#((Ah yes the perfect punishment))

[anarchistkitten]

:33 < what do mew m33n it says "return to gamz33 makara" on the other side of the tag???

:33 < no more peace fur him, time to become the kittypet he k33ps calling me and push his glass off the tables :33c

[knoxic]

Teasing and Loving

Eris Vanserra x Reader

Summary: smut, Eris being a simp, smut, emotional talk, smut

wc: 2,8k

warnings: p in v, unprotected sex, trying for a baby (hinted at), oral (m and f receiving), cum eating, no beta

a/n: technically it was part of the How to be a High Lady series but it works better as a one shot imo

"Love?" Eris called out to her, pushing her office door far enough to fit his head in, at her nod he let himself in, closing the door behind him. "A letter arrived from Winter." He gently set the letter on her table, away from the other papers scattered around the place.

"Oh, what did they want?" She looked up from the book she was studying, catching the amused grin he tried to hide.

"I don't know, it's for you." He slid the letter closer to her as if to make a point.

"Ah, I'm still getting used to receiving letters like this..." She felt slightly embarrassed but brushed it off, she closed the book carefully and placed it aside before picking up the letter. Eris had made his way around her table and was leaning against it by her side, watching her every move.

"Hello, fellow High Lady! I was hoping we could spend some girl's time together, perhaps while our males discuss some court business, let them handle all the work for a while, now that we are allies, they ought to be friends too. So, what do you say? We could meet here in Winter and I could show you the wonders we have, or, you could show me what Autumn has been hiding all these years, Kal and I have always wanted to visit Autumn, the few hours we get to spend there for the meetings do not do it justice, that I'm sure of.

Eagerly waiting for your response,

Your fellow High Lady, Viviane."

"Viviane is asking if I want to spend some 'girl's time' with her," she giggled, "And I think Kallias finally crowned her High Lady." She showed Eris the letter, pointing to the first and last phrases.

"About time," Eris uttered, "Was starting to think he didn't have it in him."

"Eris." She gave him a pointed look. Sometimes his old self would come up, a natural response, they were both working on it.

"Habit, sorry." He smiled at her, faking innocence but quickly erupted into laughter, making her join him. It was so weird for him not having to insult someone at any opportunity encountered, that when he did, out of nowhere, it was funny.

"You're so stupid." She said, stomach cramping from how hard she was laughing.

"Darling, you marry this stupid, deal with it." Eris sighed, running a hand through his perfect hair trying to compose himself. "So, will you?"

"Yes, it's been way too long since I've had a girl's time." She started searching for some paper so she could write back to Viviane.

"Not to sound insecure or anything but... what exactly do you females do on your 'girl's time'?"

"Just girly things, males and our sex life, you know," she responded nonchalantly, "Last time I had one, one of my friends had even reenacted some scenes..." Eris' face at that moment was something she'd paid to see again. His eyes looked like they'd pop out of his head, his cheeks flushed redder than she'd ever seen before, his mouth was hanging open and he looked like a fish when he trying to talk.

"Relax, Eris! I'm just joking." She laughed, her belly protesting. She saw through watery eyes the moment Eris regained his composure, his smirk gave her a hint that they had a long night ahead.

Two big hands pulled her body up, making her squeal and laugh even harder. Eris picked her up and turned them both so he was now sitting on her chair, his lips kissed her neck while his hands found the ticklish spots around her body.

"You think you can fuck with me and not be punished for it, little witch?" His voice was rough with lust, her laughter died down and turned into soft moans.

"Careful, I might reenact what you'll do next with Viviane..." A hand smacked her cheek, the warm feeling of the scalding fire that ran through his veins made her shiver with goosebumps, the whisper of his slender fingers running up her spine only making her tremble harder. The effect Eris had on her was insane.

"Don't you dare. Not the time to play, love." He bit her shoulder. She nodded, knowing Eris wouldn't actually be mad at her for misbehaving, but he would be stressed, and while he'd never act like his father, an stressed Eris was more sad than anything, and she hated that. He was done being used and beaten, the stress he endured all these centuries was enough to mess with his head so hard that now he could barely bear feeling stressed.

She nodded against his neck, kissing and nuzzling his shoulder. In response, he tugged her closer to him, his fingers finally working on the buttons of her dress, pulling apart and setting her down on her desk to take their clothes off.

When Eris was done unbuttoning his shirt, her hands found his muscular chest, pushing him back, signaling for him to sit. She quickly got down on her knees, Eris purposely slipped the fabric of her dress where her knees would meet the floor, making sure they wouldn't hurt so much. Her fingers worked on the strings of his trousers, when they slipped inside the waistband, Eris lifted his hips for her to slip them out, his briefs following suit, during their undressing, Eris had also taken his boots off.

Her hands danced around his torso and tights, lightly scratching his skin, her fingers followed his happy trail before touching his cock, squeezing him the way he liked while running her hand up and down. His warm fingers caressed her arms, encouraging her to keep the pace.

After he was completely hard, she started licking his tip, running her tongue against the underside, slowly going down and licking the whole expanse of his member. His quiet sights and humming making her skin tingle, leaning away from him she admired her artwork, the way his skin was redder in certain spots, his breath was ragged even with so little action, his eyelids almost fully closed and his hair the same messy hair she saw at home. His vulnerability came with a messy version of Eris that would make anyone question if it was really him, his usually perfect styled hair seemed to have never seen a hairbrush, his enviable posture sometimes slumpy.

"Don't stop..." He whined, his head lolled from one side to another.

Taking pity on him, she brought her mouth back down, taking as much of him as she could, bobbing her head slowly, taking him deeper everytime she went down until her nose was pressed against him.

"Gods... What did I do to deserve you?" Eris mumbled, when she looked up, his eyes were fully closed and his mouth had formed a pleased smile.

Eris wasn't really into blowjobs, at least not like the other males she knew, he'd never refuse it of course, but he wasn't one to ask for it. She never asked and Eris never said anything, but she had an inkling that it might have something to do with his father, the way he viewed and treated females, Eris was bound to have heard and, perhaps, seen some disgusting things.

Her mate's hand gently cradled her head, not moving her, just holding. His hips twitched every time her mouth fully enveloped him, she noticed how much effort he was putting into not thrusting up.

"You can fuck my mouth if you want." Her voice was raspy and breathless when she spoke, immediately going back to sucking on him, paying special attention to his tip. His eyebrows furrowed like he was in pain, mouth opened in a silent moan, the muscular thighs under her finger tensed. Suddenly Eris was pushing her head away and yanking her up into his lap.

"For someone who claims to hate teasing, you're doing it way too well, sweetheart." His hands slipped through her hair until he had a good hold of the back of her head, he pushed her closer to his mouth, just enough that she could touch him if she stuck her tongue out, when she tried to lean in for a kiss, he pulled at her hair. He laughed at her pout and gave a mocking peck to her bottom lip, a mere brush that could never be called a kiss.

"You're mean, you know that?" She pushed at his chest, not exactly trying to push him away, all her strength went to keeping her smile at bay.

"But my love... someone needs to take that seriousness off your pretty face."

"You just say that because you can't be serious around me, I smell envy..." She sniffled jokingly, the only scent that filled her nose was arousal, the musk smell of Eris and the slick coating her thighs.

Eris giggled, throwing his head back, one of his hands left her waist to rest at his abdomen, his body convulsing with soft laughter. None of the males she met before laughed like that, in fact, she wasn't sure if they ever truly laughed. Eris, despite his upbringing, knew how to have a good laugh.

"Oh Gods... I couldn't have asked for a better mate." His  head was still thrown back, if the sight of his body slumped in her chair didn't say anything, his relaxed smile sure did. "Kiss me." The hand that remained on her waist ran up to her cheek, "Kiss me." He repeated, bringing her head closer. "Drown me with the taste of you." Their tongues danced. "Make me forget how to breathe without your hands on me." Her hips lifted enough to take him inside her warm cunt, the feeling making them both groan. "My body is yours, my soul is yours, my heart is yours, take my mind too. My every thought is yours, everything I think is formulated with your face in my mind, everything I plan is thinking of you and us, our future, our family..."

Their heartbeats synchronized, their mouths dancing, the rhythm of her hips rocking their bodies, their chests collided with rapid breaths, hands here and there squeezing and feeling. "Eris–"

"Yes! Yes, yes, please!" His hands went back to her hips, helping her bounce on top of him, her head dropped to his shoulder, nodding.

Eris gasped, as pleasure threatened to push him off the edge, he braced an arm on her waist and lifted himself off her chair, his unoccupied hand pushed the paper off the desk, he'll help reorganize them later. Feeling the kisses she planted on his neck, combined with her sigh of pleasure when he slipped her down his cock, almost made his knees buckle.

He set her down onto the desk, curving an arm under her head, giving her time to adjust to the new position before he started to thrust, his forehead resting on hers, their breaths fanning each others faces.

Her hands ran the whole expanse of Eris' back, encouraging him to thrust into her, each snap of his hip against hers threatening to push her off the desk, the arm he slung under her head being the only thing keeping her from doing so. The intensity of having sex with Eris never failed to amaze her, she wasn't sure if it was because he was her mate, or if it was really just in his nature to be intense, probably both. Due his accidental edging, Eris already felt close to cuming, the fact that she kept squeezing him didn't help, he was sure she was doing it on purpose, brat, he really taught her well. He couldn't stop his hips from stuttering so he just stopped, resting his cock fully inside her, his head dropping to her chest to suck on her perky nipples, trying to pretend it was all in purpose, unfortunately for him, it didn't foul her. Her soft giggles filled his ears, both her hands moving to his head, running her fingers through his wild red hair.

"Have I already told you I love your messy hair?"

Eris pulled back from her breast to look at her, a expressionof shock on his face before a breath burst out of him, "My hair is not messy, love." He answered while giggling, thinking she was joking. She only rolled her eyes in response, moving her hips against his, Eris' mouth feel open, his eyes slammed shut.

"Close already?" She smiled up at him, knowing too well the effect she had on him. Her legs moved so she had a firm grip of him, now being able to move her hips better, squeezing his cock whenever he was pushed deep inside her.

"Keep doing that–" His words were cut off by a groan, "And I'll cum before you." Eris' whole body trembled.

"It's okay." She pulled his head closer to hers, nuzzling his nose before initiating a kiss. She doubled her efforts to make him cum, moving her hips harder and faster, licking into his mouth like an starved female.

Eris groaned, his body tensed, his knees buckled, his arms gave up and he fell fully against her, she could feel his thighs shaking and a hot liquid filling her cunt. She felt every spurt of cum, his cock throbbing, the way that even when he was finished he was still hard. As soon as he regained control of his legs, he trusted slowly into her, pushing his cum as deep as he could.

When he came down from his high, Eris pulled back from her mouth, not once had she stopped kissing him, his eyes roamed through her beautiful body, his hands squeezing her breasts and stomach, sliding down until his thumb met her clit, rubbing lazy circles on her, just enough to feel good.

Eris slid his cock off of her slowly, catching the small spurt of cum that came out and pushing it back inside her. After meeting her gaze one last time, he fell to his knees, his mouth placing gentle kisses and nibbles on her plump thighs.

His nose brushed her clit, their scents mingled together filled his nose, his tongue licked her slit like the starved male he was, slurping his own release mixed with her wetness. Her moans drew him insane, she was a quiet female so to know she made those beautiful noises because of him, was maddening. Her hands brushed his hair out of his face, careful fingers touching his pointed ear, making it twitch involuntarily. She felt more than heard her mate's groan, the vibration directly on her clit pushed her off the edge she didn't even know she was treading. Eris didn't stop, the pleasure building up inside her as if she never reached her release at all. His slender fingers pushing through her throbbing slit, curling into a spot inside her that made her see stars, after years of experience, Eris could definitely bring her orgasm after orgasm if he wanted to, and that's what he did. Pushing his fingers as deep as they'd go and pulling them out before she could slip off again, he played with her until he was sure she was too deep in pleasure to hold it back.

When he was done, she could barely feel her own body, still tingling with pleasure and her mind too fogged up. She felt warmth and his scent enveloped her, her cheek pressed into something hard, his heartbeat helped bring her back to herself. Eris' hand brushed her locks behind her ear, caressing her hair mindlessly, he planted kisses where he could reach, head, forehead, eyes, nose, until she stared back at him, eyes still shining as she smiled.

"That was good." She said, voice barely a whisper. Eris hummed in response, smiling back.

He helped her into his shirt, knowing she was too sensitive to wear her dress again. After that they went back to their chambers, still holding one another as they went. All the servants had gone to bed by now, so no one saw their half dressed High Lord and Lady walking through the corridors.

"Are you too tired for a bath?" Eris asked agaisnt her neck, never one to stay away from his mate. "Hungry? I can go make us something." He brushed her jawline with his nose, arms tightly holding her against him.

"Not too tired, and kind of hungry but I'd rather have you here with me." She answered with her eyes closed, bathing in the affection he poured on her.

"I'll draw us a bath, and then we'll go eat something." It was natural for them, so many times had Eris gone to visit her in the middle of the night with an empty stomach, right after finishing all of his work for the day. It only got worse when he became High Lord, so many things to be fixed that the only moment they got to themselves was at night, when Prythian was asleep.

Taglist: @callsigns-haze , @lilah-asteria , @mybestfriendmademe , @coldmermaidhologram , @rcarbo1 , @andreperez11 , @st4r-girl-official , @tenshis-cake , @pirana10 , @esposadomd lmk if you want to be added/removed

A/n²: I accidentally wrote "you can duck my mouth if you want"... and when I read it midway through the smut it was... cringe, I stopped writing. had to go feed the ducks

[crystallilytarot]

MDNI 18 + post

18+ messages from your future partner. Choose a picture!

Pile 1

I love you so much! I know we are meant to be, we are perfect together in bed too. I think about you a lot. I hope you don't mind, but I imagine ourselfes having sex and I touch myself. I feel so turned on because of you, from the first time I saw you. I never experienced these intense things before. I want you so bad! I want to show you my love, I want to do it all night. I want to pleasure you. You are my Queen /King!

Pile 2

I didn't believed in soulmates before, but we are soulmates in bed, I'm sure. You naughty little thing, come here! Sit in my lap! Do you feel it? You did this with me, I will punish you. I will fuck you so bad. Take off your clothes, now! That's it, my good little pet. Cum for me again! Look me in the eyes, yes. I know you like it. Let me take care of you! Oh, baby, I see you want me too. Let me touch you, ah, I want to bite you.

