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st7rnioioss · 2 months ago

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꣑ৎ BUNNY!READER x SHY!MATT STURNIOLO

˚𝜗𝜚 warnings... my awkward babiessss, crying, comforting, soo gentle kisses, pet names (baby, sweetie, princess, sweetheart), matt being gentle with bunny!reader :((

matt’s fingers ran carefully up and down your back, resting his chin on your shoulder as his other arm tightened its grip around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest, praying you couldn’t feel his heart going a million miles per hour.

you let out soft sobs and cries, your face buried in matt’s neck, your arms draped awkwardly over his shoulders as the tears kept flowing from your waterline. he felt your hot breath on his neck, your breathing unsteady as you let out cries between breaths.

matt knew how sensitive you were, and how easily the waterworks started coming from just a small snarky comment. you never talked much back, so whenever someone threw a hateful comment your way, you got so confused and frustrated that you couldn’t help your eyes brimming with tears.

matt didn’t mind it one bit - he loves you unconditionally and is always there to help and ‘hug it better’, as he says.

he hates seeing his pretty girl upset. he’s so used to your soft-spoken nature, always treating everyone and everything with so much care and gentleness. he doesn’t mind that you’re a crybaby at heart.

so when you came home from work, your adorable face already pouty and not looking back up at him when he greeted you, he knew immediately something was wrong. he helped you get out of your coat and shoes, taking your hand to bring you to your bed and shyly heisting you onto his lap.

“m’sorry, matt..” your crying always left your mind running. not only did it make you completely nervous and awkward sitting in his lap, but now you were crying and clinging onto him. you thought you had completely ruined matt’s peaceful day by coming home with teary eyes until he shushed you.

“shh, none of that, sweetie..” he felt his heart ache at your quiet sobs, bringing your face to his chest as his hand made it to the back of your head, his chin now resting on the top of your head. “i hate seein’ you cry.. you gotta let me know what’s bothering you, sweetheart.”

you shuffled closer to him, if possible, letting out a sob as you felt the hot tears roll down your cheeks. “it was at the bakery t’day,” you sniffled, your arms wrapping around his middle, toying with the fabric of his shirt, his fingers caressing the back of your head. “um.. a woman came in, and- and she started complaining about something i made.. and said the service was horrible… she was so mean!” you sobbed, feeling matt pull back slowly to look at you, meeting your teary eyes.

he cupped your face with both his hands, his lips turning into a copy of your pouty ones. his eyes were ever so gentle, his thumbs shyly wiping the tears off your flushed cheeks as the fat tears fell.

“oh, princess.. don’t listen to a word she said. y’know how hard you work, she’s got no clue what she’s on about. i’ve tried every single pastry, and they’re all just as sweet as you.” his words were firm but he had such a pleasant and careful tone to them. one of his hands let go of your face, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear, offering you a weak smile.

your heart fluttered at his words and actions, returning the faint smile while leaning into his touch. “thank you, matt..” you mumbled, regulating your breathing as he mumbled a quiet “you’re welcome.” you brushed some curls of hair out of his eyes, flicking it to the side to properly meet his shy gaze.

you both kept eye contact, until you noticed matt’s face starting to blush, making you smile wider, looking away from him as your own face heated up. your heart was thumping away as he chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. he wanted to kiss your adorable face so bad, to kiss the tears away. but instead he looked away as well. by now, you had completely stopped crying, forgetting all about the rude lady, just sucking in the moment.

you suddenly felt a little awkward, being so, so close to him, and getting a little flustered from crying into his neck for the past fifteen minutes or so. matt felt the exact same way, but not that either of you was complaining about it. he liked being close to you, and so did you.

when you met his eyes again, he saw his shot to gently lean forward, kissing your pouty lips, his lips barely even touching yours. it was a silent way of telling you that he was always there to reassure you, always by your side no matter what.

as always, the feather-light kiss left you flustered, shyly looking back up at him with a wicked smile on your lips. his own face was beet red, getting all hot and bothered from, in his world, bold move. his fingers came to rest under your chin, tilting your head backward to peck your lips again, the soft kiss making both your heads spin.

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4ranghaes · 2 months ago

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I just read your bnd as subs post and omg that was SO hot 😭 got me giggling and kicking my feet fr i need them so bad </3 although i was wondering if you were planning on making a similar post but for them as doms? I'm so curious as how you perceive them in that aspect. We're switch!bnd enthusiasts in this household ‼️

ੈ✩‧₊˚ bnd as doms!

bnd legal line x reader [smut, separate classifications for each, SMUT!!!!! MDNI!!!!!!]

a/n - i am also a switch!bnd enthusiast but i will say jaehyun’s and riwoo’s was very hard for me😭 still, i hope you enjoy!!!!!! also i got carried away with leehan’s😀

sungho 🎀 [soft dom!sungho, fem!reader, fingering, daddy kink, big dick!sungho]

“my beautiful girl,” he cooed, his big hands resting on your thighs as they framed his body. your naked body was sat atop his thighs, sungho’s slim frame resting against the headboard, watching you in delight as he rubbed his thumb against your clit.

your eyes were almost constantly closed, your body moving backwards and forwards slowly as though trying to grind against the single digit he was allowing you. sungho had a drunk smile on his face as he watched you.

“sungho please,” you pouted, grabbing his wrist and looking at him with big eyes, “i need more.”

“you need more?” he repeated, using his other hand to cup your face as tears lined your waterline, “oh baby, don’t cry. i’ll give you more, what do you say?”

“please, daddy.”

“that’s it, good girl,” he smiled, wiping away a tear as he started unbuttoning his jeans, pushing them down just far enough to see his boxers, which he then pushed down just far enough that his cock sprung out.

you bit your lip, moving one of your hands immediately off of sungho’s stomach to grip the base, sungho’s body flailing slightly at the contact.

