#No emphasis on my hips or thighs? Check

[gin-juice-tonic]

After struggling for over a decade to find jeans like the ones I was comfortable with in middle school I have finally found that men's relaxed fit jeans were all i wanted

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Reminder; Don't Forget

(Scrap)

❥Park Seonghwa x fem reader

➯a/n: i want park seonghwa to be mean to me while wearing a tank top, that is all ➯a/n: i'm going to start posting drafts that haven't been touched in over a month so they don't just collect dust, enjoy ya filthy animals

✃ "You need a reminder of who's good girl you are."

✫彡wordcount: 2.7k

(>ᴗ•)♡´･ᴗ･`♡genre: YANDERE SMUT (hinted mafia/crime au)

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: THIS IS A DARK FICTION. EMPHASIS ON DARK FICTION. i do no condone pretty much anything seonghwa does in this fanfic. this is very dark, the darkest i've gone so if you are uncomfortable with that check out something else. we have here: dark/yandere/savior complex hwa, degrading, unsafe physical restraint, choking, destruction of personal property, shaming, dubcon, extremely possessive behavior, some ddlg themes, slapping, praise, yelling, captivity, crying, knifes thrown at reader as a punishment(none hit!!), threats of violence, manipulation, mind break, hair pulling, mention of edging, face humping, throat fucking, messy bj, not proof read

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

"Did you forget your place, hm? It certainly seems like it, acting like a slut when you're mine!" His grip on your neck tightens, a chuckle leaving his furled lips as you grab at his tank top desperately trying to force out apologies through the pressure he puts on your wind pipes. "What, you can't even say that you're sorry? Another's man's number in your phone and you can't tell me you're sorry?"

Oh he's evil, he loves to see you squirm. And squirm you do: pushing against his heavy weight on your hips and clawing at his arm as your lungs beg for air.

He lets go, arms crossing his chest as he leans back nonchalantly, every bit of his weight in your lap as you heave. "Hwa-seong...Hwa, I'm s-sorry! I thought, thought, it'd be okay hes just a f-friend-"

   "You thought," he laughs cruelly, "are you even capable of that? Dumb little girl," he slaps your jaw, lightly, but it still makes you face the wall with a look of defeat.

"I think for you, is that clear?" You nod, tear stained cheeks gleaming in the light.

"Hey, am I clear?" he shouts this time, making you jump.

    "Yes! Yes, Hwa, clear..."

   "There's my good girl—" He brushes back your hair, cooing as you lean away, "you're the prettiest girl I ever laid my eyes on, and you think men don't see that? You think they're blind? Or are you really just that naiive, pretty baby?" His cool finger tips trail down to the blooming bruise on your neck, pressing softly to make you whine. "Give me your phone."

   He's up and off your body in a second flat, letting you catch your breath as you slowly manage to pull yourself to your knees. He doesn't press you to hurry or yell, he doesn't do anything but sit back in the bean bag chair he gifted you for previously good behavior and watch you like a hawk. His legs spread and hands on his knees, resisting the urge to snatch you up. When you turn and see him on the other side of the room, you simply outstretch your arm with the old prepaid phone he provided you with a few weeks ago. "Bring it here," he commands lowly, eyes tracking your every move as you slowly move towards him on your knees- having no energy to stand.

He spreads his legs further, a silent instruction. You slot yourself between them and hold the phone to him tentative, shoulders relaxing as he takes it. "Thank you, beautiful. See, isn't it easy when you listen to me?" He unlocked the phone quickly, eyes flicking to you darkly when you go to take it back. "Got something to hide?" You shake your head, looking down as he takes your hands and places them on each of his thighs. "Don't move."

So you don't, simply breathing deeply to replenish your abused lungs while he combs through your phone with a fine toothed comb. You know you haven't done anything truly wrong, but it seems like he has different definitions to you.

"Good girl..." He whispers to himself as he sees the message of you shooting down the idea your friend tried to corrupt you with, to go out without him. "Stupid, but good..." He continues as he reads through every message with the phone number of the man. He monitors everything you do, it was only a matter of time before he got around to checking all of the numbers in your phone and their owners.

"Aw, you really are just naiive, huh? My poor little angel. Cant even tell when someone's trying to take you away from me-" He tuts his tongue, setting the phone down on the floor. When you go to pick it up, he kicks your hand away. "Sorry, Baby, you can't be trusted with big girl stuff yet. Gotta learn first." He smashes the device beneath his booted heel, a squeal passing through your lips at the loud metallic crunch.

"Hwa!" A pouty whine comes before you can stop it, tears welling up in your eyes all over again. When he cocks his eyebrow up, you cower between his legs, stuttering quietly. "Sorry, m'sorry..." He swipes the destroyed phone to the side with his boot before tapping your hip with it. You shuffle quickly, untying his shoes with a shaky breath.

"I know you get bored baby, but I can't have others corrupting your mind. I'll get you some new books, maybe even a TV for in here if you're extra good." You whisper a soft thank you, and a promise you will be as you set his shoes off to the side neatly.

"Look up at me, Doll. C'mon don't be angry," you look up at him as softly as you can, a groan of affection bubbling past his throat, "there's my pretty little thing." You rub your fingers on his jean-clad legs in an attempt to ground yourself as he looks down at you like a predator that's spotted it's next meal.

"Aren't you so happy you have me to take care of you? Who knows what others would do to that pretty face of yours— not to mention that pretty cunt."

A heat immediately finds it way to your face, and he laughs deeply. "Oh, please, don't be coy. You know as well as I do that if I didn't take you out of there that that little hole would be ruined in an hour. I saved you."

You hide your face in his lap, mind racing. It's true that he's more gently than other people you've had the dis-pleasure of encountering in his line of work. But that doesn't make him any less over bearing and obsessive. His possessiveness bordering on ownership. Sometimes you're truly thankful he scooped you up before anyone else could touch you- other times you curse him for it.

He rubs the back of your head gently, leaning up in the slouching chair, like he can sense your thoughts. "You aren't going anywhere, Baby. You're mine- until the day you die and even after that. Even God himself couldn't pry you away from me. You are mine. Do you understand that?" You nod into his lap, a quiet 'yes,hwa' muffled by his jeans. "Such a sweet thing," he whispers before gripping your hair and pulling you up, earning a gasp.

That glint in his eyes- "Hwa, wait, wait—" he did no such thing, standing up with his clothed crotch in your face, pulling your hands up to his belt.

"You need a reminder of who's good girl you are-"

"No-"

"No?!" He laughed in disbelief, nails digging into your scalp as he makes you look up at him, the stretch of your neck uncomfortable as he cranes it up. There's a sharp hunger in his eyes, "you're so cute -so, so, so, cute when you're defiant... but I'm not in the fucking mood. Get your ass up," he tugs you up by your hair, ignoring the sharp yelps that tremble past your lips.

     "Ple-ase don't take me downstairs! I'll be good, I'll be good!"

    "It's okay baby, we aren't going downstairs," he positions you back to the wall and backs up, pushing you back when you try to follow and apologize. "I'm too tired." The glimmer of hope is stomped out as he unlocked his side of the nightstand. "You can take your punishment here."

   "Hwa... I'm real sor-" A skinny throwing knife that thuds into the wall next to your head shuts you up quick, a squeal replacing your pleas.

   "Been looking after you so much, I'm rusty-" He throws another with a groan, hiding his smirk as you jump, "stay still baby, I'm out of practice." You can't help but duck as it thunks into the wall just above your head.

     "Stand up straight!" His booming voice shakes you to your core, and you stand as straight as you can manage with the knot forming in your gut. You grip the wall with your finger tips, looking down at your feet so you don't see the sharp objects coming. You've found that it's less fearful that way.

Knife after knife is thrown, each dull thump making you twitch as they're buried into the drywall in the outline of your body.

When they finally stall, his sock clad feet come into view, his curved knuckle lifting your chin. The flame in his eyes has faded to a simmer, an almost fond one. "Are you done being a brat? Or should I let my hand slip next time I need target practice?"

   "I'm done..." you speak with a gulp, body still frozen against the wall lest you move and graze against the blades.

He seems to sense your thoughts once again, cooing softly as he notices your tense shoulders. "C'mon, sweet girl," he carefully pulls you straight out from the wall and twirls you around.

He wraps his arms around under yours and grips your shoulders, holding you close to his chest and resting his chin on your head. "Your life in my hands... Such a delicate thing you are." You eyes trail over the outline of your body, traced with throwing daggers. "If you just behaved, I wouldn't have to scare you. It's the best way for you to learn, my love. That fear you feel when we go downstairs, when I have you pinned up- that's the fear you would feel every waking moment without me. Just be a good girl, and let me protect you..."

"...Okay, I'm sorry, Hwa... I don't know why I act out," You don't know if you're telling the truth anymore. It is even acting out? You sometimes think you have a right to.

Maybe— "Maybe you like it when I'm mean to you."

You don't know what you would have thought, but that wasn't it. You think he likes being mean to you. He always finds a reason to punish you: whether it be with bone chilling fear or being pushed to your sexual edge and then repeatedly denied.

    Some days, he's softer with the sexual aspect of his obsession with you.

He turns you back around and shoves you to his knees, right back into his clothed bulge where you started. "I want to claim you, I'm going to claim you. Every part. Take it off now before I decide to skull fuck you." Your breath hitches in your throat, lip trembling at his threat, knowing full well he will follow through.

Today is not one of those days, you realize.

You hands quickly find their way to his belt, unbuckling the golden buckle and letting it dangle, the button undone next and the zipper followed. He didn't bother to kick his jeans off, or even pull them down. Only his cock out, twitching to life infront of you inpatiently. "You belong to me, I'm gonna get that through your thick skull" -he flicks your head- "even if I have to use my cock."

He rubs against your cheek, sighing out in pleasure at the feeling of your hot embarrassed face. "Say my name," he whispers deeply, eyes swirling with an unreadable mix of emotions.

"Seonghwa," you pant out shyly, eyes closed as you feel him rutting against your face, his pre cum smearing on your cheek bone. His grip is continually becoming softer, loving as he lewdly humps your head. Your hands find purchase on his sock clad feet, helping you lift up your body into him. "Seonghwa," it comes out as a moan, and a thick groan comes from him in response.

He steps back just an inch, looking down at your tear stained face, his fresh pre-cum glimmering on the side of your face.

His full lips curve into a smile, his previously angry facade fading as quick as it came when he busted in the door earlier, while he lifts you to the bed and lets your head hang.

He's even beautiful when viewed upside down-

    "You make it hard to ever leave your side, pretty girl. I could spend the rest of my life buried in any of your gorgeous holes, I love you so much."

"I love you, Hwa. I-" Your breath catches in your throat as the words tear through your throat. "I do want you to claim me, I want to know I'm yours." One of your hands seems to sprout a mind of its own, wrapping around the base of his thick and smooth girth. "Let me take care of you, and you take care of me."

A groan dies on his lips, shuddering as you slowly stroke him, the words you speak shooting through his heart and down to his balls. "Let me be your good girl. Please, I know I can!"

The fear he instilled in you just moments ago festered into a need to please, to solidify your place by his side so he would never leave. He never would dream of it- leaving you. You are his heart and soul personified. You hold his entire being in your hands, and you have no idea.

"Yeah? Gonna be my good girl again? Make it up to me?" His heart flutters as you nod enthusiastically, your mouth opening wide for him and tongue lolling out."Fuck, that's a good girl," he spreads his legs around your dangling head, slim fingers gathering yours to your chest and holding them ever so softly as he slips right down your throat.

The hot, velvety skin encasing him makes him moan loudly, squeezing your hands to ground himself and keep himself from fucking your skull like his life depends on it. But, oh, how he wants to—

"Good fucking girl, that's it, just like I taught you," you gulp around his overwhelming length, eyes closing as you focus on breathing through your nose, the smell of his body wash somehow soothing to your fried nervous system.

   He holds himself back as long as he can, thrusting in your throat slowly and basking in the warmth of it. But as your saliva builds, nowhere to go, and the wet and lewd squelch of your throat grows louder, he can no longer do that. He intertwines his fingers with yours and lets you squeeze tightly, a soft growl letting you know his arousal is at a peak before he loses all control-

   His hips draw back and slam into you, the head of his cock poking at the very depth of your throat and making you gag, and the noise just stirs him on, going again and again and again to hear that sweet sound of you choking around him. Sticky saliva tainted with the white of his pre-cum drips from the corners of your stretched mouth, dripping up your face. It seems like the onslaught will never end, but he has bigger plans for his building release.

     The moment your throat is free of his cock, you draw in a large gasp, all of the wetness in your mouth dripping like a waterfall, letting you heave as he watches with dark eyes. Not that you can see the lust driven look on his face, if you were to open your eyes you'd be blinded by spit and cum.

  He discards his pants and top as he lets you catch your breath, cooing all the while about how good you just did for him. He uses the softness of his tank top to wipe away most of the filth on your face, and you finally peek your eyes open as you feel him lift you.

   You swear there's hearts swirling in the darkness of his eyes as he scans your messy face, a permanent smirk plastered on his features. "Pretty girl, you're such a mess for me," you can only pant in response, leaning into the palm he places on your cheek as he lays you down right-side-up, letting your head collide with the soft pillows.

The moment he put a pillow under your back, you knew you were in for a long ride.

And by the end of it, you wouldn't forget who you belong to.

[captain-hawks]

the look on suna’s face is anything but surprised when the door to his apartment swings open.

his gaze briefly flicks downward to take in the miserable state of your rain-soaked dress and the heels clutched in your right hand. everything about your current state is a sad, waterlogged, neon billboard advertising just how spectacularly bad your date was.

casting a glance at the rapidly flickering fluorescent light on the ceiling up above, you sigh when your best friend’s lips begin to part. “don’t even say it, rin.”

his mouth obediently snaps shut, but he can’t hide the faint hint of amusement that curves its way into the line between his lips anyway.

suna takes up so much goddamn space as he stands there in front of you, his body leaning against one side of the doorframe as his fingertips casually grasp the other. rolling your eyes, you duck beneath his outstretched arm and hip check him as you pass, unceremoniously dropping your shoes in the entryway beside his messy pile of sneakers and boots.

no words pass between the two of you as suna briefly disappears down the hall, tossing a pile of dry clothes at your head when he emerges from the depths of his bedroom a moment later. he doesn’t even bother looking at you once you make your way back into the living room in a matching ejp raijin t-shirt and sweatpants, just lifts his arm and waits for you to settle down against him on the couch.

it’s only once the movie playing on the television—a rom com that you’re well aware he only put on for your sake alone—is nearly twenty minutes in that he finally speaks.

“told you that guy was a loser.”

sighing heavily, you pinch the bridge of your nose, burrowing yourself even further sideways into the warmth of his body heat despite your annoyance.

“you said that about the last guy.”

he huffs, and you can feel his chin brush over the top of your head as he turns toward you. “no, i said that guy was a dork.”

fingertips skirting beneath the edge of his sweatshirt, you pinch the skin just above his hip, and he lets out an undignified yelp as he grasps your hand and moves it to his thigh instead.

“regardless, shouldn’t you be supportive? i seem to remember you griping about me being a—“ you pause, making finger quotes with your free hand for emphasis, “‘freeloader’ who steals your netflix account and food every night.”

suna’s quiet beside you, eyes on the television screen like this sordid love confession in the rain is suddenly the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen.

“think of how many shitty eighties movies you’ll be able to watch when i’m too busy with my new boyfriend to come bother you every day,” you continue cheerfully.

at that, suna shifts your positions, yawning as he slides his head into your lap. the odd golden green shade of his eyes glints in the dim light of the living room as he stares up at you expectantly, unblinking.

“then who's gonna play with my hair till i fall asleep when the movie is boring?” he asks with a lazy smile, tilting his neck just enough to brush his head against the hand currently resting on your kneecap.

you let out a huff that’s equal parts exasperated and fond, rolling your eyes as you watch his slide shut the moment you begin carding your fingers through his soft, dark locks.

(it’s always like this with rintarou, this effortless intimacy. this strange, liminal space where your friendship exists.)

and as his breathing slowly starts to even out, as the movie plays on forgotten in the background, you wonder—not for the first time—what it would be like to kiss him.