Pile 3

I don't really want people to see these messages, you know I'm better at doing it, than talk about it. But I also want you to know that you are my whole world, my weakness, the most beautiful person. I want to massage you slowly, explore your whole beautiful body, kiss you everywhere. Nothing exists, only you and me, it feels like a movie. We are truly connected, even our souls, not just our bodies. I'm on my way to love you!

[killergee]

Perfect kind of Idol

Idol turned Defense force officer Reader x Cold Hoshina.

Summary: Reader is a shameless flirt, and Hoshina is struggling to resist his favourite idol subordinate. Or Hoshina gets teased relentlessly and he doesn't know how to react.

Note: I have no idea where this idea came from, but it's here. Enjoy this crack fic that I had to get out of my system.

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"Vice Captain Hoshina~"

Oh, God, Hoshina thought to himself as his fingers momentarily stopped typing. What did you want this time.

Sitting in his office and working on his report for the latest mission, he looked up to see you leaning against the door frame.

"Awww, why the long face? If I didn't know any better, I'd think you weren't happy to see me." You continued, tilting your head to the side.

"Officer l/n, what can I do for ya?"

The smile that crept on to your face sent a small shiver down his spine. His eyes stayed on your form, watching you closely as you slowly made your way towards him. Completely captivated, his gaze was similar to that of a prey watching a predator stalk closer.

"My, what's with the cold attitude? Ah, I guess the rumours are true, you must be Captain Ashiro's lover! You're only ever kind to her," you pouted, acting hurt. Despite the innocent act, Hoshina could hear the amusement in your voice. He knew you were setting up a trap for him. He knew you were trying to ensare him so that he was charmed like the rest of the division.

"I'm not Ashiro's lover, " Hoshina deadpans, trying hard to keep his professionalism and nonchalance.

"Oh that's great to hear. I'd hate to share you."

"I'm not yours either."

"You could be."

Aaand there it was. Your shit eating grin was growing by the second, and he saw the satisfaction settle in your eyes. Feeling the blush burning his ears, Hoshina knew if he were to let you continue, it could only get worse from here.

"15 laps for talking casually about a superior officer. Another 5 for prying into the businesses of your superior officers." Hoshina ordered, turning back to look at his computer.

"If I throw in a photo card and an autograph, can I only do 10?"

"That's another 5."

"What about a kiss?"

"God, are you a masochist?" He retorted, snapping his head up to look at you.

Well, that was a mistake.

When you managed to lean over the desk and get so close to him, he didn't know. Your face was all he could see. Caught in your gaze, he couldn't tear his eyes away. The look in your eyes said all that he needed to know.

You were amused, curious, and most of all, expectant.

You were watching. You were waiting. What it was you were waiting for, he couldn't even begin to imagine.

He's sleep deprived. Yes, that was the excuse. No one could blame him for not moving away. Though, him unconsciously drawing closer? The blame is only his.

"Do you want me to be?" You whispered sultrily, your eyes practically glowing when you start to see him crack.

His throat felt dry, but he continued anyways. "Ya know what, keep running round the field 'til I tell ya to stop," Hoshina said with a tone of finality, putting the distance needed to remain professional.

You sighed exaggeratedly in defeat, placing a hand over your heart and another on your forehead as if you were a damsel in distress. So dramatic, he thinks, and he had to use all of his energy to stop the corners of his lips from lifting. Despite the punishment, Hoshina could tell you were deeply satisfied.

Trying to focus on something else other than the intoxicating perfume you've left in your place, he nearly missed the small "worth it," as you left the room.

Only nearly.

"Add in 20 push-ups before you start too, l/n."

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Hoshina knows he’s not a teenager anymore. He’s a grown man. He’s the Vice Captain of the Third Division, for goodness sake. So why on Earth was he acting like one every time you talked to him? Was it just because you were a celebrity?

He couldn’t understand why he couldn’t act normally around you. He just seizes up, says something he doesn’t really mean, and leaves. It’s been months since you’ve joined the division and everyone else has gotten used to your presence but him. When the brass was talking about you being a distraction, they couldn’t have known that the only one going to be distracted was him.

"You know people pay good money just to see me, right?" You said, interrupting his thoughts.

He froze for a moment. How on Earth you always manage to sneak up on him is beyond his comprehension. With how you always demanded the attention of the room with just your mere presence, his only explanation must be that he was getting sloppier. Or perhaps it was due to his conscious efforts to stop throwing glances your way that he unknowingly developed a blindspot for you.

Hoshina raised his water bottle to his lips. "And what's that got to do with anything."

"Well, pay more attention to m- h...hey, shouldn't you be giving that to me?" You panted out, hands rested on your knees as he finally let you stop your laps (you felt like you ran at least 100—you actually ran 40). Collapsing beside Hoshina on the small hill overlooking the field, you waved your hand, beckoning for him to give you his water bottle.

Hoshina ignored your plea. "Go get your own."

"I'll send you my unreleased single if you give me the water," you offered.

Well...he couldn't lie, that was definitely a tempting offer. It was during this slight moment of hesitation that you managed to snag the water bottle out of his hand and glug half of it down.

Shocked by your actions, he blushed heavily and reached to take back his waterbottle. "HEY!"

You pulled your hand back just in time before he could take it from you. "Why're you so red? Never shared a water before? Are you red cuz we indirectly kissed?"

"Indirect wha- Don't be a child," he snapped back, trying to will back his embarrassment.

You offered the bottle to him. "Here, here, have it," you chuckled amused. "Now you can drink from it, and then you'd get to indirect kiss me!"

"That's not what I wan-"

"Oh? But you were fighting so hard to get it back."

He couldn't tell if the flush on his face was from frustration or embarrassment or a mix of both. "No, keep it, I don't care." He surrendered, somehow seeming more exhausted than you were.

"Say how 'bout you go straight to the source?" Titling your head to the side you cheekily pointed at your lips that were curled in a sly smile.

"Absolutely not."

You stay silent for a moment, and Hoshina lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He was glad to have a small break to calm his rapidly beating heart. However, that relief was very short-lived.

You spoke outloud contemplatively, "to reject my kiss? How strange..." After a moment, your eyes widened as if you had an epiphany. Hitting your first into your open palm, your lips curled into a dangerous smile, "it must be because you don't know how to kiss."

"I know how to kiss!" He shouted before he could control himself.

"Learning from books doesn't count."

"You're absolutely terrible." He groaned, completely defeated by your relentless teasing. You know what? He should've rejected your application like the brass told him to.

Before he could continue that train of thought, you pounced on him, pinning him beneath you. With your body flushed against his, he could feel every curve of your body and the warmth it emitted.

"Want me to show you how?" You say with a devilish grin, mirth lacing your voice.

Hoshina's mind and heart raced a mile a minute. His heart was in such a flurry that he had trouble thinking straight. So, while his mind was in disarray, his body unconsciously took control in analyzing the situation.

Now, Hoshina may not be a genius like his brother or gifted like his Captain, but the one thing Hoshina got going for him was his martial prowess—his unerring reading of the body.

Honed from a young age, he could always tell his chances of winning a fight based on the physicality of his opponent. The solidity of their stance, the precision of their attacks, the strength of their grip—Hoshina was able to tell the outcome of the battle before it even came to an end. For him, reading body language became second nature, a part of his subconscious. Thus, he always trusted whatever it was his body told him.

So, although his eyes and his brain were telling him you've got him trapped, his body was telling him otherwise.

The hand pinning his down was weak. There was no firmness or security. The way your legs entangled his left your opening too big for it to be unintentional. The slight tremble in your hand told him you were nervous and unsure. Your actions didn't match your look at all.

Ah, so your teasing has all been a front, he thinks to himself. You really did have him fooled. All that bravado and for what? He wondered if you were just as nervous every time you flirted with him before. If all those other times, he could've easily stopped you too. If you were actually a sheep in wolf's clothing. He couldn't help but laugh to himself, all the tension leaving his body. Yours, on the other hand, froze at hearing his chuckle.

In one solid motion, he flipped you onto your back, reversing the positions. When he pins you, it's with a strong and sure grip. No room for escape. No room for wiggling your way out.

"Wh-wha" you sputtered as you struggled to comprehend what was happening. So even you knew how to blush, he thought.

Not a bad look on you.

"Where's all that confidence gone? I'm just accepting what's being offered."

Seeing you like this did something to him. Blushing red just for him when you've worked so hard to keep up your perfect image. To see a side of you that no camera or person has had the privilege to see, Hoshina wanted more.

"Well I- uh, sure b- wait-"

Your words catch in your throat as Hoshina brought his face closer to yours. You were the seducer, not the seducee. This was not part of your training!

You didn't know what to do. You felt like your heart was going to leap out of your chest. All you wanted was to force him to admit that he liked you after Captain Ashiro let it slip that he had to hide all of his merch of you when you were accepted into the division. When you found out your cold Captain was actually a fan, you wanted to get back at him for acting like he was better than you. You didn't think it'd end up like this.

With only a couple centimeters apart, you squeezed your eyes shut. The only thing you could hear was the sound of your thundering heart...

...and the sound of laughter?

You snapped your eye open at the sound, completely confused to what was happening.

Unable to hold it in anymore, Hoshina collapsed onto you, his body firmly on top of yours. His head landed where your neck met your shoulder. He was laughing so hard tears were beginning to form, and you could feel his body shake.

"Y-y-you should've seen the look on your face, HAH," his boisterous laughter turned into uncontrollable giggles. You couldn't help but smile as you heard it, albeit flushed at hearing it so close. Finally using his arms to push his upper body slightly off you, he looks down at you again.

"C'mon, now. How was I supposed to kiss ya when you're making a face like that?" He smirked.

"You're absolutely terrible," you can't help but repeat his words. You place your hands on his chest and try to push him off, but before you could give a strong push, he drops himself back down.

"Wha-"

You felt his lips graze your cheek before he leaned his head beside your ear, "I could be worse."

Will be, he thought to himself.

[bagerfluff]

Naughty Boy

Sub/Bottom Casper x Top/Dom Male Reader

Prompt - Teasing

Warnings - Pet names, rough sex, unprotected sex, slight degradation, teasing, clothed sex, anal sex

AN: If you want to get straight to the smut go past the caution tape

You glared at your phone.

This was the fifth time in an hour that Casper has texted you. You were trying to do something important for your job.

If this went well then you would get more money and more money would mean a bigger apartment.

You didn’t buy your current apartment with thoughts of it housing two people. Now that it did, you realized that the apartment was quite small.

But it was hard when Casper texted you every few minutes about how much he missed you and how he wanted you to come home. You regret getting that phone.

You put your phone away and listened to the people speak, but just a few seconds later it dinged.

Everyone looked at you and you had grate your teeth to stop yourself from yelling.

“I’m sorry, something is wrong with my pet. The pet sitting keeps texting me. I'm sorry”, you said while looking at your phone. This time you felt enraged as you looked at the phone.

Casper had taken a photo of himself in a mirror wearing very revealing clothes with a not so PG text.

Your hand tightens around your phone, an erection growing in your pants. You calmed your expression and looked at everyone. You said that it was fine and told them to continue.

You muted your phone and focused on anything else but the erection. But you smiled at the revenge you were going to get when you got home.

“Welcome home, sunshi-”, Casper was pressed against a wall before he could finish his sentence.

Casper smiled into the kiss, grinding his clothed dick against yours. You groaned and pulled away, shoving Casper onto the bed. You stood over him as you removed your clothes.

“You know that I was almost kicked out because of you”, you said while throwing your shirt somewhere. Casper grinned, he wanted this.

It wasn’t his fault that you were busy and he was needy.

You leaned down on the bed, trapping Casper’s head in between your hands. You kissed him before leaning up and removing Casper’s pants.

You didn’t even remove Casper’s shirt or your pants. You pushed Casper farther onto the bed before lifting his legs and staring at his ass.

You rested one of Casper’s legs on your shoulder and pushed a finger into Casper’s hole. Casper moaned while you just laughed.

“You prepared already, what a perfect little slut”, you said before removing your finger. "Did you finger yourself too?" You asked and Casper nodded. "Wish I could have seen that", you said.

Making Casper groan and buck his hips up.

You reached down and unzipped your pants and brought your dick out. You immediately thrusted in and started a rough pace.

Casper, caught off guard at the pace, started moaning and whining like crazy. “Ah~ ah~ ah~, yes~ f-fuck~ yes~”, Casper moaned, moving the leg that wasn’t held by you down to curl around your waist.

You groaned as you felt Casper clench around you, finally happy that you were getting your anger and hornyness out. “It’s like you wanted this”, you said.

Casper didn’t confirm it but he didn’t deny it either. He just smiled and moaned. “Nngggeee~, f-fuck~ m-more~”, Casper moaned feeling his orgasm getting closer.

You knew it was getting close so you thrusted harder. Once you heard Casper let out a loud moan you stopped, keeping your dick Casper’s ass but not moving it.

Casper whined and bucked his hips up. “Why d-did you s-stop, come o-on”, Casper groaned, slowly coming down from his stolen high. “My little reaper, this is punishment”, you said with a smirk.

Slowly moving your dick in and out of Casper, just making Casper whin more and more horny. Casper kept moving his hips to try to get some stimulation.

“You were a naughty boy”, you said, making Casper stop.

You’ve called him that before, before you two got together. It made Casper feel weird before, he didn’t know if he liked it then. But now, that you were fucking him, Casper realized something.

He liked it.

It made his dick harder and he wanted to hear it again.

Casper moaned and bucked his hips, his hole clenching around you. You tilted your head before you realized what Casper was doing. “You like it don’t you, you like being called a naughty boy”, you said teasingly.

Which had the same effect from when you first called Casper that. Casper nodded, “y-yes, please f-fuck me”, Casper asked. You looked at Casper, hair spread out, face read and sweaty, looking so pretty.

“Okay, my naughty boy”, You said before continuing thrusting at a rapid pace. Casper moaned loudly and gripped the sheets with his hands.

“Nnngeee~, yes~ nnnggeee~ yes~, ahaha~”, Casper moaned. You groaned and thrusted harder and faster as you felt your orgasm get closer. “C-cumminggg~!”

Casper moaned before he came over his chest. You thrusted one more time before cumming into Casper. You let go of Casper’s leg and leaned down, kissing Casper on the forehead.

“My naughty boy”, you said, making Casper whine and get hard again.

[lilg05]

Scotty doesn’t Know

Warnings: Cheating; Fingering; Pure smut; Swearing.

Pov: Your boyfriend doesn’t know that he isn’t meeting your needs and paige is.

