth voice greets you, slowly murmuring, “Happy Halloween, my love.”

It’s Joe. Your Joe. Your kind, generous, loving and silly Joe, but there’s something else about him tonight, something you can’t quite place just yet.

He’s surprised you - the bedroom is dark, lit only by a pair of spice-scented red candles and a small, warm lamp. It’s intimate, but also somewhat lair-like, and the ambiance goes really well with the red and black skull-patterned bed linens you’d bought especially for this time of year. You love it.

Your eyes rake over your man, drinking him in. Clothes-wise he’s wearing nothing but a pair of snug black jeans and a studded belt.

Fuck, he looks so hot.

He’s looking down at the floor, hands clasped loosely behind his back, putting his delectable torso on display for you.

In addition, he’s wearing The Wig. That wig.

You’ve role played with this before; he knows how much you love Eddie’s luscious, chestnut locks, and how when he puts on the voice it all combines to rile you up. One time you even got some fake blackwork tattoos and put them on his arms and chest. That was a very fun evening.

But this time there’s more…

Amongst the curls he’s also wearing a pair of long, spiralling, ridged, red and black horns. They’re beautifully detailed. They nestle amongst the soft kinks, and the curls hide the ends of the horns and however they’re attached, making the effect all the more realistic.

God, he looks amazing.

You can’t determine why he’s been looking at the floor since you came in. Is he being bashful? You’re confused, that doesn’t seem to fit the narrative…

Your question is answered when he slowly looks up at you, with a menacing, Kubrick-like stare.

He’s wearing contacts. Not just any contacts, but full-sclera, black contacts, completely obscuring his natural eyes.

You swallow, hard. Your fingers toy with the sides of the slinky robe you’re wearing, and you involuntarily squeeze your thighs together, trying to provide just a little friction to the area between them. Joe notices.

“Fuck Joe, I mean Eddie. You look-“

He cuts you off.

“There is no Joe here. No Eddie either. Only… your Master.”

You gasp at his voice, how it’s even deeper than usual and slightly menacing. You’ve always been impressed by the way he can control his voice, the timbre, volume, pitch, cadence. You’re momentarily distracted by how you’re not surprised he’s always been in acting work.

“Tell me you’re mine, my loyal minion.”

You’re broken abruptly from your reverie by Joe’s commanding tone, and you willingly play along, knees weakening and a pool of wetness forming surprisingly quickly in your underwear.

“Yes, Master. I’m all yours-”

You gasp as his strong hand reaches forward towards your throat, wrapping loosely around it. Not squeezing (not tonight, anyway), just demonstrating who’s in charge of this scenario.

Joe your Master smiles in that familiar way you know and love, but he keeps the sinister stare, giving everything a much darker edge.

“Well done, my precious. Now, would you like to have some fun with your Master?”

You bring one hand up from your side and gently drag the the tips of your fingernails along the inside of his forearm, a place you know is sensitive.

He breathes in quickly through his nose, trying to stifle a gasp, though you hear it. His grip on your neck tightens ever so slightly, and he tilts his chin up, narrowing his eyes and looking down his nose at you.

You surprise yourself as you reply, “Yes Master, I’m yours to command.”

Ever the consummate professional, none of Joe’s excited internal monologue shows, and he simply looks at you and murmurs, stretching out the syllables,

“Good girl...”

That’s it, you’re gone. He could do almost literally anything to you right now and you wouldn’t stop him. You let out a small whimper.

Even with the dim light and the darkness of his denim, you can see the bulge in your Master’s jeans.

Releasing your throat, he moves his hand to the back of your neck, gripping firmly but not harshly, bending towards you and pulling your face to his. He crashes his lips against yours, pushing his tongue into your mouth in a passionate, messy kiss, which you eagerly return.

Breaking the kiss, he grins at you again, before removing his hand from your neck, taking a step back and flicking the edge of your robe near your collarbone.

“Take this off.”

You obey, slowly undoing the robe and slipping it off your shoulders. As the fabric slips to the floor and pools at your feet you’re left in nothing but the new set that you bought especially for tonight.

Joe’s eyes caress your form, taking in the sheer, red, rose-patterned lace decorated with tiny bows.

But what’s really catching his eye is the fact that your bra is peek-a-boo style, and the ribbon ties are already undone, your nipples on display.

He hisses an inhale, and runs a thumb pad gently over one of your hardening buds.

“This all for me?”

“Yes, Master, only for you.”

He takes a step towards you again as he glances to your panties.

“Are these…?”

“Crotchless? Yes, Master.”

He lets out an involuntary growl and brings his other hand to your core, pushing one finger between your thighs and swiping its tip through your already-damp folds.

Feeling your wetness he can’t help but drop his head back and moan.

It gives you a perfect view of his gorgeous neck, and you want to lick it, like you have so many times before.

Seeing Joe dressed up like this and regarding you with such obvious hunger leaves your whole body tingling, and the anticipation of more of his touch makes you feel like tinder about to combust.

You need him to have fewer clothes on too.

Biting your lip, you slowly bring a hand up between you and trace your fingertips over his solid torso, tracing shapes on his skin, touching the fine, soft hair and moving down towards his happy trail, finishing at his belt line. As your fingers reach his belt buckle, you ask,

“Please, Master, may I..?”

Your Master drops his hands to his sides and, with a lascivious grin, tongue peeping out at one corner running over his teeth, he gives you a tiny nod.

You undo his belt and jeans, running your hands inside the fabric and around his abdomen until you get to his hips. He’s not wearing anything underneath, just how he knows you like it.

You push the fabric downwards, dropping to your knees as you go, just how you know he likes it.

His cock springs free and slaps against his abdomen, fully hard already, and you drool at the sight.

Stepping out of his clothing, he positions himself in front of you, abs tensed and legs slightly apart, looking down at you with those completely black eyes, a curtain of dark curls framing his face.

“What are you gonna do for me, my servant?”

“Whatever you want me to, Master.”

You stick out your tongue as far as you can and languorously lick a broad stripe from his balls up the base and shaft of his cock, past his frenulum and all the way to the tip, where you pause at his slit, swirling your tongue and collecting a bead of precum that’s collected there.

Glancing up again, you notice he’s pursed his lips and his breathing has become uneven, all signs you’ve learnt are indicative of him enjoying what you’re doing.

Lifting both hands you gently grasp his base with one, pulling his tip slightly towards you, and caress his balls with the other, as you open your mouth and slide slowly down his length. Pausing after a couple of inches you return the other way, repeating and going further each time until your lips are touching the fingers you have wrapped around him.

He’s fully panting now, lips parted and brows gently furrowed.

“Fuck, precious, you’re gonna fucking kill me one day.”

Taking this as an indication to continue, you hollow your cheeks and suck, earning you a deep moan from his chest.

You move up and down at a slightly faster pace, sucking and licking, enjoying having your face stuffed full of him, until he’s suddenly grasping your chin and pulling you up towards him. His cock leaves your mouth with a soft pop, and you’re soon standing in front of him, eyes locked. Gruffly, he mutters,

“That’s too good, sweetheart, and I’ve got plans for you. Get on the bed.”

You obey, sitting your bottom on the edge of the bed and shuffling backwards until you’re in the centre, leaning back on your elbows.

He climbs on behind you, and using his hands and his knees he roughly pushes your thighs apart, slotting himself between them.

He bends low towards your centre, inhaling deeply and pausing for a moment, humming and enjoying the scent of your arousal.

At any other time you might be embarrassed, but his behaviour fits so well with the whole demon vibe that you find yourself heating up even more at the action.

He exhales a long, hot breath, which fans over your core, tantalising you further.

Dropping his upper body between your legs, he lets out a series of low growls as he sucks wet, biting kisses up your inner thighs, pausing occasionally to suck hard on the soft flesh. You moan at the sensation, wondering if he’ll leave bruises, excited by the idea that he might.

You use the opportunity to touch the horns for the first time, feeling the details and ridges, enjoying the contrast with the soft, flowing curls.

He eventually reaches your centre, and marvels at the lingerie framing your delicate, glistening folds.

With a gruff, animalistic hum he licks a stripe from your shining hole all the way up to your begging clit. You cry out, the most sensitive part of you finally receiving the attention it’s been craving.

Wasting no more time, he sticks his tongue out as far as it will go and pushes it inside you, moving and licking and devouring you like you’re the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.

You watch him with hooded eyes, trying to sear the image of this demon-god between your legs into your mind, before your arms give out and you flop backwards onto the bed, just about managing to vocalise,

“More, Master. I want more of you.”

He takes the hint, bringing one hand up and pushing two fingers easily inside you, and moving his mouth to lick and suckle at your clit. You moan loudly, pushing your hips down onto the bed and grinding into his hand and face. He moans at this, and the vibrations start to drive you towards your peak.

He chooses this moment to curl his fingers towards your front wall, hitting that spot inside you perfectly, and you begin to see stars. He keeps up his ministrations, your moans eventually turning to wails as he gradually increases the pressure on your clit, and you can hold off no longer. Your vision turns black, your limbs lock, and for a moment you stop breathing, a bubble of euphoria bursting within you as you come undone with a scream.

He reduces the pressure on your clit but doesn’t stop, forcing you to ride out aftershock after aftershock on his face. Eventually he removes his fingers from your swollen cunt, replacing them momentarily with another swipe of his tongue, before pulling off entirely. Looking down at you he lets out a feral growl. Licking his lips, he wipes his chin with the back of his hand and licks it clean, before muttering,

“Fuck, so fucking beautiful…”

As soon as he thinks you can manage, he’s pulling at one hip, assisting more than forcing, as he says, “Turn over, baby, stick that beautiful ass in the air for me.”

You do your best to manoeuvre onto your front, keeping your face and chest on the mattress and putting your knees on the bed, lifting your butt. He kneels behind you, parting your knees a little further, running his hands over the globes of your ass, fully exposed and framed prettily by the red lace.

He lets out another, “SO fucking beautiful”, before slapping a palm hard cross one cheek, making you whimper, immediately moving in to kiss the stinging flesh, laving it with his lips and tongue.

Rising, he notches his tip at your hole, and, remaining in character, murmurs, “I’ve gotta fucking have you, my beautiful little -uh- pet!”

On the last word he sheathes himself fully inside you, no consideration given for the usually slow and gradual way he’d enter you, animal passion taking over and both of you more than ready.

You groan loudly as he bottoms out, adoring the feeling of him filling you up and how he rearranges your insides every time he does.

He moans as he remains seated within you for a few moments, groaning gutturally and gripping your hips harshly.

You don’t have much respite, as after only a moment of acclimation he’s setting a brutal pace, pumping in and out of you with feral force and abandon, wet and breathy sounds filling the room, his cock jolting your insides with every thrust.

He starts to mutter almost unintelligible phrases in his demonic voice, but you make out,

“So fucking perfect, so fucking good for me, taking me like the cockvessel you are, my good little minion, my pet, my beautiful, beautiful pet.”

It’s all so exquisitely overwhelming, and you start wailing into the pillows.

He chooses this moment to slip one hand around to your front, immediately finding your sensitive, sopping wet bud and pressing small, form circles into it.

This brings you almost immediately to another precipice, and you cry out, “Ohgodohgodohgod!”

You can feel yourself clench down on his length, and he growls out,

“Jeezus fucking christ, squeezing me so tight, fuck!”

Euphoria washes over you again, a tingling heat beginning in your pelvis and spreading through your entire body. You go limp, but your Master holds you to him with one strong forearm, fingers continuing to circle your clit until you move and twitch, your body trying to deal with the dissonance of wanting to get away from the overstimulation but chasing the aftershocks.

As he continues to help you ride out your second orgasm he’s desperately trying to stave off his own, and eventually pulls out abruptly, your sweat mingling as he rests his forehead on your ass, breathing deeply.

You whine at the sudden emptiness and loss of contact, but are grateful for the opportunity to slump onto your side, enjoying the potential for a short rest.

He comes to lie behind you (if you’re honest, one of your favourite positions in which to get railed), but you realise something.

“No Master, not like this. There’s no point in you looking like that if I don’t get to enjoy it.”

Growling again (and seeing your logic) he deftly flips you over onto your back, slotting himself between your plush thighs, tip nudging your entrance as he stares into your face.

He moves both of your arms above your head, running his hands up the soft skin of the undersides and holding them there, hands clasping your wrists and pushing them into the mattress.

He seems to consider something for a moment.

“Hmm, I haven’t given these lovely tits nearly enough attention, my love. Especially considering you decorated them so prettily for me.”

