#ONCE CHANCE MA’AM I BEG

[potol0ver]

So I’m playing Reverse: 1999 and I got Eternity to insight level two-

All I got to say is I love women

[seakicker]

mother's day hc that you tell the genshin boys you're pregnant on mother's day so they decide to celebrate by getting you double pregnant?

YES MA’AM i had a randomizer pick four names for me out of all the guys i write for… kinda laughing at 3/4 of them being all the Serious, Stoic ones lol

fem reader, pregnancy, breeding, overstimulation (alhaitham) and knotting (gorou) below!

alhaitham

You can never be too sure, he says— a good, valid experiment hinges upon proper reliability. Do you know how many undergraduate experimental reports he’s dismissed on account of their supposed “results” being the chance of mere coincidence or random chance? It never hurts to eliminate the possibility of a false positive and to ensure that your positive pregnancy test result is a true positive by breeding you all over again and having you take another pregnancy test in five weeks or so.

When you tell him you’re pregnant, he responds with a quiet nod before almost analyzing all of the behavior you’ve displayed over the last few weeks. Yes, the news makes perfect sense— last week, Alhaitham overheard you wondering aloud if your period was late or if you had just tracked it wrong, and he’d have to be a fool to not know what a missed period is the universal signifier of. The news comes at a perfect time, so he couldn’t be happier— though your husband certainly has a… uniquely stoic way of expressing happiness.

That night, he replicates every last aspect of the night he imagines he got you pregnant some five weeks ago (it’s a simple calculation, really) down to your spot on the bed and the clothes he was wearing just to make sure that a false positive is out of the question. Perhaps he’ll have to come inside if you twice tonight just to really seal the deal that you’re pregnant— once is chance, twice is a coincidence, and thrice is a true pattern. You’d like to try and convince him that surely there’s no need for all of this, that pregnancy tests rarely, rarely fail or show an incorrect result, but there’s no pushing back against your husband’s logical calculations or sense of reason— not that you’re much in the condition to even try to speak with him anyways.

When your husband has you spread open wide with your knees pressed up against either side of your chest, a light conversation is absolutely out of the picture. You’d consider it a feat to muster up anything other than splintered whines of your husband’s name and delicate pleas for him to slow down— though, truthfully, it’d be an even bigger feat if you managed to successfully convince Alhaitham of doing the latter. He hasn’t stalled or slowed his pace for even a fraction of a second because he, of course, is trying to replicate the night he very likely knocked you up exactly, and he just so happened to be absolutely railing you that night.

“You can certainly take more than this.” That’s all he offers when you beg him to slow down again. “I’ve discovered, met, and exceeded every last one of your limits myself, and this pace, this position, and this fervor hardly come close to any of those. I’m simply validating your claim before I take to preparing the spare room for our child.”

You gasp and let your head fall back against the pillow, defeated and overwhelmed in equal tandem by your husband’s delightful Mother’s Day plans.

Alhaitham only chuckles once, a satisfied smirk so faint on his lips that you almost don’t catch it at all. “You’ll be alright. We’ll have nine entire months to be gentle.”

zhongli

Zhongli has lived a normal human lifetime nearly ninety times over— yet, fascinatingly, he always insists he’s come nowhere close in experiencing everything life, nature, humanity, and civilization have to offer, an assertion you’ve always found downright impossible to fathom. How does somebody not get bored after six thousand years of life? You know people who are bored after just four years of working in the same career before they jump ship and try to find something, anything completely different.

He offers the exact same explanation every single time you once again ask how he still finds things to do, places to go, and activities to enjoy after being alive for so long— he always, always smiles softly and explains that he never gets bored with life because you’re in it, and you show him new things, new foods, and new ways to love and enjoy the world that he never even imagined prior to meeting you.

You’ll admit that you’ve found his reasoning somewhat hard to believe on a few separate occasions— like he’s seriously been alive for over six thousand years, yet he’s never tried red bean ice cream from Inazuma before? It’s not exactly a rare or expensive good. However, there are other times when you think you understand what he means, and his logic has never been more evident than today because you told your darling husband that you’re pregnant this morning.

“I’ve never been a father before,” Zhongli hums as he presses a wide circle of kisses all around the cusp of your tummy. “I’ve tutored and taught many, but I’ve never raised a child as my own from their very birth.”

“Does it make you nervous?” You grip his left hand a little tighter as his right comes to rub a soothing circle over the apex of your soft belly.

He pauses for a moment. “I see no reason to be afraid of new experiences, let alone ones I have you to guide me through. I’ve found that sampling life’s uncertainties and navigating its surprises provide far more enrichment than routine.”

You laugh. “I don’t think I can do much ‘guiding’ here, my love— I’ve never been a mother before either. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Zhongli melts. How do you always know just how to tickle his heart with the most innocuous of statements?

“And that is exactly why I’m not nervous— because we’ll have each other to both learn from and learn alongside. I’ve spent the vast majority of my life being the teacher and not the student, so opportunities to learn with you excite me.”

All you can do is hide your face with your free hand, your cheeks warm and your grin obvious. Your husband chuckles and kisses a line down the bottom half of your tummy, down your hips, and all the way down, down, down until he runs into the fabric of your panties.

“I’ve read that intimacy during pregnancy has an array of positive effects for a mother,” Zhongli notes, gently sliding a hand down to tug your panties to the side. “We’ll have to try every last tip and wives’ tale, won’t we, my love?”

diluc

Completely opposite to that of Zhongli, Diluc’s perspective on celebratory sex on Mother’s Day is that it’s about as tired, cliche, and lazy as celebratory sex on a birthday, New Year’s Eve, or Valentine’s Day. Really, any other holiday where people feel the need to either supplement their actual present with sex because they fear what they really bought their spouse just isn’t good enough on its own or because they forgot to get them a present entirely.

Or so he says.

He’s always been of the opinion that love and intimacy expressed on a random day of the year without any special meaning bears more weight than celebratory holiday sex— why should sex be included as part of the celebratory experience when a married couple is expected to regularly display intimacy towards one another? You’ve teased him about this cynical, grumpy take plenty of times, but you’ve almost come to agree with him regardless— it’s hard to even have the energy for sex at the end of your birthday or on the evening of Valentine’s Day when you’re just so exhausted by everything Diluc planned for you during the day. Perhaps it’s entirely because he doesn’t take special occasions lightly that he sees no need to end the day on a cliche.

Well, there’s a first for everything.

“I thought you don’t do celebratory sex,” you whimper with a sharp inhale. You had meant for the statement to sound more teasing and alluring, but it’s damn near impossible to keep your composure when your husband’s spent the past hour and a half between your legs.

Diluc, for the first time in ninety minutes, actually pulls away from your slick, saliva-coated pubic mound to stare up at you over your tummy. How amusing— this is the smallest he’ll see your tummy for the next nine months, and something tells him he’s not going to miss it whatsoever.

“We’ve never celebrated Mother’s Day before simply because you were never a mother for any of them. Today is different— and of course this news deserves celebration.” That’s right— you did mention to Diluc that you’re pregnant this morning over breakfast, didn’t you?

You take advantage of this impromptu break to make eye contact with your husband, who hasn’t looked this… disheveled in quite some time. Bangs plastered to his forehead, nose and chin dripping with a mix of saliva and your fluids, and pupils blown wide with desire, this is a Diluc you don’t get to see very often— and you know how to revel in the treat.

“Making exceptions to your own rules doesn’t suit you.” There, that one actually sounded teasing.

He offers a sort of shrug in response. “I’d have to be devoid of all emotion entirely to not want to celebrate my wife’s body when she tells me it’s pregnant with our very first child.” He glides his soaked lips down the inside of your thighs elegantly and with purpose, taking care to stop just before where thigh meets labia to really relish in your scent.

“Besides,” Diluc murmurs. “I’d like to map out how your body looks now so I can properly appreciate how much lovelier you’ll look once you begin to actually show how well I’ve bred you.”

gorou

Gorou tentatively asks you to repeat yourself just to make sure that he heard you properly, which carries a good amount of irony given his exceptionally superhuman hearing. He just wants to make sure he heard you properly— telling him you’re pregnant on Mother’s Day? He can’t think of anything more perfect than that, so it’d be a shame if he just imagined you saying it— he’s dreamed of being a father for so long now that if you were to hit him with a “gotcha” now, he might faint from disappointment.

Realistically, he should’ve put two and two together three weeks ago, but leave it to your husband to miss something glaringly obvious without your explicit guidance or direction. It’s almost funny to think that, despite his keen sense of smell, taste, and hearing, his overprotective nature, and his well-developed common sense, it’s so easy for him to miss the elephant in the room and get distracted by something incredibly unrelated to whatever he’s supposed to be looking out for.

He should have known from the second he found himself growing more and more overprotective of you without any visible or tangible piece of evidence as to why— you weren’t sick, you weren’t injured, and you weren’t otherwise vulnerable… or so he thought. It wasn’t obvious to him at the time, but now that you’ve confirmed it for him… it makes perfect sense. His nose already knew you were pregnant then— he picked up in the slightest change in your hormone levels without even realizing it, and now that he knows you’re pregnant?

He won’t leave your side for a single moment these next nine months.

Apparently, his vow to stay by your side 24/7 started the very moment you first broke the news to him— with your husband pressed so close up against you, you wouldn’t be surprised if you two just simply combined. Gorou’s hips slap against your ass so roughly and so quickly the sound of skin making contact with skin bounces off the walls and fills your ears, almost threatening to drown out your husband’s elated rambling.

Almost, but not quite. Nothing will get him to stop talking once he’s already started running his mouth.

“I just— I’ve just wanted this for so long,” he pants, looping his hands around your thighs to press them against the front your belly. “It’s just instinct, I guess? I just— Archons— there’s no better way to spend my life than with a sweet wife and a big, big family of our cute little pups.” He’ll be sure to keep you pregnant now that the precedent has already been established— Gorou knows he’ll miss taking you doggy style when your belly gets too big to safely attempt such a position, but he’s sure he can figure out a nice, comfortable compromise.

“I’ll get lots of time off from work! It’ll be easy. I’ll spend every day taking good, good care of you and our family because that’s— that’s what good husbands do, right? I’ll get Thoma to teach me tons of nutritious meals for you because I only know how to prepare quick rations for troops,” Gorou notes with a sheepish chuckle before he hunches over your back and whimpers brokenly. Will you still be able to take his knot while you’re pregnant, or will it be too much for you? He can’t push you too far now that you’re the most delicate you’ve ever been, heavy with the promise of a big family, right?

“I love you so much,” he gasps, nails digging into your belly softly as he loses control of himself. “And I’ll be the best father possible!”

[reidsglasscs]

ALL DA LADIES LUV YN!!

✸ pairing: jason grace x fem!athena!reader smau

✸ notes: im shamelessly addicted to social media aus & haven’t seen a SINGLE one for my boy…lets change that

…now playing: full machine — gracie abrams

yn.ln: nru…expect my therapy bills for those exams (ft. the world’s worst study buddy)

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…now playing: steal my girl — one direction

j.grace: smart girl appreciation post!!! 🤍 (piper mclean dni)

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@ seaweed.brain gag. me. with. a. spoon.

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@ j.grace. um. forever?? 🤭

well that’s the plan, isn’t it?

you know it, sweetheart

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Evidence of Obedience ~Sub!Alex Cabot xFem Dom!Reader

Summary— I Headcanon that seasons 2-3 Alex are more sub and baby. In light of that, here’s a little smutty fic about Reader teasing and pleasuring sub!Alex… Alex isn’t allowed to cum, but it’s forced out of her. What will Reader do…?

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, strap-on sex, plastic dick riding, overstimulation, begging, discipline, teasing, forced orgasm, praise, degradation, praise kink, degradation kink, ma’am kink, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

“P-please ma’am please—!” Alex desperately mewls as she’s bouncing in your lap on your cock.

“No baby… be a good girl and hold it…” you cooe warily, drinking in all the young blonde’s reactions.

Alex’s head tilts back as she lets out a strangled groan, her body bucking and continuing to grind against your plastic dick. Your hands are holding her hips firm and setting an unrelenting pace for her to be riding you. You lick your lips at the sight of a sweat sheening, tits bouncing Alex Cabot.

“Can’t can’t ma’am gonna cum—!!” She babbles.

“Poor baby… needs it so bad you’re gonna defy my orders…?” You tease, as you force the women over the edge with a particularly striking thrust.

Alex comes crashing down, grinding haphazardly against your cock and lap, eyes shut tight, and a string of moans leaving her lips. As soon as she comes back to reality, the blonde finds that you are still fucking up into her at an unrelenting pace, using your hips to swivel the plastic dick further into her sensitive cunt.

“Shit ma’am AghgGgHH I’m sorry—!” Alex whimpers, leaning forward more into your frame, as she is overwhelmed by more pleasure and her next climax starts to build up.

“Oh you’re sorry, babygirl…?” You purr, a wicked gleam in your eye.

Alex nods vigorously, biting her lip as she lets out another desperate whine.

“I am, I am so sorry ma’am couldn’t listen mmm sorry…!!” She whines.

Suddenly you stop completely, leaving the strap-on dick deep inside the other woman. Alex’s eyes shoot open and she immediately tries to regain the lost friction, but your hands hold her firmly in place.

“No no NO ma’am I’m so sorry I’ll do better please ma’am—!!” She begs, hips thrashing and fighting your hold,

“Please I’ll be a good girl please punish me please I’ll listen give me another chance ma’am pleasssseee…!!”

“You wanna be good for me?”

She nods eagerly, bright eyed and bushy-tailed at the mention of forgiveness and redemption.

“You wanna be my good girl…? Prove it.” You purred, rolling your hips up once experimentally into the blonde.

“Yes ma’am…!!” She squeaked, her eyes rolling back at the little friction you rewarded her with.

You tilt your head and smirk, before loosening your vice grip on her hips and encouraging her to roll them against your cock once more. Alex gasped in delight and quickly began riding you fast and hard, with your help of course.

“Such a pretty girl…”

“Oh Jesus FUCK—!” She moaned out.

She set a brutal pace for herself, which you aided in helping her keep by thrusting your own hips up into her and bobbing her hips up and down in rhythm with your thrusts. The blonde let out desperate whimper after whimper, getting closer and closer to her next climax.

“Taking me like such a good girl… you gonna be an obedient little slut and cum as many times as I want you too…?” You cooe lustfully.

The blonde shaked her head cock-drunkenly.