Here you are again another sunday night your boyfriend thinks your staying at paige’s for a “study session”.

“Fuck baby just like that.” Paige says as she pushes your head down on her strap causing you to gag which makes Paige even more turned on. Paige then pulls your head up from her make shift ponytail. “Fits to perfect in your mouth doesn’t it baby.” She says while her thumb it playing with your swollen lips.

She lays you down on the bed and starts kissing your neck.

"Please Paige." You whine.

"What do you need baby."

"Need your strap please."

"Yeah baby need this cock in you" she asks "Is Scottys this big?" Suddenly plunging her dildo inside you.

Sad but true confession Paiges strap actually is bigger than scotty which makes you feel bad, but god when paige thrusts into you with the force and drive she has ots hard not go come instantly.

"Fuck baby you close?" Paige asks like she can feel you clenching around her.

"Yes paige dont stop so close."

"Fuckkkkkkkkk." Paige exaggerates as she thrusts into your wet warm and welcoming pussy.

"Ah shit im cumming!" you scream as you have one of the best orgasms.

“Yeah just like that baby did so good for me.” Paige says walking you through your orgasm.

Paige makes sure you’re okay and then runs to the bathroom to get a wash cloth to clean you off. She then shoots it into her hamper and slides under the covers with you.

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Paige’s Pov

Scotty thinks she’s out shopping meanwhile she’s under me and i’m not stopping. Everything about her is perfect the way her boobs bounce when I thrust into her or the way her brows furrow when I rub my clit against hers. It amazes me that Scotty doesn’t know how to please her.

“Fuck Paige so good to me.” she whines

“Yeah baby am I the only one who can makes you needy like this?”

“Yes, best i’ve ever had.”

“Fuck your so wet.”

“Only for you babe.”

I start to grind against her harder chasing my orgasm. I lean my head down and kiss her causing her so let out a soft moan.

“Fuck Paige i’m gonna cum please don’t stop.” you say softly.

“I’m so close ma at the same time okay?”

“Yes baby.”

I let out a guttural moan and so does y/n as you both simultaneously cum. I clean us up and we lay together.

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Your pov

Paige is fucking you from behind when you get a phone call.

“It’s Scotty.”

“Answer it.” she says while thrusting into you.

“Hello?” you stutter out trying not to moan as Paige picks up her paste.

“Hey babe what are you doing?” Scotty asks from the other side of the phone.

“Paige and I are hanging out at the gym.” You muster out. Paige takes this as a sign to pull out and start kitten licking your pussy. You try your hardest but you let out a tiny sigh of relief this being caught by Scotty.

“What was that?” He asks concern and confusion laced in his voice.

“N-nothing I finished my cycle on the treadmill.

“Oh okay well i’ll see you later for dinner right?”

“Of course” you cringe before saying this next sentence knowing you don’t mean it. “love you.”

“Love you to honey.” He replies and hangs up the phone.

“Good girl stayed so quiet for me, I didn’t even have to punish you.”

“Thank you.”

“You want a reward baby?”

“Yes please.”

Paige then flips you over onto your back and she starts to eat you out like it’s casual. He hands claw at the sides of your thighs as you struggle you keep your legs open. Paige’s tounge is teasing your hole. Not even a few minutes later Paige is making you cum and she laps up your juices like it’s her last meal.

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Paiges pov

It’s now Scotty’s birthday and the men’s and women’s basketball team and a few extras were invited to his birthday dinner. Y/n is wearing a mesh see through black long sleeve and a mini denim skirt. Scotty sits at the end of the table then it’s y/n and across from her it’s scotty’s bestfriend Jason next to Y/n is me and then Azzi is sat across from me. Azzi, Y/n, and I are all talking while Jason talks to his friends, Azzi excuses herself to use the restroom.

“You look so beautiful.” I whisper into her ear.

“Thank you Paige.”

“Wanna fuck you so bad.”

This comment causes her face to heat up I reach mg hand under the table and run it up her thigh closer and closer to her heat.

“Is that what you want Y/n/n” I ask “want me to fuck you on your boyfriend’s birthday when he’s only a few feet away.

“Please Paige.” you whisper into her ear.

“What is it ma I need to know what do you want?”

“Need you to finger me please.”

“Okay baby but you gotta be quiet and secretive, okay?”

“Okay.” She mutters out.

From anyone’s view it just looks like we’re talking since everyone is at the further end of the table. Mean while i’m fucking her with my fingers under the table. Y/n turns over and looks into my eyes and almost leans in to kiss me but I give her a warning look knowing she can’t get caught.

“Doing so good for me baby.”

“Don’t stop.” she whispers.

“Your so wet does this turn you on me fucking you when your boyfriend is only a few feet away from us?” I ask feeling her clench around my fingers. My thumb starts to make figure eights on her bundle of nerves. She leans over and moans into my ear letting me know she’s gonna cum soon.

“I’m cumming Paige fuck.” she moans out quietly.

I feel y/n cum on my fingers as I slow my motions down to help her calm herself so she can go clean up in the bathroom. Just as she about to leave Scotty comes up to us and asks if we’re all good.

“I’m okay I think Y/n was about to go to the bathroom.” I reply.

“Hmm okay you okay baby?” He asks Y/n.

“Yeah i’m fine I need to use the bathroom though so excuse me.”

Y/n returns only a few minutes later as everyone is getting ready to order their food. We all finish eating we head out to the bar. Jason comes over with shots for everyone some people didn’t drink theirs so Scotty decided to. It’s a few hours later and Scotty is on his 5th shot and 3rd beer so you could say he’s a bit intoxicated.

“Come dance with me baby.” He asks.

“I’m okay Scotty go hangout with your friends.”

“But I wanna dance with you, you’re always with Paige why don’t you come hangout with me.”

“Scotty stop we already talked about this Paige and I are friends nothing more nothing less okay?”

“Then why can’t you come dance with me.”

“Because Scotty your drunk and your annoying when your drunk.”

“Fine i’ll go find another bitch to dance with.”

“Good let me know which one so she can find someone else to please them.”

“What’s that supposed to mean.”

“Scotty i’m sorry to burst your bubble but you dick game could use a little more work.”

“What are you talking about you cum everytime we fuck.”

“Yeah cause I imagine your someone else.”

“Who!”

“Take a long and hard guess.” she tells him while pulling up our hands that are tangled with one another.

“Fuck I knew I should have never let you hang out with her.” he yells and then turns his attention to me “Fuck you Paige I’m gonna tell everyone.”

“Scotty” I look at him “Everybody knows you’re the only one who doesn’t.”

Y/n then pulls me out of the booth leaving Scotty there by himself with his mouth agape.

“Welp I guess Scotty knows now.” she chuckles out while i lean in to kiss her softly.

Sorry if this is bad i didn’t know how to write the ending😭🙏🏻😚

[renku]

Catering Demand and Need

Loossemble Yeojin x Male Reader

“Yeojin, what are you doing down there?”

“Nothing, oppa... You took so long to get here,” Yeojin playfully twirls her hair while still exposing her thighs out, “I’m kinda lonely here without my unnies...”

“Now’s not the time, Yeojin.”

Yeojin pouted and climbed on the couch, slouching to show her disappointment.

What am I going to do with her? This old, repititive question is almost a million dollar question in Mathematics that the most brilliant minds in the world try to solve. But Yeonjin is on another level. Try with all might and sheer will, it’s always her—Yeojin always, always wins.

Letting a sigh as a sign of defeat before sitting beside her, Yeojin knew that it’ll happen no matter what—she will prevail.

“Baby girl?” soft yet manly tone, a maintained balance of persuasion and dominance. Yeojin must know she’s the one in need, and the one that needs to earn it.

No answer. As expected. Yeojin’s habit of putting the act for a bit longer serves as her trump card. Just to get this over with, let Yeojin have it her way.

Felt the touch from your index finger on her silky thigh, gradually sliding upward until it reaches the hem of the laced white dress. Inaudible gasp escaped her lips, and goosebumps spread all over her.

“Still not going to answer, baby girl?”

Yeojin is a tough cookie to break. Well, you already did literally before but it’s the attitude. She could just gave a nod or a simple 'yes' or 'no' to make things easier. If a newbie managed to survive the job as her manager, it’ll be a breakthrough. But here you are, still on the same role and job.

It would only be a matter of time before the others arrive. Compromising others’ time and schedule would spell disaster. Raising the hem of her dress, a pleasant smell greeted your nose—fresh rose scent from her favorite feminine wash, and visual blessing by means of a matched red-laced panties; enough to increase the blood flow in all the right areas in your body.

As much as you want to tease Yeojin first, it’s just simply impractical and dangerous at the current circumstances.

Grabbing and pulling her undergarments in one go; almost breaking it at the process. Your hands found their place in Yeojin's petite cheeks—oh, for the love of Venus—supple and irresistible.

“O- op- uhm– Daddy?”

Thank God, she finally spoke. And she just used her ultimate move. The perfect trigger—climbing to the level of overdrive.

“Yes, baby girl?”

“Will Daddy punish me for not behaving good?” Yeojin turned around to look at you with her half-lidded eyes. Fuck. So vulnerable yet ruinable.

“Yes, my baby girl needs to learn again to listen.”

Spreading her cheeks there lies her impatient lubricated cunt; dripping, already forming a pool on the couch but it doesn’t matter anymore. Unbuckling your belt with haste to push down your pants and briefs in one go just enough to let out your raging cock.

“All fours, now.”

Yeojin didn’t even hesitate for a second. She got herself into position right away.

A two, quick strokes on your cock before lining up yourself in her entrance. The glans kissed her labia, making Yeojin whimper.

“Hmmp–”

“Still not used to this, baby girl?”

“It’s just– Daddy’s cock is too big for my pus– AH!”

Not letting Yeojin finish as you pulled her waist to penetrate her deep right away. Tight. Warm. Wet. Perfect. Words could not even experiencing the real thing. Its grip like it's holding on for its dear life? Priceless. That is why you can keep with Yeojin and her stubbornness, when there’s a sweet prize only you and you can claim.

Your hips knew what they suppose to do—starting from a nice, good rhythm gradually increasing tempo. Clapping sounds growing stronger each second.

“Yes- oh- oh- fuck- yes, daddy! I miss your big cock so much!” Yeojin really screams her heart out in happiness, or pleasure, or both in general. Her cute, lewd voice—the same one she uses to record their songs which her fans enjoy. Well, you couldn’t totally blame them. It’s an earcandy.

“Shit. So good- ugh!” you grunted.

Dirty, filthy sounds—moans, whimpers, two fleshes clapping against the other, and compliments of how two bodies give each other pleasure—are what filled the room basically. You and Yeojin may not admit it but you can’t get enough of each other. It’s like a need that turned into addiction. Yin-yang. Light and dark. Good and bad.

But like everything else, there’s always an end. Your phone rings, and the ringtone is specifically assigned for the group. They’re about to arrive in no time. Time to finish the business and thankfully Lady Luck is on your side.

“Yeojin, fuck, argh, I’m close!”

“Yes, Daddy! Do it inside! Breed me, fill me with your cum!”

Even without her words, you’re about to do it anyway. Spraying all your semen on the couch is not a good news for the others.

“I'm cumming!”

With your final forceful thrust, burying your cock deep inside, ropes and ropes of cum reached her womb, painting her insides. Yeojin’s still tight pussy milking you out—baby girl claiming her prize. She also came as her spasms were noticeable; her body barely keeping steady from her position. Upon slipping out your cock, you pulled her panties back immediately to avoid any droplets of cum reaching the couch.

Yeojin was exhausted real good. But she has to fix herself before the girls see her ruined and messed up.

“Get up, Yeojin. Your unnies are coming. We need to fix ourselves and everything else before they arrive.”