“that’s it,” he hissed as you began massaging the tip with your thumb, “you having fun, love?”

you smiled, nodding, “can i put it inside?”

sungho smiled, cooing as he kissed you gently, “such a good girl for asking, of course you can. don’t force yourself though, go slowly.”

with a nod, you lifted your hips, holding sungho’s cock as you guided it to your entrance and started sinking down slowly.

the thick head entered your body with a moan from both you and sungho, your thighs twitching around his body as you tried to go as slowly as you could, sungho’s huge cock always a struggle to fit inside in its entirety.

you opened your eyes, seeing your boyfriend’s pouting face watching where your bodies met. his eyes flickered up to yours as you whimpered.

“come on baby,” he cooed, flipping your bodies without removing his head, “let me do it for you.”

riwoo 🦦🍡 [hard/service dom!riwoo, fem!reader, frustrated!riwoo, cunnilingus, fingering]

“leehan-ah, this is the ninth time now! get in on dongmin’s line!” riwoo yelled, glaring at the members through the mirror, “got it?! i’m not gonna say it again.”

leehan nodded solemnly before riwoo turned to look at you, having just walked through the door, ready to pick your boyfriend up from practise as you always did on friday nights.

“is it already 10?” he sighed, as you nodded, trying to hide the shock on your face as his unusually harsh demeanour. “okay,” he sighed after the song was through, “go home.”

“was it okay, hyung?” jaehyun asked, riwoo nodding with an unbothered look on his face as the boys either collapsed to the floor or grabbed their water bottles.

“i’m going first,” riwoo said, still sounding annoyed as he grabbed his stuff, grabbing your hand and dragging you out the room. you waved bye to the members, allowing yourself to be taken through hybe’s hallways.

“are you okay, baby?” you murmured, catching up to your boyfriend and kissing his shoulders as you held onto his arm.

riwoo rolled his eyes, grabbing you and pulling you into one of bnd’s composing rooms. “no,” he sighed, as you leaned forward, ready to relieve his stress through cuddles, or domming him as usual. “take your panties off.”

“w-what?”

“now.”

you nodded quickly, removing your bottoms and your panties, revealing yourself to your boyfriend as he sighed. “sit on the desk.”

“on the desk?”

“do as i say, y/n!” he cried, shoving all the stuff on the desk to one side as you climbed on obediently, “spread your legs.”

you nodded, spreading your legs and revealing your now wet pussy to the boy in front of you. riwoo sighed, his head nudging against your thighs to get them to open wider as he kneeled on the floor in front of you. he started leaving soft kisses on your inner thigh, his head brushing over your heat as he did so. your hand rushed down, grabbing at his short hair.

"patient," he said, glaring up at you, as you nodded quickly.

one of his hands gripped your thigh, massaging the fat as he worked his way up your legs, his mouth now at your entrance as he sighed; as though all his worries were melting away. he leaned forward gently, his tongue kitten-licking at your clit. you gasped, hips moving involuntarily to chase the feeling before riwoo grabbed them, yanking you forward so he had you exactly where he wanted you.

he went in then, his mouth moving faster than you could comprehend, his lips and tongue occupying almost every area of your pussy. of course riwoo had eaten you out before, but it was never like this. his tongue was lapping at your hole, his nose massaging your clit as he did so. you were a whining-gasping mess.

"riwoo, please, riwoo— ah! oh my god!"

you felt him smirk against you, moving one of his hands from your hips to move expertly inside you. you bucked your hips up at the contact, his whole mouth now concentrated on your cunt as you moaned.

"sanghyeok- i- i'm gonna cum!" you whined, grabbing at his hair, making him grunt against you.

"enjoy it," he smirked, moving away to look up at you, "cause i'm not stopping any time soon.”

jaehyun 🪻🐕 [fem!reader, soft dom!jaehyun, cunnilingus, munch!jaehyun, fingering, body worship, reader kind of described as having big boobs? but its not anything really]

“hey love,” jaehyun smiled. he was fresh out the shower, his hair partially dry, face bare, a black hoodie and pair of checkered boxers covering his body as he sauntered into his bedroom, where you lay on the bed.

you were in one of his t-shirts and the panties you’d been wearing all day, the impromptu sleepover leaving you with little else to wear to sleep in.

“hey you,” you smiled, jaehyun’s eyes flicking up to your teasing face. a november chill ran in the air despite the heating being on in the dorms, leaving your nipples visibly hard where the t-shirt was stretched across your boobs. jaehyun’s eyes flitted down, a smile gracing his features.

“you look gorgeous,” he groaned, crawling onto the bed, his head dipping down as he reached your lap, pressing deep kisses to the skin of your thighs.

you reached down, playing with strands of his black hair. he looked up at you, head still tilted down, not taking his eyes off of yours as he kissed up your stomach, moving closer to your face. suddenly, he stopped, shifting to hold his body up with one of his hands and using the other to peel your panties off your body. you bit your lip, watching as he continued to kiss down your legs.

“so gorgeous,” he mumbled, making sure to take your panties off the whole way, paying attention to every centimetre of your body as he went. he brought the material up to his face, breathing in your scent with a smirk before putting them in his hoodie pocket.

you let out a laugh at the action, not taking your eyes off your boyfriend as he moved towards your bare pussy, leaving kisses along the skin. he tapped the outside of your thigh twice, instinctively you moved your legs, spreading them so he could see your cunt.

myungjae grunted at the view, bowing his head again to press a kiss to the outside before using his fingers to spread your wetness around. whines began leaving your mouth as he paid close attention to rubbing your clit, slowly, but strong.