That lascivious smirk is back, and with his free hand he opens the slit in the lace on one side and hums as he licks the flat of his wet tongue over one nipple. As he moves away he lets out a sigh through his nose, cooling the flesh delightfully and causing your already hard nipple to peak even more.

He massages each breast with his free hand, but decides that’s not enough, so commands you to, “Keep those there for me, my pet”, letting go of your wrists and starting to use both of his hands on your soft mounds. He’s enjoying pushing his fingers under the holes in the lace, pushing it to the side to expose your soft flesh, squeezing and squashing, playing with the ribbons, pinching your nipples and licking and sucking on your sensitive nubs. You arch your back and moan with delight at the sensations.

Eventually satisfied that he’s given your tits enough attention, he licks a wet stripe all the way from your sternum, up the side of your neck all the way to your jaw, making you shiver in delight and anticipation.

He hovers over you, tips of his curls tickling your forehead. He plunges his tongue inside your mouth again in another passionate kiss, and you can taste your musk and the salt from your own skin combined with the unique taste of him.

He returns his focus to getting himself seated inside of you again. He leans forward, holding your wrists with one hand, with the other lining his member up with your hole as he moves his hips forwards.

He slowly slides into you, filling you up yet again. He fucks you slow but ever so deep, the change of pace allowing you to feel every vein and ridge of him against your sensitive walls. You’re both trembling, all of your nerves alive with sensitivity.

“Like me fucking you like this, my pet? Want your Master to -mmm- make you cum again?”

Though you know without doubt that would be an absolutely delectable option, and a certainty if he was to continue, you decide you want to do something for him now.

“Yes. But I want to be good for you, Master. I want to sit on you, wanna ride you so bad.”

His eyes widen and that signature grin spreads across his face.

“Well, what my pet wants, my pet gets, doesn’t she?”

He slowly pulls out of you and releases your wrists, and in an attempt to conceal his excitement, languidly moves up the bed to lounge on a pile of collected red and black, silk and fur pillows. Abs tensed, knees spread wide and slightly bent, cock in hand and giving every appearance of being cocky and arrogant, he’s the perfect vision of a commanding demon. He’s sitting like he’s on a throne, like he deserves this. It drives you wild.

He lazily tugs at himself as he watches you crawl up the bed towards him, though he furrows his brow slightly as you pause halfway to sit on your heels, knees wide apart, displaying yourself for him.

“What’re you doing, my pet?”

You start touching yourself, parting your folds and sinking a finger easily into your dripping cunt, your free hand coming to massage one nipple.

His eyes widen and his mouth opens slightly, and you see his grip on his dick get tighter. You know he loves to watch.

You mumble, as innocently as you can,

“I couldn’t wait, Master.”

He watches for a few moments, entranced, but then remembers what’s on offer and taps his thigh, raising his voice a little, aggressively muttering,

“Get up here, minion. Obey your Master!”

His domineering tone sends tingles up your spine and to your core, and you instantly comply, clambering the rest of the way up the bed and straddling his hips.

He holds his cock steady underneath you, running it over your slit, the wet noises exciting you even more.

You place your hands onto his shoulders, stabilising yourself. You take another moment to admire his outfit and presence, holding his gaze before starting to sink down onto him.

As you seat yourself into him fully, that delicious stretch and feeling of fullness returns. You take a moment to enjoy it, before starting to move, lifting up, slowly at first and not too far, before lowering yourself back down. He’s at a fantastic angle, and feeling him so far inside you is intense. You whine out,

“Fuck, Master, you’re so deep…”

He bends his legs behind you and plants both feet on the bed, encouraging you to prop yourself against them whenever you need to. He knows you love to lean back, giving him not only a delicious new angle but also an exquisite view of your tits jiggling as you move, and it also gives him purchase to buck his hips and slam into you from below.

He’s full-on panting again, and, huffing, he breathes out,

“That’s my good little pet, fucking me so well. You gonna make us both cum, my sweet little toy?”

Wanting to do a good job, you use your thighs to bounce up and down on him, his cock hitting that spot inside you and rocketing you towards yet another high. He’s grabbing at your tits, your belly, your hips, anywhere he can reach, grumbling and growling and clearly desperate to feel every inch of you.

You need more, and you grab one of his hands and bring it to your front. He immediately begins rubbing his thumb against your clit, and you start to whimper, already close. Before you lose the power of speech he asks,

“Do you trust your Master, sweetheart? Gonna let me try something?”

You trust him implicitly and, although you have no idea what he has in mind, you nod. He moves one hand to your sacrum, stabilising you. The other thumb continues circling your clit, but he pushes the flat of that hand against your belly, like he sometimes does when he wants to feel himself inside of you, except this time there’s more pressure.

You’re rolling your hips against him now, all the different sensations combining to bring you closer to your release. You can hear him panting too, feel him tensing, and you know he’s not far off either. But there seems to be a different kind of pressure building in your abdomen.

You try to say something, but full sentences won’t come out. All you can manage is parts of words, like, “Wait-, no-, someth-, it’s diff-, oh fu-“

Unable to control anything anymore, your release washes over you in a searing wave, but there’s something else too - you feel a hot, wet gush coming from you and soaking his hand, wrist and abdomen.

Unable to process what’s just happened, you simply look at him, open-mouthed but still euphoric.

That’s it for him, he can’t hold off anymore and his release hits him, hard. He pulls your hips down onto him at the same time he slams up into you, face slack and breathing ragged, and you feel his hot, sweet release paint your insides, simultaneously letting out a long, low, broken groan.

Unable to process anything else, his eyes close and his head drops back against the headboard. You get another glimpse of that delicious neck, and run your hands over it and his collarbones as he comes down. He always looks so beautiful like this.

You both need a moment to let your heart rate and breathing come back to some semblance of normal. Evaporating sweat leaves you both with delicate goosebumps on some of your exposed skin, but the change in temperature is welcome.

You’re the first to speak as you look down at his wet belly and ask,

“Uh, Joe. What the fuck was that?”

His face turns slightly pink as, voice back to its normal pitch, he bashfully admits,

“I, um, just wanted to see if I could make you squirt, that’s all.”

He looks a little sheepish as he continues, slightly concerned,

“Was it ok? I mean, did you hate it?”

“God no, it felt… amazing! Just, y’know, maybe warn me next time?”

“Of course my sweet. Anything for my baby.”

He plants some wet kisses across your cheeks.

As if wanting to illustrate how much he enjoyed it, he brings his wet hand up to his mouth, sucks his fingers and thumb, and slowly shakes his head in delight as he adds,

“Mmm-mm, it was really fucking hot though!”

You slap his chest playfully, rolling off him to settle in the crook of his arm, your head against his chest, running a hand up and down it.

Ever the considerate lover, after a few moments he inquires,

“How was it overall, baby? Did you enjoy it?”

Full of endorphins and the love of your man, you gush,

“Fuck yes, Joe, it was incredible.” As you toy with some of the ends of the wig, you add, “Thank you so much for doing this for me. For us.”

He replies, “Oh love, it was, and I mean this quite literally, my absolute pleasure. I’m such a fucking lucky bastard.”

You both giggle a little at this. Joe delicately removes the horns and wig with his free hand, laying them reverently on your bedside table so as not to tangle or damage them, another testament to his devotion to his craft, and you snuggle into each other, continuing to murmur sweet nothings and enjoying the afterglow.

After a few minutes Joe admits, “Sorry, I’ve got to take these bloody things out babe, they’re really sodding uncomfortable.”

You both laugh again, as he rises from your shared bed and makes his way to your en suite to remove the contacts, cleaning himself off and returning with a warm washcloth for you, which you take gratefully. As you clean up he picks up the horns, examining them and twisting his fingers around what you now see is a sturdy headband.

He takes the washcloth from you, returning it to the bathroom. As he comes to sit by you on the bed once more, you spy a small smirk on his lips. You know that look, devious yet playful. He’s got some kind of plan.

“What is it, my treasure?”, you goad, using your fingertips to gently tickle his happy trail and tease at his exposed belly.

He replies,

“I was just thinking, maybe next time, you could wear the horns…?”

Thanks so much for reading!

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[resident-gay-bitch]

okay, i’m writing some roleplaying smut for the first time in history and oh my god it’s so fun. i’m making Eddie and my OC role play a knight and a princess, and he’s saving her and oh my my, they’re only in the foreplay, haven’t even touched yet and things are hot. also, yes, i am so horny for Eddie as a knight now.

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[itssmerafecameron]

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[mggsv]

WIFE !

Min Yoongi x black!f reader || (18+) || reblogs would be appreciated! <3

warnings: role play, Yoongi is called “Suga” or “Agust” throughout the story, mascara, crying, hair pulling, dom!yoongi, reader has locs, edging, degrading, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), using a safe word!, praise, soft ending.

“Tell me something,” he murmurs, “the fuck are you good for hm?” He takes a deep breath, eyes shutting briefly before staring into your almond shaped brown ones.

“You can’t cook, cleanings fine- but you suck with kids.” Your eyes water, gasping slightly. “You can’t be a good mafia wife if you can’t understand half the shit that goes on.” He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Seems like the only thing you’re good at is taking dick, am I right?”

The pink head of his cock pop’s out of your mouth, spit alongside your mouth as you panted. Fat, black tears seeped from the side of your eyes. Suga sighed once more, cock twitching at the sight. A fucking mess you were. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

His leaking tip rubbed against your plump lips, your lip gloss mixing with the cum. All Suga could do was smirk. He enjoyed it. “Yes..yes sir.” You whimpered. Your cunt throbbed around the toy he had inside of you and you hated it. He knew just how needy you were after all.

“If that were the case..should I have married you?” His ring covered fingers reached down to stroke your cheek, wiping the tears from your face, mascara ruined. “A whore could do the same.” His hand found your locs, put up in a cute ponytail with a pink ribbon, and pulled your head back. “Y- Suga.. please..” You trembled, eyes shutting at his grip tightening. Felt so fucking good. Your pussy ached for his attention- anything from the man who wrecked you with just a few words. You whined loudly, his other hand going around your neck. The toy inside of you buzzing even more. It had your legs straining against the floor. “You’re a good wife aren’t you?” He smirked, cooing softly at his doll. You gasp, hips rocking forward. Between the toy and his hands you were on fire.

“Mmmhm..m’a good wife m’promise..”

“And If I fill this hole up you’ll be a good mother, too, won’t you?”

“Mhm!” Your eyes open, hips jerking. Your stomach had a pooling feeling. “Cum-“

“Now you know it’s not that easy.”

Muttering softly, Suga motioned for you to stand. He hummed at your body, taking in how breathtakingly beautiful you looked. Cunt wet with slick spread on your inner thighs, nipples hard and wet with his spit, bite marks all on your shoulders. A mess. His touch lost, the toy cutting off abruptly. “Please..” you sniffled. Cute. He found you absolutely adorable.

“Spread your legs for me.” He leans forward, tongue licking along your v line. Getting closer..so close. The flick of his tongue to your clit sent you over. “Fuck!” You reach out for his hair, Suga lapping at your clit, sucking as you came. Your cunt squeezed around the toy until it fell on the soft rug beneath you. Suga’s hand landing a smack to your ass. Shaking, he kept his mouth on your sensitive cunt.

His thumb dragged your slick, playing with how wet you were while he made it worse.

“Have a seat.” Leaning back, Suga starts stroking his cock. Flushed and red, he adjusts for you, your body fitting perfectly over him. His cock teased your hole, groaning at how wet you sounded with just the tip slipping inside of you. “Oh fuck..oh fuck-“ You throw your head back, finally getting what you wanted. His cock buried deep inside of you, taking it to the hilt. He shudders against your chest, your nails digging into Suga’s arms while you leaned against him.

“Look at that..taking it in all at once.” His tongue darted out to lick small stripes upon your chest. You started to move slowly, gasping at the noise. His size was..insane, but enough for you. Suga grips your hips, another groan ripping from his throat while you squeezed around him. So sensitive you were, after just cumming. At some point you didn’t have the strength anymore to lift yourself. He held you at an angle, hips lifting while he fucked into you hard and slow. “Knew you could take it like a good girl.”

A small whine leaving you breathless, sounds growing louder by the second. And god it hurt so good, you didn’t know what to do but enjoy the ride. Suga talked to you but you couldn’t hear a thing, too lost into everything. Lost..you knew where you lied with him. No matter what.

“..at me.” It was all a blur. “Look-“ You gasped, his cock hitting a certain spot inside of you. So deep, you squeezed onto him. Eyes watering once more. “Suga-“ You felt your head being lifted back, you saw the ceiling, illuminated by the candles lit around the room.