“Ok... yes, oppa,” she said, her voice showing signs of fatigue.

~~~

After making sure no trace was left on the crime scene, the girls arrived just on time. The assistant manager was the one who handled them for the meantime. They looked tired on the ride going home.

“Oh, manager-nim, Yeojin, you two are here already? How lucky!” one of the girls said.

“Just need to talk about something with our lovely maknae,” you replied.

“What is it?”

“Oh, nothing serious. Just a few reminders from the company.”

“I see. Well, we better go to bed it’s already getting late.”

“Right, right. Shall we, Yeojin?”

“Yes, manager-nim!” she responded with such enthusiasm, and winked at you before going to her room.

“Oh, please,” you sighed, as the exhilarating job of keeping up with them especially Yeojin, continues. Sadly.

A/N: Purely BFH and done in one sitting. Seeing Yeojin was just- hoo, nevermind. Anyway, the fic is unedited so forgive me for a few mistakes. Have work tomorrow but still finished this using the writing juices I have. Hope you enjoy! Have a good day, or night!

- Ren :)

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Buddy Daddies x Delinquent Teen Reader (2)

“Did you eat breakfast today?”

“....”

“(Y/n)?”

“He asked you a question, (Y/n).”

“I heard.”

“Answer. Him.”

“...”

“(Y/n)...did you eat?”

“...”

Kazuki sighed as Rei easily wrestled the controller out of your hands to toss you over his shoulder

Not even bothered by your violent struggles he took you to the room designated as your punishment room

Where Kazuki or Rei would hold you tight until you let them hold you peacefully 

Training you to obey them in the form of cuddles like a chicken

So in the dark room, your wriggling and cursing slowed as Rei’s hold held firm

But even when you stopped struggling and leaned back into his chest 

He didn’t release you 

Instead, he carried you along with him as he went into the tub

No doubt to sleep 

With the darkened surroundings, Rei’s firm hold, and the warmth of his arms you reluctantly joined 

“Where’s (Y/n) and Papa Rei?”

“Ah, they’re napping right now.”

“Oooh I want to–”

“Ah ah! Didn’t you say you wanted to make (Y/n) their favorite lunch?”

“OH Yeah!”

“Alright then let’s get to work!”

When you awake so is Rei, hold unrelenting and forcing you to gently notify him

“Better?”

“Hm.”

“Are you going to behave?”

“Yes.”

“....” 

He didn’t believe you but Kazuki told him he had to be gentle

Apparently, the perfect life they were giving you wasn’t a welcome change

He’d prefer to lock you tight and show you the joys of a single room 

Like he used to know

Then they could work on building you out of that

But Kazuki already thought his old lifestyle was problematic and he didn’t need that rubbing off on Miri now

“The next time you misbehave you won’t be playing Kart for a month.”

You sucked your teeth but nodded your head

“Ah, you two are back!”

“(Y/n)! Look what I made for you! All by myself!”

“Miri!”

“Hehehe we made it for you! See, see? Look, look!”

“Uh, thanks, Miri.”

“(Y/n) has something to say.”

“....No.”

“Excuse me? What’s this about?”

You wanted to punch that smile off his face

“...The answer to the question you asked. It's no.”

“Well, then you better eat up the delicious meal me and Miri made for you!” 

He rubs the top of your head as you sit at the table 

Not oblivious to the warning look Rei is giving you as Miri offers to feed you 

You accept with clenched fists 

How you wish you could get out of here

[getosbigballsack]

Just imagine getting punishment and having sex with Yakuza Gojo inside the bathroom.

Nothing you love more than to feel your husband's hands caressing your soft, subtle skin beneath the shower.

His lips moving along side your neck, tasting every drop of water from the shower, breathing in the scent of your cinnamon flavored body wash, hands fondling and gropping your soft tummy.

And his cock, hard and rubbing between your wet backside, you just needed him. "Daddy, please fuck me," you muttered impatiently, only to receive a firm slap on the plush skin of your stretched marked ass and his teeth sneaking into your neck.

"What did I say about begging?" He asked, his hand connecting with your ass once more, watching as the skin rippled from the impact. Your body jolts from the harsh slap, hips thrusting back against his as you cry out in pain. "Mhm... what did I say about being impatient?"

"Good... *slap* Ah! Good girls don't beg unless... unless Daddy wants her to. *slap* Mhm ah! Good g- girls should all... always be patient and wait for Daddy to give her *slap* her reward," you stuttered in response.

He smirked and pulled away from you, "That's right," he mumbled as he pushed you up against the cold and foggy bathroom shower glass. Your nipples grew hard from the cold sensation seeping through your body. "So why are you testing my patience?" You had already pissed him off earlier by walking in on his important meeting, and when he asked you to leave, you were just so rude and out of order. Almost throwing a tantrum for no reason.

He was going to scold you about and let you off with a warning, but then you had to go ahead and did something he taught you not to do unless he ask. You deserve a bit of punishment.

It's a bit normal for you to get punished. People thought that being a Yakuza's wife meant that you could easily get away with minor things. But that's far from the truth because one thing your husband taught you, even the simplest fuck up can get you in trouble.

"I'm sorry," you muttered, but knowing him, you know, sorry is not good enough. You weren't being Yakuza Gojo’s good chubby wife, so now he has to punish or, let's say, reward you with maybe five spanks on each ass cheek.

"Count," and that word had you trembling before he even began. The first slap had your whimpering. The second slap had tears pooling at the corner of your eyes. The third slap had you crying out for him. It was already too much for you, and he only spanked your left butt cheek thus far.

"Daddy, I'm sorry *slap* four, I'm sorry," you cried out.

"Mhm... next number," he said as he soothed his hand over your ass before delivering another spank. You cried, butt cheeks clenching tightly in hopes to soothe the pain. But you know it's useless, not when he's already moving onto your right butt cheek, to deliver another set of fives.

By the time he was done, he could see his hand prints marking the surface of your skin and those tiny welts forming. Your ass felt raw from his spanking, and it stung too due to the water from the shower connecting with your ass.

"I'm sorry daddy," you said once more, feeling his hands caressing your swollen tender ass before parting your butt cheeks to get the most perfect and precious view of that perfect fat cute cunt.

"I hear you," is what he said before lining up his cock with your aching entrance. "But no apologies accepted, baby. Daddy has to ensure that his adorable wife learns her lesson, yes. Don't you wanna be daddy’s good girl again?"

"Yes, I want to be daddy’s good girl."

"Then relax and take your punishment," he said before pushing his cock pass the tight rings of your pussy, thrusting deeply until his cock was poking at your cervix. "Oh, and you won't get to cum ok."

God, I just love Yakuza Gojo.

[sukuslutx]

Do it for me.

Feat. Toji Fushiguro, female reader

TW. Smut, filming, sexual content

WC: 2k

note | this used to be a fic I did for another character two years back but it didnt really feel like it fitted it anymore so I felt the need to change and tweak certain things and make it about Toji instead. Hope yall enjoy!

It was a quiet night. You were sitting in the dining room across the man who you wished was something more than just a late-night call. Moments like these were rare though, since both of you agreed that this would be just something casual, no strings attached, so more intimate moments were nothing but a hopeless dream. ‘’It’s easier for us both, don’t ya think?’’, you remembered his words that night when you agreed to this. You bit down on your bottom lip recalling it, hoping he wouldn’t notice the sudden shift in the atmosphere. He of course didn’t.

''I've been thinking-'', Toji spoke to you in a steady tone

''Do tell me'', you spoke back with just the same one as you were munching on the food you prepared for the two of you.

''I was thinking we should film a sex tape'', you immediately choked a little on the food you were chewing as you instantly started coughing out. Your cheeks turned crimson red and Toji just smirked in your direction knowing he managed to catch you off guard and fluster you.

''Don't say such things while I’m fucking eating Toji'', you took a napkin to clean around your mouth.

''So, I didn't hear a no... so, is that a yes?'', Toji's tone hopeful, you could see he was getting excited.

''Why do we even need to do that?'', you spoke back finally after cleaning yourself. You would be lying if the idea didn't excite you and turn you on in a way but you would not show that just off the bat.

‘’Think it’s hot, we could even sell it for some quick money, but if you don’t wanna, no pressure''

There was no response from your side so Toji was just about to drop the idea as he didn't want to pressure you to do something you're not aboard with.

''Okay-'', you spoke lowly.

A big smirk was tugging on his face while the look in his eyes was deeply lustful. He jumped out of his seat as he headed to you and picked you up.

''Toji put me the fuck down- I am quite capable of walking by myself'', you screamed at him as you squirmed in his hold

''No can-do princess'', he chuckled making his way to your shared bedroom. He lets you down on the bed as he goes to set up a camera. You expected the moment the light turned red he will join you in bed but instead he sat down on the chair next to the camera, setting it up at just the perfect angle.

''Strip for me'', his tone was lower and the words he spoke were like an order which you immediately obeyed.

Your hands moved slowly to your top as you started unbuttoning it. The silk shirt gently sliding down your shoulders and off of you. You threw it somewhere across the room, it didn't matter. Your hands moved to your breast which were still covered with a bra as you gently squeezed them, looking at your boyfriend straight in the eyes instead of the camera.

''Ah-ah princess, eyes on the camera'', he smirked at you his hand moving to palm the evident tent forming in his pants. Oh, he was already hard.

You turned your head from him to the camera as you continued to take your clothes off. Your pants coming off next along your panties. You soon after unclasped your bra and threw it at him which he catches straight away.

''Now show that pretty pussy for the camera baby and touch yourself just as you do when I am away'', you felt yourself turn completely red, how did he-, you remembered you promised him that you wouldn't touch yourself and him telling you he is the only one allowed to make you cum, yet on some nights you just couldn't help it.

''Oh? You seem surprised princess. You know I have my way in finding out everything'', he smirked at you. ''But- I'll leave the punishment for later, now show me how you touched yourself, how you touched what belongs to me'', you bit down on your bottom lip. You let your hands roam across your body. One hand making its way to squeeze your breast again and the other trailing lover to your clit as you gently circled it.

Toji hummed pleased with the sight in front of him. Your fingers then made their way to your awaiting hole as you gathered the slick and soon after pushed them between your folds. There was something exciting with him sitting there and just observing you, you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second. You started letting out low moans as you worked your fingers, but you needed him, there was no way you could reach your high like this without him.

''N-need you-'', you spoke through moans. He moved his eyes from your pussy to look at your face. ''Hm? What did you say? Speak up.'', he started to tease

''D-daddy. I- I need you inside me'', you somehow manage to mutter out. You could see the proud smirk flashing right at you as he stood up from the armchair and headed towards, the light on the camera still flashing red. He took off his shirt and threw it in some corner of the room.

''Take my pants off for me'', he was standing next to the bed looking down on you. You crawled to the edge of the bed as you quickly moved your hands towards his belt as to unbuckle it for him. He slapped your hands away instantly.

''With your mouth''

You looked up at him doe-eyed as you decided to not test your luck and just obey. You somehow managed to unbuckle his belt and pull the zipper down with your teeth while in the process never taking your eyes off him. Oh, how he enjoyed the sight, if it were even possible he was turned on even more by each second. Suddenly you felt him grip your hair and pull your head up so you were looking at him.

''Should we try anal tonight baby?'', he spoke with faux sympathy.

You shook your head no to his question. ''I don't think I can handle that'', you spoke back. Toji tilted his head with a pout on his face. ''Open your mouth'', again it was an order and you obediently did so. Two of his fingers were shoved to the back of your throat. ''Hmm I trained you well''

''Turn around, ass up'', he spoke to you as you immediately did what he said and you could feel him distance himself from the bed as he was about to go and take something. Not long after you could feel his presence again behind you.

''My bitch has the best ass ever'', he said, rubbing your ass right before you felt a sharp sting from an object coming in contact with your skin.

''Fuck-'' you screamed out as you immediately pulled a pillow to muffle your scream.

''Count-'', he spoke to you before his belt came into contact with your already reddening skin again

''TWO-'', you cried out.

Slap.

Slap.

Slap.

You were counting out, barely holding your composure. The pain was overwhelming but the pleasure was overtaking your body.

''Whose pussy is this?'', Toji inquired before giving you another slap

You mumbled some curses at him not replying to his question, your head still buried in the pillow.

He gripped on your hair as he pulled you back to his chest

''I can’t hear you slut so ill repeat again, who does this pussy belong to?'', a harsh hit of his belt lands on your already bruised ass

''fuck, is yours-'' – you screamed out, tears forming on your waterline. He loosens the grip on your hair as your head gets shoved back into the pillow.

He let his belt down as he moved back to you one hand finding its place on your hip as he moved his cock to your awaiting hole with the other hand. He thrusted his dick fully inside of you as you let a loud gasp. ''Ahh-'' you screamed out loudly. It didn't matter how much time the two of you fucked, you could never be able to actually adjust to his size and that made his ego fly out of the roof. He gripped your chin harshly as he pulled you against his chest. He was pumping in and out of you mercilessly. Your moans were getting louder and louder by each passing second

''You like that hmm? Like it when I fuck you like a cheap whore?'', his pace was just getting faster and his thrusts were harder. It seems as if his main goal was to pound you until you went dumb. From all of the pleasure you couldn't even manage to form a single sentence.

''What's the matter baby? Already going dumb on me? It’s too early.'', nothing but faux sympathy yet again leaving his lips. He pulled out of you as you slumped down completely on the bed. You believe you already came twice in that short period of time but this was far from done.

''We're not done yet'', he took you in his arms as he sat down on the edge of the bed. ''Look at that mirror'', he pulled you on his lap and turned you around to face the mirror.

''You're going to ride me now until you make me cum and while you're doing that your eyes should be on that mirror so you can see how much of a whore you are for me 'kay?'', he patted your head as he brushed off the tears that were staining your cheeks. Soon after he harshly slams you down on his thick cock. You started moving yourself up and down on his dick, trying your absolute best to keep your eyes on the mirror as he said. You could not handle any more of his punishments, it was already enough as it was. He let your sloppy attempts go on for a while but he was growing impatient.

''Is my little slut too tired to ride daddy's big cock?'', he cooed. ''N-no...'' you tried to speak back to him, trying your best to increase the pace of your bouncing on his cock and pleasing him as you failed terribly.

With his patience just at the limit he grabs your hips as he slams you down hard and starts bouncing you on his cock by himself. Your tongue falling out of your mouth as a little drool formed on the side of it.

''I'll need to train you more then baby- you're gonna be daddy's perfect cocksleeve one day'', he kissed your forehead as he kept the same pace. ‘’Stop Toji, fuck- feels weird.’’, you tried squirming in his hold trying to get away but he kept a firm hold on you as he kept going. You felt something uncoil and the next moment you squirted all over his dick some landing on the mirror across from you. ‘’Holy shit, that’s a fucking first’’, he let out a laugh impressed at how much of a whore you were for him tonight, he tipped you over the edge. He could feel himself getting closer and closer, that sight he just experienced engraved in his brain already. With a few harder thrusts into your sloppy cunt he emptied himself inside of you. Your whole body felt numb as you fell backwards onto his chest. He slowly pulled out of you, laying you down on the bed next to him. ‘My pretty girl-'' he ran his hand through your hair as he hummed. ''You did so fucking well for me’’. You just hummed back at him with not much energy left in your body to even respond, as you dozed off. You’ll leave the recurring thoughts of having something more with this man than just casual sex for another day.