[lomlhwa]

tiny baby (c.sb)

pairing: bf!soobin x gf!reader

preview: soobin knows he's big. you've been intimidated by the stories he's told you which has led to your sex life with your boyfriend being pretty much non-existent. now, you feel ready. but it requires some.... practice.

warnings/tags: fem reader, monster cock!soobin, size kink on soobin's part, size training-ish, belly bulge kink, marking, pet names (baby, my love), fingering, use of lube, top/bottom dynamics go back and forth but it's mostly top!soobin, unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), multiple orgasms, creampie

trigger warnings: n/a

wc: 1.5k

song recs for this fic: champagne & sunshine by plvtinum, need to know by doja cat, mmmh by kai, bad by christopher

a/n: this is so intensely self-indulgent, it's gross. please enjoy my fantasies in writing.

you’ve been with soobin since your first year of high school. high school sweethearts, as most people would refer to you. you would consider yourself pretty lucky to have kept the same boyfriend for this long.

unfortunately for the both of you, your cute love story hides a non-existent sex life. neither of you are virgins, having had an on-and-off relationship in your second/third year of dating. you’d slept around and so had he. 

well, he tried to.

see, soobin, as much play as he knew he could get, his size intimidated most of his sexual partners. he’d only manage to actually fuck 2 girls in the two year rocky period of your relationship. even then it hadn’t lasted long enough for either of them to finish.

he’s got good skills in bed, he knows that. but no one else knows that. especially not you. 

do you want to sleep with your long-term boyfriend? of course you do. you have since the beginning of your relationship. but his mistake of complaining about the intimidation of the other women he’d tried to seduce didn’t help you to not feel the same. 

he’d tried to use his seduction tactics on you but it never got very far. 

but this time, you feel ready. this time, you’re going to seduce him. you’re going to sleep with your boyfriend. no matter what it takes. you need it.

while your boyfriend worked today, you got ready for him. you bought baby pink lingerie in hopes that giving yourself an angelic appearance would appeal to him. you gave yourself blushy, sparkly makeup to give the angel look an umph. as you look at yourself in the mirror you feel quite cute. you suit soobin’s taste.

you check the clock, 10 minutes until soobin comes home. you lay out a plush blanket over the cushions of the couch. you situate yourself in a seductive position on the blanket; on your stomach, head propped up in your hands, elbows pressing your breasts together for emphasis. your legs kick around behind you, giddiness and nerves taking you over as the minutes diminish.

your heart jumps into your throat when you finally hear the jingling of your boyfriend's keys outside your front door. you momentarily wonder if this is a bad idea, but you have no time to chicken out. you swallow the lump in your throat and prepare yourself.

the door opens and in walks the love of your life. he stands frozen in the doorway when his eyes lay upon you. his eyes scan your body, the tent in his pants immediately becoming noticeable. you blush but your makeup hides it. 

“hi soobin” you say in your most seductive voice. you get up from the uncomfortable position you’d been sitting in and wave over your flustered lover. he hesitates for a moment before taking his shoes off and walking towards you.

“baby, what is this? what are you doing?” 

“you’ve just been so busy with work, i figured you could use some relaxation.”

you get up and stand in front of your boyfriend. you walk him backwards until he flops onto the couch. you situate yourself on his lap and place your hands on his shoulders. his hands almost instinctively rest on your thighs on either side of his hips.

“but baby, we’ve never done anything like this. why… why now?” 

you run your index finger over his lips, shushing him. his mouth opens on instinct and you take his tongue between your thumb and index finger. you hold it until drool pools in his mouth and spills over his bottom lip. 

“i know we’ve never done anything, but i think it’s time. we’ve been together for almost 5 years” you let go on his tongue and kiss his dampened lips. “don’t you want me?” you grind down on his lap, a groan rolling off his tongue.

“of course i do, my love” he leans his head back against the couch. this motion almost makes you cum on the spot. “but, are you really prepared enough for me? you know i’m… big.”

you nod. of course you do. that’s the whole reason it’s taken this long to get this far. “of course i know, i can feel it” you shift around again, soobin catches his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“we’ll do it, but we’ll take it really slow. i don’t want to hurt you.” 

at that, you connect your lips with his, his lips still messy from drooling earlier. you lick the corners of his mouth to pick up saliva that never fully escaped. he moans into your mouth as your hips roll onto him subconsciously. 

his hands move to grip your ass and he gets up off the couch. you wrap your legs around his waist so he can carry you more comfortably. you press sloppy kisses on his neck as he walks to your shared bedroom. 

he places you down on your bed softly. he pulls his shirt over his head and comes down to hover over you. “baby, i know i said i wanted to take it really slow, but i want to fuck you so bad right now.”

he ghosts his hands over your pretty pink bra and sighs. he cups your breasts and presses them together. he considers asking you if he could try fucking them, but he decides to leave that for another time. there’s a better focus right now.

he slides his fingers under the waistband of your underwear and slides them off you slowly. he presses your knees apart and slides his fingers over your weeping hole. he slides one finger in and you gasp, your hands coming up to his shoulders for something to ground yourself. 

he adds one more, and then a third. you’re trembling at this point. you can barely take three of your boyfriend’s long fingers. are you going to be able to take the monster between his legs?

he adds a fourth and final finger which sends you tumbling over the edge. you orgasm with an abrupt cry of soobin’s name. your shaky hand grabs his wrist to get him to stop his ministrations.

“okay, my baby, do you want it raw?” he shimmies out of his pants and underwear. your breath catches in your throat. you’ve seen soobin naked many times before. but his… monster fully hard makes you clench around nothing. out of arousal and out of fear. 

“yes, raw. please” you scramble to reach into the drawer and pull out a brand new bottle of lube. “please, use this. easier slide and stretch” he nods.

he pushes your head back with his finger on your forehead. you hear the cap on the lube open and he slathers his length in it. he looks up at you for last confirmation. you nod, biting your lip. 

his tip brushes your sopping hole and he pushes in bit by bit. he’s barely in past the tip and you’re shaking like a leaf. when he finally bottoms out, you feel like you’re going to explode. you peek down and see the outline of him in your lower abdomen. 

you brush your hand over the bulge, a whine slips out of his throat. the stretch stings through your whole body. but it’s manageable. 

“please move, soobin” you whine, shifting a little to get some friction. he pulls all the way out to the tip before slamming back in. you let out shaky breaths as your beloved boyfriend sets a delicious pace. 

“my god, baby. you’re so small under me” his arms shake next to your head from using them to hold himself up. “big- ah, you’re so big soobin” your breathing is so rapid that it could be mistaken for hyperventilation. 

soobin’s finger trails it’s way to your clit, the pad of his finger rubbing fast circles. you wrap your arms around him and pull his head down to kiss him. your tongues clash and you nibble on the end of his lightly. 

“baby, baby, baby, fuck” the chant of the pet name, the grip his left hand has on your hip and the circles being drawn on your clit by his right pointer finger sends you over the edge.

the sudden clench from your orgasm trigger’s soobin’s own orgasm. he spills himself inside you, wrapping his arms around your waist, trying to get as close to you as physically possible. 

his sweaty body sticks to you as he trembles. he kisses your collarbone as he breathes heavily. 

“i love you so much baby, fuck.”

he pulls out of you to watch his own seed spill out of you. he grabs a handful of tissues to clean you off. he hands you your underwear and you pull them on. 

he pulls his own boxers back on and climbs into bed next to you, wrapping his long arms around you.

“did i hurt you?” he asks. you can hear the genuine worry in his voice.

“i’m okay, soobin.” 

you curl yourself around him and close your eyes. his soft breathing slowly lulls you to sleep. 

finally, almost five years of fear is over.

© lomlhwa 2023

[joocomics]

ok so I come with txt and wayv thoughts that will be broken up between two asks but first can I PLEASE be tagged in the gunil and junhan fics for your event? I’m gonna check them all out but I’m extra excited for those two (especially professor gunil dear GOD)

Ok so wayv:

I think about service dom kun so much, like he’s always exuded “I’ll take care of you and all your needs” energy and that doesn’t stop in the bedroom (Kun has been my bias since 2020 so bear with me, I have a lot of thoughts)

he’d be hard to convince to edge you simply because he wants to give you every possible orgasm you could handle but he’d also be down to do it simply because it’s what you want him to do

I’m all for bratty sub ten AND mean dom ten, I believe in the duality of man and I have nothing else to say on the matter

Back to kun, he’s always given me sit back and let you do whatever you want to him vibes. Like until he’s so hard that he can’t take it anymore and he decides to take control, you could straddle him and get off on his thigh, make out with him until both of your mouths are literally tired, it doesn’t matter.

Hendery used to be my bias and I had a time period where I thought about him being a dom leaning switch so much it’s sick. Like he’d always prefer to be the dom but he would never say no if you wanted to take control for the night

Yangyang is the brattiest of bratty subs and I won’t take constructive criticism on that one. Like being that bratty wouldn’t even necessary turn him on that much more than not being a brat, he just does it for fun and to see you get pissed off because he likes it when you get mean

I would love to provide something about winwin but he’s one of those people my brain has never thought about sexually. Don’t get it mistaken though, I want him.

Actually I just remembered a friend telling me she thinks he’d be a hard dom because, in her words, “he’s way too emotionally controlled in 4k to not have a bitch he’s fucking ruthlessly at home” and I have to agree

Xiaojun also gives me switch energy (emphasis on hard dom and good little whiny sub) but you didn’t hear that from me (I’d scream it from the rooftops if it was socially acceptable)

first off, thank you SO freaking much for feeding me this well oh my god??? your mind??? and yes, of course you can, i’m adding you straight away! tysm for the support i hope you enjoy reading them <3

service dom!kun who’s overstimulation > edging sounds exactly like him and sounds amazing; especially if we mix it with your other thought about him letting you do whatever you want to him during your long heated foreplay. you’ve been kissing till your lips are puffy with a tint of red and till he’s solid hard in his pants from your on-going grinding which his hands thoroughly supported by remaining present and firm on your hips

but before that, your mouth was all over his body - up and down his bare chest, marking his pale skin with lipstick stains and possessive hickeys, because how can you not get obsessive over that body? service dom!kun seeing you gush and drool over his figure with the urge to leave physical signs that it’s all yours unlocks his body worship kink every time

it makes sense that after he gets his hands on you he can only keep going; expressing his affection and gratitude by giving you an orgasm after an orgasm, mind numbing and toe curling orgasms that also result in his muscled back getting painted with red scratches. me thinks, he loves when your nails sink deeper and he can feel slight stinging pain, it only makes him thrust even harder

unlike kun i can see dom!ten having so much fun edging you; doesn’t matter if it’s with his fingers (and i can bet they got skills), with his cock or a toy, he loves stealing those good orgasms away from you and watching you squirm and beg. he uses the moment of you catching your breath to make it even more of a challenge for you by running his nails up and down your skin, spanking you and biting different parts of your aroused body because that’s what sluts like you get

i agree on ten being both bratty sub and a mean dom, but i just can’t bring myself to focus on his submissive side right now when all on my mind after those emo teaser pics is him fucking your mouth and slapping you every time you gag or pull back before he told you to. he can be so mean, yanking your head back by pulling on your hair and relishing the way you drool on the floor

ten seems like the type of boyfriend to buy a dildo so he can teach you how to deepthroat properly and he will not go easy on you - because you’re not gonna use it yourself, he’ll be the one pushing it in and out of your mouth while you earn condescending comments on how small it is

gonna try to not to be biased here, but for me hendery is definitely a dom who loves giving and receiving equally, it all depends on the mood really. definitely doesn’t mind swallowing his pride and going submissive for you whenever you want it. he can be cheeky and disobey you few times for the giggles but eventually falls apart cause you know all his weak spots </3 he’s so vocal when he stays still, letting you play with him however you like, it’s beautiful

ah you are speaking my language… we are so on the same wavelength so far it’s crazy. yangyang is the perfect brat and he can be so annoying (in an arousing way) when he’s submissive, but he can also be so annoying when he’s dominant? he gets off on a heated sex where you’re at each other’s throats (literally and metaphorically). being rough and perverse with one another, challenging each other instead of giving yourselves what you want the easy way. bantering and calling each other names. he can get nasty and he’s obsessed that you can match his freak and be the same amount of nasty. the fact you’re deeply in love makes all of these things even more exciting to experience

cannot continue the post without mentioning how freaking hot makeup sex with yangyang would be 🫠 personally, i’m not one who believes makeup sex is the “best sex of your life”, but i know he can change my mind. it would be intense, sweaty, loud, maddening. he’d be gripping you tightly, cussing and biting your lip and you’d be able to taste that he’s still affected from the argument. bonus points if you don’t even make it to the bedroom… you’re in the kitchen… or on the couch… or you were having a very serious talk in a cafe, but couldn’t bother waiting to arrive home so you end up doing it on the backseat of your/his car

every time i hear hard dom!winwin i shed a happy tear from excitement. i feel like there’s a pretty high chance that he wants to show you how dominant and powerful he can be. because he’s the cute, shy and soft spoken, giggly winwin, right? he can never be mean. well… that’s debatable. in the bedroom, where it’s just the two of you, and there’s lust and established trust, he unleashes a part of him that’s reserved only for you

i see him switching between obedient sub and hard dom because i can’t picture winwin as a soft dom to be honest. yes, he praises you and gazes at you in awe when you’re fucking in a slower rhythm, but even then the mood is on the playful nasty side, not on the romantic/sensual one. you’re always greedy for each other so sex with him is very rarely soft. he gets off on your naughty attitude which only encourages him further to freely express his own. winwin wants rough and obsessive and if you get it, you get it!

i would be right next to you on the rooftop if you decide to scream that xiaojun is both a hard dom and a whiny sub one day because i agree. i’ll be honest with you, i opened my heart to subby xiaojun rather recently and i think i’m changing as a person. he gives the vibes off someone who can be cheeky and so romantic during foreplay, but then half an hour later is on his knees unable to deny you a thing no matter how filthy it is, or dare i say, degrading…

but i’m very into the idea of him being a soft dom too - xiaojun can do it all and that’s just facts! especially early in the mornings whenever he wakes up next to you and you’re sleeping in his oversized shirt. in those moments he definitely swoons very hard over the realisation you’re all his, and he gets to kiss you every day. that’s when he touches you very softly and makes you roll your eyes back through a mellow, but nonetheless passionate sex

[xhanisai]

Adrien just wants to be a good malewife

AO3

Pairing - Adrinette

Prompt - ‘Baby’

Summary -

"Rest your head on my lap. You can comfortably put your legs on the other chairs." Adrien quipped, patting his thighs for emphasis. Marinette couldn't help but think that if he was an animal, his tail would be wagging (like an overeager black cat).

"But I'm not tired," She fibbed, averting her eyes when he glowered lightly, evident that he wasn't buying it at all. "Honest. You should spend your break doing things you love or have some fun. Not baby me. Especially since I don't need babying," She crossed her arms defiantly but all that did was make her seem even more childish.

Sadly for her (or luckily), since she lacked any energy, Adrien easily brought her to his lap, settling her head against his firm chest and positioning her knees around his hips. She hated just how warm and comfortable he was and it took her everything to not fall asleep right there and then as if he was the most comfortable bed she's ever laid on.

"Marinette, I love taking care of you," As if that alone didn't turn her to jelly, he began to tenderly comb his fingers through her smooth hair after taking the red ties out, his other arm pressing her tightly against him. "Would it be so bad to rest with me for a little while?"

~(x)~ . . . All class president duties tackled by Alya and the girls for the week? Check. Assistants found to work part-time at the Dupain-Cheng's Boulangerie? Check. And Chloé and Lila taken care of, far away as possible from his beloved Princesse? Check! Adrien couldn't help the pleased smile that played on his giddy lips, similar to the grins he'd wear as his alter ego, his mouth shaped in a prominent, mischievous, kitten-like 'w'. He eyed the sleep-deprived and tired designer lovingly, one of his arms hooked around her tiny waist so that she could lean her entire weight against him as he lead them to a quiet and vacant study room in the library. "Adrien, I'm fine. I don't need to rest. I have work to do on some homework and commissions right now-" Marinette's protest was met with a digit against her pouty lips, the blond shushing her with a smirk which only widened when she mustered up a weak glare. She was so fucking adorable. "None of our homework is due until the next week and your commissioners haven't given you a deadline. In fact, I recall them all telling you to take all the time you need, silly." Her frown only deepened at his words, a quiet growl escaping her throat as he giggled with endearment and finally led them to the quiet, empty study room. Marinette watched as he assembled three chairs together against the wall with haste, wordlessly allowing him to lead her on the second chair whilst he sat on the first. "Rest your head on my lap. You can comfortably put your legs on the other chairs." Adrien quipped, patting his thighs for emphasis. Marinette couldn't help but think that if he was an animal, his tail would be wagging (like an overeager black cat). "But I'm not tired," She fibbed, averting her eyes when he glowered lightly, evident that he wasn't buying it at all. "Honest. You should spend your break doing things you love or have some fun. Not baby me. Especially since I don't need babying," She crossed her arms defiantly but all that did was make her seem even more childish. Sadly for her (or luckily), since she lacked any energy, Adrien easily brought her to his lap, settling her head against his firm chest and positioning her knees around his hips. She hated just how warm and comfortable he was and it took her everything to not fall asleep right there and then as if he was the most comfortable bed she's ever laid on. "Marinette, I love taking care of you," As if that alone didn't turn her to jelly, he began to tenderly comb his fingers through her smooth hair after taking the red ties out, his other arm pressing her tightly against him. "Would it be so bad to rest with me for a little while?" 'This is cheating!' Marinette wanted to screech out loud when he peered down at her with his big, green eyes. The way he cutely tilted his head to the side and the pitiful pout he wore caused her breath to hitch in her throat. Damn those kitten eyes! "You're worse than Chat Noir..." Marinette thoughtlessly trailed off as she finally, finally fell asleep in his arms, not registering what she just muttered. For a split second, Adrien was stiff and tense but the sight of her peaceful face melted those sudden feelings away. He raised a brow, continuing to thread her hair through his fingers, deep in thought. "Your sleeping face looks an awful lot like my Lady's..." He murmured into her hair longingly. . . . ~(x)~

[estylist]

Finding Your Fashion Identity: Navigating Australian Style Trends

Find My Style Fashion Australia your personal style can be an exciting yet challenging journey, especially in a vibrant fashion landscape like Australia. With its diverse cultures, stunning landscapes, and unique climates, Australian fashion is a blend of casual elegance, beach-inspired looks, and urban chic. Here’s a guide to help you discover and define your style within the context of Australian fashion.