“Angel.” It was like everything stopped. You hiccuped, legs shaking as you blinked the tears away. Yoongi looks at you, frowning softly. He was quick to stop, but..

“You- safe word. Yoon-“

“Shh..” He knew you inside and out. That small motion of quietness was enough. He knew you were tired, fucked out. He had came inside of you minutes ago.

Kissing your delicate shoulders softly, Yoongi stood carefully, slipping out of you with a loud hiss. The night ending with you in his arms, hand rubbing all over your body as he took care of you. Delicate kisses lingering all over your body, a warm bath, and Yoongi’s voice putting you to sleep.

#bts #yoongi #min yoongi #min yoongi bts #bts army #bts x black reader #black reader #fem reader #suga #suga bts #suga x reader #suga smut #yoongi smut #suga bts x reader #bts suga #kpop #smut #bts smut #agust d #agust d smut #au #role play #dom suga #dom yoongi

[harbingersglory]

Perhaps the Shogun Puppet and Sara (both trans) sharing the reader? The puppet offering up a volunteer (reader) as a reward for Sara’s devoted years of service, that quickly ends up with the reader getting spitroasted between them. Sara has the privilege of claiming the reader’s pussy (and by extension, their womb and eventual firstborn child) while the Shogun takes their mouth—this is meant to be Sara’s reward after all.

{☆} characters kujou sara, raiden shogun [ puppet ] {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader, transfem kujou sara, transfem raiden shogun {☆} warnings 18+ content, breeding kink, restraints, fingering, face fucking

Kujou Sara was many things– loyal, devoted and first and foremost a soldier. There was little time between a strict schedule for anything but honing herself like a dulled blade. She assumed she simply did not care for worldly pleasures, but now..

Her throat feels impossibly dry, her palms clammy as she tries to ignore how tight fitting her uniform feels all of a sudden. She cannot look away from the meek figure at the feet of the Shogun, her Archon, stripped bare and tied in an intricate display of winding ropes that accentuate your figure– she feels lightheaded at the sight, a broken groan tumbling from her lips, just barely muffled in time by her trembling hand.

"A reward," The stoic, unyielding voice of the Shogun rings in the room like the swing of a blade, cutting through the thick air with the ease befitting of such an imposing figure. "For your service, General Kujou." She gestures so easily to you, as if presenting an object to be owned rather then a person– she cannot find it in herself to dispute it. You are..beyond words. Ethereal, even as you are bound in tight ropes and left at the mercy of an Archon and a tengu.

"..I am honored by your generosity, Almighty Shogun." Sara replies quickly and stiffly, her eyes never drifting far from your body– always drawn back. "Yet you are still hesitant." The Shogun snaps back coldly, eyes narrowed– her shoulders grow stiff in tension, her mind scrambling for an excuse, yet she cannot manage to speak a word.

"If this reward is not suitable.." Sara nearly balks at that, her hands twitching and her teeth aching in an urge she thought long buried. Try as she might, she cannot ignore the desire she feels towards you..and she cannot simply refuse a reward from the Shogun herself. Archons, she is a weak woman, she realizes– her will broken by a pretty face..

"..It is suitable, Almighty Shogun."

Yet she steels her resolve like a honed blade, kneeling before her "reward" and clasping your ankles in her calloused hands– your skin is smooth, at least compared to her own, as she eases your legs apart. Archons, you are even more gorgeous up close. The satisfied hum of the Shogun, watching with piercing eyes as she claims her reward, spurs her on. She leans close to your face, cupping your jaw in her hand and taking a moment to appreciate your features. The bob of your throat as you swallow, the haziness of your eyes..she leans down further, pressing almost reverent, apologetic kisses to your jaw, exhaling heavily against your skin.

She cannot stop herself now. The sickly sweet scent of shampoo, likely the courtesy of the Shogun, fills her lungs and makes her feel dizzy. You're like a fine dessert and she wants to devour you.

Even still, however, she keeps a close eye on your face– watching the slightest changes like a hawk. She leans away from spots you seem to show discomfort from, pressing more kisses and nips to the spots that have your breath hitching in your throat. She likes it– seeing you beneath her like this..Archons, her uniform feels so suffocating now, her cock straining against it.

But she wants to take it slow, if only for her own inexperience. She wants to see your face twisted in pleasure, not discomfort.

So she takes her take unraveling you, her chapped lips kissing down your throat to your chest, the barest hint of bruises marring your skin as she drags her tongue across your nipple, a low growl building in her throat at the way you arched your back into her mouth. It's so distracting that she almost forgets the Shogun stands above her, watching like a statue as her hand slips between your thighs to sink a finger into your cunt– and how easily she does so, your thighs already sticky with arousal. She is slow in her movements, fingering you more like a lover, intimate in a way that feels foreign to her.

"You're so pretty," She murmurs in a haze, words slurred through the fog of desire, sighing softly against your shoulder as she eases another finger inside you, her tongue finding your other nipple. "Does this feel good?" Her eyes meet your own as she presses a kiss to your chest, practically pleading for the answer to be yes– she wants the validation, to know she's making you feel good, at least as good as she feels. Her touch is still uncertain and clumsy, but she has always been a quick learner.

It does not take long before you unravel beneath her, your squishy walls squeezing around her fingers as she eases you through your climax.

Your cum sticks to her fingers when she pulls her hand back, her own breath hitching in her throat as she swipes her tongue across her digits– had she not been in such a daze, she might've been embarrassed, but the taste upon her tongue only made the fog worse. She almost considered burying her face in your cunt for a better taste, but her cock was..painfully hard. So with a hint of reluctance, she fumbled with her uniform, tugging her aching cock free with a broken groan.

For a moment she almost seems embarrassed by your stare, her hands pushing your thighs further apart– but the look of raw need..it matches her own, feeding the almost animalistic urges that urge her to claim you, to push your legs up to your chest and fill your womb till it's bursting with her cum. Archons, she wants to. Just seeing her cum spilling out of your cunt would be enough.

Her nails dig into your thighs as she aligns her cock, dragging the tip through your folds before gently sinking into your cunt. It almost breaks her– the tight, wet heat of your folds around her drags a whine unbidden from her throat, breaths coming out in shallow panting. Her grip on your thighs tightens as she presses a shaky kiss to your chest, satisfied by the moans that tumble from your own lips. She wonders what it would be like to kiss you, but the thought is swept from her thoughts as quickly as it came, her cock slowly stretching your cunt around her, forcing you to take every inch.

You've never looked prettier in her eyes.

But her moment of admiration and awe is short lived, her body falling into complete stillness as she watched the Shogun step forward– Sara can feel her stare through the back of her head, sweat beading on her brow and her throat so dry it's difficult to swallow. Rather, instead of whatever Sara expected, the Shogun kneels.

It's only now she sees the twitching cock between her own legs, stilling any protests that bubbled up in her throat. She watched, transfixed as the Shogun slid a thumb past your lips, tilting your head back enough for her to sink her cock into your waiting mouth. The sight of it makes her heart stutter in her chest, her own cock twitching inside you as she bucks her hips instinctively, hissing at the sudden burst of pleasure.

Sara doesn't dare to speak up, but she can't help but feel transfixed by the way your throat bulges around the Shogun's cock, her hands digging deeper into your thighs. The ease in which you take the Shogun makes her wonder if you were hers– the idea of fucking the Shogun's pet..she was surprised to find the idea so enticing, her hips snapping harshly against yours as she fit herself fully inside your cunt, hands clasping your thighs to the point even her hands were beginning to ache.

The Shogun was still watching her, she could feel it, but it felt less suffocating and more..curious, maybe. Whatever rhythm Sara set, the Shogun would adjust, the gentle rolling of her hips accentuated by the short thrusts into your mouth. She felt dizzy at it all, burying her face against your chest and sliding her hands up your hips, along your ribs, clutching you tightly against as she pulled her hips back, nearly slipping out of your cunt altogether before snapping her hips forward harshly, the slap of skin making her groan.

She couldn't help it anymore– she needed to claim you, to see your face contort in pleasure as she claimed your cunt, filled you to the brim with her cum..she wanted it so badly it made her feel dizzy. A part of her wonders if the Shogun would even let her impregnate you, but she didn't care– she'd try anyway. Even if she had to fill you up again and again, as many times as it took.

Sara's gentle thrusts quickly crumbled into something much rougher, all sense forgotten at the promise of claiming you– of making you hers, from your cunt to your womb, and even your mouth, if she ever got the chance. She was practically an animal in her desperation, stretching your cunt to fit her with every harsh thrust and growling against your chest, leaving visible bruises and bites on your chest. The Shogun matched her with a robotic rhythm of her own, the sound of you gagging around the Shogun's cock making her shudder, her eyes following the drool dribbling down your face.

It was far more arousing then she wanted to admit, watching the Shogun use your throat while she used your cunt, giving you no room to breathe.

It is with a great reluctance that she pulls her gaze away from you and the Shogun, burying her face against your chest once more as the pressure builds, her lips caught between her teeth until the taste of iron flooded her taste buds. But she had no time to dwell on it, pressing her hips firmly against your own with a muffled groan as the pressure exploded, her cum painting your walls, still bucking into you in short thrusts.

She could only imagine the image of your throat being filled by the Shogun's own climax, her lungs straining as she gulped down air between shaky moans, pressing a kiss to your chest.

She was far from done with you, but you deserved at least a moment of respite before she filled you all over again.

#asks #anon #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #minors dni #writing tag #kujou sara x reader #kujou sara smut #raiden shogun x reader #raiden shogun smut #chewing on the bars of my cage OUGH #if the other sara fic was like a pointblank shotgun blast 2 the chest #this was like. an rpg point blank 2 the chest. #ei/sara/miko triple teaming reader is next /hj #also shogun played a smaller role then i would have liked but i wanted the focus 2 mainly be on sara #also lowkey puppy sara agenda was added #pathetic sopping wet puppy she needs validation when shes fucking your brains out okay #call her a good girl/boy and its over ur not seeing the sun for a week #yall need 2 stop w the breeding kink for my sake i die a little inside every time i see it #its my weak point i am nothing if not weak for a good breeding kink fic #really need 2 make one where its the real main focus at some point. ough. #need a family man like ch1lde but a woman instead smh #brain says transfem d1luc............ #nav1a maybe but i feel like shed be lowkey abt it #ueueueueue ill shut up now this has nothing 2 do w the post anymore lol #also not proofread so like. if theres any typos or smth dont look at me. runs #also also lowkey implied reader is basically the shoguns uhh. pet? toy? w/e u want ig. #but yknow. sharing is caring!!

[rrafecameronsslut]

𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞’𝐬 “𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞”

warnings: smut, explicit language, alcohol/drugs use, sexual content, flirting and teasing, pet name (“little one”), unprotected sex, degradation

Y/N IS NOT A MINOR, “Little One” is just a pet name, please don’t get it confused. I do not write smut for minors. — Sorry if it caused any inconveniences, also if you are a minor this page is not for you, it’s 18+

Your best friend, Barry, was to blame for this unfortunate turn of events. He had somehow convinced you to come to the Outer Banks, promising endless parties and fun in the sun. Little did you know, he had an ulterior motive. "Oh, and by the way," he casually mentioned on the flight over, "I invited Rafe." Your stomach lurched at the mere mention of his name. "Rafe?" you squeaked, eyes wide with horror. "The Outer Banks psycho?"

Rafe, who was sitting in a recliner, looked you up and down. He had a face that could've belonged to either a serial killer or a model. It was hard to tell. His eyes were piercing, his gaze unrelenting. He took a swig of whiskey from a crystal tumbler before speaking. "Can you even drink, little girl?" he drawled.

You felt a mixture of annoyance and fear wash over you. Annoyance at Barry for bringing you here, and fear of this…this psycho who seemed to have a strange fascination with you. "Yes, yes I can, Rafe," you managed to say through gritted teeth. You clutched your own drink, wishing you hadn't accepted it from Barry in the first place.

The room seemed to close in around you as you tried to think of something, anything, to say. The only sound was the faint murmur of the ocean outside, and the occasional clink of glasses as people laughed and talked around the beach house. But you couldn't shake the feeling that Rafe was watching you, studying you.

"So," he drawled, "what brings you to the Outer Banks?" His eyes flickered down to your chest, and you felt a blush creep up your neck. You took a gulp of your drink to calm your nerves, wishing it was something stronger.

"Oh, uh," you stammered, looking anywhere but at him, "I mean, I came with Barry, you know? For the parties and stuff." Your words came out in a rush, and you wished you could take them back.