“so beautiful, my love,” he murmured, laying down on his stomach between your thighs as he began kissing your thighs again. you moved your legs so they were wrapped around him, “so, so gorgeous for me. every part of you. keep moaning for me, you sound beautiful.”

his finger was inside you now, his lips taking the position on your clit as he kissed and sucked gently, pulling away every so often to view your face. shaky breaths were being drawn from you, paired with a loving gaze down to him.

“my girl,” he murmured, reaching his spare hand up for you to take. you intertwined your fingers with his before resting it on your boob. you could feel him smirk into your pussy, beginning to massage the fat in his hand.

he was sucking and flicking his tongue relentlessly, basically making out with your pussy as two of his fingers continued to feel around deep inside you, pressing hard against your walls.

“myung–myungjae,” you gasped, trying to stop your hips from bucking as you felt your high approaching, your heels digging into his back as if to push him closer. jaehyun didn’t respond, lost in the taste of your cunt, “i– oh! oh my god, jae– i’m gonna—”

taesan 🐈‍⬛🎸 [fem!reader, hard dom!taesan, dacryphilia, masturbation, mentions of nudes + overstimulation]

“baby girl,” he tutted, walking into his bedroom, “you couldn’t wait for me, hmm?”

“i’m sorry,” you sobbed, hand immediately removing itself from inside your panties. “i– i couldn’t— i’m sorry!”

“it’s okay, baby,” taesan cooed, coming and sitting on the bed beside you, “i teased you a lot, didn’t i?”

you nodded, tears welling up in your eyes at the memory of taesan's pictures he was sending you all through today’s schedules. it started with pics of the new outfits, as he knew how much you loved them, then it became lower, more revealing, and started showing off more and more.

“but baby…” he started, trailing his hand over your stomach and over the top of your panties, cupping your heat in his large hand, “…why did you stop?”

you grabbed his wrist, looking at him with big, wet, pouty eyes that made his stomach turn, his dick hardening in his pants, “c-can you help?”

“i will,” he hummed, a smile spreading across his face, “after you get yourself off first, i’d hate to intrude, you know!” you whined in response, before taesan's gaze suddenly harshened, removing his hands from your body, “i think that’s more than fair, y/n.”

you sniffled, nodding. taesan came and sat behind your body, as you moved up close to his chest, leaning your weight against him.

“now show me,” he murmured, beginning to kiss your neck.

you were already wetter for seeing your boyfriend, and now with his hot breath up against the sweet spot of your neck you were positively dripping. your fingers returned to your clit, rubbing smooth circles as your eyes fluttered shut, you bit your lip, your breathing becoming uneven.

taesan, wordlessly, moved his hands to your body, cupping your tits and beginning to massage. his lips attached themselves to your neck as you flung your head back onto his shoulder.

“come on, my girl,” he cooed, watching your fingers slowing on your clit, “keep going. you’re almost there.”

his mouth was next to your ear as he whispered the words, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear afterwards. your hips started grinding against your fingers, you felt empty not having anything inside but you knew it was nothing compared to the length of taesan’s fingers, so you didn’t even bother. the movement of your hips rubbed against taesan’s slowly, now able to feel his hard cock against your ass; you whined.

“need you so badly,” you whined, taesan smirking at your words, “need your cock! please! oh— i’m cum– ah!”

your finger sped up, taesan’s big hands dropping onto your thighs and just holding lightly as you brought yourself to your peak, your body falling limp against your boyfriend’s after you finished.

he smiled cockily, pressing soft kissed behind your ear and to your neck before moving your body so he had you where he wanted you, “my turn now, princess. let’s see how many times you can cum tonight, hmm? since you want to cum so badly?”

leehan 🪸🐠 [soft dom!leehan, fem!reader, quickie, lovesick loverboy!leehan fr, cumming inside]

“princess, i–” he cut himself off with a tilt of his head and a whistle, smiling as he circled your body.

“what?!” you laughed, turning to follow him with your eyeline.

“no, let me see the back,” he said, turning you round, whistling once again, “wow.”

“you like my dress?” you smiled, batting your eyelashes over-exaggeratively with a giggle. it was jaehyun’s birthday, and the boys had booked a posh restaurant for the celebrations; so of course leehan had to buy you a dress to match the occasion.

“i think it’s a very pretty dress picked out very well,” he smiled, circling back to your front and gripping your waist. you stumbled towards him, “but i think you’re gorgeous. your body– you… oh god.”

“you don’t look too bad yourself,” you smiled, straightening out his suit. leehan moved closer to you, hands holding your face as he pressed a kiss to your lips, your hand lightly grasping his tie. suddenly, you pulled away. “donghyun… no.”

“what?!” he laughed, as you rolled your eyes, stepping away, hand still gripping his tie lightly.

“i can feel your boner against my thigh,” you said, pointing down to the obvious bulge in his trousers.

“is it so bad i find my girlfriend so strikingly beautiful?” he questioned, looking at you expectantly. he turned you around, pressing wet kisses to your shoulder, slowly undoing the zipper along the back of your dress.

“no, leehan! do it back up, we need to leave,” you said sternly, looking over your shoulder at the boy.

“what’s the time?”

“10 to,” you said, looking at him confused.

“10 minutes,” he mumbled, kissing down your back, “that’ll do.”

he zipped your dress back up, just as you asked, before scrambling up the material from the skirt, pushing it above your waist as he bent you over the dresser in his room.

“leehan!” you gasped, his hand grabbing your cunt suddenly, finger digging in your panties to feel your wetness.

he smirked, kissing your shoulder gently, “what’s got you so worked up, princess?”

you moaned as he rubbed circles against your clit, “donghyun, quickly! please!”

he smiled, quickly pulling your panties down to your thighs, before undoing the zipper on his dress pants, pulling out his hard cock. he swiped his fingers through your wetness, using the slick as lube to give himself a couple of pumps.

