#all i truly want is his handprint burned on my ass cheek ◡̈

[dirty-spiced-chai]

DABI

BNHA/MHA

reference: Lee Changsun x Lee Changsun

[hotwritergf]

On time is late / Gator Tillman / One-Shot / Smut

CW- spanking, punishment, blow job, public humiliation, slapping, daddy kink, smut, verbal abuse, humiliation, degradation.

“Nine fuckin’ o’ clock. That’s when we were supposed to get to the event princess. Look at that clock. Ten thirty. I had to call my fuckin’ dad and cancel. We cannot show up late, it looks sloppy and unprofessional. I just wanted one fuckin’ night y’know? Show off my gal’ have a couple drinks and blow off some steam. It's been a long fuckin’ week, I did not need this.” Gator spits, grabbing his vape and inhaling, exhaling the cloud of cotton candy scent into your face.

“I don’t have the patience for you. Look at you, sitting there all sickly sweet like butter wouldn’t melt. It's no use now. You’ve already pissed me off. Acting innocent isn’t gonna help your case now. Get yourself bent over the hood now. Don’t you make that face at me, you liked when I had you bent over it earlier, liked it too much that you made us late. Move it, now.” He rants, harshly grabbing your wrist, making your bracelet dig into your skin. Dragging you over to the bonnet, pushing you down face-first as if you were nothing. You wince as you hit the metal and he simply grabs your hands and holds them behind your back, holding them in one of his.

“Now. When I let go of you, I’m going to spank you. That’s what naughty girls get. And you? You are not going to say a fuckin’ word.” He drops your wrists. Lifting your dress and exposing your bare ass to the wind. Your panties were confiscated by him during your last time over the hood. You hold your breath, awaiting impact. His hits hurt; they always do. But the initial sting wears off and becomes pleasurable. “One.” He strikes you, open palm with his right hand. The burning of the first spank hitting you like a truck as he strikes you several more times. You moan ass the painful ecstasy consumes you, trying your hardest not to moan his name as his rubs his erection across your flushed skin.

“Oh baby. I can feel that. Your pussy leaking already? Just from me hitting you, you’re drooling on my cock here? God you’re disgusting.” He lets you up for only a moment, as quick as you can stand tall, he takes a fistful of your hair and yanks. Pulling violently, until he can see tears forming in the corners of your eyes. He raises his fist once more, leaving red handprints over your face. He always said you looked prettiest when you’d been roughed up a little.

“Daddy, please!” You beg, immediately regretting having spoken.

“I thought I fucking explained it to you, did the stupid little slut not understand her daddy’s instructions?” He chuckles, spitting in your face. “Your fuckin’ daddy. You truly are pathetic, aren’t you? Worthless little girl calling me daddy. Did your daddy not hug you enough? Or did he touch you so good like this daddy?”

Gator pushes you down to your knees, smirking at you. Taking his cock and slapping your face with it, flinching as it slaps your cheek. “Now, suck.”

[earlgreydream]

impact.

| wolfstar x reader | smut |

anon requested. marauders fucked you extra rough the night before and you wake up with a pain by your stomach. you have cervix trauma (your cervix is bruised... & impact play/knife play w the marauders but they accidentally push you too far and you end up having to go to the hospital wing...

a/n: these requests hit me so hard in the face and nothing would’ve prepared me but here we go because I want to make my angel babies happy

“That’s how you want it, hmm?” Remus teased, kissing your neck, and you squirmed in his arms. You suddenly felt embarrassed by your boyfriends’ teasing and you regretted your brutal honesty.

“Don’t laugh at me,” you whined.

“We’re not laughing, bunny.” Sirius smirked, and Remus slipped out from behind you, tying your wrists to the headboard. They may not have been laughing, but they were certainly amused, and excited.

You’d had a stressful week, and you had shyly expressed to your boyfriends that you wanted to blow off some steam with some particularly rough sex. They were always ones to push your limits and melt your mind, but you rarely asked for it overtly. When you wanted it, you favored the approach of being a brat and teasing them until they ravaged you. 

You immediately began to tug at the restraints, getting used to them. Remus and Sirius watched you with feigned disappointment, watching your pathetic squirming.

“Already struggling? We’ve not even touched you yet.” 

You stopped immediately, turning to look at Remus pathetically. He came and knelt between your legs on the bed, skimming his hands up your body and feeling you.

“Silly girl, you ask for things and then struggle when we give them to you,” Remus mocked gently, and when you opened your mouth to object and defend yourself, he slapped the inside of your thigh. 

“We’re going to mark you up all pretty with bruises, make your body like a painting,” Sirius hummed, biting your skin lightly as he fondled your chest, getting you wet and squirmy. He was rough with you, liking to hear little pained, pleasured noises. It was all teeth and pinching, hickeys dotting your skin. 

Every time you made a noise from Sirius’ torture, Remus landed another slap to your body, leaving red handprints and light bruises rising to the surface. He knew how hard he could smack you without truly hurting you, and you trusted him, even if it frightened you in the moment. 

You squeaked as Sirius’ teeth grazed along your breast, lightly biting down on your nipple. He smirked and Remus pinched your clit, making you jolt. Sirius laughed darkly at your reaction, reveling in the sight of your torture. 

They continued on for much longer than you had anticipated or desired. They finally let up when you were begging them to fuck you. You were exhausted with pent-up need, and you wanted to release it and let your stress fade.

“Oh, bunny, are you all needy for our cocks?” Sirius teased, lightly pinching you and making you whine.

“M’so achey, I need you,” you pouted, desperate tears welling in your eyes.

“Crying for us to fuck you like a cockslut,” Remus rarely joined Sirius in degradation, but you were living for it. It was making arousal drip down your thighs and onto the bed sheets, and you pushed your hips up into his hand.  

“Be patient.” Remus lightly smacked your sex, pulling a choked moan from you. 

“Who do you want to fuck you first?” Sirius asked, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look him in the eyes. 

“Remus,” you whispered, earning a smile from the other boy. 

“Siri,” you whined when he pulled away from you.

“What, bunny?”

“Kiss me?” your eyes widened, and his stormy eyes softened slightly, dropping the bratty dom act. He leaned in and gently kissed you, swallowing the noise you made when Remus bent your knees to your chest.

“Fuck, daddy,” you yelped as he didn’t let you adjust, forcing himself into you all at once. 

“Pretty girls don’t use foul language like that. You know better.” Sirius smacked your cheek just hard enough to sting. Your eyes watered from the impact, and you hated that you loved it. 

“M’sorry,” you got out between Remus’ rough thrusts. He pulled nearly all the way out of you every time, hitting deep. You knew he went easier than Sirius, and your mind was spinning with adrenaline and anticipation. You were tight around him and the slight burning slowly eased, but didn’t disappear as he kept fucking into you.

“Play with her clit, Pads, let her get off at least once tonight. She’s been good taking all that,” Remus instructed the other boy. You tugged at your hands, wanting to grab the sheets to ground you as Sirius rubbed quick circles on your clit. He knew exactly how to touch you to rip an orgasm from you as quickly as possible, and you were coming within minutes, squeezing tightly around Remus as he continued to thrust.

“No more, Siri, please,” you begged as he stimulated you, and Remus pushed his hand away as he sheathed himself fully in you before pumping you full of his seed. He came deep inside of you, and you moaned loudly at the sensation. 

He pulled out of you, undoing the ties at your wrists. You went limp, and Sirius smirked. 

“No, bunny, you’re not done. C’mon, on your knees.” He flipped you face down and dragged your hips back, pulling you onto your knees and elbows. 

“I want to hear you scream.”

Without warning, Sirius was slamming into you from behind, somehow going even rougher than Remus had. His thrusts were fast and powerful, hitting deep parts of you that you didn’t even know existed.

As promised, Sirius had you screaming into the mattress, your fingers clawing at crimson sheets. Remus was making out with him over you, and you shuddered from the delicious pain that spiked through your body. You were moaning and whining, barely able to hold yourself up before he was done with you. 

You were relieved when Sirius finally hit his orgasm, the snapping of his hips against your ass ceasing. Your breathing was ragged and uneven as he let you down, Remus helping clean the three of you up. 

You collapsed when Sirius let go of your hips, curling up into a ball in the bed. Your entire body was throbbing and aching, and exhaustion seeped into your veins, dragging you into a heavy sleep. You were content, the stressful week gone, and all that was left was the feeling of your two boyfriends.

The boys took care of you affectionately before curling up in bed with you, pressing kisses to your cheeks, even in your dreamy state.

You struggled to wake up, your body feeling heavy with lethargy. Remus tried to get you up, and you refused to move from the warmth under the duvet. You were aching between your legs, and as you moved, you felt a sharp pain shoot deep in your belly. A whimper escaped your lips, and the boys teasing as they tried to get you up disappeared.

“Y/N, darling, what’s wrong?” Sirius softened at the noise of discomfort you made.

“Just give me a minute.”

The boys looked at each other but let you get up slowly. You needed to be in potions this morning, unable to miss the second half of the lecture from the day before. 

You were able to ignore the pain for a while, but by the end of class every movement sent a sharp jolt of pain deep inside of you. 

“Siri, I can’t,” you breathed, gripping his cloak. He fretted with worry, cursing himself for not letting you stay in bed.

“What is it, bunny?”

You put your hand on your abdomen, and he frowned, looking around before sighing. Sharp pain interfered with your focus, and you silently threatened to cry if Sirius didn’t help you. 

“Let’s get you to Pomfrey. Can you walk?”

You shook your head, and he let you onto his back, carrying you to the hospital wing. He’d alerted Remus, who met the two of you down in Pomfrey’s exam room. Remus’ expression was clouded with worry, and you felt guilty for scaring them. 

Pomfrey ushered the boys to wait on the other side of a screen, and Sirius leaned against Remus’s chest as they waited. Pomfrey had a look on her face when she moved the screen back, and they saw you drinking a potion behind her. 

“Y/N’s cervix is bruised. There isn’t much I can do other than give her the pain potion. She’s got to let it heal, so no more trauma to it. She’s fine, but she’ll be in pain for a while.” 

Both boys’ eyes widened, and you were red with embarrassment. Sirius couldn’t bite back a smug smirk, and even Remus looked rather pleased. You rolled your eyes at them, embarrassed that they were so proud of their work on you.

Once the three of you were back in your dorm, they were tearing into you.

“Can’t take cock as well as you thought, bunny?”

“We’re so big we just break you.” Remus was laughing, and Sirius had a grin plastered on his face. 

You covered your face in embarrassment, and Remus pulled your hands away. They wanted to see you blush as they continued their teasing, lightly pinching your sides.

“Told you we were going to destroy that little pussy,” Sirius giggled, and you hid your face in his sweater.

They continued their teasing, even while they got you snuggled into bed in their oversized clothes, making sure you were as comfortable as possible. Pomfrey’s potion had taken the edge off, but hadn’t alleviated the pain. You shifted a few times before Sirius got into bed with you, settling you between his legs.

“I’m sorry, darling.” Sirius finally relented, kissing your temple.

“I’m okay. Just maybe not that hard next time.”

Remus kissed you then, promising to be more gentle in the future. He apologized, and you kissed him sweetly before watching him go back to class. Sirius gently massaged your sore hips and legs, getting you to relax against him.

“You could’ve told us it was too much,” Sirius said, kissing your temple.

“I liked it, I was lost in it, didn’t realize how hard you were going.”

He kissed up your jaw before catching your lips, scolding you lightly for not paying attention to your body before finally letting you rest and sleep it off.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐞𝐱/𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 (𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝)

Warnings: NSFW content. Read at your own discretion.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Hongjoong was already frustrated. He was on a deadline to finish up a song and he was nowhere near even getting halfway. Eden had just recently scolded him and he felt extremely agitated and irritated at this point.

"Hey Joong? I brought you lunch so-"

"Just leave it on the table, I'll eat it later." He cut you off rather sharply, barely even sparing you a glance.

"I was actually thinking we could eat together." You were off put by his short temper.

"I don't have time Y/N." He huffed out, a hand running through his hair.

You were pissed at this point and were not about to take his crap anymore.

"Exactly! You don't have time for me anymore! I get your job demands a lot of your time, but to not even take a break and enjoy just 10 minutes without....these." You gestured to all the mess scattered around his desk.

Hurt about being reminded about his neglect of you yet angry at being scolded once more, Hongjoong slammed his hands on the table, swiftly pushing off the chair before going over to where you were standing and stared you down.

"All right. Fine. 10 minutes you say? I can work with that."

Without a warning, he pushed you onto the couch, making a quick work of your pants and stripping them off you. You let out a sharp cry when he began devouring your pussy, animalistic growls spilling out his lips as he slurped you up as if he'd been starved. When you tried pulling away, he landed a harsh slap on your clit, making your hips jolt up and a shriek come out.

"Shut up and take what I give you you needy desperate whore. You wanted 10 minutes? Let's see how many times I can make you cum in that time."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Hearing the front door slam, Seonghwa brace himself for yet another one of your moods after a long day at work. Wanting to help your day be less stressful, he had prepared you some of your favorites food.

"Y/N." He called out to you in a sing song tone.

Stomping over, you just looked at him with an eyebrow raised, total resting bitch face plastered on.

"I made your favorite." He happily told you, but you still didn't seem to bat an eyelash at him, you simply turned around and began walking out.

"Wait Y/N come on. Here at least try some. It'll help you with your stress-"

"Can't you take a damn hint Seonghwa?! I don't fucking want it!"

When he tried to approach you with a spoonful of food, you actually snapped and slapped it out of his hand, making it stain his perfectly polished floor. Seonghwa looked at it then looked back at you.

"You know Y/N I think I put up with your bratty attitude and bitchy behavior for too long."

You gasped sharply when he suddenly turned you around and slammed you up against the table, grabbing your arms so he could hold them behind your back.

"Maybe I've been a little too nice to you....making you baths, preparing you food, all in hopes of helping you release stress....but its clear a little bitch like you doesn't need that."

You squirmed under his grasp, trying to get free but with no use as his grip was tight on you. The sound of him unbuckling his belt made you stop moving entirely, and you shivered when pulled your skirt up before ripping your tights and pushing your underwear to the side.

"Clearly a bitch like you needs a good pounding, fuck that attitude right out of you."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

You knew you were screwed the instant Yunho roughly pulled you off Mingi's lap and took you into his room, shutting the door right behind him before staring at you with fire burning through his eyes. You had never seen him so mad before.

No soon afterwards, you were currently on top of him, his hips bucking up at you at a relentless pace that had you screaming his name over and over again. His hands were practically digging into your skin, holding tightly onto you with such ferocity.

"Look at you, being so desperate for a good fuck that you'd actually try and whore yourself out to my best friend like a cheap bitch."

When one of his hands came up to grasp at your throat, you were shivering on top of him.

"Weren't you?! What! Is my cock not enough for you? My cock and these hands you love so much not satisfying you anymore? Hmm? Is that why you were all cuddled up to Mingi? Hoped he'd actually take pity and fuck you?"

You knew it wasn't your intention to make him jealous, but god if this is what jealousy did to him, you would totally do it again.

"Stupid slut. Mingi's not going to fuck you. You're just a dirty, filthy hole, he doesn't want you...."

Even after you came, you were still a crying mess as Yunho kept fucking up into you, not caring that you were beyond your limit, your inner thighs getting sore.

"But you're my little hole for me to fuck. Got it? And if I need to fuck you dumb to get it through that stupid useless brain of yours to understand that only I can make you feel this good, then so be it. I'll fuck you til you break, my little sex toy."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang was not very pleased by your behavior lately. You had been giving him the silent treatment and avoiding him for no good reason. Trying to coax what was wrong out of you, he came up behind you as you were washing dishes.

"How's my little princess? Did you have a good day?"