“Very good girl…” you purr as she topples over the edge once more.

~~~

Alex Cabot Masterlist

[samkerrworshipper]

two’s a company, three’s a crowd | alexia putellas x reader x lucy bronze

warnings: heavy smut, cunnilingus, fingering, sex toys, 18+ minors DNI

6000 words that y’all have been begging for and full disclaimer i have written this at 4am on a red bull high so sorry if it isn’t completely coherent xoxo

“Remember what I promised you?”

I was kneeling on the floor beside our bed, a blindfold over my face.

“I’d get a reward if I was a good girl, ma’am.”

I kept my head bowed, facing what I assumed was our floor boards, but I couldn’t tell you for sure because I couldn’t see.

“Do you think you were a good girl?”

I gulped soundly, it could be a trick question, an attempt to catch me out, or prove me wrong. Or it could be a legitimate question, it was a 50/50 chance.

“I tried my hardest ma’am, I think I was good.”

My words held some uncertainty, but not enough for it to be detected, a perfect balance of confidence and self consciousness.

“I think so too, enough that I think you deserve your reward.”

I perked up a little bit at the words, my knees were starting to get sore from the floorboards so anything to get me up off them would be better than this.

“If you think so, ma’am.”

I felt a hand tugging at my scalp, a change from the complete nothingness I’d felt for a while now, it had me jolting in my position, slightly shocked by the contact.

My head was tugged backwards, no longer facing what I assumed was the floor. Tilting it back as far as I could go so I was now assumedly looking at the roof.

“I think so, I think you’ll need to see to properly have this reward though.”

My curiosity was growing by the minute, I was silently becoming more desperate by the second to discover what exactly she was referencing.

I blinked furiously as the silk blindfold was tugged down, so it was pooling around my neck. It took my eyes a few seconds to adjust to the sudden light, but once they did I could make out Alexia, who was standing directly above me, her eyes and eyebrows quirked just a little bit, in that cheeky way she did when she was up to something.

“Give our guest a proper welcome.”

My eyes snapped away from Alexia’s, searching around the room before spotting the intruder that Alexia had been referencing, sitting on the armchair in the corner of the room.

“L-Lucy?”

The lights in our room were dimmed but I was fairly certain that it was her, Alexia’s mind never ceased to amaze me. I suddenly felt very self conscious, my hands going to whatever parts of my naked body that they could cover. They weren’t there for long though, Alexia’s hands slapping at them very quickly.

“No being shy, if tonight goes how I planned Lucia will be seeing far more of you.”

My spine shuddered, so this really was what I had been thinking.

“Do you want that? Do you want to be a good girl for Lucia and I?”

I nodded frantically at Alexia, leaving absolutely zero room for doubt in my actions.

Alexia smirked down at me, she knew me so well, knew exactly how to turn me into putty in her hands. We’d talked about this, casually, her asking me over breakfast one morning if the situation arose I’d be comfortable with bringing someone else in. Initially I’d choked on my tea, and then I’d told her I was very open to the idea, that if it was what she wanted I would definitely be down for it, I just hadn’t expected so soon, or with Lucy. If I was being honest I’d assumed if anyone would ever join Alexia it would be Mapi, just because of the close relationship we had and the fact that I knew her and Ingrid weren’t opposed to sharing.

“I’ll be good for you.”

Alexia smiled at me and nodded.

“I know you will baby. Why don’t you show Lucy how good you can be for her? Show her just how perfect you are, Musetrale lo buena que puedes ser para mi?”

I nodded at Ale, I found it funny that of all the people she would bring she chose Lucy. The girl was lovely, an absolute golden retriever of a human being who was always putting smiles on our faces at training. The underlying feeling that I had though was that Ale had a reason, Lucy was obsessed with proving that she respected Ale and I was fairly sure she’d bend over backwards if Alexia asked. She in her own right though was a dominant person, she wasn’t a person to give up control and I couldn’t shake the feeling that she would give it up easily, even to Alexia.

“Lucia, get on the edge of the bed and take your trousers off, you are far too dressed for this occasion.”

Lucy nodded obediently, pulling her trousers off as she stumbled towards the edge of the bed. Fumbling her trousers off and slinging them onto the seat she had previously occupied, leaving her in a plain pair of black boxer shorts. She seated herself on the edge of the bed as Alexia had requested, waiting restlessly on the edge, clearly waiting for something to happen.

“Come on then, don’t leave our guest waiting.”

I nodded at Alexia, extending my hands out in front of me and crawling over towards Lucy, revelling in the way her eyes crawled up and down my body as I moved towards her. There was something so sensual about someone looking you up and down, something so perfect about having your body be appreciated and wanted, Lucy was looking at me like I was a fucking dessert for her to eat and I loved absolutely every single second of it. The way she watched my tits hanging down from my body frame as the moved back and forth as I crawled towards her, and the sight of her eyes travelling down to my ass was purely magical.

When I did make my way to Lucy I kneeled directly in front of her, letting her part her legs on either side of me, leaving my face directly in front of her sex.

“Can I eat her out please, ma’am?”

I could hear Alexia walking around behind us, but I knew better than to avert my attention from Lucy, keeping my hooded eyes focused on hers.

“Ask Lucia baby, she’s your treat for tonight.”

Alexia was the only person who got away with calling Lucy that, the only person Lucy respected enough to let it slide, she used it to her advantage as much as possible. I knew she was using it in this forum to get one message across, that even if she was hanging over the reigns to Lucy, she had a form of control, a form of power that Lucy didn’t and she was conveying that with her words.

“Can I eat you out please, Luce?”

Lucy smirked at my question, I could feel the nerves thrumming through her body. She was so confident but you could tell that she just wasn’t feeling that in this environment, her foot tapping ever so slightly against the floorboards.

“I would love nothing more, if La Reina is okay with it.”

Lucy’s eyes rose anxiously to Alexia, she was very clearly trying to figure out how this situation worked, I assumed Alexia would have given her a small debrief before this but I didn’t know for sure, as far as I knew Alexia could have texted Lucy half an hour ago and told her to come over. Lucy was cautious of Alexia, the use of her full first name putting her on her toes, just like I knew Alexia had intended to do.

The last few hours had been a complete blur to me, we’d played this afternoon, an earlier game at 1pm. After that I’d kind of dropped into my headspace, Alexia had sensed it. Once we’d gotten home she’d fed me and then with my consent she’d blindfolded me and kneeled me down on the floor for a while, letting me think properly for the first time in a few weeks. She knew my body better than I did, could sense when I needed her the most, today was one of those days and nothing felt better than her understanding that need.

“Go ahead cariño, show Lucia how good you can be.”

Her words were enough permission for me, I scooted myself further across the floorboards, so my face was practically pressed against Lucy’s boxers. I reached my hands up, so they were secured on the waist band, she lifted her ass up from the bed, giving me room to pull them down and off of her. The first thing I was faced with when I looked back up was Lucy’s fucking beautiful cunt, staring right at me. As Lucy’s thighs fell over my shoulders I was put millimetres away from Lucy’s glistening pussy. Lucy ever so respectfully inched her way down to my face, and as soon as I snapped myself out of my almost sex induced haze I was diving in.

The hunger that overcame me was immense. I kissed my way up and down Lucy’s slit, as much as I wanted to dive in I also wanted to not be greedy or rushed about it. I slowly slid my tongue up and down, parting her folds in the process and exploring her with so much care. I toyed around with Lucy’s entrance and sensitive nub, taking my time in carefully swirling my tongue around the ever so sensitive areas and relishing in the moans that were falling freely from her lips. Lucy slowly started to become more comfortable in the situation and started very gently to hump my face. When I decided she was being too gentle my hands came up to her thighs, digging into the skin and forcing her down further on my face, allowing me to apply more pressure to her.

I ate her out with passion, the way that Ale had taught me. I lapped at Lucy’s waiting cunt, she was practically throbbing against me and I revelled in the feeling of having her juices drip down my face and down onto my bare neck and the blindfold that was now a forgotten article, hanging loosely around my neck. She was fucking delicious and I took advantage off it, slurping up her juices and swallowing it all down. I continued my exploring, experimenting with different pressures and speeds, slowly discovering what forced the sinfully spectacular groans to fall from Lucy’s mouth. I very quickly discovered that her clit was extremely sensitive, any slight touch to it resulting in a set of specific expletives leaving her lips. I honed in on that, working tirelessly at swirling my tongue around her clit and when her thighs started to clench I started to nibble on it slightly, the small bursts of pressure doing wonders for her.

“Fuck, mm, fuck, such a good girl y/n, gonna make me cum.”

I smirked into Lucy’s clit when the grunts left her mouth, they were hardly words though, muffled by Lucy’s own moans and Alexia’s voice in the background, which I couldn’t fully understand in my sex driven haze.

I worked hard at Lucy’s clit, sucking on it and then dipping down to eat her out every once in a while. I pushed my tongue into her pussy and feeling her sex clench against my tongue as she got closer. I began to alternate, sucking hard on Lucy’s clit and then going down further, licking softly at her pussy. It was the perfect combination of soft and hard and it had Lucy’s thighs shaking on top of my shoulders.

“Fuck, so good y/n/n, so fucking good, I’m going to cum, going to cum.”

As soon as the words left her mouth I sucked down hard on her clit, digging my lips and teeth in.

“Cum, Lucia, cum all over our sluts face.”

Ale’s voice was strong, directly spoken in my ear and it was probably enough to make me cum there on the spot, but I didn’t, too focused on Lucy’s body to care about my own. I moaned against her pussy as I felt her clench and come undone. Her thighs shook like a tree in the wind as the orgasm wracked her body. I continued my licks, softening them and flattening my tongue against her slit, licking up every single drip that was released from her pussy as she came down from her high. It was euphoric, feeling Lucy’s salty and sweet liquid gold on my tongue was a different form of special that I couldn’t even explain.

Eventually, once Lucy’s legs had stopped shaking she lifted herself off of me, revealing my face to her, which was covered in her juices. It was then that I spotted Alexia standing over me, her lips kiss swollen and Lucy’s neck adorned with a few developing love bites that I could only assume were accredited to Alexia. She smirked down at me before leaning down to kiss me, licking at the taste of Lucy and getting as it off of my face as she could.

“Such a good girl for Lucia, I think it’s about time we give you some attention, hm?”

I nodded frantically at Alexia, getting Lucy off had a drug like effect on me and I was now in a drugged up sex haze.

“Please.”

Alexia smirked at my pleading and nodded at me.

“I think Lucia is a little bit overdressed for the occasion, how about you help her out?”

I nodded at Alexia, her word was gospel to me and if she wanted me to do something I would do it. She reached her hands out to me and I took them, my legs had gone practically numb from kneeling for so long so her support was well appreciated. My legs wobbled for a few seconds whilst I regained the sensation in my legs. Once the sensation was regained I turned to Lucy, who still seemed to be coming back from her mind shattering orgasm.

I closed the distance between us, seating myself down on the edge of the bed beside her and putting my hands to work immediately. I’d bared her bottom half so I busied myself with unbuttoning her blouse, taking my time with each individual button. The top buttons were already done, courtesy to Alexia who had left a litter of love bites along Lucy’s collar line that were going to be a pain to hide tomorrow for training. It made me smirk slightly.

Lucy, very clearly having regained her energy, got bored waiting for me to unbutton her blouse, and busied herself with leaving some matching marks along my own collarbone. I let her go, I wasn’t training tomorrow anyways, I’d been told to take the day off because of a minor head collision that I’d had during the game, it was pure precaution but I was grateful to have a lie in regardless, fairly happy to miss out on the morning recovery and gym session when I could be cuddled up in bed with Ale and I’s cat and dog.

Once I finally finished with her blouse I threw it across the floor of Ale and I’s room, leaving it with the pile of clothes that had collected on our armchair in the corner. I then moved onto Lucy’s bra, reaching behind her back and unclasping it, smirking as she bit down particularly hard as I pulled the bra from her body.

I let her leave her marks for a little while, sitting back on the bed, Alexia joining us both and joining Lucy at my neck, the both of them occupying themselves with marking me. I couldn’t help but feel the competitive energy between them, they were both dominant individuals in their own right. Alexia was possessive over me as my girlfriend, but so was Lucy on a friend level. Her, Keira and I made up the ‘Spanglish’ trio at Barca and we were practically inseparable, so Lucy was highly protective of me in that way, she had been since we were kids.

“Please.”

Lucy smirked into her spot onto my collarbone, I wasn’t a full on moaning mess yet but I was starting to get worked up but I wanted more.

Lucy picked her head up out of my neck and looked up at me.

“What do you want?”

Lucy looked at Alexia, checking it was all okay and when she got the confirmation there was nothing wrong with her actions she looked back at me.

“More.”

Lucy nodded at me, but she didn’t progress any more.

“Use your words, bebita.” (baby)

I groaned as Alexia’s mouth found it’s way to my pulse point, sucking down deeply on the point and then withdrawing completely.

I whimpered at the lack of contact, my eyes snapping open to look at the two women. The back of Alexia’s palm came down onto the inside of my thigh, without warning, leaving me to yelp out of surprise.

“Lucia asked you to do something, puta (slut), listen to her or we’re going to find ourselves in a very different situation, comprendida?” (Understood?)

I nodded quickly at Alexia, desperate for more attention, desperate for both of their lips to return to my body.

“Si entiendo, lo siento. Please, my pussy.” (Yes, I understand, I’m sorry)

Lucy smirked at me, they were playing coy, toying with me until I broke, it was a game that Ale loved to play and she knew it drove me insane.

“Does your perfect little pussy want some attention? Does it feel all forgotten right now? Are we not giving you enough attention?”

Alexia’s lips returned to my neck, dipping a little bit lower and navigating their way down across my chest. I kept my eyes on Lucy, silently pleading with her to please, give my fucking throbbing pussy some attention, before it fucking imploded below me.

“Please, fuck, Please.”

Lucy licked her lips, it was clear she was gaining enjoyment from riling me up and I couldn’t find it in me to despise her for it, I was just so fucking desperate.

“Mm, Ale do you think she deserves it?”

Ale’s head rose from my chest once again, her lips were swollen and tinged slightly redder than normal.

“I’m not sure, we did promise her some attention if she treated you well, but she can wait longer if we want her to. It’s up to you, she did play so well considering though, and we have been riling her up.”

It was clear Ale was enjoying being the backseat driver for this scene, she always had to have control, always had to be in charge. She loved it but a part of me also knew that she probably didn’t mind taking the passenger seat for a lapse in time, letting Lucy take the reins whilst she took in the moment.

“Mm, what do you want bebita?”

I gulped, moaning at the feeling of Alexia wrapping her tongue around my nipple, the sensation sending shocks throughout my whole body.

“Anything, hands, mouth, please, just anything.”

I was laying the desperation on thick, letting my barriers down to express the pure yearning I had for something, anything to just fucking touch me.

“Alright, I think we can do something about that, hm?”

I nodded at Lucy and moaned as her hand snaked its way down my chest, travelling down the flat surface of my stomach and then the hips. Before I knew it her hand was dipping down below my knees and I was a mess, as soon as a single digit made its way through my folds.

