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darkwood-sleddog · 9 days ago
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You know it’s fucking wild that one of the most followed small malamute sled teams on social media was asking if she should give her 6 month old puppy back to the breeder because of the severity of bilateral elbow displaysia like 54 days ago after getting said puppy for mushing from a breeder that does not health test and now she’s running that puppy in harness only a few months post surgery at an age most mushers would just barely be putting malamutes in harness for the first time (most mushers would be putting a young puppy under maturity in a team so that adults can take the brunt of the weight mind you) and that puppy is in fucking wheel (dogs in wheel take the heaviest load out of all dogs in harness and the most strain on the body). People advised her that running in harness might be harmful for this dog’s joints, advised her to think long and hard about this dog’s quality of life and this dog is already in harness under a year old. Normally I would have no problems with a dog being put in harness in a team of adults at this age but it is wildly different to do this with a dog that had surgery for her deteriorating joints only a few MONTHS ago. A dog who is not done growing. The straight irresponsibility of this and the visibility of this is so gross to me.
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shower-phantom-ideas · 2 years ago
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*frustraitingly filtering out the “light angst” tag on AO3*
mumbling “no i want the full version“
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collecting--stardust · 1 year ago
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My roman empire
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dilfhos · 1 year ago
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ive never been on an app where mfs were in such a rush to grow up. or hide the fact that they children over FICTION.
and wtf is a almost 19?? yall make me sick. the second-hand embarrassment.
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typicalcommondandelion · 1 year ago
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im gonna die of social anxiety if [mod of minecraft server] doesnt respond to my public discord messages asking for a little itty bitty bit of please cam i.. cheat.
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hoshifighting · 6 months ago
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hihi lyla! i hope you are well 💖 i wanted to ask you to write about svt’s reactions to cock worshipping? tysm for ur ff/imagines ur writing has made me feral for dino 👹
seventeen reacting to you worshipping their cock
a/n: i'm doing fineee! how ab u? the emoji hahahah are you feral 👹 anon then? 😂😂😂 hope u like it, tried to write this from what I understood tho 🤧
seungcheol's eyes nearly pop out of his head when you slap his cock against your face. “this is the most perfect cock i’ve ever seen,” you say, your voice dripping with adoration. “it’s thick, pretty, and made just for me, isn’t it?” his cock twitches at your words, and he knows he’s in TROUBLE. he’s speechless, a desperate moan escaping his lips as he realizes you’re going to use this against him. “fuck, you know exactly what to say,” he groans, his hips bucking involuntarily. “i never knew you could talk like this.”
jeonghan watches you with a confident smirk as you worship his cock. “you’re so fucking perfect,” you murmur, licking up the length slowly. “this cock was made to be worshipped.” “keep talking like that, and you’ll make me cum,” he sounds confident, even a bit cocky, but inside, he’s battling a thousand demons not to cum right then and there. “i didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth on you.”
joshua when you asked to put a bow around his cock, he thought you were joking. but now, as he watches you appreciate his cock with slow, deliberate licks, the ribbon on his base getting wet as you slowly lick around the ribbon, he’s left covering his mouth, his eyes almost heart-shaped as he watches you. “it’s so beautiful, joshua. i could suck it forever,” you murmur. “oh god, keep going,” he begs.
junhui shakes his head, trying to deny your words. “no, jun, it’s perfect,” you insist, caressing him. “you’re perfect.” he tries to shake off your compliments, but it only makes you more intense. his protests turn into whimpers until he finally cums, overwhelmed.
soonyoung tilts his head, watching you rub your cheek against his cock like it’s the most natural and adorable thing in the world. “you’re so cute, baby,” he whispers. “your cock is everything to me,” you purr. “i love every inch of it.” he cums almost instantly, not because of the pleasure, but because he knows your love for his cock is real. “you’re too good to me,” he breathes.
wonwoo squirms from the moment you start. he’s caught between feeling shy and incredibly horny. your hand caresses his cock like it’s a delicate piece of art. he smiles, unable to help himself. “you’re all sweet,” he murmurs. “and you’re all mine,” you reply, planting a kiss on his tip. his smile grows as he relaxes into your touch.
jihoon becomes a babbling mess as you give gentle, loving kisses all over his cock. “your cock is the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen. i can’t get enough of it.” you coo. “you’re gonna make me cum just like this, you know that?” he covers his face, realizing he’s fallen even deeper in love with you. “fuck, i’m feeling so shy right now,” he admits between moans. “but i love you so much for this.”
minghao watches you with a sly smile, caressing your cheek as you worship his cock. “you’re so delicate,” he observes, his voice full of affection. “i’m mesmerized by you.” “i want to show you how much i appreciate you,” you reply, your eyes locked with his. he promises to return the favor, making sure to worship you just as lovingly.
mingyu realizes your blowjob has turned into worship when your mouth moves slowly over every part of him. “you’re taking your time,” he comments, his voice husky. “i love it.” “gyu, your cock is my favorite. i love making you feel good.” he looks at you with adoration, “take your time, my love. i love watching you.”
seokmin finds your cock worship cute, but feels guilty because he can only think about fucking your face as you look at him with those lovingly eyes. “you’re perfect,” you murmur, kissing his length. “i love you so much.” “god, i just want to fuck your face,” he admits, his voice full of lust and really guilty. “but you’re so sweet...”
seungkwan smirks, though you can see the struggle in his eyes. “do you like that? you like to know how perfect your cock is,” you purr. he answers, his voice trembling, “you know i do, baby. keep talking like that, and i’ll show you just how much i love it.”
vernon’s cheeks are bright red as he bites his lip, trying to hold back a moan. he’s not sure how to react to this kind of attention. “oh, really?” he replies licking his lips. “keep talking, i love hearing you worship me.” he admits, struggling with the intense pleasure and your adoring words. he’s clearly having a hard time keeping it together.
chan teases you back at first, but when you say, “your cock always makes me feel so satisfied, chan. no other cock feels as good as yours.” he loses it. his head falls back, and he feels a knot in his stomach tightening “fuck,” he groans. “you’re going to make me cum just from talking, i can’t even think straight.”
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atzaurora · 5 months ago
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hello sofia💓 could you make ff about san give punishment to reader bcs she doesn't want to study, maybe overstimulation, orgasm denial, multiple orgasm, rough, multiple rounds until reader can't walk, big size san. pleaseee🥺🤏 tengkiuu
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[˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗] ℒ𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝐼𝒏 ℒ𝒖𝒔𝒕
❥ 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓: San
➤ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: fem!reader x bigd!san
➤ 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆: imagine (smut)
➤ 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑: dating
.ᐟ.ᐟ𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔.ᐟ.ᐟ: 18+/smut/suggestive content, MDNI!!! overstimulation, size kink, orgasm denial, multiple rounds, rough sex, f & m receiving, unprotected sex
➤ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Y/N needs to study but when she refuses, San decides to give her a long punishment...
➤ 𝒘/𝒄: 1.538
➤ 𝒂/𝒏: thank u sm for requesting!! I hope you like how it turned out (I apologise for any writing mistakes! I did not have time to review this till now) ^.^ I'm always open for requests and feedback and I'll try to get the stories done asap
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You sat in front of your desk, scrolling on your phone, not even paying any attention to the books in front of you. You had to study for work a lot in the past week, so you couldn't deal with it today.
San always tried to motivate you into studying and pushing you to do it, but today not even that got you started. You heard the front door shut and not a minute after, San stood in your doorframe.
"Hello, beautiful." He smiled at you, his dimples showing. "Hey! How are you?," you replied with the same smile, standing up from the chair and hugging him. "I'm good. Not much work to do today. What about you though? Did you study?"
The silence was loud enough to tell him that you definitely had not been studying. He let go of the hug, looking into your eyes with a stern look. "I told you to study." His gaze remained on you, while yours tried to avoid his intense look.
You shrugged your shoulders, turning around, so your back was facing him. "I know. I was just really not in the mood today." It was a poor excuse but you couldn't think of anything else in that moment.
He hummed at your reply, followed by his hand slapping your ass, making you yelp. "Well, don't you know what happens if you don't study, huh?" His voice was low as he spoke and his lips brushed against your neck. "I think you need to get punished, doll." You knew exactly what he meant and couldn't help but feel aroused.
His hands brushed against your waist, holding you and spinning you around. You looked up at him with wide doe eyes. He smiled a cheeky smile before connecting his lips with yours. He held your head with his hand, keeping you as close as possible.
He pulled you into him by your waist, making you gasp once you felt his hard erection press against your thigh. "Feel that, baby? Gonna fill you up nicely with all of that," he whispered, his breath hot against your face.
You swallowed hard, knowing he was not gonna let you cum, till he was done with you. He pushed you against the desk, lifting you up by your butt and placing you on top of the surface. Only now you realised how soaked your panties already were. But it seemed like he had also noticed.
He groaned when he pushed up your skirt, seeing your wet lingerie. "Fuck, look at that...my little whore is already so wet for my big cock, isn't she?" You bit your lip, nodding your head. He chuckled, moving his hands over your skirt until he stopped at the waistband.
San pulled your skirt down, lifting your hips up, so he could remove it fully. He hummed appreciatingly when he saw you were wearing his favourite pair of lace panties. "Look at that, all dressed up for me," he praised but immediately pulled the piece of clothing off of your cunt.
Your breath hitched when your now bare ass touched the cold surface of the table again. "San~ please, I need you," you moaned desperately for him. He only shook his head before undoing his belt eagerly. "I get that you want daddy to fill you up and fuck you dumb, but you do realise I still have to punish you," he reminded you, discarding his pants on the floor, the bulge in his boxers now even more visible.
"Y-yes, I know." Your voice trembled as he pulled his boxers down, his dick already leaking with pre cum. "Good. Now spread your legs for me, like the good slut you are." He took his length into his fist, pumping it up and down a few times before rubbing the tip on your entrance. You moaned, feeling him push all the way inside you.
You could feel him in your stomach and it hurt a little, but San didn't care. He started rocking his hips back and forth immediately, giving you no time to adjust. You whimpered and gripped the table hard. "Come on, you can take it, doll," he grunted, his eyes rolling back with pleasure.
You moaned again, trying to adjust to the feeling. He thrusted faster and harder, making the table underneath you hit the wall with each movement. After a few more thrusts, you felt arousal building up in you. You clenched around San's thick cock, alerting him, you were close.
"Hold it," he simply said, adding his hand to your heat and rubbing circles on your sensitive bud. You whimpered again, trying your best to not cum. This was his way of punishing you and it was definitely working. Other than you, San didn't try to hold anything. He continued to rut into you and it didn't take long until you felt his hot cum pool into you.
He groaned, throwing his head back and slipped out of you. "Good girl. Taking all of it like a good slut." His fingers ran across your aching core, collecting some of the cum that was leaking out.
Without any warning he pushed his length back into you, not letting any of his seed fully run out of your hole and he began rolling his hips into you once more. Your eyes rolled back, feeling the fullness of his cock again. The two of his fingers he had coated in his cum, now went up and into your mouth, making you taste him.
He watched you closely as you sucked off his fingers, brows furrowed with satisfaction. "That's right, suck them off. I taste good, don't I, sweetheart?," he questioned you, even though there was only one right answer you could give him. "Yes, you taste so delicious." Drool ran down your chin after he released his fingers out of your mouth.
He was still thrusting his hips forward, making your back arch. His strong arms wrapped around your thighs, staying inside you, while he picked you up and carried you onto the bed. He then flipped you over, taking you from behind while occasionally slapping your ass, watching it recoil. Every time he did that it made you yelp and it became harder over time not to cum around his big cock.
"Gonna fill you up again, princes. You like that a lot, mhm?" The question was rather a statement than an actual question, yet you still answered with a shaky "yes". And just like he said, he filled you up a second time, his cum shooting into you, making you see stars. You fell forward into the sheets, your legs trembling from the overstimulation.
San wrapped his hand around your collar firmly, but not enough to choke you. "Are you already fucked out, huh? This is what you get if you don't study, love," he whispered into your ear from behind, his toned body pressed up against your back. You sighed with relief when you felt him slip out of you slowly, only to whimper once he pushed into you again.
He turned you around, the two of you facing each other again and sat you on top of his lap. "You wanna cum, don't you?" You nodded heavily in response, hoping he would let you this time. "Fine. Work for it and you can cum," he spoke with a grin, looking up at your figure.
By 'working for it' he simply meant you had to do all of the movement, while sitting on top of him, riding him. So you began to move your hips, rocking back and forth on his dick. You groaned, the familiar pleasure building up again but accompanied with a bit of pain which came from your legs. San had worn you out so much, it was hard to ride him now.
He threw his head back, grabbing your hips tightly as he watched you bounce on him. His hands snuck up your back, unclasping your bra and taking it off of you. He hadn't done it earlier, too occupied with rutting into you, but now that you were on top of him, he wanted to see all of you.
He massaged your breast, pinching your hardened nipples and began swirling his tongue around them. You almost lost it right there but tried to continue moving your hips. "Ah~ San, my legs— I can't," you mumble in a haze. He shook his head, gripping your ass and helping you move your body. "You can do it. Just a little more, come on." He pushed you to go further, your legs shaking and sweat glistening on your forehead.