He was only met with you elbowing him in the rib and shoved him off you.

"Ok seriously Y/N? What did I even do? Stop being so childish and talk to me like a mature adult."

Hearing you scoff and seeing you roll your eyes at him made him furious and irritated with you. As you tried to walk past him, he grabbed your elbow and picked you up, setting you down on the kitchen counter as his eyes burned a hole through you.

"If you're going to keep acting like a brat, maybe I should just treat you like one then."

You don't know if you truly regret breaking Yeosang's patience. On the one hand, you were definitely not going to be walking straight for a week. On the other, you utterly enjoyed having your face pressed against the pillow, ass up as Yeosang was shoving his dick in and out of you, red handprints scattered across your butt cheeks and hands tied behind your back with one of his ties. Everytime you tried to hide your face in the pillow to muffle your screams, he'd yank your hair up.

"I said I wasn't having you ignore me anymore princess. Now come on, scream my name. I want this entire floor to hear your pathetic whimpers."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

San looked at you with an unamused gaze.

"Repeat what you just said.....I dare you to."

He was pissed off, it was more than clear. But maybe that's what you wanted, wanted him to be as pissed as you were, even just a bit of what you were feeling. It's not that you meant to take out your jealousy on him, but seeing his co-host be extremely clingy towards him backstage and he never did anything about it made your blood boil.

"I said you're nothing more than a fucking horn dog. Probably let that skank suck your dick." You exclaimed in disgust.

The sudden slam of his hand against the wall behind you both scared and thrilled you. Looking at you with a hungry smirk, he opened the door behind you, trapping you inside a closet. In minutes, he was pressing you against the wall, his frantic grunts mixing with your whimpered cries. San would occasionally let out a sadistic laugh at how wrecked you look.

"You're right baby, I am indeed a horn dog. Absolutely love getting my dick wet and fuck a pussy all the time."

Hand reaching between your legs, he began to harshly pinch and rub at your clit, his other hand that was holding onto your hip keeping you from collapsing on the floor as your orgasm took over you.

"But get this straight: I only fuck this pussy right here. Ok? I fucking claimed this a long ass time ago and I'll fuck it whenever I want to."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

Ending the call with your friend, you were coming out of the bedroom when you were suddenly shoved back inside by none other than your usually caring and sweet boyfriend, who looked angry as he closed the door behind him.

"Mingi? What-"

You couldn't finish your sentence as his large hands cupped your cheeks, his long body pushing you back until you landed on the bed. He was kissing you harshly, nothing like the usual tender and loving kisses he'd be known to give you. His hands clutched at your covered breasts, groping at them before he unexpectedly tore your shirt in the middle.

"Mingi! What has gotten into you?!" You exclaimed in shock at his sudden change in behavior.

"I heard you talking to your friend. Saying shit like I'm too soft and vanilla for you."

You moaned out when he began to suck along your neck, his hands cupping your bra and pulling it down enough to have your breasts spill out.

"Oh princess if only you knew I've just been holding back all this time."

With a taunting chuckle, he pulled of you. Undoing his zipper, he began to strip out of his jeans and briefs, letting his long cock spring free, precum leaking at the tip.

"I didn't want to be selfish and break you like I wanted too....... but if that's what you want well then, I'd be happy to oblige my little princess."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Neither of you knew how it started nor exactly how it escalated. One minute Wooyoung was being the annoying shit he was, with you playfully shoving him away and calling him names, and then the next you were both pushing each other rather abruptly. When you called him a particularly degrading insult, he retaliated likewise and now it seemed like a screaming match between you two.

"You know what? This is fucking stupid!" You hollered and turned away, making a bee line towards your room.

"I'm not done yet!" Wooyoung trailed after you.

"Well I am! Now excuse me, I'm going to go take a shower and hopefully cool off this rage." You stated firmly before slamming the bathroom door right in his face.

The refreshing water seemed to calm you down a little, so you just stood there under the shower head, just letting your body soak in the cold. You were so unaware of your surroundings that you failed to notice Wooyoung had entered the bathroom and didn't realize it until you felt his arms turn you around to face him. No explanation, he just began kissing you, his tongue taking control over your mouth while one hand hiked one of your legs over his waist.

"Still think I'm an annoying bastard?" He grunted fiercely as he thrusted up into you, not giving you time to react as he began pounding into you.

"Yes you are!" You hissed at him, hands swooping his wet hair and tugging at it rather hardly.

He just looked at you with a shit eating grin.

"Yet you still let me fuck you. "

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

You were frustrated and stressed out, so was Jongho. Even as you two did your own little things inside the apartment, even the smallest things either of you did made the other let out an annoyed huff. It all culminated when Jongho accidentally spilled his cup of juice on the floor, that little action had you both looking at each other with near contempt.

"I feel like punching something." Jongho confessed.

"Me too." You admitted.

"Wanna punch me?" He offered.

Smirking at him, you thought about something better.

"No.... I think I'd rather fuck you."

So now here you were, underneath your inhumanely strong boyfriend, his cock balls deep inside you, your legs thrown over his shoulders while his hands were already leaving bruises around your inner thighs from how hard he was squeezing at them. You two had already cum several times but you still kept going, pushing past your sensitivity as you both still had a lot of rage and energy to release.

In a particularly sharp angle of his hips, you were quivering under Jongho, for the first time you were actually squirting under him.

"Oh fuck!" Seeing you break down and make a mess all over him and yourself had him cumming soon after, his body collapsing on top of yours.

Both of you were beyond exhausted after all that. Your bodies were so sticky with sweat and your breathing had not yet returned to normal. Looking over at you, Jongho smiled sincerely for the first time in days.

"So.... now that we got that out of the way.... can we cuddle?"

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[little-diable]

Breaking the law - Draco Malfoy (smut)

Request by anon: will u write draco ✨spice✨ w prompt 13, 17, 25, 26, 27 he has a innocent girl kink

Hi lovie, sorry for the wait. This is probably one of my favorite Draco smuts I’ve ever written. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: breaking laws isn’t part of the readers nature, but a lazy mistake lets her tumble into Malfoy’s arms late at night, having to protect her from Umbridges rules. 

Warning: this is filthy, spanking, unprotected sex, good girl kink 

(Credit to gif owner) 

“Well what do we have here?”, Draco’s voice echoed through the hallway, making (y/n) freeze, books pressed against her chest, (y/e/c) eyes closed, mumbling a small “oh no”. Draco stepped closer to her, by now he could smell her sweet perfume, the scent, that would engulf him late at night as his mind would begin to wander. 

“Isn’t it past your curfew love?”, she wouldn’t turn towards him, too scared to be dragged into Umbridges office, she had never broken a rule before, she was the definition of a good girl, in any way.

“I’m sorry”, her breath hitched in her chest, trembling hands tightly holding onto her books, she could feel him near, his front was just about to touch her back. “Malfoy”, Umbridges voice made both of them exhale, he grasped her hand, interlacing his fingers with her, “let me do the talking, will you?”. Her mind was racing, focused on his soft hands, how he calmly traced her skin with his thumb, squeezing her hand, reassuring her that he’d cover for her.

Draco smiled at Umbridge, the lady was completely dressed in pink, just as usual, staring at the couple with a quirked eyebrow, arms crossed in front of her chest, “shouldn’t you be in bed, (y/l/n)?”. 

(Y/n) visibly gulped, cursing herself for being that stupid, she had been hiding away in the library, exploring another fictional world she wished to be a part of, forgetting all about the curfew and the pink devil. She didn’t truly hear what Draco was telling Umbridge, too distracted by his calm aura and the way he kept holding onto her.

“Well, if you say so, off you go”, the woman shook her head, clicking her tongue as she turned away from them, not noticing the sly smirk that tugged on Dracos lips. “How-what?”, (y/n) stuttered, following him down the hallway, he tilted his head from left to right before he pushed her against the wall. 

A gasp spilled from her lips, she was sure that he could hear her heart rapidly beating, biting her lip, eyes following his, “don’t worry love, I’ll never stop breaking the law for you”, he pressed a kiss to the spot underneath her ear.

She had always wondered what it would feel like to be that close to him, to the prince of Slytherin, to the boy she would dream about at night. Draco ran his thumb across her lower lip, eyes finding hers, slowly he moved his head closer, lips almost touching, she could feel his hot breath on her skin, letting go of her books as he kissed her. Their lips moved in synch, hands grasping each other's sides, getting lost in each other's taste, finally.

“Come on”, Draco didn’t want to ever stop kissing her, to explore her body like he had wanted to do so for ages, he pulled her towards his bedroom, hiding her away from the other students. The moment they stepped into his room he reattached his lips to hers, hand wandering underneath her sweater, fingertips dancing across her soft skin. “Draco”, she mumbled his name, hands fisting the fabric of his shirt, pressing her thighs together, trying to forget about her pulsing clit.

His deep chuckle rumbled through him, hand tangled in her (y/h/c) hair, twirling around some loose strands between his fingers. Draco kissed his way down her throat, his trousers were getting tighter and tighter, pressing his bulge against her middle, obsessed with the sound of her moans. With trembling hands she unbuttoned his shirt, eyes set on his chest, god he was beautiful. Her hungry gaze made his length twitch, growling as he tugged her sweater over her head, blouse following shortly after.

(Y/n)s boobs were hidden away by the lacy material of her bra, he ran his thumb across it, squeezing her nipples, desperate for more. Her emotions were all over the place, she had done this before with boys, that didn’t really bother her much, an experience she wanted to get over and done with, but with Draco it was different, completely different. She wanted him to explore her body, to touch her where she’d touch herself to the thought of him, to wreck her, destroying her for anybody else she’d ever be with.

“Onto your knees, be a good girl for me”, his raspy voice shot shivers up her spine, dropping onto her knees, following his every command. She couldn’t take her eyes off his entrancing ones, unzipping his trousers, biting her lip as her eyes fell upon his hard length, tongue licking from his base to the tip, picking up the drops of precum, moaning from the taste.

Draco had always been mesmerized by her, her innocent nature brought the most sinful thoughts upon him, eyes perfectly harmonizing with the colour of her house, (y/h/c) hair rounding up her features.

Moan after moan rumbled through him, praying that she wouldn’t stop anytime soon, obsessed with the way she twirled her tongue, cheeks hallowed, swallowing him as he reached the back of her throat. But eventually he pulled out of her mouth, pulling her onto her feet, pushing her down on his bed, oh he’d have his fun with her. 

“You’ve been a bad girl, haven't you?”, she stared at him with wide eyes, wondering what he was talking about, “sneaking around the castle, after the curfew, I think that calls for a punishment”, he ran his hand up to her features, cupping her flushed cheek, his cold ring pressed against her skin, bright eyes teasing her.

He quickly grasped her sides and flipped her onto her front, ass high in the air, short skirt exposing her skin. Draco couldn’t wait to burn his handprint into her skin, marking her for the next few days, reminding her of the things he was about to do. 

“Such a bad girl, going against the rules”, he mumbled, hand pressed against her behind, kneading her skin, her heart was racing, hands holding onto the pillow she had her face pressed into, deeply exhaling. Draco slapped his palm against her skin, spanking her with all his strength, not going easy on her.

Her first instinct was to move away from him, a cry rumbled through her, lips parted, “don’t move, I won’t hesitate with taking it up to 20”, the words made her gulp, trying to calm herself down. Draco gave it a few seconds till he started once again, snapping his palm against her behind, skin bruised as he finished after 10 more slaps. 

Tears stained his pillow, glistering on her cheek as he pulled her off the fabric, behind pushed against his naked chest. He pressed a few kisses to the back of her neck, arm sneaking around her waist, hand moving between her thighs, teasing the soaked through fabric of her panties.

“Relax”, he murmured, Draco unclasped her bra, cupping her boobs from behind, eyes staring down on her, “so gorgeous”. Her head fell against his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut, hands grasping his forearms, “Draco”, she moaned his name, “more”, (y/n) panted. 

He gave her some space to fall against the mattress, back pressed against the soft material, eyes watching him tug down her skirt and panties in one move. Her walls were dripping, aching for his touch, he dipped his head down, pressing a kiss to her pulsing clit, fingers teasing her entrance.

Draco pushed two fingers into her heat, she arched her back, hands finding his silvery hair, tugging on the roots, desperately holding onto him. The prince of Slytherin knew exactly where to touch her, where to kiss and lick, hot breath crashing against her skin, goosebumps began to appear, making a smirk tug on his lips. 

He moved up her body, hovering above her, lips meeting hers, he grasped his length, coating his tip with her arousal before he pushed into her, spreading her walls around his length.

(Y/n) had to squeeze her eyes shut, he was bigger than anybody she had ever been with, nails clawing into his skin, trying to drown out the feeling of her burning walls. Draco gave her a few moments to adjust, stroking some strands of her hair out of her face, admiring every inch of her features. 

Slowly he pulled out of her, pushing all in once again, repeating the motion till a few moans spilled out of her, telling him that he could begin to build up his pace. ”Such a good girl for me”, the words made her smile. 

It seemed as if she had forgotten that they were still in Hogwarts, surrounded by other chambers, loud moans rumbled through her, squealing his name as he teased all the right spots. “Are you that needy? Don’t you care about them hearing you scream my name?”, Draco growled, high on her taste, on her scent and the way she clenched her walls around his member. She shook her head, eyes finding his, Draco placed his hand over her mouth, toning down the volume of her sounds, smirking as her hot breath crashed against his palm.

A few spots appeared in her vision, she wouldn’t last much longer, after months of admiring him, praying that he’d touch her like that almost every night, it was too much, her emotions were getting the best of her. Draco could tell that she would tumble over the edge any moment now, he pressed his thumb against her clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves, eyes not leaving hers once. “Let go love”, he panted, lips finding her hard nipples, slightly biting her skin.

Her walls fluttered around him, she moaned his name, orgasm crashing upon her, losing all control over her body, thrashing around underneath him. Draco's length began to twitch, he pulled out of her, panting her name as he pumped his length, releasing himself onto her skin, cum painting her lower belly white. “Fuck”, his eyes fluttered close, pressing his head against her chest, she combed her hand through his hair, smiling at him. 

Maybe breaking the law had its perks.

[humans4vampires]

Heidi {Edward Cullen x Heidi}

@little-diable​ and I have come together to bring you the smut you never dreamed Edward Cullen capable of. A co-written three-part series, born from this short story, detailing the love affairs of Edward before Bella, because there are no 104-year-old virgins in this house.

Read the Short Story

Read Part One - Tanya

Read Part Two - Diana

Summary: Aro summoned Carlisle and Edward to Volterra when he’d heard of Edward’s extraordinary gifts. Aro surmised from Edward’s thoughts that beautiful brunettes were his weakness, and sent for Heidi, in hopes of luring Edward into the fold of the Volturi Guard.

Warnings: smut, 18+

A giddy smile was tugging on Heidi's lips, still high on the adrenaline of killing that majestic brown bear. “You did wonderfully, I’m proud of you” Edward turned towards her, cupping her cheek as he ran his thumb along her lower lip, eyes switching between hers and her mouth, fighting against the will to connect their lips. “Edward” his name rolled oh so effortlessly off her tongue, arms slung around his neck, trying to pull him closer, “kiss me”. 

Both had been by each other's side for a few months by now, exploring Europe as they’d get to know one another, slowly but surely their feelings grew, binding them closer together with every passing day. They had settled in Paris; Edward enjoyed the culture, Heidi enjoyed the French - as cuisine. Though Edward still refused to hunt the proper way a vampire should, and so Heidi indulged him in his request to join him on a ‘vegetarian’ hunt through the mountains of Switzerland. 

He froze for a moment, pondering over his next move, overthinking it like Edward would always do. He kissed her passionately and the feeling of her soft lips made his eyes flutter closed, hands grasping her sides as he pushed her against the nearest wall of their apartment. 