Rafe chuckled darkly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Oh, I'm sure you'll find plenty of parties," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But I think you're here for something else." He leaned forward in his chair, his eyes boring into yours. "Something more…personal."

You swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of fear and anger surge through you. You didn't know what he meant by that, but you were determined not to show it. You forced a laugh, trying to sound casual. "Oh, really? Well, I guess we'll just have to see, won't we?"

Rafe smiled back at you, his eyes cold and calculating. "We certainly will," he said, taking another swig of his whiskey. You could feel his gaze boring into you, as if he was trying to see right through you. You wished you could just disappear, or at least have Barry come and rescue you from this uncomfortable situation.

But Rafe seemed to sense your discomfort, and he leaned in even closer. "You know, I've always been fascinated by people like you," he purred, his breath hot against your ear. "So innocent, so naive. It's almost a shame to see you here, in this place."

Your heart raced as he spoke, and you struggled to maintain your composure. You could feel his body pressing against you, and you wanted nothing more than to push him away. But something held you in place, rooted to the spot.

"What do you mean?" you managed to choke out. "What is it about me that you find so fascinating?"

Rafe's laugh was cold and mocking. "Oh, little one," he drawled, "you have no idea." He ran a long, elegant finger down your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "You're like a butterfly, pinned to a board. You belong somewhere else, somewhere more…natural. But instead, you're here, in this house, surrounded by these people. You don't belong."

His words sent a shiver down your spine. You tried to pull away from him, but his grip on your arm was firm. "What do you want from me?" you whispered, barely above a whisper.

Rafe leaned even closer, his breath warm against your cheek. "I want to see how far I can push you," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I want to see what you're really made of." He let go of your arm and stepped back, giving you just enough space to breathe. "And I think you want the same thing."

You felt a chill run down your spine as you considered his words. Was it true? Did you really want this? You took another gulp of your drink, hoping it would give you the courage to speak your mind. "I don't know what you're talking about," you managed to say, your voice sounding weak even to your own ears. "I just want to have a good time, that's all."

Rafe laughed, a cruel and mocking sound. "Oh, little one," he drawled, "you can't be that innocent. You've been here for hours, and you've seen everything that's gone on. You know there's more to this party than just dancing and drinking." He leaned in closer again, his breath warm against your ear. "You want to know what happens behind closed doors. You want to be a part of it, and I bet your underwear is soaked thinking about it.”

You felt a flush creep up your neck at his words. He was right; you had seen things that night that you couldn't unsee. But you couldn't admit that to him. "I'm just here for a good time," you repeated, trying to sound more confident than you felt. "And I think I've had enough of you for one night." You took another gulp of your drink, hoping it would help steady your nerves.

Rafe smiled, seeming to enjoy your discomfort. "Oh, little one," he drawled, "you don't mean that." He took another step closer, and you could feel the heat radiating off his body. "You want this, just as much as I want you." His hand found its way to your hip, and he gripped it possessively. "Don't you?"

You tried to push him away, but his hold was too strong. "Let go of me," you managed to choke out.

Rafe's smile widened. "Oh, little one," he purred, "you don't mean that." He leaned in closer, his body pressing against yours. "You want this, don't you?" He ground his hips against yours, and you could feel his erection clearly through your clothes. "You want me to take you, here and now."

You struggled against him, feeling a desperate urge to escape. But it was no use; he was too strong, and his grip on you was unyielding. You could feel the heat of his breath on your neck as he whispered, "You belong with me, you know that."

The words sent a shiver down your spine. You wanted to believe them, to be free of the suffocating life you'd been leading for so long. But at the same time, you knew that giving in to him would be a terrible mistake. You tried to push him away, but it was no use. “Let’s go behind closed doors, how’s that sound, y/n?” Rafe whispers into your ear.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you nod, unable to find the words to speak. Rafe smirks and leads you through the crowd, his hand firmly gripping your hip. The music grows fainter as you make your way deeper into the house, down a dimly lit hallway. The air feels thick with anticipation and desire. Finally, he pushes open a door, revealing a lavishly decorated bedroom.

The bed is enormous, covered in plush red comforters, and there's a mirror on the ceiling above the headboard. A low, velvet chaise lounge sits in the corner, surrounded by scattered pillows. Rafe releases your hip and pushes you roughly toward the bed, sending you stumbling forward. You land on your hands and knees, feeling the softness of the comforter beneath your palms.

"Now, little one," he says, his voice low and menacing, "let's see what you're made of." He steps up behind you, pressing his hips against your ass. You feel the hardness of him, and a shiver of fear and arousal runs down your spine. His hand finds its way between your legs, roughly pulling your underwear aside. He growls in approval as he feels your wetness.

He guides your head back, forcing you to look up at him from the bed. His features are twisted into a cruel expression, but his eyes are filled with desire. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, his warm breath fanning across your face. "I could look at you all night." His fingers slide inside you, finding your clit. You gasp at the sensation, arching your back into his touch.

Rafe growls in response, increasing the pressure of his fingers as he begins to thrust them in and out. You can feel him, hard and ready, pressed against your ass, and you long for him to be inside you. He pulls his fingers away, and before you can register what's happening, he's pushing his erection against your entrance, guiding it inside.

He groans as he feels you stretch around him, and then he begins to move, thrusting hard and deep. The bed creaks beneath you, and the sound of their bodies colliding fills the room. You arch your back, meeting his movements, lost in the sensation of being claimed by him. He grips your hair roughly, forcing your head back, exposing your neck to his mouth. His teeth scrape against your skin, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine.

"That's it, little one," he growls. "Take it all." He pounds into you harder, faster, driving you towards a shattering climax. You feel the heat building inside you, spreading through your body, making it impossible to think of anything but the sensation of being filled by him. Your nails scrape against the comforter, digging into the soft fabric as you lose control, crying out his name.

Rafe's movements become even more frenzied, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he nears his own release. He bites down gently on your neck, leaving a stinging mark that feels both painful and erotic. You arch your back off the bed, meeting his thrusts, wanting more, wanting him deeper.

The room spins, the music from downstairs seeming to fade into the distance as you're lost in this intense, primal connection with him. His body feels like steel, and every movement sends shockwaves of pleasure through you. You tighten your grip on the comforter, digging your nails into the soft fabric as your climax builds, building, building. “You like that you dirty slut, yeah?” Rafe growls out, his voice rough with desire. His hips slam into you harder, faster, as if he's trying to push you over the edge.

And then, finally, you feel it: a sharp, electric wave of pleasure washes over you, making you arch your back off the bed in a silent scream. Your muscles clench tight around him, your nails scrape down his back as you try to keep from falling apart at his touch. He groans deeply, his thrusts becoming erratic as he nears his own release. His teeth graze against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “Yeah, your my slut, yeah?” He growls, demanding a answer

You gasp for breath, barely able to form words.. "Yes," you manage to croak. "I'm your slut."

The words seem to fuel him, and he picks up the pace, slamming into you harder than ever before. The bed creaks beneath you, the headboard hitting the wall with each powerful thrust. Your body is stretched and full, every nerve ending on fire as he takes you to the edge once more. He bites down gently on your shoulder, the pain mingling with the pleasure, sending you spiraling out of control.

"That's it, baby. Take it all. Take what's yours," he groans, his voice raw with desire. His hips slap against your ass, his erection thrusting deep inside you, claiming you as his. You whimper, arching your back off the bed, lost in the sensation of being owned by him. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you in place as he takes you higher and higher.

The pleasure builds inside you, a tight coil of need that threatens to unravel with every hard thrust. You bite down on your lip, trying to stifle the cries that rise unbidden to your throat. You're so close, on the brink of release, and with every stroke of his hips against yours, it feels as if he's pushing you over the edge.

His fingers dig into your hips, his nails raking over sensitive flesh as he holds you in place for his thrusts. You arch your back, offering yourself up to him, feeling the weight of his body press you into the mattress. The room spins, the sounds of their passion filling your ears, drowning out everything but the beat of your hearts.

He growls, his breath hot against your ear. "God, I love how wet you are for me. You're so fucking perfect." His hips move faster, harder, his erection thrusting deep inside you, claiming your body as his own. He bites down gently on your shoulder, the pain mingling with the pleasure, sending shockwaves through your system. You whimper, your fingers digging into the sheets, desperate for purchase as you're carried away by the force of his movements.

The tension builds within you, coiling tighter and tighter, threatening to snap free at any moment. His movements become erratic, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he nears the edge. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you in place as he takes you higher, higher. “Your my slut, your pussy belongs to me, nobody else.” He growls into your ear, his hips thrusting harder, faster.

Your body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending alive with pleasure. You arch your back off the bed, moaning his name as you feel the first wave of release wash over you. His thrusts become even more urgent, more demanding, as he meets you in that perfect moment. He growls deep in his throat, his muscles tensing beneath your touch. His hips slam into you one final time, his body shudders, and he lets out a hoarse cry of pleasure.

Hot, sticky fluid spills into you, filling you up. He collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he catches his breath, his chest heaving against yours. You can feel the warmth of his skin, the roughness of his stubble against your cheek. Your body feels boneless, limp, but satisfied.

He rolls off you slightly, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at you. His eyes are glassy with desire, and there's a satisfied smile on his lips. "God, you're so amazing," he whispers, running a hand through your sweaty hair. "You know I could never get enough of you."

#rafe x reader #rafe obx #rafe cameron #rafe smut #rafe outer banks #rafe imagine #outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron smut #outer banks smut #outer banks #obx #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks imagine #Imagine #smut #rafe cameron role play #rafe cameron rp

[iceman-soup]

amab masc!reader x bot!price

Sure, he's your superior, but if Price gets you that hard whenever he calls you "sir," then who are you to deny him some role reversal?

And yeah, maybe you both realised it was a thing by accident, when he sarcastically said "yes, sir," just to be a little bitch, but the way you blushed and had to adjust your trousers certainly didn't go unnoticed, and it's not really his fault that he had to call you into his office later anyway. I mean, he could've avoided teasing you, calling you "sir" even then, but what's the fun in that?

Especially when it ended up with him pressed against the wall, one hand over his mouth to muffle his moans as you fuck him senseless, leaving hickeys high enough on his neck to be visible whatever he's wearing, pulling his hand away to hear his cute little begs and whimpers as he wanks himself off as best he can whilst you pound into him.

Breathing heavy when he calls you "captain," even though you're nowhere near that rank. His hole clenching around your dick, milking your cum from it and making him fall into you when you loosen your grip on him. Whining that he's not cum yet, pouting when you take his hands and pin them up against the wall again.

"Please, Captain, sir," he sobs, hips bucking against nothing, desperate for friction. When you reach a hand down, light touches to his cock to tease him, he cries out a far too loud "please," forcing you to shut him up with your mouth, sharing kisses as you move your hand up and down til he cums all over it, his teeth biting your lip as he moans out a final "sir," whimpering and leaning into you tiredly.

#revision?? who's she #gonna write more price role reversal stuff #ughhh i like reader's rank being (generally) up for interpretation though #reader tends to be a sergeant always :( #but then theres like. 4/5 sergeants and 1 lieutenant in fics?? #anywayyy #cw smut #cw sir kink #cw power play #kinda? its not really power more just name i guess #john price #john price x male reader #john price x gn!reader #x amab reader #x male reader #cod men x male reader #john price x reader #john price x you #cod x gn!reader

[onehundredflamingos]

@jegulus-microfic

22 / convict / 1476 words / NSFW / explicit sexual content

“I’m not wearing this,” Regulus complained immediately. He was holding up a pair of thong underwear, white and grey horizontal stripes across it. There was a small patch sewn into the waistband — an inmate number.

“Do you want to be the cop instead?” James asked, holding up his outfit. His was a pair of deep navy booty shorts and a button down crop top. It came with a small hat with a gold star on the front, and a pair of plush black handcuffs.

“Absolutely not, James.”

“Fine.” James smiled, like he had just won the jackpot. “Then you have to be the convict.”

Regulus huffed. He didn’t know why James was so adamant about role playing anyway, but he supposed if James ended up naked in the end, what difference did it make?

“Fine.”

Regulus stormed off to the bathroom, following James instructions to put it on immediately, doing his best to only focus on the fact that he was about sixty seconds from seeing that man in booty shorts.

Suddenly there was a loud bang at the door, enough to startle Regulus into nearly falling over, second leg barely through his jeans he was sliding on over the costume.

“It’s the cops, open up!”

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

“Is there a problem, off—,” Regulus started to ask, but was immediately cut off by the sight of James in that outfit. “Holy shit, James.”

