#come on cas there is enough cunt-ry to go around for both of you

[maybeimissu]

"dean! what have you done?"

he solved a problem, stop judging 🙄

[illfoandillfie]

happy anniversary love! I've always loved "wrapped up in a bow" and it's christmas sequel (can't remember the name sorry), anyways can i get an hc on what,,, activities those two had during valentines

okay ngl I had a vague idea about doing a valentines sequel (partially inspired by seeing him play live oops) but didn’t really have it in me to write a whole fic about it so i definitely have some Thots about this:

(under a cut for length and smut)

Roger is the one to suggest tying you up this time. It seemingly comes out of nowhere while you’re just talking.

You joked about how finding you in nothing but the bow was becoming a holiday tradition between you but he shook his head and said he had something a bit different in mind. 

But bondage is fun and you trust him to take care of you (in every sense of the word) so you quickly agree and ask him what he had in mind.

“How do you feel about spanking?”

“Very good,”

“What about spanking with not just my hand?”

“Still very good as long as we don’t use a crop. That sounds like too much,”

“Would a belt be okay? Or a paddle?”

“I think I could be okay with both.”

“Okay. In that case, what if I tied your arms to the roof and spanked you a lot?”

“To the roof?”

He reminds you that the house has exposed ceiling trusses in a lot of it’s rooms and it wouldn’t be too hard to tie you to one.

You’re excited and agree to it.

There’s the usual talk of safewords while you strip and he get’s you set up, always taking care not to put too much strain on your wrists even though they’re cuffed together, the rope tied to the chain and then looped over one of the wood beams in one of the living rooms. 

He’s still fully clothed which he knows makes you feel more exposed and turned on.

You’re tied in such a way that you can’t really stand with your feet flat on the floor, instead balancing on the balls of your feet which is fine until the first spank lands unexpectedly and you jolt off balanced

“Fuck,”

Roger just laughs, walks around you like he’s trying to find the best angle to hit you from, and waits until you’ve righted yourself before he does it again.

You’re a little more prepared the second time but the third comes faster than you’d anticipated and the fouth much much slower. 

You moan on the fifth and Roger laughs again, teasing you about getting off on being treated like that as he gently rubs your bum to ease the pain a little.

“I think I might need to step it up a notch, make you earn your orgasms properly.”

He walks away and you try to turn to see where he went but you just end up stumbling and trying to right yourself again, hoping he didn’t noticed

He definitely did.

The next hit comes from a leather paddle, smoother than Roger’s hand, stinging a bit more though.

Roger delights in showing you how different they feel, hitting one cheek with the paddle and one with his hand before taking to you with just the paddle

slow slow FAST slow FAST FAST FAST FAST slow

you never sure when the next hit will come, just that it hurts when it does. 

By now you’re crying. You held off as long as your could, blinking back tears when his palm came down on you particularly hard, but now, under the sting of the paddle you can’t stop them.

Roger pauses to check if you’re okay, saying you’re safeword and asking if you want to use it.

You say no, sure it hurts but it also feels really fucking good and you know he’ll make it worth it in the end.

“Okay, if you’re sure. You do look very pretty like this, mascara all over your face. Makes you look like a whore. So I’m going to give you a small break.”

The next hit is his hand on your breast followed by the paddle against your cunt, making you squeal and fall off balance again.

But he’s quick to sooth the slap, fingers spreading your wetness over your clit as he pulls another moan from you. You whine when he stops to spank you again.

“Aww, did you want me to keep playing with your drippy little pussy?”

“Ple-ase,”

“You want me to fill your cunt? stuff you full while I keep spanking you?”

“Y-es, yes, god, please Daddy,”

He slid two fingers into you, pumping them slowly in and out, adjusting his angle until you felt him caress your wall and you moan loudly.

“I’ve got a game for you to play,” he leaned into your ear to talk and you couldn’t help but shiver at his voice, “I’m going to put this,” he held up the paddle, “right here,” he pushed the handle into your cunt, fucking you with it briefly, “And you’re going to try not to drop it. Clear?”

“yes Daddy,”

“Good girl,”

He have you a moment to adjust before he brought the belt down on you. 

You heard it before you felt it, half a second warning as it swung through the end and the leather collided with your already stinging arse.

Roger stepped close, rubbing the spot he just hit, “How was that?”

“I ca- I can take more,”

“Okay,” He pushed the handle of the paddle deeper into you, reminding you to keep a hold of it, and then he was stepping back again and taking aim with the belt. 

It stung even more than the first time, making you howl, but you held onto the paddle.

Another pause, another bite from the belt, he noise of it moving through the air you’re only real warning that it’s coming.

“Aww, kitten, you dropped it.”

“I’m so-r-ry,” it’s more sob than sentence 

“Hey, that’s okay, kitten,” Roger comes round to your front and cups your cheek, wiping away some of the tears with his thumb, “You’re doing so well, you held it for so long. I’m going to give you one more okay?”

You shake your head.

“No? You don’t want any more?”

“Not one. Three, Daddy. Give me three more. With the metal.”

“I’m not giving you three with the metal. This isn’t a punishment. I still want to fuck you afterwards and if I push you too far neither of us will be in the mood anymore.

“Okay, but I could take it.”

“I know you could but I don’t want you to. So, one with the metal.”

You nodded and took a deep, steadying breath. First the whistle, then the impact, then the sting. Except the impact felt different to before. The leather had left you with a duller pain the the sharp bite of the cool metal. You rocked forward on your toes with the force of it but righted yourself quickly, a couple extra sobs escaping you.

Roger dropped the belt where he stood and came back round to face you, his fingers of one hand dropping to rub your clit as he brought his other hand down on your arse twice more.

Your moan stuttered over sharply drawn breath with each spank but he kept going until you came from the stimulation. 

“Good girl. Now, are you okay?”

“Yes Daddy, a bit sore but I’m still really horny.”

“Does that mean you’re ready for Daddy’s cock, Kitten?”

“Please,”

“Okay, hold your horses while I untie you.” As quickly as he could he loosened the knots in the rope, untying you from the ceiling though your wrists were still cuffed together.

Once you were free he pulled you over to the couch, pushing you down onto it.

He didn’t bother undressing, just pushed his pants down enough to pull his cock out, hard after seeing you a bound mess.

You whined when he slid into you from behind, grabbing your hips to pull you back into him.

Every thrust was slow and deep and had you panting in seconds.

Until he shifted his hands, grabbed your arse instead, fingers digging into the bruises and welts already forming.

You whimpered but you could feel your orgasm approaching, your whines turning to uncontrollable begging for Roger not to stop. 

“You go-nna be a good slut and c-cum on my cock? Fuck, so wet. Nothing but a - a filthy whore, ge-tting off on being sp-anked like that.”

You came with a cry as he hit you a final time, the noise of the hit ringing through the room but then he was following you over the edge, pushing himself deep and staying here until he was done. 

Once you were uncuffed and he was sure you felt okay he got you some cold packs and cream and took it upon himself to rub the cream over your bum, apologising every time you winced. 

And then he asked you to stand long enough for him to lay on the couch so you could lay on top, your head on his chest, the cold packs balanced on your arse, still praising you for taking it all so well.