You could feel his dick twitch inside of you and you couldn't hold it any more. Your eyes rolled back and with a satisfied moan you finally got to release around him. Your juices spilled around his length, mixing with his previous cum.
San kissed your forehead, thrusting his hips into you a few more times and releasing himself into you for the last time for today. He panted heavily, stroking your back as you collapsed onto him, trying to catch your breath. "That felt good, didn't it?" He kissed your hair softly. "Yeah, it did."
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novaursa · 5 months ago
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Skyfall
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- Summary: Baela and you chase after Cole and his men. You fall from the sky straight into Gwayne's arms. Literally.
- Pairing: targ!reader/Gwayne Hightower
- Note: reader is referred to as Y/N and is Rhaenyra's younger sister. The reader is also bonded with Silverwing. For more parts, and if you want to read this in chronological order check my blog. The list is pinned to the top.
- Rating: Explicit 18+
- Word count: 2 997
- Tag(s): @deniixlovezelda @duck-duck-goose2 @aadu2173 @sachaa-ff
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The woods blur past as you cling to Silverwing's saddle, the thrill of the chase coursing through your veins. Baela and Moondancer had led the initial pursuit, their swift movements through the sky like arrows seeking their target. But now, it’s you and Silverwing against the fading light, and the dense canopy below.
"Go on, Baela! I’ll take it from here!" you shout, your voice mingling with the rush of wind.
Baela gives you a quick, sharp nod before veering off, her focus shifting elsewhere. You and Silverwing dive, the leaves slapping at you like an annoyed housemaid. 
"Alright, girl," you murmur to Silverwing, "let's show them what we’ve got."
Your dragon roars in agreement, her silvery scales glinting in the dying sunlight as you plummet into the forest. The branches are closer now, snapping past you, some grazing your armor, others too thick to avoid.
You laugh, the exhilaration of danger making your heart race. "Just a bit further!"
But Silverwing, despite her grace, is a creature of the sky, not the woods. A particularly thick branch catches you off guard, striking your side. You gasp, losing your grip. Silverwing tries to stabilize, but it’s too late.
"Y/N!" you hear someone shout, but the world spins as you tumble through the air, your body crashing through the foliage.
The ground rushes up to meet you, but instead of the hard earth, you find yourself landing against something softer and warmer. There’s a grunt, a thud, and then silence.
You blink, trying to regain your senses. Your eyes meet a pair of very familiar ones, wide with shock and framed by a mess of light auburn hair.
"Ser Gwayne?" you manage to say, your voice breathless. The realization hits you both at the same time – you’ve landed right in his arms, sending him off his horse. He’s on his back, staring up at you with a mix of surprise and amusement.
"Princess Y/N," he says, a slow grin spreading across his face despite the circumstances. "This is a rather unconventional way to reunite."
You quickly scramble off him, cheeks flushing. "I didn’t plan it this way, trust me."
Gwayne gets to his feet, offering you a hand. "I’d say you’re getting better at making dramatic entrances."
Before you can retort, the surrounding knights, led by Criston Cole, converge on you, their expressions a mix of shock and suspicion.
"Well, well," Criston says, eyeing you warily, "looks like we’ve caught ourselves a dragon princess."
You roll your eyes, dusting off your clothes. "Congratulations. Do I get a prize for being the most unexpected guest?"
Gwayne stifles a laugh, earning a sharp glance from Criston. "Secure her," Criston commands. "We can’t risk her getting away."
Gwayne steps closer, his eyes softening slightly. "I’ll take care of it."
You meet his gaze, something unspoken passing between you. He had been your suitor once, and now here you are, on opposite sides of a conflict neither of you had asked for.
"Try not to tie the ropes too tight, will you?" you quip, trying to lighten the mood. "I bruise easily."
He smirks, giving you a look that says he remembers more than he lets on. "I’ll do my best, Princess."
As the knights surround you, Silverwing roars above, finally breaking free from the canopy and circling protectively. The men look up nervously, but you know Silverwing won’t attack without your command.
"Easy, girl," you call up to her. "I’m fine."
Gwayne’s touch is gentle as he secures your hands, his fingers brushing against your skin longer than necessary. "We’ll keep you safe," he murmurs, so only you can hear. "I promise."
You nod, a mixture of gratitude and sadness filling your heart. "I know."
And so, surrounded by enemies and yet strangely comforted by an old friend, you find yourself a captive – but one who is far from defeated.
The knights form a loose circle around you as they lead you through the woods, heading in the direction of Duskendale. Silverwing continues to circle overhead, her shadow passing over the treetops, a constant reminder of the power you still wield, even as a captive.
"Call off your dragon, Princess," Criston Cole demands, his tone clipped with irritation. "We don’t need her burning the forest down around us."
You meet his gaze with a steady one of your own. "That’s not how it works, Ser Criston. Silverwing follows her own instincts. I can’t just call her off like a hunting hound."
Criston grunts, clearly dissatisfied with your answer, but he says nothing more, focusing on leading the group forward.
Gwayne stays close to your side, his presence a strange mix of comforting and disconcerting. You glance at him, catching the hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips.
"Unfortunate, isn’t it?" he says after a moment, his voice low enough for only you to hear. "Your late father never approved of our match."
You give a dry laugh, shaking your head. "Probably for the better. I don’t fancy being locked up in a tower all my life."
Gwayne’s smile widens, genuine amusement in his eyes. "You think I’d lock you up in a tower? You clearly have no idea what kind of husband I would have been."
You raise an eyebrow, intrigued despite yourself. "Oh? And what kind of husband would you have been, Ser Gwayne?"
"The kind who knows better than to try to change a dragon," he replies, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Besides, I value my life too much to cage something as fierce as you."
You chuckle softly, but the humor is short-lived as reality sinks in. "And yet, here we are. I’m chained, a captive to be killed or used as leverage against my sister."
Gwayne’s expression sobers, his eyes reflecting a mix of regret and resolve. "I wish it were different, Y/N. But these are the times we live in."
You sigh, looking up at Silverwing still soaring above. "Do you ever wonder, Gwayne, what might have been? If things had gone differently?"
He nods slowly, his gaze distant for a moment. "Every day. But wishing for the past won’t change the present. We can only deal with what’s in front of us."
"And what’s in front of us is a forest full of angry knights and a war that doesn’t seem to have an end," you say, a touch of bitterness in your voice.
Gwayne gives a soft laugh, the sound almost comforting. "At least you still have your sense of humor. It’s one of the things I’ve always admired about you."
You glance at him, surprised by his honesty. "And here I thought you only admired my dragon."
He smirks, shaking his head. "Silverwing is impressive, yes. But she’s nothing compared to you."
The compliment catches you off guard, and for a moment, you don’t know what to say. The knights continue to lead you through the forest, their voices a distant hum as you walk beside Gwayne, the man who once might have been your husband.
The journey to Duskendale stretches ahead, uncertain and fraught with danger. But for now, at least, you have an ally by your side, even if he is also your captor. And in these uncertain times, that might be the closest thing to hope you have.
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The sky darkens as Criston Cole’s men set up camp, the forest growing quieter as the night settles in. You’re confined to a tent, albeit a comfortable one, considering your status as a prisoner. The air inside is warm, lit by a single lantern casting flickering shadows on the canvas walls.
You sit on a makeshift bed, your thoughts drifting between your current predicament and the distant roar of Silverwing, a constant reminder of your connection to the skies above. The flap of the tent rustles, and Gwayne steps inside, his expression unreadable.
"Comfortable?" he asks, his tone casual but his eyes searching.
You give him a wry smile. "As comfortable as one can be in captivity."
He chuckles softly, stepping closer. "Could be worse. Criston wanted to keep you in chains outside, but I insisted on more... humane accommodations."
You raise an eyebrow. "And why is that, Ser Gwayne? Still holding a soft spot for me?"
He sits down beside you, his proximity sending a shiver down your spine. "Maybe I am. Or maybe I just know how to keep a dragon content without a fight."
You roll your eyes, but the corners of your mouth lift in a reluctant smile. "Still think you can tame me?"
Gwayne’s gaze locks onto yours, intense and unwavering. "I never wanted to tame you, Y/N. I wanted to be beside you, as equals."
The sincerity in his voice catches you off guard, and for a moment, the tension between you softens. You reach out, your fingers brushing against his. "And yet here we are, on opposite sides of a war."
"War or no war, some things don’t change," he murmurs, his hand wrapping around yours.
The air between you shifts, charged with unspoken words and lingering desires. Before you can second-guess yourself, you lean in, capturing his lips with yours. The kiss is urgent, fueled by the months of separation and the fear of an uncertain future.
Gwayne responds with equal fervor, his hands moving to release the binds on your wrists. As the ropes fall away, you bring your hands up to his chest, pulling him closer. His fingers fumble with the laces of your dragon riding attire, and you do the same with his armor, the urgency of your movements reflecting the intensity of your emotions.
"I missed this," he breathes against your lips, his hands sliding over your skin. "I missed you."
You shiver at his words, your own hands trembling as you help him undress. "I missed you too, Gwayne."
Clothing discarded, you pull him down onto the bed, your bodies pressed together in a desperate embrace. The warmth of his skin against yours is intoxicating, each touch sending sparks of desire through you.
Gwayne moves with practiced urgency, his hands guiding your hips as he enters you. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of relief and need that leaves you gasping. "Y/N," he groans, his forehead resting against yours. "I need you."
You wrap your legs around him, urging him deeper. "Then take me," you whisper, your voice trembling with emotion.
Your movements become frantic, each thrust driving you closer to the edge. The world outside the tent fades away, leaving only the two of you, lost in each other. Your breath mingles with his, your bodies moving in perfect sync.
As you reach your peak, Silverwing's roar echoes above, a wild and powerful sound that mirrors the intensity of your release. You cling to Gwayne, your nails digging into his back as you ride out the waves of pleasure together.
For a moment, time stands still, the only sound your ragged breathing and the distant rumble of your dragon. Gwayne collapses beside you, his arms still wrapped around you, holding you close.
"I love you," he murmurs against your hair, his voice raw with emotion. "No matter what happens, remember that."
You press a kiss to his chest, your own heart aching with the weight of your situation. "I love you too, Gwayne."
In the quiet aftermath, you find solace in each other's arms, knowing that whatever the future holds, this moment is yours and yours alone.
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The next day dawns gray and heavy with tension. Criston Cole is restless, urging his men to pack up and prepare for the march to Duskendale. You watch from the confines of your tent, the memory of the previous night with Gwayne still fresh in your mind, a bittersweet ache in your chest.
Silverwing circles above, her presence a constant reminder of your strength and the bond you share. Gwayne catches your eye from across the camp, and you see a flicker of resolve in his gaze. He looks up at Silverwing and then back at you, subtly nodding—a signal.
Your heart races as you understand his unspoken message. It’s now or never.
You take a deep breath, steadying yourself. As Criston and his men begin to move, you seize the moment. "Now," you whisper to yourself, breaking into a run.
Chaos erupts around you as Gwayne shouts, "Stop her!" But instead of joining the chase, he tackles Criston Cole to the ground, his body crashing into the other knight with surprising force.
Criston snarls, struggling under Gwayne's weight. "Hightower! What are you doing?"
"Giving her a fighting chance," Gwayne growls, pinning Criston down. "Get out of here, Y/N!"
The soldiers around you hesitate, torn between their orders and the unexpected fight unfolding between their leaders. Their momentary confusion is all the opportunity you need. You sprint towards the edge of the camp, your eyes fixed on Silverwing above.
"Come on, girl!" you shout, waving your arms. Silverwing roars in response, descending swiftly and landing with a thunderous impact.
You reach her just as the soldiers begin to recover from their shock. Hands grab at you, but you twist away, your foot finding purchase on Silverwing’s saddle. With practiced ease, you haul yourself up, securing the straps around your legs.
Silverwing launches into the air, her powerful wings beating the ground, sending dust and leaves swirling. Below, Gwayne glances up, meeting your eyes one last time. In that fleeting moment, a promise passes between you—a promise of love, loyalty, and hope for a future that might still be yours.
"Go!" Gwayne shouts, struggling to his feet as Criston shoves him off. "Fly, Y/N!"
You nod, your throat tight with emotion. "Thank you, Gwayne."
With a final roar, Silverwing rises above the treetops, carrying you away from the camp and towards freedom. The wind whips through your hair as you steer her towards Dragonstone, the ache in your chest both a reminder of your captivity and the bond that now holds you and Gwayne together, despite the distance and the war.
As you fly, you cast one last look back, seeing Gwayne standing tall amidst the chaos, his eyes following you until you disappear into the horizon. It’s a silent vow that this isn’t the end—that you will find each other again.
For now, you focus on the path ahead, the promise of Dragonstone and the fight for your family fueling your determination. Silverwing’s powerful wings carry you onwards, each beat a testament to your resilience and the unbreakable devotion that ties you to those you love.
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As Silverwing's silhouette fades into the distance, Gwayne braces himself for the inevitable confrontation. Criston Cole stands, brushing off the dirt from his armor, his eyes blazing with fury. The camp buzzes with confusion and tension, soldiers whispering and exchanging uneasy glances.
Cole's voice cuts through the murmurs like a knife. "What in the seven hells were you thinking, Hightower?"
Gwayne straightens, meeting Criston's glare with unwavering resolve. "I did what I thought was right."