“It’s Officer Potter, to you,” James said, blushing. “There have been some complaints recently, I’m going to have to take you in for questioning,” he demanded, hands on his hips.

Regulus sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, deciding this game wasn’t so bad after all. “Okay, Officer Potter.”

James led Regulus to the back of their house and into their bedroom, demanding he be stripped down. “All of our inmates are required to wear the same prison uniform,” he tacked on, puffing out his chest. James reached forward and grabbed at the bottom hem of Regulus’ t-shirt, pulling it up and over his head.

“Hands behind your head,” James said, and Regulus had to hold back a snicker. James was a lot of things, but assertive was not one of them.

Not with Regulus anyway.

Regulus obliged, putting his hands behind his head, palms flush against his dark curls. He watched as James opened each handcuff before disappearing behind him, snicking each cuff shut around each wrist.

“Pants off next,” James said, moving back to Regulus’ front, undoing the button of his jeans and sliding them down. “This is certainly more appropriate,” James said stoically, gesturing to Regulus’ thong.

“What were these complaints for, Officer?” Regulus asked, looking down at James. James looked incredible in the crop top he chose, a piece of clothing that Regulus never would have anticipated to turn him on so much.

“Noise complaints,” James said, shaking his head as if he was truly disappointed. “I’m going to have to punish you, and I expect you to stay quiet.”

“Where would you like me to take that punishment?” Regulus asked, small smirk playing on his lips.

James gestured with a small nod. “Get on the bed, facing up. I want your hands against the headboard.” Regulus obliged, settling his hands on either side of a single dowel lining their spindle headboard, fuzzy handcuffs still forcing them close together.

James climbed over Regulus, straddling his torso as he reached up to fix the handcuffs, wrapping the center chain around the post before clasping it around both wrists once more.

He slid down Regulus’ body and settled between his legs, pressing his lips to the fabric covering Regulus’ cock. He exhaled hot puffs of air along his length, pressed his wet tongue to the tip.

Regulus moaned softly at the sensation, at the blood rushing straight to his cock. He reached down to card his fingers through James’ hair, only to feel the yank of metal and fur against his wrist. He whimpered, wanting to touch James so badly, wanting to guide his head just a bit lower, to force more pressure against his growing cock even with the underwear still on.

After a few moments, James pulled Regulus’ cock out from its confines, immediately licking a strip up the underside, and Regulus unable to hold back the groan that was let loose from deep down in his chest. Regulus hadn’t been expecting him to dive in so quickly; James was usually so gentle and explorative to start.

Not that Regulus was complaining.

James pulled his mouth off of Regulus’ cock just as quickly as he had taken it into his mouth, looking up at Regulus and tutting. “Quiet, or I’ll have to punish you worse than this.”

Regulus liked this James. He nodded.

The first few minutes that James took Regulus in his mourh, he was quiet. So quiet he very well could’ve been not enjoying himself.

But he was — of course he was, but he wanted more.

He let out a moan, guttural and primal and loud.

James jerked his head off of Regulus’ cock, and Regulus nearly grinned at him — a wide smile to rival one of James’ — if he thought he would still get what he was after.

“I told you if you couldn’t keep quiet, I would have to punish you worse, Regulus Black.”

Regulus nodded sweetly. “Whatever you think you need to do, sir.”

James slid his shorts off and settled onto his haunches, pouring lube on his hands and his cock before getting to work stretching Regulus out. Regulus bit his lip, stifling the moans he felt trying to push their way out, quieting all of the James’ and the pleases, until James was finally pressing his cock inside of him.

“That’s a good boy, being so quiet for me now,” James encouraged, grabbing ahold of Regulus’ hips, fingertips digging into his flesh. “Did you learn your lesson? Not to be so fucking loud where everyone can hear you?”

It would be funny that James asked that question — so loud, as he fucked Regulus’ hard, headboard slamming into a shared wall over and over — if not for how good it felt, how empowered James looked in that obscene crop top.

“Y-yes, officer,” Regulus said in a whisper. James reached down and took Regulus’ cock in his fist, stroking him at just the right pace to match his own hips.

Regulus cried out, sound coming unbidden, and James immediately released his grip around Regulus’ cock, leaving it throbbing and leaking at the tip. “Looks like you don’t deserve that after all.” He quirked a brow. “Do you need me to cover your mouth to make sure you keep quiet?”

Regulus shook his head.

“Or maybe I should choke you a bit, steal your breath so you can’t cry out like that?”

James phrased it as a question, but Regulus couldn’t answer — not with James still thrusting into him, not with the promise of that.

He let out a little mewl of assent, the sound making James lips upturn, perfect smile flashing back at Regulus as he reached a hand forward and wrapped his fingers around Regulus’ throat. “Now I want you to stay silent as I make you come all over your chest, do you hear me?”

Regulus managed a small nod, even with James’ fingers curled around his neck, pinning him to the bed. He craned his neck back just a bit, giving James more access, and watched as James continued to move above him.

He was beautiful in his uniform, so confident and proud to have brought this to fruition, to have Regulus quite literally under his thumb.

James increased his pace, thrusting into Regulus hard, hand tightening until Regulus was certain he would have small bruises dotting the side of his neck — little fingerprints as evidence of his punishment for being too loud.

All at once, James was groaning, a small grimace on his face, contorting before settling into something beautiful as he came inside Regulus. James’ entire body slackened just a bit, and Regulus sucked in gulps of air as he followed James over the edge, biting his lip as hard as he could to keep from crying out.

James looked up at Regulus, panting softly, sweat dotting his brow. “Good boy, Reg,” James said, only half breaking character. “You were so quiet for me.”

James pressed a soft kiss to Regulus’ lips.

“James,” Regulus said in response. “Why do you look so fucking good in that stupid shirt?”

James laughed. “I don’t know, Reg, but I’m dying to see what it looks like on you.”

Regulus wasn’t entirely sold on the idea of him playing the cop role, but if he got to bend James over and punish him, he was sure it wouldn’t be so bad, after all.

#convict Regulus #cop James #role playing jegulus #jegulus #james x regulus #jegulus microfic #marauders era #starchaser #marauders fanfiction #jegulus smut

[sissylittlefeather]

Role Play Part 5: Something Borrowed

A/N: Well, shit. I accidentally finished this series. If you're a writer, you understand how sometimes these stories just write themselves. If you don't write, let me just tell you sometimes it really feels like I am just a pen for words with a life of their own. So, this chapter wrote itself and ended the series. Will there be an epilogue? Oh yeah. But please enjoy the end of this series. It's been a labor of love.

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Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, kissing, cussing, p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, angst

Word count: ~3.2k

In the morning, Elvis wakes up before you. That's strange, because he rarely wakes up before the afternoon, but he seems to sleep better with you there. At first, he lays there holding you, listening to the even pattern of your breathing. He knows he has to tell you to go home today, but the prospect of doing so is not a pleasant one. He slides out from under you and goes to the bathroom and gets a glass of water. When he comes back, you're still asleep, naked, laying on your stomach with your hair spread out across your back and the pillow. You look so peaceful and angelic in your sleep. For a second, he considers pulling out his camera and taking some photos of you. This is the image he'd like to keep, that he wakes up every morning thinking about. Your eyelashes flutter and he sets the glass of water on the nightstand, slipping back into the bed beside you.

You feel his hand on your back as he strokes your hair and it makes you shiver. Groaning and stretching, you scoot over close to him and put your arms around his waist. You feel him kiss the top of your head and linger there, inhaling your scent.

He's trying to figure out how to tell you to leave when all he wants in the world is for you to stay right there in his arms. But that's exactly why you need to go. He'll tell you when you're more awake. It would just be cruel to do it while you're still half asleep.

After a few more minutes you sit up and yawn. You kiss his shoulder and roll over him out of the bed to go to the bathroom. He watches your hips sway as you walk away from him and before he knows it, he's fully erect. That's when he hears the shower start. You come out of the bathroom and he looks you up and down all the way to your perfectly painted toenails.

"Thought I'd hop in the shower. You want to join me?" You say it seductively and do a little shimmy to tempt him. His cock is so hard it hurts, so it's impossible not to notice when he stands up. "Mmm. Good morning, soldier. You comin'?"

He growls and wraps himself around you as you turn to walk back to the bathroom, whispering in your ear.

"Not yet, but I bet I will be soon." You giggle and the sound fills the room in a way that makes his heart swell. As you tumble into the shower together, he decides he can tell you to go home after this is finished. One last time won't hurt.

In the shower, you fall into each other easily and it's all mouths and hands and moans and whimpers as he slides in and out of you, your wet skin hot against his. He starts out behind you with your hands against the shower wall as he holds your hips with both of his. Then, he turns you and picks you up, pressing your back against the wall and fucking into you with every ounce of his power. The steamy smell of sex fills the bathroom and you both get louder and louder as you approach your climax together. The water runs down both of your bodies and mixes with your sweat, your hair sticking to your forehead and shoulders.

"Oh, fuck, YES!" He finally yells as he slams into you one last time and fills you with his warmth. You can't make any noises as your orgasm pounds you and you lose hearing in your left ear. All you can do is hold onto him and shake as he kisses your neck and cheeks and mouth. Slowly, he sets you back down, but your legs are so wobbly that he switches the shower to a bath and sits down with you, situating himself behind you so that you're leaning against his chest.

"Are you okay, honey?"

"Mmm yeah, I'm better than okay. That was amazing."

"Yeah, it was." He tries to get up the courage to ask you to leave after the bath, but he just can't. Maybe he'll let himself enjoy this day with you and you can leave tonight.

******

You spend the next half hour or so in the bathtub together just talking and cuddling until the water isn't warm and your skin starts to prune. Finally, you get out and get dressed. He watches as you put on makeup and fix your hair. Every detail of you is interesting to him and he wants to memorize your every move.

You make your way to the kitchen together and eat some sandwiches before he takes you to show you around the house. He makes sure you get a taste of what each room has to offer: a game of pool, some TV, the piano, and he even lets you actually shoot a couple of his guns. You're out in the yard with the horses when the sun starts to set and he asks what you want for dinner.

"I can have the staff whip up pretty much anything you want."

"No. I have a better idea." The devious glint in your eye makes him nervous.

"What?"

"We're cooking."

"I can't cook!"

"Good thing I can. I'll show you. You can be my little helper." He rolls his eyes and puts his arms around you.

"Honey, are you sure?"

"It'll be fun. Come on. When have you not had fun with me?"

"That's true. Alright, we can try it." He leans in and kisses you deeply. Dinner. Then you have to go home.

******

In the kitchen, there's food everywhere as you try to make a meal out of the ingredients you found. Not surprisingly, you found stuff to make meatloaf and mashed potatoes. You also insist on sautéing some zucchini to go with it. He's not sure why you need a vegetable, but you tell him he'll eat it anyway. He peels potatoes, or tries to but he keeps dropping them in the sink and cussing, and mixes the meatloaf for you. He does not appreciate the texture of it on his hands, but for you he'll do just about anything. Luckily, you made him take his rings off before starting this process. Finally, pretty much everything is done and you're just waiting for the meatloaf to finish baking. You're at the sink doing dishes and he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you, setting his chin on your shoulder. He does this so often and it's your favorite thing.

"You look pretty doing dishes in my kitchen."

"Oh yeah? You like your women domestic?"

"I like you domestic." He kisses your cheek and your ear and down to the back of your neck. You grab a towel and dry your hands and then turn to face him. He kisses your mouth, parting your lips and sending his tongue to move against yours. With his hands on your hips, he walks you to another counter and picks you up, setting your bottom on the countertop. It's impressive how quickly he gets your pants and panties off and tossed to the side. Your hands go to the clasp on his pants and you drop them just enough to pull his cock out. He's mostly hard already and it only takes a few seconds of you stroking him with your hand to get him erect enough to push into you. You both let out a moan at the relief of him being inside you again. It feels like you'll never get enough of that sensation and he begins to slide in and out of you in a steady rhythm. He's convinced he could fuck you a million times and it still wouldn't get old. He pumps faster and faster, speeding haphazardly towards his climax, slamming into you harder and harder. He nips at your neck while he pounds you and you drag your nails down the back of his shirt. There's something very comfortable and intimate about the way he fucks you this time and it feels like you're going to keep doing it like this forever. He buries himself in you over and over again, hitting the most sensitive place inside you each time. You feel your orgasm beginning to build and you know you won't last much longer in this position. He seems to be experiencing the same thing as he grunts while he ruts into you. He looks down at the place where you connect and it nearly pushes him over the edge.

"God, baby, I could do this forever."

"I wish you would."