Understanding Australian Fashion

Australian fashion is characterized by its relaxed and laid-back vibe, heavily influenced by the country’s outdoor lifestyle and multicultural population. From surf culture to city chic, the styles vary widely, allowing individuals to express their uniqueness while embracing local trends. Here are some key elements that define Australian fashion:

Casual and Comfortable: With a strong emphasis on comfort, Australian fashion often features relaxed fits and breathable fabrics, ideal for the country’s warm climate.

Beach-Inspired Looks: Given Australia's extensive coastline, beachwear plays a significant role in fashion. Swimwear, light cover-ups, and beach accessories are staples.

Eclectic Mix: Australian fashion embraces diversity, allowing for a mix of bohemian, classic, and contemporary styles. This eclecticism encourages experimentation and personal expression.

Sustainable Choices: With a growing awareness of environmental issues, many Australian designers focus on sustainability, using eco-friendly materials and ethical production methods.

Steps to Finding Your Style

To help you discover your unique fashion identity in Australia, follow these steps:

 Identify Your Influences

Start by exploring various fashion influences:

Social Media: Platforms like Instagram and Pinterest are treasure troves of style inspiration. Follow Australian fashion influencers and brands to see how they interpret trends.

Fashion Magazines: Check out local fashion publications for the latest trends and style tips tailored to the Australian climate.

Runway Shows: Look at the collections from Australian fashion weeks to understand what designers are showcasing and what might resonate with you.

Know Your Body Type

Understanding your body type is crucial in finding styles that flatter your figure. Common body types include:

Apple: Broader shoulders and a fuller bust, with a narrower waist and hips.

Pear: Wider hips and thighs, with a smaller bust and waist.

Hourglass: Balanced shoulders and hips, with a well-defined waist.

Rectangle: Similar measurements for shoulders, waist, and hips, creating a straight silhouette.

Once you identify your body type, you can select styles that enhance your features and make you feel confident.

Choose Your Colors

Your color palette plays a significant role in defining your style. To find your best colors:

Skin Tone: Determine if you have warm, cool, or neutral undertones to select colors that enhance your natural complexion.

Experiment: Try on different shades and observe which ones make you feel vibrant and confident.

Create a Capsule Wardrobe

A capsule wardrobe consists of versatile, timeless pieces that can be mixed and matched to create various outfits. Here are some essentials to consider for an Australian-inspired capsule wardrobe:

Basic Tees: Classic, comfortable tees in neutral colors for layering.

Lightweight Dresses: Flowy dresses that can transition from day to night.

Denim: A good pair of jeans or denim shorts is essential for a casual, Australian look.

Footwear: Versatile sandals, sneakers, and ankle boots that can be worn on different occasions.

Outerwear: A stylish jacket or cardigan for cooler evenings.

Accessorize

Accessories can elevate any outfit and help you express your personality. Consider:

Jewelry: Statement pieces or minimalist designs, depending on your style.

Bags: Choose versatile bags that suit your lifestyle, whether it's a casual tote or a chic crossbody.

Hats and Sunglasses: Great for sun protection and adding a stylish touch.

Embrace Your Unique Style

Fashion is about self-expression, so don’t be afraid to try new trends, patterns, and styles. Embrace what makes you feel confident and comfortable, and let your personality shine through in your choices.

Conclusion

Finding your style within the context of Australian fashion is an enriching experience that allows you to express your individuality while embracing local trends. By understanding your influences, body type, colors, and essential pieces, you can create a wardrobe that reflects your unique style and lifestyle.

At Find My Style Fashion Australia, we are dedicated to helping you discover your fashion identity. Whether you need personalized styling advice or wish to explore the latest trends, we’re here to support you on your style journey. Embrace the vibrant Australian fashion scene and let your style shine!

[ickybby]

sometimes, fawn can't help but wonder if the family is just comprised of black sheeps. each of them seemingly screwed up beyond repair in their unique ways. at one point, it appears fawn's getting a shot at normalcy until that pesky boredom breeds an impulsive streak. when there's no one she confides in about this or the piss-poor choices coming into play, there's no one around to give her a reality check about the serious consequences and the possible ramifications she could be facing. jonah would've been the person fawn went to babble to. but early adulthood's self-consciousness leaves her pulling away from the people who had always been a constant in her life in favor of outsourcing the attention and excitement she's craving from strangers online. instead of leaning into their newfound awkwardness until it passes, fawn avoids the feeling and (by default) her sibling at all costs. fawn's humiliated to have her (not so) private business put on blast by none other than her older brother. though maybe glad if something could be done to remedy the disconnect.

the buzzing between her thighs is becoming more difficult to tune out. she drops her hold on him as her erratic breathing sends the inky waves of luscious locks rippling around her shoulders, the ends tickling her collarbone. when she speaks, the soft lilt to her tone is shockingly gentle. genuine in the meaning of her words, despite the abrasively blunt way she doesn't hesitate to question him. not necessarily a challenge but rather someone vying for the truth, reminiscent of a youthful inquisitiveness she's yet to outgrow. “are you actually upset that this is how i'm spending my time?” dainty hands wave the smartphone for emphasis before tucking it behind the string of her bikini, the weight of it stretching the material dangerously close to exposing her mound, the skin there smooth save for the small patch of hair meticulously groomed into a heart just above her slick slit. "—- or are you pissed you didn't know sooner? i'm kinda getting mixed signals here." her eyes trail down to the outline of his cock straining against his jeans, wondering what he looks like underneath the layers of clothing.

"i can be honest if you can," there's that lively edge to her voice again. a twinkle of playfulness lights up eyes so dark they almost look black as she dangles the proposition before him. "for example, i — i'm not giving you all the credit. the toy's built up some anticipation too. i mean, it was here before you." try as she might, that's about as close to the truth she can get to. still a tad too timid to mimic the filth jonah's spewing even if there are strands of truth woven in there. her mouth parts open as he continues to toy with her body, pink tongue lapping at her bottom lip as fawn tries to regain her focus. where his strengths air on the side of stoical defenses, fawn's vulnerability and her tendency to romanticize landed her opposite that spectrum. he's perfected his phlegmatic nature to work in his favor. while she's barely had time to tread in the extreme waves of emotions she's prone to drowning in. much less get a grip on regulating her sensitivities. "that's different. it's made for..." the word virgins dies on her lips as if that's enough to stop him from gaining ammunition. "shut up. i don't need to explain this to you. why do you even care how many fingers i can take? are YOURS going in there? or is this about as far as—" her hips squirm against his finger, soft glossy lips parting with another dulcet moan. there's a strange pang of jealousy and excitement that hits; though fawn can't help the vivid images jonah's crude confession brings to life. maybe it's the weed leaving her surroundings feeling surreal, or perhaps the fact that she's just a fucked up person without pot involved; regardless, fawn no longer cares enough to be coy. "honestly, jonah? i was kinda just teasing you to see if i could like, reverse psychology you into fucking me. think i did it wrong. but i lost my psych textbook. don't tell, 'kay?"

his sister had created an entire online persona for herself and jonah had been entirely ignorant to it, blissfully ( or not really, considering the lectures from their mother ) unaware of what she was really undertaking in the privacy of her room. neither of them had what anyone would or could call a 'conventional' upbringing and maybe, maybe fawn was now experiencing the aftershocks of it? although jonah definitely would have preferred she do something more pg like actually game fully clothed. what else was she hiding? looking at her now it was as if he was staring in to a mirror cracked directly down the middle ; the sister he thought he knew and the slutty girl who played with herself for random people to tip and enjoy. they'd always been undeniably in sync with one another, he was the one person he could rely on outside of his own mother. there'd been an inherent comfort in it until she began pulling away, as if she too deemed herself above him somehow.

"annoyingly charming?" his brows knit together at her choice of words, how in any other situation he'd laugh and call her an idiot. now his cock is rigid inside his trousers and he can't quite manage to pull his gaze away from her pussy for longer than a few seconds. "that's a way of puttin' it fawn and for the record i was immune until you started pullin' this shit", the justification for his arousal came in the form of so many internal statements, some he'd voiced and others he hadn't. his sister was doing it for an audience so why not him? she was spreading her legs and playing with her pussy, so why couldn't he enjoy it too? she was a grown woman and while he hadn't noticed the transition happening, she was beautiful and likely far too out of his league had she not been his own sister.

weed enters his system and coats his insides in a languid haze, limbs loosening and cock aching as he plays with his little sibling's clothed cunt. "that toy got you this responsive or are you just thirsting for your own brother's cock that badly?" his finger continues it's torture on her hole, feeling the warmth of her pussy through the thin slip of fabric. fuckin' cow print. "what?" feigned innocence appears on his features, though his finger doesn't let up, he's having too much fun. "thought you could handle it, no? sure looked like you could when you were stuffing that toy into your bikini a minute ago." scoffing his hues roll at her weak attack on him, those insults like tiny pebbles attempting to crack the hard exterior he's had to build over the years. "how would you know what'll hurt and what won't? bet you can't even fit two fingers inside this, can you?" head dips so their eyes connect, finger pressing just a shade harder against the fabric. "of course it counts, i slipped my dick into her wet cunt. i fucked that needy bitch and she liked it. is that what you wanna hear faw?"

[corrodedhawkins]

Late Fees: Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Words: 1.1K

Content warnings: Graphic smut (minors DNI) sexual favors, (initially) coerced blow job, hair pulling, spitting, cum swallowing, mutual pining.

“Harrington”, Eddie nods at Steve behind the counter as he walks into Family Video, making a beeline for the horror section.

He quickly picks out a stack of VHS tapes, depositing them on the counter in front of Steve.

He scans the Family Video tag on Eddie’s keys, an error message popping up when he tries to check out his movies.

“Sorry dude, looks like you owe late fees. Can’t rent to you unless they’re paid.”

“How much?”, Eddie asks as he pulls out his wallet.

“Twenty bucks, plus the rentals is $36.”

Eddie swipes a hand over his face in frustration. He only has enough for the rentals.

“C’mon man. Please?”, Eddie hates that’s he’s begging, hates that he doesn’t have an extra twenty fucking dollars to his name right now. “I’m good for it. I’ll come by after my uncle gets paid tomorrow and pay it off.”

Steve sighs, “no can do. I could lose the vest for that”, he plucks the fabric on his green Family Video vest for emphasis.

“There’s nobody here, nobody will know. Please? My uncle Wayne is sick and all he wanted was to watch shitty horror movies”, Eddie pleads.

He shakes his head and points at the ceiling. “Oh, they’ll know. They always know. There are cameras", he whispers.

“Those are lights”, Eddie mutters as he looks up at the ceiling, no cameras in sight.

Steve looks up and squints, shrugging his shoulders. “Whatever, but I still can’t just let you rent before you pay off your late fee.”

“Fine. Thanks for nothing”, Eddie grumbles as he walks towards the door.

Steve scurries from behind the counter, catching up to him. “Unless?”

Eddie turns to stare at him, “unless?”

“There are other ways you could pay off your debt”, he says as he crosses his arms, hip propped against the counter.

Eddie barks out a laugh, “yeah, good one man. ‘Ask the gay guy for a blow job’, original.”

Steve pushes off of the counter and reaches out to grab the sleeve of Eddie’s jacket as he turns to walk away. “Wait. I’m not joking.”

He freezes, eyebrows shooting up until they’re hidden by his bangs. “Excuse me?”

“You could…blow me? It doesn’t have to be weird.” He lets go of Eddie’s jacket, taking a step back in case he throws a punch.

Eddie looks at him, so pretty and delicate and straight. He’s thought about this so many times. Late at night when he fucks his fist, it’s Steve he thinks about.

“But you’re straight”, he mutters.

Steve chuckles and clears his throat, “bisexual, actually.” Eddie’s head snaps up. “Robin taught me all about it.”

Eddie’s head is spinning. Steve is…Steve likes guys?

“And you’re…bisexual for me?” He’s embarrassed the second he says it, his voice laced with hope and want.

“Yes.”

Steve barely gets the word out before Eddie grabs the lapel of his vest and drags him into the back room. He shuffles him into the small room, slamming the door behind them before pinning Steve up against it.

He captures his lips in a desperate kiss, tongue swiping over his bottom lip, demanding entrance. Steve complies, lips parting around a moan as Eddie sucks on his tongue.

“Wait, wait!” Steve gasps and pulls back when he feels Eddie shove a thick thigh between his legs. “I didn’t really mean it.”

Eddie sucks in a breath, face dropping as he untangles himself from Steve and backs away.

Steve groans, “no! No I didn’t mean it like that!” He throws his hands in the air, frustrated with himself.

He chuckles, waiting for Steve to continue.

Walking over to Eddie, he grabs his hand and leads him, shuffling backwards until he’s pressed up against the door again, his weight pressing into him.

“I meant to say that I didn’t mean you really had to blow me to rent the movies. I-I’m not that much of an asshole, man.”

Eddie stares at him for a moment before sinking to his knees on the ugly carpet, hands making quick work of Steve’s belt and buttons.

“I-I’ve wanted to ask you out for so long and I didn’t know what to say, so I saw an opportunity tonight and I took it.” Steve’s rambling, desperate to get everything out in the open so Eddie doesn’t hate him.

“You don’t have to do this. You can take the movies and leave, dude.”

“Steve?” Eddie looks up at him from his spot in the carpet, “shut the fuck up and let me blow you.”

“Kay”, Steve gasps as Eddie frees his cock and holds it at the base. He leans over it and spits, hand wrapping around the length.

He pumps his fist hesitantly, giving Steve the opportunity to come to his senses and run. He doesn’t.

The second Eddie’s hand wraps around him he’s groaning, hands balled into fists at his sides as his head thumps back into the door.

“Hey”, Eddie whispers, looking up at him through thick lashes.

Steve snaps out of his haze and looks down, lips twitching up into a smile when he meets Eddie’s gaze.

“Eyes on me”, Eddie commands before he sinks down, mouth engulfing his cock until his nose is buried in the curls at the base.

“F-fuck. Fuck”, his hands wind their way into Eddie’s hair, holding on to keep himself from toppling over.

He takes Steve deeper, swallowing around him as his throat clicks, struggling to take all of him.

Steve’s back arches, hips bucking up to burrow deeper into Eddie’s throat. He gags, pulling back to suck in a few deep breaths.

“Sorry, I’m sorry”, Steve gasps between panting breaths. He pets at Eddie’s hair soothingly.

“S’fine”, Eddie murmurs, taking his length back into his mouth, this time taking it all the way down his throat without gagging.

“Jesus Christ”, Steve hisses. He’s pulling at Eddie’s hair, desperately trying to get him to pull off. “You have to stop, M’gonna cum.”

Eddie just hums around him, gripping his thighs to keep him still as he gurgles around him.

Steve tries his hardest to hold out, but the next time Eddie swallows around him he’s gone, cum spurting hot over his tongue and down his throat.

Eddie swallows as best he can, a few drops of cum landing on his chin.

They’re both panting, taking a moment to calm down before they separate.

“So”, Steve says as he tucks his shirt into the top of his jeans. “My shift ends in about an hour if you want to stick around.”

Eddie laughs, wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his jacket, “sorry, my uncle actually is home sick. Gotta go take care of him.”

“Oh. Oh yeah. Of course”, Steve answers, his disappointment evident.

“But, I could stop by tomorrow after school. Maybe we could rent a movie and take it back to yours?” Eddie smiles at him like he’s the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. It makes Steve all hot and tingly.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.”

Steve walks him to the front door, Eddie turning before he leaves to press a sweet kiss to his lips.

“See you tomorrow, pretty boy.”

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[shedaresthedevil]

"‘Til We’re Saints just Swimming in our sins again."

Pairing: Matt Murdock X GN!Reader

18+ MINORS DNI

Warnings: SPICE. WHOLE LOT OF SPICE. sub/dom. sub!matt, afab! Reader, choking,  mild sensory deprivation, teasing, cockwarming, unprotected sex (dont be a fool, wrap your tool)

A/N: If you see any mistakes....no you didn't. @matt-erialgirl​ this ones for you, my best avocado. 

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Tonight was different. You and Matt had discussed this previously, after you had both had an…enlightening evening.  Matt had been holding back, and you had given him permission to do whatever he wanted, whatever he needed. A safe word had been established, clothes forgotten, and the flames had ignited. You reached up and touched the bruises and marks on your shoulder, dragging your lip between your teeth just thinking about that night. You shivered at the memory of how you got them as well as the ones on your hips and thighs.  The dull ache a reminder that he had marked you, that you were his. You thought of the lines you had left along his spine; you had claimed him as yours in return.

 A strong arm that felt like home wrapped around your waist, pulling you from your reverie. You came back to reality as Matt nuzzled his face into you from behind. You would normally feel his teeth nipping at your soft skin by now, but all you felt were gentle lips and the friction of his stubble along your neck. It was as though he couldn’t get close enough to you. You, Matt, Karen and Foggy had gone to Josie’s to celebrate winning their latest case. Matt was utterly exhausted. He had not had a single drink of anything, not a drop, even though that was precisely what you were all here for. You did not drink for personal reasons, and none of them pushed as to why. You were always grateful that Karen and Foggy were great people. Of course they were, they were friends with Matt Murdock.  They were your friends too, and it was nice to have that.  

