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therealcocoshady · 3 months ago

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Kinktober - Day 18 - Kneeling

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

A/N : So... Here is the Kinktober episode for the Day 18 "Kneeling" prompt. It also happens to be a sequel to the Day 3 "Pet play" prompt. It is not necessarily smutty but it might actually be one of my kinkiest works so far... Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. And that you don't judge me too much either.

CW : BDSM - D/S Relationship - Kneeling

Before the « pet play » bet, you thought your life would go back to normal after you were done. Except it didn’t. There were a couple of reasons for that. First of all, you had found yourself finding the experience rather enjoyable. There was something about surrendering control to someone else. In your everyday life, you wear the kind of person who tried to stay on top of everything, often to the point of exhaustion. Allowing Marshall to take control over the simplest things had proved to be soothing. It had quieted the noise in your brain in a way you never thought would be possible. You never thought you’d be able to allow someone to boss you around, let alone find it enjoyable. But it was Marshall, someone you’d known for what felt like ages. Someone you were close to and trusted. Maybe he was the one who had managed to turn this into something enjoyable.

You had been almost surprised at how caring he could be. Before that weekend, he’d been the kind of friend you made dumb jokes with, the one who put up with your chaotic energy. But seeing that side of him… it had felt special. He seemed in his element and, though he’d been in control the whole time, the whole thing had been intimate. So intimate, in fact, that it ended with the two of you in bed. The whole thing was meant to be platonic at first but something had shifted. Sure, there had been attraction before, but none of you had acted on it. You’d always told yourself that just because he was attractive didn’t mean it would be a good idea. But that weekend, the chemistry had been evident and you’d felt a shift, some sort of certainty that he might actually be able to handle you. And he proved more than up to the challenge. That night spent together had been amazing. For the first time in years - maybe ever - you had been in a serene headspace. No intrusive thoughts taking over in the middle of the deed, no anxiety, no feeling self-conscious… and actual pleasure. Unlike previous partners, that man had actually focused on you, attentive to each one of your reactions, able to interpret every moan, every whimper.

For some reason, you had always thought he’d be the kind to be selfish in bed but you were happy to say that he proved you wrong. The whole night, he dedicated himself to pleasuring you. You had lost counts of your orgasms and, if you were honest, the night was kind of blurry. You mostly remembered the grounding feeling of his hand on your chest and him calling you a good girl. In the following days, the memory of these two words, spoken softly in his husky voice had kept you warm. His tone echoed through your mind and one thing was for sure : you wanted more of whatever it was that had made you feel so good.

However, the next time you saw Marshall, it became clear that it was easier for him to go back to the way things were. You were hanging out with your group of friends and he greeted you as usual, made small talk the way he always had, and joked around as if nothing had happened. It almost broke your heart. You thought you had both felt that chemistry, but obviously, you were wrong. You were a little gutted, if you were honest. The way he had cupped your cheek right before saying goodbye the morning you left his place, right after a passionate night, had made you feel like he’d definitely want it to happen again. And you absolutely thought he’d make a move, a few weeks later, when he invited you to his place so that you could actually read his prized comic book. He did no such thing. A couple of weeks in, you were resigned : it had been a one time thing. And if you wanted to explore more, you’d have to look for someone else. You were a little intimidated by it, at first, but one evening, after a couple of glasses of wine, you got online and searched for more information. You quickly went down the rabbit hole and ended up spending two days browsing subreddits, before eventually signing up for some social media website that allowed people to connect over BDSM-related stuff. The idea was to connect with people from your area, with whom you might give it a try, but you couldn’t actually bring yourself to take part to the conversations going on there. You were very much an introvert and, though you’d given online dating a try, it seemed like adding a kinky component to it was too much for your nerves to handle. You were sure that you’d enjoy exploring submission further, that finding a dom would help quiet the noise in your head. After all, Marshall had done it. But the people putting listings online, advertising that they were looking for a submissive, made it seem like it required some ivy league-level qualifications. And though Marshall had done a pretty decent job explaining the basics to you, you didn’t feel like you had what it takes. You were ready to give up on the idea when you came across a post promoting a « networking » event in Detroit, in some underground club you’d never heard of. You considered going but, once again, anxiety took over. And it wasn’t exactly as if you could ask a friend to come with you. Unless…

You mustered up the courage of asking Marshall a few days later, while you were hanging out at his place with a couple of other friends. He went to the kitchen to grab a drink and you decided to follow him, in order to have some privacy. « So… Do you have any plans for next weekend ? » you asked innocently as he grabbed a Red Bull from the fridge. « Nothing definite, yet. Why ? » he replied with a raised eyebrow. « Well, there is, um, a thing, and I’m thinking of going, but I’m not sure and it’s kind of- I was actually wondering if you’d come with me. But, you know, if you have plans, that’s fine. » you nervously babbled. God, you felt ridiculous. You were a grown woman, trying to connect with people over kinky shit and there you were, asking your fiftysomething year-old friend to basically hold your hand because you were nervous. « what thing ? » he asked, obviously not getting what you were referring to. In his defense, you had done a pretty bad job at getting your point across. « An event » you replied. « What event ? » he asked again before taking a sip of his drink. « it’s a… um… well I suppose you could say it’s a munch » you almost whispered. He stared at you silently for a couple of seconds and you felt compelled to elaborate. « I wanted to meet a… well you know, a dom, but it’s so nerve-wracking and I figured maybe having someone who’s been there before would help » you hummed. He kept on staring at you, without so much as blinking and definitely adding to your nervousness. « But, well, maybe going there with a friend wouldn’t be a good look… I mean, I haven’t exactly researched the etiquette or dress code of these events so, I don’t know, really… » you eventually said. The remark made him chuckle and he gave you a smile, as well as a reassuring squeeze of your shoulder. « First of all, breathe. Also, how about we talk about it later, after everyone leaves ? » he said calmly. You swallowed dryly and nodded.

For the next two hours, you stayed mostly silent. Maybe asking him to go with you was a mistake. Maybe he thought that you giving this whole thing a try was stupid. He was one of your closest friends but you knew he could sometimes turn into a judgy prick. As the others left, you remained on the couch, nervously biting your lip. He came to sit on a chair opposite from you. « So… you want to go to a munch » he said with a smirk. You nodded, though you avoided his gaze. « Well I tried signing up on a website to meet people but… it’s absolutely terrifying. And I thought that a munch might be better but I think that’s even worse » you admitted. He calmly nodded. « You’re too anxious » he said matter-of-factly. « I mean… yeah. It’s nerve-wracking, you know ? » you replied and he nodded. « So, um, how do you meet people ? » you asked. He gave you a smile and leaned back in his chair. « Well, not at munches » he chuckled. « I mean, obviously, I can’t take the risk of someone spotting me in that kind of event » he explained. « I didn’t think about that. I shouldn’t have asked… » you started but he cut you. « Don’t worry about it. Well… I met my first sub kind of randomly. Then I gave the online thing a try but I didn’t really like it so now I use a service » he explained. You raised an eyebrow. « a service ? » you asked. « Basically a matchmaker » he shrugged. You hummed, thinking to yourself that it made sense. After all, you knew how anxious he could get about going places and, since he wasn’t a big fan of technology, opting for a matchmaking service made sense. « So… how does it work ? » you asked with a hint of curiosity, wondering if maybe you should look into something similar. « I give my requirements and if they have someone that fits the bill, they take care of the whole thing for me. NDA, meeting… then, I can do my own vetting. » he explained calmly and you nodded. And before you could even talk, he answered your question. « That type of service caters to experienced people, though » he warned. You hummed and he could immediately sense the disappointment. He placed his drink on the coffee table and stared at you. « Anyway. Back to you… you’re looking for a dom » he stated. « Do you know what you’re looking for exactly ? ».

You stayed silent for a couple of seconds and shrugged nervously. « I’d like to give it a try. You know, when we made that bet, I didn’t expect to enjoy it, but… I did. Not the pet aspect but being guided. So, I thought I’d … explore. » you said quietly. As you spoke, you could see something change in his eyes, some sort of interest. « what did you like ? » he asked in a low voice. « I felt… oddly at peace. As if the noise in my head disappeared. And…I didn’t mind having someone directive in bed » you admitted. He let out a low chuckle and smiled at you. « How about having someone being directive out of bed ? » he asked with a grin. « well, I suppose my boss wouldn’t mind me being better at following orders » you said with a shy smile. « I see » he hummed. The way he looked at you, as if he could see inside your mind, had your heart racing. Mentioning what had happened weeks ago, how it made you feel, had you feeling nervous. « I guess I’m just scared I might not feel as safe with someone else » you admitted. « Why look for someone else then ? » he asked with a slight smirk. You stared at him, almost dumbfounded. « Well, I- you didn’t- I mean… I assumed you would have offered if- you know » you nervously babbled. He let out a small scoff and got up, before sitting next to you. « all you had to do was ask » he said softly. « Easier said than done » you pointed out as you looked down. He smiled and placed a reassuring hand on your knee. « Y/N, it’s me. You know I don’t bite. The worse that could have happened is me declining. » he said gently and you nodded, still looking down. « The reason I didn’t offer anything is because I didn’t want to turn what happened to my advantage » he explained. « But… you enjoyed it ? » you asked. « you know I did » he scoffed. You nodded again as memories of that weekend came to mind. You remembered the way he kissed you, the way he took the lead in the bedroom, guiding you, taking control while always making sure you were alright. « So… would you… be interested ? » you asked in almost a whisper. « Interested in ? » he asked with a smile. You sighed and looked at him dead in the eyes. He knew what you meant and you knew it as well. « I think it’s important that you learn to use your words. Say what you mean. Ask for what you want. » he added with a smirk. You rolled your eyes at him. « Would you be interested in showing me more… sir ? » you asked as you looked into his eyes. He let out a chuckle and eventually nodded. « Yeah. We could give it a try » he hummed. « you free next weekend ? ».

You gave him a smile, reassured to know that he had enjoyed your weekend together as much as you did and was willing to explore it further. « I am. I’m also free tomorrow though » you said innocently, making him chuckle and shake his head. « Can’t, tomorrow. Also, I’ll need to prepare stuff. But come next weekend and I’ll show you… more » he said with a warm smile.