"Mm... mmm... baby, fuck!" His hips meet yours one last time and he cums deep inside you again. You hold him to you while you both think about what he said just seconds ago. Did he really say forever?

Just then the timer for the meatloaf goes off and you both jump. He erupts in laughter and you both stand there laughing and holding each other for another minute or so. Then, he pulls out and hands you your pants so you can get the meatloaf out. Both of you pretend to forget about what he said as you sit down to eat.

******

After dinner, he knows it is time for you to leave, but instead he offers up the idea of a movie in the TV room. You eagerly agree, completely oblivious to the fact that he's been trying to ask you to leave all day. He throws his arm around you and lets you snuggle into your place on his shoulder. Or at least, it sure feels like it's your place. The movie goes on and you laugh together and almost cry together at one part. He tells himself that as soon as it's over, he'll walk you to the door, give you a quick kiss, and be done with it.

And then he hears how evenly you breathe and notices how limp your hand is on his knee.

You're asleep.

His heart leaps and he smiles. He can't make you go home now. It would just be irresponsible to send you driving off this sleepy. Instead, he turns and scoops you into his arms. He carries you up both flights of stairs to the bedroom and lays you in the bed, sliding in next to you. He's laying behind you, so he looks down at you and watches you sleep for a bit. Then, you roll over to face him. He moves your hair out of your face and kisses your forehead.

It takes everything in him not to whisper that he loves you.

******

The next morning, you wake up first. Elvis breathes softly next to you and you run your fingertips down his nose and jawline, where the shadow of his facial hair has appeared overnight. Your heart breaks a little when you realize this is the last time you'll wake up next to him for a while. Maybe ever. It certainly feels like there's something real between you, but you can never be sure. He is still married.

You're trying to hold back tears when he stirs and groans. He puts his arm around you and pulls you in close to him and then kisses your forehead.

"Good morning, baby."

"I'm sorry I fell asleep last night. We didn't even get to do a role play."

"Are you kidding? We role played a married couple all day. You falling asleep on the couch before we could have sex was just part of the act."

You both laugh and try to ignore the implications of what he's just said. To keep it light, he doubles down.

"Now I just need you to nag me all morning and then it'll feel more real." You sit up and grab a pillow, hitting him with it gently.

"Oh yeah? That's the kind of wife you think I'd be?"

"Is there such a thing as a wife that doesn't nag? You made me eat a vegetable."

"Elvis! You little shit! It's good for you!" You hit him again with the pillow and he grabs it.

"Ahh, stop, this is exactly what I'm talking about!" He hits you with the pillow and then wrestles you down on the bed until he's on top of you. He leans in and kisses you gently.

This time he undresses you both carefully, dropping kisses onto your skin whenever he gets a chance. He takes the time to caress your body and press his lips and tongue in all the right places. Your orgasm washes over you like water and runs out to the edges of you sensually. When he pushes into you, he goes slowly so that you can feel every inch of him. He's unbearably gentle and he kisses you deeply and passionately while he slides in and out. There's nothing rushed or harsh or animalistic in the way he meets your hips with his. And he's noticeably silent, only letting a soft moan escape him here and there. When he presses his forehead to yours and closes his eyes while he shudders and fills you with warmth, you realize what's happening.

He's making love to you.

And he's telling you goodbye.

When he's finished, he lays his head on your chest and you swear he's trying not to cry. You hold him and let the tears slide onto the sheets while he can't see them. He lays there for a while just trying to breathe and you finally get ahold of yourself.

"I should probably head out soon."

"Yeah, probably." He manages to drag himself up out of the bed and put some clothes on while you do the same and pack up all the things you've strewn around the room since you've been there. You do this in silence without meeting each other's eyes.

Finally, you find yourself at the door just standing in front of him and staring at your shoes. Your heart is pounding.

"You know, honey, we probably should... well... I don't know if we should..." You know what he's trying to say and if it's really the end then you have nothing to lose.

"Elvis..."

"Yeah?" He looks up at you nervously and you finally make eye contact.

"I love... being with you. But-" When you start the sentence his heart jumps into his throat, but the last half of it drops it to his stomach. Hearing you say the words might've changed his mind. But he can't be in a one-sided love affair. Not while he's still married.

"This is over." He says it with an undeniable finality that cuts through you like a knife.

"Okay. I understand."

"It's been really great. You're really great and I-"

"It's okay." You put your finger on his lips before he says something he doesn't mean. Then you turn and open the door and walk out to your car. You drive away and try not to let yourself cry. Elvis goes back in the house, picks up the closest knick knack, and throws at the wall as hard as he can.

He stands with his hands on his hips looking up at the ceiling, his flowered silk shirt sticking to his back from the sweat. You almost said it. You were so close. Do you love him? His mind races over all the times you were together: the way you breathed life into him with the cop scenario, how you laid together talking until the sun came up after the French maid, when you let him take that dirty picture of you and how you felt sleeping against his chest, and this weekend. This weekend. It's happened fast, but he's in love with you. The thought of never seeing you again, never feeling the calm that settles in him when you're around, never hearing your laugh, it's unbearable.

"Fuck it."

He grabs a set of keys and heads to the carport. He has to look to see which set he grabbed and makes his way to the Blackhawk, quickly unlocking it and sliding into the front seat.

As he drives, it starts to drizzle, but he makes his way across town quickly. Luckily, he remembers where your apartment is. When he gets to the complex, he swings into a parking space and gets out and stares at the buildings in front of him. He remembers the address, but not the apartment number.

"Goddammit." He goes from building to building trying to remember. He figures out which building it is, but doesn't know which staircase to use. Finally, he just looks up and yells at the top of his lungs.

"Y/N!!!!!"

You've been moping around the apartment for the last twenty minutes, just letting all the tears you've been holding in fall. Your hair is a mess and you probably have makeup everywhere. But it doesn't matter. Your heart is in pieces and you're about to just crawl in bed for the afternoon. That's when you hear him. You run to the window and open it. The rain is starting to come down pretty good now.

"Elvis! What are you doing here?!"

"COME DOWN HERE!"

"It's raining!"

"I'm aware! Come down here anyway!" Your heart is pounding in your chest with hope for why he's here. You run to the front door and open it. You don't even think to bring an umbrella or jacket or anything. You just walk out into the rain towards him. When you get to him, he stands in front of you breathing heavily.

"Elvis, what-?"

"I love you." It takes your breath away.

"You what?!"

"I-I-I I love you. I'm in love with you." You stand there in awe, heart stopped and breathing shallow. "And I don't even care anymore if you don't-"

"I love you, too, Elvis."

"You do?"

"Yes!! Of course I do!" He smiles and laughs, relaxing. Then, he steps forward and wraps you in his arms, capturing your lips in one of the most passionate kisses you've ever experienced. Your mouths move against each other in a rhythmic tandem that only the two of you understand. The rain continues, but you don't even notice how wet you are. There is only you and him and your love for each other. He scoops you into his arms and carries you up the stairs to your apartment, still kissing you. When you get there, he kicks the door open and carries you straight to the bedroom.

But this time you don't have sex. You strip off your wet clothes and lay naked in the bed together. No costumes, no props, no pretending. Just the two of you. You talk and laugh and kiss and the love between you grows stronger by the second. The situation around you may be complicated, but you and him together is not. You'll figure the rest of it out. You love him and he loves you. Nothing else matters.

******

The End

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@ccab @elvisfatass @elvisalltheway101 @aliypop @18lkpeters @dkayfixates @tacozebra051 @your-nanas-house @deniseinmn @joshuntildawn13 @lookingforrainbows @60svintage @littlehoneyposts @epthedream69 @louisejoy86 @rjmartin11 @from-memphis-with-love @msamarican @deltafalax

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k¡nktober day two - roleplay w diavolo

~450 words

teacher student , blow jobs , maybe power imbalance — its roleplay

“Teacher,” you pout, crocodile tears in your eyes. “I can’t fail again, Lucifer’ll kill me.”

“Perhaps you should have thought about that before failing your sixth quiz this semester, MC.”

“Isn’t there any way I can amend this, teacher?” You bat your eyelashes.

“There is one thing…” Diavolo shifts his legs, drawing your eyes to his prominent bulge.

You drop your eyes and look at him through your eyelashes sultrily. “And that would be?”

“I think you know, my dearest exchange student.” Diavolo palms his growing erection. “What do you say?”

You rub your thighs together and shift side to side, “you’ll fix my grade?”

“Only if you,” Diavolo clicks his tongue, eyes pointing to his bulge.

“Of course, teacher,” you giggle flirtily and walk close enough to him so that when you drop down onto your knees you do not need to crawl far to be in front of him.

His eyes lid and Diavolo lets out a deep, sensual groan when you lean in to rub your face over his clothed bulge. His cock is emanating heat and you push your cheek closer to nuzzle it, then you stick your tongue out and wet the fabric of his crotch, licking on the tented fold.

“Get to it, student.” Diavolo orders with much less bite than he intended.

And you get to it, reaching up your hands to unzip his pants and free his raging cock, dark red with arousal, and the tip absolutely twitching. He’s so large and thick it makes your mouth water.

A quick sweep of your tongue over your lips to wet them, and you lean forward to wrap your lips over most of the head. Diavolo is salty on your tongue and the taste alone is enough to make you crave him crammed down your esophagus. Taking him that far would be enough to render your vocal chords useless for a week.

You hollow your cheeks and suck him as far as you comfortably can. Diavolo tangles his hand into your hair, tugging on the strands a little.

“Good job, keep going like this your grade will be bumped up in no time.” That spurs you to force him deeper in your throat, gagging and slobbering all over him. You’re barely over halfway and you can’t push yourself any further, so you reach up and lubed with your spit, rub your hands over the rest of his monstrous cock.

It doesn’t take much longer before his massive balls are seizing and a huge load is deposited straight to your tummy.

You pull off gasping and sputtering. When you finally can speak you ask, “so, what’s my grade, Teacher?”

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me x reader #obey me lemon #obey me shall we date #obey me x you #omswd #kinktober #kinktoberdaytwo #kinktober 2023 #role play #kinktober day two #obey me kinktober

[daily-hanamura]

#p4 #persona 4 #persona 4 golden #p4g #hanamura yosuke #yosuke hanamura #you know for all of yosuke's behaviour i think its very clear that he doesnt really see the girls in the IT as prospective dates or gfs #i think its just because this was such a “bro” moment that it was so funny #it also reminds me of that scene where chie complained about him calling her up to tell dirty jokes #it's funny to me because yosuke is simultaneously so conscious of gender roles and lines but also like... not at all #like hes only familiar with them in the abstract but also sometimes just... not at all? #in the magician manga his hometown friend group is mainly other typical teenage guys that also have that similar type of humour #they play pranks on each other they talk about girls and the smut they read - you know that bro type #and i think its the kind of friendship that yosuke is familiar with so he carries it over into this friend group as well #except of course it doesnt really go over as well because 1. the connections here are deeper and not superficial #2. this friend group is not made up of that type of bro dude #rise asks if this is something he really should be talking about in front of girls and i think it speaks to a lack of awareness on his part #the swimsuit incident aside i think yosuke for the most part just seems to forget that half his friends are girls #i think him signing them up for the pageant is precisely the kind of stupid prank that bro dudes play with each other #and of course it was extra funny when chie does exactly that to him #hes so stupid (i love him) #he's good with his queue

[itssmerafecameron]

Anyone need a new necklace??

#outer banks #outer banks rp #rafe cameron #rafe cameron role play #rafe #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #imagine #smut #outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron smut

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If It Pleases Your Honor

So, I got this done quicker then I thought I would. Here is the femreader x Rafael Barba smut. It is pretty much pure smut, a role play scene that has been talked about before hand so consent is entirely agreed upon before hand. There is a brief scene of aftercare at the end.

Warnings: Dominant, slut naming. Praise, degradation. A hint of breath play, talks about being a cock warmer, cock sleeve. Abuse of power. explicit smut. Role Play. Finishing inside.

I don't think I missed anything. But please let me know if I did.

I hope you guys enjoy reading this us much as I enjoyed writing it. And I think I managed to write just smut without any plot.

I also think this gif perfectly matches part of the scene I tried to describe!

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Prompt List

“Detective, I was told you wanted to see me,” the judge sat tall behind his desk, green eyes piercing you. His face was stern and arrogant, the look making you clench your jaw.

“Yes,” you seethed. “It’s about the contempt charge.”

“Ah yes, it wouldn’t be good for you, would it? This isn’t the first time you have been in trouble,” he smirked. “And I do believe you forgot something. I suggest you don’t forget it again or I will increase the fine.”