“You're so wet, bebita, we’ve hardly touched you and you're dripping all over the sheets.”

Lucy’s words were just encouragement for me, just another factor in my pleasure. Ale was smirking from her spot against my breasts, fiddling with one of my nipples between her fingers and biting on the other one whilst Lucy explored my cunt with just her finger.

It didn’t take long for the digit to be pushed into my hole. It slid in with ease, my hole adjusting to Lucy’s lone finger fairly quickly.

She worked her way in, knuckle by knuckle, even though she didn’t have to. Moving her finger at a snail like pace, her thumb rubbing lazily against my clit. I needed more, more friction, more movement, more anything. I pushed my hips down against her hand, but almost as soon as I did her hands were off of me.

“If you can’t be patient then your pretty little pussy isn’t getting any attention, comprendida bebita?”

I nodded quickly back at Lucy, any contact was good, anything.

I moaned sinfully as her hands returned to my body, not objecting as Alexia pushed my body backwards against the sheets, so that I was lying down and the two older women were towering over me on the bed, the both of them busying themselves with their self assigned jobs.

I spread my legs for Lucy, allowing her proper access to my body as I focus on Ale’s lips and fingers against my skin, adorning my body with little touches and marks, my senses were heightened from her actions, guaranteeing any touch from Lucy to elicit a fairly filthy moan to leave my mouth.

She kept her movements fairly measured and vague, dipping her finger in every once in a while, otherwise toying with my clit very gently or just working her fingers through my wetness.

It was driving me positively insane and I didn’t know how much more of the little touches and gentleness I could handle, my brain's wiring starting to slowly come undone at the hands of my teammates.

“Please, please, more.”

The words were murmured out between moans, I was becoming a complete mess with the little touches and I hated it, I hated it because all I wanted was to be fucked hard and fast, unforgivingly and the softness of their actions was driving me fucking insane. I was fairly sure they knew it, Alexia could practically read my mind, she had to know that I wanted more, that I was craving more, craving the feeling of being fucked out of my fucking mind.

“Is this not enough for you?”

Lucy’s voice was so fucking condescending, it was driving me insane in all of the best ways.

“Just please more, mas por favor, mas por favor, Luce.” (more please, more please)

I watched contemplation make its way across Lucy’s face, she was clearly deep in thought, planning her next move very carefully.

“Okay bebita, I’ll give you more.”

I didn’t have time to think about her answer, the feeling of two more of her fingers stretching out my hole being enough to have me keeling over in pleasure. It was the perfect, stretch, faster. Everything that I wanted and the feeling of Lucy’s fingers curling perfectly against that spot, was so good that I almost saw stars as soon as she brushed over it.

She kept going at a fairly rigorous pace, slowly edging me towards the line of pure pleasure and it was good. The feeling of Alexia’s teeth grazing my upper body mixed with the combination of Lucy’s actions was euphoric to me, completely addictive.

“Fuck, Luce so good, so fucking good.”

The feeling of her fingertips, slightly coarse from the callouses developed over the years, brushing up against my g-spot was inexplicable, making every single inch of my body warm with pleasure.

“Mm, you going to cum bebita, show us how good you can be?”

Her words were enough to send another set of shocks out across my body, my thighs starting to tremble on either side of Lucy.

“Please, can I cum, please, fuck.”

Alexia lifted her head from my chest, looking at me inquisitively.

“No.”

“She’s been a good girl, Reina.”

Alexia shook her head again, my body having an internal battle as the two women looked between each other and then back down at me.

“Please, Ale, fuck, please.”

Lucy’s hand was still pumping furiously inside of me as the two women stared at each other, both of them wearing similar expressions of stubbornness.

“She can wait, quieres correrte puta?” (do you want to come, slut?)

I nodded furiously at Ale, I was teetering right on the edge of orgasm and I didn’t think I could last much longer, my self control slowly slipping away as Lucy worked at my pussy tirelessly.

“Joder, por favor Ale, por favor.” (Fuck, please Ale, please)

Ale shook her head at me, but in contrast Lucy nodded at me, it was messing with my head, the two of them obviously disagreeing on the topic.

“Lucia, aquí no mandas tu, soy yo. Si quieres usar el juguete con ella más tarde te portarás bien.” (Lucia, you’re not in charge here, I am. If you want to use the toy on her later than you will behave)

Alexia’s Spanish was aggressive and spoken fast enough that I couldn’t understand it properly. Lucy’s Spanish was better than mine, Ale had tried her hardest to teach me in the few months that I’d been here and the years that we’d been dating but I was horrible at learning a new language, Lucy was less shocking then I was and I knew by her facial expression that she understood most, if not all of what Ale was saying to her.

All of a sudden Lucy’s hand was withdrawing itself from my heat, the two women arguing furiously in Spanish above me.

“Me prometiste.” (You promised.)

Ale glared at Lucy before starting a flurry of Spanish that I didn’t even try to translate.

“Estás discutiendo conmigo, Lucia? Quieres siquiera estar aquí? Tal vez deberías irte a casa.”

(Are you arguing with me Lucia? Do you want to be here? Continue and you can go home)

I was no longer being touched, no longer had the attention on me, the two women on top of me completely wrapped up in their fight for dominance to care about my pleasure that I’d been so close to reaching. It annoyed me, listening to the two of them go back and forth in a language that I couldn’t understand. I was fairly certain that Lucy didn’t even fully understand everything Alexia was saying to her, but based on her tone of voice and some of the words she must have been piecing it together.

I watched, slightly annoyed, as the two bit back at each other. It was malicious and boring for me, who had no idea what they were saying and I was honestly to horny to care.

I couldn’t help but let my hand slide down the inside of my thigh, now forgotten by Lucy. If they weren’t going to give me attention I’d give it to myself.

My hand only made it as far as my clit though before it was very quickly snatched by Alexia, her quick reflexes coming into play, one of her hands grabbing my hand that was between my thighs and the other hand coming down on my thigh in a resounding slap.

“Maldita zorra, realmente no puedes esperar, verdad? Entonces jodidamente impaciente. Te arrepentirás.” (Fucking slut, you really can’t wait can you? So fucking impatient, You’re going to regret that.)

I understood those words and they made my core shiver.

Alexia made quick work of finding my other hand, pulling the forgotten blindfold over my head. It was still slightly damp with Lucy’s juices, Alexia brought my two wrists together above my head and used the once blindfold to secure them together, so they were bound above my head, resting on the pillows behind me.

“I think it’s about time we give you what you want, hm, you're so impatient today, so needy to be filled. What do you want, tell me slut.”

Alexia’s hand was grasping my chin now and it was all becoming too much for me, my brain overstimulating itself from the sudden attention.

“Por favor, fóllame.” (Please, just fuck me.)

Alexia smirked at my pleading, she loved it when I spoke Spanish to her, I think she was a little bit proud of me when I did.

“Is that what you want, for me or Lucia to use the strap on you, stuff you full?”

I nodded furiously at Alexia, as much as I could with the grip she had on my chin.

“Si, please Luce, fill me up?”

Lucy’s jaw almost dropped to the floor at my words, I could tell she was trying her hardest to keep herself composed but my words had gotten to her.

“Second draw, of the dresser, Lucia.”

Lucy was up off the bed almost immediately, Ale busying herself with one of my nipples, rubbing the little nub in between her two fingers, toying with it in a painfully sensitive way whilst pressing gentle kisses along my jawline.

In what I was certain was record time Lucy had returned to the bed, this time with Alexia’s favourite strap fastened across her hips. I wished I could take a mental picture of Lucy kneeling in between my legs, Alexia and I’s favourite dildo hanging securely between her legs.

“I think you’ve prepped her enough with your fingers, she’s soaked so you shouldn’t need lube.”

Alexia nodded at Lucy reassuringly, any past argument and tension between the two now dismissed by the overall theme of giving me pleasure.

The feeling of the tip of the dildo pushing through my folds was enough to have my back arching against the bed. Alexia’s lips on my jaw long forgotten as Lucy oh so gently pushed into my entrance. It was pure ecstasy, illicit moans leaving my mouth as she pushed the length of the cock into my cunt, my pussy devouring every inch until Lucy’s hips were pressed against my own. She sat like that for a few seconds, letting me adjust to the intrusion before starting to rock back and forth. My hips met hers on every single thrust, my body pushing itself down against her to try and get as much off the dildo crammed into me as I could.

Lucy was leaning over me, Ale’s lips leaving my body to meet Lucy’s, the two of them meeting in a teeth clashing kiss, the both of them fighting for dominance in the kiss whilst Lucy continued to push into me at a unrelenting pace, it was so fucking good, the sex equivalent to drugs. I was practically incoherent, moans and half words leaving my mouth as Lucy pounded into me.

“Ale, please can I cum, por favor.”

Alexia removed her lips from Lucy’s for long enough to speak to me.

“Cum, cum cãrino, once you start though you aren’t stopping until Lucia and I are done, comprendida?”

I didn’t even need to listen to the second half of Ale’s words, my body already spasming as my orgasm washed over me. My vision went black and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as everything blurred and everything mellowed out for a few seconds as I bathed in the post orgasmic bliss. Then, suddenly, it all came crashing back down on me, the feeling of Lucy still pounding into my now very sensitive pussy was too much, too much feeling, too much pleasure, too much everything and I could feel the tears springing to my eyes.

“No más, No más.”

Ale looked down at me, smirking slightly as the tears leaked from my eyes. I was so over stimulated, I could feel absolutely everything, my senses heightened beyond anything I was used to all a sudden.

“One more bebita, give us one more, I know you can do it cãrino, let go for us.”

The mixture of Ale’s words and Lucy pressing a soft kiss to my breast was enough to send me over the edge for a second time, my body trembling uncontrollably with the aftershocks as I blacked out completely from the mixture of pleasure and dull pain. I went limp against our sheets, my body completely done and tired from the actions of the night.

I felt Lucy slowly ease out of me and Ale getting up from the mattress beside me, I mewled slightly at the abrupt complete loss of contact but relaxed when I felt Lucy’s toned body slide in beside me, pulling the covers of the bed over the two of us and bringing my head up to her chest. I kept my eyes closed, still shaking from my orgasm. Lucy unwrapped my hands from their bonds ever so gently, rubbing at the place that the silk had been before guiding them to her stomach, resting my hands against her stomach, letting me gently draw circles against the surface of her skin. Lucy moved onto gently running her hands through my hair, combing out any knots that had come from our activities, her hands ever so carefully working their way through my tresses, using the perfect amount of pressure to tug at the lengths but not tugging hard enough to hurt. She worked gently at my scalp, her hands massaging my skin.

It wasn’t long before Ale returned to us, sliding in on the other side of me, one of her hands making it’s way to my bicep, gently rubbing the skin with her hands, letting her hand press in just enough for me to find comfort in the action.

I opened my eyes slightly when she pressed down on my bicep hard enough to get my attention. She waved a water bottle in my direction and I understood the memo. I sat myself up a little bit against Lucy, my whole body practically leaning against her. Ale handed me a bottle and then moved on to pressing on into Lucy’s palm, ordering me to drink and me not having the energy to say no to her. The water felt good going in, cooling my now slightly sore throat.

“How’s the head, mi amor?”

There was worry laced between Alexia’s eyebrow as she looked my body up and down, looking for any signs that I was anything but okay. She was always worrying about me, especially when I got injured.

“Fine, a little bit sore but okay.”

Alexia nodded at me, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to my forehead before turning her head in Lucy’s direction.

“Lucia Roberta, drink some water.”

Lucy perked up at Alexia’s words, opening her drink bottle dutifully and taking a few sips before placing it on the bedside table next to her. Alexia rolled her eyes at Lucy but didn’t push it, wrapping an arm around my torso and relaxing against my body.

“How was it amar, everything you wanted?”

I nodded against Alexia, from my spot sandwiched in between her chest and Lucy’s.

“It was fucking perfect.”

Alexia smirked at my words.

“How about you Lucia?”

I felt Lucy inhale from her spot above me, the woman leaning down to press a kiss to both Alexia and I’s cheeks before replying.

“Words couldn’t describe.”

I snorted into Lucy’s chest, finding solace in the warmth of the two bodies I was in between, everything feeling so perfect and right in that moment.

“Get some sleep you two, you both deserve it after how perfect you were on the field.”

I smiled into Alexia’s chest, unable to suppress the eyeroll at her way of bringing her captaining into the fucking bedroom.

“Love you Ale, Love you Luce.”

I relaxed into the two bodies beside them. We would talk about how it had come about in the morning, talk about doing this again, I was sure of it. For now though, I was happy lying between the two women, willing to let my body loosen up and relax in the safety of the two women's arms.

[sanskari-kanya]

Guess who got 30/30 on her finals’ viva 😭💃

It was the biggest adventure of my goddamn life.

The viva was scheduled at 3 pm today so I was pretty chill. I was like okay I’ll do the hardest ones till late night, grab some good sleep and wake up a little early to revise the rest.

But my university sent a mail at 10:30 pm, saying ✨surprise motherfuckers, the time is changed to 9:30 am, all the best insufferable freshers✨

Post this mail, I had made peace in accepting that I aint gonna get any sleep tonight and I had to revise 4 subjects till 8 am (minus 30 minutes to get my boogie ass ready because I will never enter the uni looking like crap and 30 more minutes to reach the university)

I started studying around 12 am because all we did was cuss the fuck out of the university and exam managers for a bloody 1.5 hours.

Considering my attention span, my study session lasted for approximately 15 minutes before I opened Pinterest and keep scrolling mindlessly until it was suddenly 2 am 🤩. Then I went for a mindless walk around the hostel, disturbed my bf for a good 15 minutes, and realised he wasn’t giving me any attention because he actually studies and uski fati padi thi so I came back in my room and re-started studying. It continued till 5 am (paired with stress eating, gossiping, watching a documentary)

THEN, I ACCIDENTALLY FELL ASLEEP AT 5 AM AND WOKE UP AT 8 AM!?!? I had to leave at 9 am so there was no bloody chance of revising Histology and Radiology that I very confidently left for the morning 🤗 I left the house at 9 and kept a ppt of histological slides open on my phone so I could at least revise SOMETHING.

If this drama was not enough, here is more :

Me and my friend had decided to pair up for the viva but some dude mishandled the list and jumbled the numbers and I had to beg my classmate to go with a random dude so me and bestie could go tgt.

As I was about to enter the viva room, a physical fight broke pit between two students and my examiner walked out to stop the fight and never returned.

I confidently wrong answered a sub question and made the doctor believe that I was right cus I answered everything else too. 10 in Anatomy ✅

Manually picked the harder examiner for Histology because bestie shat in anatomy so I wanted her to score in Histology with the easier examiner. My reactions to the first two questions- ✨ma’am I don’t know✨ and she was glaring me so bad I cannot explain y’all but then by god’s grace, she asked me more questions (redemption arc) that I answered but she gave me 7.5 so I was like okay, I did shit in the beginning so-

Next was physiology and if y’all weren’t aware of my bad reputation with the professor (George), well now you are 🤗 But then I again had a choice to choose my examiner and I chose my favourite teacher from last semester and George was like ✨why are you not sitting with me huh✨ in the most sarcastic tone ever like i would ever voluntarily chose you , kind sir.