Next weekend couldn’t come fast enough. But when it did, you were both nervous and excited. Beforehand, Marshall had texted you to confirm that you were still up for it, and gave you a few packing instructions. So far, nothing kinky. He just told you to pack your toiletries, meds, pajamas, an outfit you felt comfortable in and another one that was dressier - preferably a dress with high heels. When you arrived at his place, he greeted you with a hug and led you to the dining room. « So, this weekend is going to be a little different from what we did last time » he warned. « Obviously, for the sake of the bet, we kept it simple and easy last time. But this time, you’re going to get a better picture of what being a sub is like. Meaning that it’s not going to be me taking care of you. I mean, I will, that’s part of my job as a dom. But as a sub, you’re going to serve me. » he explained. You nodded and waited for further instruction. « Obviously, both of us have the right to stop everything at any moment. But since today is about showing you more, I thought I would do what I usually do with the subs I’m vetting, so I’ll put you to work right away. That’s ok with you ? » he asked. You nodded again, though this time, you felt a knot in your stomach. You weren’t quite sure what he meant by ‘putting you to work’. He got up and grabbed an envelope that was already on the table, before handing it to you. « Your first assignment will be pretty simple : paperwork. There’s an NDA I’m going to need you to sign. Obviously, we’re friends and I trust you, but this is standard procedure for everyone I’m seeing, so subs are no exception. There’s also forms I want you to fill in. Take your time and come to the movie room when you’re done. And feel free to come if you have any questions, ok ?» he added. He got up and quietly stared at you as you started to inspect the paperwork. Before leaving the room, he cupped your face and gave you a smile.

You quickly read the NDA before signing it. You didn’t give it too much thought. If anything, you were fine with paperwork protecting the both of you. Of course, the consequences of anyone discovering what you were up to would be disastrous for his reputation but, even though you weren’t a public figure, you didn’t exactly want anyone to know you were involved in something BDSM-related. Especially not with one of your closest friends. For some reason, signing the NDA made it clear in your mind that you were crossing a line in your friendship. And it became even clearer as you glanced at the forms. It was basically a spreadsheet you needed to fill, regarding what you were ok with, what you’d experienced before, as well as your limits (both hard and soft). The least you could say is that the whole thing was rather detailed. You took your time to fill everything, doing some occasional googling on your phone when you needed clarification regarding some of the practices listed. You felt a little apprehensive at the idea that Marshall would be seeing this. Of course, it made sense. He had made it quite clear that the whole thing about consent and safety. But the whole form-filling felt both intimate and clinical at the same time. After a while, you went to find him in the movie room, where he was lounging in front of some random TV show. « All good ? » he asked. « Yeah. All good. » you hummed as you handed him the small stack of paper. « That was… Dense. » you observed. He chuckled and nodded. « Told you I was putting you to work. I know it’s not the most fun but that’s an important part » he explained. You nodded and looked at him with eyes full of questions. « So… Do I get to see your checklist too ? » you asked innocently. He shook his head. « No need. What matters is your checklist. I mean, if there’s anything on there that I’m not ok with, even if you said you were fine with it, we won’t do it. But as the dom, it’s my job to tailor the whole thing to you and your needs. Not the other way around. ». He stared at you intently, his gaze conveying a seriousness you didn’t see too often. « But… I don’t get to know what you’re into ? » you asked with a smile and a raised eyebrow. « What you need to know, you will find out soon enough » he assured with a smirk. « But for now, we have something else to focus on. Something important, actually ».

There was a moment of silence. He got up from the couch, paused the TV show and faced you. You were in the middle of the room, which was dimly lit, with shadows that danced across the walls. Just like the rest of his house, it felt cozy and luxurious. You’d been there so often that, most of the time, you weren’t even aware of your surroundings. But now, you seemed to notice every detail. Your heart was racing in your chest. Marshall placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. « Kneel for me, please » he ordered quietly. You stared at him for a second before doing as you were told. You knelt at the center of the room, your knees pressing into the soft carpet beneath you. He gently directed you, ordering you to rest your palms on your things and keep your head down. You could feel your fingers tremble slightly and you tried your best to steady your breathing. You could hear him pace behind you, his presence filling the room. You had both agreed that this weekend would be some sort of training, an opportunity for you to see more. Your thoughts were swirling in anticipation. You had no idea what was coming next but you trusted him. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and commanding, cutting through the stillness like a blade.

« Kneeling is more than just a position, Y/N, » Marshall said, stepping into your line of sight, his eyes fixed on you. « It’s a reminder of who holds the power, of who’s in control. » Your breath caught in your throat. His voice alone made you feel small, not in a way that diminished you, but in a way that made you aware of how much you were surrendering to him. It wasn’t just about kneeling—it was about giving yourself over to him completely, about letting go of your own control. Marshall crouched down in front of you, his eyes meeting yours for the first time. There was a seriousness in his gaze, but also a hint of something else—something that spoke of patience, of care. « When you kneel for me,” he continued, “it’s not just a physical act. It’s a symbol of trust. You’re giving me your submission, and in return, I’m giving you my protection, my guidance. Do you understand that? »

You nodded, your throat tight. « Yes… Sir, » you whispered, voice trembling slightly. He tilted his head, watching you carefully, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips, though the serious frown remained. « Words are easy, Y/N. I need to know you feel it. That you believe it. » Your gaze faltered for a moment, your mind racing. You had wanted this—craved the sense of belonging, of purpose—but now that you were here, the weight of it all pressed down on you. You didn’t want to disappoint him. You didn’t want to fail. « Look at me, » he said, his voice softer now. You lifted your eyes to meet his again, and when you did, you saw the intensity in them—the same intensity you saw in him whenever you witnessed him at work, in the studio or on stage, in the lyrics he rapped with fire and conviction. But this wasn’t the Marshall the world knew. This was the man who was about to take you under his control, and the depth of his focus on you was overwhelming. « I need you to remember something, » he said slowly, his hand brushing along your jawline, making you shiver. « When you kneel, it’s a choice. You’re choosing to trust me. You’re choosing to give me control. But once you make that choice, Y/N, you don’t get to question it. You don’t get to doubt it. When you’re down here, at my feet, I am in control. Understand? »

His thumb traced your lower lip, the touch almost tender, and yet it held a kind of power that made your stomach tighten. You felt the weight of his words, of what he was asking of you. It wasn’t just about the physical act of kneeling—it was about giving him your mind, will and obedience. « Yes, Sir, » you whispered again, but this time, there was more certainty in your voice. « Good girl, » he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours. The praise made your heart flutter, warmth spreading through you at his approval. Just like that weekend, weeks ago, when you had played the role of his pet. Marshall stood slowly, towering over you as he resumed pacing, his presence once again commanding the space around you. « When I say kneel, you drop to your knees without hesitation. It doesn’t matter where we are or what you’re doing. When I say the word, you obey. No questions, no second-guessing. » You nodded, your body already responding to the firmness in his voice. You could feel the power shift between you, the way his dominance seeped into every word, every movement. « Right now, you’re learning what it means to submit to me, » he continued, stopping in front of you again. « And I want you to understand something important—this isn’t just about control. It’s about connection. When you kneel, you’re not just giving up your power. You’re giving me something precious. And in return, I take care of you. I help you thrive. »

His words were grounding, filling you with a sense of calm amidst the uncertainty. You weren’t just kneeling for him because he demanded it—you were kneeling because you wanted to. Because you trusted him to quiet the noise in your head. Marshall circled you, his fingers brushing over your shoulder as he passed, sending a shiver down your spine. « Keep your eyes down, » he ordered, and you quickly dropped your gaze to the floor again. He stopped behind you, close enough that you could feel his breath on the back of your neck. « You’re mine, Y/N. When you’re here, in this position, I need you to remember that. You don’t need to think. You don’t need to worry. All you need to do is obey. »

Your pulse quickened at his words, a mixture of anticipation and fear swirling in your chest. You could feel the weight of his dominance pressing down on you, but it wasn’t suffocating. It was freeing. « I’m the one in control, » he said firmly. « And when you’re with me, like this, I will always be in control. Do you trust me with that? » You nodded, your voice soft but certain. « Yes, Sir. » Marshall moved back around to face you, crouching down once more so that your eyes and his were level. His hand cupped your chin, tilting your head slightly upward. « Good. Then let’s begin. »

And with that, you felt the world around you shift. You were no longer just yourself—you were his. Surrendering to him, to his control, was the first step in a new journey and you could feel it.

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gauloiseblue · 11 months ago

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TF141 + König | sensory deprived sex

[+18 | Adult Content MDNI]

You told your partner that you wanted to try something new, and that involves him being tied up, blindfolded, and keeping their ears covered. They'd be on the receiving end, and you'd be in control of the situation. At least, that's what the initial plan was.

Price

He, of course, would laugh at the idea first, but agreed to it later on

But he will find a way to negotiate one or two things, and that ends up with you riding on his face

He'd still have the blindfold, handcuffs, and earplugs on, but those wouldn't stop him from knowing how much he draws reactions from you

He won't hesitate to start off with a rougher pace, as he sucks, licks, and presses his tongue against your clit without missing a beat

In the end, he pulls out several orgasms from you, just by his mouth

"Luv." He said as he kissed the side of your thigh, "Sit on my lap now so I can fuck you properly, a'right?"

Gaz

He'd jokingly agree with you, but in his mind, he's actually nervous about it

The thing is, he's a vanilla guy, and while he can go for rounds, the kinkiest thing he ever done with you is choking (that is, if you can call wrapping his hand around your throat in loose grip as choking)

Still, he wants to give it a try. He can't resist a good challenge

He'd feel a little disoriented when you first put the earmuffs and blindfold on him, but he'd follow your command as he lays down on the bed

When you sink yourself down on him, he hisses at the newfound sensation. It's like his sensitivity has increased by tenfold

While it's fun to treat him to a new experience, the sex is pretty much the same, but with extra step

But if you release him from his bind and earmuffs, you're in for a wild ride <3

Ghost

It'd take several pleas and persuasions to get him on board with it

And when he's in, he's not holding back. He warned you that, but you didn't take it too seriously. After all, you'd be the one who has control over him

Everything would go smoothly as you planned if you had brought stronger cuffs

So when you tease him with a languid pace, purposely edging him several times, he decides that he had enough

You didn't even realize when he broke the chain and flipped you over with his now free hands

He doesn't let you process what just happens as he snaps his hips against yours repeatedly, making it hard for you to form any words with your lips

His pace would be brutal and unforgiving, as he drilled himself into you without a break

At the end of the session, you'd be thoroughly filled and sore. With two sets of bruises on each side of your waist

Soap

One thing that you know about him, is that he's always up for a challenge

You wanna know if he can still make you cum without seeing or hearing it from you? Why the fuck not?