“Sorry, Your Honor,” you gritted out. His eyes roamed up and down your body, slowly his tongue poked out a little as his eyes met yours again. You felt your face flush and fought the urge to lower your gaze, you didn’t want to give him the pleasure.

“Much better, Detective,” he purred. “I’m guessing you want me to change my mind about it, hmm?”

He was enjoying this the bastard. You clenched your hands before relaxing them. You could not afford a fine, or any time in jail, mainly because it would be yet another mark against you, something that could be used to prevent you from raising any further than detective. And this smug bastard knew it. It had to be why he did it.

“Please, Your Honor, I was out of line,” your voice shook, you hated begging. “I promise I won’t do it again. You’re right it wouldn’t be good for me if this was put in my file and…and I can’t afford the fine.”

You took a step closer, biting your lip. You could hardly miss the way he looked at you every time you were in his courtroom testifying or sitting there in support of the victims, as if he was undressing you with his eyes. Though you hated even thinking of using it your advantage you didn’t see any other option. Judge Rafael Barba was hardly one to do anything that didn’t benefit him.

“Please, Your Honor, I will do anything for you change your mind,” you looked up at him through your lashes, you had your hands clasped in-front of you pushing your breasts together. You saw his eyes dart down to your cleavage, you had worn a slightly smaller shirt than you normally would, one that was low cut. Your cheeks heated further at the hunger that grew in his gaze, at the devilish smirk that slowly appeared on his face. He pushed his chair further away from his desk.

“Will you now?” he asked. “Well, let’s see about that. You will do everything I ask, and if you complete them to my satisfaction I may consider your request. Now, come and kneel in-front of me.”

He pointed to the space between him and his desk, as you rounded his desk and stood in-front of him, he spread his legs further, pulling his pants tighter across his thighs drawing your eyes to the bulge in them. Your breathe stuttered in your lungs, as it took all you had to slowly lower yourself to your knees.

“Look up at me detective,” his voice had gotten quiet but it still held authority, dominance and it was even more pronounced with the layer of lust that coated it. You raised your eyes looking at him as he grinned down at you, he crooked his finger. “Closer.”

You inched closer until you were right between his legs, close to the edge of the chair he sat in. One of his hands reached out, fingers trailing down your cheek, brushing over your lips and down your throat before stroking back up and cupping your cheek. His thumb rested against your lips before forcing its way between them, pressing down on your tongue.

“Suck,” he ordered. You felt a rush surge through you and down to your core. You created suction around his thumb as you rubbed your tongue against it. “Good girl.”

He moved his thumb in and out of your mouth, his eyes never leaving yours. The hunger in them burned through you, you squirmed brushing your thighs together feeling a wetness growing in your panties. Rafael drew his thumb out and you just stopped yourself from whining at the loss but it was as if he could tell, his smirk grew.

“Oh don’t worry little slut, your mouth will be full,” he cooed rubbing his wet thumb against your cheek.

He leaned forward as he stroked down your throat again, briefly tightening his grip before he moved down and slipped his hand inside your shirt. His other hand gripped your chin tilting your head up to ensure you kept eye contact with him as his hand slipped into your bra and he fondled one of your breasts, pinching at your nipple and lightly tugging it.

“Your Honor,” you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning. You wanted to pretend that you were faking it, just trying to appease his ego to help yourself but this damn bastard knew that you weren’t faking. He palmed your breast once more before withdrawing his hand entirely from your shirt.

“Ah, there’s the true detective,” he grinned sitting back. “Now, take your shirt and bra off, I want see those gorgeous tits as you fill your mouth with my cock.”

You hesitated briefly, looking away from Rafael and biting your lip, cheeks flushing in what you hoped he thought was shame but you knew deep down was pleasure.

“Your Honor, I-”

“Detective, you said you would do anything,” he raised an eyebrow. “Are you backing out? Shall I get the paper work?”

“No!” you shouted, he titled his head at you, mouth pursed. “Your Honor, of course. I’ll do it.”

You reached for the bottom of your shirt, taking a deep breath you pulled it up and off as you released the breath shakily. Rafael hummed as he palmed the bulge in his pants, reaching to undo his belt and lower the zipper.

“That’s what I thought naughty Detective,” he was smug at your compliance, knowing he had you right where he wanted you.

You reached behind to unclasp your bra, your hands shook as you bared yourself to the Judge. Rafael leaned forward again both hands reaching out to cup your breasts. He squeezed them, bouncing them lightly, grinning at the goosebumps that formed under his hands. The nipples hardening as he started to pinch and pull on them. You gasped pushing your chest forward into his hold without thought, the pleasure building, blinding you to reason, only wanting more of his touch. Rafael chuckled at your response, at the whine that you released when he removed his hands, one of them pulling out his hard cock and the other reaching behind your head to pull your hair out of the messy bun it was in. He grabbed a handful of it using it to pull your head closer.

“Now be a good little slut for me detective,” he traced the head of his cock along your lips. “And open wide.”

You felt your pussy throb at the degrading words he used on you. You opened your mouth allowing him to feed you the head of his cock. You sucked on it lightly, stroking the underside with your tongue making sure to focus on the vein and swirling around the head. You felt Rafael’s hand tighten in your hair and pulling at it. You brought one hand up to stroke at the rest of the length that wasn’t in your mouth, reaching in to the opening of his pants to play with his balls as well. The taste of his cock filled your mouth as his scent surrounded you. The attention you had been giving to the head caused precum to leak out. The taste caused you to suck harder and focus your tongue on the slit, trying to get more of it.

“Yes fuck!” Rafael groaned his hips moving just enough to lightly thrust in and out of your mouth not going much deeper than just the head for now. “God, your mouth was made for sucking cock. You can take more can’t you? Yes, you can you little slut, such a good slut for me.”

Rafael pushed a little more of his cock into your mouth, using the grip he had on your hair to control your movement. You relaxed your throat and jaw allowing him to control everything as he thrusted in and out of your mouth, this time at least half of his cock entering the hot wetness of your mouth. You focused on using your tongue on any part of his cock that you could reach as he thrusted. Making sure to create a little bit of suction, you lightly used a bit of your teeth as he next pulled out.

“Oh Detective, naughty,” he groaned and thrusted his cock all the way in, pulling your head all the way up his cock, you felt it brush the back of your throat, instead of pulling out he kept his cock all the way in. “I think you might have been made for my cock alone. I should keep you here on your knees with my cock in your mouth. My own little cock warmer, to fuck whenever I need it. Have you wear nothing, so your pussy is available, I can just bend you over and give it to you.”

You moaned at his words, the way he praised you by degrading you. You felt your arousal grow at the way he manhandled you and took his pleasure for himself. Using you as nothing more than a hole. You knew your panties were soaked by now. Rafael pulled out, tracing your lips with the head again, leaving a trace of precum before lightly tapping it against your cheek. Your tongue darted out to clean it away, moaning a little at the taste. You looked up into his black blown eyes, his chest moving with the deep breathes he was taking to control himself, to stop himself from only using your mouth for his pleasure.

“Up, remove the rest of your clothing,” he demanded. You slowly stood up a clear damp stop visible, this caused Rafael to grin. “Well, I think that speaks volumes little slut. You enjoyed having me in your mouth didn’t you? Being called my slut, hmm? Well, tell me. Do you want to be my good slut?”

You paused just as your hands were about to push your pants down your hips, you shook your head not wanting to answer that. Not wanting to even think about the answer knowing that it would cause you to rethink everything about yourself. Rafael sat forward on his chair his hands reaching up to grip your hips and leant his head against your stomach, placing a kiss there before biting at your skin. He lowered his head until he was level with the damp patch of your pants, he nuzzled into it. Your hips twitched responding to the feeling, a moan dropping from your lips.

“Answer me Detective, remember, you’ll do everything to my satisfaction or nothing,” Rafael murmured leaning back, his hands still on your hips.

“I, yes, I…I liked it,” you whispered pushing your pants down your hips. Rafael took over pulling them down your thighs. You kicked off your shoes and stepped out of your pants kicking them to the side. “I want to be your good slut, please Your Honor…I want to.”

Rafael reached around you and smacked your arse, happy with your response. He trailed his hands up and down your thighs squeezing at the flesh there before bringing one hand around to stroke over your wet panties that still covered your pussy.

“Hm, see that wasn’t too hard was it?” he smiled rubbing you through your panties. He removed his fingers looking at the wetness that covered them, he brought them to his lips to get a taste. “I want the panties off and I want you on the desk with your legs spread so I can get a good look your slutty pussy before I fuck it.”

You did what he wanted, perching on the desk and spreading your legs. You leaned back a little on your hands arching your back. Rafael licked his lips at the sight enjoying how well you fell into the role of his little slut, he brought his chair closer to the desk, fitting in between your spread legs. You bit your lip before deciding to lift your legs putting your feet on the arms of his chair.

“Look at you,” Rafael purred running his hands up your legs. “Maybe I should reward my little slut. Would you like that? For my tongue to please you?” Rafael moved his fingers closer to your lips and up to the top of your mound. Slowly bringing them down, purposefully ignoring your clit as he ran them through the wetness that soaked your pussy. He put the fingers before your mouth, you didn’t even hesitate before opening your mouth and sucking your essences off his fingers. He pushed them further into your mouth, this time you were not prepared it caused you to gag a little before he removed them. He pinched at both of your nipples as he dragged his wet fingers down your torso leaving a line of your saliva in their wake.  

“Please Your Honor, please,” you whispered needing to feel some kind of pressure as he once again ignored your clit as he circled your pussy once more.

“Beg then, beg for me. Tell me how much you need me, how much you only want to be my slut, for me to use whenever I want,” he whispered, flicking your clit once before removing his hands altogether.

“Your Honor, sir, please, please,” you started. “I need you, I need to feel your tongue in my slutty pussy. I want to be yours, and yours only. Your good little slut, your good girl. Yours. Only for you to fuck, to please. For you to use whenever you need something to warm your cock. I want to be on my knees holding your cock in my mouth while you work, I want, I need to feel you fuck me hard and rough. Sir, Your Honor please.” You couldn’t stop the string of words that fell out of your mouth once you started. It was like a gate had been opened tonight in Rafael’s office.

“That’s such pretty begging,” Rafael leaned forward again hands on your thighs holding them further apart. “Good girl, my precious good little slut.”

He bit your inner thigh, sucking a mark there before moving to your other thigh and doing the same. You moaned feeling his tongue run between your lower lips and up to your clit. He swirled it putting a little more and more pressure with each rotation. You couldn’t hold yourself up anymore, your back hit the desk and your hips arched up into his mouth before his hands pushed your hips back down to the desk.

“Keep still slut, I control how much pleasure you get to feel,” Rafael growled sucking and licking your pussy. “I decide if the little slut gets to cum.”

Rafael pushed his tongue into your entrance, stroking your walls before thrusting it in and out in a mockery of what he would be doing with his cock later. Wet noises filled the office as he continued sucking and stroking you. As he took one of his hands away from your hip he moved his other arm across your hips to hold them down. His other hand moved towards your clit, two fingers rubbing it one way before changing direction. It was well swollen by now allowing him to pinch it bringing some pain with the pleasure. You hadn’t been able to control your voice, moans and whines being pulled from you by his talented tongue. He pulled his tongue out sucking once more before lightly biting at your lips causing you to whine and try to move your hips as he moved up to suck on your clit. The pressure and heat was building in your core as he nibbled and licked, it was just about to burst when he pulled away blowing on your pussy causing you to squirm. The pressure slowly dwindled leaving you feeling incredibly unsatisfied.

“Not yet slut,” he grinned pushing his chair back as he stood up. You whined once, pushing yourself up onto your elbows to watch him push his suspenders off his shoulders and push his pants down. Last he took his shirt off leaving him as bare as you. You unconsciously licked your lips at the sight of him. Of course he noticed this and grinned down at you. “Now slut, you’ll get what you so prettily begged me for. A nice, hard, rough fucking.”

He grabbed your thighs wrapping them around his waist before grabbing your hips. He smirked down at you as he pushed himself inside you all the way to the hilt. The two of you groaned at the feeling, you felt so full. Rafael held himself still, not moving as his hands clenched on your hips. You knew you would have bruises there tomorrow.

“Oh my little slut, you feel amazing,” he groaned as he began to thrust. “Your pussy is gripping me.”