Edward almost didn’t notice how his fingers naturally danced along the buttons of Heidi's trousers, undoing them as a deep growl rumbled through the female vampire. Both switched places, Heidi had him pressed against the wall, dropping to her knees as she pulled his trousers down his legs, hands instantly finding his growing length. Her eyes wouldn’t leave his as she pumped him. Heidi loved every inch of Edward’s body, loved the way his skin felt underneath her fingertips as she’d take care of him. She pressed her lips against his thighs, kissing her way to the base of his shaft, tongue dancing along the velvety skin, “Is this what you want?”

Edward had almost missed the words she spoke, eyes hooked on hers, lips parted as he let Heidi have her way with him, “yes” he rasped out, hands balled into fists as he tried to compose himself. He couldn’t lose his focus, at least not now. Her tongue ghosted over his tip, already finding pleasure in his hungry gaze, thighs pressed close, desperately trying to create some friction. He gave it a few moments, relishing in the heavenly feeling that flooded through him before he ripped her onto her own two feet, shoving her down on the bed. 

A gasp spilled from her lips, the lips he connected his to, hands hastily undressing her, driven by the throbbing of his length, the need to part her folds as he’d sink into her tightness. Heidi moaned into his mouth, raising her hips for him, squealing as Edward flipped her now naked frame around, face pressed into the pillow, ass high in the air. Edward wasn’t quite sure why, but something inside of him snapped, made his eyes darken, hand suddenly coming down onto her behind, desperate to burn his handprint into her cold skin. “Oh god” Heidi pressed out, hands grasping the covers, moaning with every slap to her behind. 

Her moans were like music to his ears, urging the vampire on to take her. Edward had never been this way with her. She was sure Edward had never been this way. She was whimpering underneath his big frame. Edward didn’t give her a warning, he parted her dripping folds with the tip of his length, eyebrows knitted, teeth piercing through his lips, she felt much tighter than he had thought, warmer, cozier than anything he had ever experienced. “You’re so big”, Heidi was a mess, confused by the different sensations that took over her body, the heat, the pleasure and the love she felt for Edward.

Love, she thought. Hadn’t she known months ago that this was what she was feeling? Heidi had not been able to put the word to the emotions that surrounded her when she looked at Edward. But she knew she was consumed, every thought circling around Edward Cullen, desperate to call him hers. Had Aro seen something that Heidi didn’t? Was this chore of hers more than just a ploy to keep Edward entertained, more than just a seduction that would lead him to join her in the Volturi guard? Had Aro known that Edward was meant for her?

As Edward moved around her in a blur, Heidi’s thoughts drowned her. She was in love and suddenly everything seemed clear. She loved Edward, deeply, but how could she know if he truly loved her? She had been clouding his judgment from the moment they’d met. She decided then, as Edward continued to sway her body back and forth with his, that she needed him to see her the way she saw him. 

Suddenly, Heidi let go, locking her deep red eyes on Edward’s burning golden irises; Edward didn’t stop. A loud moan ripped through Heidi, screaming into the night air as she parted the clouds on his feelings for her, removing the spell her talents produced. Edward heard it in her thoughts then, how she wanted him to feel how pure their connection really was. 

Edward warred with his body, still crashing into Heidi in rolling waves, both clinging to each other, the physical pleasure outweighing the emotional damage. Heidi’s eyes were hopeful; there was no doubt in her mind that Edward would feel what she was feeling now. But Edward’s eyes were solemn, reflecting the inner turmoil he felt. 

Edward had known all along that Heidi was nothing more than a distraction from the monotony of a damned eternity. Edward had decided to welcome distractions, especially the beautiful brunette ones; that’s how Aro had come up with this ruse in the first place. But now, without the draw of Heidi’s gift, he suddenly felt hollow again. Even inside her, Edward felt lost, detached.

Edward pushed on, letting a fierce growl cross his lips as he continued thrusting into her. He heard in her thoughts that she had mistaken this passion for an agreement. Heidi tumbled over the edge, screaming his name as Edward continued his rhythm through her high. She clung to him with every ounce of strength she had, overwhelmed by the love and acceptance she felt. 

But Edward was still as soon as she had finished; he hovered over her with wide, expressionless eyes. “Edward?” she asked, horror seeping into her voice. 

“I’m sorry, Heidi,” Edward’s voice was course velvet. “I think it’s time I go.”

Edward planted a soft kiss on Heidi’s frozen lips before disappearing from the bed. Heidi stayed still, a perfect statue, cemented by her crippling loss. Oh, how she wanted to speak, to scream, to yell, to clutch at his skin and hold him there; if only she could cry.

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Chiara is a magical and ever-enchanting writer who is entirely responsible for this smutty little addition to my short story. Check her out at @little-diable​. 

You can read the short that inspired this work here: Unrequited

Part One: Tanya

Part Two: Diana

[marvelousell]

Can I request a smut oneshot about Tom? He's going rough on her and tied her up. He even uses toys like a whip and so on. And then he hurts her accidently and she can't say the save word because of a reason you can choose and then she starts to cry and he realises what he had done and is so sorry and she even has handprints on her body the next morning and he does everything to make it better

Kiss it better

A/N: This big piece of work made me tear up a little bit, we all know Tom is a real gentleman 🥺

Warnings: SMUT 18+, angst

Your and Tom’s sex life was anything but vanilla. That wasn’t a secret anyway. Yes, you do enjoyed slow, sensual sex, but this precise things got you both very excited. You being his obedient girl.

Everything was strictly consensual. You both were into this, having a chat before all of that even started. He knew what you liked, and agreed on, and he always made sure you were okay with that, before and especially during sex.

Well today was a bit different.

It was 7 pm by now. The sun now long gone. You were lying on your couch, still waiting for Tom, who was probably stuck at work. The faint sound of the dull rom-com was replaced with a roaring slam of the front door.

Uh oh someone had a crappy day.

Your expression puzzled, but still blank.

His jaw was clenching hard. His eyes now searching yours. The usual pair of soft brown eyes were replaced by a pair of much more darker and furious ones.

You knew that someone must’ve struck his nerve at work.

It wasn’t the first time. He needed a relief.

“You. Bed. Now.” He broke the eye contact removing his watch and coat.

Your marched into your shared bedroom, pulling your large t-shirt away. Sitting on your legs, in only your half soaked panties, you couldn’t hide the accelerated heartbeat of yours.

You loved angry Tom. The excitement was making you aroused more and more every second.

Your mind was running absolutely wild. You knew you needed to listen and behave. Oh but you needed a small touch right now.

Your hand now cupping your heat, while the other one was playing with your nipple.

“You can’t listen to an order, hm?” His voice harsh. Your breath shortened.

“No one really listens. I’m really not a fan of that.” Stripping himself, he came near you, only to push you flat on your stomach.

“Hands behind.” He tied your hands as tight as he could.

He was angry, his co-workers making him feel like a fool.

The sound of him searching for something in the drawers, made you shuffle.

His legs parted yours, making himself comfortable between you. The buzzing of the toy started echoing, making you hide your face into the pillow.

The toy was now placed on your clit, and while you were focusing on the pleasure it was giving you, Tom slammed into you without a single warning making you gasp from the slight pain.

Tom buried himself inside of you, now taking the whip, stroking it gently on your right cheek.

The cold sensation on your warm skin made you shiver. Once again without a warning he slapped you with it, making you jump. He was now fully into it, slapping you as hard as ever, starting a pool of tears in your eyes.

The toy was doing its job, your walls tightening around him. He could feel it, his movements fast, removing the toy and himself from you.

“Now, now, only good girls can cum isn’t that true?” His palm landing on your ass harshly a few times. You tried to free your hands, unsuccessfully, only to feel the material burning into your wrists.

The edging went on and on, he would slam into you so hard, mixing the pain with the need for your release.

It was all to much.

“Tom.” You said through the tears.

“Don’t want to hear a word from you sweetie, be a good girl for once.” Moving his free palm to shut you up, and if he did that you would shatter, the sex wasn’t enjoyable at all at the moment.

You needed him to stop. But the safe word for the two of you, that was tap twice on my thigh to stop, was in this situation not effective.

“Tom, s-stop, RED.” You shouted in tears, turning your head from him.

“Fucking hell.” He began untying you.

The crying and aching in-between your thighs was horrible. The whole scene was a disaster. He went to far at this point. His eyes watering seeing you hurt, and the hurting coming from him, made his heart split into pieces.

“Baby, I-I’m, fuck come here I’m so fucking sorry.” He was now so gentle, afraid that he would break you.

Still crying in his arms, he placed you on the pillows, dressing you up.

“I can’t-I, words can’t describe how much of an idiot I am. I’m truly sorry.”

“I was so selfish taking the anger out on you, without asking if anything was okay with you. Hell baby you know how much I love you. Let me take care of you.” He pleaded, eyes full of regret.

“It’s okay Tom. Just a little bit too much for me.” You sniffled.

“I know love I’m a fucking prick, let me run us a nice bath, and afterwards I will make you your favourite tea and we can cuddle all night on the couch. Yeah?” He insisted to make things better.

“That sounds lovely.”

The next morning, the remaining pain woke you up.

You tried the best not to wake Tom up, but it looked like he was wide awake for a while now.

The guilt was eating him up. The purple bruises that were now showing on your wrists and bum, made him realise how much of an egocentric he was the previous night.

“My love…” Taking your hands into his, kissing them gently.

“I’m once again so sorry, this isn’t me, that’s all I wanted you to know. Im genuinely sorry.” He repeated himself many times.

“It’s fine, really Tommy. We sorted it all yesterday.” You grabbed his face, searching for his eyes to look at you.

“I love you, and I will show you how much. This day is just about you my love.” He kissed you passionately, embracing you in a big soft cuddle.

[storyofmychoices]

Playtime

[Justin Mercado x Mari Bishop Masterlist]

Characters: Justin Mercado, Mari Bishop (MC) Book: Save the Date Word Count: +/- 1,600 Prompt: play ~ @choicesoctoberchallenge2020​ ; @choicesficwriterscreations​ Daddy (Kinktober) Warnings: Daddy kink, thigh riding, reverse cowgirl, spanking, super ns*w, language Rating: This is an EXPLICIT fic, by clicking keep reading you agree to be at least 18 years old. Please do not read if underage or if any of the topics in the warning make you uncomfortable.

Notes: Mari’s thoughts are in italics; also, smut is not in my comfort zone, so sorry if this is not good. 

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Plot? What plot? (You’ve been warned)

Heat pooled between her legs as her body quivered. She squeezed her thighs together, searching for friction, something to bring her some release. Her own longing moan pulled her from her sleep. 

Fuck.

Mari groaned in bed, waking from her pleasurable dream. Her core throbbed in desperate need of attention. Her hand drifted between her legs, attempting to offer some relief to her swollen mound. The touch only ignited the fire burning inside of her, begging to be fully set aflame. There was no way she’d be able to get back to sleep without finding release first. Her body pulsed with a growing warmth. 

He’d never know…

Her fingers flirted with the waist of her pajama bottoms. Little by little, she inched them deeper toward the source of her longing. His steady breathing beside her caused her to stop short, the tip of her finger just grazing her arousal.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

She knew the consequences of touching herself without his permission. Even if they had fallen asleep, their playtime didn’t technically end until the next day or when they mutually agreed to resume their normal relationship. 

Justin rolled on his back, giving her the access she needed. 

“Daddy,” she whispered softly, remembering her place. Justin didn’t move, his steady breathing continued. She moved closer, brushing the back of her hand along his arm. “Daddy, I’m wet.”

Justin barely stirred. 

Mari desperately attempted to rub her thighs together once more, but to no avail. Her voice was weak as she let out a particularly pathetic “please” losing patience with attempting to self-soothe. 

Maybe it was her imagination but even in the darkness, she swore she saw a smirk pull quickly on his lips. 

Fuck it.

Mari kicked off her bottoms and moved the covers over her. She paused just for a second before lowering herself over his thigh. She rocked slowly. The new friction stoked her heat, sending a fresh wave of warmth coursing through her. Goosebumps erupted on her arms from the cool night air. Her eyes closed, attempting to let her mind drift back to her dream and where she had left off. 

She continued shifting her hips back and forth, dragging her sex across his muscled thighs. A low moan escaped her lips, finally getting some desperately needed satisfaction. Her arousal pooled beneath her, leaving a slick trail on his skin that began coating her inner thighs as well. 

“You feel so good, Daddy,” she cooed, pressing her hands on his hips for leverage as she bucked harder against him. 

Her eyes opened, as her dream filled her vision. Except, the darkened bedroom was not what she had anticipated to see, nor was Justin’s watchful eyes. Her cheeks reddened under his steady gaze having nearly forgotten he was asleep when she started.

Justin’s lips curled in amusement. “Did I give you permission to stop, baby girl?”

She shook her head timidly; sometimes all it took to quell her confidence was that look. The one where his darkened eyes bore through her, reminding her who she truly belonged to. 

“Don’t be shy now, baby. Get on with it. Show daddy how good he makes you feel.” Justin’s arms folded behind his head as he propped himself up to enjoy the show. “Come for me, Mari.”

Why do I love it so much when he talks down to me? Ahhh. I really don't care when it feels this good. 

Mari shifted up his thigh, rolling her hips with more urgency. This is what she had needed, why was she prolonging it? She rubbed her throbbing sex over him a few more times; each time a series of whimpers and moans slipped out of her lip.

“I love the little noises you make, baby. Now, be a good little girl and scream for Daddy.”

Her back arched, her thighs clenching around his as she chased the high she had been craving. She cried out and her core shuddered and pulsed letting go of the tension it had been building up. 

“Thank you,” she whimpered, curling onto his chest to catch her breath. 

Justin drew her in. He brushed away the strands of hair that had fallen over her face. “I’ve got you, sweet girl.” 

Her eyes drifted closed, relaxing in the warmth of his embrace. 

“Did you enjoy yourself, sweetheart?”

She nodded and smiled, burying her face into the crook of his neck. 

“Good, I’m glad.” His fingers tangled deep in her red hair, wrapping tightly around her luscious waves. He lifted her head back up to face him. “But you’re not done.”

Mari looked at him curiously; the whites of her eyes seemed larger from her innocent stare.

Justin shifted her off of him, still keeping a grasp on her hair. He directed her head toward his hips, gesturing to his erection straining at his boxers. “Look what you did.”

Her body grew flush; a rush of embarrassment and arousal fought for dominance in her, pulling her entire focus. All she could manage is a mumbled “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be sorry, sweet girl. You’re going to do something about it, while I deal with your bratty behavior of thinking you can ride me while I sleep.”

Yes, please. OMG!

“Okay.” The word was quiet, slipping out of her mouth when she exhaled. 

Justin relieved himself of his boxers. His large erection sprang free. 

She licked her lips, watching him, her eyes widening, longing for what she had been dreaming about the whole time.

God, I love how big you are. Fuck.

“Get back on top, but face away from me. Daddy wants to see that pretty little ass of yours.” 

Mari wasted no time positioning herself over him. Her fingers wrapped around his length pumping him teasingly. 

His large hand landed on her ass with a sudden sting, signaling that she needed to get on with it, but she really couldn’t complain. Her own body was beginning to ache again at the thought of more. 

She lowered herself onto his throbbing length, sinking slowly down, allowing her walls to adjust to his size. 

Justin hissed in pleasure, each time Mari rocked back and forth taking him a bit deeper each time, her tight walls stretching at his presence. 

Mari leaned forward over his legs more, readjusting her position to allow herself to take him all the way and still control her own pleasure. 

“Good girl,” he groaned, watching his cock disappear into her dripping pussy. “You will not come until I say, baby girl. Do you understand?”