Criston's nostrils flare, and he steps closer, his voice low and dangerous. "You let a valuable prisoner escape. Rhaenyra’s sister, no less. Do you have any idea what this means for us?"
"I do," Gwayne replies calmly. "But I also know what it means to treat people with honor. She wasn’t some bargaining chip to be used at will."
Cole’s eyes narrow, and he steps forward, closing the distance between them until they are almost nose to nose. "Honor? This is war, Gwayne. Honor gets you killed."
"Maybe," Gwayne retorts, his voice steady. "But it also makes you worth remembering. Y/N is no ordinary prisoner. She’s a dragon rider, a princess. Treating her like a common captive would only fuel more hatred and violence."
Criston shakes his head, incredulous. "You’re a fool if you think she’ll spare us any mercy. The moment she’s back with Rhaenyra, she’ll come for our heads."
Gwayne squares his shoulders, refusing to back down. "Perhaps. But at least I can live with myself knowing I didn’t betray everything we once stood for. We were knights of honor once, Criston. Have you forgotten that?"
Criston’s face contorts with rage, and for a moment, Gwayne thinks he might draw his sword. Instead, Criston takes a deep breath, visibly struggling to control his temper. "You’ve jeopardized our mission, and for what? Sentiment?"
Gwayne holds his ground, his voice unwavering. "For what’s right. You may not understand now, but one day, you might."
Criston’s eyes flash with a mix of anger and something else—perhaps a flicker of respect and understanding. "This isn't over, Gwayne. Not by a long shot. You’ll answer for this."
"I already have," Gwayne says quietly. "And I’m prepared to face the consequences."
Criston turns away, signaling for the camp to resume its activities. "Get ready to move out!" he barks to the soldiers. "We’ve wasted enough time here."
As the camp stirs back into motion, Gwayne watches, his mind replaying the look in Y/N’s eyes as she flew to freedom. Despite the threat of retribution hanging over him, he feels a strange sense of peace. He has made his choice, and he would make it again a hundred times over.
One of the soldiers approaches, hesitant. "Ser Gwayne, what should we do now?"
Gwayne sighs, feeling the weight of his decision settling on his shoulders. "We follow orders," he says, his voice firm. "We march to Duskendale and prepare for what comes next."
As the camp prepares to move, Gwayne allows himself a moment of reflection. He finds strength in the memory of Y/N’s freedom and the promise they silently shared.
Whatever the future holds, he will face it with the knowledge that he did what was right—not just for himself, but for the woman he loves and the honor he still believes in.
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thenickgirl · 2 months ago
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TAKE IT OUT ON ME
bf!nick x male!reader
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summary: in which Nick takes his frustrations out on reader
type: fic ✩ genre: smut ✩ pov: reader’s ✩ word count: 2.1K
warnings: use of y/n, use of 👀…the d word, swearing, oral and anal sex, degradation, hair pulling, rimming, fingering, spitting, edging if you squint, choking, slapping (DNI if you’re uncomfortable), top!nick x bottom!reader
a/n: good evening, whores (affectionate)! saurrr if you know me, then you know that i’m a bottom nick stan for life. the simple thought of him riding a nice big dick is what brings me joy every day lmao. that being said, top nick is so foreign to me, but i wanted to take a risk for all my nick boys that i love so much. i have to give a huge shoutout to queen ki, @nickssidewitch, she knows why 😉. y’all this fr had me clenching my thighs so tight, god men are so fucking lucky ffs. i’m so nervous about this, i really hope you all enjoy it. i’ll be having a very cold shower now, byeeee 👋🏾. happy reading! ✩
‘Sometimes I don’t mind you
havin’ the worst day’
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“Fucking BITCH!” You hear Nick yell from upstairs as you enter your home, along with things being slammed on the floor. You sigh, leaving your shoes by the door, before coming up the steps. You place your bag down on the couch as you make your way to the bedroom. You stood by the door, leaning your shoulder against the frame, watching him.
Nick was swearing under his breath, picking up the items he’d thrown across the room, not even noticing your presence. You take in his appearance; his shirt almost cropped from how small it was, his hair completely disheveled from tugging at it in frustration, the way his tattooed arms flexed as he clenched his fists, all while his blue fresh love sweats hung dangerously low on his hips. You bit your lip, the sight of him turning you on so much, you could feel yourself growing harder by the second as your eyes continue to scan his body.
“What are you looking at?” he gripes, snapping you out of your apparent trance. His piercing blue eyes lock with yours, eyebrows furrowing, and suddenly you feel a warmth in your cheeks.
“H-Huh?” you stutter in defeat, unable to form a full sentence at that moment.
“Are you deaf?” he replies sternly, stepping closer to you.
“Bad day, huh?” you ask nervously, biting the inside of your cheek, not really wanting to set him off more than he already is.
“Something like that,” he starts, rubbing his eyes before pacing the floor in front of me.
“There’s no fucking audio on the video, and we have nothing else to post for tomorrow. I have to decide on the new flavors for the next drop, but I don't like any of them, and I can’t think of any new ones for the life of me. I can’t find either of my fucking glasses, and you know I can’t see for shit. I’m so frustrated, I don’t know what to do” he lets out a sigh, running his fingers through his hair.
You honestly felt bad for the brunette man in front of you, he’s overworked and certainly under appreciated. Yet, you couldn’t help finding him so god damn sexy in this disgruntled state. You open your mouth to speak before closing it, biting on your lip as you think of what you’re about to say next. You wanted nothing more than to be supportive, but all you could think about right now was being under him.
“I’m so sorry, baby, that sounds like an awful day,” you pout, pulling him closer by the waistband of his sweats.
“Why don’t you let out some of that frustration on me, hm?” you grin, looking up at him with lust in your eyes.
Nick licks his lips as his eyes darken at your proposition, “Oh yeah, gonna let me take it out on you, pretty boy? Be my little fucktoy tonight?” he smirks, grabbing you by the waist, your bodies flushed against each other, and you gasp. You can feel how hard he’s getting already.
“Use me however you want,” you offer, a submissive smile playing on your lips.
“Such an eager little slut for me, I think I'll take you up on that offer,” his voice dripped with lust.
He leans down, the warmth of his breath tickling your ear as he whispers, “On your knees. Now.” He commands, and you drop to your knees without hesitation.
“So pretty, but…” he trails off, running his thumb across your bottom lip, and you wrap your lips around it, sucking gently, “You’ll look even better when you’re gagging on this dick,” he continues, smirking.
He pulls his thumb away with a pop, before hooking his fingers inside the waistband of his sweats, pulling them and his underwear off in one swift motion. His hard cock springs free, and you let out a stifled moan, your mouth watering at the sight of it. It was so big, you became lost in thought, you could hardly wait to have it buried inside you.
“It’s not polite to stare, you know,” he says, before grabbing a fistful of your hair, pushing your face towards his length.
“Suck it, and don’t even fucking think about teasing, or you’ll regret it” he threatens, as you reach to grab his cock in your hand, but it gets smacked away.
“No hands,” he demands, and you nod, looking up at him before taking him in your mouth.
He groans at the warm feeling of your mouth around him. You began moving your head back and forth, sucking hard on his shaft. “Shit,” he moans, biting hard on his bottom lip, and your eyes locked with his. The way he was reacting to you made your cock twitch. He pushes your head down further, and you relax your throat. He bucks his hips, his fist still tangled in your hair as he fucks your throat.
“God, I love your fucking mouth,” Nick moans, as he continues. You start to gag around him, and his body trembles at the sound. He can feel his release starting to build.
“Not yet,” he says, as he pulls you off of him. You gasp, inhaling deeply, as you finally catch your breath.
He helps you up, grabbing you by the waist before crashing his lips against yours. He grabs the hem of your shirt, lifting it up, and you break the kiss to help him pull it off. He removes his own shirt quickly, and before you knew it, your back was being pressed against the mattress, as his broad frame hovered over you. He starts kissing your neck, sucking, and biting at your skin. His tongue smoothing over each mark he creates, and you whine.
“Nick…” you moan softly, squirming beneath him.
“So fucking needy,” he chuckles. He kisses along your chest, his warm tongue flicking one of your nipples as he rolls the other in between his fingers. You moan, your back arching into his touch. His lips trail down to your abdomen, leaving wet kisses until he reaches the waistband of your pants. He palms you through your jeans, before undoing them, pulling them down along with your boxers. You lift your hips to help him take them off, and your cock springs free.
“This all for me?” Nick teases.
He flips you over onto your stomach, grabbing you by the hips, and lifting you up onto your knees so you’re bent over in front of him, and he lets out a low groan. He smacks your ass, then squeezes it, and you let out a soft moan.
“Please…” you whimper, pushing your ass against him.
“Begging will get you everywhere, darling,” Nick says smirking, as his large hands spread your cheeks. He leans down, licking a strip from your balls to your hole, and you gasp at feeling. His tongue laps at your entrance, his hands rubbing, and massaging your ass cheeks.
“Mmph fuck,” you moan, biting hard on your lip. His tongue draws circles around your hole, before sliding in. “Ohh my god,” you moan out, your back arching even more as you bury your face in the sheets. He continues to eat you out, licking and sucking at your hole, his tongue darting in and out rapidly.
He pulls back after a few minutes, smacking your ass once more before reaching over towards the nightstand to grab a bottle of lube. He squeezes some out on his fingers, then applies it. He slides one finger inside you, pumping in and out slowly. His aching cock throbs at the squelching sound. He slides in another, this time pumping faster, and you moan, pushing back against his hand.
“You’re so fucking pathetic,” He teases, smacking your ass again before sliding in a third finger. He pumps his digits in and out, spreading them every so often, stretching you, as you moan over and over.
“I need you so bad, daddy, please…” you whine desperately, sending chills down his spine, and he groans. He pulls his fingers from you, before lining himself at your entrance. Before you can even say another word, he slams his length into you. Not even giving you time to adjust, his hips snap against you at a steady pace.
“So tight,” he whispers, both hands gripping your hips, holding you in place as he thrusts into you. Your moans fill the room as your fingers tangle in the sheets. He starts fucking you harder, grabbing you by your hair, pulling it as he pounds into you over and over.
“God, y/n, you feel fucking amazing,” he moans, as he continues to drill into you. The head of his cock repeatedly hits your prostate, and your body shudders. You reach down, taking your length in your hand, stroking it. The pleasure intensifies as you teeter closer to the edge.
“Ohh fuck, I’m so close,” you pant, feeling that familiar knot in your stomach, and suddenly he pulls out. You open your mouth to protest, until you’re being flipped onto your back once again, and you gasp at the sudden change in position.
“I wanna see your face when you cum for me,” he says, before slamming into you again. Taking one of your legs, and placing it over his shoulder, giving him deeper access. You moan, as he gains a steady rhythm. His fingers play with your nipples, the immense pleasure making your back arch into his touch.
“Nick Nick Nick,” you moan his name over and over, as he fucks you senseless.
“That’s it, baby,” he smirks, “You’re taking me so well, like a good little slut,” he praises, degradingly. He trails one of his hands to your throat, squeezing lightly as he deepens his strokes.
“Nghhh fuck, it feels so good,” you gasp, your hands gripping the sheets once again.
“You love it when I get angry, don’t you? It turns you on to see me so frustrated? ‘Cause you know you’ll get fucked like this?” Nick asks, his hand still wrapped around your throat, as he’s balls deep inside you. You whimper in response, his length hitting your sweet spot so perfectly, making your brain foggy.
“Aw, so drunk on my cock he can’t speak,” he starts, “Answer me.” He demands, as the palm of his hand connects with your cheek, and you let out a small gasp, biting hard on your lip from how aroused it made you.
“Y-yes, it turns me on s-so much, daddy. Love when you f-fuck me like this,” you whimper, looking at him, your eyes locking with his. You open your mouth, your tongue sticking out, and he spits in it. You moan, swallowing it down, and a lustful growl escapes his lips.
“Fuck, you drive me insane,” he groans, taking your leg down from his shoulder before he leans in, kissing you hungrily. You moan in between the kiss, and he slides his tongue into your mouth. He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down to your neck, sucking at your skin, as hips continue to snap against you, each thrust deeper than the last.
“Mm fuck, don’t stop. Please don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you let out a desperate whimper, your eyes rolling back, as he continues his movements, picking up his pace. You feel your release start to build again, your body trembling.
“You’re shaking, baby. You gonna cum for me?” Nick whispered in your ear, before biting it.
“Y-Yes, I’m so close,” you moan, the knot in your stomach seconds from coming undone.
“I don’t remember you asking,” he teases, slowing down his pace, and you whine, your hips bucking up trying to gain more friction.
“I need to cum so bad, please. Please, I wanna cum for you,” you plead, rolling your hips against him. He takes his hand, and wraps it around your throbbing cock, stroking slowly.
“Make a mess, baby,” he encourages, his hand moving rapidly on your cock, as he starts to thrust into you again.
“Ohh, oh fuck,” you let out a stifled moan, as you cum all over your abdomen. Nick continues to fuck you through your orgasm, as he chases his own.
“Shit y/n,” he moans your name, his body stuttering as he cums inside you.
He collapses on top of you, panting, and you chuckle, running your fingers through his now damp hair. He pecks at your shoulder softly, before pulling out, and rolling off of you. Instinctively, he pulls you to his side, and you rest your head on his chest.