[alienpossession]

Skillful Masseuse

A gift for @mindmelter

"How does he feel? All good inside of him?"

"Man.....you really did some number down there. Fuck, my mind feels foggy, I think you really managed to squeezed out every last bit of him that I don't want to consume,"

"Yeah well, practice makes perfect. You are like....what, my 78th guy or something? It's unacceptable if I cannot empty a guy consistently by the time I reached the 50th guy. Ah, yeah, the 50th guy, that was the biggest one, and the one giving me the toughest fight,"

"Well, entertain me while I recover then. Tell the story,"

"Oh, okay. So, it's this guy named Tamir. A big tank of a guy, Russian or something along those lines. As you know, I never started from the face for direct takeover rightaway, I started it as a real massage to lower their guard down. But of course I lathered your kind all over the body so you guys can scan the body first and absorb all the muscle memory while numbing it to the point of temporary paralysis. I think he noticed something is wrong right away because he immediately grunted

"Grrr.....why the fuck...uhhh... your oil is so fucking cold??? This is like...ffhhhuuuhh.... fucking frost bite,"

"It's what makes it special, just calm down sir. This will start to feel real good soon," I said to him back then to calm him down.

Yes he eventually calmed down, but moments later, when I lathered your kind on his neck, he started to tremble as he realized that his whole body already stiffened.

It was too late, of course, and soon I witnessed the whole liquid merged into one form and moved upward. Imagine my surprise when he flailed like a fish getting captured, his body trembled violently I thought it would snap in half and he even fell from the massage board! I legit thought your kind failed to tame him, I almost sprayed an entire bottle to his face out of panic. But luckily, he dropped back to the floor like a log as your kind rolled into his wide-open mouth. Of course he then proceeded to gave me the harshest fuck I ever received, I was unable to walk normally for 4 days and have to cancel some appointment because of that. He, being inside a shady businessman, just chuckled when I confronted him about my injury and simply thrown me 20,000 dollar as if it was nothing

"Just shut up and keep on converting, whore. You're not going to talk back to my kind as if we did not pay you back way better than what you serviced us," he said to me

"Wow, that's rude," lamented the latest client, towel already dropped to the floor

"Yeah, very. But he humiliated me further when he pointed out about my raging hard-on,"

"HAHAHAHAHAH, you got hard from all that? Man, that's on you! Me, if I got disrespected like that, oh I wouldn't let that slide,"

"Well, I did inform the most senior out of all of you for the 50th guy verbal insult. Let's just say, he got punished properly for crossing the line against me,"

"Oh fuck......what happened?"

"Oh, you'll know by yourself later. Your kind love to tell stories and gather around in country clubs etc. acting like you are talking about big business stuff when you are all just in fact sharing sex stories and scandals of your own kind. My message is, just don't be a dick to me and you'll be fine,"

"But I can put a dick inside of you, and I'll be totally fine, right?" smirked the taken over scientist, his cock elongated to a decent 7 incher and throbbed excitedly

"How else you guys would pay me after all?" Andrew said with a smirk, the fateful encounter earlier this year really turned everything around for him

----

Andrew has been a masseuse for the past 2 years, but his clientele remained small and he required an extra job just to stay afloat, especially with the cost of living that skyrocketed. Of course he would never expect that somehow his massage oil package got tainted by a mad scientist with a confidential project currently worked on by NASA.

Surprised to see the ripped package in his front porch after his day job, plus the fact that he got an appointment later that evening with no more oil left, Andrew decided not to complain or requesting refund about the opened packages.

Everything went per usual. The client, named Zaid, is a regular, so he casually just stripped to his underwear and let Andrew worked his way. Just imagine Andrew's surprise when his client that seemed fine for the earlier part of the massage suddenly started to speak about the stiffness all over his body.

Andrew checked the bottle of the oil and the expiry still lasted for some times, so this is not the oil issue. Is it his movement, then? When he started to get frantic, his surprise doubled when a translucent, viper-like creature the size of a pencil hovered right below Zaid's lips. That viper-like creature, within seconds, then jabbed itself into Zaid's nose and that made him yelled in pain. That's when the creature split into two and infiltrated Zaid from both his mouth and his nose. It all happened so quickly, Andrew didn't even manage to scream as he just froze in his place, thinking that his client just died under his watch caused by some kind of freak creature. But everything turned out to be far from over as the once-screaming-and-writhing Zaid calmed himself down before opening his eyes. That's when Zaid then said

"Hello, human. Nice to meet you,"

And of course Andrew passed out

He woke up with the morning light already entered the apartment, only to realize that he's no longer in his apartment and Zaid is walking around shirtless

"Oh hey there you, finally, you wake up!"

"Oh God, Zaid, are you okay? Your body no longer feel stiff? What about that creat---"

"Pssst.....stop that. Here, let me show you what I've learned while you fell asleep,"

And that afternoon, not only Zaid shared about all his findings, he also revealed that the he's actually no longer Zaid, as the viper-like creature is already in control of his body. It explained its origin, the test NASA conducted on them and the experimentation they conducted, the mechanics on the takeover, and how Zaid already take the decision to uproot Andrew from his flat and take the masseuse under his wing

"Zaid here got plenty of friends that can be used for my kind. Will you kindly help us?"

And so, the takeover spree started. The easiest one? Zaid's roommate who was surprised when Zaid revealed that they would have additional occupant in the apartment. When the roomie protested, Zaid just sprayed him with the oil right on his face as it then stiffened moments later.

"This makes for a quick takeover, but I find it not as hot as when you unknowingly rubbed my kind all over the human body. I want you to use that skillful hand of yours and give those oblivious human the most pleasure possible before they realized how fucked they are,"

His taken over roomie quickly agreed,

"I have to rub one out before finally feeling this good. So, stick to your method and ensure all our kind received this Earth-shattering entrance as they ride on that orgasmic wave of pushing over the last remnant of the original owner of the bodies, okay? Melt their mind into cum!"

That's exactly what Andrew did ever since. With Zaid and his roommie giving rave reviews about Andrew, soon, Andrew's clientele grew massively. It reached stratospheric high he never dared to dream before thanks to the alien-converted men that endorsed him despite Andrew's so-so massaging skill. But, practice indeed makes perfect and Andrew indeed gets better at his craft with more clients handled by him as his hands methodically kneading, cupping and applying pressure with his special oil all over the body of his clients.

When they got too comfortable and their bodies already numb, that's when the alien strikes and mere minutes later, a brand new entity is in possession of the fine studs. Have they ever seen it coming? Up until now, none, never, not once, based on the memory reading of the possessed. All of them too relaxed to even put up a fight, not even the strongest man can get out from the trap and most of them even thought that the massage was that good, their body turned hella weak.

With still a bottle left, Andrew is about to finish his duty helping the alien. But it's not like the alien ever thinking to dispose him. Instead, the alien wanted to introduce Andrew to their savior. Based on their latest intel, the scientist is alive but he's in hiding as countless government organization is on the lookout for him and also still searching where the heck the scientist disposed the last surviving bits of the alien samples. Of course they will never suspect the alien samples to be poured into 5 different bottle of massage oil in a random New Mexico's suburb.

[lokis-army-77]

Piece of Cake

Dom!Eddie Munson x sub!fem reader

Word Count: 2.0k

Eddie catches you sneaking something you shouldn't and then you lie to him... so obviously you have to be punished

Warning: 18 +. spanking with a belt, handcuffs, sir kink, fingering, butt plug, aftercare, squirting, dom eddie, sub reader.

Masterlist

“And just what are you doing?” Eddie's voice startled you, causing you to jump and almost drop the cake box you were trying to remove from the fridge only a few seconds prior quietly. 

“Uh… nothing.” You quickly try to cover your actions, reaching for something random and pulling it out. “Just grabbing some…” you look at what you had snatched, “relish.” 

Eddie looked at you, arms crossed and eyebrows raised scepticly. “Oh really? Because to me, it looked like you were getting into the cake that I specifically told you not to touch.”

You stood there, back to the fridge, the cold air, and Eddie’s gaze, making goosebumps appear on your skin. “I was just moving the box so I could reach this.” You hold up the relish bottle and shake it, hoping he will take the bait.

The prolonged silence and the way he watches you with beady eyes make you uneasy. You avoid eye contact like your life depends on it, and your hands fiddle with the plastic condiment bottle. 

“You aren’t lying to me are you, baby doll?” He asks as he slowly pushes off the threshold and stalks around the kitchen counter to you. 

Shaking your head, you answer him. “No, Sir.” 

Eddie takes the relish from your hands, places it back in the fridge, and shuts the door. “You know I don’t like it when you lie to me. I’ll give you one more chance to tell me the truth.” 

You know you should tell him what you were doing, but you had to stick to the lie. So you try with all you have in you to look into those brown eyes and not look guilty as you spoke, “I’m not lying, Sir.”

Your hair stands on end when the soft features of his face turn ridges and sharp in an instant. His eyes darken and his jaw ticks. 

What scares you the most is how calm he is when he speaks next. “We have rules in this house, little girl, and you just broke two of them. And to make matters worse, you broke the most important one twice.” 

Being in trouble always made your stomach tie in knots. You hated seeing the disappointment on your boyfriend's face and this time was no exception. 

“Eddie please I’m-” 

“Ah, ah, ah. That’s not my name right now and you know it.” He grasps your face in his large hand, squishing your cheeks with his thumb on one side and the other four fingers on the other. “Don’t even tell me you’re sorry, you don’t even know what that means but you will.” 

You feel dread wash over you as he forces you to look at him. 

“I want you to go to the bedroom, find the cuffs, belt, lube, and your plug, and place them on the bed. Then, I want you to take those shorts off and lay face down. Got it?” 

You nod as best you can in his harsh grip. “Yes Sir.” 

“Good. I’ll be there in a minute.” He lets go and you scurry down the hall to the room. 

Your heart beats a mile a minute as you collect everything Eddie asked for and it doesn't subside as you lay down on the bed. Nervously, you chew on your bottom lip, making it raw and red. 

The rush of blood in your ears is so loud that you only hear Eddie’s footsteps coming once he’s already made it into the bedroom. 

He doesn’t speak as he gets to work. First are the handcuffs, they are cold against your wrists as he secures them behind your back. Next, the pillow he fluffs up and shoves under your hips, helping to raise and present your ass. 

Large hands roam over the exposed skin of your thighs before they take hold of your thong and move it down below the curve of your ass. 

“You know I hate having to punish you, right?” He asks, climbing onto the bed behind you, his legs slotted on either side of your own. 

“I know, sir.” You respond. 

Eddie hums. “Do you? I don’t think you do, or else you would be my perfect little angel all the time.” 

You shake your head, “I do, I do. I’m sorry, Sir, it won’t happen again.” 

There’s a sudden smack to your ass. “Quit moving,” he commands and you do. “I want you to tell me why it is I’m having to punish you.” His words are emphasized by the creaking sound of the lube cap being opened. “Then, I will spank you with this belt until I feel you have learned your lesson.” He begins to squirt the lube generously onto your puckered hole. 

The cold makes your hips jerk but he holds you still. Then something even colder is placed onto the warm skin down there. With shaking breath, you feel him rubbing the metal butt plug through the lube, coating it. 

“Come on, tell me what you did.” 

Taking a deep breath, you begin. “I lied to you.” 

He circles your entrance with the toy. “Go on.” 

“I lied to you twice.” You turn your face into the comforter as he begins to push the plug in, the sudden stretch is a lot.

“About what?”

You groan, hands pulling at the cuffs as he takes the plug out and pushes it back in just a little farther. “Sir-”

“I asked you a question. What did you lie to me about?”

“I-I lied to you about getting a piece of cake.” You stutter. 

“And why was that against the rules?” 

“Because I had two pieces today already and you told me I couldn't have more!” The last of your sentence comes out in a jumbled moaning mess as Eddie pushes the plug all the way inside.  

“So disappointing…” He wraps the belt around his hand and begins to slowly stroke it against your ass. “You knew you weren't supposed to do what you did and yet you still disobeyed me.”

 You take a deep breath, trying to prepare yourself for the pain. He smacks you once and you gasp, feeling the sting across your skin.

“I'm sorry!” You cry out, hips moving away from the quick hits of the belt on your bare ass. 

“Sorry? I don’t think you are baby.” Eddie continues to belt you, his grip strong and unforgiving. You try to move away but he holds you in place, forcing you to take the punishment. 

Tears stream down your face as the pain settles into your skin. “Please,” you beg him, “no more.” 

He stops the belt for only a second to ask, “Color?”

“Green,” you heave through snot and sobs. “I’m green, Sir.” 

With your answer, he keeps going. Each sharp sting of the belt against your quickly welting skin has you shuddering with an ache. The punishment hurt but it also created a dull throbbing between your legs. 

Each hit had you clenching around the plug seated deep in your ass and with each contraction of your muscles, you couldn’t help but feel empty in the one place you needed Eddie: your cunt. 

You haven’t a clue how many times the belt made contact with your skin but when he eventually stopped, a cry of relief flew past your lips. 

“Did so good for me baby doll.” Eddie finally gave you praise as soft plush lips kissing the hot, reddened skin of your ass. You whimper at the feeling. 

He watches you for a moment, eyes tracing over every curve of your body. He counts every whelped, raised belt mark displayed on your ass. So when your thighs clench and your hips begin to undulate against the pillow beneath you, Eddie does not miss it. 

“My poor baby, did your punishment make you all needy?” he asks.

You nod, your hair tangling under you as you do.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” 

It takes everything in you to answer him. “Yes sir.”  

He pulls back and smirks, his eyes darkening with pleasure. “Good girl. Now, tell me what you want.”

“Want you… Please I want you so bad. Need your fingers, your cock, inside me. Please.” You are desperate. There is an emptiness inside you begging to be filled and the only thing that could ease the intense want in your bones is your boyfriend fucking into you. 

“Yeah? Is that what you need?” Eddie tosses the belt to the side, no longer needing it. “I will warn you, sweet girl, this is still a punishment. Don’t even think I’ll go easy on you.”

You lament, “Doesn’t matter, just need you in me, please.” 

Eddie wastes no time lifting your hips, forcing you to keep your weight on aching, wobbling knees. His thumb presses into the jeweled end of the anal plug, pulling a moan from your chapped lips.

“What’s your color right now baby doll?” He asks as deft fingers run down from the plug to your quivering cunt. You can feel how wet you are as he spreads your lips. The cool air of your bedroom wafts over your juices. 

“I’m green.” You whine, cantering your hips back into him. 

Without warning, Eddie's middle and ring fingers plunge into you. He wasn’t slow, his fingers pumped in and out of you at a pace so fast, it was hard to comprehend with your already fuzzy mind. 

Your wrists pull on the metal of your binds as you arch your back deeper. You open and close your fingers, wordlessly begging him.