“Is something wrong? You won today. You deserve to celebrate Matty.” You asked quietly, reaching up to rake your hands through his hair.  Matt let out a noise that was somewhere between a groan and a purr. You knew how much he loved it when you played with his hair. You had figured out very quickly that one of Matt’s love languages was physical touch- both giving and receiving. It wasn’t until you had that conversation that you realized how deep that duality ran.

“I swear you were a cat in your past life. Talk to me. What’s going on in your head?” you nudged, ceasing the movement of your hand.

You could feel this beautiful man pouting at the loss of sensation without looking.  He wrapped his other arm around you, holding you tighter.

“I don’t feel like drinking tonight. I…want you to take me home.”

You twisted around in his arms to look at him, placing your hand along his check.

“Matty are you not feeling well? I will take you home if you’re not feeling alright or if you just want to leave, that’s fine too.”

You witnessed something you never thought you would see. A light flush spread across Matthew’s face.

You lowered your voice even further.

“Matty,  are you blushing?”

Matt placed his forehead against yours, his lips brushing against your own as he spoke, even more softly than normal.

“I feel fine. I want you to take me home.” He explained, putting more emphasis on the phrase you had both agreed upon.  This is how he told you needed it, needed you. He just needed enough of you to dull the pain.

“Oh.”

It finally clicked. The soft behavior, the lack of drinking, how defeated he seemed, regardless of the win. He no longer wanted to be in control; Matt wanted you to take the lead tonight- to be in control of the scene.  Matt had not blushed when he had expressed his occasional need to submit after you both absolutely destroyed each other. Maybe it was the dopamine high, the fact that he was so comfortable with you, or maybe it was because it was dark, and you couldn’t even see him well enough to notice. Maybe it was all three.  You had laid there, head on his chest as he ran his fingers gently across the marks he had made. Matt had told you everything he liked, and you had done the same. There was nothing embarrassing or secret between you two now, at least in that aspect. Usually, you liked to discuss what was and was not on the table before being physically intimate with a partner, but you and Matt read each other so well during intimate moments, it was like you were torn from the same book.

 Matt was almost always in control, in life, at work, behind closed doors. He just wanted to shut off his brain and be consumed by nothing else but you.  He had admitted that he had never told anyone else this certain need. Not even Elektra. She had met him halfway without prompt, and that was good enough at the time. With you, he knew with certainty that you would not judge him for it, and that was why he told you. You had always been submissive- you liked the abdication of control. You liked the feeling of not having to think- just feel- even if it was only for an hour or so.  You could understand why it appealed to him perfectly. You had never thought of yourself as dominant, even though it often surprised your partners that you were not. Your personality and your sexual preferences did not have to match. To you, it made sense and it had also made sense to Matt. But as of late, you had been thinking about it more and more.

The other night Matt had stumbled in the door, bloodied and beaten. You had stayed behind only because you were sick. Matt had fallen to his knees at the bottom of the stairs, unable to make it any further. You had rushed to him, pulling his mask away and searching his face.  He had braced himself against you, his hands on your thighs. You had reached down to caress his face, tilting it upward until your eyes found his. The blood. The kneeling. The desperate reach for you.

You don't know if it was the fever you had coursing through you, or the way the light settled on the angles of his face, but something inside you awakened, like a switch had been flipped. Just like it had now.

Matt detected the shift in your demeanor immediately. Your hand slid from his cheek to the back of his head, giving a light, slow tug.

“You want me to take you home, counselor?” you breathed, sliding your lips up to his ear.

You felt matt nod, a tremble moving through him.

“You’ll have to get on your knees and prove it when we get home then. I know you would look so pretty on your knees. I can’t wait to make you beg.”

This renaissance painting of a man released a soft moan against you at the thought.

“Let’s go say goodbye, we wouldn’t want to be rude.”

Matt had never excused himself from a situation faster.

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The cab ride home had been agonizing. Matt had opened the door for you, ever the gentlemen. You had slid into the seat and had gotten in beside you- but not into his seat. He was so close to you, craving the slightest amount of contact. You smiled lasciviously; why should the fun have to wait until you got back to his apartment?

“Move over. You’re too close. You’ll have to be patient, Matthew.”

You rarely used his full name unless you were being serious. The first time you were going to be in control was serious, at least to you. You had already planned most of it out, putting your knowledge and your psych degree to good use. He removed all points of contact quickly but reluctantly. You told your driver your destination, and the ride home began. You took Matt’s hand, giving it two quick taps to his palm.

It was code for “Is this okay? Are you okay?” .

Matt swallowed and nodded, tapping back. The anticipation was going to make him combust.

“I’m glad. Put your hand on my leg, you can touch me.”

He complied, quickly. But that didn’t matter.  Matt chose the top of your knee, right at the bottom of your thigh. It was a safe place to start, a smart choice. You raised a brow, your head tilting.

“You can go a little higher than that. Keep going until I tell you to stop.”

His hand slid up, slowly, not wanting to seem too eager.  His hand continued until it was nearly at the intersection between your thigh and your core.

“Stop. Don’t move your hand from that spot until we get home. If you move even a centimeter, I will drag this out far longer than I need to, understood?”

You watched the gears turn wildly in Matt’s head. He liked the sound of it being dragged out for as long as possible. He tightened his grip on your thigh, just a little.  He could smell you, taste how excited you were in the air, even through the denim of your jeans. You smirked; he had played right into your hand.

“You’re lucky you weren’t paying attention to the wording.  I thought you would be better at exploiting a loophole than that, counselor. I told you not to move from that spot, which you haven’t. Unless you did catch it and are trying to take advantage of that. Consider this your last warning.” You whispered harshly, digging your nails into the flesh of his shoulder as you leaned over.

“Could be both, truthfully. It sounds like something I might try in either case.” Matt remarked, testing to see how far he could go and what you would let him get away with.  His hand slid upward, just a bit until his little finger met your center. He could feel the heat rolling off you, grateful that you seemed to be enjoying this as much as he was. The straining of his length against the fabric of his pants was a testament to that.

Matthew heard you sigh and click your tongue in disapproval as you grabbed his wrist, moving his hand back to its originally intended resting place.

“Guess I’ll have to hold it here myself, since you can’t control your hands.”

“Such a shame.” He agreed, satisfied with your reaction.

The cab pulled up to your building, and you paid him, tipping a little extra. You both exited the cab and Matt reached for your hand to help you out after walking to your side.  You took it, letting go the minute you were on your feet and upright. You continued to evade his touch at every attempt to make contact. You had asked one thing of Matt and he had already disobeyed. You both finally made it in the door.

“Sweetheart why-”

You whirled, grabbing his tie firmly, looping it around your hand and using it to push gently against his chest, his back pressed flush against the door. Matt’s breathing became heavier, and you had barely touched him. You let out a breathy laugh, the one you knew drove him wild, pushing him even further into the door with your body. He sighed as you ran your free hand down his hair, his face, and finally coming to rest on his chest.

“You disobeyed me, Matt. I gave you a simple task and you already overstepped.”  You explained, unwrapping your hand from his tie and placing it on the side of his face. You stood on your tip toes to kiss him, gently at first, the contact quickly spiraling into fervent motions. Matts groaned under you as you nipped his lip, his tongue sliding into your mouth. Your hand found its way under his jaw, and you used that leverage to pull him away from you. Matt was panting now, his already perfect lips reddened and swollen.

“Do you know what happens to submissives that don’t listen?”

Silence.

“They get punished, Matthew. I’m going to take away the one thing you truly want from this.” You purred, removing all physical contact from him.

Matt swallowed, hard.

Good. He was taking you seriously now.

“We’re just getting started.”

You took hold of his tie once more, leading him to the living area. You stopped, placing a pillow on the floor for his knees. You were cunning, not cruel. You relinquished your grip on his tie, trading it for his hand, tapping twice once more. Matt nodded once again and you let it go reluctantly, knowing that that was the last contact with his hands you would have until you felt the need to check on him again.

“You will not touch me again with your hands until I explicitly ask you to do so, understood?” you instructed, taking his red sunglasses off and placing them safely on the bookshelf near the fridge. You walked back, still not having received a reply.

“I need an answer, Matthew.” You demanded, trailing your fingers across the back of his shoulders as you circled him.  You took pleasure in seeing his hands ball into fists, contract, and then release. He was fighting with himself, fighting for his willingness to let go completely. Matt closed his eyes, sighing.

“Yes, I understand.” He breathed finally.

“Good boy.” You praised him, dropping to your knees where the pillow lay waiting.

The commendation made him blush lightly, sending electricity straight between his legs.  Someone telling him he was good was normal, but coming from you? It felt incredible, like every nerve ending in his body was aflame.

You connected your phone to the blue tooth speaker in the kitchen, setting it down on the coffee table. You did not want to deprive him of his hearing, remembering how terrifying that was for him. You did want to make it harder for him to ‘see’ you though. The heavy bass was low, steady- it would be enough to distract him. You looked up to see his brow furrowed, and then relax as he realized what you were doing. You smiled to yourself as you began to untie his shoes, asking for him to lift his feet so you could remove each of them, as well as his socks. You sat up, gliding your hands up each of his legs as you rose, purposely running your hand up the prominent ridge that was caged beneath the fabric. Still his hands remained at his sides, even if they did twitch at the contact. You undid his belt, pulling it out of the loops so slowly Matt felt like screaming. He felt you unfasten his dress pants and stepped out of them when you asked.

You stood, folding them carefully and placing them on top of his shoes that you had set to the side of the coffee table. You freed him from his tie even more slowly than his belt, if that was possible, and started on the buttons of his white shirt.  He shuddered as you moved behind him, removing the fabric from his body and leaving him in only the silk of his black briefs. The air of the apartment felt almost frigid on his heated skin.  Matts entire body looked like it was vibrating with anticipation.  He was unsure if it was in his head or if it was truly happening.  He gasped as he felt your nails graze along the skin of his hips, you pulling him closer so you were chest to chest. When had you moved from behind him? His hands shot out into the air, seeking to steady himself, not to touch you.

You laughed again and it was the only noise you had made in the past minute. You had been right – the music was distracting enough that it was harder for him to know where you were. Your hands were all over him, moving so achingly slow. Matt let out a low sound, almost like a whine as your hand slithered up the side of his neck, coming to rest on the back of his jaw. Matt leaned into your hand, pliant and desperate already. You withdrew your hand, much to Matt’s dismay. You began to take off your clothes, still so close to him that he could feel the fabric slide against him as you removed them. His hands remained still, though not without struggle. Unlike the care you had shown his belongings, you tossed yours into one of the armchairs, leaving you in only your underclothes. You had bought them specifically for Matt and felt extremely fortunate that this was the day you had decided to wear them. Any other day, by the time he was this riled up? They would have been torn to shreds. You pressed yourself back against him, making sure that he felt what they were made of.

“Are these…” he trailed off, but you knew the end of the question. Silk

“Yes, your favorite. Such a shame you aren’t allowed to touch them yourself.” You teased emphasizing your point by brushing the side of your chest against his as you turned away from him.

“What color?” he murmured, sounding like he was about to break already.

Matt let out a shuddered gasp or a groan every time you touched him, continuing your painfully unhurried ministrations. There were light touches, some scratching, digging your nails in, and soft hands over his skin to soothe it once again. You had threatened to drag it out, and you kept your word. You gently instructed him to kneel, making sure he had the pillow beneath him. You placed his hands on his thighs, palms upward and told him to keep them that way.

After what felt like hours, you answered. “What color do you think they are?”

Matt knew you were right in front of him, your scent even stronger than it was before. Mixed with the perfumed oil you wore? He was going to lose his mind.  Matt tilted his head upward towards the sound of your voice.

“Black?”

“That’s my favorite color. They’re your favorite color. They’re a deep burgundy, the same color as the other Daredevil suit.” You described, leaning down so your lips were next to his ear. He felt the feather light touch of your hair on his shoulder. You began to sweep kisses down Matt’s neck, his head dropping back even further at the feeling. Your arms wrapped around him, clawing lightly across his shoulder blades. Matt inhaled sharply as he felt you apply pressure to the curve of his shoulder with your teeth.

You hesitated, waiting for an objection. You received none, so you continued. The sound that came out of Matt Murdock was so beautiful and you loved every second of it. You proceeded to leave marks all over the front of him, your hands running over his body softly in contrast. Satisfied with your work, you brought your lips back to his. Matt kissed you like you were the only source of air in the room; this was the only way you were allowing him to touch you of his own volition, and he took advantage of it.  Through all of this, Matt had kept his hands to himself, and you knew that had taken great restraint.  You decided to reward his good behavior. You slid off your underclothes, placing them in his hands as you praised him once again. You wore nothing but the blue goldstone crystal that hung around your neck. You never took it off, and Matt had never asked why. You would tell him, when you were ready.

“You’re doing so good for me Matty. You can feel them if you want to.”

His hands immediately grasped the fabric, fingers flying over the soft silk. Some of it was darkened and wet from you. Matt’s tongue flicked out between his lips, salivating at the thought of how wet you were right now. He heard the leather of the couch shift as you sat down and leaned forward, extending out your hand.

“Give them back now. Please.”

He did not want to. He wasn’t sure when or if you were going to let him touch you again. If these strips of silk and thread were as close as he got, he wanted to keep them. Begrudgingly, Matthew did as he was asked, handing them over to you.  Matt was so frustrated and over stimulated he almost wanted to cry.  You could see the distressed look on his face.  You had tortured him quite a bit, without even touching the most rigid part of him. He had not touched you or tried to. Not once. But you could not give in this soon.

“What do you want?”

“I want to taste you, please.”

Matt’s response was quick, eager.  He needed something, anything that you would give him.

You tilted your head considering, twisting the cord around your neck between your fingers. Matt would normally wrap his arms under your thighs and hold onto your hips when he used his tongue on you, that way his hands were always close when he needed them. This beautifully desperate man was literally begging to taste you at your feet. How could you deny him?

 “You did keep your hands to yourself, and you have been good. You have my permission to do so. Mouth only. Keep your hands on your knees or the floor.”  

You gasped at how swiftly his mouth was on you. Matt kissed the inside of your thigh, up to your hip, and back down again. You were his God tonight, and he was already on his knees- he may as well show his reverence at the altar of your hips. Matt descended on your core like a man starved. You were so drenched, and it was all for him. If heaven did not exist after this life, at least he found it between your thighs.

You reached down and buried your hands in his hair. Matt groaned underneath you, silently begging for you to pull his waves. You obliged, and he thanked you by working his tongue in circles against the most sensitive part of you. Within minutes, you were close to the edge. You felt it building, heat rushing up your legs. Matt was vicious and determined, not easing up for even a second. Your entire lower body began to tremble, and you swore you could feel him smirking between your legs. You only got vocal when you were close, and the symphony breathy, almost whispery moans spilling from your throat were Matt’s indication. He could hear your heart rate increasing wildly- any second now. Your thighs closed around his shoulders, and you finished with his name on your lips.  Matt continued to lick languidly at your core- you hadn’t told him to stop, so he wouldn’t. Suddenly you were moving, kissing him roughly, tasting yourself on his tongue and reaching down to tug at the only article of clothing that separated you.

“Off.” You growled against his mouth, standing with him as he rose to obey your command.  You broke away to look at him, now free of any barrier between you.

“Sit down, now.”

Matt hurriedly followed your order, aching for you to touch him.

“Put your hands behind your back, you’re still not allowed to touch me.”

He unwillingly did so. Matt wanted to touch you so much, the frustration that nearly brought him to tears earlier returning. He stopped breathing as he felt your legs straddle him, staying just high enough that you wouldn’t touch his cock.

“Please.” He begged, writhing his hips beneath you, hopelessly searching for friction.

Hearing Matt beg was threatening to drive you completely insane, just like hearing him moan did. You smiled wickedly as you ripped a guttural noise from him, just from running your center over the length of him.  His head fell against the back of the couch as you reached between your bodies to line yourself up with him. You were wet enough that he was fully sheathed within you in one motion. Matt’s hips moved upward instinctively, but you made him stop, regardless of how good it felt for you. Oh, gods did he feel good. You had no intention of moving- not yet anyway. Matt was breaking apart underneath you as you just sat there, tracing your hands along his chest. You would rock your hips occasionally, just to keep him on his toes. You wanted to test a theory, so you slipped your hand around Matt's throat. You felt him tense up. That was a dangerous and vulnerable place for him, and you wanted to make sure that his love of choking went both ways. Matt’s eyes brimmed with tears that threatened to spill over. He was so frustrated.

“Please.” He begged once more, as though it was the only word he knew anymore.

You applied pressure to the sides, only obstructing his blood flow. The sound that Matt made was unholy as you began to ride him, on hand on his throat, and one on the back of the couch for balance.

He was more vocal than you were normally, but he had never made this much noise. The amount of over stimulation he felt was beyond anything he had ever had. Matt was so sensitive to begin with, and the amount of hell you had just put him through was astronomical. You felt so good, and that was all that mattered in this moment. He knew he was not going to last long, and neither were you.

You felt the muscles that wrapped around him start to contract, and so did he. Your hand was still around his throat, loosened to give him a break. He stayed still, letting you do all the work just like you wanted. You were so close, and the small hitch in Matts breathing told you he was too. His breathing became more ragged, mixed in with groans and pleas of your name.