“Thank you, baby, for ‘helping’ me out,” he jokes, his fingers doing air quotes, before placing a kiss on your forehead.
“I’m always happy to help. Especially, if it’s gonna turn out that good,” you tease, and you both laugh.
“Come on, let’s get cleaned up,” he suggests, before sitting up, and getting out of bed.
“And can you pleaseee help find my glasses?” he asks, helping you out of bed, and you chuckle, shaking your head.
“Babe, they’re on the living room table,” you say, giggling.
Nick’s eyes widened, “WHAT?!”
✎ signed,
𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝒸���� 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 ✩
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a/n: ahhhh! i hope you enjoyed this. it was such a challenge for me, i’d been working on it for literal months, not kidding. saurrr, it’ll probably be a minute before top!nick makes another appearance, hope this helps! 💋
dividers by: @/cafekitsune @/adornedwithlight
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politemenacephd · 1 year ago
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Stress Relief (18+)
Miguel O'Hara X GN!Reader Content: Heavy Daddy Kink, Mild degradation, Workplace sex, Spanking, PinV sex, Size Kink, Mild Breeding kink, Creampie
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Notes: (No gendered terms are used for reader and there's no mention of characteristics, but vaginal terminology is used so be aware!!) forgive me I'm just a little feral rn lol
‘Mm- f-fuck, Mig—’
‘Shh, shh.’
Miguel’s sharp rebuttal made you pout, but the feeling of his fat cock stretching you out quickly humbled you once more. You bit your lip as he continued to rail your body into his desk.
‘Come on, one more.'
‘F-Fuck—daddy.’
You felt your face burning as you offered up that sweet gratification, and he rewarded you with a sharp smack to your bare ass. You felt him grunt with pleasure as it bounced against his calloused hand.
‘Así así, mm- tu pucha está mojadita' he murmured, more to himself than to you.'
You were bent over his work desk which he had hovering in the air, offering just the barest semblance of privacy for your little fuckfest. You’d only come in to give him some paperwork from Jess. Now he was balls deep inside you with your waist in his grip, his fingers barely an inch away from squeezing your little ribs to dust.
You knew he must be stressed, because he hadn’t even bothered to fully undress either you or himself. He’d phased away the part of his suit covering his cock the moment he had you over his knee, and while he'd remained patient enough to slip your clothes aside he'd then immediately riped a hole in your panties to get what he wanted.
You could still feel them there, sopping wet and tight around your ass and lips, utterly spoiled by the copious slick he was pumping out of you with each thrust.
‘You like that, huh?’
‘Mm- so, so good—’
‘You like daddy’s cock?’
You involuntarily squirted as he angled his shaft deep, your translucent slick left hanging in strings between your pussy and his pelvis. The clap of his skin on your rear was now resoundingly wet, the debaucherous sounds echoing in his giant office.
‘Fuck- I’m gonna have to clean my suit’ Miguel grunted. You whimpered, thinking at first that you’d somehow displeased him, but then a low groan vibrated through his chest. His clawed hand came down hard on your right ass cheek, his palm leaving a large and distinct red mark. The sting made you squirm.
‘So fuckin’ dirty, huh?’ he panted. You could hear the gratification in his voice, so husky and deep.
‘Someone’s—MM—Someone’s gonna hear that’ you whimpered. If Miguel heard you, he didn’t indicate it, as he refused to slow down.
He was pussy drunk beyond reason. He didn’t care if he got caught.
‘Say it again’ he barked. A fresh slap to your ass caused it to jiggle, and before you could even finish moaning he’d used both hands to spread your cheeks wide. Your feet scrabbled at the floor with each toe-curling insertion, each sopping wet thop of his cock as it filled you.
‘F-FF—Daddy, fuck—’
‘Mm. Again.’
He was being merciless today. You could barely get the words out as he thrust you against the cold metal desk.
‘D—mm- da—dadd—daddy—’
‘Again.’
You felt him throb and you clenched him right back. You felt every inch of his shaft as it pulsed, every vein and every contour now imprinted on the velvety walls of your cunt. You knew he’d already painted your cervix with his pre-cum, like a fingerprint pressed onto your insides.
‘Please, daddy, more’ you begged.
You squeaked as he suddenly lifted your thigh up and onto the desk. The metal was cold on your bare skin. He bent your back and arched inside as deep as he could, filling you with a virile mixture of pleasure and pain in your core. He was thrusting right up to the navel.
‘F-FUCK—’
You had to bite your hand to muffle your wet little moans, but Miguel was merciless. He reached around and gripped your neck as he pulled you taut, his pace quickening as he started to pump you to completion.
‘That’s it, mm- fuck, that’s it, so god damn tight, so—’
‘Hey! Miguel!’
Your eyes widened in horror as a voice echoed up from the floor of his office. They widened even further when Miguel refused to stop.
‘I’M BUSY!’ he snapped back, his voice rising to mask how breathless he was.
Miguel’s hand went smoothly from your neck to your mouth, helping to muffle your pathetic mewling from being heard. Thank god he had because he chose that moment to slide back against your g-spot, right as his balls started smacking your clit. You squirted in silence for a third time.
On this occasion, you felt Miguel take notice. He slid his hand down to where your skin met and covered his claws in your slick, letting it drip between his digits as he held them up.
You heard something wet, and as you tilted your head you realized he was licking it off his fingers.
‘Oh, uh- sorry! Just—we need your help with something!’ the voice called for a second time. You heard Miguel’s fangs clack.
‘I SAID IM BUSY!’ he snapped back down, his voice carrying a certain gruff bark to it this time around.
You could feel the sweat on his thighs as they clapped your bare legs. His thighs were huge, sculpted and hard just like the rest of him. You knew he could break your back if he wanted. Good thing right now he just wanted your pussy.
‘Oh, uh- okay! Sorry, I’ll- catch you up later!’
You heaved a silent sigh of relief, but it was short lived. The moment the intruders footsteps had echoed into nothing Miguel let out a vicious grunt, and soon your body was being pounded into the desk once more.
‘Alright, come on, time to let daddy finish’ Miguel groaned. You could feel him humping to completion, his cock fucking you raw. You barely stopped yourself from screaming.
‘Say it’ he ordered.
‘Daddy!’
‘More.’
‘Daddy, fuck—’
Your soft moans filled the room with the clap of his thrusts. Your whole body was bouncing now.
‘Come on, that’s it. You wanna make me a daddy for real?’ he breathlessly teased.
In a flood of dumb pleasure your cunt clenched him tight, so tight that his knees almost gave out.
‘MM—Fuck, please, yes daddy, please!’ you cried.
That was enough for him. His claws sprang out and dug into your waist as he emptied himself out, his cock pulsing load after load of thick, white seed into your pussy. It was almost scary how much he managed to fill you with. You could feel it squishing, oozing, thick and heavy inside you, warm and wet as it dribbled down your thigh before he even pulled out.
The moment he was spent he pulled out and immediately phased his suit back on. He tried to help you by pulling your panties back over, but they were ruined. They’d been ripped by the friction and served just to hang there all pretty over your creamy little hole. You could sense him admiring the view.
‘Good, well done’ he praised in his usual stilted way. He put a hand on your head and gently scratched at your scalp with his claws. You barely even noticed; you were trying not to collapse as your legs shook.
‘You did good. Now uh- go clean up for me baby, okay?'
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97linelover · 7 months ago
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don´t treat me like a baby - Kim Mingyu
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18+ / mdi
summary: Being the only Daughter in the Choi Family made you Precious. What if your Dad hires Kim Mingyu as your Bodyguard.
And what if you develop a huge crush on him?
content: Bodyguard Mingyu x Rich Reader, angst, fluff, love, fight, both are stupid and stubborn.
wc: 3.6 k
a/n: I saw this picture and I need to write a Bodyguard Gyu FF. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do.
You lived in a world where wealth was normal, where the rich people made fun of the poor, and where the poor did not have anything to say.
You hated this lifestyle; you worked as a volunteer in an orphanage; and you donated to many different things.  But carrying the name Choi was your biggest burden; everywhere you went, you were always the daughter of. 
You loved your family; they gave you everything they could, but sometimes you just wanted to be normal. 
"Y/N?" Your father's voice echoed through your office. "Yes, Dad?" You got up, your heels clicking against the marble floor. 
"I want you to meet someone," he said, opening the door, followed by an unknown man. You smiled politely. "Y/N, this is Kim Mingyu, Mingyu; this is my beautiful daughter." The man shook your hand. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Choi," he said politely. 
"The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Kim," you answered while sitting back down. "So what owes me the pleasure?" You leaned your head on your hand. 
"Mr. Ko won't be guarding you anymore since his Wife just gave birth, so from now on he will be your bodyguard," your dad said with a stern voice. "He will have a spare bedroom in the house so that he is never that far away." You looked at the handsome guard and nodded. 
"Alright, when does he start?" You crossed your legs, and you saw how his gaze fell onto your legs. 
"Right now, I talked to him about the important things, and he is ready." Your dad nodded at him and left the room. 
"I will wait in front of your office, Ms. Choi," he said again. "Alright, I'll be meeting Deborah for dinner today at 8.". 
"Noted, I'll tell your driver." With that, he left the room.  You watched him, and you then sighed. 
This was also normal—a security guard following you everywhere you go. 
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"Wait, so Mr. Sexy here is going to be by your side 24/7? Lucky you" Deborah groaned while taking a sip of her Martini. 
"Deb's, stop drooling over my guard," You playfully slapped her arm. "Let's talk about the upcoming collection for my store, please," you pouted. 
"Do you have any locations in mind for your store?" She asked while looking through the design folder, "No, not yet. I'm currently doing the men's collection, and I need to find the models." You sipped on your daiquiri. "Mingyu, are you hungry or thirsty?" Deborah asked him with a flirty smile. 
"Thank you, Ms. Johnson, but no, I already ate," he said, smiling and bowing. 
"God, he is too handsome," she muttered, and you rolled your eyes. "Back to business, please." 
You two discussed some things, and you got lost with the track of time. "Ms. Choi, it's past midnight; I think we should head back home; you need to be in the office pretty early." He kindly took the documents, and you got up. "Thank you." You smiled at him, but he remained unfazed. 
"I'll show you the room," you said to him, and he nodded, following you. He tried his best not to look at your body, but the way your hips were swinging and your legs were glowing made it harder than he thought. 
"You can make yourself feel at home; you can eat everything in the fridge, and you can use everything in this house," you said as you opened the door.  "I'm really thankful for you here," you smiled, "and I really hope you will call me Y/N from now on; we will spend too much time together." He chuckled slightly at that. 
"Alright, Y/N, goodnight," he said as he walked inside the room. "Goodnight, Mingyu," and with that, you walked away into your bedroom. 
-
The next two months were basically the same: you went to work, then out for dinner, and then back home.  Mingyu was always by your side, and you two could actually talk right now; he was actually pretty funny. 
But you knew why he was here, that this was work, and that he was just doing his work. During this time, you developed a little crush.  He was completely your type, and you wanted him, but for the sake of your sanity, you quickly discarded that thought. 
"Y/N, your next model cancelled," Mingyu said while walking into the studio where you were standing and looking at the photos. "What? No," you whined. "He was supposed to be my center," you groaned. 
"Mingyu," you gasped, and his eyes widened. "No," he said sternly, and you smirked. "Please, Gyuuu, no one will see them," you pouted. "I only need a vision," you pleaded. 
"Alright, but we will do it quick," he muttered, and you cheered. "Okay, undress yourself, Mr. Kim," you giggled, and he rolled his eyes. He took off his button up, and you watched every move he made. His tanned muscles, now on full display, were better than imagined. 
"Okay, now put this on." You helped him. Your finger tips were tracing along his skin. Mingyu looked away so that he did not need to look at you. "I think you could easily work as a model." You giggled, which made him chuckle. "You think so?" 
You tied a knot and nodded. "Freaking beautiful," you whispered, and he looked down at you. You both were so close, your lips nearly touching. You felt his hot, minty breath against your lips, and your eyes fluttered close. 
"So, um, should we take the pictures?" He pushed you away, and you let out a small whine. "Sorry," he whispered, and you blushed.
Kim Mingyu was the first man to deny your kiss. 
You quickly grabbed the camera and snapped some pictures, and this is no lie, but there was not a single failed shot; he was insanely beautiful. 
"Are we done?" He asked while scratching his neck, and you nodded. "Yes, sorry, you can change. I'll wait outside." You hurried out of the room and groaned.
Luckily for you, Mingyu did not utter a word about what had happened. 
Inside the car, your brother called you "Hey Cheol." You said happily, "Hi Y/N, I have some bad news.. dad and me can't make it to the store opening." You were not surprised.  "Oh, alright, I did not expect you two anyway," you muttered, and before your brother could say anything, you ended the call. 
You leaned your head against the window, and you felt some tears rolling down your cheek. "You don't need them for the opening, Y/N," Mingyu said softly. "No one will be there, Mingyu; I'm alone. I'm always alone," you sobbed. "I will be there," he whispered. "Because it's your job," you cried out. 
Mingyu could not say anything at that, and you scoffed slightly. You were alone. 
And when he parked the car, you rushed into your bedroom, just locking yourself inside the room.