She nodded half-heartedly. Her own soft moans filled the air, her pace increasing.

His hand came down on her plump form again. “I asked you a question.” He spanked her three more times in rapid succession, growing more aroused by his Little’s quiet whimpers, knowing the brief pain would only strengthen her pleasure. “Do you understand?”

Before she could answer, the sting of his hand was on her again. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Better.” He caressed the reddening globes of her ass as her hips continued to undulate over him. “Do you want to touch yourself?”

“Yes, please.”

His finger pressed into the red mark of his handprint causing her back to arch toward him. “Since you used your manners so nicely, you may. One hand only.”

Her hand slipped between her legs immediately. Her fingers brushed up against his cock, causing a guttural groan to fall from his lips as she searched for the right angle to please herself. She swirled her fingers over her sensitive nerves, moaning at the sudden burst of electricity pulsing through her at the touch. Her walls pulsed around him as she moved more fervently.

Justin’s hips thrust upward into her, matching her pace, chasing his own release. 

“Daddy, I can’t hold out much longer, can I come, please?” She mewled, through uneven breaths.

A growl vibrated on his lips. “Soon. First, punishment. You will take five spanks for your behavior and then afterward you can come. Don’t you dare, come before I finish.”

Justin! Fucking seriously? Now?! When I’m edging? Ugh!

She focused her breathing, readying herself for him. She counted each spank in her head, making sure to hold out until five. Each time the handprint on her skin grew a little redder, pooling more heat, but none of the strikes were as hard as she knew he was capable of. He was holding back, and for once, she was grateful, not sure how much more she could take being so close to the edge already.  

The second after the fifth smack landed, her head fell back, her spine arching as she let herself fall over the cliff she had been teetering on. 

Her walls clenched tightly around him, pulling him to his own high with her. He spilled his warm seed inside of her. 

Their labored breathing and the lingering sounds of pleasure escaping them filled the quiet room. 

Justin’s hands were on her hips, guiding her safely back into his arms. He stroked her hair, holding her close. “End play?”

“End play,” she agreed. Her body relaxing into the warmth of his chest. 

“I love you, Mari.” He brushed a string of feathery kisses over her shoulders. “I fucking love you so much.” 

“I love fucking you, so much,” she teased. 

Can’t punish me now! Guess you shouldn’t have ended play!

His rolling laughter shook her as his chest rumbled beneath her. “I stand by what I said.”

She buried herself deeper into him, finding her favorite spot and allowing the heaviness of her tiredness to wash back over her. “I love you too, Justin.” 

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[sourmendes]

Amortenia knows best; Gryffindor!Shawn, Slytherin!Reader

You hated Shawn, absolutely loathed him, he was a Gryffindor and you were a Slytherin his little sister also a Slytherin, he intended to make you jealous through dating Lauren the girl you had the strongest distaste for, but you hated him too much for it to work.

Why do you hate each other? Because he’s friends with Potter, Weasley and that Mudblood Granger, that and he was also a mudblood, both of you exceed in Potions and many of your classes so you shared almost every class, including Potions, which is your next class

You made your way down the dungeons, too engrossed in a conversation with Malfoy to notice Shawn who was staring at you with longing eyes, you made your way into the cold dungeon and took your place at the back

“Good afternoon students” Professor Slughorn exclaimed in his cheery voice, you all nodded, turning your attention to him “So today we’re learning about Amortenia, does anyone know what it is?” you raise your hand and chew on your bottom lip

“Yes Miss L/n?”

“Isn’t it some love potion that helps you find your soulmate just by the scent or something?” 

“Correct, now all of you will get a chance to smell the potion, however it’s very dangerous and I advise you to be careful” He warns

Each person takes their place up at the cauldron, smelling it and explaining the smell, finally it was your turn, you stood in front of the cauldron and inhaled deeply

“What do you smell Miss. L/n?” Slughorn asks

“I smell, burning wood, carrot cake and....” You pause, gasping slightly and taking a step back “Never mind it wasn’t of any importance” You straighten yourself out and walk briskly out the door

You made your way over to the lake and took your place down by the edge, the giant Squid waving it’s tentacles at you in a friendly manner which is strange since it normally never showed itself to you.

 It was around half an hour later when you felt someone’s presence behind you, you ignored it and continued to study the Advanced potions books that was nestled in your hands, it was clear to you after three solid minutes that this person would not go away, so you looked up, swallowing down some bile that was building up in your throat

“What do you want Arendse?” You grunt, turning your attention back to your book

“I want to know why my boyfriend keeps on looking at you!” She demands

“Oh so your boyfriend is now banned from looking at people because it’s a normal bodily function, well if it makes you feel better, I have the perfect incantation to make his eyesight disappear just give me a signal and I’ll be more than happy to recite it to you” You scoff 

“Now, if you’ll excuse me I have a book to study” You add moving you hand to tell her to go away

“I’m not leaving until I make sure you won’t ever look at him again” She sneers

“God your so clingy, I’m really glad I’m not Shawn” You smirk, standing up and walking away

But Lauren was having none of that and forcefully shoved you to the ground, knocking the wind out of you

“I heard you learned about Amortenia in potions today correct” You could hear the grin in her tone and she placed a foot on your back stopping your movements “So who’s the unlucky bastard?” She asks, moving herself closer to you

“Believe me, you don’t wanna know what I smelled” You huff, arching your back upwards, making Lauren lose her footing landing in the mud with a loud squelch

“Believe me, I do” She replies, you sigh, squatting down to her level

“Fine then, I smelled, burning wood, carrot cake and Gucci Guilty Pleasure, does that cologne sound familiar?”

“N-no” Lauren gasps shuffling back, a group of people surrounding you “Y-you can’t be”

“Out of all people it had to be you” She cries

“Well that’s a little offensive if I might say so, some would say it hurt my feelings” You dramatically place a hand on your forehead 

“You have no emotion you vile Slytherin” She spits, literally.

“Ok, now you took that too far” You exclaim, picking her up by the collar

“You may be a Gryffindor, the house everyone wishes to be placed in, the house that think they’re the real heroes when to be honest with you, your the arrogant house that thinks so highly of themselves that they assume the sun shines out of their ass, if you ever and I mean ever fuck with me or my house ever again, I’ll make sure to do something much worse than what I’m about to do”

“W-what are y-you-” But before Lauren could finish her sentence your hand came into contact with her cheek, leaving a red handprint

You drop Lauren back onto the muddy puddle, watching as she coiled herself into a ball clutching onto her cheek for dear life and sobbing weakly

“Fuck off the rest of you” Your hands making wild gestures for them to piss off.

The crowd disperses leaving your soulmate to stand there, his mouth hanging open

“W-what did you-”

“Amortenia does that to you” You reply walking past him

~17 years later~

After the wizarding war, you came to realise how much you truly cared for Shawn and his little antics.

You walked through Kingscross with the twins sandwiched between you and Shawn holding your two year old daughter, the twins pushing their trollies whilst you laid a protective hand over your very pregnant stomach.

Shawn handed you Skylar, your youngest, and guided the twins to platform 9 3/4, slowly you made your way past the barrier and quickly spotted your very tall husband.

You waddled over to him and placed an hand on his shoulder, he turned around and let out a breath of relief, watching as he scanned the platform for his friends whilst you looked for the third godfather of your children

“Draco!” You cheer, holding your stomach and waddling to him, he whisks around and captures you in a hug

“My your 9 months already with your...”

“fourth child, and you should know this Draco!” You playfully slap his shoulder “Shawn honey, come say hi to Draco” You call, catching the attention of your husband who runs over to you

“Good to see you again Draco” Shawn says extending his hand which Draco shakes

“Good to see you too Mendes” Draco grins “How’s the famous pop sensation career going for you”

“Really good man, I can’t believe I’m going on tour in a few months” 

You slipped away from the conversation and quickly found the twins who were currently engrossed in chasing Harry and Ginny’s eldest son 

“Now now boys” You warn, still holding onto Skylar

“Y/n how marvellous you look” Ginny gasps “Pregnancy suits you”

“Well take a good look for this will hopefully be the last time, Shawn really needs to control himself” You giggle, rubbing your stomach

The clock hanging on the wall strikes 8:59 and you watch as the twins and your godchild climb onto the steam-train, Shawn manages to find you after explaining to Draco muggle music, to be honest Draco didn’t need to be there, but with you insisting he come he did, Shawn places a protective arm around your waist and rubs your stomach comfortingly.

It was at that moment, watching as the train started moving away, that you made the best decision.

You still found it crazy how a Slytherin and Gryffindor managed to become husband and wife, especially after the war which left people to distrust your house.

Husband and Wife, Mother and Father, Soulmates

@fourtristattoos

[ill-skillsgard]

Patterns in the Ivy, Part 7 - Bill Skarsgård

Title: Patterns in the Ivy

Description: A continuation of Smoke & Money. Ghosts from the not-so-distant past come back to threaten her. She must choose between a lavish life of servitude or have everything she ever loved stripped away.