“You can touch me, take what you need.” You granted him permission, knowing he would finish any moment.

Matthews arms shot out from behind him, wrapping around your back and clawing at your spine like it would anchor him there. He sank his teeth into your neck, leaving marks to match his own. Matt tumbled over the edge with a cry that resembled a sob and he continued to thrust into you, burying his face into your throat. That was all you needed to follow him.  Your second orgasm hit you in waves, hard and fast.

It was your turn to say please, to beg.

“Matty stop, please.” You whispered.

Matt ceased the movement of his hips, the tears that you had seen in his eyes had fallen. You wiped them away as his hands roamed over you. You touched your forehead to his and held him.

“You did so well. You’re here, you’re safe. I love you.” You breathed between giving him gentle kisses and running your fingers through his hair again.

Matt’s breathing soon returned to normal, and he rested his head against your chest.

“Did you get what you needed, my love?”

He nodded, exhausted.

“Im glad. We should get you cleaned up and into something soft, don’t you think?”

His arms wrapped tighter around you in protest.

“Matty.”

“Just a couple more minutes.” He mumbled, looking like he would pass out any second.

“No, sweet boy. Now. If we wait any longer, you’re going to fall asleep. Ill wash you and your hair. You won’t have to do a thing.”

He groaned but concluded that you were right. His body jerked as you untangled yourself from him. You went to start the water in the shower, gathering up grey sweats and a hoodie for him and one of his bigger shirts and a pair of shorts for you. You helped him up from the couch and into the tub, watching the relaxation set in as the hot water ran in cascades down his body.

“Why didn’t you physically restrain me? Why did you only tell me to keep my hands to myself?” he asked , some of the high wearing off.

“Because I knew I didn’t need it. Your primary love languages are touch and acts of service Matt. I used that to my advantage. Not touching me was agonizing, but your need to please me kept your hands away. I also don’t have proper rope right now and restraining someone with anything but that is a good way to hurt yourself.”

“Huh.” He nodded as you washed his hair.

“You could absolutely be a villain with the way your brain works sometimes you know.” He concluded after some time. Matt was now washing your hair for you, even though you wanted to spoil him.

“You deserve aftercare too.”

Thank the gods for this man.

After toweling off, you both dressed, got water and got into bed. You curled around him, nuzzling into his chest and leaving kisses on all the marks you made. The sound of his breathing steadied and slowed within five minutes.  You looked up at him, asking silently how you ever deserved him, drifting to sleep at the thought of all the things you would do for him tomorrow. Matt Murdock deserved the world, and you would give it to him in whatever way you could

[leslie-lyman]

Stranger At My Gate - Chapter 6 (Pero Tovar x modern!OFC)

A time-traveling Pero. A modern woman trying her best. A kitchen full of possibility. A helping of Midwest kindness. A dash of magic. And a lot of Christmas spirit.

pairing: Pero Tovar x modern!OFC

rating: E 🚨 [18+ ONLY, minors DNI]

warnings: the smut is here, folks! Featuring: fingering; unprotected PIV (wrap it up IRL y’all, do as I say, not as I write); creampie; a smidgen of dirty talk; some fluff and feelings; some discussion of contraception/pregnancy; a hinting of angst at the end

word count: 4k-ish? (I finished writing this on my phone so I dunno the exact count)

a/n: Okay friends, it’s time for Leslie’s First Ever Post Containing Smut. Let’s do this. And let’s all just agree to stipulate that Tessa took Henry up on his offer from Chapter 3 to take Pero to the clinic for a check-up at some point before this, including an STI screening. Cool? Cool.

Previous chapter.

Masterlist.

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Six.

Tessa makes the short drive home in record time, white-knuckled on the steering wheel, more determined than she has ever been in her life to not get into an accident.

The tension in the air is now thick with anticipation, the silence between her and Pero now saturated with want. She doesn’t dare look over at him once as she drives; she knows if she does she won’t be able to look away. Pero doesn’t say anything, but she is sure out of the corner of her eye she sees him digging his fingers into his thigh.

Once home they’re barely past the threshold before he’s on her again, spinning her around and pushing her up against the door. Pero kisses like he’s hungry, like he’s starving, and her lips the only thing that will satisfy him. He presses his hips flush against her and oh that feels...impressive -

He breaks the kiss with a sharp inhale, placing both forearms on the door above her head. His eyes squeeze shut as though he’s in pain.

Tessa frowns, relaxing the two-handed grip she has on his shirt slightly.

“Pero?”

“Tell me you want this.”

It’s a plea, not a command.

Every muscle she can see in his jaw and his neck is strained, stretched tight under his skin as he practically vibrates with need.

“I would never take anything from a woman that she was not willing to give me, but I want - please, Tessa, tell me you -”

“I want this.” She slides her hands up to cup his face, the scruff on his cheeks rough against her palms. “Pero, I want you.”

She rolls her hips against him for emphasis and he hisses in response. He leans down to kiss her once more but to his surprise she dodges him, ducking under his arm and pulling him further into the house.

“Come on,” she says, eyes alight with mischief and desire, “let me show you how much.”

They leave a trail of clothes in their wake - jackets tossed over the back of the couch, shoes haphazardly scattered near the kitchen island, Tessa’s scarf abandoned in the hallway. She leads Pero down the hall in a desperate flurry of lips and teeth and hands in between the shedding of layers. When she reaches her destination she fumbles behind her for the knob and then she’s pulling Pero into her bedroom.

She starts to pull the hem of her sweater up and his hands follow it, sliding up her sides as more and more of her skin is revealed. She can’t help but wonder what he thinks of her simple, modern bra as he traces his fingertips over the edge of the material.

“Can I?” she asks, reaching for the bottom of his shirt. He nods and lets her help him get it off before she pulls him down to meet his lips again. In a casual display of strength Pero picks her up and carefully deposits her on the edge of her bed, kneeling with one knee between her legs as Tessa reaches behind her to take off her bra. Pero dares to stop kissing her for a moment to turn his attentions to her breasts instead, laving his tongue over each of her nipples in turn. He mindlessly grinds his hips against her and Tessa whimpers at how good it already feels.

She fumbles for the button on her jeans and pulls the zipper down. The sound makes Pero pause.

He sits back on the floor, resting on his heels, looking up at Tessa from between her legs. He curls his fingers at her waistband and waits.

“Go ahead,” she tells him, and he tugs her pants and underwear off in one go.

The wave of self-consciousness Tessa expects as she’s stripped completely bare before him for the first time never comes. Any nervousness she feels is instantly burned away by the fire in Pero’s eyes as they rove over her skin. He runs his hands up her legs, pressing a chaste kiss to the inside of her knee.

The shiver that runs up her spine does not go unnoticed.

“Tessa? Is something wrong?”

She’s secretly a little relieved; given the limited information she knows about attitudes towards sex in medieval Europe she hadn’t been sure what to expect from Pero. After all, he is from a time when a woman’s consent - let alone her pleasure - mattered far less than they do now. But it’s clear from the way he waits for her permission and watches how she responds to him that he’s likely to be a more selfless lover than even some of the modern men she’s dated.

She shakes her head vigorously.

“No, no it’s just - it’s been a while since someone’s touched me like this.”

Feeling bold, she guides one of his hands between her legs.

“Please don’t stop.”

The thick fingers she’s admired for so long stretch her deliciously as he slides first one, then two inside her, bringing his other hand up to rub at her clit. He devotes his entire attention to the task the way he does when he sharpens his swords, or kneads pie dough, and doesn’t stop until he’s pulled a sharp, swift orgasm from her.

When she’s come down from it, he makes quick work of his remaining clothes and settles himself over her. He captures her lips again in a bruising kiss and groans against her when he feels her hand wrap around his cock.

The soft orange light from her bedside lamp casts him in bronze, and after weeks of thinking about it she can’t believe she actually has free reign to touch him. She skims her hands over his torso, mapping out each ridge and divot of muscle and scar tissue, pressing her lips to as many marks as she can reach, determined to eventually know them all.

———

Up til now, Pero had been sure he’d lost his faith for good. But the taste of Tessa’s lips on his tongue, the feel of her soft body under his hands, the way she looks at him with such trust and adoration and pleasure as she comes undone around his fingers for the first time, is nearly enough to make him believe in holy things again.

It’s been an unbearable amount of time since he last hadn’t had to buy his pleasure from a woman, and he has no idea if this is something Tessa will ever grant him permission to do again after tonight, so he’s determined to make it count. For too long his primary concern when it comes to sex has been efficiency, and that changes now.

He moves to replace his fingers with his cock and slowly pushes into her inch by inch, carefully watching her face to make sure he isn’t hurting her. At last, his hips are flush against hers and he holds there, planting one forearm by her head so he can trail his other hand over her neck, her breasts, her stomach. In all the times he’s imagined this, he’s never been able to do justice to the way she looks and feels beneath him now.

“Magic,” he breathes against her skin, but she’s never heard him say it quite like that before, full of reverence.

Tessa giggles and shakes her head.

“It’s just me, Pero.”

He trails his lips up her sternum before nipping at her chin.

“Exactly,” he whispers, slotting his lips over hers and claiming her mouth once again.

He starts to move, the first languid stroke drawing moans from them both. Tessa shifts her hips to meet each of his thrusts, running her hands up his arms and down his back. Neither of them says anything, letting the gasps and groans and whines they pull from each other and the slick sound of their bodies moving together speak volumes.

He grasps one of her hands and brings it down to where they’re joined, encouraging her to touch herself.

“Again,” he murmurs, and Tessa nods and begins rubbing quick little circles over her clit.

He feels her start to tighten around him, needing more and more force to move his cock between the warm, wet walls of her pussy in pursuit of that delicious friction.

She throws her head back in pleasure, and he drops his head down to mouth at her neck, now beautifully exposed for him.

“Come for me, angel.” The endearment drops from his lips easily, without thought, and her body listens, clamping down and rippling around his cock as she comes with a cry of his name.

He doesn’t last long after that, each thrust pushing him closer to that inevitable cliff. He waits until the last possible moment before he tears himself from her, running his hand over his cock in harsh strokes as he coats her stomach in his release.

They’re both still shuddering through their aftershocks when Pero lets himself fall to the bed beside her. He’s careful not to further smear the mess he’s made, though he’s seized by the sudden urge to do so, to spread it out over her skin, to cover as much of her as he can with evidence of his claim. Instead, he ghosts his hand up and over the curve of her tits, gently taking hold of her chin and turning her face towards him.

“Are you alright?” he asks. The smile that spreads across her lips fills him with an entirely new kind of warmth. She nods, and leans into his hand on her cheek.

“Give me a minute, okay?” She shuffles off the bed, grabbing a tissue from the box on the nightstand to clean herself off, and retreats into the bathroom.

———

When she emerges, Pero is sitting on the edge of her bed, elbows resting in his knees. He looks up when he hears her open the door. He appears a little lost, and her heart squeezes in her chest at the sight.

“You okay?” she asks.

“I wasn’t, I wasn’t sure if - ” he huffs, looking around everywhere but at her, like he’s annoyed at his own uncertainty. “I wasn’t sure of the extent to which I’d be welcome in your bed. If you’d rather I return to my own room for the night, then - ”

“No,” Tessa says, a little more forcefully than she’d intended. She cannot believe how adorable Pero is in this moment. If he’d only been interested in sex, he could have gone back to his own bed already. But instead he waited here, in her room, to see if she might want him to stay, which could only mean that’s what he wants, too. Even if - silly, stubborn, ridiculous man that he is - he’d never come out and say so.

“Sleep here,” she tells him. “Please.”

Some of the tension slips out of his shoulders. Tessa turns off the light and walks around to the other side of the bed. Pero slips under the covers with her. It’s a little awkward until she scoots over to him, tucking herself under his arm and against his side. She hooks a knee slightly over his leg and lets her hand rest on his bare chest. His heart beats awfully fast under her palm and she lazily massages his skin there as if she could calm it that way.

“This okay?” she whispers, turning to look up at him. Even in the dark, she can make out the broad strokes of his handsome face just inches from hers.

He nods and she feels more than hears the mhm that rumbles from his chest. She wriggles herself just a little bit closer to him.

She knows they should talk about this. But it can wait until morning, she decides. For now, the warmth of him next to her is too good and comforting to do anything else.

“Goodnight, Pero.”

The last thing she feels before she drifts off is his arms wrapping around her and his lips ghosting over her temple.

———

It is already light out when Pero wakes the next morning.

For a moment, he’s terribly disoriented. Still caught partway in the world of dreams, he’s only able to recognize the bed and the room he’s in as not his own.

The sudden memory of where he is and why jerks him fully awake.

He’s in Tessa’s room. He’s in Tessa’s bed.

He’s never been in here before. Now, in the daylight, he sits up and gets a much better look at it. The walls are a soft yellow, the bed covered in a fluffy white duvet. A chunky pale pink knitted blanket that probably normally covers the foot of the bed has been shoved to the soft rug that lays over most of the hardwood floor. A little writing desk sits in the corner, and there’s a dresser across from the bed on which sits a small TV. There are several piles of books scattered around the room. It’s warm and cozy and inviting, and feels very Tessa.

Though speaking of which, the woman in question is nowhere to be seen.

Pero lets himself fall back into the pillows. He turns his face into the fabric and shamelessly inhales the smell of shampoo and detergent and Tessa that lingers there. His cock twitches as he recalls how he’d buried his nose into her neck and breathed in her scent as she’d come around him for the second time last night, mewling his name in his ear.

He rubs a hand over his face. He has no idea where to go from here. If he were back in his own time he wouldn’t have even stayed the night in a woman’s company, but he’d been relieved when Tessa had asked him to spend the night with her. It had been a better night’s sleep than any he could recall in recent memory.

His main fear that she would not return his desires has thankfully turned out to be unfounded. But now what?

After getting out of bed and taking the barest second to slip on underwear, Pero opens the door and resolves to find out.

———

Tessa is halfway through a glass of orange juice and a peach yogurt when Pero enters the kitchen. His naked torso is a hell of a thing to behold in the morning sun. She didn’t think it was possible to be this captivated by a man’s shoulders, but here she was...

The sight of him makes her more nervous than she’d thought she’d be. The morning after you sleep with someone is always an emotional minefield, and that goes at least double when the person you’ve slept with is your temporary time-traveling roommate. Tessa knows Pero wants her, but what does he want from her? What happens now?

More than anything, she hopes she hasn’t torched the friendship they have. She hates to think that things might be stilted or weird between them now that they’ve added sex into the mix.

He leans against the corner of her fridge, looking far too good for 9am.

“Hi,” she says shyly.

Pero juts his chin in the direction of the food in front of her.

“You started breakfast without me?”

To anyone else, his tone would sound like an accusation, but to Tessa’s immense relief, she knows Pero’s only teasing her.

“I was hungry, and you were sleeping so peacefully, I couldn’t bear to disturb you.”

A corner of Pero’s mouth tilts upward and he walks around the corner of the island towards her.

She both hears and sees his breath catch when he realizes that she’s wearing an old t-shirt, a pair of blue lace panties...and nothing else. He stops dead in his tracks and unabashedly stares, his gaze taking in the way the lace covers very little, the way her ass sticks out just a bit as she leans against the counter, the way every inch of her legs is on display to him.

In this moment, Tessa knows this wasn’t a one-and-done thing for him. This wasn’t him just getting something out of his system. He’s still the taciturn, secretly sweet man who likes to tease her about things, but he’s also the man who is already thinking about fucking her again.

The knowledge gives her the confidence to say what she says next.

“You know, I was thinking about last night, and something occurred to me that you should know.”

Pero hums in interest, dragging his eyes up to her face.

“You don’t need to pull out.”

There’s a terribly unattractive sound as Pero chokes on his own spit. Tessa can see the implications of her casual statement cross his face, and it would be almost comical if he didn’t suddenly seem so distressed.

“Not for whatever reasons you’re thinking,” she hurries to reassure him. “I just mean that, I assume you did so out of the obvious pregnancy risk, and while I definitely appreciate that, it’s unnecessary.”

Pero’s face flips through another rapid series of expressions before settling on something resembling what Tessa thinks might be concern. Or perhaps, inexplicably, sorrow.

“You can’t have children?”

Tessa shoves up the sleeve of her t-shirt and bares her bicep.

“See this?” She points to a thin raised line of skin about an inch long in her upper arm. “It’s a contraceptive implant. A tiny little rod that inhibits my body’s ability to get pregnant. It’s not permanent, but for now it means I can have sex without worrying about getting knocked up. So you don’t have to pull out. You can come inside me,” she clears her throat, suddenly unable to meet his eye, “you know, if you want.”

Pero traces the outline of the implant with his thumb.

“If I want?” he says in disbelief, dropping his voice into a register that is positively sinful. He steps into her space, resting his hands on the counter on either side of her. He moves slowly, deliberately, the look in his eye turning downright predatory, but Tessa isn’t afraid.

“Do you honestly think if given the opportunity to come - ” he reaches down and cups her between her legs, “while feeling this gorgeous, wet cunt - ” he grinds the heel of his palm slightly up against her clit, and her eyes flutter closed, “wrapped around my cock as I fill it up - ” his fingers nudge her panties aside to tease her slit and find her already dripping for him, “that there is any possibility at all that I would not want to?”