Since you don't have a pair of cuffs, you settle with a long piece of cloth. And that's honestly a mistake

You know that he's athletic, and capable of knocking people down with his hands tied up, so you shouldn't be surprised when your position is flipped

One moment, you were riding him, yet the next second, you're under him, with his legs supporting yours in a mating press

"Sorry lass, ya won't cum at that speed." He'd grin, before thrusting himself into you

You'd be lying if you say he's wrong

König

Picture this; he's fucking you against the table with his hand tied behind his body, that's it folks, that's the prompt

Just like Ghost, it'd take a lot of convincing before he agrees to do it

But since he's bitchy about the arrangement, you decide to put a gag on him as well

You sat him on the chair, before you sank into his lap, cockwarming him as you do the paperwork

He's quiet for the first 5 minutes, but after that, he'd bounce you on his lap to get any friction. You dig your nails on his thigh as a warning, and he groans in displeasure

You almost reach the 30-minute mark before he suddenly growls in your ear and gets up

The sheer strength he possesses knocks you down as he presses his body against you, effectively stopping you from running away

With your body trapped between him and the table, you are completely at his mercy

#cod #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod x reader #tf 141 x reader #john price x reader #ghost x reader #soap x reader #gaz x reader #konig x reader #no thoughts head empty #just cod men

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ohthewh0rror · 1 year ago

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THEO NOTT: DATING HEADCANONS

A/N: Theo is practically irrelevant to the HP series and almost entirely fan made, so this is just how I characterize him. Anyway, here’s my second favorite boy (right behind Tom).

His reputation doesn’t mean as much to him as other pure-bloods and Slytherins, so you being in a different house or being a half-blood/muggleborn isn’t going to deter him from wanting to be with you.

Will not introduce you to his father if he has any say in it, ESPECIALLY if you’re anything other than a pure-blood.

Might be hesitant to introduce you to his friends because if they offend you he will not hesitate to confront them about it, but would rather not get into a fight with his friends if he can help it.

Would 110% fight another witch/wizard over you. Typically just hexes them, but if another wizard takes it too far he’s more than willingly to fight the muggle way.

Controversial: doesn’t smoke that often, only once a day after classes end, but always invites you. He likes to hear you talk about your day, doesn’t matter how “boring” you thought it was.

Lover boy through and through. You are this man’s everything.

You once mentioned that your father used to write your mom love letters and how sweet you thought it was. So for the next 2 weeks Theo gave you little love notes throughout the day everyday.

He’s on the quiet side, so you’re the one carrying the conversation usually, but does chime in to make sure you know he’s actually listening.

Doesn’t come from a loving family, so will greedily eat up any kind touch/word you give to him.

Absolutely melts if you make/buy him any type of jewelry. He has so much money and could afford the most expensive jewelry the wizarding world has to offer, but would choose the cheap beaded bracelet you made him instead any day.

The type to do self-care with you. Face mask? Cool. Manicures? He already has a color picked out. Need help with your hair? Just tell him what to do.

Like everyone he is still human and does have negative traits.

Theo knows he is witty and has a sharp tongue when provoked and he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings. So he’d rather you be angry that he’s not taking the conversation about how you feel seriously than hurt your feelings.

Theo wishes he could say he trust you completely, but his upbringing has left him with trust issues. There’s always a little voice in the back of his mind saying you’re going to fuck him over or leave him one day.

Tries his best not to listen to it. But can’t help but read into your every move, so if he gets suspicious of you that’s when the petty side of him comes out.

It pretty much consists of him accusing you and bringing up things you’re insecure about / struggling with.

Only stops if you walk away or as soon as he sees your tears.

Will apologize, but his apologies are a little on the awkward side, so they feel insincere.

Controversial (again): not kinky in bed, he’s actually fairly vanilla. The kinkiest thing this man does is fuck you from the back. Is willing to experiment though if you really want him to.

Uses typical pet names on you: babe/baby/love. But if he’s looking to tease you he calls you ‘princess’.

Father/Marriage bonus:

GIRL DAD!!! GIRL DAD ALERT!!!

Almost threw up when he first held her because of adrenaline and fear of accidentally dropping her.

Is pretty hands on, helps in any way he can when he’s not working.

Spoils his daughter to hell and back. No one tells his little girl ‘no’.

Married you a few years after your daughter is born. You two had been together since your years at Hogwarts, but the both of you wanted to take it slow as you were both still young. When you got pregnant it was honestly an accident, and once the baby was born you were so wrapped up in being new parents that marriage wasn’t crossing either of your minds.

#anyway #my pookie deserved a list #I love talking about this man #theo nott #theo nott x y/n #theo nott x you #theo nott x reader #theo nott imagine

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fuckyeahmhawkefenris · 7 months ago

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It is unbearably quiet on tumblr lately, and what little talking there is, it's all about the next game. Yeah, we're no longer in 2012, I get it.

I'll just keep entertaining myself however I can.

I've always wanted to talk about one fic I secretly refer to as one of the hidden gems in the fenhawke archives. I have never ever seen anyone bring it up, and in all these years I've never dared to recommend it to anyone... Don't think you can even find it so easily? For good reason tbh...

Thing is, it's a fill for da kink community on livejournal. Anyone remember that place? The safe haven where anyone could anonimously submit the kinkiest most shameless things you could think of - offering prompts, filling them... Those were some desperate times when we were painfully low on content, and it was very hard to find something to read. Finding a story with characterization that suited your vision was near impossible!

I myself was desprate enough to brave through countless pages of imageries I could not stomach, skimming through them just to get the general idea until something captured my attention.

So I found this, and honestly, to this day to me it is one of the best examples of... idk, not just good characterization, but the overall feeling of the fenhawke relationship, why I can't let go of them after 12 years? It's all subjective, of course, but no fanfic ever resonated with me as deeply as this. Also back then mage Hawke was not very popular and most stories featured rogues... I used to be very sad and lonely!

Warning: it's extremely triggery. I wouldn't even recommend reading the first part at all, because it's too difficult and painful to get through. Hell, I couldn't read it! I was looking through the text very VERY briefly to get only the most basic and vague understanding of what was happening, and it was still hard! There is a lot of abuse, rape, slavery things...

To get the idea:

The Alone quest did not get resolved as planned. Danarius managed to win that battle, captured Fenris and returned to Tevinter, gravely injuring Hawke in the process (Fenris thought he was killed). To break the remains of his will, Danarius threatens to erase Fenris's memories of Hawke, and he succumbs and stops resisting altogether. I don't want to recall the details, but it was awful. Go straight to part 17 (it's a flashback) to read a very lovely take on fenhawke first night together. It's super sweet and gentle, though painfully sad in context. Still, beautiful. Well, it gets worse before it gets better! Somewhere in part 19 Fenris's friends come for him (they sailed all the way here on Isabela's new ship) and he's rescued. What follows is an exceptionally touching tender reunion with Hawke. Oh, and then, once all is settled comes the second part - All the King's men, which is much less controversial and fairly easy to read. Fenris copes with his experiences, and Hawke is always there for him. There are some truly fantastic moments as they slowly get close to each other again! Isabela is pretty great here, and Anders... sorta made me warm up to his character? And it's all fairly believable and close to how we see them in the game.

I'm saying all this and linking this fic on the off chance that someone with tastes similar to mine ever needs something like it. I know I am grateful it exists, and still hold it very dear to my heart. Definitely never regretted finding it!

#dragon age 2 #da2 #fenhawke #hawris #fenris #garrett hawke #male hawke x fenris #fenris x m!hawke #private ramblings #FicRec #FirstNight

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samzies-world · 4 days ago

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Ateez’s hierarchy

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Soooo I noticed a lot of people ranking and writing their opinions on which Ateez members were on the top and bottom of their hierarchy so I wanted to share mine cause I feel like there is a lot I don't see on them much but I love reading them nonetheless. So here’s mine

Most dominant - Most submissive

This is mainly focused on dom and submissive not so much top and bottom because i think with certain members they all can cave (I will happily attach a masterlist to this and elaborate with short fics of each ship if you guys want)

Yeosang: Dominant - Switch but mainly top

BEFORE ANYONE COMES AT ME I put Yeosang at the top because I see him as the kinkiest member; let me elaborate. We all know what they say about the shy quiet people well then I don’t see why Yeosang is always so low on the hierarchy. He is definitely sadistic and how he always walks around the dorm naked?!?! He clearly only does it because he wants to see his members drool over him. Anyways he’s definitely into ruining his members and watching them suffer.

Hongjoong: Dom - Top - Rarely ever bottoms (Mainly just if he’s stressed) Only bottoms for the members he knows can fuck him right

Hongjoong is seen as the daddy of the group. Why the heck would he not be high in the hierarchy? In fact the only reason I didn’t put him higher than Yeosang is because I feel like he’s not as of a “Strict” dom as Yeosang. (well he is he’s just not as cruel.) Don’t get me wrong though he will still be able to put Yeosang in his place if he was in the wrong (LIke I said I will happily go into depth with this if you guys want) but we all know Yeosang is all the members princess so it’s not often. He more so praises his members when they're in the bedroom and is good at talking them through it. (Definitely likes watching them cry over his good words). When it gets to putting any of his members in their place though his act definitely changes most of the time giving said members whiplash how their loving captain can go mean. He doesn’t give them pleasure just some endless torture not even letting them finish at the end saying if he did make them cum they would just do it again while putting their pants back on ignoring their pleads.

Yunho: PERVERT - hard switch

This one is my favorite because I only ever see bottom Yunho in the rankings but in fics I can find perv Yunho SO WHY IS IT DIFFERENT WITH HIS MEMBERS AND NOT MC!?!

Anyways this man is a pervert he can be dominant and submissive he just wants that bag whatever you give him he’ll take. If he’s initiating he can beg or just simply take it just depends on which member it is like the members below him or above him. And for special Jongho he’ll probably start off begging him and then while teasing him end up on top of him while he’s not expecting and top from there.

Jongho: Dom - Top (or is he?) no he’s a switch (Shhhhh)

I gave fourth place dominant to Jongho because I feel like he never really bottoms not so much the fact that he’s kinky dominant he’s more so just dominant OUT o f the bedroom like opening things for his members and whipping stuff off their faces but when he is with the kinkier members (like Yeosang) in the bedroom and he’s doing “Gross” stuff to him they can definitely tell he likes it and their not afraid to point it out and degrade him. He says he’s a top and generally is but he is still their maknae so of course he cant get away with not bottoming once in a while (He secretly loves it though so it’s ok) The only one that really seems to let him actually dominate him is Seonghwa (In his head he’s testing him and just admiring how cute he is) but it’s the only member that doesn't say it out loud everyone one else always ends up on top of him somehow.