“i’ll go slowly, darling,” he muttered, nipping at your shoulder as he began shoving his cock into your tight hole. you both let out groans and hisses. you pushed your hips back slightly, chasing the feeling of his rock hard length inside you. his hands were on your waist, gripping tightly, both the dress material and your skin. “you feel how hard i am, love? god, that’s all you, princess. all for you.”

you whined as he pulled out again before thrusting back in, suddenly he stopped, kissing your neck, lifting your hair gently.

“i’m gonna go fast, okay? cause we need to hurry,” he murmured, you nodded widely, whining in response and shoving your hips back further. leehan laughed, “good girl.”

he started up a brutal pace, balls slapping against your ass as you moaned, high-pitched whines slipping out too. leehan was grunting and panting in your ear behind you, constantly muttering about how gorgeous you are.

“all mine,” he groaned, “wearing the dress i got you. this pussy… all mine.”

“all yours, donghyun-ah!” you whined, gripping onto the dresser like your life depended on it, “ah– i’m gonna— ugh! leehan!”

“i got you, princess. i’ve got you,” he panted, the pace of his hips not letting up as his cock started twitching, “c-can i cum inside, princess? god, fuck— don’t want to ruin yo– your dress.”

“yes! please! cum in me!”

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writingwisterias · 8 days ago

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Domestic Bliss

Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Pregnancy, Light angst, comfort, established relationship

Summary: A look into Leon's life that's more than earned

This has been sat in my drafts since the beginning of November..I think it was proof read idk lmao! I hope you enjoy.

Leon didn't know what to expect when he returned from the office. The house was always chaotic, but at least it was filled with the joy and laughter of all those he wanted to protect. The dog found him first as he placed his keys on the hook at the door. The giant bundle of fluff ran to him and almost knocked him off his feet as it attacked his stubble with numerous soggy kisses ignoring his attempt to breathe. He petted the thick fur, cursing as it got all over his clothes. His daughter was next, he spotted her peering around the corner inspecting who the intruder was. Leon's smile grew when she began giggling racing over to him. What did he do to deserve such a life now? All his fighting had finally meant something, giving him life after wasting half of his in service for another.

Tears pooled in his waterline as he caught his little girl, her tiny arms wrapping around his neck holding him close to her. He breathed in her scent, the smell of your perfume lingered on her along with the freshness outside. He lifted her up smiling at how she clung to him, her tiny legs attempting to wrap themselves around his frame as he carried her through the house. His bags and shoes were left forgotten at the front door. Leon tried desperately not to trip over the dog as it weaved between his legs; cursing playfully at the overly excited animal. It didn't take long for him to find you, the smell of dinner luring him to the kitchen. The soft lull of your music filled the space as you fluttered around expertly. It was an effort for him not to fall to his knees as you turned around, your glowing frame welcoming him home. His eyes lingered on the soft swell of your stomach, evidence of the new present you were gracefully giving him. Leon could spend the rest of his days loving you, worshipping you for your endless kindness that you didn't have to give. Your years of patience for waiting for him to see what he truly deserved in life.

"Welcome Home Honey" You cooed a smile plastered on your face as you beckoned him in your arms. "Hey," he whispered into your neck, your daughter squirming between the two of you proclaiming how disgusting this display of affection was. Leon pulled away to lower her to the ground as if he could smile any more he did as he watched her run out of the room the dog following her. His attention turned back to you; love and adoration pooled in his eyes as he glanced down. "Dinner is almost ready, probably done by the time you finish cleaning up" You hummed as you embraced him again, enjoying the way your body moulded around his. Leon breathed in your perfume, swaying you both slightly in a dance to the tune of your love. "Don't know if I'm ready to leave you yet"

"I mean the baby says you need a shower...he's been so active in the last five minutes since you returned" You joked stroking your stomach, smiling at the small kicks. Leon's larger hand found its place there as well, his eyes lighting up at his son kicking against his palm. "That's your way of saying I smell?" He chuckled, kissing the crown of your head. He groaned before submitting and making his way towards the bathroom.

He stripped the sweaty clothes off his body and stared in the mirror as he waited for the water to heat up. His eyes scanned over his features, the dark circles that lay beneath his piercing gaze now came from the sleep nights of his daughter instead of the memories that haunt him. He still had those nights, ones where he would shoot up in your shared bed; sobs threatening to spill from his lips as he imagined the scared 21-year-old. He always felt guilty for waking you and his daughter up during those nights; appreciating the way you both worked together to calm him and soothe him back to sleep. He half expected the shower stream to turn red as it dripped down his body; washing away every horrible thing he had to do as part of his job. He never felt clean, picking off pieces of lint on his clothes even if there wasn't anything there to begin with. He gazed at all the scars that littered his body, remembering all the lies he had told his daughter about how he obtained them. Leon closed his eyes allowing the steam to roll around the room, calming him as he washed it all away.

You smiled at him as he walked down the stairs. The dinner table is laid neatly by you as he resumes his usual spot. It never felt right for him to sit at the head of the table. He may be the sole earner of the family and the owner of the house but you crafted it into a home. One who was so warm and invited his friends often spoke about how jealous they were when they visited frequently. Leon smiled as he listened to his daughter's idle chatter about her day; handing out a few jokes and comments on the activities he was being caught on. He watched the mop of blond hair run into the other room leaving the two of you to finish your meal. The silence that filled the air was comforting. You smiled as you watched his shoulders relaxed the tension visibly fading from his frame.