Warning: 18+ smut/swearing/mentions of drugs/kink & fetish themes

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

The master bedroom was just that —a master of a bedroom. It was a room that had been so meticulously designed you would be afraid to touch anything in it. The King sized bed was off in the corner surrounded by a cacophony of taupe drapes rucked around from the ceiling, closing it off from one side. A block for the sitting area was carved into the architecture just in front of the stage of a bed, laid with ivory carpeting that perfectly matched the thick glass tea table and Sheraton tub chairs that turned out towards a frosted glass window. On the other side of the room there was a writing desk made of glazed petrified wood with four iron posts as its base but there was no stationary or anything of importance on the surface beside a silver tray that was home to a collection of sparkling beveled decanters all half full of what I thought to be bourbon, cognac or brandy. There was a wooden cigar box too as a steel cigar cutter gave away to. When I inhaled, I was plagued with memories of the first time I ever met him. We were only five years younger then but when I looked at him standing in the middle of the room, the first three buttons of his shirt open and an ominous look darkening his already striking facial construct I could see that he had definitely matured into a man, outside and in. I saw nothing but his assertive masculinity, no hint of a teenager left in him at all. He was mad at me and I stood there with my hands clasped in front of me like I was hiding my body from him, though I had on a dress, opaque black pantyhose and a pair of patent ebony heels that I had owned for years and was surprised weren't terribly nicked up. Being fully dressed aside, I still felt naked in front of him when those eyes glowered at me like fanned green embers. "I don't even know where to begin..." He said, tone low and riddled with disappointment. I know that all of my questions and the way I reacted when we arrived had gone completely unappreciated. His patience had been short the entire duration of the evening. I was glad that the trip had taken so much out of Ivany that she had passed out cold right after we had dinner together in the dining hall. Ivany had babbled herself into an early sleep and after I put her to sleep in her new room I knew that I was in for it once I met Bill in his extravagant master bedroom. "You have been such a bad girl... I don't know how to deal with your insolence." I swallowed hard and avoided locking eyes with him though I knew his blazing green ones wouldn't be straying from me anytime soon. The worst part was, I knew he was genuinely unhappy with my behavior and I couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt as he stood before me, smoldering and trying to work out just how he wanted to exact my punishment.  "What do you have to say for yourself?" He asked. "I'm sorry." "You don't mean it." He said, finally taking his eyes from me. "I am sorry, Daddy. Please... Don't be angry." He crossed his arms but graced me with his gaze again. "What are you going to do to make it better?" "Anything." "Anything?" "Yes, Daddy, anything." He chuckled deeply and it sent a chill through me. "You don't mean that either." "I promise." "We'll see." I watched him turn around and walk towards the bed so he could sit on the edge with his legs spread wide apart, elbows coming down to rest on his knees. He looked up at me again and sighed deeply. I wanted so badly for him to be in a better mood. It made me miss his smile and yearn for the worship be had given me back at home. I really meant what I said when I told him I'd do anything to make it up to him. All I wanted was for him to smile again and whisper all of his nasty soliloquies in my ear as he fucked me hard but I knew it wouldn't be that easy. With two fingers he beckoned me forth and like the obedient house pet that he wanted, I approached him and didn't stop until I came up a foot from being between his long legs. "Closer." He said. I took another step and he grabbed me by the hips, turning me so I was facing away from him. "Bend over for me." Folding at the hips, I lowered myself and waited for what was to come next. His hands ran up the backs of my thighs and up, smoothing over the partially see-through material of my tights. "Fuck, I want to beat your sweet ass but... I just can't bring myself to hurt my little girl." "I deserve to be spanked, Daddy." His hands snuck further up my dress but instead of pulling down my nylon tights he lifted the hem up, stretching the material so he could see more of my skin. With a low growl, he squeezed one of my cheeks and then the other. The sound of his hand rubbing over the stretched material was as stimulating as the feeling of it. My knees were locked into place as I bent in front of him, awaiting what he would do or say next but he took his time squeezing me, taking handfuls of my ass and then kissing the material shielding my skin. "Fuck... Such a bad bad girl, aren't you?" "Yes, Daddy." My response earned me another purr and a kiss. I held onto my ankles for balance and that's when he decided to raise his hand and clap it back down over my stretched out nylons, hissing through his teeth after the hit landed with a satisfying thwap. "Hold still baby," he warned me. He spanked me, grabbed me, let little murmurs of satisfaction escape him and my skin prickled. The slaps didn't hurt too much at first but after a few whacks on each cheek, I began to feel the stinging burn filter through the pleasure. I winced after a particularly hard one and he wrapped his left arm around my waist. "You know I gotta make it hurt." "I know, Daddy." "Such a nasty girl... I think you like it when Daddy hits you. I think it makes your pussy wet." I didn't reply but I did whimper and try to rise up to keep the blood from rushing to my head. "Everything you do makes my pussy wet, Daddy." "Oh, does it?" He said in a hoarse voice that indicated his rising arousal. "Yes, sir." "You know how to talk real pretty but I'm going to need proof," Bill said to me as he tossed my skirt up higher and bent me down further so my breasts were pressed against the tops of my thighs. His hands all over me filled me up with desire and pain. He muttered about how filthy I was for liking his punishment and continued to bestow it upon me, winding up high and giving me one particularly hard spank that made me lurch forward and nearly lose my balance. I offered my help by holding the skirt of my dress up for him and arching my spine as far out as I could. "Are you getting all nice and wet for me, hm?" He asked me, tone full of air, superiority and pure sexual prowess. "Yes, Daddy. I can't help it." "If I check and you're not dripping, Daddy's going to be very disappointed." He warned. I didn't lie about how I was feeling already and he hadn't even begun to touch me anywhere but my ass and it was all leftover angry handprints and buzzing skin. The anticipation of the night was exciting enough and I craved more of his touch, his approval, and his forgiveness. I felt him gather up as much of the thin material of my tights as he could in a fist and used his other hand to pinch a good amount so that it was easy for him to rip them open, revealing my mostly bare ass with a satisfying shred. "Oh fuck... Look at these," he practically sang. "Look at these dirty little fucking panties you've got on." I bent further for him, hoping he was enjoying the view from his seated position on the bed. "Do you think about Daddy when you put these on?" "Yes, Daddy. I think about pleasing you always." He ran his thumbs over my inflamed skin, kneading me and spreading me apart so he could admire the tiny amount of soaking fabric covering my most intimate parts. "You weren't thinking about making me happy earlier today, were you? No. You were just thinking about yourself. I bet you're still only thinking about yourself... You're probably thinking about how badly you want my cock, isn't that right?" "I'm thinking about making you happy." "Don't lie to me, little girl." Bill pulled me closer so that I fell onto the bed beside him. He ripped my dress up again and moaned as he ran a smooth palm over my ass. With a seductive whisper, he asked, "what are you thinking about? Tell me the truth." "I'm thinking about... Your mouth. I can't help it, Daddy. I want you so badly." "Wet for me?" "Yes, Daddy." "How wet, baby?" I couldn't answer his question before he was hooking a finger underneath the string of my thong, pulling it aside to see if I was lying. "Oh, fuck... Yes. That's so nice. Fuck." It was my turn to purr when I felt the air hit my hot skin. It was a challenge not to squirm especially when he was so close to me, extorting my submission to him by the way he fondled me and spoke with such easy carnality. The businessman-turned-sexual predator worked for him well and when I twisted my neck to look at his face I saw lust drawn all over his lips, the way they hung open and audible breath escaping him. What I truly longed for was to lunge at him to capture his face so I could kiss him the way lovers did but I knew that when he was playing this version of himself he did not want to be reminded about anything but the endeavor at hand. I thought to myself that it would be worth it to entertain this fantasy for him and that I might as well have a fun time doing it but having fun was never a problem when he looked at me like that. I would imagine most any woman would melt at the sight of him and that in turn made me grateful that I was the one to make him groan with unabashed pleasure. Getting spanked by him as I knelt on a satin bed cover beneath a marquee of drapes above us with my tights ripped open was a perfectly ironic display but I didn't want to think about that. I didn't want to remember all the time I wasted fighting him because that would mean acknowledging my defeat and as I looked up for a moment at the painted ceilings with all of its thick crown molding and carved cherubs spilling baskets of flowers and fruits down from on high, I didn't feel like I had lost. Quite the opposite. "Up. Stand up." He said as he pulled away from me. I slid off the bed, curiosity brimming for his next request. I watched on as he rubbed his hands over his face and shook his head as though he were trying to keep himself awake. "Yes, Daddy?" "Pour me a drink." He pointed toward the writing desk. With next to no hesitation I walked over to the giant nebulous slab of wood and looked at all of the different coloured amber liquids at home in their crystal bottles. I chose what I knew to be a bourbon, I had many years of bar-tending to thank for not making me look foolish at that moment. After I had poured a healthy amount into a tumbler I turned around and saw him staring at me with severity, the summits of his cheekbones presumptuous, his jaw flexing in a way that reminded me of the coked-out patrons I would serve at the last job he had forced me to quit. Now I served him and only him and that verity was awakening something inside of him that I saw coming towards me like a storm in the distance though he remained sitting on the bed with his legs angled out wide. "Put that down. Get up on the table and face me." Gently I set down the glass tumbler far enough away so that I wouldn't accidentally knock it off. The slice of polished wood mounted atop the solid iron posts hardly moved as I shimmied myself on top of it and he watched me like I was a car wreck, eyes stuck to every detail of what was before him. "Show me," His voice was rougher than gravel. "Show Daddy that pussy." There was a new kind of power I felt as I lifted my legs up onto the desk and spread my knees so he could see what he had already gotten started. I watched myself too and suddenly I felt this heady rush like I was no longer in control of myself. I wasn't J anymore. The self I had gotten used to was walking out of the door and what was left was watching her back, wordlessly and unflinching. This other person was newborn and untouched by the premise of independence, vulnerable only to the dangerous set of eyes from across the room. I pulled apart the crotch of my nylons and showed him what he wanted to see. He began to nod as I leaned back on the base of my spine, eagerly awaiting his instructions. "Show me." Pulling aside the fabric of my panties, an excitement in him seemed to flare by the way he raised his shoulders and shuddered, savoring the visual feast that was me perched on an expensive table with my legs spread and my tights ripped open, lacy material off to one side. If I didn't know any better I would have said a fire lit behind those green marble eyes and once I went the extra mile and used two fingers to spread myself apart for him I knew his blood went rushing South. "Take your dress off." His words rushed out of him like he was deflating. I hauled the dress over my head and tossed it on the carpet. In only a bra, ripped nylons and panties, I felt the drafts of air begin to tickle my skin. My hand went back down between my legs and he nodded studiously and pleased that I was so willing to show him what he wanted. "Play with your pussy, bad girl. Show me what you do when you think of Daddy fucking you." Putting on a special show for the man that held my life in the palm of his hand, I sighed longingly and drew circles around my clit gently, hardly pressing down but applying just enough pressure to start giving myself a touch of the pleasure I craved. He rubbed his face, covering his mouth and readjusted his position as he watched me. When I slipped myself a finger I moaned but more importantly, he moaned and let his eyes flutter slightly. "Fuck that looks good." My own wetness was enough to impress even myself and it wasn't long before Bill stood up and strode up to me so quickly it was almost frightening. His long legs carried him right up to where I was, leaning back on the table with my knees bent and parted. "Keep going. Keep teasing yourself. I want that pussy dripping." Fingers curling around the glass of bourbon, he brought the drink to his top lip, smelling it before taking a tiny sip. His tongue glided over his bottom lip after he swallowed and then he took a long sip. He swirled the liquid in the bottom of the tumbler and let his free hand slide down my knee, pulling my leg closer to him so he could watch me play with myself and drink his whiskey at the same time. Tossing back the rest of it in one swift shot, he set the glass down and knelt in front of me, hands grabbing the backs of my thighs, his beautiful face coming up close to me. "Spread that pussy for me." He demanded. I did as I was told and hardly felt an itch about how boldly I was able to expose myself to him. If it had have been anyone else I would have something to say in protest over pushing my lips open. With myself agape for him, he chewed his lip and purred. "You want Daddy's tongue?" "Yes. Please... Yes, Daddy." "Tell me. Tell me how much you want it." "I want your tongue Daddy. I want it so bad. I'm so wet for you." His mouth was close enough that I could feel the hot air hitting me from his nostrils and throat but there was no contact yet and that was maddening. When he finally graced me with one sweet soft lick I gasped with delight. "Oh, Daddy." "You like that, little girl? You like Daddy's tongue on that hot, wet little cunt?" "Mhm. Yes, I do." His eyes focused on my slick opening that he felt the need to spit on. I felt his saliva drip down my folds as I continued spreading for him. He replaced my hand with his own as he hooked his arms around my thighs and rocked me further onto my back. The vision of him spreading me out so that I could clearly see him descend on me was so much I could hardly find a breath to take. He exposed me so obscenely, dripping spittle all over my unsheathed clit so that he could lick it up again. "You know Daddy would do anything for this sweet pussy, don't you?" "Yes." "I love my little girl's delicious fucking cunt." Currents of lucid sensuality shot through every nerve in my body and I couldn't believe how easily he could send me to the edge. Every disgusting little word that fell from that gorgeous mouth of his was vexatious like the world's most profane poetry spoken only to me. I whined as he slipped his tongue into my opening to bathe in the warmth and fluid and the feeling was unparalleled. Nobody had ever made me feel as turned on as he did. Luxury and money meant fuck all when his mouth was over me, devouring, slurping, spitting and sucking. It was then I realized it was not the opportunities nor the freedom of financial struggle that lured me. Not the promises he made to give our daughter the very best. Not the security or the opulence or fast cars. It was purely and simply him. As long as I had him to make me feel this way I knew I could attain happiness. Panting and mewling, he worked his oral magic on me and ravished me right up until my thighs started shaking. I had propped myself up on my arms so I could watch him eat me but I knew I wouldn't be able to last long. Bill knew this and pulled away, cheeks and chin wet with my juices. "Oh no, no, no. We can't have you coming. No." He lifted one leg from his kneeling position and boosted himself up so he was towering over me once again. He grabbed my face in one hand and gave me a sloppy slack-jawed kiss that was more tongue than anything. The warm muscle entered my mouth just like he had done to my pussy and he used his fingers like a vice to jar my mouth open. He spat into my mouth and growled. "Spit on your pussy," he commanded through clenched teeth. He took a small step back and began to undo his belt, watching as I let the collection of saliva fall from my puckered lips onto my slit. When the hem of his pants came down loosely around his hips he pulled his navy blue button-up shirt off. The stark contrast of his pale skin against the backdrop of the extravagant walls was unequivocal. He was the most beautiful thing in the entire room and he could tell I thought this by the way his lips quirked into a smirk as I drank in his form. He took one more step back and pulled his hard cock out of the confines of his designer trousers. He seethed, stroking himself in front of me for a moment before locking our eyes again. "Oh, Daddy." I gushed, feeling myself get ever the hotter for him. "Yes baby girl, I know you want my cock but I want you to beg for it." "Please... Please, Daddy. I need you inside of me. I need your nice, big cock inside my pussy. Please." My begging didn't sound forced at all. I truly wanted him more than anything else. I whimpered as I watched him running his palm up and down that perfectly thick shaft, envisioning it pushing into me, slowly passed my pussy lips and deep inside until there was nowhere to go but back out and in again. "Beg!" He rasped. "Please, please Daddy. Please fuck me." "Yeah... That's right, baby." He inched closer to me but wasn't willing to give me what I needed quite yet. "Nobody's cock makes you this wet. Your pussy is mine, isn't it?" "Yes. Yes, Daddy. All yours." It was a slow process watching him edge up to me, fingers tangled around the crotch of my panties, yanking it over so he could position the head of his cock right in front of my opening. He rocked his hips forward and only let himself barely touch me before pulling back, lips hanging open, loving my needy whimpers with a smile on his face. "Please, Daddy." He bristled with sickening pleasure as he teased me, giving me just enough of him and then pulling back out. The slow build-up was cruel and I could feel desperation painting my skin rosy but even he couldn't resist the urge to fully envelop himself in me for long. Once he had pushed his cock all the way inside and felt the entirety of the wet warmth, his head rolled back and he moaned. I felt so full once he was inside of me that I swear that was the state of being I should have always been in. His attention gave me life and sent sparks flying through me like we were completing an electrical circuit. "My fucking God. I can't believe how fucking wet you are. My little slut." It was true and we both knew it. The salacious dewiness that was my dripping wet pussy was aural enough for us both to appreciate. Every slippery movement of his cock inside of me could be heard and it was enough to make him slam into me, pressing himself closer so he could gather me up and repeat himself. My angle and him holding me tight was just as good as it was biting and I knew he was going to fuck me raw until I couldn't handle it anymore. That's what he liked to do. He liked to build it up and keep it going until I lolled over like a rag doll, slouching into him like I was about to pass out. Bill had this endless supply of energy and once he got going he was as hard to stop as a freight train. It was like nothing satisfied him at all. Bill had me in every position and then some. Once I couldn't take being leaned back on my tailbone any longer he pulled me off the table and turned me around so he could fuck me from behind and thread his hand through my hair, pulling my head back so he could growl in my ear. He gripped my throat, slamming into me hard and making it that much more vicious when he slapped my face and forced me to look back at him. "You like getting fucked like a whore, don't you? You're such a dirty fucking slut." He spat on me, spanked me, spread my thighs apart so wide it nearly tore muscles. He had me on my hands and knees on the floor and then lifted me up as easily as if I were a child and tossed me onto the bed. He forced me to open my mouth so he could fuck my face and made sure to push beyond my limits, gagging me off with his hardness. He commanded me to use up every last drop of saliva I had to spit on him or myself. Then he finally laid down and told me I had to climb on top of him and sit on his cock, facing away from him so he could watch me fuck myself on him. He drawled his nasty words of praise as he watched my ass bouncing up and down on him and that was when he did something I wasn't expecting. I felt the pad of his thumb trail up the cleft of my ass and brush over my hole. When I looked back at him his attention wasn't on me but on where he held his digit. "Don't be scared, baby. Daddy just wants to play with that ass a little, hm?" I knew that he knew I wasn't overly enthused about that type of intrusion but I found it harder to deny him what he wanted than to stop. After all, I wanted to make him happy. "Oh yes, I know that hole is tight," He murmured as I rose my hips and lowered them again, angling myself so his cock would hit that nice spot inside of me. When he pressed into me slightly my breath hitched and I jerked away but he caught my hips and rose from his laying position, chest pressed against my back. I settled down on him and our rocking ceased so he could whisper into my ear. "I just want to play a little, don't worry." "Daddy..." I whined in protest. "You want to spend your nights in Daddy's bed, don't you?" "Yes." "Well... Let me play a little bit. I promise it won't hurt." He spoke into my neck before replacing his words with a kiss. He brushed my hair aside and trailed little kisses down my neck to my shoulder, starting up a gentle rhythm again to distract me from what was to come next. I reveled in the feeling of his hardness swirling inside of me and tried not to overthink it. When he pulled out of me I wasn't sure what to do until he pulled my arm, turning me around so I could climb back onto him but face-to-face. He went straight for my nipples with his mouth as they were the most accessible thing when I reversed my position. His hands slowly skittered down my hips and over my ass. He got close but not too close, only helping me move up and down on him with his grip on my cheeks and his arms lifting my body weight so I could drop back down on him, satisfying our mutual want for deepness. When he looked at me, eyes hooded and lust burning, he fed one long index finger into my mouth. "Yes, get it nice and wet," He encouraged me as I sucked on the digit. I held my breath once he pulled his finger out of my mouth, coming away slick and ready to be used against me. The whimpers escaping me did nothing to deter him from pushing the tip of his finger into my other hole and he gasped in unison with me, only his was laced with thrill and mine, choked off by unfamiliarity. "Oooh," He cooed when my body tensed. "That's not so bad, huh?" I didn't quite answer but I didn't remain silent. He used his grip on me to move my hips and I squirmed, unsure if I liked the sensation or if it was too foreign for me. "Fuck," He said, eyes rolling back in that telltale way that let me know he was finding genuine enjoyment in it. "That tight little asshole... Fuck. So good. Come on, baby. Fuck me good." He bucked his hips up, urging me to get going harder. I put aside any doubts I had in my mind and obeyed him just like I knew he wanted me to. "Yes, fuck me. Yes, yes, yes." He hissed. Our rhythm picked up and he couldn't get enough of it. He rose his hips up to slam into mine each time I descended on him and gradually worked his finger in a little bit deeper even though I was fussing. He used his other hand to spank me hard and I couldn't help but cry out. The punishment was short-lived though as he took his finger from me and leaned back on his elbows so he could watch me ride him. "Hit me." He breathed but I wasn't sure if I heard him right. I continued to bounce on his groin, hands supporting myself on his chest. "Hit me, baby. Slap me." I looked down at his face all contorted with pleasure and I knew he wasn't joking. "Fucking hit me!" I slapped him across the face and it was enough to make him twitch inside of me and groan happily. His hair that had been so neatly combed back from his face all day was falling over his forehead and sweat started to break on his brow. "Again." He demanded. Each time I wound back to slap him I felt his legs stiffen. As much as I didn't want to harm him, I knew he was a man that knew what he wanted and if he wanted to get slapped across the face I would do my best to make it convincing. He bucked up into me harder and harder and soon he was sweating, panting and holding onto my waist like I was going to float away. "I'm going to fucking come." His voice muffled from between my breasts. "Yes, Daddy." I whispered. He grabbed my wrist and took my finger into his mouth, sucking on it hard as his bucking grew inconsistent. I stared down at him in awe, cheeks hollowed as he used me to fulfill every little desire he had. I had never seen him so frantic to come. It was as lamentable as it was enamoring and I couldn't believe the desperation in his eyes as he geared up to release. He smashed into me a couple more times before his moans all strung together and turned into an animalistic growl. I was unable to move off of him as he came deep inside of me, using his arms to squeeze around my torso to keep me from moving anywhere. "Yes. Yes. Take all of Daddy's cum. Oh, fuck." A few minutes were spent in the quiet aftermath of his orgasm and I only moved to get off of him after he his breathing had slowed and he laid back down, eyes trained to the canopy. When I laid down next to him I half expected him to come at me as he usually did but when the minutes trickled away and the rolling of his chest calmed I started to get a strange feeling. "Good girl. That was amazing. You did so well." I reached out to touch his chest but he caught my hand and rolled over onto his side to face me. He planted his full lips on the back of my palm, eyes wide as plates. "I'm afraid your punishment isn't over quite yet, baby girl." "Oh?" "No," he gave a gentle shake of his head. "Unfortunately, because of your bad behavior, Daddy isn't going to let you come tonight." I recoiled only slightly, not wanting to let him know that I was hurt he would withhold himself from me. "But... You can sleep beside me tonight with my cum inside of you so that you'll be reminded of what happens when you misbehave." Rendered speechless, I only stared at him to make absolutely sure he was serious. He goggled at me back and that was when I figured out that it was a test. "Yes, Daddy. I understand." He smiled at me, pleased as could be. Pushing my hair back from my face he leaned in to kiss me long and lovingly on the lips. "That's my good girl. So good for me. What did I do to deserve such a sweet, obedient little kitten?" I laid my head down on the pillow beside me and sighed at the sensation of his seed still up inside of me. I supposed he didn't care much about his expensive sheets. They were probably changed everyday regardless if they had been used or not. Bill got up to turn off the light and came back into bed, cuddling up close to me so he could press one more kiss to my lips. "I love you, baby... I do." Nothing that night affected me more than those words and I was thankful that I could not be seen in the darkness of the master bedroom. No doubt my face was screwed up as I let the sound of Bill's words replay over and over like I couldn't believe them. "I love you, too."