Tessa doesn’t respond except to squirm against his hand, seeking more friction. She pulls him closer so she can feel the hard length of him, clearly visible through his briefs, up against her hip. Pero dips a finger inside of her, revelling in the way she clenches and tries to grind down against him.

“Is there something you want, Tessa?”

It takes her a moment to wrangle her thoughts into a coherent sentence, but Tessa makes one last attempt to regain the balance of power here. She pushes Pero’s hand away, and before his brow can fully furrow in confusion she turns around, bracing her hips against the counter and pushing her ass back against him.

“Same thing you do, it seems,” she says over her shoulder at him.

Tessa has only a second to admire how cute the way his lips part in astonishment is before Pero’s brain seems to catch up with the rest of him and he moves, stripping off his briefs and tearing her panties down her legs with so much force she’s pretty sure she hears a seam rip. She braces herself on her forearms and pops up on her toes as he lines himself up, slowly working his cock inside her. Once he’s sheathed to the hilt inside her pussy he pauses to let them both adjust and she’s grateful. He feels even bigger like this, and when he sweeps one hand up inside her shirt to gently tug on one of her nipples it makes her moan and squeeze around him.

“Fuck,” he grits out behind her. “So tight for me, angel.”

The word makes Tessa’s insides flip in the most pleasurable way.

“I like - ah - I like when you call me that.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhm,” she murmurs, “and I also like it when you move.” She tries to arch her back more, to take more of him inside her if it were possible.

Pero chuckles, leaning down to softly bite at her shoulder.

“Impatient little thing.”

“Hey now, I’m just - oh!”

Pero withdraws almost all the way before snapping his hips and filling her once more.

“Again,” Tessa gasps. “Pero, please.”

He is all too happy to oblige. He sets a much rougher, faster pace than the night before, and with every thrust Tessa swears she can feel him in her stomach, in her chest, in her throat. She has no leverage whatsoever, no ability to control or help or match his movements, she can only brace herself and take it.

“F-feels so good,” she tells him, as if the amount of slick coating his cock and her thighs wasn’t clue enough. “Wanna feel you come, Pero - ”

“You - first - ” he grunts, reaching to swipe his fingers over her clit. It’s well-intended, but not quite the rhythm she needs. She opens her mouth to tell him it’s fine, don’t worry about it, but before she can he grabs a fistful of her t-shirt with his other hand and pulls her more upright against him, changing the angle of his thrusts as he punches up against her cervix and oh there it is, the new combination of sensations enough to tip her over into her climax.

Pero groans out something in his native tongue that she’s pretty sure is a curse as her walls lock down around him and he fucks her through it. She reaches up behind her to card her fingers through his hair and urges him on - come on, Pero, that’s it come for me, I want it, it’s okay, just let go - and for the first time in his life Pero doesn’t worry about where he comes. He lets his orgasm overtake him and pulls Tessa back onto his cock, succumbing to the primal urge to bury himself as deep as he can with a broken moan of Tes-sa...

When he has nothing left to give her he lets go of her shirt and Tessa collapses onto the counter, the smooth stone cooling her heated body. Pero folds himself over her and nuzzles at her neck, placing a gentle kiss just below her ear as he tries to catch his breath.

Is he always this affectionate after he comes, she wonders giddily, or is it just with me?

She turns her head to the side to rest her cheek on the quartz as Pero eases his softening cock from her body, neither of them in any rush to move or clean up the spend that starts to trickle down Tessa’s thighs. Pero runs a soothing hand over her hip, his fingers gently exploring the plush swell of her ass.

When the post-orgasm haze finally clears from Tessa’s vision, her gaze falls on the scattering of magnets and other bits and bobs attached to her fridge. In the middle of them all is her calendar, and with a jolt of anxiety she zeroes in on the little box circled in black ink. December 21st.

Just over three weeks from today.

Pero shifts his weight behind her slightly. Tessa squeezes her eyes shut and chooses to focus instead on how good his still-wandering hands feel on her body, how she can’t help but shiver in their wake.

Three weeks is a long time, she tells herself. More than enough time to enjoy whatever this now is between them before Pero leaves.

She almost believes it.

Chapter 7.

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a/n: So I’m ultimately pretty pleased with how this chapter turned out, but I am still awfully nervous about posting it. Not to be even more openly thirsty for feedback/validation than usual, but if you enjoyed it, maybe let me know??

And a quick note about the timing of upcoming chapters: I’m on vacation with my family through the 27th and expect to have very little, if any, time/energy to write anything more until I get home. I already have a good portion of the next chapter written, and my hope is to get it finished and posted towards the end of next week, but we will see. I really wanted to have this story finished by Christmas, but it was not meant to be. I hope you all don’t mind this story and its holiday vibes extending into January! Overall, my best guess is that there are three chapters left (or at least, no fewer than three).

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, ya filthy animals. ❤️

[uppermocns-moved]

𝘢𝘰𝘵 + 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘥

eren, armin, levi, jean

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 – nsfw (minors don’t like/reblog/respond), mentions of hard kinks, female reader. shifts in and out of canonverse/modernverse so use your imagination! 

𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘫𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘳 

always dominant. can be hard or soft dom depending on the mood.

into harder kinks (with heavy communication and consent): somno, breeding, impact play, breath play, free use, etc.

super high sex drive and usually always horny. when he’s bored, he’ll jerk off to pictures you’ve sent him and porn you’ve made together (he’s not camera shy), but never let himself cum, just lazily edge.

he edges for days at a time – not only goes it feel so fucking good, but it gives him thicker loads to pump inside you later.

obsessed with cumming inside you. he’ll fuck load after load as deep as he can inside you, watch in awe as it leaks out of you, then use his fingers to push it back in. he’s not shy about his possessiveness and this is just a further reminder that you’re his.

secretly doesn’t mind when you scratch up his back – he loves looking in the mirror and seeing visual evidence of how good he made you feel.

also secretly loves when you give him hickies in obvious spots. he does absolutely nothing to hide them, he loves reminding everyone of his place. it’s a nonverbal way of saying “i’m taken, fuck off”

wouldn’t care if he broke his neck from you riding his face. he welcomes it, actually.

heavily into bdsm (emphasis on the s&m), and dom/sub dynamics. while he loves perfect little subs that’ll treat him like some sort of god, he adores when you get bratty and talk back. makes things a lot more fun.

loves embarrassing you.

“my god, baby, can fuckin’ hear how wet you are.” “soaking your panties and i didn’t even fuckin’ touch you. what’s got you so wet, sweetheart? thinking of my cock?” “that felt good, didn’t it? don’t hide from me, pumpkin, let me see your pretty face.”

threesomes. foursomes. you name it. while eren’s possessive over you, he doesn’t mind sharing with his friends (if you consent, of course). he loves knowing how worked up everyone gets over his girlfriend, loves fucking you in front of them to show everyone how wrapped around his finger you are.

safeword! mean and rough is what eren does best. even while he’s slapping you around and calling you dummy, or an eager little slut for his cock, he’ll still check in with you and make sure you’re still feeling good and enjoying yourself. he may like hurting you, but he never wants to actually hurt you. never forgets aftercare, either, you’re still his precious angel that he loves more than anyone.

he’s incredibly vocal – dirty talk, moaning, growling, cursing, degradation.

if you’re too tired to go all the way, he loves mutual masturbation, or jerking himself off while you talk dirty in his ear. always wants to hear what you want him to do to you.

big fan of including toys, usually always fucking you with your magic wand on your clit.

sex without the power dynamics is still very intense and passionate. lots of making out, scratching his back and pulling him closer, deep thrusts, curses, eren telling you he loves you, kissing your forehead while you cum.

𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘵

doesn’t really involve himself in strict power dynamics. he’s very versatile and the role he assumes depends on the mood.

prefers biting over spanking and choking you with his fingers over wrapping a hand around your throat (but he will do both).

loves eating pussy and will tease you by gently kissing you through your panties. definitely bites your inner thighs. whispers to you from between your legs and tells you how good you taste. makes you cum over and over, each time moaning into your core and tightening his grip on your thighs to keep you right where he wants you. he only stops when you’re crying and twitching, physically unable to cum one more time.

loves when you’re rough and press his face into your pussy or pull his hair to guide his mouth where you want it. you can hurt him a little. as a treat.

loves when you grab him by the chin and pull him up for a desperate kiss after he eats you out for hours.

goes heavy on the body worship, especially when you wear pretty lil outfits for him.

memorized your body and knows it better than you do. he knows when you’re close, you can’t hide from him.

his possessive side comes out hardcore during sex – armin doesn’t share. he’ll bite marks into your flesh and use his sweet, soft-spoken voice to get into your head. he wants to be the only thought in your mind, the source of all your pleasure.

“mine. you’re all mine. not fuckin’ sharing you.”

if you want him to, he can be fucking mean. he contrasts his harsh words with gentle touches, or tells you sweet things while patting your cheek just a little too rough. it’s almost scary how effortlessly he can change his demeanor to someone entirely different.

loves when you come by to “help” him study (lazily jerk him off while he does his required reading and assignments).

actually just loves when you jerk him off for that matter, especially when he gets to rut into your fist until he’s overstimulated and making a mess of your hand.

easily excitable – just gotta kiss him with tongue all soft and slow and he’ll get all flustered poking against your leg

obsessed with having his mouth on your tits – sucking them, licking them, letting his hand palm and grope at the one not receiving attention.

eye contact is a massive turn on and makes everything feel so much more intimate. he’ll gently grab your chin and redirect your sight, or give your inner thigh a little nip to make you open your eyes again. “focus on me, sweet girl.”

armin’s weaknesses are praise and heavy personal attention. sometimes he’s stressed out and just needs you to take care of him. he’ll sit between your legs, back pressed to your front, and let you stroke him until he’s overstimulated or so pent-up from denial. it makes him dizzy when you whisper praise in his ear, telling him how pretty he looks and how good he’s being for you.

“you wanna cum for me, pretty boy? that feel good? you like when i touch you like this, don’t you? such a good boy for me, armin.”

𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘪 𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯

no defined power dynamic/roles – you do whatever the mood calls for. sometimes he’s pounding you into next week, sometimes you’re denying him orgasms for two hours straight until his voice cracks when he begs.

that being said, levi is a natural brat-tamer and can be a hard dom when he’s agitated and needs to blow off steam. his job is literally to keep brats in check – he doesn’t tolerate insubordination or backtalk (sometimes you test that out though). 

restraining your arms behind your back with his belt, spanking you until you can’t sit, reprimanding slaps, filthy degradation, punishing thrusts. he can be mean. 

“soaking through your panties and i didn’t even touch you. pathetic.” “i wasn’t fucking asking. knees, now.” 

he’s a masochist and loves when you scratch up his back, wrap a hand around his throat, bite him, pull his hair, etc.

borderline sadistic in the way that he will make you cum twenty times before he even considers letting up. he’s relentless. 

loves watching you get yourself off, or make out with you while you get each other off 

gets weak when you pull him in by the shirt collar

holds your hands :)

quickies are usually the only option due to your chaotic schedules. you get at least five minutes alone together, you don’t take it for granted. 

slow morning sex is his favorite – the sun is barely peeking over the horizon and you don’t have to worry about the outside world yet. it’s just the two of you and you can really take your time. 

starts off kind of shy about being vocal and you need to ease him into it

after he finishes, he’ll take a moment to caress and admire your pretty face and kiss your forehead, then make a teasing comment about how you’re sweaty. 

gets a little carried away and accidentally rips all the buttons off your shirt

giving you head is a form of stress relief for him, he really just loves pleasuring you 

takes incredible care of you afterwards – acts as a crutch when your legs are too shaky, gets you water, wipes away messes with a damp cloth, even runs you a bath if you have that much time.

“tch. don’t say i never do anything for you, brat.”

likes when you give him hickies in spots that his uniform will cover. it’s a secret that only the two of you are in on.

levi gets a little publicly affectionate when you return to your duties after having sex – still incredibly reserved, but he’ll ruffle your hair and look at you with the fondest eyes. maybe give your hand a squeeze if nobody’s looking.

𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘪𝘯

naturally dominant. typically a softer dom unless you provoke him, then he has no issue roughing you up and fucking you into a drooling mess.

so big and strong and loves any position that demonstrates that – fucking you against the wall with your legs wrapped tight around his hips, stand-and-carry, having you on top and bouncing you like you weigh nothing. 

loves when you dig your nails into his back

slightly prefers ass over tits but is overall a leg/thigh kind of guy. includes feet. i’m so sorry.

stockings/thigh high socks/fishnets/garters absolutely knock him out 

great stamina while you’re fucking but almost instantly falls asleep when you’re done. or just wants to cuddle. 

mildly into somnophilia (receiving – loves being woken up with blowjobs)

praises you heavily while you’re riding him

“that’s it, just like that. good girl. good fucking girl.” 

can get a little too romantic when he’s really close and not thinking clearly

“gonna make me cum, angel, love this pussy so fucking much. love you so fucking much.” 

prefers cumming inside you but he’s really just happy to be included 

he gets a little goofy during quickies and does things like bite your asscheek before eating you out. 

secretly loves when you tie his wrists to the headboard and use him however you want. overstimulation is one of his favorite things, especially when it’s your hand forcing orgasm after orgasm from him. 

generally into rope-play but also really likes using his hands and sheer strength alone

bite his bottom lip or gently touch his upper thigh and he’s instantly hard

he’s a hopeless romantic! masturbating alone isn’t the same! he likes dirty-talking on the phone with you when you’re not together, or he just waits until you are. 

will break the headboard and dent the wall if he gets carried away

loves shower sex after stressful days

gets hard from making out – especially if you’re half-dressed on his lap and grinding against his bulge. sometimes he can feel you all warm and throbbing through your panties and he almost blacks out. 

worships your pussy but he will actually start writing his vows the moment you take him down your throat. 

request your fav here. more of my writing. 

[marlena-immortale]

New Experiences: Part 1

Summary: Damiano wants to explore a new kink and is nervous to bring it up with you, but you ease his nerves. 

CW: SMUT, masturbation, anal play, choking, d/s dynamic (dom reader), dirty talk, discussion of pegging 

Word Count: 2.3k

Damiano David is a confident man. Anyone that’s met him can see it. He knows he’s hot and he doesn’t care what other people think of him, except for you. He holds your opinion very highly and definitely cares what you think about him. So when he discovers something new about himself that he wants to try out, he is very hesitant to bring it up to you. He knows that you’d never judge him and you’d probably even be into it, but his nervousness seems to still be weighing on him. 

A few weeks ago, Damiano was scrolling through Instagram when he found a post of a man dressed in panties, arching his back and bent over, with a woman’s hand on his back pushing him down. He could feel his cheeks heat up and couldn’t help but screenshot the picture (for research purposes only of course). He didn’t know why it had such an effect on him but he decided to file that away to deal with at another time. 

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Days later, you were out with your friends and Damiano had the whole house to himself. He lays down on your shared bed, cuddled up in the freshly-washed sheets. He opens his phone and finds the picture his mind just won’t let go of. Without realizing it, his other hand drifts down his own body, pretending it’s the girl’s in the picture, or better yet, your hand. He imagines your breath in his ear as you push him down into the mattress. His hand tucks inside his underwear and starts playing with his half-hard dick. 

He lets out a frustrated moan as he imagines your hips pressing into his ass. He puts his phone down, his imagination more than enough now, and brings his other hand down the back of his underwear, reaching in as he shifts to lean more on his side. His finger makes its way down further and he presses it lightly to his hole. He gasps at the new sensation but it turns into a moan once he decides that he really likes the feeling. He lets himself experiment a bit and starts rubbing little circles against his rim. His mind clouds with thoughts of you telling him what a good boy he’s being, moaning so loud and making such pretty noises while he explores himself. He can feel this new sensation all over his body and instantly knows that this will be a staple in his self-pleasure routine from now on. 

His other hand quickens its pace on his cock as he reaches his climax much quicker than expected. He can feel his hole contract on the very tip of his finger as he cums all over himself, his body shaking with pleasure. He sits there for a moment, processing what he just did and how good it felt, realizing that he definitely has to work up the courage to bring it up with you now. 

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The next day, he wakes up to an empty bed and the smell of coffee and carries himself to the kitchen to find you making espresso. You turn around to see your lovely boyfriend clad only in his snug underwear and open oversized flannel falling off his toned shoulders. A smile spreads across your face at the sight, pouring two cups of coffee. You can tell that he seems a little nervous for some reason by his hesitancy to walk closer to you like he normally would. He stays rooted by the doorway, shifting his weight from one foot, to the other, to the doorframe, and back. 

“Everything ok baby?” you ask while setting cups down on the table in front of him and pulling out the two chairs and sitting down. Damiano follows your lead and sits across from you, taking a sip from his coffee. 

“Yeah, everything’s fine…. I just have something I wanna talk to you about,” he confesses, his eyes casting down at his cup held tightly in his hands. 

You try not to get nervous yourself at his hesitancy to tell you. “Okay, what is it? You can tell me anything,” you respond, reaching to take one of his hands in your own, stroking his thumb. The gesture calms him down a bit and he takes a deep breath before replying.

“There’s something new I want to try…. like, in the bedroom,” he says, attempting to maintain eye contact the whole time. You instantly relax, a small smile now on your face, knowing it’s not anything serious and that you’d be happy to try anything he’s interested in.