End result, I scored full in physiology too which just proves that my physiology wasn’t a problem, George was the problem!

Last was Radiology. I was scared for my life since I slept and didn’t revise radiology AT ALL. But the examiner was impressed by my marks and gave me 2.5 🙂‍↕️

Now if that still wasn’t enough adventure for you, let me introduce you to my bad math skills. 7.5 in Histology + 2.5 in radiology makes 10 which meant I had scored 30/30 but my dumbass forgot math and thought I scored only 27.5 and went out a little sad.

Then a senior dude asked me how was it and I was like ‘Accha tha bas muje ek baat bata histology ke liye maximum kitna hota hai?’ And he was 7.5 and then it hit me ‘Oh bhaiii fir toh muje full mile hai’ 😭😭😭

I’m never forgetting this day. I narrated this entire thing to my mom twice, once to bf, a 30 min voice note to @hum-suffer and now on tumblr.

[kithnkiss]

general kink headcannons for paul, gene, ace and eric. especially ace and gene.

�� general kinks (headcannons)

warnings. kinks baaaaaby, smut (duh), f!reader

notes. thank you anon! i decided to do three as the max, and a small bonus kink. if anyone (or you, my beloved anon) wants more of these kink headcannons, leave another ask :)

PAUL STANLEY

Dirty Talk: It's no surprise that Paul, known for his well-spoken nature, begins showering you with explicit compliments and weaving steamy fantasies during dirty talk. There is not a time while you’re having sex that Paul does not talk dirty, whether you’re goin’ hard or slow, he can’t help but put into words what he’s thinking and feeling.

“Fuck baby, your pussy feels so good wrapped around me.”

“Keep staring at me like that hun, makes me wanna bend you over this table.”

Exhibitionism: Now this goes both ways. He loves watching you, and loves you watching him. When Paul is in the mood to watch, his favorite treat is a seductive striptease. As he watches you undress, maybe even adding a little dance to the mix, this man is completely captivated and you have him wrapped right around your finger. On the days when he’s being watched (which mostly happens because he wants to punish or tease you), he indulges in pleasuring himself. His hands roam over his chest, fingers teasing his nipples, all building up to the moment when he starts touching his cock. (Bro is such a whore, but we love him)

“Go slower baby, take your time.”

“Fuck, look how hard you make me. You regrettin’ all the back talk from earlier? Maybe if you say you’re sorry, you can have a taste.”

Mirror Play: He definitely has a mirror on his ceiling. I guess this kind of plays into the exhibition kink as well because he really just loves watching. While he enjoys being watched or watching you, the idea of watching you both together? Absolutely. Yes, ma’am. His preferred method of using a mirror is having a full-length one next to the bed, positioning you on the bed to sit in front of him. Sharing the experience of him exploring your body together is an incredibly intimate moment for him. This act is just one of the many ways he loves expressing his love for you. Having you, his favorite girl, fully engrossed in him and being able to fully engage with you physically is all he needs to feel content and fulfilled.

“Keep watching, love. See how are bodies were made for each other?”

“Shit, look at you. So precious and so fucking sexy. Think you can come for me? Just like this?”

Bonus Kink: Daddddyyy

ERIC CARR

Oral Sex: While he could never say no to seeing you on your knees, he definitely prefers giving. His style of giving head varies. He has you either begging him to move faster or pleading for him to slow down (sometimes it depends on his mood, what you want, and if you’re being good or not). His favorite way though? Messy. Slurping, spitting, licking every crevice, biting, sucking your clit and lips, pushing his tongue as far as it can go inside of you. He doesn't care what noises his mouth is making or how loud he is; he is too hypnotized by your taste and reactions to care. Also, just a little side note, that if you ever give this man a chance, he will eat you out for hours.

“You taste so good on my tongue. Can’t wait to make you come on it and taste you even more”

Anal Play: Just like your pussy, he loves eating your ass out too (honestly, there’s not a place on you he won’t touch with his tongue). Now hold up and pump the brakes babe, cuz’ I’m not finished. You licked his asshole once on accident (because you were actually just trying to lick his balls) and he came so fast and so hard that it shocked both of you. Now it’s a given that every time you suck him off, you’re also eating his ass. Yeah, you two were practically meant for each other at this point.

“Got such a sweet pussy and ass, and it’s all for me. Ain’t that right baby?”

“Oh christ, keep using your tongue on me like that and m’ gonna fuckin’ come.”

Discipline: Respect is such a huge thing for him, and while he recognizes that everyone makes mistakes and says things they don't mean, he will correct you if you overstep a boundary. Truth be told, if you ever do manage to provoke him, it's most likely intentional on your part, so really this is just all play for both of you. And it’s something you enjoy immensely, because there is nothing hotter than your hot drummer bending you over any available surface to give you good ol’ fashion spanking.

“Keep pushin’ it babygirl. I have no problem lifting that cute little skirt and smacking your ass.”

Bonus Kink: breeding kink

ACE FREHLEY

Spanking: Now before we get to the actual ✨sexy part✨, just know that this is also could be his affectionate (and playful) side coming through. You’re talking to someone? Lightly plays your cheeks like they’re drums to pass the time. He’s talking to someone? Pats you on the bum every once and awhile. He wants your attention for a moment? Gives you a little tap on the ass. This is his soft and loving side. On the other side, he’s one of two things: encouraging or upset. You’re riding him? he'll give your rear a solid smack and compliments you on how good you’re making him feel. You’re mouthing off? Get ready to count each spank.

“You’re doin’ so good for me sweetie. Fuck, just like that.”

“For every sentence you used to piss me off, you get a smack. And you bet your ass you’re counting each one of em’.”

Choking: You were the one who initiated this, and by initiation, I mean you guided his hand to encircle your neck, and he completely fell in love with it. Most nights, his hand is usually just placed there, not really squeezing. The nights he’s a little rougher (or you’ve made him), he squeezes. And yes, the intensity of his grip correlates with his level of frustration. Are you getting on his nerves? He applies a bit of pressure as a warning. Have you truly angered him? He gradually restricts your air supply until you're in tears, pleading for forgiveness. (P.S.A: RINGS ON HIS FINGERS. That’s all.)

“Goddamn you look good with my hand wrapped around your pretty neck baby.”

Sex Toys: He has a fondness for all things related to toys, but particularly enjoys using them in public. Vibrating panties and small bullets are his preferred choices, relishing in the thrill of making you squirm in front of others and teasing you to the brink with a simple remote control in his hand. However, behind closed doors, he indulges in a wide array of toys - from dildos and wands, to nipple clamps and paddles/floggers. Typically, he's the one using the toys on you, but one day, you arrived home with a cock ring as a surprise. He’s never come so hard in his life and ever since that day, he occasionally yearns for you to use toys on him too.

“You’re lookin’ a little red, honey. You gonna come for me in fronna’ all these people?”

“Fuckin’ hell, I can’t hold it much longer. Please don’t stop.”

Bonus Kink: Exhibitionism (but nothing like Paul’s taste).

GENE SIMMONS

Humiliation: For light play, this involves lighthearted teasing, playful name-calling, or light-hearted embarrassment. Typically, this is a side he reserves exclusively for you, reluctant to reveal his more gentle side to others. On the other hand, in more intense scenarios, he can be cruel, resorting to using every degrading term in the book and pushing you to the point of tears through intense humiliation. And he will tear you down in public (consensually).

“Look at you, trying to act tough. Makes me wanna pinch your cheeks, sweet thing.”

“Maybe if you weren’t acting like a whore, I wouldn’t be making you do this in front of the guys, but you’ve left me no choice. Now crawl.”

Begging: Watching you cry and hearing your sobs and pleas for him sparks a rush of exhilaration and arousal within him. Initially, when you first cried, he was genuinely freakingthefuckout. However, once you reassured him that your tears were a result of the pleasure he was bringing you, he felt invincible.

“Shit, you look pretty when you cry baby.”

Somnophilia: He rarely arrives home before sundown, and by the time he does, you have already been asleep for a few hours. So, when you mentioned that you fantasized about him using you while you slept, the idea never left his mind. The first time, he was hesitant and on the verge of backing out, but then he recalled the words of reassurance you had given him. The irresistible idea of waking you with gentle caresses with his tongue proved too tempting, and he finally gave in to his desires. After that night of success, he got more confident and addicted.

“My beautiful girl, can’t wait for you to wake up.”

Bonus Kink: Slapping

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[recklesssturniolo]

can you do a chris x reader where its like enemies to lovers, but they fuck at a party??🤭 & also i know i told you this alr, but i love you & your writing smmm <3

Party Girl - C.S

Enemies x lover w Chris, dom!Chris

Ps. @hearttshapedkisses Ilysm

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

Any invite I got to a party was accepted immediately. I loved them, the atmosphere, the dancing, everything. With the triplets, Nick was decently easy to convince to come, Matt was near impossible but I did succeed at time, and Chris I never even bothered to ask. Him being there or not didn’t matter to me. It was safe to say we didn’t get along. Constant bickering, insults being thrown, etc. Was he hot? Absolutely. Had his ego went straight to his head? No doubt.

“Okay so Nick, you’re coming. Matt?” I smiled at him.

“I’d rather run myself over with the van” He replied.

“You’re so dramatic, just come for a little” I begged.

“Fine” He sighed.

“Don’t worry Y/N I’ll be there too” Chris says walking into the living room.

“Damn nights already ruined” I replied.

“Yeah? Stay here then” He smiled.

Rolling my eyes I get up, grabbing Nick’s hand and bringing to his room so we could get ready.

“Okay what about this dress?” I say turning around to face Nick.

“That’s definitely the one! You look so hot” He grins.

“Okay okay thank you, are you wearing that? It looks so good” I smile back.

“Yes ma’am, ready to go when you are. Or I guess when Matt is” He laughs.

After a bit of nagging Matt to get going, all of us walk to the van. I couldn’t help but feel eyes on me, turning around I notice it’s Chris, literally looking me up and down with clearly no shame as he smirked up at me.

Getting to the party, Chris and I bolt to the drinks. Nick and Matt rolling their eyes behind us. After a while I find my way back to the three brothers, decently drunk now.

“Hello my cuties, Nick come dance” I smile.

“Not a chance Y/N” He sighed.

“You’re all no fun, I’ll find someone else then” I roll my eyes walking away. Once again feeing eyes on me. Looking around I find an attractive guy on his own, I walk up to him asking him to dance and he says yes.

On the dance floor his hands are on my hips as I grind on him, as he continuously tells me how hot I am. Feeling a sudden loss of his touch, I turn around.

“Chris what the fuck? We were dancing” I yell over the music.

He ignores me before speaking directly to the guy, “Get the fuck away from her, got it?” The guy nodding and walking away.

“The fuck is your issue? Acting like my father. I can dance with who I want” I tell Chris.

“Not in that dress you can’t” He replies.

“Sorry? You pulled him away from me because of my dress?” I question, confused at why he even cared.

“No, I pulled him away because he was 100% planning to fuck you” He says.

“Okay? I can fuck who I want” I reply, my arms now crossed.

“Yeah? You think so? Was your plan to act like a slut tonight from the get go?” He says, stepping closer to me.

“Yeah Chris I can fuck who I want, I can also act like a slut if I want too” I reply.

I wasn’t one for one night stands, but regardless I wasn’t gonna stand there and be told by a guy I don’t even like what I can or can’t do.

“Alright show me how much of a slut you are then” He smirks. Turning me around so my back was now against his. I had no idea why he was acting like this, but gave in and began dancing on him.

Leaning my head back, Chris kisses my neck then whispers in my ear, “You know I’ve been wanting you all night? Been thinking of how good you’d look on your knees for me”

There was no denying that him saying that was hot, even despite never expecting him to say anything of that sort to me.

“Chris” I practically moan out as he sucks on my sweet spot.

“Look at that, I already have you moaning for me” He responds.

“Order an Uber” I mumble.

“Not a chance, I’m not waiting that long. Washroom, now” He demands.

I do as he says and manage to find my way to the bathroom, my back instantly being pinned to the door and Chris’ lips attacking mine. I didn’t even bother fighting for dominance, I knew he’d win anyways. I feel his hand slip up my dress and up my thigh, him flattening it against my pussy.

“Hate me so much but you’re this wet for me huh?” He smirks.

“I can hate you and still -“ I begin but get a loss of words as without warning he pushing two fingers into me.

“Jesus fuck Chris” I moan as he pumps his fingers out of me, his pace fast from the get go.

“Yeah? You like that you slut? My fingers deep inside of you?” He asks.

“Yes fuck” I whimper.

A whine leaves my mouth as he pulls his fingers out of me, missing the sensation immediately. I watch as he places his two fingers into his mouth and sucks my juices off of them.

“Always knew you’d taste good. Bend over the counter” He instructs.

Once again I do as he says, pulling up my dress to give him access, him pulling down my panties before undoing his belt and pulling his pants and boxers down. I feel him slide his dick between my folds before lining himself up with my entrance.

“Chris” I whimper, my pussy throbbing for him.

“Tell me what you want” He says.

“Fuck me, please I need you so badly” I reply.

“So needy for me pretty girl” He responds before beginning to push himself inside of me.

“You’re - fuck too big Chris” I groan out, fully sure there was no way all of him could fit inside of me.

“Shut up and take it” He groans continuing to enter me, my pleasure only increasing as he did so, “Told you that you could take it fucking whore”

I let out a string of moans in responds as he thrusts himself into me, his grip on my waist gradually getting tighter as he goes faster.

“Can you hear how wet you are for me? The sounds your pussy is making, who’s got you so wet?” He smirks.

“You got me this wet Chris, fuck go harder please” I whine, my voice straining.

“Knew you were a slut but god I never thought you were this slutty” He responds.

Beginning to slam into me, I feel my high creeping up faster and faster, my legs starting to go weak from how perfectly he was hitting my g-spot.

“I’m gonna come Jesus Christ please don’t stop please” I moan, my eyes clenching shut.

“Such a little whore, come on, come all over my dick” He responds, his voice becoming raspy and his hands moving to help hold up my body.

That was all I needed to be sent over the edge, his name repeatedly leaving my mouth tangled with curse words as pleasure flooded through my body.

“We’re not done yet, get on your knees. I’m coming in your mouth” He demands.

“Shit okay” I mumble, getting down on my knees and slowly starting to take him into my mouth, my hand stroking what couldn’t fit in my mouth.

I feel his hand on the back on my head, slightly pushing it, “Fucking slut, all of it in your mouth, don’t pretend you can’t handle it”

I nod before taking all of his dick into my mouth. Instantly feeling it hit the back of my throat. As I bob his dick in and out of my mouth, tears begin streaming down my face from the amount of gagging.

I notice his grip on my hair become tighter, now pulling it and his dick begin to twitch in my mouth.

“Just like that, fuck fuck I’m coming” He groans, him now thrusting his hips and therefore his dick into my mouth.

As he finishes, I pull away and wipe the corners of my mouth while looking up at him. Noticing the sweat on his forehead and the slight trembling of his legs.

“Look pretty on your knees for me. Just as I imagined you would” He smirks, offering his hand to help me up. I take a few seconds to actually stand and stay balanced, my legs still not completely stable.

“Tell a soul about this Chris and I swear I’ll kill you” I tell him, wiping the smudge mascara from under my eyes.

“What you’re saying I can’t tell anyone I just gave you the best orgasm of your life?” He replies.

“I won’t deny that it was the best one I’ve had, however, yes keep your mouth shut” I smile back.