.After cleaning up you were greeted to the sight of him napping as his daughter is laying on his body watching Disney princess' again. Her little head slowly rose and fell as his breaths evened out. You knew she felt safe with tthe way her little eyes struggled to stay awake against her father's soft snores. So you resumed your spot in the armchair beside them; watching him heal from the past with his little girl in his arms. Watching the person you loved so dearly finally feel alive since that fateful night.

#resident evil x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy imagine

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syd-djarin · 8 months ago

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private eyes - jack daniels x private investigator!f!reader (18+ MDNI)

this is for @iamasaddie little lady kinky may challenge! congrats on 2.5k! <333 I was paired with Jack / Voyeurism.

banner by: @cafekitsune

tags: voyeurism (reader watches jack), masturbation (m & f), reader is a private investigator, gratuitous descriptions of my fav cowboy stroking his big cock, dub-con a little? reader masturbates in her car but there isn't anyone around so public but private

a/n: this is the first fic I've completed in months. it's short and to the point, idk how i feel about it but it pushed me out of my writing slump! kinda want to do a part 2 for this, what do y'all think 👀

wc: ~1.6k

smut below the cut

“I want you to catch that son of a bitch in the act.”

The visibly scorned woman, Camilla, sitting across from you asks through tears, ones that she hasn’t allowed to escape down her cheeks; catching them right at the waterline with an overused tissue.

This isn’t the first time a disgruntled, mistreated, or betrayed lover has sought out your services — no shortage of shitty men leaving trails of destruction while they pillage and greedily chase their own interests. She’s no different, seeking closure from the broken-off engagement from her now ex-fiancée, Jack Daniels. The pair had been together for a year, engaged for three months and one day, out of the blue, Jack broke it off. According to her, he didn’t give a concrete reason, something vague about being consumed with his job and that “she deserved a better life than that”.

Of course you get paid a pretty penny for your work, but you take great pleasure in catching a man in the act. Whether the woman needs proof for divorce settlements, custody battles, or to just have leverage. Whatever the case may be, you find a gratification you don’t get anywhere else; the upheaval of a man trying to have his cake and eat it too.

The conventionally attractive woman you couldn’t pick out of a line-up slides her homemade dossier across the coffee shop table, tacky & sticky from previous patrons. You flip through the information presented to you, taking mental notes as you go. You can’t deny the heat that rises up your face as you study the picture of your next target. The deep sable eyes resembling a baby calf’s are staring at you through the glossy photo paper. He’s sporting a mustache reminiscent of Burt Reynolds that is calling your name. His smirk is laced with a charming cockiness.

“He’s quite the looker, I know. Hell of a lay, too,” her words snap you out of your daydream. Her words feel hollow, his looks are the only attributes she’s mentioned during the duration of the consultation. You're not getting paid for moral judgements and you remind yourself you don’t know the whole story.

“Which is why I want to know who he’s fucking. I know there’s another woman, or maybe even a guy… he’d answer calls in the middle of the night and step into another room and I swear I could hear a woman’s voice on the other end, he’d tell me he’s going on work trips… he works at a whiskey distillery, why the hell does he need to go on all these trips?” She explains, putting air quotes around ‘trips’ with her dainty, well-manicured hands, “he’d stay late at work a few nights a week, and then it turned into a nightly thing… Anyways, you come highly recommended, so I’m trusting you won’t let me down,” she adds. You’re not a fan of the passive aggressive, back-handed compliment she gives you, but ultimately you give her an understanding smile as you both rise from the table.

“I’ll be in touch,” you tell her, as you exit. As cliche as that line is, you love saying it every time.

Days of following Jack around have proven to be fruitless. The man has a simple routine: wakes up at six, traipses to the bathroom to begin his morning regimen of a showering, shaving and grooming his beloved mustache, and to conclude, adorns his body in his tight denim jeans, a crisp button-down, a cowboy hat, and boots to match. You hate to admit it, and someone would have to waterboard this information out of you, but the hat is doing something for him.

Or you.

Whatever.

He shops weekly on Wednesdays (he always puts the cart back inside the store, not the cart returns in the parking lot), takes the same route home everyday, watches Jeopardy while he eats dinner – you caught on quickly that he cooks during Wheel of Fortune, it appears he isn’t a big fan of Pat and Vanna, dishes promptly following Final Jeopardy and bed by nine. In three weeks Jack hasn’t had a single visitor, of any gender, leaves work at five like everyone else, the man isn’t adding up to be a cheating womanizer like Camilla had set him out to be. Not to say that he isn’t, but you’re not finding any evidence to support that claim. You’ve actually found yourself developing a crush on the man. He’s undoubtedly handsome, seemingly laid back despite his strict routine, and there’s something mysterious that lies beneath that you’re itching to unearth.

You’re parked discreetly across the street from his house. It’s a nice quiet street, with only two lamps to illuminate the surrounding neighborhoods, allowing you to stay shrouded in the night.

You’re about to call it a night, exhaustion settling deep into your bones, when you notice a lamp turned on in the living room. Fortunately, the window faces the street, making your job that much easier for you. You pick up your binoculars to peer in, adjusting the focus for your prying eyes. Thank the universe he left his blinds open.

He sits on the couch with his back facing you. It looks like he’s reaching for the remote, like maybe he’s having trouble sleeping, but when he settles back into the couch, you notice he’s butt ass naked, in all his glory. Even through the binoculars, you can see how big his cock is. Your mouth salivates at the sight, wanting to feel the stretch of him in all your holes.

You’re not supposed to see this. Not at all. Usually in your assignments, you don’t get the full X-rated view, just the PG-13 suggestive one, and you are more than grateful for that.

But not now.

You’re getting your own private peep show from the man you’re getting paid to spy on. You’re feeling like a grade-A pervert right about now but the sight is too glorious to look away. He spits on his hand, and languidly begins stroking his cock. He runs his other hand through his hair, his toned arms flexing with his movements, his chest heaving.