~*~

The sun was shining bright and we were up having breakfast with Ivany who had slept well but was very eager to start exploring her surroundings. Bill had awoken in a more than pleasant mood and made sure to speckle my face with kisses, particularly when we were all in the same room together. I sat in a high-backed chair and simply listened to their exchanges over our food with a smile on my face. "What are we going to do today, Mommy? Do I have to go to school?" Ivany looked at me and then at Bill as she swung her legs beneath the chair that was far too big for her. "Well," Bill began. "As much as I would adore spending the day with my girls, I have a lot of work to do. So I think you and Mommy should go take a shopping trip to pick out some new clothes." Bill looked at me with a shrug as though what he said was a suggestion. Ivany seemed pleased with it and when he was certain we were both content enough, he smiled. He rose from his seat at the head of the table and walked around so he could kneel in front of Ivany. "How does that sound? Hm? Some new clothes? You and Mommy can have some girl time while Daddy does boring stuff." "Okay but then we have to talk about my horse." She said in a way that was charmingly assertive but cute enough to get a laugh out of him. "A horse! Of course." Ivany laughed too and Bill stared up at her and I could see the sparkle in his eyes light up like fireworks. He stared at her like she was the sun to his flower, following her everywhere even though she was right there. "I'll see you later tonight before bed, okay?" "Okay, Daddy." He stood up, kissed her forehead and looked down at her for a little while longer. "I love you, sweetheart." "I love you too, Daddy." It never occurred to me how strong those words were until that moment. I had heard them leave her mouth a thousand times since she had learned them but he hadn't. I remembered the night before when we laid there in the darkness and he told me he loved me and how much my heart twisted up. When I saw him I could tell he was feeling the same thing. Ivany and I both watched him circle the long table to come over to me. He kissed me on the cheek before he said, "can I have a moment with you?" "Ivany, are you all finished eating?" I asked her. "Yep!" "Can you go get ready, brush your teeth and put your shoes on?" "Yes, Mommy but I can't brush my teeth because the sink is too big." "We'll have to get your room remodeled as soon as possible," Bill remarked. "I'll come to help you in a minute. Go on and don't get lost." Ivany hopped down from her seat and took off in the direction of her room. I stood up as Bill pulled his wallet out from his back pocket. When he produced a shiny black card with silver flecks in it I looked down at it and then back up at him, musing to myself how familiar it seemed to me. "Get her everything she needs. Everything." He said, handing the card over to me. "Where are you going?" I asked him. "I have work." "Really?" "Yes. I've put it off for a long time." "Is there a point in me asking for details?" Bill gave me a look as though he felt sorry for me. "All you have to know is that I have a lot of meetings with a lot of people and my absence can't be prolonged any further." "Alright," I said quietly. "Go shopping, buy yourself anything you want. Take one of the cars from the garage. My driver will be with me so... You can take whatever car you like." "Oh, however will I be able to go on knowing I have to drive myself around?" Bill tried to hold back a smile but he knew how comical it was for me. His lavish lifestyle had yet to rub off at all. "Take your time and don't wander off too far. I'll be home tonight and then..." He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my lips so softly I could melt. "It's all about you tonight. How's that sound?" "That sounds great to me but you have a four-year-old who is going to start asking a lot of questions very soon." "We'll cross that road when we get there. Now... You going to be a good girl?" I bit my lip. "Yes, Daddy." The look of desire he projected on me was strong and I loved the way he gathered me up like I was nothing but I knew he had pressing matters that made him eager to get going. I went with him to the front hall and there was a man standing at the door staunchly. "Mr. Skarsgård," He acknowledged. Bill nodded and unfolded a pair of sunglasses that had been left on one of the four accent tables in the foyer alone. He put them on and I watched as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out from his jacket pocket to take one out and place it between his lips. Next to come was his chrome-plated lighter which he flicked the top off with a metallic clink and fed the end of his cigarette to the flame. The unnamed man stepped aside and opened the front door to allow Bill through. He looked at me from over his dark sunglasses one last time. "See you later, baby," Bill said before taking his leave. "Ma'am." The driver said to me. Once the door was shut and all that remained was silence I took a look around and couldn't fucking believe what was starting to happen.

[tattooednursewrites]

About Time

Masterlist

Summary:    You wake up in Dean's bed... naked. The last thing you remember is dying.

Dean Winchester/Reader

Word Count:   2533  

Warnings:   Language, mentions of death

A/N:   This was written for @diinofayce‘s 500 Follower Challenge. Thank you for letting participate, and many congratulations! 

Prompt: "Oh, please, point your gun at me if it helps you relax.”

This was a lot of fun to write. I'm happy I was able to finish it and get it posted before I start me work week tonight.

           Waking up was strange. It felt as though you were out of practice with it. Not to mention you couldn’t remember falling asleep. You rolled over, disoriented but not afraid. Yet. You were in a bed, the sheets soft against your bare skin… wait. No clothes? Hmm… okay. You cracked your eyes, looking around the dim room. You knew this room. You sat up quickly, bracing as the movement made your head spin. Fuck. You tried to remember how you got into Dean’s room… naked. Your last memories were of… shit. You died. How were you here? Last you remembered, you were in… what you assumed was heaven from the lack of suffering. Shifting toward the edge of the bed you wondered how long you had been gone and, of course, the more pressing question – how were you back? Why?

             Stumbling, you stood, your legs shaking. Looking yourself over, you paused. Your body looked different. No scars or tattoos. You looked for a handprint, remembering the one Dean had on his return from hell. There were none that you could see. Hmm. You looked over to Dean’s desk and saw what you were hoping for. Taking the thin marker, you drew a quick anti-possession mark on your arm. If nothing else, you needed to have some temporary protection. Just in case.

             That finished you set about looking for some clothes. There was a henley shirt draped over the back of the chair and you shrugged it on, relieved when it hit you mid-thigh. You smiled as the scent surrounded you. Dean. You felt yourself relax a bit, comforted that his smell still had that effect on you. Sighing, you started looking for bottoms. You knew your hips would make it impossible for you to wear his normal pants, but maybe he had something baggy with a drawstring? Searching his dresser, you grinned as you pulled a pair of cotton pajama pants that were thin with wear, from a drawer. Stepping into them, you gave a few small jumps and jiggles to get them over your hips, pleased when you managed to get them on. They were snug around your hips, of course, but comfortable otherwise. At least the length of the shirt would hide how they clung to your hips and ass.

              Dressed, but barefoot, you made your way out of Dean’s room. First, you headed to what had been your room, disappointed but unsurprised to find it empty, all of your things gone. The quiet of the room seemed to make the growling of your stomach even more exaggerated. Your lips quirked, and you decided your next stop should be the kitchen. You made your way there, listening for any indication that you weren’t alone. Hearing nothing, you returned your focus to the search for food.

              After raiding the kitchen, you settled at the table with a mixing bowl of cereal, a huge sandwich, some leftover pizza, and the biggest glass you could find filled with water. You ate quickly, not favoring one thing over another, until you were full and only scraps of your feast were left. You sat back, stretching as you groaned. So full. You stood and cleared the table, bringing everything to the kitchen before refilling your water. You leaned against the counter, listening. The bunker was still quiet. When you hadn’t seen or heard anyone, you had figured that the boys were out, but all of a sudden you were feeling very alone.

              “Hey Cas,” you spoke softly, hesitant to disturb the quiet. “I’m a bit confused as to what’s going on, and I could really use some company. Are you around?” You stood, waiting. After a few minutes without a response you return to the table. As your mind wandered, you remembered distracting the demon from Dean. Taunting it. You remembered the sharp pain of the knife… over and over. Dean’s screams and pleas. Sam exorcising the demon as Dean ran to you. Him asking why you had done something so stupid as he tried to hold pressure to the wounds that were bleeding the worst. Really, you hadn’t even had to think about it. You remembered the fear on his face as he held you, assuring you you’d be okay. You remembered the cold. And you remembered your confession. Telling Dean that you had fallen in love with him. Telling him to take care of himself. You had faded away before he had a chance to respond. At least you thought you had. You couldn’t remember a response.

             Realizing you were starting to feel stiff, and unsure of how long you had been lost in your thoughts, you stood. You stretched with a sigh, trying to decide if this body felt different than your old one. You assumed it had been burned when you died. Standard hunter’s funeral. Fucking creepy… it felt the same, but at the same time, not. The usual achiness wasn’t there. Your right knee didn’t twinge when you moved it. Not a complaint, certainly, but odd none the less. Looking around you decided to keep busy.

             Figuring the boys would be home sooner or later, you went around and gathered the supplies you’d need for the various tests. Salt, holy water, silver, borax… you looked at the collection, trying to think of anything else you might need when you heard the door. Shit. Here goes nothing.

           Dean was the first one to enter, starting down the stairs without noticing you. Sam was behind him, saying something about needing to find a book. Research. You smiled. Some things never changed. Dean froze at the bottom of the stairs, finally noticing you. Sam almost bumped into him, before following his gaze and seeing you and gawking.

            “Hello boys,” you said, the soft smile making the words sweeter than you intended.

             Dean didn’t hesitate, pulling his gun and aiming it at you as he slowly moved into the room. Sam followed suit, both of them stopping just a few steps from the stairs, leaving plenty of room between you.

            You looked between them, trying to keep the amused expression off your face. You met Dean’s gaze. “Oh, please, point your gun at me if it helps you relax,” you chuckled, tilting your head to study him. “I missed you,” you added, watching Dean blink at the feeling behind the simple statement. But fuck, you had missed him. Both of them. You glanced at Sam. “Hey Sammy. Have you gotten taller? I didn’t think it was possible. You seem taller.”

            “Who – what are you?!” Dean demanded, his aim unwavering despite the pain and confusion dancing across his face.

             “How long was I gone? You can’t truly have forgotten me, right? That might break my heart.” you replied, sighing when he just glared at you. So much for trying to lighten the mood. You were careful to hold your body still as you nodded to the table in front of you. “Do whatever test you want, Dean. It’s me.”

              “You died. I saw you die,” Dean forced out, the pain in his voice making your heart clench. “You died in my fucking arms! We…” he swallowed, his eyes closing. He took a breath and forced himself to meet your gaze again. “We sent you off, hunters funereal… burned you.”

              “He’s right,” Sam added, watching you take a breath, your eyes widening to keep the tears from falling. “There’s no way you came back from that.”

              You lifted the knife you had given Dean for his birthday the first year you joined them. “I gave you this, you know it’s silver,” you said, lifting it to your arm before using it to make a small cut, just under your drawn-on anti-possession mark. “See, red blood, no reaction to silver.” You picked up the holy water.

              “We have no clue if you replaced that,” Dean said, his voice rough, nodding at the container in your hand.

              “Then get some out of Baby’s trunk,” you shrugged, setting it back on the table. “Salt and borax, too. And anything else you want.”

              Dean glanced at Sam, who nodded and moved to the stairs.

              “If… even if you are you…” Dean hesitated. “How…”

              “I don’t know,” you said, meeting his eyes and feeling your tears finally start to overflow your eyes and run down your cheeks. You fought to keep your voice steady in spite of them. “I… I woke up here. In your room. Sorry to take your clothes without asking, I know it annoys you,” your lips quirked, remembering all the times you had ‘borrowed’ his clothes in the past. “I just needed something to wear,” you added as an afterthought.

              Dean’s lips twitched. “You mean to say you were in my bed, naked, without me? That’s just unfair,” he muttered before he seemed to realize what he said and clenched his jaw, scowling at you.

              “Unfair indeed,” you sighed your smile fading. “I remember dying. Being so cold. Then nothing… just comfort. I think I was in heaven… or at least not hell. I was… content. Mostly. I… I think I felt… something missing,” you shook your head, not wanting to admit too much. “Then I woke here. No handprint, I checked. But as you can see, all my tattoos and scars were gone. I don’t even know the date… how long I was gone. I tried calling Cas. He didn’t answer. Then I just waited. I don’t have a phone anymore. My room is empty…”

              “I had to box everything up,” Sam said, coming down the stairs with the supplies. You had been so focused on Dean you hadn’t noticed him entering. “Dean was… obsessing. I had to clean it out. Pissed him off, but it beat him spending hours in there staring at the walls.”

              “Hey!” Dean growled, shooting Sam a look.

              Sam shrugged. “What, it’s true.” He opened the salt. “Sorry about this,” he said, tossing some at you.

              You smiled at him. “Not a problem, Sammy,” you said, giving him a small smile that he returned. The borax was next, then the holy water. You raised your eyebrows. “Satisfied? Anything else? I told you. I’m me,” you insisted, wiping your face on the sleeve of your borrowed shirt.

              Sam started to move toward you, a huge smile on his face, before Dean spoke. “Wait.” When he saw that Sam had stopped, he looked at you. “What was the last thing you said to me… do you remember?”

            You gave him a sad smile. “How could I forget? I told you I was in love with you,” you answered, your voice thick. Dean’s eyes closed, a pained expression on his face. You took a breath and continued. “That I had been in love with you since you hit on me during our first hunt. Although, honestly, I think it was as soon as I met you. I told you I was sorry I was leaving you. And… I told you to take care of yourself for me,” you finished, barely above a whisper.

              You glanced at Sam, whose eyes were wide as he looked between you and Dean, his mouth opening and closing, trying to find words. He turned to Dean. “You… you never told me that.”

              Dean lifted his chin slightly in confirmation, not taking his eyes off you. “Yeah, and how was I supposed to admit that I got the woman I… the woman who was in love with me killed, huh?”

              “Dean, it wasn’t your fault,” you said, your voice firm. Before you could continue, another voice spoke.

              “She’s right Dean,” Cas stated in his unfailingly factual way. “She chose to save you, she gave you no choice in the matter.”

              “Is that supposed to make it easier?” Dean asked, shaking his head and glancing at Cas. “What’s going on here, Cas?”

              “No, it is simply true. And she has been returned to you. I… after everything, I wanted you to have happiness. It isn’t something that is easily done. Actually, it is forbidden. But for this case, I was able to… we shall just say that an exception was made. She was unsettled. She longed for you, even in heaven. And you… your sorrow could be felt by all. This exception, it will not happen again, but you have her back and there will be no repercussions or debt.”

              Dean looked at Cas dumbfounded. You looked between them, trying to sort the questions in your head, before being pulled into a bearhug by Sam. You were so distracted you hadn’t realized he had moved. “I’m glad you’re back. I missed you. And Dean… well… I’m so happy that you’re back.”

              You hugged him back, tears – happy ones this time, running down your face and leaving a damp spot on his shirt. Then you heard Dean’s voice and froze.