He kisses my cheek before speaking, “You’re mine now, dont think any different” before walking out and leaving me to my own thoughts. What the fuck did that mean?

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[winniethewife]

Kinktober day 8

Day Eight: Cockwarming (Tony Stark x reader)

Warnings: smut under the cut, nsfw, 18+, FemBodied, plot, P!inV!,punishment, begging, Unprotected sex

Minors DNI

Words: 650

“Tony…”

“Shhh…just let me, look at you.” Tony looked over you with pride and lust in his eyes.

“You can’t be serious, this is barely a dress.” She remarks as she tried to pull down the short skirt to no avail.

“Hm? Oh yeah definitely, Nobody will question your credentials in that.”

“I thought my years in undercover training was supposed to help us with that, but what do I know…” She Rolls her eyes

“Oh probably, but I like this method way more.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her and she sighed in frustration

“Whatever”

Hours later, Tony’s driving them back from the party where they were supposed to get the information from. “Supposed to’ is the key phrase. She’s pinching the bridge of her nose and muttering curses under her breath.

“It wasn’t that bad.” Tony mutters

“Oh, really? I would say it was pretty much a disaster Tony.”  She says with venom in her voice.

“You kept flirting with that guy! I couldn’t focus.” He tried to defend himself

“I was distracting him, so you could get the information dimwit. You know, doing my job?” she looks at him pointedly.

“I’m sleeping on the couch aren’t I?”

“Oh no, I have a much worse punishment in mind.” And she did, as he would find out. As they lay bed, she sat on cock. Not moving. Just sitting there. It was absolute torture, and absolute heaven at the same time. It didn’t help that He had stripped down entirely naked and she was still wearing that dress.

 “Come on sweetie. Let’s just forget about this… Baby please.” He pleads with her as her wet pussy contracts around him, he couldn’t honestly tell which muscle movements were intentional and which were purely coincidental.

“Oh no you’re not getting out of this easily. You totally screwed our mission and Fury will chew me out tomorrow like I’m a piece of his favorite gum. And it’s not even my fault this went poorly. It’s yours. So suck up and deal.” She smirks slightly at his pouty face and puppy dog eyes. She’s not gonna fall for it. She clenches around him, refusing to move, warming his cock. He let out an uncharacteristic whine as she does this.

“That’s stupid…I mean maybe I deserve it…but I still hate it.” Tony grumbles like a toddler who was just told he could only have one piece of candy. She lifted her her hips and slammed down on him once, causing him to groan.

“Enough back talk or I can find a better way to spend my time.” She uses a tone of voice that makes it very clear to tony that she isn’t kidding.

“Yes ma’am.”  He says with a smirk, which quickly disappears from his face as he feels his cock twitch inside her. Every involuntary movement made this whole situation that much better, and that much worse. He would have thought that he would have gone soft by now but every time he thinks hes going to she does something that sends the flag back up the pole. A slight shift of her hips, a single thrust, clenching down on him, she knew exactly how to play him, like an instrument she had taken years to master. It was like this for nearly half an hour when she started to rock her hips back and forth. Her own will to continue like this waning. That’s when Tony knew he had a chance.

“Come on sweetie, let me make it up to you…” He leans forward and takes her hips in his hands lifting her slightly off his cock, then back down. Both of them already on the edge of over stimulation. A moan escapes her lips as he does this. She may be a stubborn woman, but she was still a woman with needs.

“Alright. But you’re not really off the hook…yet…”

~

Kinktober masterlist

[toppersbitch]

Good Boy // Joe Burrow x Reader

18+ Minors DNI

Summary: you treat Joe after his long practice, taking control of him

Word Count: 900

Warnings: dom! Reader x sub! Joe, riding, overstimulation, cockwarming, reader praises joe, unedited work

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Joe returns home from practice, his first for the spring. He was an athletic weapon, rarely ever ached or pained, and when he did it wasn’t ever anything a nice day in couldn't fix. And that’s just what he needed today.

He sat on the couch awaiting your arrival for the movie. You brought a bowl of popcorn and a pack of M&M's. You plopped down on the couch, resting against Joe’s body. His hand grabbed yours, resting them on your lap. Throughout the movie his hands would wander, making you wait in anticipation, his hands never neared your heat. He knew his effect, but you knew yours more.

His hand found its way to your thigh, squeezing and kneading it. His hand moved further, your breath hitched, waiting for his next move. He didn’t move, you decided to take things into your own hands.

You sighed loudly, watching out of the corner of your vision. He smirked, his hand thumb pressed against your clit through the fabric of your pants. You pretended to be flustered, grabbing his wrist and bucking your hips. You moved to straddle him, your quick movements taken Joe by surprise. His hand held onto your waist, the other squeezing your ass.

“Let me take care of you,” you whispered in his ear, moving to kiss his jawline. Your sucked, knowing you’d leave a mark that all the guys would tease him for tomorrow, “you poor boy.”

You patronized him, pull your shirt over your head, his eyes watched you intently. You lifted his shirt off.

“You must be so sore,” you kissed his chest, his hands stayed squeezing your ass. Lifting your head you kissed his lips again, moving your hips in the slightest manner. He was already hard, you felt it between your legs, “Are you too sore to move baby?”

“Yes ma’am,” he answered, his eyes looking at yours eagerly.

You stood, removing both of your pants and underwear. He sat in front of you waiting, you walked towards him, climbing to straddle him again. He looked down to your heat, it was so close to meeting his cock. You smirked knowing you had to tease him.

You lowered yourself, just touching the tip and again.

“Please?” He asked, his voice was whiny. Like music to your ears.

“Please what?” You said, your hands clasping around the back of his neck.

“Please let me fuck you?” You obliged, lowering yourself, he groaned. You slid up and down, his head throwing itself back against the headrest. You took the chance, once again placing your lips to his neck, leaving another purple and red mark. The thought of Joe being picked on in the locker room made you hot.

You sped up your pace, Joe's hand gripping for supper rather than to feel. You took one of his hands and placed it to your breast, helping him knead it. You moaned out his name, his eyes opening to watch you.

“Y/n,” he whimpered, he was close.

“What baby?” You wanted him to ask, “what do you need?”

“Please can I cum?” His words were whiney, in need of release. You didn’t answer, watching him writhe to hold in his cum, “please?”

He was so whiny, a whimpering mess beneath your body. His hands gripped your skin tight as he tried to hold back.

“Cum for me,” you said, you pushed your hips down farther, letting his dick reach deep inside you. You felt as he tended inside you, cumming. His whines turned to heavy breathes, hands loosening their grip.

“Fuck,” he said, his heavy breathes hitting your neck. He moved his hand, holding your neck and pulling you into his body.

“I didn’t cum yet Joe,” you said, taunting him. Your voice teased him, his dick still so sensitive inside you. You moved your hips once, he let out a whimper. You moved again slowly, his body seemed to shake from the stimulation.

“I can’t,” he begged for you to stop, his hands pressing themselves to your thighs in desperation for you to hold still.

“Please Joe for me?” You batted your eyes down at him. He closed his eyes, nodding, you lifted yourself and down again. You did it again, and again, your hand moving down to rub your clit. Joe was whimpering beneath you, begging you to hurry. His hand held your arm tight, his touches were sure to leave bruises today.

You moved in all directions, rubbing quick circles. You felt your stomach tighten, your pussy tensing. Joe moaned loudly, his hips bucking widely. You let go, moaning out his name, you felt him cum again. His moaning slowed again, you fell against him.

“Good boy,” you said, playing with the hair at the back of his head. You stayed on his dick, the two of your bodies tensing and relaxing. You could feel him breathing against your neck, his hands fell beside his body, limp from exertion.

You stayed sitting on his dick, not moving. You both came down from your climaxes, the only sound being your heavy breaths, someone’s accompanied by an accidental whimper. Joe slowly becomes soft inside you. You pulled yourself off, letting your hand drag across his chest as you sat beside him.

“I like when you take control,” he turned his head to smirk at you. He grabbed your hand, holding it, rubbing his thumb back and forth.

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Ugh this was IT! I decided to combine the two requests. I hope that the swarm of people requesting the two enjoy this!

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[queen-of-hellfire666]

Slow dance {Billy Hargrove x F!Reader}

Your prom date is a jerk

That’s all you could think as you rushed out, your little heels clapping an tears falling. I’m the heat of the moment you ran right into Billy Hargrove. “Watch it-“ he looked down to see your shaking, crying figure. “What happened?” He gritted his teeth. He didn’t give into feelings but ever since he had got here your the only friend he can call a friend. “N-nothing..” you sniffled. “Who.” He growled. “Derek and his friends laughed at me because he stood me up and said he never would go to prom with a girl like me.” You explained.

Billy grabbed your shoulders gently. “Go to my car.” He put his suit jacket around your shoulders and ushered you on out. As soon as you were out he walked into that gym.

“DEREK!” He yelled. “Your gonna fucking pay for doing this.” He punched Derek a few good times before leaving him bloody on the ground. He taught him to not fuck with his girl. He soon strutted out to you. “Let’s get out of here princess. Let me make tonight up to you.” He quickly pulled out of the parking lot, peeling out with screaming tires.

“I just wanted a dance.” You whispered so soft. “Then a dance is what you get.” He whispered back to you as he pulled into the grass near the lake. “Take those heels off princess.” He turned to you, wiping your smeared makeup and tears.

“Don’t let that ass ruin your night.” He have a reassuring squeeze to your jaw. He was gentle as he reached into the dash and pulled out a CD. “I hope you won’t mind the music taste.” He put in a CD before getting out. “Cmon.” He opened your door, taking your hand. “Your getting your dance.” He slowly swayed with you as the first song played, a slow rock song. “You look beautiful.” He whispered into your ear as he held your figure. “Thank you..” your voice was nearly nothing, but he heard. He gave you a twirl before smiling.. a big, actual.. beautiful Billy smile.

“This is Bon Jovi right?” You brought up, making him proud. “Yes ma’am. ‘I’ll be there for you.” He twirled you again, brining you back and dipping you. “You left me drowning in my tears and you won’t save me anymore.. I pray to go you’ll give me one more chance girl.” He sang along, holding your hands. “I’d love and I’d die for you, I’d steal the sun from the sky for you.”

Billy had turned the night around for the best. You both danced for hours. Slow and some fast songs. Billy watched your eyes, the way they lit up whenever one of your favorite rock songs came next in the mix tape. His lips were almost close to yours until “bed of nails” by Alice Cooper came on. He chuckled and watched you twirl yourself around. “OUR LOVE IS A BED OF NAILS! LOVE HURTS GOOD ON A BED OF NAILS, ILL LAG YOU DOWN AND WHEN ALL ELSE FAILS ILL DRIVE YOU LIKE A HAMMER ON A BED OF NAILS!” You belted out. Billy chuckles. “I’m gonna get a cig.” He informed you before grabbing them from his car. He also grabbed something else.. a camera. He recorded you on it for awhile before putting it away. Once the song ended Billy smashed his cigarette into the ground. “One more dance please!” You begged grabbing his hands. “One more..” he smiled. “Let’s let the mixtape choose what song.”

The song to dance to was REO speedwagon. ‘Keep on loving you.’ Billy took your hand, pulling you in by your waist. He wanted nothing more than to kiss you right now. He loved you he loved you so. You seen past the bullshit, past his ass attitude. You saw the good in him and brought it out. You laid your head on his collar bone as he held you close. “And I’m gonna keep on loving you..” your soft hun was heard. “I don’t wanna sleep, I just wanna keep on loving you.” Billy gave a soft smile down at you.

Once the song had finished you smiled up at him and went to the car, sitting in it. He stood outside for a moment, looking into the lake. He was trying to find courage to say ‘y/n I love you.’ But he couldn’t. He couldn’t find the words, instead he just got in and started up the car. “Your house?” He asked softly. “Mhm. Unless you have other plans for us.” You told him. He usually took you to a late night movie or something.

The ride home was slower than usual. He never drove slow like this home. Everything rose has its thorn played in the background. Finally pulling into your driveway he cut the car off, coming around and helping you out. He walked you to the door, rubbing his foot on the ground. “Hey Y/n?” He asked softly. “Yes billy?” You asked with a smile. “I love you.. I’ve been in love with you.” He let it out. “If you don’t love me that’s fine-“ he was cut off by you kissing him so softly. Your lips were what he imagined and more. “8 o’clock on Saturday. Don’t be late.” You smiled. “It’s a date.” He nodded. “Okay.” He looked like a kid that got candy. “See you then.” He kissed you again before hopping in his car with a smile. He watched you walk in before pulling off. Man was he shy.

[itsohh]

My Perfect Girl

AN: I think he would be a little fucked up as a vamp (affectionate)

Summary: Stuck at Los Vaqueros base, you didn't have a chance to escape when all the shadows turned on you and the rest of your allies. Now captured you find out that your co-operation isn't what Graves most desires from you.

Word count: 2342

Warnings: Dubcon, smut (no intercourse), blood

AU Masterlist AO3

Rudy didn't dare to move as a gun was held to your head. He would survive it, but you certainly wouldn't. “Look, all I ask is you take me to Graves. I just want to talk to him.”

“Follow orders, ma’am.”

“Look- just ask. Please.” There was a small beg to your voice as you kept your hands in the air. If only the pair of you had been faster. There was a thrumming deep inside of you, a known fact. Rudy could have been faster if it hadn't been for you. Perhaps you could still get him away. One less person to worry about. 

The shadow who held you at gunpoint sighed and then turned to his com. “Commander?”

“What is it, Eric?”

“The Agent wants to talk to you.”

“Of course she does.” He let out a sigh. “I suppose her presence could keep the situation under control. Bring her to the gate. Take the other one with the rest.”

“Yup-yup.”

Rudy made eye contact with you as the pair of you silently spoke. By splitting the pair of you up, you could find out what happened to the boys and Rudy could flex his strength and escape. 

It's not the most ideal situation but not the worst. The shadow nudged you with his gun and you started to walk. 

“You can just ask me. I'll do as you say.” You huffed and Eric let out a breath. 

“We need to cuff your hands. Please keep them behind you.” 

You followed his instructions and allowed the other Shadow to click on the cuffs. He tested the cuffs briefly to make sure they clicked into place and didn't damage your wrists. 

“Please follow,” Eric commanded and you nodded. Sandwiched between the two men, they took you towards the main gate and you became increasingly aware of how many men they truly had on base. It made you wonder if this was their plan from the very beginning. 

When you arrived you were met with the tense scene in front of you. “Agent!” Soap was the first to notice your arrival.

“See, this doesn't have to end poorly for anyone. Your handler here knew how to listen and I suggest you do the same.”

“Why she in cuffs?” Ghost asked. Despite your hands being behind your back, he could easily figure it out. 

“A precaution.” Graves smiled. 

“She's human,” Soap argued.

“That doesn't mean she's harmless. Trust me I'm well aware she could probably take down a few of my men and not even the mortal kind.” Graves turned to face you as Alejandro continued to boil. 

Graves placed a hand on your shoulder and smiled. “Why don't you tell your boys to stand down?”

“I may feed them but I'm not their mother. I trust their judgement.” 

Graves’s face dropped and his eyes flicked to your neck. He gestured with his head and spoke to Eric directly. “Not what I wanted to hear…Take her somewhere… private. I want to have a little chat, she's not as cooperative as I had hoped she'd be.”

“Who the hell do you think you are arresting my guests and ordering them around in my base?” You heard Alejandro shout and Eric started to pull you away once again. “My men won't stand for it!” 