“I’ve been thinking that maybe we could try…. pegging?” he says, surprised at his own hesitancy to admit his secret to you. You’re not sure why he was so nervous, it’s not like you haven’t casually brought it up before or joked around about it. In fact, you’re more than willing to try it out with him and already have some fun ideas swirling around in your head about how this could go. 

“Is that all? I’d love to fuck you darling,” you offer with a smile, threading your fingers through his own now sweaty ones. His face fills with relief and he lets go of some of the tension in his shoulders. “How about we go to my favorite sex shop and pick something out together?” you offer. 

“That sounds good. You’re really into this right? You’re not just doing this for me?” 

“Oh trust me, I am most definitely into this,” you say as you stand up and stalk over to his side of the table, climbing onto his lap, running your hands over his chest. “I can’t wait to have you trembling beneath me, my cock deep inside of you,” you whisper into his ear. You hear a soft whimper come from his mouth.  

Your words ease his worries, and also makes his heart beat a little faster and breath get a little heavier. You take his jaw into your hand and guide him to look up at you as you continue, “I’ll take it slow though baby, don’t worry. I’ll have you all stretched out and ready for me. You’ll be making such pretty noises for me, I promise it’ll feel so good”. You can see his eyes dilate and feel him getting a little excited when you shift your hips in his lap. Your hand travels lower to wrap lightly around his neck and his head tilts up, allowing you more access to feel his blood pumping under his skin. “How’s that sound baby boy? Do you like the sound of that?” 

He nods dumbly and you let him try again. “Words sweetheart,” you urge. 

“Yes, yes that sounds… really nice”.

“Yeah? Good. Why don’t you use that pretty voice to tell me exactly what you want” you whisper. It’s so easy for you to have him blushing and whimpering like putty in your hands. You just barely tighten your fingers around his throat and listen to his breath hitch and a pathetic noise leave his mouth, surprising even him. 

“I want you…” he trails off. 

“Aww, did my baby get all shy?” you coo at him. 

“I um, I want you to… I want you to shove your fingers inside me and thrust so deep I can feel you everywhere. I bet you’d just love to see me all helpless and fucked out,” he says, his bratty energy coming out in full force. His eyes are dark and lidded as he looks at you with a smirk. You raise an eyebrow, a smirk appears on your own face, seeing how he wants to play this game now. 

“You’re right baby, I would love that, to have you writhing and desperate, grinding your hips down onto me,” you say with a tight grip on his throat and the other hand slipping down to his inner thigh for emphasis. A broken whine escapes his pretty lips and you feel his erection growing against your ass. 

“But I guess you’ll just have to wait for now,” you say with a cocky smile, and swiftly lift yourself off of him with a quick kiss to his cheek, leaving him turned on and missing the feeling of you on his lap. 

-------

   The next day, you’re on your way to the sex shop, Damiano practically hanging off of you as you walk to the entrance, a lazy smile plastered across both of your faces. When you get to the shop, you immediately guide him to the section in the front where you know the strap-on harnesses are. His cheeks heat up, imagining you wearing it, and his head instantly goes to burrow into the space between your neck and shoulder. You run your fingers through his hair, stroking his scalp soothingly and when you see that it’s just an embarrassed smile on his face and not anything bad, you pick out a nice leather harness and lead him to the dildo section. 

You can tell that he’s getting all shy and a little subby so you decide to play with him a bit. “Why don’t you pick out one you like, sweetheart?” you ask him, your fingers tilting his chin up and to the wall of dildos in front of you. He looks around, flustered and slightly overwhelmed by all the decisions. He’s still attached to your side, acting less bratty than usual, being too out of his element to attempt to annoy you. This sweeter side of him is just about the cutest thing you’ve ever seen and you plan to see just how sweet you can make him. 

“I want you to pick it out for me,” he whispers, still a little ashamed even though there’s no one nearby. 

“Are you sure baby?” you ask, honored that he trusts you to make the best decision for him. 

“Yes,” he says, nodding while pawing at your waist like a little puppy wanting all of your attention. You melt seeing him be so cute and submissive for you. 

You look to the wall of dildos and find the perfect one; a pretty pastel pink one that’s as close as you can find to Damiano’s actual size, “so you can get a taste of your own medicine,” you say with a wink, placing it in your basket. 

His blush deepens pinker than the dildo realizing that he’s intimidated by his own length. You guide him further into the store, the both of you still with stupid smiles across your face, so enamored and in love with each other. You find the lingerie section and pick out a pretty white lacy set for him, knowing he loves the feeling of lace against his skin and knowing just how sexy  he’ll look in it.

You pick up a few more supplies you’ll need for the big night and check out at the counter before walking back to the car. As soon as you put the bag in the backseat and get situated in your seat, you look over at your beautiful boyfriend and sub to find him looking more embarrassed than he has been all day which was strange considering you’re alone now and not staring at a wall of dildos. 

You look down to see the cause of Damiano’s embarrassment; the growing bulge in his pants. You smile, knowing how shy he gets about getting hard so easily. 

“Aw, my poor sensitive puppy, always so easily turned on,” you say, leaning in close, your breath on his neck and your fingers brushing gently across his clothed erection, teasing him. As soon as he whimpers and starts to buck up into your hand, you sit back up and start the car. 

“Nooo, please touch me,” he whines when you start pulling out of the parking lot. 

You laugh and respond, “Well if you behave like a good boy, I’ll give you a nice reward when we get home”. He pouts but doesn’t say anything else. “Are you gonna be a good boy for me?”

“Yes, I promise,” Damiano desperately responds, needing some sort of release. 

“Okay then, I want you to unzip your pants, pull your cock out, and make yourself cum,” you instruct him, keeping your eyes on the road ahead of you. His hands immediately fumble at his zipper, trying to get it down as quickly as possible. He pulls his pants and underwear down just far enough to pull himself out of them and immediately begins softly stroking. You can feel yourself getting turned on hearing his noises beside you as you navigate your car along the highway. He gasps as his thumb rubs across his tip, his head thrown back and hips moving of their own accord.    

“C’mon baby, I know you can do better than that,” you encourage him condescendingly. 

“Please, I need your hand,” Damiano begs you as he desperately strokes himself, staring at your hands clutching the steering wheel. 

“Aw honey, I know you can do it yourself. You’re being such a good boy for me,” you say. Your words bring him closer to his climax as his hand speeds up on his cock. The car fills with the beautiful sounds of Damiano’s moans and gasps and quiet whimpers of your name that barely are able to make it past his lips. He only needs a few more strokes until he’s loudly moaning and spilling all over his own hand and shirt. 

“This is gonna be fun,” you say, a big smile on your face as Damiano catches his breath, recovering from his orgasm.

[kingkatsuki]

Sunrise | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

This is a reupload from my other Tumblr account!

This was based on an incredible thirst post that I read by @phasmwrites​. I hope you all enjoy it!💕

Warnings: 18+, cockwarming, foreplay.

Word Count: 1815.

Bright rays of sunlight streamed through the parted blinds to your bedroom, the gentle sound of birds chirping outside slowly pulled you from your slumber as you felt the firm body of your boyfriend behind you. It was one of those rare mornings where neither of you had work, so you had the luxury of going to bed without having to set an alarm to tear you away from bliss at an ungodly hour.

Lifting your phone to check the time you smiled to yourself as you noticed it was still early, nuzzling your head back into your pillow as you prepared to ease yourself back into a deep sleep, intent on getting at least two more hours before your body insisted on you getting out of bed. Your form snuggling back into the taut body of your boyfriend. Feeling a hardness poking against your rear as you made yourself comfortable.

“Careful, Princess.” A husky voice rasped behind you, the strong arm around your waist tightening its grip as he held you firm against him, feeling his desire behind you, “I hope you weren’t getting up.”

“I wasn’t,” You murmured, involuntarily rolling your hips back against Bakugou’s as you felt him hiss behind you, his fingertips digging into your pelvis as you pressed yourself against him, “I was just getting more comfortable.”

“Yeah?” He goaded, his other arm sliding underneath your head to bring you closer to him, his bare chest pressed snugly against your back.

“Yeah,” You hummed, feeling his hand slowly slide underneath his shirt that you had stolen from him, slowly tracing his blunt nails along your naked skin.

“Better not be.” He growled, a possessive undertone to it as he pressed his hips against your ass once more, “We’re staying in bed all fuckin’ day.”

“But we’ve got things to do, Katsuki. We never get the same day off.” You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been lucky enough to wake up in bed with your lover, the amount of times you’d feel him pressing a chaste kiss to your temple before he had to leave for his Pro-Hero work, or you’d meet him by the front door as he was returning home while you had your own shift to attend. This? This felt like paradise.

“I’ve got something to do.” His hot breath fanned your cheek as his lips pressed against the shell of your ear, his large hand sliding up to squeeze one of your breasts in his palm.

Your mouth parted in a silent moan at the sensation, your nipple hardening under his grasp as you felt him begin to toy with your skin, massaging it as he began to press slow, sensual kisses against your exposed neck.

“‘Suki,” You whimpered, feeling him take your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it between his digits languidly as he continued to roll his hips against your own with no sense of urgency.

“You complaining?” Bakugou smirked against your neck when he felt you shake your head, rubbing your thighs together to ease some of the pent up tension in your core, desperate for any kind of relief.

“No-” You mewled, the sound leaving your lips in a continued ‘oh’ as Bakugou’s teeth latched onto your neck, suckling the soft skin as he tugged your nipple away from your body, holding it taut before releasing it as your breast bounced with the motion.

“Better not be, this is your fault.” Bakugou ground his hard cock against your ass for emphasis as you felt his lips curl into a smug grin against your neck.

You whined as you felt Bakugou’s hand slide out from under your shirt, slowly gliding along your exposed thighs as he moved to free his aching cock from his boxer-briefs. Tugging the material down, so it sat around the curve of his ass as you felt pre-cum stroke against your ass, instinctively moving your body back against his own, desperate for any kind of friction against your needy cunt.

“So impatient.” Bakugou chastised, pressing his thick cock between the swell of your ass, your underwear slipping between your cheeks as he began to rut himself against you.

“Don’t be such a tease, Katuski.” You murmured, moving your hand back to try and grab his length between your fingers, but Bakugou was quick to grab your wrist in his large palm, a low ‘tut’ leaving his lips as his hand moved to tug your panties down. You felt your slick stringing against the material as he slipped the fabric down your thighs, leaving you to kick them off your legs as the panties remained hanging around one of your ankles. Bakugou’s large palm was quick to lift your thigh, slipping his hardness between your legs as he pressed himself against your slick heat.

“What’s the rush?” He groaned, feeling his thick girth spread your labia as he began to roll his hips against you, hitting the curve of your ass with each movement. The bulging head of his cock brushing against your puffy clit with each movement, giving you gentle stimulation, but you needed more. “Fuck, you’re wet.”

“Please, Suki.” Your body trembled against his, feeling the thick head of his cock pressing against your tight entrance, trying to grind yourself back against him to get him to slip inside your wet heat.

“So fuckin’ needy,” Bakugou growled when he felt the tip of his cock breach your quivering hole, feeling you desperately trying to suck him further inside your wetness. His forehead falling onto your shoulder as he slowly slid himself deeper inside your cavern, feeling your inner walls constricting around him as he bottomed out inside you. His heavy balls pressed tight against your ass as he stayed still for a moment to adjust to the sensation, feeling you slowly begin to clench around him. He lifted one of your thighs to rest against his own, giving him more space to fill you up.

“Shit, so tight.” He growled, his calloused hand squeezing your hip as he held you steady, slipping around to your front as he pressed his index and middle fingers against your clit.  

“Katsuki.” You whimpered as he began to rub messy circles against your nub, your head falling back onto his shoulder as his hand moved down to tug your shirt up, allowing him to squeeze your breasts as he felt your inner walls quiver around him. Not bothering to move his hips as he watched you desperately trying to grind yourself against him.

“Wanna watch you cum on my cock.” He mumbled, vermilion eyes boring into your face as he watched your lips part in a constant whine, your breath coming out in short pants as he continued to work your clit, “Could stay like this all fuckin’ day.”

“We can,” You smiled, turning your head to the side to press a kiss against his jaw, his rough stubble tickling your lips as you nuzzled against him affectionately, “Got nothing else to do today.”

“Yeah?” His eyes met your own gaze, leaning down to bring you into a sloppy kiss, “You want me to stay buried inside your tight little pussy all day?”

You mewled in affirmation against his lips, his hot breath fanned your face as you felt your cunt clench around Bakugou’s thick girth as he continued to tease your clit.

“So pretty,” He continued to roll his hips against yours languidly, “Gonna cum for me?”

You felt the coil inside you tightening as Bakugou worked you towards your release, pressing down harder against your clit as he willed you to cum for him, moving his head back so he could watch you come undone against him.

“Come on, Princess. Cum all over my cock.” Your mouth parted in a loud groan as you felt your cunt begin to pulsate against him, his tip pressed snugly against the spongy spot inside you as you felt your eyes roll back slightly, your orgasm slowly crashing down around you.

“Katuski.” His name came out as a high-pitched whine as he continued to stroke sloppy circles against your clit, grunting when he felt you try and clench your thighs together to get him to stop his movements, the pleasure becoming too intense.

“Oi, spread your legs.” He growled, pressing his fingers down harder against your clit, “I’m not fuckin’ done.”

“Katsuki, please. I can’t.” You whimpered, catching your lower lip between your teeth as you continued to grind your lower half against him, riding out your orgasm as you quivered around him.

“Yes, you can.” He growled, his fingers unrelenting against your clit as he felt your sloppy heat continue to clench around him in the aftershocks of your orgasm, “Come on. I know you’ve got one more in there for me-”

“So pretty for me, warming my cock like this.” He murmured against your neck, leaving another bite beside the bruise he’d just given you, “Such a good girl.”

Bakugou’s fingers sliding back to where his cock was buried inside your cunt to gather some more of your slick against his fingers for lubricant as he moved back to your clit to continue his steady pace. His words helping you towards another climax as his name spilled from your lips in a jumbled mess, your sounds filling the silent bedroom as your entire body trembled against his. Your toes curling as another mind-numbing orgasm surged through you, his fingers continuing to tease your hardened nipples.

“Fuck.” Bakugou hissed as he watched you come undone, pinching your overstimulated clit between his fingers as your smaller hand moved down to wrap around his wrist, trying to tug him away from your cunt.

Bakugou’s lips curved into a smug smile as he lifted his fingers up to your mouth, pressing them against your lower lip as your tongue slowly slipped out to suck your juices from his digits, feeling his cock twitch inside you as he watched you clean your fingers off. Pressing a lingering kiss against your cheek, you felt Bakugou settle behind you, his large palm squeezing your breast gently as he moved his head down to nuzzle against your neck, his cock still buried deep inside you as his balls pressed snug against your ass.

“Katsuki?” You questioned, wondering why he wasn’t moving, was he really being this much of a tease at this hour?

“I thought you wanted to go back to sleep?” You felt him begin to shallowly thrust into your tight cunt, “I’m happy to go back to sleep like this, baby.”

“No, Katsuki. Please-” You felt lightheaded as you tried to get him to move inside you, desperate to feel him pounding into your core.

“No?” He pulled back from nuzzling your neck to meet your blown irises, your gaze hazy as you stared up at him, “Better tell me exactly what you want then, Princess.”

[angryschnauzer]

Undercover Honeymoon

Summary; Having survived a helicopter crash that killed off the gang you and your senior agent had infiltrated, you hide out from the storm that brought the aircraft down by pretending to be Honeymooners at a boutique hotel... but what will 24 hours with August Walker bring you? Trouble, that’s what, and the best possible kind.

Pairing: August Walker x Female Reader (no race or body type specified)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Smut, honestly this is entirely smut, its a crack fic too. Sigh, here goes: face slap, murder, August in a hoodie and grey sweatpants, oral sex (female recieving), blowjob, drunken antics, impared judgement, titty fucking, fingering, unprotected sex, anal sex, inappropriate lube, multiple orgasms, dubious consent, choking, dom-vibes, Sugar Daddy arrangement (but no Daddy kink).

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Undercover Honeymoon

The helicopter spiralled out of control, the tall pines looming through the storm of the century rain, screaming filled your ears, unsure if it was the sound of the engines failing or coming from your own lungs. The aircraft made contact with the trees and everything went black.

-

“Agent… AGENT!” a slap across your face sprang you from your unconscious state, your vision blurred and you winced at the sharp pain that shot through your temple as the face before you came into focus.

“Walker?” you muttered; “Can’t blow our cover…”

Strong arms gripped your shoulders;

“Wake UP! Everyone else is dead”

The next hour was surreal. Agent Walker - your superior officer - had pulled you from the wreckage of the helicopter, past the lifeless bodies of the gang you’d infiltrated, some of which had injuries that looked suspiciously like gunshot wounds. Either way you were alive and so was the other undercover agent, and having spent the last four days running bank robberies you were relieved to be rid of the brutal gang.

Agent Walker had half dragged half carried you through the forest, and even though it was the middle of the day, the torrential rain and dark storm clouds above made the way feel like you were travelling at twilight. When you stumbled on some roots he caught you, his arm firmly around your waist;

“C’mon Agent, not much further now…” his voice softer than usual, reassuring even.

“Where’re we going?”