Eddie sees your fingers flexing and asks, “What is it you need Sweetheart?” 

“Hand.” You groan. “Hold hand.” Your arms stretched as far back as they could to reach him and he eased your efforts by reaching out his free hand and grasping both of yours. 

You hold onto him tightly and he continues to finger fuck you. His long thick fingers are pushing up into your walls creating aquelching sounds and pulling noises you never knew you could make past your lips. 

It doesn’t take long for you to fill the pounding in your veins. Like the beat of a war drum, your heart beats fast and hard, pumping blood through you. The pit in your stomach has become a chasm and Eddie is doing his damndest to push you over the edge. You’re there, teetering at the side and all it takes is the introduction of a third finger, his pointer finger. 

With the stretch of that third digit, you let out a cry loud enough for the whole of Hawkins to hear you. “Gonna cum.” You scrunch your eyes hard. “Please, let me cum Sir.”   

Eddie grunts, moving his fingers faster. “Alright, baby. Cum for me.”

Your body is spasming, your hands grasp Eddie’s in a death grip, your thighs shake and lock and you feel a relieving gush from between them. 

The spasms stop and your muscles release. Eddie is quick to uncuff you and start on aftercare. 

He gives you kiss after sweet kiss as he cleans the mess you made of yourself and the bed beneath. Warm hands rub in soothing lotion over the areas he has spanked. 

You just lie there, whimpering when he touches a sore place.

“I know, I know. I'm sorry, baby. You did such a good job for me.” He praises. You smile weakly in response. He pulls you into a tight embrace and whispers, “I love you so much.” He kisses you again before letting you go.

“I’m sorry,” You mumble into the sheets, suddenly still guilty for lying. 

“Shh, it’s okay, I know you are.” He lays next to you, pulling you in closer. “How about we lay here for fifteen minutes, then I take you to the bathtub?

You think about it for a second before nodding into his chest. “That would be nice. Thank you, Eddie.”

You can feel him smiling into your hair as he responds, but before you can hear the words, you've already drifted off into a much-needed sleep.

[precious-little-scoundrel]

Job Wanted: Bullshit Detector

Circa: April, 1944

Summary: In the wake of Ida’s miscarriage and the consequences of it, Gale Cleven is on a mission to catch the Allied serviceman who allegedly turned them all in. To do so he must spare time from his other duties, one of which he is loath to delegate. Until he recalls the perfect candidate.

Cast of Characters include: Gale Cleven, Lt. Kendeigh, Lt. Sanchez, Lt. Lu Smith, Ida Brady (discussed)

Warnings: 18+ with universe typical warnings applying. mild chapter for this universe with only referenced past torture, referenced past assault and referenced past miscarriage. 🙃 some hinted racism along with some general stalag angst and characters misinterpretations of each other, etc.

Author’s Note: this was partly inspired by learning the real Gale Cleven was sorta self appointed spy catcher in the stalag, which is very badass of him and very important

The only thing cutting through the anger for Gale was the immediate need for action. If he could not find the turncoat fucker this instant, he had to insure that he would soon. And to do so, he must spare some time from his other obligations, make up for lost evaluations, coordinate with Bucky, and even let other duties lapse. They had others who could fill in the gaps.

There was truly only one duty that chafed him in the aspect of delegating.

He chewed his cheek raw in contemplation of it, the needing of someone to fill his spot in vetting the new prisoners. While baiting out one spy, it would be unthinkable to let in a passel more. And in his time away, as punishment for Ida’s pregnancy, there had been little done in regard to vetting incoming prisoners.

The fact stood, though, Gale did not trust anyone else to be cantankerous enough, to object without arguing, poke holes without being provocative. To sniff out a fake with pure, cold blooded, bone weary cynicism for humanity.

Until he remembered her.

He tried not to remember her, as a general rule, and when they passed in the hall of the combine or when he would find her in her bunk above Smith’s or working out a detail with Kendeigh, they gave each other only the most professional of nods. An effective show of respect to appease the curiosity of those around them, watching always, and yet, he was sure they had not exchanged a single word.

But now he thought of her.

They are sat out in the mildest blizzard of the early spring, Gale and Maureen, when he chose to finally bring her up. The woman who cut him. “The fighter pilot.” he begins.

Maureen perks in the near death-like stillness around them, it’s late afternoon and miserable and so they are alone. Her Major never makes conversation for the sake of it anymore, never did much to begin with, but if he ever were to, he’d not start off with a name or a person. He’d start off talking about landscapes; all his relayed memories started that way. The color of the river, how much snow on the mountain, cedar pollen in Texas. “Sansheaz? San-, yes?” she supplies in answer to his query.

“Sanchez.”

“Yes, yes that’s right. Sanchez. Pretty name, rolls it off her tongue so fast it’s a skill in itself. Pretty woman. Lieutenant, too. What about her?” he does not make conversation so Maureen makes up for the lack with things she knows, things they both know. He counts on her chatter. They both know that, too.

“She settling in?” he ventures. It’s been months.

“Seems to be. She’s in with Smith.”

“Ah.” he knew that, she knew he knew that.

“They seem to be getting along well enough when I’ve dropped in, to look after the bite.”

“Good.” he hopes she will go on, the swipe of his thumb along her knuckle wills it so.

Maureen does. “Keeps to herself, never offered me her name. Smith and I’ve been calling her ‘Lieutenant’. But she has been helpful with roll call. Other duties. She’s an excellent officer when she bothers.”

“Good.”

“Smith likes her.”

“Lu likes everyone.”

“Not everyone.” Maureen corrects, a sudden and harsh sobriety.

“Most everyone.”

“Most. And that doesn’t make her dumb.”

“No.” Gale concedes, “No it doesn’t. But Lu does like everyone.”

“She’s got good sense about people. I’ve always trusted her on that. Except when it came to me.” Maureen, maybe growing weary of this doleful banter begins to grow wry, sardonic, morose, “No earthly reason for her to like me and it shows a complete lapse of judgment. But most other times, she’s onto something. Sanchez seems alright.”

Gale remains frowning. “Lu knows you’d die for her. Don’t know what other likability is needed around here.”

“Projecting much?” She teased, heartsick over his unwarranted loyalty.

“Maybe.” Gale is dogged, “But I know she feels that way. About you. Why wouldn’t she.”

Maureen’s thumb plays a duel with his over her knuckles, they swipe back and forth, he allows her to crush his briefly before she draws a trembling breath, lets out an anecdote he could almost feel her holding in check, “Lu saved me from a bullet in Ravensburg.”

Gale's thumb begs her to go on. He doesn’t dare meet her eyes, throw her off track. He stares at her playful thumb instead. Slightly flattened and a little off color even now the bruises have gone. The nailbed is a sickening dip of flesh where once there was smooth pink. It took months of swelling to leave before he realized they’d torn them out. Seemed he was always learning something worse.

“They were about to-to shoot Ida.” Maureen told her tale, husky voice gone soft, “ After everything they’d done to her and the scalping and- then they were going to just put her down. I didn’t know I was rushing to stop them till Smith stopped me instead. I just couldn’t imagine it -all this. Without her. Without Ida. Couldn’t just stand there. But it was stupid. Smith knew that.”

“Apparently Lu couldn’t imagine this without you.” He pointed out after a bit.

“It would’ve been awful. Wouldn’t it? All this without her.”

“Ida?”

“The colonel, yeah.”

“Yeah.”

“I know she’s not, she’s not much right now but I-i couldn’t imagine it.”

Gale chewed his lip, knowing what she meant by much, knowing it was true in a terrible sort of way and it ate at Ida worse than any of them. The baby. Then the loss of the baby. All that followed. “You told her that?” he asked quietly.

“What?”

“You told her that?”

“Told her what?”

“What you just told me. That this wouldn’t be bearable without her.”

Maureen blinked away the grit in her eyes, squinting at the hazy white horizon with discomfort. She had said something close to it, then delivered her dead child into the world days later like an act of gory penance. “Must I?” she sounded hoarse, and it was proof of what this place had done to her, stripped her down to, taught her harshly, that she got his buried meaning on the first try. However little she liked his suggestion, she understood it.

“Might be good to say.” he observed. “Don’t think plenty of things need sayin’ in this world that get said. Still, most things folks regret, are the unsaid.”

Ida could die. They all could die. Anyone of them could just bite it and the last inane quibble over socks or the last joke over soup would be the last sentiments ever expressed.

Or there could be a decade of this endless nothingness stretching before them consisting of nothing more notable or significant than said quibbles and jokes.

It made Maureen’s chest ache, and not from the cold. She didn’t know why that grieved her, the thought of all this being so meaningless, it grieved her as much as the thought of Ida dying, both feelings startling in their pain.

“It ain’t the end of the world to admit to someone you like that you -well, that you like them.” Gale was grinning at her, soft and compassionate, a little wicked in acknowledgement of their criminal admissions of the same to each other.

“She did so enjoy cutting me down to size.” Maureen muttured, thick and bitter and confused as flight school memories came up tangy and fresh like the blood in her bitten cheek.

“Because you were full of hot air.”

“She didn’t have to enjoy it so much.”

“Just cuttin’ ya down to somethin’ she could promote to a lieutenant.” Gale retorted, and his logic held a terrible persuasion to it.

“That was -flattering.” Maureen admitted. As confused now at Ida’s vote of confidence as she had been back then. It had first felt like a bribe, then a challenge, maybe even a commendation there near the end before -all this.

“First compliment you ever got that wasn’t given by someone kissin’ your ass, huh?” Gale leaned back against the step, pale throat bare and as white as the snow, “Still haven’t recovered, have ya?” He was snickering, or as close to it as prim and proper Gale Winston Cleven ever got, and if she wasn’t so sure he liked her, Maureen might have been terribly hurt by it. Instead she feared he was right and that was aggravating, but not new. Gale was always right. It’s why she stuck by him closer than ever these days, a harbor light in the soup of not knowing anymore.

“What are you thinking?” she changes the subject, not like how she used to with saucy annoyance or a pawing hand on his thigh. She asks because she knows he does not make small talk about people in this place. “In regards to the Lieutenant.”

“I’m thinking she’d fill in a job for me.” Gale replies, contemplative and still forcing himself to recall some of that night. Or rather, to spin the wheel of memory film from that day until it is no longer dark and burning and cruel but far enough back to when it was drizzling and bumpy and noon day with a fresh batch of prisoners and one scowling at him, casting accusations of him being a spy.

“Which one?” Maureen asks, she was asking about the jobs, not which memory. Gale snipps the tape right there on the memory of that day, just like he always did, right before it got dark and comes back to her and the front step and the blizzard that is dusting green shoots of grass by the steps.

Somewhere along the way Maureen has started to stroke the hair at the nape of his neck, icy fingers twirling a comforting dance there. “Gingerale?” she calls him further to the present. Gale wonders how long he’d been gone in his mind, he’s got to be careful with that. It’s one thing for her to notice, but if he starts with her, he might start lapsing with others, and he cannot. He simply cannot. So he gathers himself, lets the nickname ricochet around his skull until its sweet tease knocks out the ghastly replay of grunts and laughs, thinks about her fingers and the way she still loves to play with his hair while she plays with his heart, the way she encourages him to breathe when she touches him, nothing like the way the others nearly strangled him.

Then he thinks about catching the fucking rat that had the craven gall to turn them all in. That had Bucky beaten like that, had Ida kept to bleed out in the fucking cooler after miscarrying, that had Gale upping his concessions to the doctor, concessions that always somehow cost Captain John Brady more than him. He thinks about finding that rat, asking if the extra smoke or blanket or empty promise of an exchange was worth betraying his friends. He thinks about that, he thinks about snapping the fucker’s neck.

“Spy Master.” he grins back at Maureen in the here and now, genuinely happy to have thought of it for Sanchez, and there is after a moment, a look of such stunned concurrence on her face, he knows she knows it is wise. And he knows she knows why.

It is evening time when he acts, and he’d have rather done this in daylight but the evening chores keep everyone occupied, away from the combine even during the snowstorm.

It offers his only opportunity for real privacy. He intended to find Sanchez in the hall or on one such chore and ask for a moment. But he doesn’t see her, instead he stalls Lu on the steps as she heads for the kitchen, “Where’s Sanchez at?” he asks her as if he commonly inquires after the fighter pilot.

“In bed.” The furrow of Lu’s brows ask all sorts of questions her rank and regulation rule book constrain her from voicing.

“She sick?”

“Happens -cyclically.” Smith provides, and if he were unable to guess at the intended meaning, the blanch in Lu’s cheek’s at the mention of the ailment tells Gale Cleven that Lieutenant Sanchez is abed menstruating.

“Right. Save me a turnip.” he teases as he continues past her, swimming upstream of the men in the hallway leaving for dinner, and working his way towards her room.

She is sat alone at its table, bent over her work which seems to be the hem of a trouser leg, spread out on the table top and being subjected to row upon row of rhythmic stitches. There is a bean sack propped behind her back, he can see it through the slats. He would think it a pillow for support if he couldn’t smell the nauseating aroma of burnt dried lentils. He imagines the damn thing is heated and feels a wave of wistful admiration for the design.

It must not be his footsteps in the quieting combine so much as his looming presence after a moments observance that has her suddenly snapping her head up in appraisal of his company. Her eyes are as hard as he remembers and her scrutiny off putting, he is glad that memory is not warped. It will serve his purpose, it will aid in her new job. He is never sure what about her he remembers or invented or blended into Smith. Not even having Lu present can undo the tangle, he has been too cautious of looking Sanchez in the face to compare the difference.

He looks now. Because she does not move, nod, or rise as befits his rank, all the motions she goes through when others are around. She seems aware of the empty combine as keenly as him and her full concentration is on staring him down. He is glad he didn’t try this sooner, to swing by and exchange urbane pleasantries with someone who must find his very existence a burr in the memory. Just as she is to him. There is nothing to account for, no friendship to patch up, no harm to be forgiven. It is senseless to reconnect as there was no true connection. Even if he feels something heated and horrid thrumming between them even now.

“Spare a minute?” he asks her, and Major Cleven’s voice comes easily to his disposal, and he is glad of it.

He does not wait for her invite, as a major he does not need it. He walks past the threshold like it’s any other day and he’s here to inquire about Lu or make sure the poor drowned girl hasn’t passed. She is still in her bunk but there is no life there despite the heartbeat. They are alone. In Gale’s mind, they are alone.

“Sir.” Sanchez gives it to him right as he pulls out a chair and helps himself to it. Near her, but not too near. Not even he could stomach that. The sight of her hands make his gut twist oddly and he panics at the thought he might shake apart from some unwarranted recollection.

Tilled earth heaping against his face. Furrows cut from her nails.

“Smith said I might find ya here.” he informs, easy, normal. “Not hungry?”

“No.” she looks like she expects something awful. Her eyes are unblinking and still harsh, even this near. Perhaps Maureen is right and she is beautiful but he wants to shudder all the same. He can spot the difference now, between Lu’s eyes and her’s.

“Good work.” he comments on the pant leg, gesturing to it.

It makes her drop her gaze for the first time, a quick glance at the needle under her thumb, the ratty row of hem she is repairing. She looks back up, incredulous almost, he thinks, and at least that guarded expression has finally shifted. He watches some resignation come over her, filtered through annoyance when her full lips tightly peel back from her teeth and she responds as if forced with a: “Cannot let your young captain do all of it.”