              “Sam, that’s enough for now. Let me greet my girl. I’ve been waiting too long as it is. Way too fucking long.” Sam moved back chuckling, and you met Dean’s eyes. The emotion you saw there almost made your knees give out. Dean smiled at your expression. “Hey sweetheart,” he murmured, pulling you to him and wrapping his arms around you so tightly that it felt as though your entire bodies were touching. He nuzzled your neck, just under your ear. “I missed you so fucking much. Don’t ever leave me again. Please. Promise me.”

              You swallowed your sob. “I… I promise,” you whimpered, taking a breath to try and steady your voice. “Never wanted to leave you, never will again. I fucking love you, Dean. So much. I’m here for as long as you’ll have me.”

              Dean’s arms spasmed around you at your words, his face nestling into you further before you felt him pull back. He met your eyes and his were shining. His hands rested on your jaw, tilting your face up to him slightly. “That means I get you forever then,” he smiled, touching his nose to yours and murmuring against your lips. “I love you, too. Always have. Never want to be without you.”

              You felt your breath catch at his words, and then his lips were on yours. You had dreamed of kissing Dean so many times over the years. You always thought you had a pretty active imagination, but nothing prepared you for this. It was worlds better than anything you had imagined. You relaxed into him, kiss him back but letting him take the kiss wherever he wanted it to go, following his lead. You had no idea how much time had passed when he pulled back, his smile sweet as he looked into your eyes.

              “About damn time,” Sam said, and you could hear the grin in his voice.

              “I agree,” Cas replied. “And if you don’t need anything else…” Before anyone had a chance to respond he was gone.

              “Must say,” Dean said, his voice soft and his eyes not leaving yours. “They aren’t wrong. It’s about damn time.”

              “Yeah?” you breathed, smiling up at him as he gazed down at you.

              “Oh yeah,” he murmured, pulling you into another kiss.

              Hell yes. You couldn’t help but agree. It was about fucking time.

[earlgreydream]

after.

| loki x reader | smut | fluff |

anon requested. loki, but he's so rough during sex, it hurts, and aftercare is absolute bliss afterwards? & AFTERCARE WITH LOKI 

a/n: I’m combining these requests. love dom!loki and soft!loki

cw: dark!loki, sliiiiight dubcon (consensual), aggression, general rough smut, spanking, light anal play, brief exhibitionism, mild degradation, implied subspace, etc

“Are you about done acting out?” Loki asked you, his lips just below your ear, sending chills down your spine. You were sat on his lap on the throne, and you’d spent the last hour or so grinding against him while he was trying to have important meetings with Thor and the royal guard.

“I don’t think so,” you confessed, biting back a smile. You were enjoying riling him up, getting revenge for the many times Loki had tortured and teased you. 

“My darling, my patience with your disobedience is wearing thin,” Loki warned, and you rolled back, putting significant pressure on his rock-hard length below you.

Loki made a throaty noise, and Thor cut off mid-sentence. 

“Continue, brother,” Loki ordered, and Thor gave the two of you a look before he continued speaking. Loki’s hands gripped your waist, trying to keep you from squirming and rubbing your ass against him. 

“If you do not stop, I will fuck you on this throne in front of this entire room of people. You want to be seen acting like a whore so bad, I’ll let you.”

His words echoed down your spine, and your face heated, a visible blush spreading across your skin. You felt his dark laughter against your back, pleased with the way the threat suddenly turned you shy.

His knees pushed your legs apart and you were shaking your head, pleading soft apologies to Loki. Your confidence and deviance crumbled, and you were weak at his fingertips. You very suddenly came to regret your actions, and Loki hummed against your shoulder, warning you against trying to close your legs.

Thor kept speaking, but his eyes narrowed as Loki’s hand moved to your front, very openly cupping your sex in your skirt, in front of everyone. Your skin was burning, the heat spreading over your body in a blazing fire of need and embarrassment.

“Loki...” you whimpered, and he hushed you. Thor tripped over his words as Loki pushed two fingers inside of you, and you squeezed your eyes shut, unable to look at Thor watching Loki play with you. You knew what to say to stop Loki, but you couldn’t, because a sick part of you was secretly enjoying this.

A strangled whimper escaped you as Loki pushed his fingers forward particularly hard. Thor stopped speaking completely, watching Loki’s glistening fingers slide in and out of your soaked pussy. You hadn’t worn any panties under your dress, wanting to work Loki up as much as possible.

Truly, you hadn’t expected to be punished like this. Loki wasn’t often a fan of public humiliation, but seeing how wet it made you, and how you suddenly got shy and obedient was all the convincing it took.

You bit your lip fiercely, struggling to keep from squealing and crying out. Loki mouthing along your neck, whispering filthy things in your ear about Thor watching you get your pussy filled with his fingers, didn’t help you stay quiet and still.

“Loki, please,” you were begging, what for, you weren’t sure.

“Please what, little one?” Loki was going to make you work for it. Your whole body tensed as the coil tightened in your belly, Loki’s fingers stroking the spot that had your mind shutting down.

“I need to come,” your plea came out much louder than intended, but it made no difference, everyone in the room had their eyes locked on you since this started.

“Go on then, scream my name to all of our subjects, let them know who you belong to.”

The coil snapped and you orgasmed with a scream, Loki’s name echoing through the high ceilings of the throne room. Your legs were shaking and you grabbed his forearms to steady yourself, your release dripping down your thighs and onto Loki’s lap.

A high pitched shriek was ripped from you when Loki slapped your sensitive core, and you jolted from the sting. Even Thor flinched slightly, and your breath caught in your throat as he spanked your pussy a second time, drawing out your humiliation and adding pain to the punishment. Tears threatened to roll down your cheeks, and Loki mocked your embarrassment.

“Shy, little one? You didn’t seem so shy when you were misbehaving all evening.”

“I’m not done with you,” he whispered in your ear, picking you up and draping you over his shoulder. Your skirt was still flipped up, revealing your ass and slick, swollen cunt to everyone you walked by. The tears were now falling freely, and you squirmed helplessly.

Loki slapped where your ass met the back of your thigh, leaving a handprint, the sound bouncing off of the walls. You cried out in pain as he squeezed the area before carrying you through the throne room.

“We’ll have to finish this meeting later!” Loki called after himself, parading you through the halls as he took you to his chambers. When you started to speak to apologize, he spanked you, not wanting to hear it.

Loki practically threw you on the bed, and he tore off your dress, leaving you naked. His own clothes vanish in a glimmer of green, and you were caught under his sadistic, predatory gaze.

“On your knees,” Loki commanded, and you scrambled to obey, kneeling before him as he leaned against a golden wall. Magic bound your hands behind your back, and the tip of Loki’s cock brushed your lips.

“If you resist me, I’ll let Thor use your mouth next,” Loki threatened, getting you to immediately open your mouth so he could slip inside.

His pale fingers threaded into your hair and found a grip, holding you steady as he fucked your throat. Tears rolled down your cheeks faster than before, and all you could do was kneel before your king and take him. You did your best to please him, hollowing your cheeks and humming around him, trying to get him to come faster. You were choking and unable to breathe, and the feeling of your struggle had Loki coming in hot ribbons down your throat, shooting his seed straight into your tummy.

You gasped for air, heaving oxygen into your lungs when he pulled out, your head dropping forward as you caught your breath.

“You will not disobey me again.” Loki smacked your cheek lightly and you immediately answered.

“No, Loki.”

His hand wrapped around your arm and he lifted you to your feet, your hands becoming free from the bonds. You thought you were free until he hauled you onto the bed, your wrists being secured to the headboard as you laid on your stomach. Fear prickled up your spine, knowing your punishment wasn’t over.

You’d learned your lesson about teasing Loki and being disobedient, and after this you swore to yourself you’d never do it again.

“I’m sorry, Loki,” your voice was quiet, and Loki looked at you silently.

“Pull your knees to your chest,” he ordered, and you did so before letting your head fall back down onto the duvet.

He stared at you, bent over and exposed for him, prolonging your anxious anticipation. He moved behind you, out of your view. You felt the bed dip behind you, Loki kneeling on the bed, his hands resting on your hips for a moment. He traced the red handprint on your ass, making you twitch slightly at the touch.

Something cold and made of metal slid through your folds, making you jump.

“I’ll slap you if you move again,” Loki’s tone was stern, and you held still, wondering what the tear-shaped object was for. He gathered your arousal on it, and you jerked your hands fruitlessly against the magic as he pressed it lightly to your tight ring of muscle.

Barely a second passed before his hand connected with your skin, leaving another stinging handprint on your backside.

“I’m sorry, I don’t need it, I’ll behave,” you promised, stumbling over your words as you weakly protested the metal being slowly pushed into your ass.

“I know you don’t need it, but I want to see your pretty hole stretch around this gold plug,” Loki’s voice dripped with sadistic pleasure, sending shivers through your body.

You hid your face in the duvet, fighting not to squirm away as he slowly pressed it inside of you. The feeling was foreign and uncomfortable, and incredibly shameful. Your body betrayed you, displaying your cunt growing wetter as Loki eased it all the way inside of you. A choked whine of pain tumbled from your lips, but you didn’t use your safe word. You hated the feeling of being stretched but you knew you deserved it for your misbehavior, and you didn’t want to object to Loki.

He leaned back on his heels and admired you, the gold peeking out of your slightly trembling body. He watched you shake from a mixture of embarrassment, discomfort, overstimulation, and utter and complete ecstasy, a devious smile pulling at his lips.

He was painfully hard again, and he very much intended to tear you up before forgiving your transgressions. His anger has now faded, though he was enjoying scaring you a healthy amount. He enforced his rules, and taught you what happened when you disobeyed.

You knew he wouldn’t be merciful and let you off, and you were thankful he’d let you come at his fingers, even if it was in the presence of the throne room.

You laid in front of Loki, moaning loudly as he fucked into you with one thrust. Your muscles burned as they stretched to try to accommodate his size, but he offered no reprieve before snapping his hips against yours, railing you. He pushed on the gold, a choked scream tearing from your throat as your mind melted from the sensation of being painfully full.

You couldn’t help but cry as Loki brutally fucked you, abusing your aching core as he hit your cervix, buried deeper in you than you thought possible. You were choking on oxygen, your mind completely empty as you took him in, searching for pleasure.

The pain of how hard he was fucking you had tears flowing thick down your cheeks and choked whimpers escaping you. Loki brought a hand around to your clit, taking pity on you and giving you some relief to the sharp pain. 

“You’re so fucking sexy, taking me so well, like a good, obedient slut,” Loki finally offered you some praise, even if it was slightly degrading.

The words soothed over your fright, and your eyes rolled back as he slammed into you, your mind fading. His thrusts became less rhythmic, his hips stuttering. You were familiar with the feeling, and in a few seconds, you felt him spill into you, pumping you full of his release and coating your aching walls with the sticky white seed. You sighed softly in relief as he pulled the metal from you, tossing it aside. He slowly eased out of your sex, his magic dissolving the bonds on your wrists.

You fell limp once you were no longer restrained, and Loki admired your fucked-out body. Your mind was cloudy and a shudder wracked your body as you adjusted to the sudden relief.

“Little one,” Loki spoke softly, the usual gentleness returning to his voice. His hands smoothed gently up your back, green sparks penetrating into your muscles and dissolving some of the ache. 

You hummed weakly, acknowledging Loki calling out his term of endearment for you. Your breath caught as he flipped you onto your back, and you winced as the aching between your legs became a painful throb, the endorphins wearing off.

“Let me see those pretty eyes,” Loki’s fingers tenderly brushed over your cheek, and you opened your eyes to gaze up at him. 

“We’re going to get you cleaned up, alright? It’s over now,” Loki leaned down and kissed you, his lips soft against yours. You weakly wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and hugging him. 

“I need you to speak, darling.”

“I love you,” you whispered hoarsely, your voice raspy from Loki brutalizing your throat. He laughed softly, kissing your cheek and wiping the remaining tears that were staining your skin.

“I love you more than all of the stars.”

You whimpered as he lifted you, carrying to into the basin and stepping in with you. The warm water engulfed your body, filled with salts and oils from the finest markets of Asgard. Loki rested you against his broad chest, careful of your muscles. 

He lifted a glass from a small table next to the tub, putting it to your lips and urging you to drink the water. You ignored the soreness in your throat and leaned back against Loki’s stable body, swallowing the contents of the glass. Loki took his time cleaning you up, gently lathering your body with sweet-scented soaps. 

He massaged your head as he washed your hair, brushing his fingers through the locks. You’d been turned around for that, your forehead resting on his shoulder as he worked shampoo and conditioner through your hair. He’d pestered you to eat some of the grapes from a bowl nearby, kissing your forehead and praising you. 

“I’m sorry for teasing,” you apologized softly, and Loki gently adjusted you so you were looking up at him. He tilted your chin up, gazing down at you with love and lightly pecking your lips before speaking.

“I’m not angry. You don’t need to be sorry anymore,” he promised, holding you in his arms, trying to snap you out of your foggy headspace.

You protested to being lifted out of the bath, and Loki hushed you gently, drying you off and helping you into silk clothing. Your legs were weak and you held onto Loki’s arms as you stood by the hearth. He helped you onto the lounger, snuggling you into his chest and handing you a piece of bread with honey drizzled over it. You ate it and curled up into your warm lover, basking in his attention as he cared for you. He lifted a book from the table and began to read to you, his smooth voice lulling you into dreams. He pressed into your mind, filling your head with sweet thoughts and guarding you against nightmares. 

He listened to your steady heartbeat as he played with your hair and the fabric draped over your body. He loved how sweet and cuddly you got after sex, blissed-out and your mind empty except for a desire to be close to him. He adored you, and everything about you, and these moments of closeness were his favorite. 

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My Neighbor’s Garden is a Spot of Beauty [Chapter 6]

“There are plenty of ways to deal with your husband’s passing that don’t involve shacking up with the neighborhood dyke, Ms. Rogers.”

“It’s Carter,” Peggy replies icily.  “And thank you for your concern, Mr. Wicker, but it won’t be needed.”

“Of all the nerve,” Peggy seethes as she shoves her way through her front door.  She stomps through the house until she reaches the living room where she throws her keys against the back of the couch with as much force as she can.  Sadly, the jingling of the keys as they thud against the padding is less than satisfying and only serves to make her angrier.

“Of all the bloody nerve!” she roars, and she forces every last ounce of air from her lungs with the exclamation until she can feel her face turning red with the effort.  And every inch of her absolutely burns with fury, blood pounding ferociously through her veins, and her breath coming in angry huffs through her clenched teeth.

Then, shaking fists held tightly at her side, she paces (mostly to keep herself from throwing anything she might later regret breaking).  In a dizzying spiral, her thoughts move from wondering if they’d truly made such a spectacle of themselves the other day, to worrying that she’d inadvertently drawn some very unwanted attention to Angie, to again seething that her neighbor would even have the audacity to comment on Angie’s personal affairs.  “As if it’s any of his business.”

Her stomach twists an instant later.  What if the attention—the scrutiny—really is unwanted?  Smaller communities can be cruel, after all, and gossip tends to spread like wildfire in such areas.

What if she’s just made Angie’s life that much harder?

And the more she thinks about it, the more she wants to kick herself. Of course, it seems odd.  She’d never been the social one of the pair while Steve was alive, and even after he died that didn’t change.  Now, suddenly, the neighbors see her running around like a giggling madwoman with Angie and…  “Well, why wouldn’t they assume?”

Especially if Angie is the neighborhood…

Peggy stands frozen for a beat, then slowly sits on the couch, ashamed of herself as the all-important if presents itself in big, bold letters in her mind.  Her face falls into her hands, and, quietly, she groans, “Oh, my God…” feeling like an idiot for letting herself get hung up on a giant pile of what if’s.