You couldn't quite hear Graves’s response as Eric pulled you to walk faster but you did the some of the commotion that broke out a few moments later. You jerked on your cuffs to get a better look before you felt Eric's hand on your shoulder. 

“Don't do anything stupid.” There was a plead to his voice like he really didn't want to hurt you. 

“I- alright.” 

-

Out of all the places they took you, you hadn't expected them to take you to Graves room. Marcus as you eventually found, stood next to you while Eric stood next to the door. You you at the end of Graves's bed. 

Eventually, he showed up. 

There was an air of frustration to him and he glanced at Marcus when he entered the room. “When I said private this wasn't what I had in mind.”

“We don't have the codes for the holding rooms yet sir.” 

Graves nodded and waved them off. “Right, I'll take it from here.”

The two men cleared from the room and soon you were left there, him standing above you while you sat on your cuffed hands. 

“Why are you doing this Graves? I don't understand. We were allies.”

He folded his arms and let out a huff. “Trust me, sweetheart, I didn't want any of this to go awry. But there are bigger things at play than just you and I. Things that your boys got too close to and now I have my orders from Shepard.”

“Don't you have a brain of your own? You don't have to follow them.” You leaned forward with your hiss of a plea. 

“Now, now darling. Let's not say anything either of us would regret.” As he spoke the corner of his lips exposed the rather unnaturally large canine full of threat. He took a couple of steps towards you and grabbed your jaw with his hand. At first, the gesture was rough but at the sound of grunt, he softened his grasp. 

Instead, his hand gently gently rest on your jaw. “You're a pretty thing that they found-”

“I am more than my appearance.” You hissed but this time he didn't lash out. Instead, his lips curled up again and he stroked your face with his thumb. 

“Oh I know, trust me. You're a smart one huh? Real inquisitive. The boys really had to be careful around you, you're so easy to talk to.” Graves leaned in close and you completely froze when his lips brushed against the side of your throat. 

“Had I found you anywhere else I would have taken you home, made you mine. Such a perfect girl.” His teeth brushed against your skin while your blood rushed in your ears. “Those 141 boys are rather likable huh? It's a shame it's turned out like this, trust me I never wanted it to.” 

Graves's voice turned into a whisper as you felt his hand steady himself on your thigh. “Why they would send you into a warzone amazes me. Not when you smell so sweet. Don't worry baby, so long as you stay being a good girl for me I won't hurt you.” His lips kissed against your neck.

“Aside from this-” His teeth pierced into you electing a cry from your lips. In defiance, you leaned back on his assigned bed. It did little to help your situation as he mounted you, his teeth secured in your neck. Your squirms and attempts to move your legs fell short as he pinned you there, his tongue on your skin. 

A hum of approval vibrated from his lips as his teeth unlatched. Instead of continuing to suck, his mouth moved and messily pressed open-mouth kisses against your skin. 

You could see that your blood had smeared over his mouth and chin when he pulled back and gave you a slightly dazed. His thumb traced down your neck to the opening on your shirt where blood had started to stain it. 

“Why are you doing this?” Your voice came out as a whisper and his eyes snapped to yours. Graves’s thumb flicked off your chest and brought it to his lips where he licked it without concern. 

“Because you enjoy it.” He leaned in close so his lips just barely grazed yours. “Because you want it.” Your blood stained your lips and he smiled. “Because you need it.”

A chuckle left his lips but he didn't miss you, he leaned back and retreated from you. “It's okay if you can't say it out loud. I already know baby.” 

“You’re a bastard.” You hissed and he only laughed more before he flipped you onto your front. 

“I may be but you're my needy little girl. My needy little human.” He leaned over your body and whispered in your ear. “I'll make you a deal darlin’. I promise I'll stop the second you tell me to, I don't do a single thing you don't want me to if you promise not to lie to me and yourself.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“That wasn't a no sweetheart. I'll give you to the count of three and unless you say otherwise I'm gonna take that as a deal made. One-”

“-Fuck you. I'm loyal to my team.”

“Nawh, I know you are honey. God damns it it doesn't make me wish I got to you first. But don't you worry your pretty little head about anything. I won't tell. Two”

His hands felt down the side of your shoulders. “Three. ” They reached your wrists and you were surprised when you heard a small click and the metal of the cuffs being removed. 

Slowly, he pulled back from you and gave you the room to turn around. “Why…?” You rubbed your wrists slightly.

“‘Cause sweetheart, I don't want to take anything that you're not willing to give. I’m not like that.” A look flashed across his face as he took a step closer towards you. He raised your chin so that you looked up at him and he flashed you his perfect bloodied teeth. “Unless you want me to be.”

You swallowed as he let go of your chin and gently pet your hair. “I won't say a word. You can still stay the perfect handler for your boys. I don't kiss and tell.”

“I hate you.” Despite your words, you couldn't muster up any venom in your voice.

“I know sweetheart. I know.” In a flash, he bent down and grabbed the side of your thighs. He forced you onto your back as he leaned over you. Chest against chest, his lips locked on yours as your wrists locked around the back of his neck. 

Your legs wrapped around his waist as you tasted the copper of your blood on his lips. Your body arched against him as your neck extended, practically on display for him. His tongue danced with yours in a fury, a passionate desire that could never be expressed through words. Graves ground his hips against your own, the predominant hard-on in his pants brought friction that wasn't unwelcome. 

He grabbed your ass cheek and rolled his hips against you, demanding more friction. You pulled back slightly from his assault of lips to breathe and he found his way once again down against your throat. Your blood had already started to clot but that didn't stop Graves from lapping at your skin. 

“I could keep you here. All to myself, wouldn't that just be a great idea? A sweet thing like you deserves to be looked after. Fuck I know I would treat you right.” He growled. 

“Graves…”

“Mmm Phil when it's just us baby.” His palm spread across your stomach for a moment before his fingers found the buttons of your once white button-up shirt. 

“You can't keep me here.”

“Mmm yeah, you’re right. I'd take you back to the US, not this God-forsaken country. Keep you at my house all safe and happy. Or maybe I'd take you back to my base so you were waiting for me whenever I come back from a mission.” He moaned at the thought and kneaded your ass a little harder. “Fuck, have that sweet neck of yours every single day. That and this tight little cunt.” 

His hips thrust firmly against you and grabbed at your breast. “Make you mine every single day.” 

“Phil…”

“My tight little mate.” He let go of your breast and pulled back. His eyes watched yours as he placed his palm over your covered cunt and started to circle your clit through your pants and underwear. How he knew exactly where to press was beyond you and your eyes fluttered close. Your hand grasped his forearm but didn't make any attempt to pull it away. 

“Mmm, I bet your fucking soaked under these huh? My good girl, all ready for me.” His tongue flicked over his teeth as his hand went to undo the belt of your pants. 

There was a bang on the door and Graves’s face whipped around. Yet you still managed to see that fury in his eyes. The way they filled up with blood to a deep red. 

He ripped his body from yours and went to the door. It was yanked open and you didn't envy the shadow on the other side. “What.” Grave hissed. 

“There's a situation at the prison.”

“Fuck. I'll be there in a moment.” He closed the door and turned back to you. The blood that covered his eyes blinked into tears that rolled down his cheeks. You watched as his skin absorbed it up and you realised that his skin had done the same with all your blood that had been smeared against it. 

At that moment your heart froze. The act of him absorbing blood through his skin was so off that your entire body locked up. You had seen a lot of weird shit in your role as a vampiric handler. The way the Gaz’s mouth would unhinge like a snake, his transformation, the way that Price’s eyes would glow, the literal pin-like fangs that Ghost sported, it was nothing in comparison to Graves’s sponge-like capabilities. 

Perhaps it was because you didn't expect it or maybe it was because it seemed like he could control it at will. It had you staring at him. 

He stalked back over to you and casually started to do your buttons up. “Don't be afraid sweetheart. My boys will take you back to your room.” He gently petted your hair after he finished buttoning up your shirt. “I promise I'll take care of you.”

“Laswell won't let this stand. Everything you're doing.” 

His movement froze and his eyes moved from your chest to your eyes. “Laswell’s not here”

[unhappycylinder]

Gonna Be Trouble (Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Fem!Reader) Part 5

Series Masterlist

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Back in college you thought you’d be able to live your normal life without thinking of Jake, that you could just slip back into your daily routine as if the airshow never happened.

But you weren’t that strong. Instead you found yourself wondering what could have been every. Second. Of. every. Day.

He was eating you up, and he didn’t even know. Well he probably knew, cause all you talked to Gabby about was how much you missed him. And what Gabby didn’t let you know was that she was also hearing constant complaints and questions from Hangman about you. 

She had grown to be one of your closest friends, and now that she was engaged to Rooster and their wedding was fast approaching, you and she were on facetime almost every night picking out fabrics and dresses and decorations.

“What do you think about this dress?” Gabby asked, holding the phone up to a picture of the most beautiful flowy white dress you had ever seen.

“Gabby oh my god that’s stunning, you’re gonna look so beautiful!” You squealed, begging her to show you her huge turquoise engagement ring that fit her personality so well.

“Aww thanks y/n. I’m so excited for you to come down here for the celebration! I know it's just gonna be small and more of a get together, but it really means a lot to me that you're making the trek down” Gabby said sincerely, her tone changing drastically to taunting with her next phrase, “and I know I'm not the only one who thinks soooo”

“Gabby, if you're trying to get me to ask if Jake is gonna be there, I’m not going to. This is about you,  ma’am, we're not talking about my failing love life right now,” you reprimanded her.

“Oh please, like that's not the one thing you've been dying to ask this entire call.”

“Nope.” You lied.

“Okay fine if you're not gonna ask it, I'm just gonna say it. Jake’s gonna be there and I know that he’s gonna be in his sexy little dress whites and that he's going to be extremely happy to see you,” Gabby teased

“Gabby, I doubt he wants to see me after everything I did. I was such an idiot.”

“Yeah you were, and so was he, and if I saw you before you left I would have hit you with my shoe…but that's what this is all about, this is your chance to make things right with him”

“Gabby! We are not talking about me! We literally called to plan your wedding and all we've accomplished is digging up the shitty past, so can we please go back to looking at your dress?”

Gabby finally gave in and went back to showing you her plans, explaining she and Rooster wanted something small and just friends and family. She said it'd be held at a bar owned by Rooster’s godfather's girlfriend called The Hard Deck (cute name, you thought), and that the actual wedding ceremony aspect would be kept to a minimum.

With the wedding date just two weeks away, you began emailing professors about your absence, getting your apartment ready, and finishing up any assignments that needed to be submitted so you didn't have to think about them on your trip. And, of course, you had picked out a beautiful golden orange satin sundress to wear to the wedding. It had spaghetti strap sleeves and a scooping neckline which showed a little bit of cleavage, and it cut off just below the knee, with a small slit up the left side. Gabby assured you that orange was the favorite color of a certain aviator, and that this dress would drive him absolutely insane…not that that was your goal or anything. 

–

Gabby had welcomed you to San Diego with open arms, volunteering Rooster to drive her to pick you up at the airport. The entire car ride to their house you talked about the wedding and your term at college, and Rooster even chimed in here and there to offer a comment about recent happenings on base. The couple had hinted at Jake a few times, but you quickly shut down the topic, earning a few sassy stares from Gabby.

Once you got to their house, a quaint on-base 2 story home painted blue and white with a decently sized backyard, Gabby showed you to your room and left you to get settled.

Downstairs, Rooster pulled his wife-to-be aside.

“Gabby, sweetheart, I know she's your friend, but why is she staying in our house during our wedding? Isn't this meant to be about us getting time to ourselves?” Rooster questioned, gesturing awkwardly to his wife.

Gabby swung her arms up around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, pulling away to explain that “she’ll be staying at Hangman’s tomorrow night at the latest, I can guarantee you that” 

“And what if she's not?” Rooster asked his fiancée, brushing her hair behind her ear

“Then I guess I’ll just have to make it up to you Bradshaw,” Gabby said seductively.

“What's that supposed to mean, future Bradshaw?”

“You'll see soon enough,” Gabby smirked as she retreated from her fiancee to go check on her friend upstairs, earning a teasing pinch on the ass from Rooster as she walked away.

Gabby plopped down on your bed as soon as she walked in, sighing deeply and staring up at the ceiling.

“You excited? Nervous?” You asked her while digging through the small suitcase you brought in search of a hairbrush 

“Bit of both, mostly excited though. He's the love of my life, but I can't say I’m not worried about that poor white boy spending the rest of his life with me, cause once he's in I'm not letting him out.” Gabby chuckled 

“Gabby, he's one of the best pilots in the navy, I’m sure he'll be able to handle you. He's done it for this long,” you giggled with her

“Yeah but marrying a Latina is different than just dating one, y/n, he's in for it I swear,” 

Gabby laughed with you as you continued to struggle to find your brush.

“For the love of god will you stop rummaging through there and gossip with me about Hangman,” Gabby pleaded, sitting up on the bed, “you've been here for like an hour and we haven't said a word about him”

“Ugh Gabby!” You pleaded, “what is there to say?”

“Have you talked to him? Has he reached out? Are you gonna hang out with him? When are you gonna fuck him again? You know, basic shit.”

“No, no, no, and who knows? Good enough for y'a?” You moved to sit up on the bed with her.

“Uh no not good enough.” Gabby looked straight at you, “y/n I’m getting married tomorrow and Jakes gonna be there, and so are you, and please for the love of god if you're gonna give me a wedding present, please make it you and Hangman making up” she pleaded

“We’ll see” you replied, nervous about seeing Jake again.

“You know what, I know you and that's the best I'm gonna get. Go shower and get some sleep, you look like shit” Gabby teased as she stood up from the bed and walked to the door of the room

“You're a bitch” you laughed

“No, I’m a Bradshaw” she replied smartly

“Same thing”

–

Mariachi music blaring, a disco ball spinning over a small wooden dance floor, and navy memorabilia scattered across every possible surface, the Hard Deck was exactly the location you pictured for Gabby and Roosters wedding. You had arrived early with the bride and groom and helped Gabby, Rooster, Maverick (who you learned was Rooster’s godfather), and Penny (Mavericks girlfriend and the owner of the bar) set up the final touches to the venue. After setting up, you, Gabby, and Penny snuck away to change into your dresses and do your makeup and hair. You opted for simple makeup and your hair down and curled, whereas Gabby was dressed in a flowy floor-length gown with a beautiful shawl across the chest. She looked stunning with her long dark hair down and curled at the ends, and her turquoise ring adding a pop of color to the whole ensemble.

You and Gabby lingered in back before the ceremony, waiting for the guests to arrive and Rooster to take his place at the altar which was set on the beach just below the deck of the bar. Once Penny gave you the all clear, you walked down the aisle throwing carnation petals all over the sand between the guests who sat on benches. There were probably 50 people there, it was a fairly small event, and your eyes, as much as you didn't want them to, scanned the crowd for Hangman. In the sea of white naval uniforms, he was kinda hard to pinpoint, but as you reached the altar, you noticed him sitting just in front of Bradley, an empty spot next to him…the only empty spot.