Seonghwa: Mother - Switch

Okrrrrr so I feel like Seonghwa has such a caring role outside of the bedroom so of course he gets seen as the mother of the group and it can be sometimes be incorporated in the bedroom also like when hongjoong is stressed or if Jongho is in need of some relief but doesn’t want the teasing when he tells him he wants to top. So Seonghwa happily helps them- all of them when they get this way he can top if they need it and bottom he’s there for their pleasure and to service them. He can also put them in their place though like if Wooyoung can’t stop teasing him especially one day you can bet it will end with him shaking and trembling in his bed.

Mingi: Another service switch

Mingi is a princess after all and that's how I came to this conclusion he has strong feelings and they can control him most of the time and it’s not like he can control it but sometimes they get a strong hold of him like anxiety and stuff so when he needs a moment in the bedroom with one of his members he just wants them to tell him how good he is whether he wants them to make him do stuff so he can earn the title or if he can finally cave ad except the praise while all he does is lay down and look good for them. That's on his softer days though he is still human so on good days and stuff he tends to be more of a top generally still a service top.

Wooyoung: perv… - Switch Bottom leaning

So I'm also putting on pervert for Woyoung but he also falls low on the hierarchy because while Yunho is a perv it’s still in a more dominant way while Wooyoungs is in more of a submissive way. He still will top but prefers to be ruined and be a brat just so he can be put in his place.

San: Sub - Switch rArely

OK SO DON’T KILL ME! But i'm putting him on the bottom BECAUSE this man was TWIIINK and i know you might think he’s de-twinkified BUT IS HE REALLY he only likes to work out to get checked out by his other members lats be real here (imma write on that) AND THE STUFFED ANIMALS!?!? Like hes sub by heart he loves getting called cute and when he and Wooyoung get together all I see is a kitten pile loving on each other so these kittens are going on the bottom but San can be the obedient one meheheh.

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I wrote this really badly buuut like I said I would love it if you guys told me what ship you want me to elaborate with and I’ll make a master list attachment. My tumblr is very lonely and I love the community so I’m always willing to write things suggested to me!

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zeezelweazel · 1 year ago

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Until Dawn| NSFW Headcanons|

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I would love to write more until dawn & the quarry as well so send in your requests :)

TW: praise kink (sam, jess), body worship (jess), bondage (emily), pet play(ash), rough sex(ash)

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• Sam •

- Out of all the girls Sam is the most vanilla one. It's not like sex with her is boring, it's anything but. She's just pretty tame when it comes down to it. Would take a bit of convincing if you want her to try something new but she definitely won't venture to far on the kinky side. She, not so secretly, loves it when you call her 'good girl' but that's as far as she'll go with pet names during sex.

- She's a switch with no specific preference. You want her to top you? Get ready for your legs to turn into jello. You want to top her? You'll watch her whimper and moan beneath you as she begs for you to touch her just a bit more.

- Absolutely loves marks. It doesn't matter who they're on. She prefers it when you leave hickeys on places that aren't visible, just so she doesn't have to go through the hassle of covering them up. Her favourite place to mark is your thighs. Her favourite place to spend her day is between your legs and the amount of purple marks on your soft skin are a constant reminder of that.

• Jessica •

- Sex is one of the best things in your relationship with Jessica. She is super energetic and horny most of the time so you two have sex on a regular basis. She isn't too vanilla or too kinky. Middle is good. She would have trouble getting out of her comfort zone though. It's a given that she would be hesitant to trying new things in the bedroom because of her underlying insecurities.

- Speaking of her insecurities, she loves when you show her how much you love and appreciate her through sex. She'd definitely be into body worship and would be delighted to spend just as much time loving your body as you do with hers.

- She's a bottom leaning switch. She's also very vocal in the bedroom and you definitely know when you're doing a good job. One of the things that get her going is praise. She loves the feeling especially when it's paired up with some good old dry humping. If you whisper sweet praises in her ear while she's riding your thigh she'll absolutely melt.

• Emily •

- Much like many other things in your relationship, sex with Emily is a wild ride. She might seem like the dominant top that will roughly give away control, but she's a power bottom at heart.

- She's quite a kinky person. Em is a goner the moment handcuffs and gags appear. It surprised you at first, how such a strong and blunt person had the desire to be topped and dominated. It would take time for the both of you to find a balance but when you do, get ready for the best sex you'll ever have. Em will act like a brat on purpose just to rile you up. It's one of her favourite past times, considering how much she enjoys the punishments that always follow.

- Another thing that Em surprisingly loves is when you pay special attention to her tits. They are very sensitive and playing with her chest never fails to make her whine and whimper while she writhes and rubs her thighs together. Em is neither loud nor quiet. Her sounds are mostly breathless moans and whimpers. She will almost never beg you to touch her, you must driver her crazy for her to reach the beginning point.

• Ashley •

- Undoubtedly the kinkiest one of them all is sweet and quiet Ashley. You know what they say, it's always the quiet ones.

- She's definitely into pet play and adores it when you call her 'kitten' during sex. She is a bottom and cannot top anyone for the life of her. She has a normal sex drive but when she does get horny she's very needy. You're going to immediately know when she's in the mood, she can't hide it even if she wants to. She'd want you to be rough with her. Spank her, slap her, pull her hair, bite her. She's into that shit. She also loves face sitting. Preferably with you on top. She has a lot of secret fantasies, as your relationship progresses and she starts to trust you more she'll let you in on them. She would be very happy if you tried them with her. She would also be excited to bring cameras in the mix.

- The idea of filming a video of you fucking her just so you can potentially jerk off to it makes her so incredibly wet. She would also take a lot of nudes and would on purpose send them to you when she knows you won't be able to do anything about it.

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abbott976 · 8 months ago

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Take Her Name Out Of Your Mouth

Zeke sighed as he towelled off and began to dress. Wrestling practice had been brutal today. Coach was prepping them for their upcoming tournament on Kingshead Island and had been pushing them hard all week. But today was finally Friday which meant a much needed break and some time with his girl.

As Zeke began putting his dirty practice clothes into his duffel bag, his phone buzzed on his locker shelf with a text from Tina.

"Hey baby, are you still coming by the restaurant tonight after practice? I figured we could hang out after closing since it's Friday :)"

Zeke smiled as he punched out a quick reply, letting her know practice had just ended and he'd be heading over soon.

Just as he hit send, he felt one of his teammates approach him. Unfortunately it was Bradley, who was the biggest asshole Zeke had ever met. He was a bully at best and a borderline predator in how he treated the girls at school.

Zeke couldn't stand how misogynistic he was, with Bradley always talking about his latest conquest in the locker room. Zeke had told him on more than one occasion he needed to mind his manners and respect the girls he was with, but Bradley always shook him off.

Today, Bradley had decided to push Zeke's buttons once again.

"Ooh got your little girlfriend waiting for ya Zeke? Bet she'd love to see you after practice, huh?"

Zeke tried to ignore him. He knew he could easily take Bradley in a fight and didn't need to stir up trouble. But if he couldn't keep Tina's name out of his mouth, Zeke would make sure he'd regret it.

"You know Zeke, I kind of get what you see in her. I mean the quiet shy type are always the kinkiest in my experience. I bet she's a real freak in the sheets for you."

Without a seconds hesitation, Zeke turned and decked Bradley in the jaw. All Zeke saw was red as he threw Bradley against the lockers.

"You'd be wise to take my girls name outta yer fuckin mouth Bradley."

"Oh yeah? Or what?"

And with that, Zeke let loose.

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"Hey Zeke, how was pract-- OH my God what happened to your face??" Linda all but screamed at him when he entered the restaurant.

"Hey Mrs. B. Don't worry I'm alright. Just busted my lip at practice. You know how Coach has been, what with the tournament coming up... He's been having us practice some new moves and one of the guys had me in a hold wrong, and I busted my lip on the way to the mat."

Linda studied him for a moment, and Zeke thought for sure she knew he was lying through his teeth. Zeke hated lying period, especially to the Belchers, but he hatrd the idea of Tina knowing what that jerk had said about her.

Just when he thought Linda was about to call him on his lie, she gave him a small half smile.

"Okay honey... how about you go into the kitchen with Bobby. Have him get you some ice for that lip, okay? I'll let Tina know you're here. She's upstairs helping Louise get ready for a date."

"Thanks Mrs. B"

Zeke knew that while Linda may have decided to believe his flimsy excuse, Bob would see right through him in a second. The moment Zeke entered the kitchen, Bob looked him up and down from the grill.

"So. I take it you got into a fight at practice huh?"

"....yeah."

"I got some ice on the counter for you. I set it out by the first aid kit. Looks like your knuckles could use some bandaging up."

"Thanks, Mr. B."

Zeke quietly washed his hands and began the process of bandaging his bloodied and bruised knuckles. Thankfully they weren't in too bad of shape. When he finished he put the first aid kit away and began to ice his lip, leaning against the prep station and waiting for the questions he knew Bob had for him.

"Do I even want to know what the fight was about, Zeke?"

"Probably not, considering it was about your daughter."

"You got into a fight over Tina at practice?? With who?"

Zeke sighed. "Remember that asshole I was tellin ya about last week? That Bradley kid who can't keep his damn mouth shut or respect any of the girls he runs around on?"

Bob stilled at this. "Yeah."

"Well let's just say he needed a lesson in keeping Tina's name out of his mouth. AndI made sure he learned it quick."

With that, Zeke turned, dropping his ice pack on the counter, and began to prep some tomatoes for tomorrow's special. Bob stood silent beside him for a long time as he grilled and plated burgers through the late dinner rush.

When Tina came downstairs a while later looking for Zeke, he turned to Bob, and quietly asked

"Mr. B...Think we can keep what I told you between us? I don't like lying to Tina but I don't want her to know what that ass said about her. I don't want to upset her over what he said about her."

Bob simply patted him on the shoulder, giving his silent nod of agreement. As Zeke began to walk out of the kitchen to greet his girlfriend, Bob called after him.

"Hey Zeke?"

"Yeah Mr. B?"

"Thanks for looking out for her."