And when the opening came, you were dressed in the most stunning dark red dress; your hair was perfectly made, and your skin was glowing. You looked like a dream come true, and Mingyu knew it as soon as you entered the building.
You had given him the day off, but he wanted to see you. He wanted to keep you company on this important day. He was standing in the corner, dressed in a black suit with a red tie that matched your dress. You had gifted him the tie when he began because you told him it was the perfect color for him. 
He hated ties, but for you, he wore them. 
And while you were standing on the stage, your body was illuminated by the lights. He felt like screaming; he felt like the world was yours. 
He wanted you, but he could not have you. 
When you spotted him in the crowd, your heart felt like it was bursting, and a smile appeared on your face. 
He smiled slightly, and when the crowd cheered for you, he walked through the hallway, finding an empty room where he could calm down for a second. He looked out  of the window when he heard the door open and then high heels. 
"I thought I gave you the day off." Your soft voice made him turn around. "I told you I would be there," he said, and you smiled. "You missed me already, huh?" You took some steps towards him, and he really tried to control himself. 
"I'm just a man that sticks to his word," he smirked, and your freshly manicured nails landed on his chest. 
"Well, that's right, Mr. Kim, always so good for me," you said seductively, and he bit his lip. You were dangerous; he knew it the moment he saw you in that office.
"Y/N," he breathed, and you wasted no time kissing him. The kiss escalated pretty quickly. He turned you both around, lifting you against the wall. A whimper escaped you, and he pushed his bulge against your core, kissing along your neck. "Oh god," you moaned, and all of a sudden he let you down. 
"Fuck," he whispered, and you looked confused at him. You were breathing heavily. "Mingyu," you said, taking his hand, and he quickly pulled it away. "This should not have happened, Y/N," he said while wiping his face. "Don't say that," you pleaded.
"Fuck Y/N, this was a freaking mistake," he groaned, and you felt the tears sting your eyes. "Don't say that; I felt the desperation in this kiss," You tried walking towards him. 
"Maybe you're delusional, Y/N, but this was nothing," he said, looking at you. His warm, brown eyes were dull. You laughed slightly. "Mingyu, don't say that." 
"God damn, Y/N, you're nothing like me; this is not okay. I'm working for you; fuck, I don't want you," he said, raising his voice. "You're lying, trying to push me away," you whispered. 
"You're a spoiled little girl; I'm straight from the bronx; while you powder your nose, I'm fighting for the right things; I could never want you," he said with so much honesty that you choked out a sob. 
"Don't say that; you know how I am," you pleaded. "You know that I'm not like them, Mingyu.". 
He shrugged. "This is bullshit; do you really think that I want you?" He took a deep breath. "I'm not interested in a pathetic little girl who needs a bodyguard." With that, you rushed past him. 
"From now on, you will only see me in the office, and when I'm leaving the house, I will no longer talk with you unless it's important or work-related. So please do me a favor; don't treat me like a fucking baby when I'm more of a woman than you'll ever have." With that, you rushed back down. 
The next morning, you were dressed in a beige suit, and the black high heels made Mingyu look up. "Ready to go?" he asked while taking the car keys.
You grabbed some fruits and walked straight past him. He opened the car, and you got inside, typing away on your phone. A giggle escaped you, and you felt him glancing over. "I need to go to the warehouse," you uttered, and he nodded. "But you have the appointment later.". 
"Yeah, I know," you said, looking back down at your phone. 
The next few weeks were horrific for Mingyu; you became another person—the person he claimed you were. 
You acted like a snob; you treated him like a fool, and Mingyu was tired of it; he felt like screaming at you. 
Tonight, he was relieved when you just walked into your bedroom; he knew he could just lay down and sleep some more. But when he heard the front door slam shut, he jumped up and ran down, seeing you drive away with your Mercedes. 
He groaned, hurriedly took some keys, and got inside the car. There was no way he was going to find you in Seoul, but he drove around either way. He called you a thousand times, but you never picked up. 
God damn, he was pissed. 
He then remembered that you gave him access to your location, so he opened his phone, seeing that you were out partying. 
Within 10 minutes, he was standing behind you and saying, "Mr. Sexy is here, and he's looking pissed." Deborah yelled over the music, and your eyes widened as she turned around. Mingyu was walking towards you. "Get in the car." He stated, his eyes dark. "No." You walked past him. "Y/N, I'm not kidding. Get in the car right now." His voice was deep, and you sighed. "Fuck you." You spat, and he chuckled. "If you don't want to be treated like a baby, don't act like one.". 
"You're a fucking asshole," you muttered, and you rushed out of the club with him behind you. You got in the car, locking the door and driving off. 
You could see him driving behind you, and you slammed your fist against the steering wheel. 
When you entered the house, Mingyu groaned, "Why the fuck did you leave?" He was furious, and you turned around. "I don't need a fucking babysitter, so go back to the room and leave me alone." You took your heels off, and he came dangerously close.
"Don't act like a spoiled brat, just because you can't handle my opinion," he said, lifting your chin. "I don't care about your stupid opinion, Mingyu," and you slapped his hand away. 
"You do, otherwise you would not act like this," he chuckled deeply. "But you know, this attitude of yours should be punished," his body pressed against yours. 
"Mingyu," you whispered, and he lifted you up. "You wanted this, right? You wanted to push me until I fucking gave in." The way he carried you with such ease made you dizzy.
"You don't get to treat me like a baby," you said while sighing. "Baby, I will treat you just right tonight." He opened the bedroom door and laid you down, his buff frame hovering over you. "Now open your pretty legs, baby," he rasped, and you quickly obeyed.
He pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his beautiful tan body, while he kissed your legs.  He wasted no time eating you out like a starved man; the way he circled his tongue around your swollen bud made you scream out in joy. 
He brought you over the edge once, and now his goal was a second; his fingers were pumping in and out of you. "Come on, baby, give me another one," he whispered while placing a kiss along your leg. 
"Mingyu god," you whimpered, and he smirked, feeling your legs shake. "Yes, there it is," His thumb circled around your nub, and your fists clawed into the bedding, feeling the second high of the night. 
You were breathing heavily, and he just smirked. "Are you able to take my cock?" he asked while getting up, and you nodded. "Please, Gyu," you pouted, and he chuckled. He took his pants off, and you were groaning at the sight in front of you. 
His dick was beautiful; it was standing tall and proud. Pre-cum was leaking from his shaft. "Condom?" he asked while pumping his dick a few times. "Oh yes, wait." You got up with shaky legs and wobbled into the bathroom, grabbing the box. 
Mingyu put it on and then hovered over you. When he glided into you, his eyes squeezed shut, and he groaned, "God, you feel so good.". 
He buried his head in the crook of your neck and placed some kisses there. He held you close while thrusting deep inside you. Your fingernails clawed into his back, and you were a whimpering mess. "I'm close," you moaned, and he felt you clench around him. 
"Me too, baby," His thrusts became sloppier. "Come on, baby, milk me dry," he groaned, and you kissed him. You kissed him through your orgasm, and it felt so good; no one ever made you feel like he did. 
He laid down next to you, and you closed your eyes. "You're actually so goodhow I imagined you to be," you whined, and he let out a laugh. "Wow, what a compliment!" He pulled you on to his chest, and you both fell asleep like that.
It was the best sleep you had for a long time, and when the morning came, you woke up with a smile on your face. You turned around when you saw that he was not there anymore. You got up, putting on your bathrobe. 
The walk to his room made you feel nervous, and you knew why, When you opened the door, Mingyu's stuff was gone; there was no trace of him. 
You laughed to yourself and got inside your room, getting ready for work. 
The way to your office was different; there was no Mingyu who made sure you were safe, no one who gave you some coffee and some fruit.  You knew he left because of what happened last night. 
"Y/N?" The voice of your brother snapped you out of your daze. 
"Cheollie," you smile while getting up, "what brings you here?" You grinned slightly, and he sighed. "Mr. Kim has quit, as you may have noticed; he said he could not work with you anymore, and he left immediately after."
Hearing the words made you realize how Mingyu must think about you—maybe he was right and maybe you were spoiled. Maybe, after all, you were unlovable. 
"Soonyoung will be back tomorrow," he said, and you nodded. "Will you excuse me for a moment, Cheol?" You looked down.
"What happened with him, Y/N?" He looked at you with concern written all over his face. "I fell in love with him, Cheol." You felt a single tear rolling down your cheek.
"Oh, Y/N," he sighed, and you tried to smile again. "It's alright, I know it; it's always the same; they use me, and then they dump me," you shrugged, and he pulled you close. "Mingyu seemed pretty shaken up when he left," Seungcheol muttered. 
"I don't care," you whispered, and he sighed. "You're so good, Y/N. Don't let this get to your head.". 
He kissed your head softly, and you nodded. 
Your brother truly was the best, but with him being away most of the time, your relationship suffered. 
With Soonyoung as your guard, you had one of your friends back by your side. Soonyoung was funny and cool to chill with. Mingyu had left over three weeks ago, and you started to forget about him. At least you tried. 
"Soonyoung, I'm going to run to the store real quick," you announced. "Wait, I'll join." He slipped on some shoes, and you walked down the street to grab some snacks. You were graving some hot sweet potatoes. 
"But you know what I meant, Soo," you giggled while running behind him, trying to catch him. "I know you love me, Y/N," he wiggled his eyebrows, and you laughed out. "You wish,"  you came to a halt. "Soo wait," you gulped when you saw him standing in front of your door. 
"HEY, WHAT DO YOU WANT?" Soonyoung yelled, and Mingyu lifted his hands. "I just want to talk with her," he said, and Soonyoung looked at you. "Is that him'?" You nodded and walked towards him. "Soo, will you let us alone for a moment?" He smiled softly at you and said, "Call me if you need me." He went inside the house, and you turned towards him. 
"What do you want?" You crossed your arms. "I wanna explain," he whispered, and you shrugged. "I don't wanna hear it, Mingyu; you made it clear." Mingyu's heart felt heavy. "Y/N, please let me explain." 
You took a step back. "Mingyu, we come from two different worlds; you made it pretty clear. I don't want you here right now. You think of me as a spoiled girl; fine, then I'll act like one.  You used me for your fun, and then you left," you chuckled. "Maybe I should've paid for that act, huh?" 
Mingyu grabbed your arm and pulled you close. "Can you maybe just shut the fuck up?" he whispered, and you looked at him. "I fell in love with you; I left because I fucking fell for you," he said, frustrated. 
"Your dad made it clear that if I touch you, he will talk bad about me; he will make sure that I'll never get another job. I knew the moment you laid in my arms fast asleep, I was fucked." You gasped at his words. "I quit because I thought that we could maybe then be happy," he whispered. "I needed to sort out some shit, and now I am here."
"You're shitting me, right?" You laughed out loud, and he shook his head. "I'm dead serious; I'm in love with you." He cupped your cheek. "So please let me love you." You smiled brightly at him and pulled him down so you could kiss him. Your lips moved in sync, and your heart felt like it would burst at any moment now. 
"Are you sure you want to spend time with a spoiled brat?" You asked, grinning, "More than sure, baby," and he kissed you again.
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onyourmarkks · 7 months ago
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silent treatment (mingyu)
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cw: free use? kind of. nsfw 18+ mdni, possessiveness, i think that’s all
i actually got this idea from a s.coups ff and i can’t remember who it’s from for the life of me 😞 but inspo by them ofc!!
enjoy!!
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the door pad beeped, signaling someone was coming in, it was mingyu. He came home from work and as usual you greet him at the door with a kiss, “hi” you say and kiss him, but he doesn’t kiss you back, he just makes a sound, you take that as your hint and back off.
last night you guys argued about mingyu being jealous of your male friend, he said he didn’t like how he was so close to you, and did things your boyfriend should be doing, you thought your friends actions were okay and appropriate, so you fought mingyu back on it, which lead to where you guys were now.
mingyu sat at the table and ate quietly, he looked angry, and pissed off, but for some reason him looking like this was a huge turn on. “gyu, how was work?” you say trying to make small talk with him, hoping he responds, “fine” he replies coldly, finishing his plate and dropping it in the sink and heading upstairs.
you stood there dumbfounded as to why he was acting like this, once you were done eating you headed upstairs to start your night routine, mingyu sat in his gaming chair in the room gaming with his friends, he was talking and laughing, you hopped in the shower and once you were done you slipped on some tiny pajama pants and a white tank top.
once you exited the bathroom mingyu was in bed on his phone, you climbed into bed and sat on your heels next to him, “min…” you mumbled softly as you ran a finger to his muscular bicep, he didn’t even react, “what?” he responded, clearly not interested but you didn’t back down.
“can we do it mingyu? i’ve been thinking about your cock all day” you mumble against the soft flesh of his neck, mingyu may have not liked your actions yesterday but he was never going to deny his girl sex, but he was gonna have to make you work for it.
“take it, i don’t care” he responds nonchalantly, you wanted him so bad you didn’t care how you got him, you pulled down his sweat pants, revealing his semi hard cock, you laid some spit on it and played with the tip to get him fully hard, it was taking everything in mingyu to not react.
you were annoyed that he didn’t want to fuck you and you had to do all the work, mingyu watched you as you climbed ontop and slid back and forth on his cock, not putting it inside, you were desperately grinding until enough became enough and you slipped his tip inside, you were going crazy all the while mingyu was sitting there on his phone, as you pathetically tried to fuck your self on his cock.
after 2 minutes you were tired, you didn’t see your release anywhere near, “mingyu” you babble out, your red flushed face, agitated lips begging for his attention, mingyu sighed and flipped the positions now he was on top, your legs spread widely awaiting anything he was going to give you.