She’s clever. 

Rooster shot you a wink from where he stood at the altar in his dress whites, giving you the spur of encouragement you needed to sit next to Hangman, who you hadn't dared to even make eye contact with yet.

Smoothing your dress, you sat down quietly next to him, still facing straight forward. You felt him begin to lean in and part his lips when everyone rose. You darted your eyes to his, meeting his piercing green stare for the first time in months, and all the feelings from before came rushing back to you. You stared at each other as you rose, only breaking it when Gabby finally reached the altar and joined her hands with Rooster, clearing her throat in a manner that seemed a little too obvious to not be directed at you two. 

As the ceremony went on, Jake kept his shoulder pressed tightly against yours, and every once in a while you would catch him glancing over at you, but you kept your stare on your friend who was exchanging her vows with the love of her life. As they exchanged them, Jake’s gaze didn't leave the side of your face, his eyes roaming from your lips to your jaw to the curve of your nose and your beautiful eyes staring straight ahead. He knew you could feel his stare, but he didn't want you to look at him, he wanted to admire you and enjoy this moment. Enjoy his first time laying his eyes on you since the air show, and dream that maybe one day it would be him professing his vows to you, and maybe this was the first step in making that dream come true.

“You're staring cowboy” you whispered, still not looking at him 

“I know Smalls, trust me I know,” his southern drawl sending shivers down your spine as he whispered back

“I missed you,” you croaked out, darting your gaze down to your lap where your hands were fiddling with the rings on your fingers.

“You have no idea. I-”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife” the officiant declared loudly, drowning out Jake and drawing your attention to Gabby and Rooster, who were now passionately kissing as the crowd clapped. Jake turned his attention to them and whistled, cheering on his best friend. You smiled watching them, and you couldn't help but imagine you and Jake in that same position.

As the sun set below the ocean, the crowd headed inside for dancing, drinks, and a taco bar provided by Penny. You mingled with the other pilots, including Phoenix who you had met at the air show. She introduced you to Payback, Coyote, Fanboy, and several other odd names that you would never remember. And after several tacos, several drinks, and a few bad rounds of karaoke with Rooster, you stepped outside to take a breather.

Close behind you was Jake. He had his eyes on you the whole night, hoping he could find a moment to get you alone, but never finding the right time. You were always either talking to someone or dancing or singing Great Balls of Fire with Rooster over and over again. Finally, he noticed your orange dress exiting the bar, and he saw his chance.

You stood with your back to the bar, arms draped over the fence of the deck, eyes scanning the ocean which was hardly illuminated by the moonlight above. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, trying to talk up the courage to go grab Jake and ask him to talk.

“Thinking about me I hope,” his cocky voice spoke from behind you

“Always am, flyboy,” you smirked as you turned around to face him, resting your back on the railing and spreading your arms out along it.

“I'd be lying if I said it's not the same case over here,” he said as he sauntered over, his white suit catching the moonlight

“Oh you mean that you're always thinking about yourself,” you teased, he let out a chuckle as he stopped about a foot in front of you

“You know what I mean y/n,” his tone was serious and his eyes were dark. They stared deep into your soul, letting you know that this was gonna be a serious talk, and that he meant business when it came to you. Jake had lost you once, and he had sworn to himself that he would never let you go again.

“Come here,” you said softly, holding out your hand for him. He grabbed it, and you pulled it around you as you turned around to face the ocean again. Jake wrapped his other arm around you so your back was flush against his chest, his hands laced with yours in front of you, and his chin resting on the top of your head. 

The two of you stood there for what felt like hours, just breathing together and appreciating being in each other's arms once again. 

“Honey, the first night I met you I told you I wasn't going anywhere for a long long time, do you remember that?” Jake asked into your hair as he held you from behind

“Yeah, I do.” You felt yourself becoming emotional. How had you read him so wrong? How had you let yourself believe that he didn't want you, that you were just a number and that all the things he said to you meant nothing?

“I’m pretty sure I was still inside you at that point too”

“Jake Seresin!” You squealed, turning around in his embrace so you could hit him on the chest. You let your hand linger on his peck, spreading your fingers out so you could gently grasp at the fabric of his dress whites. You stared at your fingers, fiddling with his medals as you spoke, “that night…you also told me I was it for you…and I told you that you were it for me too”

“Honey,” Jake interjected

“I meant it Jake,” you cut him off, looking up to finally meet his eyes. Eyes which were filled with the most guilt-inducing mix of love and wonder and pain.

“Jake, I'm so sorry. Leaving you after an experience like that was wrong, I don't know why I did it, but I regret every second of the past three months that I spent dreaming about what being with you would feel like instead of realizing I could have had it the whole time.” The tears were beginning to flow, and all Jake could do was pull you in tighter and try to compose himself as he heard the words he had been praying to hear for months. 

“I've never felt as loved as I did by you that night. I mean, I had met you that morning and by the end of the day we were prancing around the air show like we had been together for years. And it felt like we had.” Jake wiped the tears from your cheeks, glaring down at you in disbelief, “And I don't know why I was too dumb to notice that it felt like that for a reason. Most people you meet don't just make you forget all your troubles, make you feel like you've known them for years, make you fall in love with them instantly…you feel like home, Jake.  I'm never gonna lose you again, I can't.”

His eyes stayed locked on yours, threatening to overflow with tears if he looked away. His hands, which were resting on your waist, snaked up your back until they found the nape of your neck where he used his strong arms to pull your face towards his. His lips crashed into yours, welcoming you into the most passionate kiss of your life, full of desire and longing. 

Your hands grabbed at the collar of his whites, pulling him closer, making your breaths shorter and your kisses more heated. Jake pulled away quickly, staring down at you and moving his hands to your cheeks, guiding you to look up at him.

“You're it for me…y/n.” He smiled that million dollar smile, causing you to blush and smile back at him.

“There it is, my favorite thing in the world.” He kissed your forehead.

“What?” 

“You honey, and that damn smile of yours,” he pulled you in for a hug, you rested your head on his chest, “I knew you were gonna be trouble for me. I didn't think that'd mean three months of hell and driving Gabby insane with how much I asked about you…but it's all been worth it if it means I’ve got you now.”

“Oh my god you were constantly annoying Gabby too?” You pulled away from his chest to look up at him, giggling at the thought of what your friend has been going through.

“Only about every few hours. God she got so sick of me. The number of times she told me to just call you already, but for some reason I just couldn't believe you'd want to talk to me,” Jake chuckled.

“Jake, baby, I wish you had.” You stood up to peck him quickly on the lips, “but I’m all yours now…and we've got three months to make up for, Lieutenant…”

You played with the collar of his whites and bit your lip, looking up at him through hooded eyes. He looked down at you, raising his eyebrows.

“I think it's time we got out of here,” Jake moved his hand to your lower back and began ushering you towards the parking lot, the sound of feet stomping behind you causing you both to startle.

“Ohhh no you don't,” Gabby yelled, stepping out of the bar in her dress, “I did not play middleman for THREE months for you two idiots, and choreographed your meeting at my wedding, only for you to sneak out before the fun really starts.” She stood with her hands on her hips and her eyebrows raised, a pointed finger aiming towards the door, guiding you both inside.

Jake peeled away from you, hanging his head and walking into the bar, muttering a quiet “sorry Gabby” on his way in.

You couldn't help but giggle with Gabby as he walked in. As you passed her, she placed a hand on your shoulder, “about fucking time, y'all owe me one for real…and Bradley…he’s heard enough of it too”

“Gabby, I owe you my life,” you both giggled as you walked in and joined the party, finding your happy place nuzzled into Jake’s side with his arm around your shoulder as he mingled with his fellow aviators. 

You were home.

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[aajjks]

TC!dad!JK

“for now, stay in your rooms until i tell you to leave. i’ll make sure to come see you all and i have assigned a servant for each of you so if you need anything you tell them and they’ll tell me” you tell your sad children who each nod their heads. “ae-cha, you’re in charge of jaehan, jawon and areum, you both are in charge of ayra and ji-eun. be good, okay?”

“yes ma’am” your three oldest nod their heads again but before you leave, you make sure to give your children a hug and a kiss and in return, they say i love you. you just wish you had a chance to do this exact same action to jinseoul before he…

this is why you can’t give up. you have six other children that need you and you refuse to lose another one. you signed up for this after all, except you never expected to lose one of the seven you had. you truly thought you and jungkook would have 10 children but that hope, that dream has been completely shattered.

when you return back to the bedroom, jungkook is no where to be found.

“where is jungkook? you ask the guard you assigned to keep an eye on him.

“he’s in his office, your highness. jisung has just reported to him that duchess choi has been stabbed to death”

“stabbed?! how could this—,”

“the king believes it was that girl who stabbed jinseoul and fled. he’s gone completely mad”

“okay, thank you” you tell the guard before turning to head back to your bedroom.

once inside, you go to the washroom and strip yourself of your clothing and step inside the large empty tub. you pull the clip from your hair and toss it somewhere, resulting in your long locks of hair to fall past your shoulders and cover your face.

you reach to turn the water on before sinking down in the tub and waiting for it fill up. as the tub fills up, all you’re thinking about is the time you found out you were pregnant with jinseoul. you were shocked, scared, and angry at yourself. how could you let that monster impregnate you? but that moment of weakness was a blessing in disguise because you actually felt joy being jinseoul’s mother. he was the reason you saw jungkook in another light despite how much you wanted him far away from both you and jinseoul.

you couldn’t deny how great of a father jungkook was to jinseoul. what was once ‘mama mama’ quickly became ‘papa this and papa that’ and as much as you hated it, that was softened you up. it softened him up too.

the water has completely filled the tub and you lay flat under water just reminiscing about your first child. the bright light at the end of the tunnel hasn’t gone out, it’s just dim but it still hurts. your son didn’t get to leave on his own terms his life was taken from him.

“aaaah!!” you pull yourself from under the water, gasping for air, and coughing from the lack of oxygen. you reach over to turn the water off and just sit in the tub, alone. your hair completely soaked, your body idle, and your heart in pieces.

meanwhile…

“i’m so sorry, jinseoul. i’m so sorry” nami cries as she begs on her hands and knees for jinseoul to forgive her for ever hurting him.

“i deserve death, but before you come and get me, i promise to kill your father for ever hurting you. i’ll drag him to hell with me. i’ll bring ae-cha to you so you don’t have to be alone. i know you must miss her so much…”

He Instructs his most trusted and capable guards to take care of you and his remaining children, because right now he’s going to leave so he can find that bitch and kill her for once and all.

Jungkook is already at the Palace gates on his horse, impatient and bloodthirsty, he has rarely killed women in his reign but he’s going to kill Nami in the worst way possible, he’s going to make an example a lot of her, the most brutal example one can ever make.

He will find her, even from the deepest pits of hell. He knows where duchess choi lives and with his army behind him, he’s marching.

The horse is fast, just like his owner, impatient. “Yes junghyun.. yes.” Jungkook pats the horses back, and he lets the wind blow away his long locks, the time goes by, the rush of adrenaline running through his veins,

Yes, he couldn’t wait for jisung to bring him the girl so now he’s out himself searching for her like a madman, this is his territory she cannot really go that far anyways.

he hasn’t even met with the doctors yet because he doesn’t want confirmation of his son’s death.

He just doesn’t understand why would she kill him if she claimed to love him? he will find out very soon because he’s almost on his way to duchess Choi’s lodge.

Jinseoul didn’t deserve to die-especially not at the hands of his beloved, he’s going to kill her in the most painful way possible, she gave you the deepest scar one could ever have.

She ripped his heart out so he will do the same, literally.

“SURROUND THE LODGE FROM EVERY SINGLE DIRECTION. SHE SHOULDN’T ESCAPE.”

All of their horses come to a halt, and the king doesn’t waste any moment to get off, and he’s rushing into the lodge, and with his men behind him, he’s searching the whole residence, jungkooks biting his lower lip because he hasn’t been this excited to kill anyone in a long time.

He cannot wait to feel her blood splash all over him, as he will stab her over and over again, no one will be able to recognize her face.

Jungkook goes through every single door in room, and after a good few minutes, he finally comes across the room where duchess Choi’s body is.

He feels a little sick to see the woman being killed by her own crazy daughter, but he doesn’t feel bad for her, because she gave birth to such a monster. “Ugh That bitch isn’t here…. OH MY GOD WHERE COULD SHE HAVE GONE?”

Of course Nami isn’t here. Maybe he should go back to the palace and ask ae-cha about anything that jinseoul must’ve told her about their hideout.

She must be there, and there has to be a hideout.

“Come on… we’re headed back to the palace.”

[sw2-serials]

Full Attention

“Take your pants down.  You’re getting a whipping, I want your attention,” she told me.  What could I do but comply?  It sounded like I was in enough trouble already – probably the split strap, which is awful.

“Hands on your head.  You’re not wearing panties, are you?”

“No, Ma’am,” I said quietly, my head down.  It’s embarrassing but she makes me.

“Good that you can do that right, at least.  Though it doesn’t keep you from misbehaving, apparently,” she growled.

Tears pricked at my eyes.  I knew what was coming next.

“Maybe you need a butt plug.”

“No, Ma’am, please – I can be good!” I begged.

“All evidence to the contrary,” she pointed out, and I felt a second rush of shame – or was it the third?  “Maybe not to class – just over the weekend.”

OMG, not all weekend!  Could I even… was that possible?  Or was she bluffing?  “Please, Ma’am, just to class…” I can’t believe I’m asking this!  “That will remind me… I’ll be so good!  I won’t forget!”  I was pretty sure I wouldn’t forget having to wear a buttplug to class – combined with a freshly whipped bottom.

“I have my doubts,” my disciplinarian said, “But I’m willing to give you a chance – this once.”

“Thank you, Ma’am – you won’t be sorry…” I’m actually thanking her for this!

“No?  Let’s hope not – for your sake.  Now look at me – you seem to have trouble understanding what I expect.  I don’t want any questions from you during your whipping…”  There’s that word again.  I winced.  “So if you have any, ask them before we begin.  Understood?”

“Yes’m…”

(yes, it's 'just a small one' - but still!)

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Lady Whistledown Returns: Chapter 2

Penelope's secret project is revealed; how will Colin react? Colin and Penelope recieve an intriguing invitation.

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No sooner had the snap of the door closed out the voices from the main soiree than Colin sagged against a wall, face in both hands. Penelope stood in the center of the room, hugging her journal to her chest, trembling. They were both silent for long moments.

“Penelope Anne Bridgerton…” Colin did not sound angry. If anything, he sounded tired.

“Colin, I’m so sorry, I would never have embarrassed you in public like that—”