And, really…what if?

That’s the real question, isn’t it?

What if?

But…does it really matter?

Gay or not, Angie is her friend, and damn it, it would be a cold day in Hell before Peggy let some old man cow her into seeing her any less!

And so, with a burning determination to do…something, Peggy grabs her keys off the couch and makes for the door.

The next morning finds Peggy outside bright and early, unloading an assortment of masonry supplies from the back of her Jeep and setting them on a pallet in her back yard.

She can’t help feeling a little odd as she does—a little off—and her mind inevitably finds its way to Steve. Taking the time to really think about it, she realizes she hasn’t had any real projects since he died…  In fact, she’s made a point of it.  It was always something they’d done together, and doing anything of the sort without him had always felt wrong.  More than that, it had been painful to even think of starting any projects without him.

And so, for what feels like the thirtieth time since she’d ended up at the home improvement store last evening, Peggy questions what exactly she’s doing.

At least, until she hears Angie calling to her, a sweet and groggy, “What’re you doin’?” carrying gently to her ears.  Angie’s not quite dressed yet, shuffling through the yard in heavy-looking pajamas and a robe, big puffy slippers protecting her feet from the chill of the air.  Honestly, Peggy isn’t even certain her eyes are open until she’s close enough to smell the steaming coffee she’s clutching.

Half a second later, Peggy’s gut twists and her heart leaps into her throat as she recalls the minor confrontation with Mr. Wicker the night before. Stubbornly, she pushes the thought away—she’s not going to bring it up and cause unnecessary drama—and greets Angie with a smile.  “It’s Bonfire Night,” she tells her, simply.

Seemingly unimpressed, Angie looks to Peggy’s collection of materials. It takes her several moments, and a decidedly pensive sip of her coffee, but she finally asks, “So, you’re building a fire pit?”

“I was actually hoping you’d join me this evening, once it’s finished.”

Gooseflesh prickles at her arms and, oddly, at her checks the moment a slow smile spreads across Angie’s face, though she chooses to ignore the sensation, with some effort.

“Yeah, okay,” Angie agrees easily, some of that typical twinkle finding its way into her eyes.  “Tell you what.  I have to run some errands in town, but I should be back early this afternoon. I’ll come give you a hand when I get back.”

“All right.  I’ll be here.”

With one more brilliant smile, Angie offers a tiny wave and shuffles back to her house, sipping at her coffee the whole way.

That afternoon, Peggy quickly finds out that Angie’s version of “help” is sitting back and making fun of the dirt on the seat of her pants.

“Really, Peg.  How did you manage handprints on your ass?”

“Don’t be rude,” Peggy tells her, resolutely ignoring the memory of Mr. Wicker whenever she thinks of Angie looking at her backside.

From there, it only takes a couple more hours to finish up the fire pit, Angie helping to lay the wedged blocks once Peggy is finished tamping down the sand and gravel.  Then, before laying the capstones in place, they carefully insert a steel liner and tap it in with a mallet.

“I want to properly redo this next year,” Peggy says when it’s all finished, checking that it’s all still level.  “Get some mortar between these blocks.”

“That’s a good plan,” Angie agrees.  “But what are you planning for tonight?”

Peggy looks up from the small bubble in the level, mildly confused. “Beg pardon?”

A chuckle, and that mischievous glint appears in Angie’s eyes.  “You’re gonna put a fire in it.  Then what?”

“I…”  Then what, indeed, Peggy wonders.  “I hadn’t quite thought beyond the fire, to be honest.”

Angie giggles, and Peggy can’t help smiling at the tiny snort as she stands.  “And here I was thinking you’d have it all planned out!” Angie teases.

With a wry smirk, Peggy fires back, “Oh, don’t be fooled by the accent, darling.  I’m making this up as I go along.”

“Tell you what,” Angie starts after a long, hearty laugh. Then, she gives Peggy a very pointed onceover.  “You head in and get cleaned up and I’ll take care of the rest.”

“I don’t know…”

“Oh, come on.  Don’t tell me you’re thinking of eating out?”

For one agonizing moment, Peggy’s brain stumbles over the obvious innuendo, wondering if Angie had meant it as such.  “Uh… No, of course not,” she mumbles, already heading towards her house. A moment later, she spins back, desperate to diffuse any awkwardness she’s caused.  “I mean,” she starts, before her eyes fall on Angie, who is barely containing her mirth.

In that moment, Peggy realizes that, yes, Angie had meant “eating out” as an innuendo.  And a very deliberate one, at that.

So, she takes a breath, mustering as much unaffected sass as she can, and says, “I mean, if you really want to spoil me so badly…”  Then, she turns on her heel and heads inside for a much-needed shower.

After a heavenly shower—because who doesn’t enjoy a nice, steamy wash after a day of hard work—and a good fifteen minutes in her closet, Peggy finally makes her way back outside.  She feels strange, and a little alien to herself, in the loose, black scoop neck, tan cardigan, and jeans.  Even the suede boots seem like they’re too much…  Like she’s trying too hard to be casual.

But Angie always seems to know how to put her at ease, the blessed thing, and with a quick smile sent her way from the fire pit Peggy finds her nerves settling.

“I was beginning to wonder,” Angie teases, her tone light. “Must have been a good shower.”

Again, the gooseflesh tickles its way up her arms when she sees the glint of mischief in Angie’s gaze, the sensation even finding its way up her neck.  “It was,” she agrees awkwardly, making a beeline for the fire pit, and wondering what on Earth has gotten into her.

She’s surprised to see such a hearty blaze already, and even more surprised to see the food already cooking on a grate placed across the top. And goodness, does it ever look delicious—steaks sizzling away; corn cobs steaming as their husks brown; and two more mystery items hidden by the foil they’re cooking in.  On top of that, two reclining lawn chairs sit near the fire, along with a collapsible table for food prep not four feet away. Whatever she’d been expecting, it certainly hadn’t been this.  Angie had clearly been busy, though it makes Peggy wonder exactly how long she’d actually taken in the shower.

“Don’t worry,” Angie says, as if reading her mind.  “I already had most of this prepped for tonight.”

“Enough for two?” Peggy fires back.

“What can I say?  I was hopeful.”  A quick wink, and Peggy can feel the goosebumps rising on her cheeks.  And even with the thought of Mr. Wicker in the back of her mind, she can’t help the pleased smile that pulls at her lips.

Their chatter while supper is cooking is…oddly comfortable for Peggy. And not only comfortable, but…comforting.  A strange thought, to be sure, though she can’t say she’s any sort of surprised, because somewhere between the crop circles and the pumpkins, Peggy found herself looking forward to spending time with Angie, and she’s not especially sure when it happened…

She spends the majority of the meal (when it’s finished) considering the change in their relationship—and what might have changed in herself.

Sadly, though, no matter which way she turns it in her mind, she’s always met with the thought of Mr. Wicker, his voice replaying in her mind over and over.  It disgusts her, the way he was so crude and callous.  To call Angie a—

“You okay?”

Peggy snaps her head up to meet Angie’s concerned gaze, the white-hot feeling of the anger that had been boiling under her skin mere moments before seeming to melt its way down her spine.  She’s left feeling oddly adrift, and unsure what she ought to be feeling now.  She’s angry--so, so angry—with Mr. Wicker for poking into things that are none of his business; she’s upset with herself for letting him get under her skin in the first place; and she’s ashamed, because she’s said nothing of the incident to Angie…

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Peggy blurts.  And really…what is she doing? And how many times can she ask herself that question before she has an answer?

She built a fire pit…what, out of defiance?  To show Mr. Wicker that she doesn’t care what he thinks of the people she chooses to spend her time with?

“Hey…” Angie practically whispers, and it takes Peggy a moment to realize she’s crouched beside her chair now.  She gently tugs at the plate in her hands, which Peggy only now realizes is woefully unfinished, saying, “Let me take this and wrap it up for you; you’re looking a little pale…”

And then, confused and sick-feeling and dry-mouthed, Peggy finds her courage.  Just as the plate slides from her fingers, she looks Angie directly in the eyes—begging her to somehow understand whatever this is that’s going on with her right now—and says, almost desperately, “Mr. Wicker paid me a visit last night.”

The statement hangs in the air between them, heavy in a way Peggy hadn’t expected.  It’s clear by the look on her face that Angie has had more than enough dealings with Mr. Wicker to infer what might have been said during that visit, and, after a moment, a mask of cool indifference slides onto her face.  “I see…” she says, standing tall with the plate.  Then, more solemnly, “Look…I’m real sorry, Peg…  But I know how this goes.  I’ll—I’ll get these wrapped up for you.  Sorry…”

The moment Angie turns, Peggy’s stomach hits the ground. “Angie!” she calls, and in the time it takes her to scramble out of the lawn chair, Angie is half-way across the yard. “Why—” she squeaks a bit as she trips over and topples the chair, “—damn!  Why on earth are you apologizing?”  With a half-jog, Peggy catches up to Angie at her patio. “Angie?” she tries again as Angie reaches for the door.  “How what goe—“

She just barely misses her, the bang of the door echoing around their homes, and, shocked and shaking, stands staring at the storm door that’s just slammed in her face.

She tries one more time to call for Angie, but her voice isn’t working.

God… she wants to scream…

She wants to cry…

She wants to run away and hide and hope that this will all blow over, but she can’t help the feeling that if she doesn’t do something now, she’ll lose whatever goodness Angie has been bringing to her life.  And so, with a steadying breath, she grasps the handle of the storm door and lets herself into Angie’s home.

Inside, the lights are still off, and Peggy has to pause for a moment to orient herself.  “Angie,” she calls into the darkness, even knowing that Angie must want to be alone. “Please, don’t shut me out…”

A sigh through the dark, and Peggy hears slight movement to her left. Then, Angie’s voice, equal parts sullen and hopeful, asks, “Don’t you want me gone?”

Peggy can’t quite tell if her heart is in her throat or her feet, but suddenly Angie’s behavior outside makes so much more sense, and all she can manage to say is, “God, no!”

“But Mr. Wicker—”

“I don’t care about him!” she practically shouts, shocking even herself with the amount of vehemence in her voice, but somehow it spurs her on. “He can say what he likes; I don’t care!”

A heavy silence hangs between them in the blackness, Peggy’s heart pounding in her ears.  She has no idea what Angie might be thinking—she can’t see her face to even guess…

Until her voice carries to her ears in a distrusting whisper.  “…But you did,” she says.  And it’s true…Peggy had cared to a degree. She’s been bothered all day, though it’s taken her all this time to realize that she’s not so much worrying that Angie might be gay, but over the uncertainty of it all.  That if she really wants to avoid the scrutiny of their community that she might…

That she might just leave her all alone again…

“I did…” Peggy agrees somberly.  “I’m so sorry.”

But she doesn’t want to lose Angie over this.  Not over something like this…

“He said—” She starts, stepping forward into the darkness.  “He just showed up and told me…”  No.  She’s not going to say it.  Angie doesn’t need to hear something like that coming from her. “…and I was just—just so angry!”

She trips over a chair, knocking her shin against the legs when she tries to right it, and grunts, “Bloody…damn!” under her breath before resuming her blind trek across Angie’s kitchen to find her.

“So, I... I—I built a fire pit!” she says incredulously.  “Because I… Well, I wanted to…”

Still in her steps now, and trembling besides, Peggy sighs and quietly admits, “I was afraid.”  And suddenly, she feels more alone than she has in three months…

“Angie, please,” she calls, low and strained.  “I was afraid, but I don’t care!  Not one bit. I could never…  Just…please don’t leave me alone again…”

A sniffle is her first clue that Angie is close, the second being the warm sensation of skin on skin at her wrist.  “I mean,” Angie begins, and Peggy can hear the tears on her voice. “If you really want me to spoil you so badly…”

Wordlessly, Peggy gathers Angie against her, the two of them awkwardly fitting themselves together in the dark.  And once they’re sorted, Angie clutches to Peggy with shaking hands, sobbing unreservedly against her chest.  Peggy finds it an odd comfort that, even after the disastrous turn the evening had taken, Angie can find comfort with her.  So, she holds her tightly, rubbing circles over her back and clutching her head to her chest.

She knows her heart is pounding in Angie’s ear, but she can’t help but hope that the sound of it is a comfort to her, just as Angie’s had been to her in the beginning…

Oh… she thinks in a moment of realization, bending low to whisper in Angie’s ear.  “I care about you,” she tells her in a whisper.  “I don’t care what that old bigot says.  I care about you, and nothing Mr. Wicker does can change that.”

And with a snort, Angie quips, “More like Mr. Dicker.”

It’s strange, the way the tension and emotion can just melt away in an instant, and they spend a moment chuckling together over the joke.  Then, Angie extricates herself from Peggy’s grasp, wiping at her face as she pops the refrigerator for some light.  “I guess I’d better get to packaging your leftovers.”

“I appreciate it.”

It doesn’t take her long, a benefit of an entire cupboard full of Tupperware, Peggy suspects, and in moments, she’s handing over a container saying, “You know, we still have an apple crumble over the fire, out there…” An invitation to spend a little more time together, though she sounds uncertain about it…

Peggy, however, feels surer in herself than she has in a long time, and, with a small smile, says, “All right.  Let me take these over to my fridge and I’ll be right out.”

Angie follows her outside, but before she can quite make it to her house to put the container away, Angie grabs her attention again.  “Peggy,” she mumbles, clearly embarrassed.  “Uh…You might want to grab a jacket or something while you’re at it.”  Before Peggy can ask why, she squares her shoulders and bashfully confesses, “Your girls are distracting on a good day, let alone when I’ve been crying into them.”

In the time it takes her heart to jump, a warm flush covers her chest and works its way up her neck.  Out of reflex, she looks down at herself, studying her cleavage for a moment. “Yes… They are rather exquisite, aren’t they?” she asks, not at all surprised when, absolutely flabbergasted, Angie’s mouth drops open.

Then, with a mischievous smile of her own, Peggy makes for her house with the Tupperware container in hand.

When Peggy goes back outside—this time wearing a scarf to spare Angie’s sanity—Angie is nowhere to be seen.  And for a moment, she panics, terrified that Angie’s changed her mind and decided to stay in.  But before she gets too far along any particular line of thinking, Angie reappears with an armful of blankets.

Sheepishly, she shrugs as she approaches.  “Sorry.  It’s getting kind of cold, but I’m not really ready to call it a night just yet…”

Relieved, Peggy offers to lay a large quilt on the ground while Angie dishes up the dessert—a honeyed apple and oat crumble.  When she’s finished, she gratefully accepts a small plate of dessert, and they both sit on the quilt to eat, Angie immediately cocooning herself in a large, blue-and-cream afghan.

The apple crumble is amazing—as everything else Angie has ever made her—though the hint of butterscotch is a surprise.

“Schnapps,” Angie confides with a wink.  “My secret ingredient.”

“Well, it’s fantastic.”

Except...Angie doesn’t seem to think so, poking at slices of apple with the tip of her fork.  And even when Peggy’s finished her plate, Angie’s is virtually untouched…

“…Hey, Peg?” Angie says suddenly, making an obvious effort to look Peggy directly in the eye.  “I’m gay.”

A nod, even as she puzzles over why Angie would be worrying about that now.  “I know…”

“I just…wanted to say it.  We didn’t, you know?  And I didn’t want to leave it…”  Angie looks so small right now.  She looks so…afraid.  Is this what she’d looked like in the dark of her kitchen, before, Peggy wonders.

Then, voice as small as she looks, Angie asks, “Are we still friends?”

It makes Peggy’s heart stop for a moment, that she’s still so worried that Peggy will want nothing to do with her.  “Oh, darling…” she says, scooting closer and wrapping Angie in her arms.  “Of course, we are.”