“Out of season ski lodge… should be quiet this time of year, just a couple of wildlife watchers no doubt”

-

What you’d been expecting was a cute little place with checkered curtains and cutesy decor, what you’d arrived at was a luxury boutique hotel. Agent Walker had managed to spin a very convincing tale of your car leaving the highway due to the weather and he’d arrange to get it recovered after the storm so you could continue your ‘honeymoon’. The receptionist had smiled warmly and offered the pair of you the luxury suite, August merrily peeling $100 bills off a stack he’d produced from his pocket, the paper band that held them together from the robbery slyly crumpled up and you quietly picked it up from the floor, a tiny smirk on the corner of his face when he spotted you covering his rare mistake.

-

Ten minutes later you were settled in your shared room, starting to peel yourself out of your soaked boots and clothing as you eyed the enormous bathroom and ultra fluffy robes that were provided.

“I’m going to go to the gift shop…” he announced, breaking the silence; “They do hoodies and stuff, i’ll grab some dry things to change into…”

“Thanks Agent Walker… I’m going to take a bath…”

He nodded quietly, standing at the door;

“It’s August… call me August”

You must have fallen asleep in the bath, as the next thing you know there is an insistent knocking on the bathroom door;

“Honey? Honey, everything ok in there?”

“Y-yes, Sorry, fell asleep…”

“Ok Honey, just got room service here delivering some lunch”

“Thanks Aug… Augie…”

Augie? Where the hell did that come from? You mentally chastised yourself. An hour ago he was your senior agent and all round grumpy supervisor, now he was ‘Augie’? You actually facepalmed yourself before taking a deep breath and climbing out of the bath. A few moments later once you were dry, wearing the fluffy robe you stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, your breath catching in your throat;

“Augie… we have company?”

Agent Walker was standing in the middle of the room in his shirt, underwear and socks, talking to the room service attendant as he tipped the young man;

“Darling, lunch is here, you must be famished” he let a warm smile spread over his face as he turned to the staff member; “We must have a bite to eat… expending lots of energy, it is our honeymoon after all…”

Once he’d ushered the man out of the room he cleared his throat and his expression dropped, his face serious again;

“I got your new attire… it fits more with the location” he motioned for you to follow him to the bed where there were a number of things laid out, however your feet were rooted to the floor; “What?”

“You’re… you’re in your underwear…”

He looked down, almost in shock to discover he was without his cargo pants;

“Yes? And you’re completely naked beneath that fetching white robe” he motioned to a side of the bed where a bunch of things were sat on the pristine white duvet; “So unless you wish to eat lunch having me know you are naked save for a glorified towel with sleeves - and that would be a delightful thought - you may want to get changed whilst i shower”

Without another word he smirked, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief and grabbed a pile of clothing on the bed, before sauntering into the bathroom, leaving you open jawed at both his sassiness and his tight ass in snug jersey boxers.

Turning back to what was laid on the bed you looked over what he’d managed to get in the hotel’s boutique; a daringly short floral summer dress, a hoodie with the Hotel’s logo on, a pack of novelty thong panties also with bears on, and the highest heeled wedge sandals you’d ever seen. Although none of this surprised you, it was after all the kind of hotel where in good weather, the rich and famous could have cocktails on the deck as they overlooked the Rocky mountains, the fact he’d managed to find your exact size in everything was impressive.

Leaving the heels off for now, you pull the panties and dress on, throwing the hoodie on unzipped to cover up a little, before going to investigate the food, realising that you probably hadn’t eaten for close to 24 hours. You were bent over the service trolley scrutinising the various dishes that had been delivered when you heard his voice;

“Huh, didn’t need to buy you a wallet, those tiny panties show off your silken purse beautifully Princess”

Spinning around you gasped, about to give him a piece of your mind but your train of thought stopped like a record scratch. There before you stood Agent August Walker, grey sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips, chest bare as he pulled a khaki green hoodie over his still damp curls. You noticed how his beard was a little beyond stubble, his mustache curling as a small smile tugged as his lips. Your gaze unashamedly ran down the length of his entire body, emphasis on length as it was clear he was without any underwear, and those rumours that were quietly whispered in the ladies room at the Pentagon were looking to be true as to exactly why they called him ‘The Hammer’.

Still holding a cooling French Fry he sauntered over to you before grabbing a sandwich from the platter;

“My apologies… that was inappropriate” he took a bite, before talking with his mouth full; “Been a crazy 24 hours huh?”

“Y-yeah, you could say that… so, what’s the plan?”

Just at that moment an incredible gust of wind rattled the windows to the point you thought they would blow in, the lights overhead flickered before settling back to bright as he answered;

“Eat, Drink, Sleep. We’re stuck here at least overnight. We don’t have any cells or electronics people can trace, and having checked the map this is not the closest civilisation to the crash site so even if people did come looking for us, this isn’t the first place they’d think of… however in this weather the roads are impassable, at least two rivers have breached their banks, we’re basically cut off from the rest of the world here in our own little bubble” he took a bite of sandwich before grinning at you; “So eat up, the bar downstairs is well stocked, dinner is apparently served in about 4 hours, and there’s a game room if you’re up for a round or two of pool…”

-

Giggling you both tumbled into your suite, August flicking the light switch up and down before realising the power had gone out at the exact moment he’d unlocked the door;

“Oooh dark… are you afraid of the dark Princess?”

The pair of you stumbled and turned, pushing the door shut and you found yourself pressed between it and August’s body, his lips finding your neck as he pressed kisses along your jugular, his facial hair leaving behind a trail of tingling skin in its wake;

“Depends who i’m in the dark with…”

He was so close, in the faint last traces of daylight as the storm took hold of the night you could see the outline of his face, how his long eyelashes rested against his cheeks as he closed his eyes, his breath warm on your skin as you were surrounded by his scent, pine soap and single malt whiskey;

“A monster…”

“I was never afraid of monsters…”

He dropped to his knees in front of you, pressing a kiss to your clothed stomach before his hands were beneath the skirt and pulling your novelty panties down;

“Hold your dress up Princess, show me that pretty pussy”

Doing as he told you, you gripped the pretty fabric in your hands as he hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, pressing kisses to your inner thighs before his thick fingers parted your folds and he dived in. His mustache and light beard pricked at your sensitive skin, but his tongue and lips soothed your aching core, desperate for attention and dripping with need as he went to town on you. He quickly brought you to orgasm before pushing you on for the next, his fingers now knuckle deep in your velvet walls, curling just right to find that spot that had you dripping, his tongue working against your clit to the point where you had to steady yourself by curling one hand through his soft chestnut curls, riding his face as you cried out his name.

Now over sensitive, you pulled his curls to get him to relent, a grunt of frustration coming from between your thighs;

“Augie… please… too sensitive…”

He quickly stood, lifting you to kiss you roughly, his tongue pushing into your mouth and you could taste yourself on his tongue as he gripped your ass as he carried you across the room before unceremoniously dropping you on the bed;

“Strip” he commanded as he staggered to the bathroom. 

You ignored his request, instead reaching for a bottle of water at the side of the bed, taking a drink from he as he returned holding a bottle;

“August… what’s that?”

He looked down at the bottle, almost surprised he was holding something and blinked a few times before looking back at you;

“Baby oil. Its... Baby oil”

“Why do you have Baby oil?” you asked, already knowing the answer but with a sly streak wanting to get him to admit it

“Because they didn’t sell condoms in the gift shop so i cant fuck your pussy because i can’t check to see if you’re on birth control” he blurted out quickly.

Whatever you had been expecting, it hadn’t been that, and as you coughed on the water you had been about to drink, August got distracted and moved to light the candles that sat on the table in the centre of the room now that the only available light was the tiny light over the sink in the bathroom that was battery operated. You watched as he somehow managed to strike the matches and light the candles even though he was visibly drunk, before returning back to the bed and standing over you;

“Why aren’t you naked?” he frowned at you; “Don’t make me rip that pretty little dress off of you Princess”

Shimmying out of your dress you bit your lip as you watched him watching you, the low light dancing over your body and enough for you to see the obscene bulge barely contained by his sweatpants. He stood at the edge of the bed, towering over you before he took hold of your ankles and roughly pulled you to the edge of the bed before he pulled the grey sweats down and you finally got sight of his legendary hammer;

“Fuck…”

“We’ll get to that Princess, but first, suck”

Taking him in your hands he was hot and throbbing at your touch, his thick shaft patterned with veins, heavy and virile. You pumped your fist, your fingers unable to meet as you worked his uncut dick. You felt his hand on the back of your head, pulling you closer until you had no choice but to open your mouth and take him as deep as you could, gagging as he immediately hit the back of your throat and started to fuck your mouth.

Holding your head in place with both hands he rocked his hips back and forth, groaning as he stretched your lips almost uncomfortably. Soon you had spit running down your chin as he rained down a stream of degrading compliments;

“Cock hungry slut, look at you with my dick in your mouth… does it taste good, Jesus christ your tongue is perfect, yeah do that thing again, fuck, i can feel your throat tight around me…” with a gasp he pulled out, a trail of spittle hanging from your lips to his angry red tip, before he grabbed the baby oil and pushed you back until you were laying flat on the bed;

“Push your tits together, i’m gonna fuck them and cum all over your pretty face”

He climbed on the bed, straddling your lower torso as you found yourself pushing your breasts together. The click of a bottle of baby oil and it was being poured in the valley of your chest, before he settled his dick against the slick skin. He dropped the bottle and with a grunt pulled his hoodie over his head, revealing his glorious chest, covered in dark hair and thicker than you had realised. 

His dick was heavy against your chest as he took your hands in his and showed you how he wanted you to hold your titties for him, rocking his hips bath and forth as his hot flesh slipped through your soft pillows, the angry tip poking out at your neck with each thrust;

“So fucking pretty, gonna cum all over that face… you wanna taste my cum you little slut? Yeah? Cock hungry slut, can’t get enough of my dick, can you?”

You didn’t answer, the lust in his eyes making you drunk with desire, instead you tipped your head to your chest and opened your mouth, letting August’s dick slide into your mouth, the salty tang of his precum hitting your senses.

His thrusts were becoming rough and violent, his hips squeezing your ribcage as he fought back against the urge to cum, but you wanted it, needed it;

“August, will you cum on my face, pretty please?” you batted your eyelashes at him innocently and it was the final straw, and you watched as he threw his head back and thick ropes of his creamy seed spurted over your mouth and cheeks as he groaned so deliciously. On the last spurt you leaned forwards and took his tip into your mouth, gently laving your tongue over the leaking slit, before releasing him softly. August had eased his gasp on your tits, and using his thick finger he scooped the cum from your cheek;

“Open wide Princess”

Sticking your tongue out you sucked the bitter treat from his finger, before he repeated it with the other cheek. Finally swallowing you grinned at him;

“Thank you August”

His hand paused on your cheek, softly cupping it;

“Anything for you Princess… now scoot up the bed, i wanna eat that pussy again whilst i get you ready for my dick”

He swung his leg over so you could wriggle up the bed, and immediately he was laying between your legs, both of your thighs over his shoulders as he started to sloppily eat you out again, except this time his lubed fingers strayed to your asshole and he already had one knuckle deep in your back entrance. You were writhing against his tongue, and although not as accurate with his targets this time now that the alcohol in his system was taking hold, that wide tongue was driving you to heaven as his fingers pulled you down into the dark pits of depravity that hell could only contain. You were uttering almost incomprehensible gibberish, begging for more which he eagerly gave, a second and soon a third finger stretching your ass as he prepared you for what was yet to come. You came with a scream as his wide tongue tormented your pussy until you had to physically pull him by his curls to stop, breathless as you watched him kneel on the bed and grab the baby oil, pouring some onto his hand to lube his dick before smoothing a considerable amount over your asshole and lined up his now raging hard on with your stretched hole. He paused, looking down at you;

“Final chance to back out… do you want me to fuck your ass?”

“Yes… please August, i want your dick in my ass, i want you to cum in my ass, treat me like a dirty anal slut”

With a groan he pushed forwards, slowly breaching your body and you felt the uncomfortable stretch of having a dick slide into your ass. Even with the prep and the oil it still took a while for your body to relax enough for him to push in, but when he eventually was balls deep in your ass you felt so full you were sure you would burst;

“Oh my god… You’re so big…”

“Taking me like a champ Princess, even with the oil your ass is so fucking tight i’m struggling not to blow my load right here and now”

“Fuck my ass August, do it hard, i wanna feel it in the morning…”

With a roar he started to fuck into you, holding himself up on his massive arms as his hips pistoned into you, filling your barren depths as his pubic bone rubbed against your empty pussy and your juices flooded his crotch;

“So fucking wet Princess, leaking all down your ass, its only adding to the lube so i can fuck you harder. Your poor little battered asshole, you’re barely gonna be able to sit tomorrow… apart from back on my dick as we have breakfast, don’t think this is the only time i’m gonna fuck your ass, i’m gonna use this hole until you’re loose and stretched, so i can just bend you over and slide my dick into your ass. Gonna hide those stupid panties i bought you, i want you walking around bare, my cum dripping down your legs where there’s so much inside you, you can barely keep it inside… shame the gift shop didn’t sell plugs, i woulda’ filled you with my load and have you plugged and ready lubed for me to use whenever i pleased…”

August’s dirty talk had you cumming hard, squeezing him tight and yet he fucked you straight through it. Laying limp as he continued to fill your ass he slowed and moved, kneeling on the bed as he moved your legs from either side of his lips until both your feet were over one of his shoulders, pushing and pulling you until he had one arm firmly wrapped around your knees and he could fuck into your ass as he held you like a rag doll. The new position was tighter, deeper, and as you started to pant out with lust his free hand rested on your throat, squeezing carefully but firmly;

“Harder…” you panted out, your head swimming as your airway was restricted, and as he pounded into your ass you were both getting close.

“Gonna cum in your ass, fill you up with a massive load, you want that Princess?”

You tried to say yes, but all that came out was a tiny croak as his massive hand gripped your throat. Before you could even try again your orgasm hit, your eyes rolling back in their sockets as you squirted, your body gripping him so tight he reached his peak, pushing in as deep as he could as he pumped your ass full of his cum.

August released his grip on your neck, pulling out gently as he softly lay your legs on the bed;

“Did so well Princess, such a good little slut…”

You could only hum out a response, your mind as used as your body was.

-

You woke to the sound of soft rain falling against the window, peering out from beneath the duvet you could see that the grey light of morning was filling the room, the storm seemingly blown mostly through with just a persistent rain now dampening the earth. Shifting on the bed you winced, everything was sore, but especially your ass. But then a warm body pressed to your back, a large hand smoothed over your stomach and a familiar voice spoke softly in your ear as stubble brushed against your bare shoulders;

“Rise and shine…”

“Hmmmmm no, i don’t wanna get up” you grumbled

“But…”

“Noooo. If we get up then we’ve got to think about things going back to normal, i just wanna pretend i’m able to stay in a hotel as nice as this when i’m not trying to escape a dangerous gang… too many responsibilities, too much stress… i just want another half hour of being treated like a Princess” you grumbled.

A quiet chuckle came from behind you;

“There’s no reason why we can’t do this again”

Turning in his arms, you looked at August;

“How? You’re my superior Agent, the CIA pushes and pushes and pushes, I never get enough time off to do something like this, If i had known i was literally signing my life away i would never have signed up for the academy. What’s the fucking use of earning a good wage if i can never enjoy it… and its not even that good of a wage to be honest…” you paused and narrowed your gaze; “Have you showered?”

“Yes. And i have a proposition for you…”

“Keep talking…”

August started to move, slowly climbing between your legs and you felt his hard dick resting against your folds, your pussy instinctively growing wet, slowly rubbing against you as he smiled down at you;

“As a senior agent i get a considerably better wage than you do, but i don’t have anyone to share it with, anyone to treat like a Princess and spoil with gifts that they deserve… but i also want someone that will be agreeable to my darkest desires…” he rocked his hips back before slowly parting his thighs, and you felt the nudge of his tip at your soaked pussy; “... someone, a woman i can treat like a Princess but will let me fuck them like a whore… can i fuck your pussy like a whore?”

The gentle nudge of his dick just stretching the ring of muscle that granted access to the heaven between your legs had you begging, pleading to be August’s Whore. He let out a sigh of pleasure as he slowly sank into your pussy, bare and unprotected filling you with his virile shaft;

“You’re my Slutty Princess…taking my dick like a pro”

In that hotel room August Walker became your sugar Daddy, and over room service breakfast you agreed the details of your arrangement as you sat on his lap, his dick in your ass as he fed you strawberries, before he grew impatient and bounced you on his dick until he came in your barren depths. Resting back against his chest, his softening dick still inside you he played with your pussy as he discussed the next step, trying to decide if a trip to an adult store or a jewellery store should be the first stop after returning to DC;

“How about a jewelled plug?” you suggested; “That’s the best of both worlds”

Holding your jaw he turned your head so he could kiss you, pulling away and grinning;

“See, that’s why you’re the perfect Princess, smart and sexy…”

You felt him start to harden in your ass again, wriggling and letting out a giggle as you felt him stretch your insides;

“Over the table or out on the balcony in the rain?” you asked

“Oooh lets do the balcony… its check out time so a few other guests will be able to see my little slut have her battered asshole filled with another load”

There on the balcony that overlooked the serene mountains August filled your ass again, your naked bodies soaked with the rain as he gripped your breasts whilst he fucked you from behind. 

You couldn’t wait to be August’s play thing.