His thrusts were deep and rough, as he pulled all the way out each time before thrusting back in to the hilt, he managed to hit your g-spot every time. Your legs tightened around his hips as your hands reached up towards him. He let go of your hips, leaning over you and putting his weight on his hands, the difference in the angle changed how his cock felt as if he was going even deeper inside of you. You hands wrapped around his neck nails biting into his shoulders. His hips slapped against you on every thrust, he would rotate them a little and grind against you every few thrusts. He took one of his hand and just held it at your throat, he didn’t put any pressure or squeeze it but you felt a spike of heat surge through you at just the feel of his hand there knowing that he could squeeze your throat at any moment.

“That’s it little slut, taking me so good,” he whispered, he removed his hand from your throat putting it back on to the table for added balance as he sped up his deep rough thrusts. “No-one else could fuck you like I can. And no-one else will. You are mine slut. Fuck, detective. Being so good for me. Taking me perfectly. Good girl.”

“Your Honor, please, I need more, please,” you begged, your hips moving to meet his thrusts as he lowered himself even further, leaning on his forearms his chest pressing into yours. The added pressure on your breasts added to the pleasure you felt. Your walls tightened and clenched around Rafael’s cock, causing him to moan, his hips stuttered a little. Rafael reached between the two of you fingers finding your clit and playing with it wanting to feel you clench more around him. The pressure building again, as Rafael’s thrusts speed up his groans turning into whimpers as he started to get close. He left a trail of kisses up and down your neck, biting and sucking leaving marks. Needing everyone to see that you were his slut.

“I’m getting close slut, going to fill you up with my seed,” he groaned. “And you are going to finish with me aren’t you slut? You’ll be my good girl and cum with me. Yes that’s it squeeze me, clench around me. Take my cock nice and deep.”

Rafael thrusted into you two more times before he paused inside of you, his cock pulsed as he orgasmed. He pressed down on your clit at the same the pressure that had been building broke as your walls clenched around his cock, milking it as you joined him in completion. Your body arched up and your legs shook. Rafael gasped and whimpered into your ear. Both of your visions whitened out until finally the high peaked and you started to come down. Rafael slumped fully against you, heaving in air as he tried to regain his breath. You were in the same state, as your legs dropped back down onto the desk and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He tapped your side twice, letting you know that the scene was over. You could almost feel as he let go of Judge Rafael Barba, the grip he had on you becoming so gentle as he stroked your sides.

“You okay?” He asked gently, kissing your neck over one of the marks he left.

“Fuck yes,” you sighed running one of your hands through his hair. “That was fucking hot, Rafi, and so good.”

“Good, I’m glad mi amor,” he slowly pushed himself up and off carefully pulling out of you. You hummed as he did so, causing him to coo at you and gently stroke your thigh. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants before wrapping his arms under your back and lifting you to a sitting position. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leant your head into the crook of his neck.

“Are you okay?” you asked him kissing his neck and nuzzling.

“Hm, yes querido,” he smiled. He moved one hand under your thighs and lifted you up from the desk, you clung to him, trusting him completely to hold you. “I think what we both we need is some cuddles and snacks in bed. How does that sound?”

He carried you to the bedroom, one hand running up and down your spine, you pretty much purred at his touch. As much as you enjoyed scenes where Rafael was dominant you think you thoroughly enjoyed the care he showed you afterwards. He sat you on the bed, before going into the bathroom to collect a cloth to wash you both down. He was gentle as he wiped away the evidence of your pleasure, careful not to put too much pressure knowing you would be sensitive. He did the same to himself before throwing it back in the direction of the bathroom. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before quickly heading to the kitchen to get some sugary snacks and bottles of water. He came back to find you snuggled under the blankets, you raised your hands at the sight of him and made grabby motions.

“I’m coming detective,” he chuckled climbing into bed beside you. He wrapped one arm around you as your curled into his side. Rafael unscrewed the top of one of the bottles of water before helping you take a few sips of it. “You did so good for me mi amor, you were perfect. Thank you for indulging me in that scene.”

“Rafi,” you smiled up at him. “I wasn’t indulging you. I told you I thought the whole idea was something I would be into as well. It is definitely something I think we should try again.” You grabbed one of the sugar snacks he had brought, offering him one.

“Thank you,” he took the offering in his mouth licking the sugar from your fingers before releasing you. He ran his fingers up and down your arm, pressing kiss after kiss into your hair. You snuggled into him further, caressing his chest as you kissed the hollow of his throat. The two of you feed each other the snacks, trading kisses and soft words of endearment, making sure you were each still feeling okay from the scene as you both came down. The two of you curled up around each other as the sleepiness took over the two of you.

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[emotionallyattachednerd]

His Princess ❙ ES Swindle x f!human reader ❙ NSFW 18+

Word count: 1500+

Warnings: Smut ( Oral, fingering and touching ) role play, possessive behaviour, dominance and robot x human. NSFW 18+.

Notes: Yeah, I enjoyed the possessive Swindle. I'll work on Knock Out as well next week. I might've gone a little off track from the possessive and more into owning, but I loved how this turned out. Thanks for sending through this was fun. ❤️

I accept Coffee! ☕🥰

It was a game he enjoyed, and oddly enough you felt a thrill as well as you ran through the woods. You held up the helm of your dress to gain better movement, a dress he wanted you to wear.

You looked like a runaway princess. That was his game. The big bad beast wants the beautiful princess, you could role play with that.

He made sure you had the dresses he liked, most from just your local costume store, and dressing up for both his and your kink.

You hear the loud steps catching up to you, making your already heavy breathing pick up and quickly turn you head behind only to see his large figure briefly through the trees.

You want to giggle, feeling the excitement, but you knew better. Swindle didn't like it when you expressed too much happiness during your role playing. He's enjoyed your fear, your submission, just as you enjoyed his possessive nature.

Being owned by him was oddly thrilling.

You were someone that seeked that thrill. Who knew that would've been a giant alien robot?

Although, he made sure you were well looked after, and he never brought harm to you unless you were asking for it. Also to add he let you go free after each encounter, if you chose to.

Is Swindle your robot boyfriend? Yeah, he was.

Your breathing was growing weaker and you knew you had to stop running eventually. Pulling yourself around a large tree you tried keeping quiet as the steps grew louder and shook under your own two feet. It continued for a bit more before there was dead silence.

The silence broke. "Come out, come out, wherever you are princess. Swindle likes his treasures, admires and takes very good care of them. You're a very lucky little human." You didn't see him, but he was close.

Biting your lips I continued to try and keep your breathing low. Although this didn't last too long when Swindle suddenly came around the large tree, face down low right near you.

"Found you, my princess."

Your instant reaction is to scream. Of course he scared you by his suddenly large appearance, but you weren't scared of him.

He went to grab you but you duck from his servo, running between his legs and further into the forest. He let you get a little head start. It was all part of your little game.

You were growing tired, but that's what Swindle liked. You are at your weakest so he could do as he likes with you, and that only thrilled you even more at the very thought.

But you don't give up, never make it too easy, he didn't like it when you didn't play.

Finally, your legs gave out, the skirt helm of the dress pooling around you as you started to try and crawl forward, before feeling a large servo suddenly wrap around your body and left you up from the ground. Your stomach did a flip from the sudden movement because looking at Swindle as he brought you level to his face, his smug smile looks like a child with his favourite toy.

"Finally caught you. Not very nice running away from me."

"I'm sorry." You manage to say between your heavy breathing. "I've been so bad."

"Oh, that you have. But I'm willing to forgive, because I'm such a forgiving guy."

You were both far in the forest, no one was out here, just you two and mother nature.

You squirm around his servo, the pads of his digits wrapped firmly against your skin as you let out a pout like a spoiled brat.

"Ah, ah, come on princess, I'm not so bad for company, am I?"

"N-no..."

A gasp left you when you felt his other servo sneak under your dress, thick digits brushing along your ass and thighs. He didn't like undergarments, always in the way he would argue, and ended up ripping them to shreds the last couple of times.

"I'm the best company you could ever ask for." Swindle continued to boast, smirking as he continued to explore under your skirt.

His hold on you loosenes a little and he pushed your skirt up all the way, bunching around your waist. "Now, open those milky thighs of yours. Show me the goodness."

Doing as you were told, you spread your thighs, gasping as you felt both the cool air and his heated vents hitting your skin

"Nice, very nice." He praises with a broad smile, bringing you even closer to his face as your head rests against the padding of his servo.

He was too big for you to take his spike, this he told you, but you were able to accept a thick digit into your core before. You've also touched his spike before, rubbed and licked it. He loved you worshipping him. You wanted to take his spike. One day he said maybe you could. He won't admit it but you heard that worry in his voice. He wanted to own you, possess you, but didn't want to break you.

Letting out a loud gasp you felt his thick glossa run across your core and over your sensitive bud. Your toes curl as the sudden desire boils through your body.

"I love your taste, princess. All for me, mine."

Your arms were trapped under his digits so you couldn't grab hold of him, but this he liked, only leaving you to wiggle under his hold as he devoured your core with greed.

Letting out a whimper your back arched against his servo, legs spread wide for him while you enjoyed him lapping at you, thirsty for more of your juices.

He let out a long hum against you that sent vibrations through you more, making you whimper louder followed by growing gasps and moans.

When he moved away suddenly you can't help but pout, growling a little even making him snicker at your reaction.

"Impatient are we? Well, how about you put on a show for me princess?" His hold on you was gone but you knew what he wanted.

Standing up on your shaky legs against his servo you pushed the shoulder sleeves off from you, pushing down under your breasts but kept the dress on still.

"So soft." He praises, touching each breasts gently as you arched into his touch. "You know what to do. Go ahead, impress me."

Sending him a soft smirk you spread your legs and hover yourself over one of his digits, lowering yourself. Gentally you wiggle your hips, teasing yourself against his thick digit before lowering yourself more against him, pushing yourself down.

Your breath hitched as he stretches you. So thick, but you didn't hold back and gave him what he wanted. Letting out another moan you continued to lower yourself, taking him little at a time while his optics watched you, lingering, completely in trance.

He stretched you very widely as you fully sank onto his digit, using your hands to grab hold of another at your side for support before you started to gently rock yourself, letting out huffs and moans feeling your insides spasm in pleasure.

"Look at you, such a beautiful sight." Swindle praised, letting out a heated vent as he watched you hump his digit perfect.

You heard metal shifting and glance down to see he had retracted his panel and his pulsing cable emerged. So much bigger than his digit, so thick, yet so tempting.

He saw you looking and tilted your chin up with his free servo for you to look at him. "I know you want to, but not yet. Let us enjoy what we have right now."

You nodded, licking your lips as you continued to move on him, huffing through the pleasure that boiled through your entire body.

Swindle moved his free servo to touch himself then, running along the base as a moan left him, pumping himself as his wide purple optics watch you put on the best damn show.

Your juices soaked his digit, dripping down into his servo. Your movements increased, and you humped him more firmly as you let out purrs and moans.

"By the all spark." Swindle whispers through a throaty moan, his servo pumping his cable firmly as his waist ruts into his movements.

"Swindle...Swindle." His name whispers from your lips through your growing moans,moving yourself up and down his digit firmly and clenching more as you feel yourself about to cum hard. "Fuck!"

"Let yourself go, don't hold back princess. Oh you're a beautiful sight!" He lets out a long groan as his hips jerks into his servo, letting out thick strips of fluids that coats the poor tree trunk in front of him.

Clinging on a loud cry of bliss erupts from your vocals as you come around his digit hard, walls pulsing as your juices drench over his servo you were upon.

After you regained enough strength you lifted yourself up, removing yourself from him, gasping as you felt yourself so empty without him, before collapsing in his servo.

As tired as you were, you loved every moment of it, just as much as Swindle did.

"My pretty princess, all mine. Who do you belong to?" He brings you closer as you lay down into his servo.

"I'm yours." You manage to say as he holds you close up to his face, the radiating warmth from him surrounding you.

"That's right, you belong to me. Good old Swindle knows how to take care of his princess. Isn't that right?"

"Yes..." You whisper due to tierness of the running and orgasim.

"I didn't quite hear that."

"Yes." You answer a little louder. "I'm yours, Swindle, only yours."

"Such a good girl."

Afterwards that late afternoon he brought you back home, and your game was over. You sat inside on the driver's side in his vehicle mode as he pulled up in front of your home.

"I didn't hurt you too much did I?" Swindle asks you through the radio.

"No, you didn't. It was fun. You know how to get my heart beating." You answer, smiling when you hear his giddy chuckle.

"And you know what I love, princess. I always love our games. Next time, wear the gold dress, it brings out your eyes." His compliment made you blush a little.

"Whatever you want, Swindle. I like keeping you happy."

"I'm never letting you go."

"No complaints there."

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