“only because you look fucking pathetic” mingyu spits as he slowly thrusts into you, “min..” you whine out as he slides a finger down to tease your clit, “you’re so desperate aren’t you?” he asks and you can’t do anything but hum, you were so lost in his thrusts and how good he was making you feel, that was until he landed a light slap against your cheek “answer, or i’m gonna stop” he demanded, slowing down his pace threateningly.
“yes.. yes.. i’m desperate..” you respond with flushed cheeks in embarrassment, “should i let you cum?” he taunts, licking your neck, making you moan, “yes.. mingyu i wanna cum” you respond back desperately as you were being shaken back and forth from his relentless thrusting.
“i’ll let you cum, if you cut that guy off, got it?” he tells you, you didn’t care what you had to do, you just wanted to be selfish and focus on coming, you nodded your head frantically “yes! yes! i’ll cut him off” you threw your head back waiting for his command to let you cum, you were holding onto it. “promise?” mingyu says slowing down nearly making you lose your orgasm,
“i promise mingyu” you say leaning up to look at him, and capture his lips as he smiles while kissing you, he continues to thrust until he feels your walls clench and unclench around him, then they flutter as he shoots his hot cum inside of you.
mingyu pulls out with ease, “call him and tell him you guys can’t be friends anymore” mingyu says in a strict tone, you did promise him, you picked your phone up and rung your friend, he answered sweetly on the other line, “hello? y/n? what’s up? why are you calling so late?” he answered, “just calling to let you know we won’t be friends anymore” i say and cut the phone off before he can respond, mingyu captures my lips in a kiss, “good girl, see how easy things can be if you just listen to me? hm?” he rubs your back and kisses your forehead.
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well 🙂‍↔️ what do u think …
i haven’t updated in so long life got so crazy and it’s just been HORRIBLE, but since it’s summer i have time to write loll
pls send me requests on like anything i will literally write about it,
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tune-on-in-folks · 3 months ago
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Day 14! Two weeks, that's insane to me. I'm proud of myself for making it this far, and I hope to finish continue this streak. This is another story I had to force myself to stop editing. I keep on going back in and rewriting things over and over. So I'm posting it to keep myself from doing so any longer. Enjoy a Vox x Reader!
Tags/Warnings: Assistant!Reader, P in V sex, creampie, breeding, mention of breeding, fem!Reader, fem!receiving multiple orgasms, smut, blue screening, in-universe body mechanisms, sinners unable to reproduce. Word Count: 1,231
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You were Vox’s personal assistant, and more often than not you found yourself in bed with your boss. It had started off as some casual flirting between the both of you. A playful back and forth.  It had ended one day, with you bent over Vox’s desk as he fucked into you from behind. Since that fateful day, he started inviting you into his bed more often. You didn’t know how long this relationship with Vox would last, so you decided to enjoy it while you could.
Vox was laying beside you, kissing you softly while his hands rested at your waist. He rolled his hips against you, dragging his growing erection against your panties. At some point in your make-out session, your skirt had ridden up. Now it was bunched at your waist, allowing Vox easy access to you. He trails his lips from your mouth, down your jaw and to your neck. A whine falls from your lips as you tilt your head to the side, allowing him access to your sensitive skin. He moves down your neck, alternating between love bites and gentle kisses. His fingers hook in the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs slowly.
“Hah- Vox.” You gasp, eyes fluttering as he begins to rub your clit in small circles.
He captures your mouth in a searing kiss, two fingers slipping inside your pussy. You moan, allowing him to thrust his tongue into your mouth. His fingers pump in and out of you steadily, the sounds of your arousal filling the air. He pulls back from the kiss, allowing you to breathe.
“You’re always so wet for me.” He purrs, “I barely have to touch you and look at you, already falling apart for me”
You roll your eyes, your breath catching in your throat as his fingers curl up against your g-spot. A ragged moan spills from your lips as Vox uses his free hand to shove up your shirt and bra- exposing your breasts to him. The cold air makes your nipples stiffen as he closes his warm mouth around one of the sensitive buds, sucking and nipping at it. You cry out, your body tensing as each of his touches brings you closer to your edge.
“Cum for me, babydoll.” He whispers, his breath hot against your ear.
His fingers quicken inside you, his thumb flicking your clit in time with each pump. Vox pinches your nipple roughly, which sends you tumbling off that edge. Your back arches, hips rolling down against his hand as you cum around his fingers. He continues moving until he feels your body relax. Withdrawing his fingers, Vox slots himself between your legs. He freed himself quickly, the head of his cock pressing against your soaked entrance a moment later.
“Now for the real treat.” He smirked, sinking into you with one harsh thrust.
You cry out, your hands coming to grasp at his back as he sets a steady pace, his cock pistoning in and out of your wet heat with long thrusts. His bedroom filled with the wet slaps of your hips meeting over and over. His bed creaks underneath your combined weight, shaking with each thrust.
“Ff-uck!” Vox groans, his voice picking up feedback. “So fucking tight. You were made for me. Your cunt was made for me. Fucking tell me your cunt was made for me.”
His demand had your walls fluttering around his cock, arousal pooling in your gut.
“I-I’m yours.” You moan, gasping as his pace quickens. “I was made for you, Vox. Made to take your cock!”
“Damn right you were.” He growls, his hips snapping harshly against yours as he fucks you hard and fast. “You’re mine, mine to fuck, mine to breed.”
His words make you whimper, your walls fluttering around his cock more insistently as you steadily climb closer to another orgasm.
“Vox, please!” You gasp, rolling your hips down against his cock, meeting him thrust for thrust. “I need you.”
“You need me?” He prompts, “Is that all?”
“Need you to-ngh- I need you to fuck me.” You barely manage to gasp out, his thumb pressing against your clit roughly.
A cocky grin spreads across his face as he teases you, “I am fucking you, babydoll.”
You whine in frustration, snapping, “Fuck! I need you to cum inside me! I need you to fill me up, breed me! Knock me up!”
He chuckles, his hips stuttering, his breathing growing ragged. “There we go, that’s what I wanted to hear.”
Vox pushes your knees towards your chest, shifting you into a mating press. You cry out as he slips even deeper inside you, his cock kissing against your cervix with each thrust. His pace quickens, his balls slapping harshly against your ass.
“Vox, fuck, please.” You beg as the coil in your gut tightens. “I need you. I need you so much-”
“I know, doll.” He groans, “Fuck…I’m going to cum inside your tight cunt. Going to fill you up until you’re dripping with my seed.”
His words push you over the edge. You cry out, your body shaking with the intensity of your release. Your walls spasm around his cock, dragging him in deeper, squeezing him in a vice-like grip.
“Fuck!” Vox cries out, his hips stuttering as your release pulls him into his.
His screen crashes, a blue screen with white text sprawled across it replacing his face. The text read: “Vox.exe has crashed, if problem persists, please make sure all recent updates are installed. Crash code: Pussy_too_good.”
You giggle at the words, slowly coming down from your release, your cunt still pulsing around his cock. Vox’s breathing stabilizes, his face flickering back on after a moment.
“Fuck, doll.” He groans, letting your legs fall back to the bed as he slowly pulls from you. “You took me so well, took my cum so well.”
He watches his seed overflow from your pussy. Collecting what leaks from your used hole with his cock-head, he presses back inside you. He pushes his cum right back into your pussy, rocking his hips forward, slowly fucking his cum back inside you..
“A shame this won’t take.” He mutters, his cock hardening again. “I’d love to see you swell with our children.”
You ignore how his words cause your heart to skip a beat, reminding yourself that there was nothing more between you and Vox. You just happened to keep on ending up in his bed. Vox pulls you closer to him, rolling over onto his back. He drags you with him, chuckling as you whimper at the change of position. You were now on top of him, and yet, you still felt completely at his mercy. Vox continues to fuck up into you slowly, his touch soft and loving. And for a moment you allowed yourself to believe in that foolish hope.
“Vox,” You mummer, resting your head against his chest, wishing you could tell him how you felt about him. How you had fallen in love with him somewhere along the line.
“Mmn?” He acknowledges, thrusting up into you.
You lose your nerve and instead whisper, “I think I’m going to need you to breed me again.” 
You press a kiss against his chest, cursing your cowardice as his cock twitched inside you.
He smirks, pulling you down into another searing kiss, “Gladly, doll.”
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eccentricallygothic · 9 months ago
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|| Triumph Of The Beast ||
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Description: Captain Syverson learnt that the only way to have her was to ask her hand in marriage. So he did just that. And she was all his now, both to hold and to possess.
Pairing: Soft-Dark!Captain Syverson | Sheikha!Reader.
Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own Captain Syverson. This is a mature story with dark undertones so kindly browse at your own discretion. Please note that this piece is only a work of fiction that in no way aims to reinforce or propose any stereotypes to any ethnicity or race. Minors do not interact. 
Warning(s): Soft-Dark!Syverson, he is lowkey messed up, smut with plot (I am sorry), possessive behavior, his obsession with her chastity, naive!reader, size kink, biting (it's Henry and his canines ffs), boob play, manhandling, power imbalance, arranged marriage, fingering, handjob, dirty talk, m!dom, f!sub, he's a man, misogyny, age gap (reader is 20's, Sy is early 40's fight me), he's lowkey intimidating, slight spanking, allusion to bondage, manipulation, slow burn-ish, maybe more dialogue than necessary, p-in-v penetration, corruption kink, no use of 'Y/n'. 
Note: Her father is not the mean Sheikh from the movie lmfao. Reader doesn't even have to be Iraqi, just Eastern that you can TOTALLY imagine yourself as because it's a frickin' story for God's sake! Ps, This blocked me so hard mid-write I nearly abandoned it lmfao, I need a break! 
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Captain Syverson had always thought the notion of the first touch buzz to be foolish. To quote him in his own words, the electric touch that people claimed their beloved aroused within them was nothing more than a steaming pile of horseshit. 
Until now. 
As his thick and coarse battle hardened hands cupped the side of the tender face of his dear wife, the Captain's thumb darted out to quickly glide across the perfect arch of her cheekbone before it moved down to the bow of her lips, his body combusting into a thousand flames of raw desire. 
Her skin was so tender he feared it may come off if he pressed on it too hard. The structure of her body that adorned her traditional wedding attire seemed so fragile in this moment next to him and in his big old bed that the thought of ever manhandling a thing as delicate as her terrified him. The contrast of her usually confident and intelligent countenance was striking in quality to the humility with which she now offered her submission to him. 
His suspicions against his body and strength increased by the passing minute; he felt petrified to even breathe too easily near her. The fear that it may damage her in some way haunted him and filled his lungs with dread. It was not that she was the most petite thing that he had ever seen or she held resemblance to an adolescent in terms of size or any of that weird shit, no. 
It was instead the way in which her head bowed in just the perfect way so it indicated respect and submission; not so high that it would seem that she was trying to deny him his station but not so low that it became off-putting. It was an acknowledgement to his power in their dynamic; an agreement of a lifetime. 
The man could swear he was going crazy. 
There was simply no way he was going to make it through the night with his sanity intact. 
It was just the effect she had on him. 
If there was anyone to blame it was her. 
Because even though he wanted to hide this girl so safely in his arms for the rest of his days that not even a harsh breeze would be allowed to touch her, the erratic way in which his boiling blood sizzled its way through his veins, The Captain wanted nothing more than to just turn her around, press her breathtaking face into the mattress and take her over and over until she was swell with his litter. 
Or press his bigger body against hers and take her deep and raw until her mind gave up on consciousness  
Perhaps place her between his own legs and feel her mouth around him until his seed spilled from her nose. 
Maybe make her mount him and slap her ass that he just knew would be perfect over and over to keep her going even when she didn't want to. 
The possibilities were endless from where Syverson was standing. 
And he was determined to try his hand at all of them, and more. 
His eyebrows furrowed just a little when she awkwardly pecked his lips for the fifth time in a straight row and refused to give him more, cringing away when he attempted to deepen the kiss. The girl that giggled and covered her mouth on which her red lipstick had already smudged was a dead leaf echo of the confident and liberal sheikha -prized daughter of the sheikh supreme- that critically watched the foreign Captain everytime he was around with her bright and vigilant brown eyes so full of scrutiny that it made him, a grown man, blush. It wasn't his fault, really. Her eyes had the most attractive gleam of intelligence to them and the black khol that lined them only accentuated their beauty more. 
She had always been so elegant Syverson knew he was a goner the first time his eyes had been granted the pleasure of looking at her. Sat aside her father basking in her confidence, silk scarf draped around her head and body in the most perfect way, a form he could only describe as agreeable always clad in decent clothes, fingers adorning rings with colorful stones and modesty dripping off of every single mannerism of hers. 
How could a man not look twice?
And then not consider looking away utterly blasphemous on account of being unappreciative of such godly beauty?
"I- I do not know how to…" Her accent turned his gears just right. "K- Kiss, Captain" oh. 
Of course. 