#ZekinaWeek24 #bobs burgers #tina belcher #zekina #day6:bully #just a touch of misogyny but not for long

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muffinsin · 1 year ago

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Hey, the succubus ask was really good! Loved the concept of Dani and her first time. I always liked the idea of Dani getting corrupted for her first time. I agree with your interpretation that Dani is the kinkiest of the sisters, but surely she wasn’t always that way. Poor innocent Dani, the youngest of house Dimitrescu. Naïve and viewing the world through rose tinted glasses because her only exposure to romance is through overly idealized and fictitious storybooks. She’s sheltered. The only interactions she can get aside from family are villagers/maids that have to tolerate her unless they want a sickle to the throat, thus all “friends” are disingenuous. In the rare occasion an outsider or foreigner gets trapped and forced to work in the castle it is still shallow and short lived interaction as many either feign interest to escape, caught escaping and are punished, or get themselves killed in the process of escaping. Most importantly, these are fragile mortals. Dani can never completely express affection physically because she has so much love to give and she gets so caught up in her emotions squeezing too hard during a hug, dragging a maid to show her something, shakes them too fast before realizing she’s killed them in her excitement. It’s not fair, Bela and Cassandra are better at controlling their strength. They’re able to have numerous relationships throughout their undead lives and Dani has yet to have one. Not to mention the frustration of her family babying her. She’s sheltered, innocent, but especially desperate. Dani wants to be loved and desired and to give it back, but her love proves to be deadly. Until one day…..an outsider appears, a fellow immortal. A female demon, not a succubus, but definitely a demon living among humans and traversing the world. Stumbling upon the secluded village during their trip to Romania. They sneak into the castle, no foul intentions they were just curious. They get caught by Bela and are brought to Alcina. The demoness does not put up a fight knowing that they can’t be harmed. However, they are disturbingly calm and quiet, which Bela and Alcina are not used to since a real human would be screaming, begging, fighting. Eventually, Alcina decides to put the “human” woman in the dungeon for the time being. Right then dani comes into the room to ask a question. She stops mid sentence with eyes locked on the outsider. The demoness finds her attractive and sensing an opportunity decided to wink at dani, showing interest. Dani is instantly taken by the mysterious woman and her romantic delusions are fueled. “She must be the one,” she thinks, “I must have her,” she reasons. Dani begs Alcina to have the woman. Alcina eventually agrees since she didn’t have plans for the woman before. Dani takes the demoness back to her room creating a tea party, including seats for stuffed animals (I headcanon that she has a shit ton of stuffed animals and talks to them sometimes lol). The demoness is still calm and quiet, listening to Dani intently as she rambles about her fav novels. Until dani slips up and mentions how lonely she is. The demoness picks up on this and questions dani, learning how inexperienced her “captor” really is. The demoness finds Dani very attractive and feels a genuine connection, so she decides to give Dani some of the love she’s been missing in her life…..exposing her to what real love and desire can feel like😉

I’m so weak for Dani istg-

This is a long one everyone XD also, very glad I finally got to tend to this!! Y’all don’t know for how long this has been sitting in my inbox ;-;🙇‍♀️

Let’s get into it!👀

Masterlists: 1-3

Daniela Dimitrescu is a hopeless romantic, this much is known throughout the entire castle. Another thing that is known: to avoid her at all costs, to avoid detection by the youngest daughter under all circumstances.

It is clear: detection by this daughter means sure death.

While with Bela there is more than just a fleeting chance to survive, should one only mind their manners and not get on her nerves,

And even Cassandra is somewhat survivable, should she not have her eye set specifically on you,

Daniela’s attention means death. Not a single one has survived an encounter with this one.

Sometimes, it is unavoidable to slip from her attention. And when she does see you, it is said it’s over already. Death comes to every “lover of hers”.

A delusional romance begins the moment she sets her eyes on her prey, and should anybody break this delusion of hers, they will be punished with death penalty. Not that there is an alternative, really, because even if one plays along, Daniela always ends up killing her playthings, leaving them disfigured and cold.

Now, this is what the stories say. And they are not completely wrong.

Save for Daniela’s view. The poor thing, who entirely shut away from the romantic, fairytale life she wishes to have.

Yearning, she asks herself: if she is locked in the castle the way Rapunzel is trapped in the tower, where is her saviour?

The one to lessen the solitude in the large castle? Her soulmate…

And poor Daniela, delusional and all too desperate to fall in love she rushes every step along the way. Instead, she falls madly for every person, believing- truly- they were instantly as madly in love with her. And, she is disappointed every time.

Eager and entirely deprived of romance and a partner, Daniela aches for true love. A relationship, a proper one.

Yes, those that catch her attention do not live. And each time she kills them, a small part of her heart breaks off.

She doesn’t mean to kill her lovers! She’s just- excited. She forgets how fragile humans are.

And so, she becomes more and more deprived of all of it.

She watches her sisters take lovers and spend their time with them, hears them bed them.

Yet, she is denied such a thing. Being the “baby” of the family, it seems nobody is good enough for her according to her sisters and mother.

Maidens willing and eager to bed her are scared off quickly by her protective sisters, or even torn apart entirely for daring to attempt to defile the youngest daughter.

The youngest sister, who is no longer young. Centuries pass, lifetimes, and poor Daniela is stuck in her role of a baby sister and daughter, coddled and spoiled through and through, protected and loved.

Oh, but so very isolated. Protective sisters ensuring her safety to the point she is unable to have dates or sex, an even more protective mother regularly proving and demonstrating she will slice all unworthy ones to ribbons who dare as much as touch Daniela.

Oh, but she yearns to be snatched right under all of their noses. She yearns for a relationship, for love. Something that lasts.

She promises, each time, she will be careful with her lover. Yet then excitement kicks in, and limbs are far too easily ripped and broken. Her love is deadly, her attention a curse. Her affection is a plague, and as such it leads to a lover’s death.

Yet…this is to change one day, unbeknown to Daniela.

It’s the day a demoness enters the village.

From far away, and eventually stumbling into the village, you traverse the world, looking for big and small wonders. It seems, you have found one, when you eye the large castle in the distance.

Between trees and clouds, a tower peeks out. The top of a large, luxurious castle. With its windows shining in the light and wind curling around its tips, flags waving in the wind.

The air is bitingly cold, but you don’t mind. You run warmer than most due to your inhuman nature.

You’ve met a single person so far, a woman, lost to the flame. In her dying phrase she spoke to you and warned you of the wicked witches in the castle.

Of course, this peaked your interest.

As you approach the castle entrance, you see the blood seeping into the wooden gate and staining the stony ground. You raise an eyebrow curiously.

It’s rare you come across killers. The world is painfully boring compared to the torture and pain, punishments and blood that is spilled where you come from. The thought of being among murderers excites you.

Is this why the village is so empty?

With ease no mortal would possess, you push open the heavy iron doors to the castle. Inside, it is warm. Nearly overwhelmingly so.

But, it is intentional, you notice. Every window in the entrance hall is closed. A fire is lit. Carpets scatter on the floor. It seems the inhabitants like it warm.

“Curiosity killed the cat”, you murmur to yourself with a small giggle. Perhaps you’d be cautious if anything in this world was as a threat to you.

Alas, you only feel burning curiosity.

You see a large painting, vases and flowers, rich colours and heavy curtains. The castle looks as though from a completely different decade.

As you walk, you hear light buzzing around you. A couple of times you need to swat some flies away.

At last, you find yourself in what seems to be a large hall. You find another large door. The windows next to it suggest it leads to the castle gardens. Yet, just as you grip the handle of the door, you hear loud giggling and the even louder buzzing of wings and flies.

You feel a body press up against your backside, and hear laughter in your ear. Yet when you turn, you see only flies.

It seems, the first “witch” is revealed to you. A brunette, with a large smirk and blood coating her lips. She stalks around you, as though you are her prey.

When you feel hands on your shoulders, gripping tight enough to bruise, another is revealed. A blonde. She grips you tightly, and laughs happily.

“We’ve caught you now, little one”, she hums, all too pleased with herself. She doesn’t seem to care for the fact you haven’t even attempted to move from her grasp. In fact, she seems entirely too sure of herself.

Both women’s faces are bloodied, their makeup smeared. They reek, of blood and sex, poorly covered by their rich perfumes. You doubt a mortal could smell, though.

They stare at you for a moment when you merely look at them and take in their appearance. Then, as though reminded of what they want, the brunette grips your arm tightly and pulls you with her.

“Mother will know what to do with you!”, the blonde tries to threaten. Intrigued, you follow without putting up a fight.

More elegant halls greet you, as well as warm carpets and lit fireplaces. The women are dressed in black dresses, with black, thin coats and black heels. Gloves cover their hands.

When you enter a room, you find a woman, too tall to be mortal, dressed in white. She must be the mother of the two, you think.

Unlike her daughters, the woman seems less animalistic in her movements. She doesn’t seem to bother trying to catch you, while still attempting to present herself as a predator.

“So, you have broken into my Castle”, she speaks, loud and clear. You hear the girls snicker next to you when they let go of you.

“I was merely curious, Milady. I mean no harm, I’m simply passing through”, you answer, voice as steady as hers. It seems to catch the three off guard.

“Mother! Let me have her!”, The brunette demands. She’s holding her sickle tightly, her smile wide and sadistic. You merely raise an eyebrow at her. You wonder, how fast will the little sadist grow tired of you when you will not scream in pain?

“Mother! I captured her for you!”, the blonde pipes in. She frowns angrily, almost pouts. It can almost be described as adorable, how the woman seems unhappy about her sister asking for what she believes is rightfully hers.

A large, gloved hand sets on her head, and it seems to calm the angry blonde. “Patience, you two. She must be sampled first”, the tall woman, their mother, answers simply.

Despite their apparent wild nature, they both obey the command and back away a little.

It’s your turn to frown when your arm is lifted, your wrist exposed for the countess. You watch curiously as she digs her teeth inside, the pain others would experience barely a numbness you feel.

All three seem unsatisfied with your reaction, how you merely watch curiously and drop your hand back to your side when she is done. Still, the mother of two doesn’t let this bother her, it seems.

She wipes her lips almost gracefully, then sniffs richly. “She is of no use to our cause”, she declares, and almost immediately the two women in black push themselves back against you.

“You heard her! We can have her! Why can’t I ever get the first bite?!”, the brunette argues from your left. She tugs your arm harshly, sneering at her sister.

“You know I get the first bite! Mother! Tell her!”, the bratty blonde answers, her hands tightly around your right arm, tugging and baring her teeth at her sister.

You dare snicker at them, giggling at their reactions. They both draw back a little in confusion.

Just as the older woman opens her mouth again, likely to quit the bi keeping between the two, the large doors are pushed open yet again.

You inhale automatically, smelling a sweet, flowery aroma in the air. A third woman- a third sister- appears.

“Mother, why isn’t the librar…”

The moment you spot her, Daniela spots you. You hold your breath for a moment without meaning to.