Brady, he realizes she means Brady. Lu and Brady, that’s all he’s seen this woman really converse with. And Maureen. As lieutenants. “No we can’t.” he agrees. “Appreciate the help.” he wonders if her time of the month makes her more volatile or just miserable, he wants to laugh at choosing his timing so poorly, not only going into the Lion’s den but doing so when they’re hungry. She does not acknowledge that Gale thanked her, she just dares him to finish this.

He does, and again, Major Cleven finds a small smile to present with his offer, “I’ve got a job for you.”

Whatever she expected, it wasn’t that, apparently. Surprise looks awfully thunderous on her but it is surprise all the same, a chink in the armor. “Sir?”

“I have a particular case of business to attend to.” he entrusts her with this, “It will take me away from other duties. I have excellent deputies, they will fill them with ease.” He lets that hang there, baiting a reply.

“Your lieutenants are perfectly able women.” it is as if she is defending them to him, he wants to smile at the slip of loyalty. She only mentions the women, she must think he is here because she is a surplus female.

“I’ve got a job that doesn't require anything but a bullshit detector.” he replies, puts it out there as if tangibly on the table between them, “Something plenty of lieutenants, male and female, haven’t got for shit.”

“Sir.” it’s the least interested question ever, she is tired of him, unimpressed and unflattered and he doesn’t even think the question would deserve a question mark if in written form. He has never been more soothed at his choice.

“Need you to vet incoming prisoners.” he spells it out, “Spycatcher.” he abbreviates. He told Maureen the whole of his ambition for her skills, but here and now he’ll ease it out to her.

Even so, it cracks the facade, if only briefly, intrigue and perhaps a flicker of want flashes in dark eyes before they squint at him in suspicion. “Have you even taken that precaution before?”

“Yes.” he defends.

“Poor job of it.”

That stings but she’s not wrong. “Yeah. Apparently.”

“So you’re passing the responsibility to someone else?”

“You would be my representative, my deputy, given my authority in the matter.” Gale watches closely and gets little in the way of feedback, “We can’t stop prisoners from coming in, obviously, but we can isolate the ones we know or suspect. Trust the others. What happened with you. We know you’re trustworthy now. And I’m offerin’ you this as it suits your talents.”

A crushing suspicion of humanity’s worst intentions was an odd talent but he considered it such. He hoped she’d not think him facetious.

“You don’t think I’m the rat?”

Gale frowned, surprise creasing his face, “No. Not for a minute. The child is out, it’s dead, it-“ so much has changed, first the miscarriage and now the punishments, it’s a whole new landscape and it’s tedious and awful and if the SS do come and take over as threatened, it will be made horrific. “-the reasons to exclude you are over. I need good men, I need good officers. I need someone to take this job. Someone else takes it and it’s you at stake, too. You want a spy bunking above you?”

Sanchez looks angry again, but it is a passive, sour sort. He braces when her lips begin to move, “If you want someone duplicitous enough to drag information from unwilling individuals -you should offer the post to your lady colonel.”

That's not the post. The post is that of prime bulshit sniffer. But this anger poses another issue and his mind flits over it anxiously. “What’ve you got against Colonel Brady?” he sighs.

“Don’t play dumb.”

“Don’t play at insubordination, Lieutenant.”

“She-“ Sanchez began with venom before suddenly reeling back her voice, her expression, everything, it was eerie in a way, “-I would never have told her.” she began again, “But she made me think she knew, and then she pulled her fucking rank, and I told her. And if you are here to learn the full of it -there. I told her about you. Because she deceived me. Offer this job to her.”

Gale stared at the pants hem, regaining his thoughts. Ida knew. He knew she did but, she’d heard it from the source and he knew she did but— “She’s a colonel. She’s my colonel. She’s got a right to know. You didn’t do nothin’ wrong.”

“Of course I did not. She tricked me.”

“You’d have lied to her?”

“About that? Yes. None of her fucking business.”

“She’s our colonel-“

“Not mine!”

“She is our superior.” that went uncontested and Gale went on having gained that victory, measured and speaking to himself as if he could somehow conduct his reasoning over to Sanchez, “She had a right to know. And no one fuckin’ blames you. Not if you told the truth. Did you? You tell her why you cut me? That you thought I was gonna join in? Was gonna dishonor you?”

Sanchez was at war with herself, and in that terrible conflict she seemed half in want of an ally in Gale, and yet- “You think she believes me? If I were to tell her I thought you were capable of that? You? Who she knows and loves and praises? Jesus Christ in a fucking flight suit? You think she’d take a strangers’ excuse over her knowledge of your character? She wanted a reason to distrust me and she found it.”

Gale thought he saw guilt, well masked by fury but there all the same. Sanchez, he surmised, was sorry now she knew him. Sorry like she hadn’t been when they were being ground into the dirt, sorry like she wasn’t when he was lying on Benny’s thigh in the truck bed after, sorry like she wasn’t when he handed her the penicillin.

“Ida wasn’t mad at you for cuttin’ me.” he knew it, like he knew his own thoughts on it, he was so sure of Ida, “She was mad you didn’t say you knew me. That you knew of me before this place.”

“It’s not her’s to know.” Her voice had gone soft, defensive but burnt out.

“She’s a colonel.” Gale disagreed even as his own pride smarted horribly at the thought of being so known by someone so -Ida. He knew Ida also blamed him for not saying. “And she’s a good one to have on your side.”

Something else seemed to be on her mind, her eyes left his face to contemplate the bunk opposite. “You think your men will like having a brown woman vet them?”

“I don’t give a shit. I’m givin’ the job to the most capable…man…I can find.”

“They’ll hate it.”

Gale’s lips twitched. “You tellin’ me you’d mind that? Gonna ruin some social scene ya got goin’ here?”

Her breath came out harsh and he suspected if she were like Ida or Kendeigh, that would have been a laugh. It seemed to take her by surprise as much as him. “You’d -you would back me.” she pinned him with her gaze, hesitancy only in her words.

“Always. You’d be my deputy, Lieutenant.” she actually nodded when he said that, like she was considering, accepting maybe, he wasn’t sure. He knew she’d like the job. She had to be going nuts in here with only pant legs to hem. “It’s a critical job. And you could sit down for it.” he added right as he decided to stand up; her face looked briefly stunned.

Seemed like a good place to end this, on a high note, even if the high was a tiny ant hill: all in comparison to the morass they were in when he first entered this room.

“Yeah?” He asked her to accept.

“Sir.” she nodded.

“Thank you, for taking the job, Lieutenant.” Gale thumped the table once in adieu, she was still staring him down.

He’d made it back to the door when he heard her, “I really thought you -were.” the last word held such meaning in her tone he knew exactly what she meant, she was remembering too, she was recalling how she’ had sliced him open, furious as a wild cat. She had really thought he was capable of the worst. “Why would you think I’m a good judge.”

Gale stalled, hand grasping the wooden doorframe and looked back at her over his shoulder, Major Cleven managed to give the troops a grin, “Didn't say I needed a good one, just a suspicious one.”

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Obreyn Martel*Duty

Pairing: Obreyn x f!reader

Kinktober Day twenty-eight: mutual masturbation with Oberyn Martell – you always heard that the dornish were more sex positive than most, but you hadn’t expected Oberyn Martell of all people to show you just how good it could feel

Word count: 1550

Warnings: arranged marriage, innocent reader, making out, neck kisses, mutual masturbation, talks of sex, praise, one bite, smut 18+

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You knew that the Dornish would have different customs and secretly you were excited to explore them when you realised being a woman was not seen as a punishment there. However, what you hadn’t expected was how welcoming and how open they were. The kisses left on your knuckles had been a kind gesture, but you would flush at the casualty of skin at court.

You supposed it was just due to the heat and your own dresses soon became thinner as you waited for your wedding night. While your family worried for their alliance you worried for your husband. You’d heard many rumours about Oberyn Martell, that he was as smart as a whip and deadly as snakes. The Dornish handmaidens had told you he was kind, but the anxiety lingered till you finally met him. He was gorgeous and sweet words slipped off his tongue effortlessly. When he would escort you through the gardens his hand would rest on your waist, and you wondered what the glint was behind his eye. Then the wedding night came. The day had been beautiful. The tables were lined with spiced cakes and deep red wines. The music echoed in your mind still as you recalled how the dornish danced like free spirits. Obryen had been kind, whispering in your ear who was who and making sure to introduce you to all his friends. It could not had been more perfect. That did not stop your nerves however when you remembered the bedding. You were relieved to find out they did not believe in the bedding ceremony however your ladies’ words of encouragement struck fear in you. “It wont last long,” “Just close your eyes and dream of something else,” “It will hurt but you cannot let him know,” Shudders ran down your spine as your ladies finished undressing you. you were left in a thin shift however when your ladies left you soon wrapped a robe Oberyn had gifted you around yourself and sat on the bed.

“Wife,” Oberyn’s voice snapped you from your thoughts. You smiled at him as he crossed the room. His hands cupped your cheeks softly as he brought his lips down onto yours. they tasted like sweet wines and moved like water against yours. When he pulled back your lips chased him, and he chuckled as your face flush. “Oh, sweet wife,” he mumbled, his thumb stroking your cheek before he stood. “I will only be a moment,” he said as he began to take off his jewllery, setting them to the side. You nodded, internally bracing yourself as you took off the robe. You sat it down gently beside the bed before slipping beneath the sheets, laying down waiting as your ladies had instructed you. when Oberyn turned around, now in just a thin undershirt and his trousers, he smiled, “Are you tired my sweet? I suppose the day has been long,” “No,” you said quietly, your cheeks burning as he moved to sit on the bed beside you. you leaned up slightly, eyebrows creasing in confusion, “Arent you supposed to well,” you began to stutter out as he sat above the sheets beside you, gazing down at you in confusion. A wash of relisation covered his face, “Ah yes, forgive me,” he chuckled making your skin grow hot, “I didn’t think you would wish to do that so soon,” obryen moved to lay beside you, still on top of the sheets as you grew more confused. “I thought we had to,” you said, “It is my duty is it not?” Obryen smiled softly, brushing the hair from your face sending shivers down your spine, “I suppose some may call it that though I confess in time I hope you do not view it as such. What else did your ladies tell you about it?” he asked. You paused for a moment before turning to lay on your side facing him, “They said that it hurts but it doesn’t last very long. is that true?” you asked, growing frustrated at the way he laughed.

“It doesn’t have to hurt no,” he said, smiling, “Their husbands are just impatient. Sex is,” he said, noticing how your eyes fell in embarrassment as he spoke, “a beautiful thing. Its something to be enjoyed, by both parties,” he said, his hand slowly moving up your arm, “There is no reason you should not enjoy it,” His hand moved to cup your cheek while his eyes gazed into yours in a way that made your mouth grow dry. A few moments passed before he whispered, “May I kiss you?” he asked. You nodded yes and his face dipped down to meet yours. It was soft and tender, but you could not help feeling a growing excitement in your stomach. “Have you ever done anything like this?” he asked, his nose brushing against yours as you shook your head no. “Have you ever touched yourself?” “I-uh- “you stuttered before finally answering, “Yes,” you whispered, skin flushing hot. “Good,” he mumbled against your lips, “Do it now,” “What?” you began to question only for him to cut you off. “Trust me my sweet. I want you to feel good,” he mumbled, pulling you in for another sweet kiss, “Let me show you how good your duty can feel,” he whispered making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. “Okay,” you mumbled back, your lips brushing against his as you leaned up to capture his lips this time. your hand slipped beneath the sheets, slowly moving towards your wettening cunt as Oberyn’s lips began to move. He kissed your check before trailing his kisses along your jaw. You whimpered when he began to suck soft spots under the corner of your jaw meanwhile your fingers ran up your slit. “Are you doing it?” he mumbled against your skin. Pressing up further, your finger slowly moved up till it was rubbing soft circles against your clit, “Yes,” you breathed out, glancing down to notice the bulge straining against his trousers. “Are you going to…?” you asked, voice trailing off as your eyes flickered back to his face. Oberyn chuckled, seemingly understanding your words, “How could I not be tempted by such a pretty sight?” he asked, his lips moving to kiss a line down your throat as his own hand slipped beneath his trousers. Your fingers sped up, rubbing fasted circles into your clit as your thighs clenched together. with his free hand Oberyn pushed the hair off your neck, allowing his lips to move down to the crook of your neck, sucking on the soft skin lightly making small moans leave your mouth.

Seeing him stroking himself at the sight of you gave you a small boost of confident as you moved your hand to slowly press two fingers in, curling them preciously as Oberyn moved his kisses to your collarbones. Your free hand moved up till your fingers were circling your perked nipple over your shift, catching your husband’s attention. “May I?” he asked, slowly moving the sheets down. You nodded, your eyes locked with his as he pulled the sheets down, “Such a pretty little thing,” he praised, his hand running lightly over your clothed breasts before suddenly squeezing one making you gasp. “Please,” you whined, your back arching slightly as your body craved his touch. Oberyn’s eyes locked with yours as he slowly pushed your shift down past your shoulders, exposing your nipples to him. His hot breath fanned over the sensitive buds before he suddenly took one into his mouth. You moaned as he began to suck the sensitive bud, his tongue flicking over it as his hand sped up beneath his trousers. You felt your fingers speed up, a warm feeling growing in your stomach as you began to approach your peak.

It didn’t take long for your stomach to tighten, your toes curling as you felt your body tense. Oberyn had clearly felt it too as he mumbled curse words against your skin, and you felt him speed up his pumps till you wondered if his hand would fall off. Moans left your lips as you felt yourself tumble over the edge of your peak, moaning his name lightly. Oberyn buried his head into your chest, his breathing becoming heavy as he chased his own release. “Fuck,” he gasped, his teeth briefly sinking into your skin before pulling away as he swore one last time as his body stiffened. Gasping, he rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, “I’m sorry my love I don’t know- “ “Its okay,” you assured him, your hand moving to hold his arm gently. Oberyn smiled at you, leaning over to press a kiss on your cheek before he quickly got up to change into fresh sleep trousers. When he came back to the bed he slipped beneath the sheets, pulling you into his chest which you gladly accepted, “I know it was not the wedding night you imagined,” he said, trailing circles on your hip with his thumb. “It was better my love,” you said, noticing Oberyn’s wide grin at how you copied his words, “As long as in time you give me a proper wedding night,” you joked. “Oh, I can promise you I will,”

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[hw4-l1z]

Can you a Mingi x male reader, like reader punishing Mingi for acting like a whore during Coachella stage, etc. etc. making Mingi cry and make Mingi beg for reader's cock, also reader calls Mingi princess with some fluffy aftercare.

Oh this was a scrumptious idea thank you anonnie 🤗

Sub!mingi x dom!m!reader

Warnings: slight feminisation- reader calling mingi princess (cause he is one)// slight breeding kink // unprotected sex// dacryphilia// begging// degradation (mingi gets called a whore)// mingi calls reader sir// mingi is slightly intoxicated// oral// hair pulling // reader is quite rough