Blood rushed to his cock that hadn't throbbed like this in a long time. That was, if it ever had. 
And then his sweet, chaste wife just had to call him Captain.
Fuck. 
He was going to tear her apart. 
And she had no idea.
The obedient daughter, who was never afraid to voice her thoughts and outsmart every man who dared stand against her with inadequate knowledge of the debate at hand, had happily bowed down to her father's wish that she marry the charming and noble Captain -to them a warrior who was not afraid to fight for his country; a man truly admirable- after said Captain had asked for her hand in marriage when he had realized that that was the only way to have her. 
Mind, body, soul… heart. 
Sure, it had taken Syverson and his rather daft attempts at impressing her some quick-witted answers and astute responses by a rather critical her to realize it.
But she was his bride now.
And that was all that mattered. 
"Well, ain't that just dandy?" Syverson realizes just how heavy his breathing really is when his words come out gravelly and almost forced. She is unable to hold his eyes for very long so she stares at his chest instead, a most remarkable coy smile across her lips. The fact that she looks every other man with a taught unaffected sternness but has blushed everytime their eyes have met after the wedding just drives him all the more insane. 
Her dark eyebrows furrow as she lightly tilts her head to the side. He has noticed that she has some trouble understanding his dialect. So he caresses her cheek again, this time in a reassuring manner;
"I know you'll figure it out soon. You're a clever lil' thing, ain'tcha?" She looks up just long enough to nod with a meeting of their eyes. 
"Yes, Captain" god, even her way of speaking has softened.
The knowledge that he was the only man in this whole wide world whom she treated like this made him want to worship her with his love and devotion in every way possible. 
Because The Captain was naturally a very possessive man who did not appreciate ran through goods.  
"Alright now, just trust your husband and sit back like a good lil' bride, alright?" It was taking him all of his focus to not just push her back and have his depraved ways with her all night long.
"Y- Yes, Captain." 
"Atta girl," before he leaned back in and brushed his lips against hers just long enough to whisper, "now hush and don'tcha try to keep them pretty lips shut on me" he felt her going breathless against him when his mouth fit against the slot of her parted one perfectly; as though it had been created just for him. 
She did her best to keep up with as much obedience as her modesty would allow her to muster but the sensation of his mouth against hers, the scratch of his coarse beard across her delicate skin, the wetness of his tongue that took its time swiping against her bottom lip and the way that he didn't have to break the kiss to know that she had extended her had in his direction to take a hold of him to deal with the intensity of it all, the sheer desperation with which he reached out his fingers and clutched hers in an affectionate way that also had a territorial tinge to it was all too much for her to handle.
An unfamiliar thrill that she had been a stranger to until this moment began to patter through her bloodstream. Her heart pounded, her sweat glands soaked, her face burnt and her stomach fluttered. 
"Captain" was all she was allowed to whisper in the two second interval the man allowed them to recover their breathing. 
"Well, I'll be damned, darlin'" Syverson husked through rushed kisses as he hurriedly helped her lay down with her attire still intact, both too desperate to strip her and wanting to take her as she was, for tonight she looked the most stunning he had ever seen her. "You're so dang pretty I can't even fathom stayin' off ya now that you're mine" a hush of cold breath rushed past her flush lips as her thick eyebrows drooped upwards in reaction to him dipping his face in the curve of her neck.
"I am all yours to do with whatever you please, my C- Captain" her soft hands flew to grab at his shirt as the foreign sensation of a man's body against her skin sent an electric bolt down her spine. 
His body was heavy above hers as he groaned at her response and grinded his bulge against her covered sex, peppering kisses all over her skin. "God damn, baby. Your mama sure raised you up right, didn't she?" A loud squeak resonated in the air when the new husband simply could not hold back his passion anymore and bit down on the inviting flesh of her shoulder, letting out a stomach churning moan at her taste and squeezing her sides as the smell of her fragrance oils hit his nose. 
"Fuck, baby" it took him all of his willpower and the promise that he could go back for more only easier to part from her. "I can't–" sitting up to kneel over her, Syverson pulled his shirt over his head before tossing it somewhere in the room. "I can't hold back no more" as he leaned back down and placed one hand beside her head to keep himself from suffocating her, the way she looked up at him with wonder, timidity, need, sent a pang of pain to his cock. "Talk to me, darlin'" he gathered her wrists in one hand before placing them above her head, now reaching for the clothed bump on her chest. "You feelin' anything?" A soundless breath left her and she shuddered in such a way that her boobs trembled feverishly. 
"S- Strange… a- and… oh my God!" She had to shut her eyes and turn her head to the side when he suddenly manhandled one of her breasts out of the deep neckline of her wedding night dress. Her hands rushed to cover her chest by instinct but her husband's authoritative swat was much quicker and stronger. 
Syverson chuckled at the defensive gasp she let out, a crazed darkness floating in his eyes as he pinnned her feverish hands out of his way, coarse palm now feeling up her other breast that was freed as he spoke. "Ain't no God 'round these parts tonight, baby. Just me…" His lips enveloped hers in a right and hungry kiss. "'N you" the way she nervously gulped when he pulled back to stare into her eyes only added to the fire in his body. "Say, baby" he trailed gentle kisses down her chin, along her throat and then down to the fluffy cushions of soft flesh dotted with flush, erect nipples in the middle. A surprised cry jutted out of her mouth and her fingernails tried to claw at his hand that confined them above her when he pressed one wet kiss on each nub. "Ain't this just somethin' else?" 
The girl had no idea what possessed her to say what she did, but her hips moved faster than her brain could catch on and her lips worked before reticence could hinder her communication. "I- It is, Captain. T- Thank you" of course she had felt arousal before. Of course she had been wet before. Some of those times she had a certain handsome American Captain to thank for, not that she would ever willingly admit it. But she had never known how to relieve herself of it other than a cold shower. 
Her mother had warned her that not every feeling that transpires in one in times of idleness should be chased and she had listened.
But this was not solitary boredom, this was not a devilish lure, her mother wasn't here and it was her wedding night with a man she was slowly becoming sure she would be able to call her dear husband one day. 
If her husband was kind enough to be considerate about what made her feel what she could only identify as exciting, she deemed it a stupidity to refuse the treatment. 
"Aw, baby" Syverson's hands only part from her breasts so his mouth can greedily latch onto them, his bearded lips pressing all over them before his hand nearly snatches her skirts out of his way since the layers seem to be never ending. "To think that I ain't even begun with ya and you're already thankin' me like a sweet little lady" now his mouth traveled to her stomach and the only word he had for its appearance was perfect. A shudder set in her shoulders when his beard scratched her navel before his teeth softly nibbled away on her skin. 
"W- Would you like me to get up and t- take my clothes off, dear?" God damn.
He really had hit the fucking jackpot. 
"Hold on now, darlin'" he husked as his fingers caressed her nubs, his hot mouth littering its kisses over her skin further down south. "I wanna take you like this first" the readied rise in the middle of her shoulder blades smoothed out and she settled back into the mattress again wordlessly. "Well now, are you gonna be good and keep them arms up high like a good lil' thing or am I gonna have to tie 'em up?" A drawn out moan sounded from deep within her throat when his chin deliberately brushed against her clothed sex, coarse fingers twirling her nipple between them.
Syverson felt an unconscious clench in the muscles of her thighs upon his words finally registering in her clouded mind. "N- No, I- I'll be good, husband. I promise." 
"Atta girl" he praised in a satisfied tone before letting go of her wrists. 
It was after that that his hands roamed free and wild all over her form. The Captain kissed, sucked, nibbled, pinched, groped, licked and bit all to his desire, the growing moans of his bride only encouraging him further. 
"God damn, if these ain't the sweetest damn legs I've ever seen" Syverson licked away the thread of spit that previously connected his mouth to her now bruised hiphone that he had successfully marked as his territory. The fact that no man had ever seen them and the plan that he made to never let anyone do so either was making his ears hot. His sides were becoming sore with need like he was the virgin. 
"And this– fuck, c'mere" he couldn't hold it back anymore. The Captain had always been an ass man and the fact that he was yet to see his wife's backside was making him mad now. Her yelp morphed into a confused giggle when he bundled her ankles in one of his rough hands, having already rid her of her panties, and easily raised both her legs up until her lower half dangling by his hold on her. "Hmmm, I just knew you had a perfect lil' rump stashed in there" his free hand felt her soft cheeks up before he traced his index finger down her crack, cursing at the way they clenched in defense. Then his depravity got the best of him and he wound his hand back and gave a handful of strong blows to her poor behind that started blushing in an instant. 
"Oh– ouch!" Her next nervous giggle made him raise an eyebrow as he divided an ankle between each hand and parted her legs to look down at her. 
"Think this is funny, do you?" The girl quickly stopped herself nervously. "You know who that's for?" He didn't even mind the giggles, if anything they were rather endearing to him. But the timidity in her eyes was way too sweet for him to pass up. She shook her head no. "Bad little girls who make fun of their fellas, that's who." It was the cock hardening way in which her bottom lip wobbled sensitively that dried his throat. 
A young woman once so strong, all commanding and authorative now exposed in such a submissive manner and completely at his mercy. 
"S- Sorry, dear" he hummed, reaching for the mound between her legs to roughly feel her pussy up in blunt gropes. 
"You can consider those as payback for all them times you thought you could get slick with me in front of my boys just 'cause you were the Sheikh's daughter" her eyes widened and she blushed harder than before. 
"I- I–"
"Yes, you" though Syverson's words were crisp, his kiss on her nether lips was tender and perhaps that was the sole reason why she didn't tear up from being reprimanded when she was so vulnerable and hypersensitive like this. "Thought I'd just forget all that brattin' of yours?" 
She had to hurriedly sit up for that one and reach for his hands affectionately. "Oh, no" the pure care in her eyes made his melting heart feel as though it had risen into the sky. "It was only that you were not my husband back then, dear," she tried to make him understand, aware that there were cultural differences that needed overcoming, "mother said good girls owe it to their husbands to treat every other man with a serious attitude and indifference!" 
She was breaking his fucking heart. 
It was officially official. 
Abel Ford Syverson was in love. 
Soul crushing, earth shattering, sky tearing love. 
With a woman who was not only intelligent and gorgeous way past his league but one that respected herself with an unwavering devotion towards her spouse. 
"Well, I'll be damned!" He exclaimed with faux surprise that she did not catch up on, much to his expectation. "So that's what it was all about?" Of course he knew. 
He just liked her to say it.
It boosted his depraved ego just right. 
She apologetically nodded with sincerity. "I swear, my heart." The translation of the endearment caused for his blood to pump through his ears only harder. 
Syverson gave her a small smile before sighing a little. "Well, you see, darlin', it did still hurt my feelings a tad" her eyebrows furrowed in regret so he added just to rub it in that much more; "got me a bit of pride to keep up, y'know?" 
Now she pouted. "I am sorry, love…" Before a bulb went off in her head and she jumped a little to express her excitement, the action causing her naked boobs to jiggle. "Is there a way I can make it up to you?" There. 
"Why, of course!" Fuck, he sounded more eager than a middle schooler. "You gonna have to show that you can make a good little wife" her cheeks flushed as she bit her bottom lip in embarrassment. He continued, aware she was as clueless as a virgin.
Because she was one. 
Syverson loved the thought.
He wished there was a way to preserve it -her- all as it was.  
"Anything you want, my dear" she replied sincerely as she earnestly pressed his hand that she held to her chest. 
The man swallowed the bile that had risen in his throat as his eyes flickered down to where their fingers were intertwined; the valley of her perfect breasts. 
"Good girl" his voice came out much deeper than usual. "Go on 'n' take it out, then" the bride's eyebrows raised to express her confusion as she tilted her head to the side. 
His dick whimpered and spilled a thick drop.
"U- Um…"
Syverson was getting impatient. "That means my pants, darlin'." He chuckled to lighten the effect of the edge that his tone had held. "I mean, can't exactly make love to ya with 'em on, now can I?" Something pulled taught in her chest and she went to avoid his eyes out of embarrassment. 
"Oh… yes" she was breathless as she reached for his fly, face angled downwards. 
"Yeah…?" He drew it out on purpose teasingly, dipping his own head earthwards to try and meet her gaze cockily. "Yeah, yeah?" The man kept going unrelentlessly until she had no choice but to respond. 
"Y- Yes…" Her nervous fingers slipped over the button of his pants many times but she managed to free him at last. 
"Go on ahead now, sugar" he coaxed sweetly, tone in stark contrast to his intentions. "Take it out and let them pretty lil' hands get a feel" her legs instinctively tried to close due to the shame she felt but her husband's huge body hindered her attempt to somehow cover herself. "Well?"
Her eyes darted up to him from where her fingers gingerly rested against the waistband of his boxers and Syverson suspected that she was about to decline because of the way her mouth moved to let out some phantom words. But when he raised a questioning eyebrow in response, she seemed as though it had reminded her of her place against him and she quickly dipped her digits inside the undergarment to reach for his thumping cock. 
The first feel of her fingertips connecting with his hard skin was… indescribable. It was as though time ceased, stilling everything else with it and he was enveloped into a cocoon of pure sensation. She was everywhere and inside. Her heat filled him to the brim. Each brush of her delicate skin against his rougher one felt like the stroke of the flesh of an outworldly nymph. Shivers of ecstacy cascaded down his lower back and he was floating already. 