The third sister is breathless, rivalling the other two in beauty and effortlessly standing out. She smells less dark, does not reek of human arousal and sweat, although she shares the bloody aroma of her sisters. Still, she smells of flowers and perfume.

It seems, you found someone worthwhile in the castle.

Daniela gasps when you wink at her, her hand rising to her chest automatically. A large grin comes to her face, and the glint even reaches her eyes. She understands: that’s why all these people have died! She was just waiting for you! Oh, surely you must be who she is meant to be with!

Daniela shrieks and quickly grabs your arm, pulling you away from her older sisters as she sees them summon their sickle already, having seen the flirty wink thrown her way.

“Mother!”, she pipes up. “Mother!”, she repeats, ensuring the tall woman looks at her. Daniela nuzzles against her hand eagerly, unaware of the daggers the woman shoots your way.

“May I keep her, please?”, She begs, golden puppy eyes full on display. You smirk at this- the auburn haired woman certainly knows her weapons. You can immediately tell she is the youngest of the bunch, by the protectiveness of her family as well as the puppy eyes only she pulls out.

Puppy eyes, the Mother of three seems to have trouble denying.

“Your sisters have caught her, Daniela. Aside from this, she was supposed to go in the basement, my dove”, the older woman reasons. Both older sisters seem pleased by this, their eyes flashing to you murderously.

“Please, mama, I want her”, Daniela begs. She can’t help the smile that comes to her face- she knows Mother will give into this.

And right she is. With a sigh and a gloved hand patting Daniela’s head, the countess grants her youngest the wish.

“Mother! She’ll just die with her anyway! I want a turn before that!”, The brunette immediately complains. You eye the redhead. She seems genuinely hurt by her sister’s words.

“She won’t! I’ll take good care of her! She loves me!”, she argues, oblivious to your surprised gasp and raised eyebrow.

Love? Now, she’s a little ahead of herself. You don’t deny that you feel attraction to the beautiful woman, however.

So, without much more ado, you feel her grasp your hand in hers, tugging you from the chamber.

“I’m Daniela!”, she introduces herself eagerly. She’s beyond happy and pleased with herself, and her grip on you is tight. The numbness in your arm has you realise- the enthusiastic thing would have broken your hand had you been a mortal.

Daniela yelps in surprise when you come to a halt, instead hold her hand gently and pull it to your lips. She blushes sweetly as you kiss her knuckles. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Daniela”.

You are not overly secretive with her, and share your name freely. She grins at this, and repeats it. You find, your name sounds beautiful coming from her soft lips and spoken in her gentle voice.

“We’ll be so happy together!”, she says then, tugging you along once again. You follow her eagerly, adoring the little skip she has in her steps.

“May I ask, Daniela”, you coo. “What is this place?”

She doesn’t seem bothered by your questions at all. You’re the first to fill the silence with her.

“Castle Dimitrescu, silly. It’s your new home!”, she beams. You hum. It certainly isn’t a bad place, even if the excited little thing is wrongly under the impression that this is your home.

Funnily enough, she won’t be wrong.

You follow her until she brings you to another room- this one is large and bright, full of- everything, really.

There’s a large bed, fit for a princess. You startle momentarily as the woman dissolves into what seems to be many flies. She manifests at the bed again, giggling as she plops down on it, surrounded by pillows and blankets, and more stuffed animals than you have ever seen in a single bed during your travels.

You walk past a small desk with pots and silverware on it, past shelves stacked with books and a canvas with a few flowers drawn on it, until you too sit on the bed.

Your eyes widen when she suddenly moves again, instead straddles your lap and holds onto your shoulders tightly.

“I’ve been waiting so long for you, my love!”, she declares, her head resting against your shoulder.

You notice she is cold, even through the black dress she seems to share with her sisters. She feels incredible against your warm skin. In turn, Daniela all but sucks up the warmth of your skin.

“Do you like my room?”, she asks, her hair tickling your face. You don’t mind. You can’t help but smile when wide, golden eyes look up at you as she asks. You realise they nearly sparkle in the light.

“I do”, you answer honestly. You can’t help but wrap your arm around her, holding her hip to steady her.

Again, you notice her flesh is cold, but also soft. She’s incredibly human for an inhuman being, a mutant.

“I love it, in fact”, you correct yourself, and she beams up at you. “Do you enjoy reading?”, You ask. You can’t explain it, but she is intriguing. This little ball of sunshine among darkness has you curious.

Her eyes widen, and her lips part. She rambles, and you love every bit of it. With each word you feel your attraction and admiration for her grow.

She talks of her favourite books, romance and fantasy ones, of princesses and fairytales, of love and war, of poetry and what not.

She swarms off your lap as she talks, instead guides you to move off the bed as well and sit at the small table near it. You follow, captivated by her words.

As she talks, she moves fast and gracefully. Light shines through the window and caresses her skin and the edges of her dress.

Your auburn haired “captor” looks beautiful.

“So it is company you seek?”, you ask when she takes a breather. She’s been rambling non stop, but you don’t mind. You think it’s endearing.

A sigh passes her lips. She sets up some stuffed animals around you, before she too falls down on one of the chairs.

It almost looks like a tea party, and you wonder whether she ever has real ones- Whether she has people to have them with. The poor thing seems pitifully lonely, so much so she must do with stuffed animals put in small dresses for company.

You understand her, though, and lift the tea pot. It’s empty, but you don’t mind playing along. Daniela smiles again when you “pour” tea into her cup, then into each standing in front of the stuffed animals;

A green giraffe. It’s knitted, and wears a small, dark jacket, which is knitted too. You see blood covering the neck and figure Daniela must bite it sometimes.

A blue fish, round and silly looking with a top hat on top of it. It seems to be made out of cotton, if you had to guess.

And a pony, light pink, with dark pink hair. Dressed in a purple dress with a silver ring serving as a crown.

“I love my family. Mother, my sisters”, Daniela explains. She looks longing almost, and when she grasps your hand, you give hers a reassuring squeeze.

“I love the castle too. I don’t remember living anywhere else. I’ve been here all my life. In this region. We are sometimes allowed outside, in the forest, to hunt”, she explains. You hum in acknowledgment as you “sip” your tea. The action makes her cheeks burn.

Daniela’s never really had a proper tea party with her lovers, they simply never did it right. And her sisters soon grew out of it and didn’t wish to entertain her parties anymore. But you seem to know exactly what to do. Daniela grins for a moment- yes, you are her soulmate, she is sure.

“I love being so close to my sisters. They’re everything to me”, she continues on. She sounds content, but- longing. Being the only mutant among mortals has you long for company, too.

“And the castle is so grand and beautiful. I’m thankful to be able to call it my home”, Daniela speaks gently. She reaches for her stuffed animal as she does; the giraffe. With petite fingers and gentle movements, she plays with the knitted animal’s head.

“I just…”

“Feel lonely”, you add for her. Golden eyes snap to you, widening in amazement. “Yes! Yes, lonely!”, Daniela confirms.

You notice yourself lean in closer to her, and see her do the same. She’s adorably desperate already, her hand knocking over teacups as she leans over the table. When you cup her cheek, she smiles happily.

GYou can no longer hold back, nor do you attempt to. Your body urges you to take her, but also, you do want to give the beauty what she seeks. Perhaps your solitude has ended too.

Daniela hums in surprise when you at last push forwards the last bit, cupping her reddening cheek as it grows warm under your fingertips.

She hums into the kiss, clumsily trying to return it. At this, you smile against her plump lips. She isn’t an experienced kisser, but good enough from the few kisses she stole from maidens here and there. You have no problem teaching her.

Daniela gasps as she is pulled forwards, swarming eagerly to sit herself back on your lap. “You’re so intriguing”, you speak honestly, your breath warm as it tickles against her lips.

“Please, my love. Be mine”, she whispers.

Again, she grasps your hand tightly. And again, you feel how desperate the poor, murderous thing is. You know yet again the redhead would’ve accidentally hurt you with her own strength if you could feel any pain.

But you don’t mind taking your time with her, teaching her to be gentle and sweet at times. You know you can be, will be, with her. She seems delicate like the flowers she smells of.

You inhale, and are surprised when you find another scent. She’s aroused already, decades of pent up frustration making itself known. She’s eying you desperately, tugging your hands and kissing you eagerly.

She wants to be taken, so badly, and is so eager and fast.

It’s as if Daniela fears should you not pluck her now, her sisters will once again ruin the opportunity for her and take you away.

No such thing happens.

You take your time with her, instead too. It’s funny how the auburn haired woman has grown on you in such little time. You enjoy her ramblings, and think she is genuinely cute. You want to give her this experience of love and desire.

Daniela gasps when you grasp and squeeze her hips, her thighs pushing harder against the outside of yours. She’s adorably shy now, hands searching for a spot to hold onto.

You smirk at her, an index finger under her chin tipping up her head and making her look at you. “Is this your first time, sweet thing?”, you ask. She certainly seems as though it is.

With a blush and a shy look cast downwards, Daniela confirms this. She grinds forwards on top of you, her warm core mere inches from yours. You practically feel her want.

“Please, my love, take me”, Daniela gasps out, her hands at last tugging the front of your top. “Want me”, she begs, quietly, more to herself than anybody else. She wishes for many things, but truly wishes to be wanted. To be desired and admired, obsessed over.

You’re not about to disappoint her.

Daniela gasps when you suddenly lift her as you stand, the feeling so foreign to her. Oh, but she loves it! It has her grin and hold onto your shoulders, hook her legs around you. She feels you hold onto the back of her upper thighs to keep her elevated, and it has her blush yet again.

Never has she been touched there, not even for a moment.

She giggles when she finds herself set back down on the bed, a hand to her chest pushing gently and having the beauty fall back against reddish sheets and blankets, fluffy pillows and a few stuffed animals here and there.

With wide eyes and her breath held she watches you drag the corset off her painfully slow. She whimpers, your hands loving yet greedy, fingers sliding across her covered skin as you work on undressing her.

“You’re irresistible, Daniela. Allow me, I must simply see more”, you husk into her ear, leaning above her as you unzip her dress and gently pull it down her pale, creamy shoulders.

Daniela is breathing heavily, her eyes lidded as she watches the garment she is so used to be peeled from her skin.

Only one had attempted to do so before, only one had come this far. But they had been fast and rough, and it was only months later she understood why her sisters were so enraged with the woman: she took advantage of Daniela’s nativity, of her desperation and innocence, too eager to defile and use her, taste her like a forbidden fruit before digging the knife she’s had on her into her chest.

She eventually forgave her sisters for the cruelties done to the women.

She knows, they look out for her.