“Embarrassed?” He hadn’t moved from the wall. He hadn’t taken his hands from his face. “I am not now nor will I ever be embarrassed by you, Pen. What I am is trying to decide where exactly to start. Do I start with what I’m going to tell Anthony? Do I start with the fact that I have never not found out about anything to do with Whistledown before it was public and might, perhaps, like to for once? Do I start with the fact that the queen would see you dead given sufficient excuse and I suspect you just gave it to her?” Colin pushed himself off the wall and paced in the confined space, face pensive. He never looked more like Anthony than when he was thinking.

For her part, Penelope could not disagree with his assessment that the very public acknowledgement that she was still writing Whistledown—even if she had no imminent plans to publish—would provoke the queen. In her heart of hearts, however, Penelope was almost relived. She had spent too long trying not to provoke royal ire and failed by dint of her very existence. For this shoe to drop in such a final way relieved a feeling of anticipation Penelope had not quite fully put a name to.

“Is there any chance that this won’t get back to London?” asked Colin.

The door opened, and the nondescript agent slipped inside, closing the door behind him as he bowed politely to the Bridgertons.

“Sir,” said Penelope, politely. “I apologize, I did not get your name at the Old Bailey.”

“Good God,” muttered Colin, dropping his head into his hands again.

“Dame Penelope. My name is Worth, and I am—”

“An agent of Her Majesty, Queen Charlotte,” Penelope finished for him. “How may we help you, Mr. Worth?”

“Have you been following us since we departed England?” Colin’s question was so blunt as to be rude, but Mr. Worth seemed utterly unruffled and unoffended when he confirmed that he had, and that his mission was to watch Penelope and report back if she engaged in seditious or treasonous behavior abroad.

“You mean if she wrote Whistledown again,” growled Colin.

“I simply carry out my mandates, Mr. Bridgerton. I bear no ill will toward Dame Penelope personally, and in fact many of the gentlemen in my position found Whistledown both enjoyable and immensely useful.”

“I beg your pardon, Mr. Worth, but I do not believe ‘Dame Penelope’ is correct; I left Her Majesty’s private court. Mrs. Bridgerton is fine.” Penelope was not entirely comfortable with the idea of the queen’s agents finding her columns useful, but she less wanted to even seem to claim a title she had repudiated.

“Queen Charlotte did not revoke the title, ma’am. In private, it is most appropriate that I refer to you by that rank.” That started Penelope into silence. She had assumed she no longer held that rank, assumed that the Queen’s petty ire would have seen her stripped of it. Ignoring or missing Penelope’s surprise, Worth continued speaking.

“I am afraid I will have to report this; I should expect to be summoned back, if I were you. And if I may be so bold as to make a recommendation, I would burn that journal. Rumors will do you little good, Dame Penelope, but substantiated rumors will do you less good.”

“You will not threaten my wife in front of me, Worth,” snarled Colin.

“If he was threatening me, he would be sending the journal with his report.”

Worth bowed, turned, and made to leave the room. He paused with one hand on the doorknob, then turned back again. “Perhaps this need not be said, but forgive me for being thorough. Should you publish a book as Lady Whistledown, the queen will retaliate in excess of reason. I should strongly advise against doing so.”

“She would not dream of publishing as Whistledown.” Colin’s words were fast and confident, but Penelope did not meet Worth’s eyes as he opened the door.

Party sounds washed into the room, and both Colin and Penelope flinched. When Byron’s insistent “Lady Whistledown!” echoed through the room, Colin pulled Pen to him, shielding her from something neither could put a name on.

“We can go, if you wish,” he whispered.

Byron’s silhouette filled the doorway. “Lady Whistledown,” he boomed again. “I have a proposition for you and Lord Whistledown. Shelley and I have taken houses by Lake Geneva for the summer—You must join us. I have taken Villa Diodati, and there would be ample room for you both, even with Polidori along. What say you, glorious lady? Will you join us in our seclusion to bleed words of beauty and truth onto the page? Perhaps I can convince you to publish again, with my European publisher.”

“Your offer is very kind, Lord Byron,” Colin began, before being interrupted by Mary elbowing Byron aside and taking a step into the room.

“Oh, please do say you’ll come, Penelope,” she said. “I cannot overstate how lovely it would be to have another woman about.”

Penelope paused as Colin delicately replied that they were about to be recalled and, unfortunately, could not possibly accept the invitation. She didn’t doubt for a moment that he was correct, or that Worth’s advice to return home before being recalled was kindly meant and valuable. But for once, neither of those facts cooled the burn of anger in her chest. Impulsively, Penelope stepped between Colin and Byron, who were trading increasingly cool paper bullets over the invitation.

“We would be delighted to join you,” she said, firmly, ignoring the subtle color rising above Colin’s collar. “However, I have something of a headache, if you would excuse us, I shall leave you with our direction and we can sort out the details.” With a rapid round of polite farewells—and Lord Byron palming a card with his Rome publisher’s address into her hand—Penelope practically dragged Colin from the party.

Back at their rooms, there was an air of brewing storms and sharp edges that neither was used to. Each made attempts to engage the other in conversation, to sort out what they were going to do, how they would handle it if they were recalled, but like oil and water, they were unable to come together and communicate. After a particularly snappish exchange as they were preparing for bed, Penelope pulled a shawl over her shoulders and stormed out of the bedroom. Uncharacteristically, Colin made no attempt to follow her. After making herself a cup of tea, Penelope settled next to the fire with her travel writing desk in her lap. With unseeing eyes, she flipped through the full Whistledown journal she had been keeping since she and Colin left England.

The queen could no longer be allowed to dictate the minutiae of their lives. Penelope had had more than her fill of being dictated to as a child and young woman under the collective thumbs of her mother and sisters. She had also discovered in the year she did no writing that she was not herself if she had no writing outlet. Killing Lady Whistledown again was not an option; she would diminish into an unhappy shadow of herself if she did that. The rage and roiling thoughts did not allow Penelope’s hands to be idle. As she thought, her hands were occupied with familiar tasks.

They would very likely be recalled as soon as Worth returned to England. The man had taken no proof with him, had seemed nearly reluctant to report her. And yet, something was niggling at the back of Penelope’s mind as the sound of a sharp blade against a quill niggled in her ears. She had done nothing wrong. Had her journal not been invaded by Byron’s prying eyes, nobody would have ever seen it. She could have quietly written as Lady Whistledown as long as she wished with no one any the wiser. And yet now she was revealed. Again.

Penelope’s nose crinkled at the scent of ink—sharp and familiar. Clearly, she could no longer even dream of her writing remaining either a secret or within the bounds of what Her Majesty Queen Charlotte found acceptable. She could not stop. She could not retreat. So perhaps it was time to dig in and fight back.

The rhythmic scritch-scratch of quill on paper offered a rhythm for her thoughts, keeping them from racing in disarray. She would need to quietly write to Anthony, to warn him. He would likely want to send the children and extended family to Aubrey Hall. She would also ask him to see her mama off to either Prudence’s or Philippa’s. She had little goodwill upon which to ask, but Anthony Bridgerton understood protecting family, and she was trying to align with him as best she could where she could. The letters should reach Bridgerton House before the queen could mobilize her resources, particularly if Penelope acted fast.

She did not think of Colin, and what he might say if he knew of her plan.

The clock chimed four o’clock as Penelope closed her journal and set down her quill. Regarding the sheaf of closely written papers, she checked her nerve. If she was to do this, she had to move now. Pulling a cloak over her nightdress and shawl and dropping her letters on the salver for the post on her way out the door, Penelope turned to the front door to make for Lord Byron’s publisher’s print shop.

And nearly ran smack-dab into Colin, who was pulling on his coat over the rough shirt, waistcoat, and trousers of a laborer.

“I’m rather grateful you wrote to Anthony, I was not looking forward to penning that letter,” he said. “Will you be warm enough in that? We have a moment if you want to change.”

“What?”

“I should hate for you to catch cold out in the streets at all hours. Will you be warm enough?”

“I stormed out on you,” said Penelope, confused. “Are we not fighting?”

“Fighting or not, if you imagine I would let you traipse about at all hours without me, you are very much mistaken. Besides, this will be only the second time I’ve ever been privy to getting Lady Whistledown published, and it’s rather bracing, if in a ‘prepare for Anthony’s wrath’ sort of way.” Colin’s smile was slightly sardonic, but it could not be said to be insincere.

Penelope’s head was whirling. She must have missed Colin popping his head into the room and seeing what she was about—she had gotten entirely too comfortable with writing with him in the room. And yet he wasn’t about to stop her. That smile was absurdly distracting, too. “The second time?” she asked.

“Yes, you sent the last Whistledown to us to be printed,” he said.

“I sent that to Genevieve…” she trailed off. “You?”

“Me, Pen.” He shifted his shoulders and leaned against the doorframe. “Well, me and Benedict. Daph and Anthony insisted I not go unchaperoned. I was not terribly reasonable that night.”

“And I would be lying if I said I understood why you are so reasonable now, but we have not the time to tease that out. Shall we?”

Colin grinned tiredly at her, and gave Penelope a flourished bow as he gestured toward the door. “After you, Lady Whistledown.”

Traversing the dark streets as the sky threatened dawn, Penelope felt the thrill of the first time she had ever snuck out of her mother’s house to take the first issue of Lady Whistledown’s Society Papers to print. She had scuttled guiltily through the streets that night, still wearing her party dress under her cloak, with terror and exhilaration battling in her chest to speed her heartbeat and cut off her breath. Now, she walked as tall and with as much intention as she could. This body language was not comfortable for her, but it had prevented altercations on more than one occasion, as shadowy figures had chosen not to confront her as she swept by them.

Notably, she was not alone tonight. Colin’s height and the confident set of his shoulders and posture made him eminently visible, but drew no conflict toward them. Penelope rather enjoyed having a partner with her, even if the reason he was with her in this of all activities was a mystery she required more time to unravel. Ordinarily she would be on Colin’s arm, but under the cover of the pre-dawn light and the lack of any outward signs of their status, Penelope had threaded her fingers through Colin’s. He had gently squeezed her hand when she had done so, and then held her firmly as she led the way. The warmth of his hand enveloping hers seemed to spread up her arm and into her chest.

“Do you know that you picked up the queen’s walk?” asked Colin.

“Colin Bridgerton!” snapped Penelope, stopping dead in her tracks and turning to face him. “What a thing to say.”

“Well you certainly don’t look like a maid—they scuttle and hope more than succeed in being invisible. And you have an air of self-possession that few women of any stripe possess. You don’t do this walk often, but every once in a while…” his voice faded away as his eyes darkened and his free hand slid around her waist, asking her to slide closer to him. She obliged, enjoying feeling utterly dwarfed by his height and safely enclosed in his arms.

Untwining his fingers from hers, Colin’s hand trailed slowly up Penelope’s arm and over her shoulder to cup her cheek as he leaned down to her, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of her nose before meeting her lips. Without conscious thought, Penelope’s hands slid up Colin’s chest and fisted in his lapels, holding tight.

When they broke the kiss, both were breathing hard. Colin’s eyes never left Penelope’s as he leaned in again, but the weight of the sheaf of paper in her bag brought Penelope back to her task.

“We’re nearly there,” she half whispered. “And this conversation is somewhat distracting.” Colin dropped his forehead to the top of her head with a sound that was half chuckle and half sigh.

“You are quite right. We shall do this, and then we shall return home, and there, Mrs. Bridgerton, we shall resume this conversation.” The low rumble of his voice made Penelope blush from head to toe, and Colin’s grin when he saw the effect he had had on her was positively piratical. Penelope giggled, grabbed his hand, and started them walking again.

The final street they had to traverse to get to the print shop was narrow, twisty, and therefore longer than Penelope anticipated. Both to assuage her burning curiosity and distract herself from her increasingly tired feet, she asked the question that she ought to have asked before they left their rooms.

“Why are you helping me publish a new Whistledown? You seemed so opposed to the idea at the party, and you know as well as I do that this will anger the queen.” She didn’t meet his eyes as she asked the question. Penelope trusted Colin with her very life, and she did not expect him to toss a broom handle into the spokes of their carriage wheels at this point, but she could not puzzle out his motivation.

“You spent an entire year wilting, Pen.” Colin’s eyes were distant as he pulled her under his arm.

“I hardly think working with the queen and Lady Danbury can be described as wilting,” she protested.

“I don’t mean like a debutante pouting. I mean like a rose lacking sunlight. You didn’t have what you needed to be you, Pen. You were willing to die for Whistledown, and then you stopped writing and…” his arm tightened around her, and he looked down at her hesitantly. It reminded her of the hit his confidence had taken after Marina had lied to him. “Do not be angry at my next words, Pen.”

“I do believe that as long as you refrain from announcing to the world that you would never court me, then I am predisposed to take your words generously.” She smiled up at him, playful rather than reproachful.

“What a comfort. Do you know what most of the other gentlemen failed to see about you when you were a debutante? You were quiet, you stayed on the periphery, and that’s all they saw. What they missed was that you never carried yourself as though you truly believed you were less than the Cressida Cowpers or even the Edwina Sharmas. Your confidence was quieter, it was meant to be missed, but it was there, Pen. And I had the great privilege of you showing it to me when it was just us. The entire ton saw it the night that utter bastard—” his voice cut off suddenly, and he unconsciously held her even closer, clasping her to him with both arms as he walked and snaking one hand across her abdomen to cup the place where she still carried scar tissue.

“Colin, do you know you have literally swept me off my feet?”

He stopped walking and looked down—although not as far as he expected to—at Penelope. He had lifted her against his side, and she was smiling crookedly at him as her feet dangled a good six inches above the cobblestones. “Do you want me to put you down?”

“Not particularly, but I suspect it might be the practical thing in this situation.”

“I suspect, Mrs. Bridgerton, that you are quite correct.” But rather than immediately lower Penelope, Colin gently lifted her higher and kissed her thoroughly. Breaking the kiss, he caught and held her eyes. “There you are. You spent a year carrying yourself as though you believed you were less, Pen. If making sure you know your own value means standing with you when you are Lady Whistledown, then I will be there. I will always stand with you.”

Penelope’s heart expanded to fill her chest as tears slid from her eyes. She did not understand what she had done to earn the gift of unconditional love and support, but it was something she never stopped being grateful for. It just still struck her as overwhelming when Colin surprised her with it. The sudden consternation in Colin’s face as he gently thumbed away her tears elicited a rather incongruous giggle from her.

“Pen?”

“I love you, Colin.”

“And I you, Pen.” Seeming to decide that she wasn’t going to dissolve into an emotional puddle, Colin let her slide gently back to the ground. “Shall we?”

“Yes,” she said. “Let’s publish Lady Whistledown’s first book.” The sun was properly breaking over the horizon as Colin held open the publisher’s print shop door open for Penelope, and she—again walking like Queen Charlotte—swept inside.