The girl nearly jumped out of her skin at the unfamiliar feeling, the moan that he let out along a whispered praise pulling her back in the moment and away from her recoil. The bride's mind reminded her of her duty to her husband and she used her other hand to hold his clothes away so she could uncover his impaler. 
"Just like that, darlin'. Just like that" one of his hands went to tangle in her hair. "Go on and rub it for me, baby. You're doin' real good" his free hand reached for her own sex that had secreted its natural moisture in reaction to the sensations she was being subjected to. He groaned at the feeling of her warm pussy and squished his finger through her plump nether lips. "Tell me what you see" her own body was getting feverish by the second, hips and cunt trying to shrink in on themselves due to how violating his sense tingling touch was.
"I- It's…" She raked her mind for an appropriate answer. But it was all too much for her to handle; the pressure to impress her new husband, touching him the way he wanted properly, obeying him, submitting to his handling and then dealing with his intense gaze. "V- Very pretty, husband. Thank you" so she played it the safest she knew. 
And the girl could swear she felt him twitch in her palm at that, a pang of pain rising in her wrist as she awkwardly pumped him in a vertical manner. 
"Pretty, huh?" A cunning grin spread across his handsome features as he slipped one finger deep within her folds and being the retired playboy that he was, the Captain easily found her pure entrance. "'N' what about the size?" He could not help but moan at the feeling of her balmy walls clinging to his finger. "Ever seen anythin' like it?" Her thighs quivered as his thumb glided over her folds. 
"N- No, husband" she answered timidly, afraid to bruise his pride with an inappropriate or unsatisfactory answer that may pose a threat to her chasteness.
"That's right" now he began to speed up his intrusion of her insides. "'Cause you're all mine, ain'tcha?"  She quickly nodded, letting out a whine as her eyebrows furrowed at the ache his twisting of one of her nipples caused. "Now tell me," he leaned forward to reach for one of her nubs with his teeth, "did ya ever think you'd land yourself a fella with a cock this big?" He spoke through a mouthful before sinking down on her tender boobs, the tips of his sharp canines digging into the soft cushions of her flesh. 
"N- No…" The girl was gasping as she struggled to keep up with his leaking and twitching cock. "T- Thank you, dear!" She added for good measure despite how overwhelmed she was becoming. 
"Tell me, baby" the man loved how his naive wife's features scrunched in discomfort but she still sped up her fist that was wrapped around his cock because he prompted her to, hoisting himself further up next to capture her lips against his. "Do you think yourself lucky that you get to have this here cock all to yourself for the rest of your days?" He could not help but fuck into her hand at the sight of the spit string dangling by a corner of her bottom lip as it connected to the wad of spit that she had just released on his cock after being ordered to do so. He felt her cringe at the feeling of her fingers touching her own saliva as she spread it over his cock. But her resolve to obey him did not falter even once regardless of how shy or uneasy she felt.
And that was how Syverson knew he had found himself his perfect little homemaker.
"I- I do, husband" her voice nearly broke. "Thank you so much" the fact that all of this was visibly strange and even uncomfortable to her because she was not familiar with any of this… 
The Captain could swear that alone was enough to finish him off.
She was his sacred lamb; a temple undefiled. 
Nobody's leftovers; whole in every sense for the beast to take. 
What could he say? Colonel Syverson's prized son always won, no matter what. 
There was a brighter way of looking at his promiscuous dating history that was in stark contrast to his wife's nonexistent one; it could easily be considered as his physical sacrifice in order to realize and reach his full potential as a man for his future lady's well being as well as pleasure. 
A lady that he had found at last. 
"Say it" his command was heavy and the rough skin of his finger was like gravel against the buttery tissue of her slick walls. "Say that you're the luckiest lil' bride for landin' yourself the best damn dick you could have ever hoped for" she began to subconsciously move her thumb out of sync with the rest of her digits to swipe it over his tip each time her hand rose to his apex and he couldn't believe just how close he was already. 
The Captain was usually a man of stamina and endurance.
But then again it was impossible for the beast to resist his tempting lamb for very long, wasn't it?
"I- I am the luckiest…" She licked her parched lips needily. "L- Little bride for l- landing myself the best d- dick…" Embarrassment burnt her cheeks but pleasing him was more important a priority to her. "T- That I could've ever hoped for…"
He deeply moaned in satisfaction. "My good girl" a quick peck was given to the tip of her nose. "Now tell me, baby. How ya feelin'?" As if on cue, she clenched around his finger with a moan.  
Fuck, Syverson had never really preferred a clueless woman until now.
He could literally demand whatever he wanted from her and she would believe him out of her naivety. 
His perfect pretzel Princess that he could twist into whatever shape that he pleased. 
Or make her do as he desired, for that matter. 
With no one, not even his wife herself, to question him or his ways.
He loved the thought. 
"... S- Strange… P- Pain… but– hnnn!" Her back arched as she suddenly writhed, nearly going white at the feeling of getting her special spot getting tickled for the first time. It was an ability her husband took a lot of pride in; the  renown that he had held in college for being able to find gspots with his fingers alone. 
"Feels real good too, don't it?" The Captain snickered heavily as he began to rock his hips into her hand, feeling himself nearing the brink. 
"Mmh!" She did her best to respond despite the sensory overload, groaning softly when he forces her band of muscles to expand further by adding another finger to her pussy and repeatedly jabbing her sensitive nerves with their blunt tips, the sound of his skin fucking in and out of her liquids getting louder by the minute. "W- Weird… but…" A drop of sweat trickled down the side of her face as she gasped, eyes widening when her spine jolted at a particular wave of pleasure. "M- More, please." 
In the blink of an eye, Syverson had pushed her on her back before crawling up her body like a predator. Before her body could process his fingers leaving her into an orgasm denial, his eager cock was pushing into her. The pained moan that escaped her as her body twisted under his was muffled by his mouth clamping over hers. The Captain grunted as his cock struggled to push its way inside her virgin entrance despite the preparation that he had done. The girl's bottom lip pulled away from the rest of her mouth due to the way he bit down on it to withstand the overwhelming pleasure that sparked everywhere within him.  
"Your wish is my command, my darlin' sheikha." 
Syverson found himself praying for the first time to any god, deity or entity that may be listening; to freeze time right here in this very moment and never set it free again.
For he could stay like this for eternities and beyond; buried inside his dear wife and protectively enveloped in her loving arms that had never held another like she did him and never would whilst she moaned below him in a pained ecstasy, clenching and nearly knocking out as she experienced her first ever orgasm.
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mutedstarss · 4 months ago
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Just What I Need
Summary: You're having bad cramps and Luffy wants to help you
cw: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort?
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“Chopper, is Y/n sick?” Luffy asked the ship's doctor with a tilt of his head. You groaned and slid your hands down your face. Your stomach was already hurting enough, and now you had to deal with… this? Luffy wouldn’t be asking this question had he not spied on you when you were crying and begging for Chopper to give you some medicine to relieve your period cramps. Yes, you were on and your cramps were bad. Of course Luffy didn’t mean to spy. He was on his way to annoy you since he had nothing better to do— when he walked past the infirmary, only to spot you through the cracked door on your knees, hands together, begging Chopper. 
You sighed and looked at Luffy with a forced smile. “I’m fine. I’m not sick.” He frowned and looked back at Chopper, hoping to get his question answered. Truthfully.
“She’s… fine.” Chopper started, making his way to a cabinet that had all types of medicine. Just as he pulled out the tylenol, your back straightened out as a cramp shot past your vagina and through your stomach. You fell forward with a groan and your eyes watered. 
Luffy rushed to your side and you put up a hand to keep him away. You couldn’t deal with him touching you. It’ll only make things worse. “Chopper, you said she was fine!”
“I am fin–” You slapped a hand to your mouth before you could finish your sentence, swallowing down the bile before it could come out. “Hand me the pills. Quick.” 
Chopper shook out two pills into your hands. He was screwing the top on when you stopped him. “Give me three.”
“But it says to take two.”
You shook your head. “Chopper, give me the pill.” Your face twisted up in pain as another cramp shot through your stomach. 
He handed you the third pill and a glass of water. You threw all three pills into your mouth and swallowed it with the water.
Wiping your mouth from access water, you stood up and started making your way out of the infirmary. Luffy followed after you like a lost puppy. “Do you need anything?” 
“Nope.” You had felt bad for shutting him down and not allowing him to touch or get next to you since his thing was physical touch, but you just can’t right now. Maybe after the tylenol starts to kick in.
You closed your bedroom door and plopped down onto the bed with a sigh. Your arms ran over the soft sheets and in that moment, you wished you had a stuffed animal to cuddle, to hold on to during these rough times. Your eyes watered at the thought and another cramp tightened your insides.
The bedroom door opened and you already knew who it was without looking. “Y/n, I want to help and you’re not letting me.” Luffy whined, almost sounding on the verge of tears.
With a sigh, you finally decided you were going to let him help you. Afterall, you knew you needed him. “Come here.”
Not even three seconds later, he was on the bed, spooning you from behind. “What hurts?”
“My stomach.” You mumbled when Luffy pulled the cover over the both of you. 
You felt him nod against your head and then a warm hand was sliding underneath your shirt and on the bare lower part of your stomach. You sighed as the pain started to subside. You pushed back against him to feel his warmth, and he kissed the side of your forehead. “Remember I’m always here for you.” 
Nodding to let him know you heard him, his arms tightened around you just a little and your eyes started to feel heavy. Enveloped in his arms, his warmth and his love. A small smile creeps onto your face. This is just what you needed.
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A/N: Honestly guys, this will probably be my last ff (for my followers). I wanted to write this for y’all because I don't feel compelled to write anymore "x reader" stories, nor do I feel compelled to read them— but I wanted to leave something. I don't know what it is, but I just feel done. Sorry to leave you all with a short, trash story that I wasn't even going to post, but..., Anyway, thank you for reading and to my followers, for supporting me. Byeee!! <3
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heyftinally · 7 months ago
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Y'all are going to like this one.
SWIFTIES DON'T TOUCH THIS POST WITH A TEN FOOT POLE, I SWEAR TO FUCKING HELL-
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So my friend sent me this article, and I'm going to tell you why I think it's complete bullshit.
1) wishing us a happy Pride month is the BARE MINIMUM. As someone with her presence in the media and social influence, she could - and should - be doing SO much more than just wishing us a happy pride four days in.
2) "the singer has been an advocate for the LGBTQ+ community" not a good one. She seems to only remember us when it's convenient or benefits her in some way. Case in point:
2018 - "When it comes to feelings and when it comes to love and searching for someone to spend your whole life with. It's all just really really delicate. You know?" Taylor then performed her song "Delicate."
2023 - It’s painful for everyone, every ally, every loved one, every person in these communities.
In the first example, the intentional song reference comes off as extremely tacky. This is people's LIVES you're talking about. People are MURDERED for who they are and who they love (or don't love). This isn't an appropriate time to pull out the "oh-so-quirky" act and be cutesy.
In the second, the fact that she can't even center queer people in their own experience is so, SO telling. I promise, however painful it is for allies, it's 1000x worse for us to LIVE it. Allies don't have to wonder "am I going to get hate crimed wearing this?" before they leave the house - we frequently do. To not acknowledge that shows me that everything she says is performative at best.
3) I wouldn't call what she does "advocacy". She mentions us every now and then when it's convenient for her, profits off of us when we fit her marketing plan, and I've yet to find where she actually apologized for the homophobia in the original version of Picture to Burn. Also, she's real good friends with Travis Kelce's dad, who is a raging transphobe (and I bet his kids are, too). You don't get to call yourself an ally if you willingly allow the people around you to be violent bigots.
4) "always" is a strong word for someone who seems to show her support situationally at best. The full quote was "The way for that to happen is for us to continue to keep pushing governments to put protections in place for members of the LGBTQ community. And I promise to always advocate for that." Yet she doesn't do that.
5) what she speaks out, I've noticed that it's nearly always in the states that primarily agree with her. We don't see a whole lot of her "inspiring ally" speeches in places like Texas or Florida. But I've seen plenty of them come out of already notoriously queer-friendly places. If you aren't willing to face the heat of the difficult places along with the comfort of the easy ones, you don't get to call yourself an ally. Allyship is not easy. Anyone remember when Lady Gaga advocated for us in Russia, under threat of arrest, and her response was "arrest me, Russia! I don't give a fuck!"? Yeah, I've never seen even half that level of true commitment from Taylor.
6) STOP. MAKING. STRAIGHT GIRL SONGS. "GAY ANTHEMS"!!!! FFS it's such a slap in the fucking face of REAL, ACTUALLY QUEER ARTISTS that y'all keep calling these piss pathetic straight girl over produced crap songs "anthems". Fucking stop it. If they aren't queer, they don't qualify to be a queer anthem or icon. Start supporting ACTUAL queer artists with ⅛ this energy, for the love of FUCK. This bullshit pisses me off. Do you need a list of queer artists? I'll make you one by hand if you promise to stop trying to label Raylor Swift's straight girl shit songs as "gay anthems".
7) rainbows and gender subversion are not exclusively nor inherently queer. If that's our bar for "gay anthems", the bar is so low Lucifer himself needs a damn Webb Telescope to just barely see it from hell.
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