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A slightly drunk mingi comes stumbling into both your shared hotel room after having a few drinks after their cochella stage performance. Getting off the bed you walk over to him, "did your enjoy your performance?" You say as your hands sneaks round to his lower back, pulling his body against yours, he nods his head smiling up at you with a drunken smile. "Yeah, did you enjoy whoring yourself out to the crowd? You know how I get over other people seeing you act like a slut on stage darling" his smile fades as he blinks up at you, a slight worried look appears on his face. "I'm sorry...I just...I got carried away sir" he murmurs, "not good enough baby, think you need to be taught a lesson hmm?" You smirk as you lean down, pressing your lips against his roughly.

His hands fly up and around your neck, pulling you closer as he whimpers into your mouth. You pull away and command him to strip before you sit at the edge of the bed and pull him onto your lap. "Remember, use the safe word if you need to okay?", He nods his head again, deep down in his gut he feels a tingle of excitement from his awaited punishment, wondering what you'll do to him. Your hands slide down to settle on his butt before rasing your right hand and striking him with a harsh slap on the ass. A yelp escapes his lips at the instant sting that spreads through his cheek, "count." You deep voice rings through his ears as he begins to count each harsh slap to his ass "One" SMACK "t-two" SMACK SMACK "ah-three, four" SMACK "five". A few slaps later he's gripping you tightly, begging you to stop and to fuck him, telling you how sorry he is and how he just wants to feel your cock stretch him open. Tears begin to fall from his eyes as he begs and pleades, finally you stop spanking him once you've reached 20 you pull him off your lap so he's now standing in front of you.

"Show me how much you want my cock" you say cocking a brow up at him. He then drops down to his knees and moves himself between your legs "can I sir?" He motions to your clothed dick, nodding your head for him to go ahead he then begins to rid you off your trousers and underwear. Your hard dick spring out in front of him as he looks you in the eyes, reaching a hand up and licking at your tip. His plump lips wrap perfectly around your head as he takes you in further until he gags a little and pulls back up. He bobs his head up and down, hollowing his cheeks as he pumps the rest of you, gripping his hair tightly you move his head faster groaning out at the feeling of his warm mouth. He pulls off you as he strokes your cock, looking into your eyes and begins to pout. "Please can you fuck me, want you inside me so bad, wanna feel you deep...wanna feel you cum inside me sir" he pleades giving the prettiest puppy eyes you've ever seen. You rid yourself of the rest of your clothing, lifting him off the floor and hauling him onto the bed "turn around, stick your ass up towards me" you say sternly. He immediately obeys your commands, presenting his perfect round butt for you and his hole practically begging for your cock. "Good boy, being so good for me, want me to fuck you now princess?" You rasp out, earning a desperate little whine from the blonde, "Ye-yes...please want you to fuck me so bad" pushing his hips back into you. You grab some lube before lathering it up onto your cock and spreading the remaining lube on your fingers over his hole feeling as he clenches over your sudden touch. You line up your tip with his entrance and begin to slowly push inside of him, his back arches allowing you and easier slip as you finally bottom out inside him. You keep still until he feels ready for you to move, finally getting his signal to move once he begins rocking back and forward on your cock slowly.

You start at a slow pace not wanting to hurt him even if he's being punished. "Y/N, please faster please...want you to be rough" he whines rocking his ass into your front harder, you grip his waist tightly with your hands as you begin moving yourself in and out faster. Mingi begins to release pretty little moans, still begging you to go harder before you begin to pound into him hard. Leaning forward you grip his hair, pulling his head up from the pillows as he moans out louder. Lucky for you the hotel walls are soundproof so no poor neighbours will be having to hear his slutty little moans and screams of your name. His back arches more, his legs spreading wider as you place your hands on the bed next to his hips and fuck into him as hard as you could. Sweat begins to drip down your face but it doesn't stop you from letting your boy get the fucking of a lifetime. Your hand threads back through his hair again, yanking it back up as your other hand pushes down on the arch of his back allowing your to hit deeper spots inside of him. A pleasured scream rips through his throat followed by gorgeous loud moans as his body begins to tremble slightly. "Y/N...I'm gonna cum...please can I cum?" He whimpers out, his cock twitching ready to bust "go ahead princess you've been so good for me" you groan out feeling your release rapidly approaching.

You thrust a few more time into him before his legs shake and he finally comes undone with a broken cry. Tears streaming down his face as the intensity of his orgasm becomes too much for him to handle. "Fuck sir please cum...want you to fill me please" he begs once he feels your cock twitching inside him. One sharp thrust and you're cumming deep inside of him with a growl, grinding your cock into him to ride out your high your collapse on-top of him with a sigh.

Once you've finally regained your breath you pull out of him watching as your cum begins to leak out of him. You quickly grab some tissues at the bedside table and catch it before it hits the bed. Once he's pushed most of your cum out you collect the tissues and throw them away in the bin then making your way to the bathroom to search for a cloth. You return back to the bed with a warm wet cloth after cleaning yourself up, gently helping mingi onto his back and softly dabbing the cloth onto his skin, cleaning of the sweat, tears and cum from his body. "You okay princess, you got any pains anywhere" you say softly, your whole demeanor changing from hard dom to soft caring boyfriend. He nods his with a dazed little smile "no pain, I'm okay" you nod your head at him and plant a soft kiss to his forehead. "We can take a shower together in the morning before we leave...but for now" you trail off as you put aside the cloth and lay down next to mingi, pulling him into your arms gently and stroking his back gently. "Get some sleep princess we're up early tomorrow" you whisper stroking his hair as he relaxes in your hold before eventually drifting off to sleep.

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[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine King catching feelings for you

Kaido: ah, there he is, King this is the new navigator for the main ship

King: [eyes you in disinterest] I see

You: hello, I look forward to working with you.

King: I'm sure you do.

You: [ignores his rude comment]

Kaido: would you show them around the ship for me?

King: I suppose

You: [opens the door and gestures to it] Lead the way handsome.

King: [looks at you in surprise]

During a dinner

King: [sees you're not touching your sashimi plate]

You: [notices him looking] Do you like sashimi?

King: ... Yes

You: I'm a tad full at the moment to eat mine, could I get your help with it?

King: [wastes no time taking the platter from you] I take it you don't like sashimi?

You: it's not that, I'm just not in the mood for it.

King: [can't tell if you're lying] Good, because I don't know if I can work with someone who doesn't like sashimi.

You: but it would mean more for you.

King: [pauses because he didn't think of it that way before] ... So you're going to give me all your sashimi from now on?

You: [smiles at him] Maybe, if you've been a good boy.

King: [feels unfamiliar emotions stir within him]

After that dinner

You: [goes to King's rooms] King?... King, Kaido wanted me to deliver this course log to you to review for tomorrow... Huh, I'll just leave it on his desk with a note.

King: [exits the shower with just a towel and sees you kneeling on his desk chair and scribbling something down]

You: [turns around to see him trying to duck into another room] King? Is that you?

King: [freezes, knowing he's been seen]

You: wow, I've never seen you without your mask, [realizes this is a breach of his privacy, so you should your eyes] Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to look, I promise I won't say anything to anyone.

King: [grabs his sword and stands over you]

You: [looks up when you hear the blade slide out of the sheath]

King: [feels dread and guilt fill his chest when he sees the look of terror in your eyes]

You: why?

King: I can't let you leave now that you know what I am, the government can't know that I'm still alive. I won't ever go back to being someone else's lab rat.

You: I understand. [Lowers your head in acceptance]

King: [can't bring himself to kill you, so he throws it down] damn it all, get out of my chair.

You: [scrabbles out, and silently watches him sit down and make a call using his den den mushi]

King: Kaido, the new navigator knows

Kaido: ehh? I just got them, do you know how hard it is to find a decent navigator and you're telling me you already killed the brand-new one!

King: I haven't killed them.

Kaido: They escaped you, are they at least wounded?

King: [gets comfortable in his chair] No, they're standing right before me.

You: [had a perfect view of his thighs and the v of his hips peaking out of the towel, and now you can see up his towel, so you look away]

Kaido: what's the hold-up?

King: [sees you looking away, so he leans forward, takes your jaw in his hand, and makes you look at him] We can't afford to lose our only navigator while out at sea. I want to keep them by my side in the meantime.

Kaido: [can tell he's not hearing the full truth] ... As long as it doesn't interfere with their duties, you can do whatever you want with them.

King: thank you

Kaido: now good night [hangs up]

King: [puts down the receiver, and runs his thumb over your lips] ... If you try to leave my sight, I will kill you without hesitation. You will stay by my side, and do everything I say. I do not tolerate disobedience, do you understand me? [Gently shakes you to get his point across]

You: [feels tears well up in your eyes]

King: [feels guilty] I'll have servants bring your things, you'll sleep here, with me, from now on... I'm not doing this to punish you, I'm doing this for my own safety, and because I don't want to kill you.

You: [sniffles] I understand

King: [can hear your distress in your voice and it makes him feel sick] Through that door is the bathroom, go bathe while I make a few calls.

You: [slinks into the other room]

King: [calls the kitchens to deliver your favorite desserts, and calls the servant quarters to have them bring your stuff to his quarters]

After your shower

You: [exits the bathroom wearing a clean kimono]

King: [lounging on the couch, in front of a rather impressive spread of sweets] Your things have been moved into your new room.

You: I'm getting a room all to myself?

King: no, you'll be sleeping with me, I need to know where you are at all times

You: we'll be sharing a bed?!

King: yes, now please help yourself to these sweets, I did order them for you.

You: you did, why? [Goes directly for your favorite dessert]

King: You were distressed, and this was the only way I could think of to help you feel better... Your distress is understandable, I know this isn't ideal for you, being practically chained to my side... And while I can't let you go, I just wanted you to know that... I don't want you to worry or be afraid of me, because I'm not going to hurt you. I can't risk going back to what I was before Kaido, I won't go back to it.

You: ... You mentioned the government earlier, I take it you were held captive by them.

King: yes, it's why I wear the mask.

You: [can see him practically squirming in his seat] Really? And here I was thinking you wore it because it was a fetish.

King: well it is, but it's not the sole reason I wear it.

You: Sasaki owes me 800 Berry then.

King: you people were betting on me?

You: to be fair we bet on everything, there's not a lot to do on a boat in the middle of the ocean.

King: [sighs dramatically] That's true, but back to the topic at hand, I usually kill people for finding out what I am.

You: but not me, what makes me so special?

King: I don't know.

You: [ruminates for a moment] How did seeing me distressed make you feel?

King: uncomfortable, guilty, I dunno? I just didn't like it.

You: hmm I see, so you don't want to kill me, seeing me upset disturbs you, and you have anxiety if I am out of your sight.

King: believe whatever you want about my reasoning, it changes nothing.

You: ... One final question

King: [rolls his eyes, and crosses his arms] Fine, final question.

You: when you were on the call with Kaido, why did you make me look at you?

King: I didn't like that you were looking away.

You: I see.

King: ... Why did you look away?

You: I could see up your towel.

King: How much did you see?

You: some of your balls, and most of your shaft.

King: [feels arousal and embarrassment well up in him] Are you finished with your food?

You: I believe so.

King: come, I'll show you the bedroom.

You: [follows him and takes it in] Why are there no lights?

King: because it's time for bed [gets settled in bed when he notices you haven't moved] are you coming or are you sleeping on the floor?

You: that bed doesn't look like it'll fit both of us?

King: [rolls his eyes, grabs your arm, and pulls you into the bed up on his chest.] It's just fine, relax and go to sleep, I won't do anything.

You: [rests your weight on him and struggles to get comfortable]

King: [agitated because you're so close to him and he's experiencing new emotions he didn't know he had] Would you stop fidgetingñ

You: I'm trying to get comfortable and avoid kicking you in your dick!

King: [realizes how aroused he is by having you so close] tsk, do it quickly.

The next morning

King:[wakes up empty-handed, panics, and looks around until he sees you]

You: [asleep on his wing, face nuzzled into his down feathers, and has handfuls of his flight feathers.]

King: [mental cogs slide into place and he realizes he's in love with you] Oh fuck [sits up]

You:[awakens with a shriek when the surface below is yanked out from under you]

King: [sits up on the side of the bed with his hands covering his face]

You: [pushes your upper half up onto your palms as you twist to look over at him] What's going on?

King: [ looks over to see you half asleep, messy-haired, and your kimono had loosened in your sleep and was now only closed over your lap and under the obi belt, giving him an eyeful of your shoulders, the center of your chest, and from mid-thigh down]

You: it's like five in the morning, what's going on? [Reaches out and pulls on his feathers]

King: nothing, go back to sleep.

You: [doesn't need to be told twice, and plops back down and wiggles back into a comfortable position]

Bout a week later

King: [has so much pent-up tension he's basically a walking time bomb that everyone avoids]

Kaido: what have you been doing to him to make him so cranky?

You: I have absolutely no clue.

Kaido: well you better do something about it before he snaps and burns down my ship.

You: [ goes to King's room to find him tensed up and hunched over his desk] Kaido wants me to do something.

King: what now?

You: he wants me to fix whatever I've been doing to make you so cranky.

King: [scoffs] You haven't done anything.

You: [climbs into his lap, straddles his thighs, and cups his cheeks] And that might be what I'm doing wrong.

King: [relaxes at the softness in your voice, but pulls your hands away from his mask] This is my problem to deal with.

You: can I please help, I'll do anything.

King: anything?

You: [nods] anything

King: [wraps his hands around your hips, and pushes you down so you're seated on his lap]

You: [feels the heat rolling off the erection trapped in his pants] Oh my

King: [guides your body to gently rock against him] You said you'd do anything, and it's your fault it's like this. Don't you think you should take responsibility?

You: [huffs, but puts your back into grinding down on him] It's been days since I moved in, why didn't you tell me sooner?

King: I was already keeping you captive, [Grunts and starts to pant as he tilts his hips up to get more friction] It felt like I would've been pressuring you into something non-consensual.

You: I see [slows your movements to a halt]

King: [huffs and bucks his hips in frustration, pulling on your hips to get you to move again] Don't fucking stop, please.

You: [goes slow] Tell me, is this just lust?

King: [desperate] It can be anything you want it to be, please I just want you.

You: is this all you want? My body?

King: I'll take whatever you give me, but I'll always want more. I'm so fucking greedy for you. I want it all, I want the sashimi you don't like. I want fun evenings out, and restless nights in with you, only to be followed by quiet passionate mornings with you. I want you to look at only me, smile at only me, to fuck only me. I'll take whatever you give, just please give me this, [Presses his thumbs into the softness on your belly] even if it's only this once.

You: you're in love with me?

King: [slumps pathetically into his chair in defeat, and looks at the ceiling] Fuck ... Yes, I am. I am in love with you, and spending every night with you pressed against me has made me insatiable.

You: [giggles]

King: [flips you off]

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