It shouldn’t turn you on like it does. For one, it’s highly unprofessional. Secondly, he’s unaware he’s got an audience. Morally speaking, it’s definitely not your shining moment. But it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, watching him tease and work himself up. You couldn’t pry your eyes away if you wanted to.

Jack’s not the only one getting worked up; your clit throbs so hard you feel like it’ll go numb. Your heartbeat echoes in your ears thump-thump thump-thump. You let out a whine when Jack massages his tip, precum dribbling out like a sweet nectar you’d like to feast on. He continues his slow movements, dragging out his pleasure at a delicious and excruciating pace. Somehow, this makes the whole scene that much hotter; the display of restraint and discipline. You wonder if he does that with his lovers. Teasing, teasing, teasing, giving just enough to drive you insane before slowing almost to a stop.

Possessed by desire, you haphazardly look for any lingering people outside before unbuttoning your pants to shove your hand to where it's needed most. You gasp at the cool air hitting your thinly clothed pussy, you can smell your own arousal seeped into your panties and it spurs you on further. You mirror Jack’s pace - teasing your lips with a featherlight touch, inching closer and closer to your needy clit, stopping just shy of it, to tease yourself more. It’s agonizing in the best way, taking your time like this. Normally, you like efficiency when making yourself come, rarely going the extra mile to turn the pleasure dial up, but this makes you question why you’re ever in a hurry.

You reach your clit, going in gentle circles to match Jack’s unhurried pace. You wish you could hear the sounds he’s making, all the grunts and whimpers escaping his plush lips.

He speeds up his strokes, now ravenous for his delayed release and so are you. Overtaken by the need to come, you drop the binoculars, letting them fall to the floorboard. You’re not even watching him anymore, having seen more than enough to commit to your spank bank. With your eyes closed and head pushing into the headrest, your mind is flooded with images of Jack fucking you slow, hard and deep, absolutely destroying your pussy – legs over his shoulders, hitting the spot that makes you scream and cry in euphoria. The image of him spilling into you, filling you up with his come is what tips you over the edge, your body shivers in bliss and you rock against your hand to ride out the high, feeling faint from the intensity.

After you’ve recovered and fumbled your chance of ever seeing The Pearly Gates, you dare to look back to his house, to find all the lights back off. It’s a bit of a relief, feeling less shameful of what you’ve done now that you can’t see him at the moment.

You button your pants backup and lean over to retrieve the forgotten binoculars from the floorboard, as your fingers grab them you hear a knock on the window. The sudden rap on the glass makes you flinch, feeling your skeleton attempt to flee from your corporeal body. Your heart drops to your stomach when you see Jack standing outside your car, leaning one forearm against the body so his face is level with yours. Fuck fuck fuck. You’ve been caught. Dizziness and nausea war within you as you roll down the window. You open your mouth to explain the situation, but words never escape your mouth.

“You like watchin’ people don’t ya?” he asks, his tone is dark, but not angry. No, it’s something else entirely.

“I–”

“‘S’alright. Caught onto ya pretty quick. A pretty face like yours ain’t hard to miss.”

“I– i’m sorry, um,” you scramble to find words, any words but Jack interjects again.

“You like watchin’, but darlin’ I want to know, do ya like bein’ watched?”

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minnaci · 4 months ago

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sampo koski x gn!reader · nsfw · wc: 1.2k

when you asked sampo to try crossdressing, you weren't sure what to expect, but you definitely didn't expect the maid dress.

contents: sampo wears a maid dress, feminization (sampo receiving), insertive sex (reader receiving), light dumbification, creampie, implied sex work, dirty talk

reader details: they/them pronouns used. reader is called "master", but is not dominant. genitalia is described as "hole". no other physical descriptors.

a/n: super excited to present my first entry for @ficsforgaza's kinktober! i had a lot of fun writing this :3 if you enjoy, please look out for my next entry on oct 23!

"How am I doing, Master?" Sampo purrs. His hands settle on your hips as you bounce on his cock, "Is this humble maid being a good dildo for you?"

When he'd shown up at your door for your weekly rendezvous, every drop of blood in your body had rerouted straight between your legs. You had no idea where he'd procured a— a maid outfit. Much less one that made him look so… so…!

Delicate skirts settle around his thick thighs. A corset hugs the curve of his hips, accentuating the dip of his waist. Worst (or perhaps best) of all, his ample chest is framed by lace, creating the illusion of cleavage. It's the highest quality sexy maid costume you've ever seen. You don't even want to know where he obtained something like this on Jarilo-IV.

…Aeons. He's got tits.

You have to look away. You have to look away, or you'll go insane.

"Master?" He slows the pace and tilts your chin up with a single gloved finger, forcing you to look into his eyes. Fuck. His lashes look thicker than usual, giving him that pretty, feminine look that makes your head spin. There's a splash of color on his eyelids, a caress of eyeliner at his waterline. His lips shine, red and glossy. Is that lip tint, or the remnants of your slick from when he ate you out earlier?

"Your performance is passable," you grit out, trying and failing for an air of unaffected boredom. The tip of his cock nudges sweetly against a sensitive spot deep inside of you. Your eyes roll back in your head unbidden, a soft whimper falling from your lips. "Decent, but needs work."

"Oh? Are my services… lacking?"

Before you can even begin to dissect what his tone means, you've been flipped over onto your back, your knees raised as close to your chest as they can go. Sampo settles between your spread thighs, his thick cock tenting through the flounce of his skirts. The visual alone is enough to send you spiraling, but then he lifts the hem of his dress, and his cock springs up, flushed and heavy and glistening with your juices. A dribble of pre-cum oozes onto the fabric. Your mouth goes dry.