But you are different. You don’t have a hidden weapon ready to be dug inside of her the moment she is caught off guard. You like her, you practically worship her with your sweet touches and kisses pressed to her lips and jawline.

Daniela melts like butter under your very fingertips.

The virgin attempts to appear cool and seductive instead of shy, yet can’t help but wrap her hands around herself once all but her bra and panties are off, a blush adamant on her cheeks.

You know, you’ll enjoy taking her. You’ll take and defile her for yourself, taste and bring her to orgasm over and over again until the little thing can’t keep standing. And when she does get enough, you’ll keep her in your arms.

Perhaps this delusional woman is right, perhaps she is destined to be with you. The chances are slim, but you enjoy her company and decide to take a risk in this secluded castle.

Daniela watches hungrily as you pull off your clothing, one by one revealing slightly scarred skin. Scarred from your past- no mortal could do such things to you.

She stares, and she knows it, and attempts her best not to. Still, you see her struggle and try to advert her eyes from your chest, yet they keep flickering to it.

More clothing is dropped to the floor, until you equal her.

You lean over her, chuckling as she gasps and tries adorably hard to keep eye contact instead of ogling your chest.

No matter. You will teach the shy, but desperate woman to be dirty. Dirty as you can be…

Daniela gasps high pitched when you take ahold of her breasts, squeezing and groping her shamelessly through her thin, lacy bra.

Her hand shoots to her mouth, attempting to stifle her sweet noises.

No, that will not do. Not at all, in fact.

You tsk at the woman, your hand eagerly tugging hers away and replacing it with your lips. Again, she moans into your mouth, her hips grinding against the air and lifting to reach you.

“Let me hear you, my beautiful Daniela”, you coo, and your words make her head spin. She whines, a breathless plea.

She wants to be touched so bad, but you intend on making your beautiful girl beg a little more for you.

Daniela’s back arches a little when you capture her breasts again, squeezing the large mounds eagerly. She’s soft, and thick, with a very large chest. The sweet virgin’s nipples are sensitive, even with the layer of the bra covering them.

“Do you like this, sweetheart?”, you coo into her ear. Daniela whimpers, her head nodding fast.

She’s trying to stay quiet, and barely manages so. She knows, should she scream, it’s likely her family will come running to her “safety”.

“Yes, my love, please my sweet!”, she begs quietly, but desperately. You can tell she is long due for these kind of touches. Or any, really. The poor thing is soft and sensitive below you, entirely unused to being touched- let alone being touched properly.

“Good girl”, you coo, eyes flashing at the audible, hitched breath that comes from her. You know, below her sweet, innocent surface this one is naughty.

You know, her eagerness to learn and try things- clearly proven by her room- will prove to be very exciting. You can just imagine introducing her to all that you have come across in your travels.

You smile down at her, chest heaving as she pants, her neck bared to you and wrists resting at the sides of her head, her eyes lidded as you toy with her. She’s so submissive, so eager underneath your exploring and wandering fingertips.

“Please, my love, please touch me”, she begs. You smirk at her, an eyebrow raised as you tip her head back up for you.

“My, but I am touching you, my sweet little Daniela”, you counter with a large smirk. She’s blushing for you, before plump lips part and she begs sweetly: “Please touch me between my legs, down there…”, she asks, adorably shy. You nearly giggle at her. She’s holding back, shy and adorable for you. You can’t wait to teach her.

As such, you eagerly slide your hands down, dragging her bra with you. She gasps again when her nipples are bare and revealed to you and you merely throw the black bra to the pile on the floor.

You can barely wait. This foreplay has already soaked your underwear throughout. Ah, and you’re not the only one.

Daniela is utterly wet, her underwear sporting a dark, wet spot where her slit is. You caress her through her underwear, smirking as she gasps and mewls below you.

It’s an easy task to find her little clit.

Oh, and how it has the auburn haired moan and writhe on the bed for you when you target it and rub it through her soaked panties.

Daniela all but grasps your wrist, begging you to keep going.

Her golden eyes are set on you as you toy with her, licking and sucking the soft skin at her thighs.

You can smell her arousal clear as day, and do your best to hold back and not grab her by her hips and smudge her wet core against your lips. Your mouth waters at the mere thought of tasting the virgin on your tongue.

She grasps your hair firmly, tugging and shrieking as her legs start to shake already. The poor thing is inexperienced, eager, and overly sensitive all over.

A filthy thought crosses your mind, how you wish to ruin her for everybody else, so that she may only be yours.

Inhaling, you smell her arousal yet again. Daniela begs previously, her eyes squeezed shut already. You can tell, after mere moments of stimulating her clit she is close already.

Daniela whimpers at you when you pull your hand away, instead lifts her hips to help you guide her ruined panties down her smooth, soft legs. She grasps the bedsheets tightly when you tease the short, dark auburn hair between her legs.

“You smell astonishing, sweet girl”, you coo against her thigh. Still, she feels your breath on her most private part and whines in want. She aches for you, and you can see the wetness that flows out of her like honey.

“Allow me a taste, my darling”, you whisper then- no longer can you hold back from tasting this honeyed core. Her hole is tight and unfucked, all yours to stretch. And stretch it you will, rest assured.

Daniela shrieks for a moment as you lick alongside her slick slit, her cheeks burning and her head falling back on the pillow as you lick her and moan at her tastes.

Her face burns warm as you once again lean against her core, your nose brushing against her pink clit as you push your tongue inside of her.

Your hand snakes down between your own legs, beneath your panties and inside of you- you’re in high time for some relief.

Unsurprisingly Daniela moans and squeaks again in no time, gasping and squirming so much you must hold her hip still with your remaining hand. Your gentle, but firm touch turns her on all the more it seems.

You lick inside of her eagerly, tasting her and pushing your tongue in and out. Each time it comes covered with more of her juices, and each time you dive in hungrier than before.

Her hand tangles in your hair again, tugging and grasping, the other tearing the sheets blow her.

“A-Ahhahhh! My lo-ove, please! I wa-aah-AH!”

You thrust your fingers in and out of your core fast, partly already imagining them inside of her- stretching her tight cunt effortlessly, rubbing up inside of her pussy. The deprived woman is incredibly sensitive for you, so much so you know you could make her cum over and over again from simple touches.

It seems, the closer she gets to her orgasm, the more sensitive she becomes.

Daniela’s legs push over your shoulders when you move closer, her heels digging inside your back occasionally.

She can’t stay still, it seems, too eager and sensitive, now even groping her own breasts for you.

You know, you will need to tie this one down in the future. Clearly, Daniela cannot be trusted to stay still when she is so preciously needy.

Each delve of your tongue inside her honeyed core earns you a small moan and gasp, each brush of your nose against her clit has her hips jerk against the grip you have on her.

Cautiously, you tighten this grip. You don’t want to hurt the dainty creature underneath your fingertips, and it seems to do the trick because Daniela’s movement is minimised.

You curl your finger within yourself and keep thrusting them. Long and sensual licks turn to rough and needy eating out. She’s near driving your crazy with her little moans and whimpers, her tight cunt wrapped snugly around your tongue.

You want nothing but to pleasure her. To hold her down and fuck her, to show her desire among love, shown to her in the form of your kisses and care.

Daniela cums fast, and you eagerly climb onto the panting woman.

“Have a taste, my precious Daniela”, you whisper, your tongue darting across hers when your lips meet. Daniela feels you tease her soaked cunt with wet fingertips, and moans as she sucks her own taste from your tongue.

Never has she been treated this way. She assumed, but had no idea it felt this good.

You watch her pant below you for a moment, the back of your hand stroking along her pink cheek. Never have you met a woman like her. Someone this captivating and adorable, yet seductive without any effort at all. You want to treasure and ruin her at the same time, only in the best way of course.

Daniela opens her mouth and sticks her tongue eagerly when you present your fingers to her, her brows furrowing in what can only be her infamous puppy eyes. You too, it seems, are to fall for them

She moans and hums with your fingers in her mouth, your wetness on top and surrounding them.

“Let’s try something else, my pretty darling. I’ll ensure you’re all mine”, you whisper. The realisation of Daniela’s sensitive clit inspires you. You wonder- how many orgasms can you drag from her without any insertion until she begs for it?

You’re about to find out.

The Dimitrescu daughter squirms as you align your core with hers, a gasp passing her wet lips and warm breath hitting your fingers as she understands.

“Keep sucking them, princess. I want them entirely clean”, you coo. She immediately gets back to work, though wraps one leg around you to pull you closer.

With the first push of your clit against hers, she is moaning and groaning around your fingers already. You press down on her tongue and she shrieks, eyes wide as she helplessly expects you to help her get off. No, to get her off.

“Are you going to be a good girl and tell me how much you love me?”, you coo.

You know you’re feeding into her delusions, but you just can’t help it. As a demon, you are very well within right to be a little wicked. And what sweeter way of portraying this is there than to use the beautiful, naive’s woman delusion and isolation against her.

The lonely princess wants a lover so very bad after all. Very well, she has one now. And you will never let the auburn haired woman go again.

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu x reader #dianabetic6

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Pierre Gasly / Charles Leclerc

Title: Spin the bottle

Pairing: Charles Leclerc / Pierre Gasly

Characters: Charles Leclerc, Pierre Gasly, Carlos Sainz, Lando Norris, George Russell, Alex Albon

Prompt: Pierre found out Charles is a virgin, so he decides to give him his first blowjob and fuck!

"Let's play spin the bottle" Of course it's Alex that suggests it, they are all more than a little tipsy now and only few of them remain, Pierre himself, Charles, Alex, George, Carlos and Lando.

"We might find out things about each other, we don't want to know." Lando giggles sitting next to Carlos in the small circle forming on the carpeted floor. "You can always go home if you're too chicken." Alex mocks sitting next to George, those two have already struggled to keep their hands off each other.

Pierre is the last to join the circle, he sits next to George and Charles of course, he's tried it on with Charles all night, only to be pushed away, at least this game might reveal some naughty secrets about his fellow drivers.

"I get to spin first because this was my idea." Alex demands, seeming much more sober than the rest of them. He spins the bottle and it lands on Carlos. "Have you ever kissed Lando?" Pierre thinks that is a very boring question, especially from a guy as mischievous as Alex.

"I think we all know the answer to that is yes." Carlos giggles tipping back the rest of his beer. "I expected more from you Albono." Alex gives a guilty shrug. "I didn't want to start too heavy." Carlos ignores him and spins the bottle, which lands on George. Judging by the evil smile creeping on Carlos' face this question is going to be more entertaining.