"Let me serve you better, Master," Sampo's voice goes syrupy sweet. "I can be a good girl. Let me please you."

"What are you—?" Any attempt at resistance or coherence is thoroughly destroyed by the insistent slide of his tip against your entrance. More pre-cum trickles from his slit, dripping onto your hole, as he teases you. "Put it in already, just do it, please— Sampo!"

The thick head of his cock breaches you, and your body welcomes him in like he's coming home. At this angle, he feels so much bigger, reaches so much deeper. He barely gives you time to adjust before he's fucking into you with deep, devastating thrusts.

"You make my name sound so sexy," he coos, wild and breathless from the punishing pace he's set. His hand slips between your legs, and your mouth falls open around a wanton moan. "Say it again."

If you were any more lucid, you'd kiss the stupid smirk off Sampo's face. As it is, all you can do is whine increasingly garbled iterations of his name as he overloads you with pleasure.

All too soon, you feel that familiar precipice approaching. Blood rushes through your ears, pulses between your legs. Your breaths begin to catch in your chest. And still, throughout it all, Sampo fucks into you, steady and unwavering. The tip of his cock nudges against a particularly sensitive spot, and you cry out, the heat inside building to a fever pitch.

"Are you going to cum?" He murmurs, hot in your ear. "Me, too. Let's do it together, yeah? Come on, Master. Cum all over my pretty dress. I've been such a good girl for you. Don't I deserve it?"

He's your good girl. Your gaze meets his, wide and shocked and hopelessly aroused. You're holding your breath, teetering at the edge, and—

He sheathes himself fully inside of you, and thick, creamy warmth begins to spill from his tip. You follow him over the edge with a loud, needy cry, your muscles tensing and jerking. Your hole sucks on him, milks his throbbing shaft as if loathe to waste a single drop of his cum. Bright white lances across your vision, and you toss your head back, letting yourself simply feel.

"There we go," he's muttering, eyes wilder than you've ever seen them, as you come back to yourself. "This is where you fucking belong, with your girl between your legs making you feel so fucking good. Yeah, ride it out, milk me, fuck."

Afterglow settles around you like a warm blanket. You go limp and pliant, only whining a little when Sampo pulls out. His cum oozes out of you, dripping onto his skirts, but you can't bring yourself to care. In fact, the sensation is so delicious that your hole pulses, throbbing another thick, creamy glob onto the dainty fabric.

"I'm so lucky," your voice comes out quieter, breathier than you intend. Exhaustion begins to seep into your bones, warm and sweet and sticky as molasses. Still, you want him to know— "You're the prettiest maid I've ever had."

"Oh, of course, Master. It's this faithful maid's duty to take care of you," he simpers, but the bravado does little to hide his reddened cheeks. "Your Sampo can only hope you'll rate his cleaning services as highly."

You raise a brow at him, looking pointedly at your own limp, exhausted body, then at the sticky mess between you, as if to say 'only if you take care of this shit'. He laughs, a full-bellied thing that shakes his shoulders.

"Ah, you're always so fun," Sampo says, raising his arms and arching his back in a long, luxurious stretch. Your eyes trail over the dip of his waist, the broad swell of his chest under the ruffled sweetheart neckline of his maid dress. Belatedly, you bemoan the loss of the truly mouthwatering view of his happy trail. "I had no idea that my most discerning customer had these sorts of tastes."

Your tongue is thick, clumsy, in your mouth. "My taste is you."

Silence. Sampo stares at you, an inscrutable look on his face. Ah. Perhaps you shouldn't have said the quiet part out loud. Quicker than you can blink, though, he rearranges his expression into something smarmy, sleazy, and infuriatingly charming.

"Well, in that case, we should definitely do this again. Same time next week, even," he winks at you, lips curled in that wide, guileless smile that had you emptying your pockets and inviting him into your bed in the first place. A softer edge seeps into his voice— something warm and fond. "I'll even give you a discount— special pricing for my favorite customer."

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rileysluvr · 1 year ago

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super short price nsfw because i am his girlie til the day i die. he’s a bit of a meanie in this one tho so read with caution!!

“Again,” he orders.

You take a deep, shaky breath in an attempt to somewhat ground yourself, but it’s a difficult feat when you're being held down on your surperior’s hard lap by his big arm splayed over your hips. A thick, dusty book on the desk in front of you, flipped to the page that entirely covers the military-workplace regulations he was scolding you for until tears began to bead at your waterline. You don’t think you’ve ever been this humiliated.

Your vision is blurry, and it’s at that point where your memory serves you better than what you’ve been ordered to do, which is to read until you can’t. He’s broken you down to a writhing mess atop his thigh as both of yours can only drape over one of his huge ones. Back flush against his chest with his palm rubbing your pussy in all the right ways; you swallow thickly, wondering if you can even go on any longer in this state.

“Fifty-nine, oh-one: ‘Service personnel are to wear-” you pause to breathe, fighting back a stutter, “…appropriate regulation uniform on duty—”

A bashful whimper cuts you off mid-recitement as he somehow manages to shove his two fingers even deeper into your cunt, nudging against your nerves rather harshly. Your legs squeeze around his thigh and your hands twitch in their place wrapped around to your sides. All the willpower in your body being used to keep yourself from bucking your hips forward and earning another half-hour of degrading names and treatment.

“Did you hear me tellin’ you to stop?” he barks, but it’s in that calmer manner that spins your mind around until you can’t decipher the difference between anger and sympathy. You shake your head, and you don’t need to have a visual on his face to feel the disapproval teetering off his bitten tongue and firm expression. “Then why don’t I hear you reading, eh?”

Your voice trembles, almost enough for him to take pity on you; “Sir, please- I’m trying.”

You weren’t even on duty today, for fuck’s sake. You had stopped by to pick up a personal belonging, only to be reminded how your captain views you as his own the second you step foot through the base’s front gate. And you were never good at avoiding his stalking gaze, especially when he’s got access to eyes stationed at every nook and corner.

“Christ, y’need me to spell it out for you? Is that it?” he scoffs. “How many times’ve we been over this?”

The way he berates and babies you has your cheeks stained and glistening with tears, and your mind all jumbled considering how easily he switches back and forth from mean to soft. Soft like how his fingers pull out and away from your cunt and hold themselves just far enough to make you shift your hips forward in search of them, only to be held back by his arm’s weight. Mean like his spat words and the grip with which he grabs your jaw, squeezing tight and puffing your cheeks out a bit in an attempt to get you to focus; to knock some sense into that strained, precious little brain of yours.

“Pretty fuckin’ simple task for a soldier, if y��ask me.”

Because deep down, he truly cares about your well-being. He only wants the best for his girl, and the dynamic between you.

And you wouldn’t want to disappoint your superior even more than you already have, now, would you?

He lets go of your face to allow you to finish, a nervous and newfound quietness croaking in your throat in addition to your already shy voice after his display of aggression; “—except when otherwise ordered by a Commanding Officer…’”

“Good girl,” he drags upon your completion, along with his hand that sneaks back into your panties. You jump from the coldness of his skin but he barely pays any mind to it. “Keep going for me, now, pretty. Go ‘head and skip some.”

It’s a repeated process; you recite what you know, mess up due to his cruel ways of sadistic teasing, and watch on from the outside as your self-respect crumbles so easily. You acknowledge it, you feel it, and you willingly ignore it because you know that whatever he plans on giving you afterwards will far surpass any other means to pleasure.

His time, his teachings and guidance, his own pleasure. They’re better than gifts, really.

“‘No item of uniform which has not been authorized is to be worn.’” You mumble for the entirety of the final sentence, now expecting him to get on you for not speaking clearly enough.

Instead, his middle finger delves between your folds and dips into your cunt at last, ripping a hiss and another whine from high in your throat from his rough treatment.

“And who authorizes your uniform?” he finally asks.

He adds his ring finger and the fullness in your cunt would be uncomfortable if the heel of his palm wasn’t digging into your clit at the particular angle. It numbs the stretch and your worries, so much so you nearly forget what he had asked you.

You gasp, eyes shooting open to meet cold, empty office in stark contrast to the warm, staggering frame pressed up against your back. Every muscle and every flex beneath the cotton material of his shirt being embedded into your mind.

“You do, Sir—mph!—it’s only you.”

An approving rumble from his chest vibrates against your back, and you lean into him with a soft moan when he curls his fingers upward in that way he knows you respond to the best. Head leant back on his shoulder, you hold onto his arm to stabilize your spinning mind once he begins slipping his rough fingers in and out of your sensitive pussy more firmly.

“So you show up to base in this pretty, little dress on your off-day, and expect to leave here without any punishment?”

His words exceed intimidating to a great extent, but the way he coos them so gently right by your ear leads directly to you scrambling them into nothing more than sweet blurbs and mumbles. He continues his short scolding as if he doesn’t know how dumb he’s got you already, ready to make you bite the consequences for your inability to respond to him later.

“Distractin’ me ‘nd all the other men here while we work, like you don’t know what your body does to them. What you’re worth around here, to the lot of bastards falling asleep with their dicks in their hands to the pretty image of you dressed like this,” he emphasizes with the tug of your dress’s ending hem.

“Sir,” you whine, not paying a single nod to his language because your numbed mind can simply no longer compute it. Muffled and unclear, though the mean and deep drawl that bleeds through pushes you all the much closer to bliss.

“Feels good, I—please… ’m so, so close, Sir—!”

You whine and clasp your hand down on his arm for some sort of spiritual stabilization, and he only picks up the pace. He works you up so quickly after edging you for what felt like hours, as this time he gives absolutely no notion to relenting.

“That right?” Of course, you can’t respond with much more than a whimper as you rock your hips back and forth on his hard thigh, his skilled fingers working you up to ecstasy.

“Yes, yes ‘m gonna—it’s too much, Sir, ‘m gonna come—!”

He chuckles, his arm around your waist pulling you impossibly closer into him. You convulse around his fingers and moan through your high as he militantly, yet somehow so expertly, turns your vision to stars and your limbs into a limp mess atop him. It’s like he knows your body better than you do yourself, making you come harder with his fingers alone than anyone has ever. You thank him profusely, soft words of mantra like music to his ears as he decides what to do with you next.

He gives you no time to recover before he’s wrapping both his hefty arms around you and hauling you up in front of him, big palm instantly meeting with your shoulder blade to shove you down on the wooden desk and ripping a gasp from high in your lungs. He leans over you, caging you in as he soothes his hand across your forehead; his version of intimacy, and whatnot.

You’re panting, utterly exasperated, but simply can’t help the way you wiggle your hips back against his to chase that good friction. He laughs at your display of neediness for his cock, knowing it’ll be a much longer while before he’ll let you have it.

“My stupid fuckin’ toy,” he mutters softly against your skin, and it sounds just as good as any flattering compliment would.

He takes the hem of your dress and hikes it up to reveal your ass, humming at the sight before leaning back in to kiss your temple. Facial hair tickling and invading your senses, nearly feeling like a sweet treat to shush the way you whine out with his hard bulge pressed up against where you’re most sensitive.

Thoughts of what he could do to you right now running rampant through both of your minds, none differing from each other nor unwanted from either party.

“You’re gonna let me use this body however I like, until you learn to behave yourself ‘round your coworkers. Till you learn a fuckin’ lesson for once. Sound quite alright, sweetheart?”

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