"Have you ever been fisted?" George spits out his fruity looking cocktail in shock. "No?" George wipes the liquid off his face with the back of his hand. "Do you want to?" Carlos adds, still smirking. "Yes, I mean-" Alex abruptly cuts him off. "You only get to ask one question." Judging by the blush on Alex's face, he's only just learnt George would like to be fisted. Pierre smirks, this game is getting very interesting indeed.

George spins the bottle and this time it lands on Pierre himself, what does Mr British boy have in store for him. "Do you bottom for Charles are you always on top?" This is not the kind of question Pierre was expecting, he and Charles have never slept together, the younger man had always turned down his advances.

"Uhmm we've never slept together." George rolls his eyes. "Lying is not allowed, I told everyone I want to get fisted, that is nothing in comparison." Alex quietly chokes on his drink but quickly recovers. "ooh I bet it's because big bad Pierre is a bottom." All the circle laugh, including Charles, the traitor who keeps quiet all through Pierre's ordeal. "I have no issue bottoming, but i've never slept with Charles."

"Mr Tripod is a liar." Carlos snaps. "Just spin the bottle Pierre." Pierre glares at Charles one last time then spins the bottle, unfortunately it doesn't land on Charles but Lando instead.

"Tell us your deepest, kinkiest fantasy." Pierre is feeling slightly mean after getting humiliated by Charles. Lando doesn't look the slightest bit embarrassed, he licks his lips and locks eyes with Carlos, who has become rather flustered.

"Well Carlos has never been anything but a gentleman with me, so I guess I need a more adventurous man to try this with." Lando's eyes never leave Carlos' "I would like someone, to grab me roughly, manhandle me onto the bed, tie me to it, then fuck me really hard while whispering what a naughty boy I am and when were finished I would like to have car- err his spunk plugged into my arse." Lando giggles again.

"That's oddly specific" Alex laughs, George and Lando lock eyes michvious smiles on their faces. It's obvious what those two are playing it, meanwhile Pierre can't even get laid.

Lando spins the bottle, this time it lands on Alex, he locks eyes with George once again and smiles at Alex. "Do you want to fist George." A blush creeps onto Alex's cheeks but he manages to keep composed. "I mean, if he wanted it i'm not going to say no am I?" Lando shakes his head. "That wasn't my question, we know princess George always gets his own way, I said do you want to fist George?" Alex looks a lot let composed this time, biting his lip and wriggling on his spot. "Fuck, yes it would be the hottest thing I can imagine, I-" Carlos shakes his head. "We get it Alex."

"Don't be so boring with your question this time Alex." Carlos giggles "I don't need to spin the bottle, only Charles left." All eyes turn towards Charles who has been extremely quiet throughout the whole game. Charles' whole face has become ferrari red. He's embarrassed, good. Pierre can't wait to find out an embarrassing secret about the sweet innocent doe eyed Charles Leclerc.

"How many cocks have you had in your hole?" Poor Charles looks even more flustered than he did before. "I errm, I don't know?" George smiles at him. "Too many to count? Yet you've never slept with Pierre?" George glares at Pierre, for lying again.

"No, no not too many to count-" Charles shutters. "Then how man Charles?" Carlos adds. Pierre's somehow managed to remain very quiet, he is very curious about the answer to this question because yes George is right, if it is too many to count then how come he's never slept with Pierre.

"None." Charles takes a deep breath. "I've never had any cocks in my arse and i've never put my cock in someone's arse." Everyone's mouths fall open simultaneously of course they all believe him, who would lie about being a virgin.

"Shit, sorry Charles." George offers him a small smile. "Do you want to though?" All the rules of the game long since forgotten with this revelation. "I, I-" Charles gets up, flustered George and Lando quickly follow him. The three of them stand in a small group, whispering to each other smiles forming on their faces, George's arm wrapped around Charles' shoulder. "Those two sluts will corrupt him." Alex laughs. "Lando and George definitely had a game plan." Carlos adds smirking.

Well lucky them, Pierre thinks bitterly Alex and Carlos are certainly getting their dicks wet tonight.

"I'm ready to go, Pierre." Pierre wraps are protective arm around him and they leave together. As much as it frustrates Pierre they can't sleep together, he loves Charles more than anything.

"I'm ready Pierre." Is the first thing he says once they are in Charles' master bedroom in his apartment. "Ready for what, sleep?" He sighs, he couldn't think about anything other than Charles virginity all the way home, how he would love to take it, make him feel amazing.

"Ready to sleep with you, I was talking to George and Lando and they said it doesn'thurtthatbadandthatyouwouldtakecareofmeortheywouldkillyou." Charles says in a gabbled rush, Pierre shushes him with a finger to his lips.

"I'll make you feel amazing, I promise and if you want to stop, just tell me okay?"

"You're so beautiful Charles, I am so lucky that I get to be your first." Pierre gently lays Charles down on the bed and gently kisses him, they've kissed before but this is something else, it's slow and passionate just a nice kiss between two people that love each other. "I wish you could have been my first."

"Who was your first? What was it like?" Charles asks humming a little but as Pierre kisses Charles neck, only breaking the kiss to pull the shirt up over his head. He sucks in a breath, he's seen Charles shirtless many times but this time it feels different.

"My first time was awful." Pierre has moved on to kissing his way down Charles' chest now, all the way down to his belly button. he younger man shivers, goose bumps erupting over his skin. "It was with Daniil Kvyat"

Pierre eases Charles' jeans down his body, letting the denim slide off an inch at a time, until the fabric slides down Charles' strong legs, and falls onto the floor with a soft thump, leaving Charles only in his boxer shorts, his cock hard and obvious through the thin fabric. "He said something like, I owed to him because I stole his seat, he was gentle but didn't prepare me properly, it hurt so bad."

"I won't make you feel like that, I want your first to feel amazing." Charles lets out a shaky breath as Pierre gently eases down his boxers shorts, freeing his hard cock. "I don't want you to feel how I did."

"If it gets too much, just tell." Charles nods. Pierre strokes Charles' thigh lovingly as he takes Charles' hard cock into his mouth. Charles' eyes roll into the back of his head. "So good, Pear." Charles moans while Pierre works his mouth up and down Charles' shaft. He only bobs his head up and down a few times before pulling off. "I want you to come when i'm inside of you."

"Will it hurt?" Charles squeezes Pierre's bicep "You and George both said your first time hurt and i'm a little scared."

"Don't be scared." Pierre takes the bottle of lube and pours a generous amount onto his fingers. "Mine hurt because I wasn't prepared and George was in experienced." Pierre bends Charles leg and presses a finger tip against his entrance.

"It might feel uncomfortable, but i'll be really gentle and prepare you as well as I can." Pierre kisses Charles' soft lips. "I want your first time to feel amazing Charl, you deserve it."

Charles strokes Pierre's bicep as the older man pushes in the first finger, god Charles is tight and is clenching down on him which only made things much harder, "Relax baby, it will hurt more if you're tense." but at the same time it turns Pierre on, he's going to be the first person to be inside of Charles. Charles whines and lets his fingers slip from Pierre's bicep to grip at the bed sheets just as Pierre slides his finger to the knuckle. "How are you feeling my love?"

"Hurts a little bit, but good at the same time." Charles half growls, his knuckles turning white from gripping the bed sheets. Pierre stalls giving Charles plenty of time to adjust, only then does he twist the digit around pulling a moan from Charles lips. The little moan spurs Pierre on and starts to thrust with the single digit, slow and deep trying to limit the pain as much as he possibly can. The pleasured pain on Charles' face soon becomes one of only pleasure and Charles feels much looser around him now. "I'm going to add another one." Pierre adds with a kiss to Charles' sweaty forehead.

"Okay, I feel pretty good now." Pierre smiles down at him, fuck he loves Charles, he would die for Charles. Pierre pushes in the second finger to join the first one, Charles whines mostly from pleasure, it feels good to have Pierre inside of him. Charles can't help the moan fall from his lips as Pierre slowly starts to thrust with the two fingers. Charles throws himself back into the mountain of pillows unable to hold back his moans, this feels so much better than he thought it would.

Eventually Pierre makes his way up to four fingers, it's probably over kill but he's taking no risks when it comes to Charles. He thrusts them in and out of Charles, much quicker now. Pierre thrust a little deeper and curls his fingers into Charles' prostate. Smiling wickedly as he gives out a howl of pleasure. “Wow, what did you just do?” Charles asks, ever so sweetly.

"I hit your prostate." Pierre does it again for good measure, enjoying the pleasured fill whines falling from Charles mouth. "It feels amazing doesn't it? It makes me see stars." Pierre chuckles letting his fingers slip out, Charles pouts from the lack of contact, he's more than ready now.

"Are you sure you want this Charles? It's not too late say no, I won't be mad at you or anything?" Pierre asks, as he quickly gets rid of his own clothes, tearing them off and throwing them in a corner. How is Charles supposed to say no when Pierre's ripped body is waiting in front of him, looking sexier than ever.

"I want this Pierre, more than anything. Please give it to me." Charles wraps his legs around Pierre's tiny waist. "How am I supposed to say no that?" Pierre reaches over to grab a condom, only to have his hand slapped away. "No, George and Lando said it's better without, I want to feel you inside of me." Pierre smiles down at Charles and drinks in the sight of him being a virgin for the last time. "Fuck, Charles."

Pierre kisses Charles as he slowly pushes into him, Charles lets out a pain filled grunt, Pierre is massive and is much thicker than all of his fingers. Pierre takes it slowly, pushing in an inch at a time. "It will feel better, I promise." Charles nods, as Pierre runs his fingers through his sweaty hair, trying to soothe him through the pain.

"You need to relax, Charles." Pierre runs the pad of his thumb over his hip bone. "It will hurt so much more if you don't. We can stop if you like?"

"No." Charles shakes his head vigorously to show how serious he his. "Please don't stop Pierre." Charles sinks his teeth into his lip and breaths though his nose. It sort of feels like he's being split in two but he wants to fight through the pain, he just wants to feel Pierre buried deep inside of him.

"I don't want to hurt you Charles, you mean too much to me." Charles glares at him, he's the one that asked for this and if he wants to stop he will say. "I will relax, just don't stop please." Pierre nods and Charles forces his body to relax, his lip bears the brunt of the pain as Pierre finally slides into the hilt. Charles can't help the moan, yes it does hurt but feels so good to be wrapped around Pierre's cock.

Charles is lost in his head somewhere, his head is buried in the mountain of pillows, he's covered by Pierre's strong body, the pain as pretty much disappeared, he can only feel how amazing it is, to have Pierre inside of him, just like he wanted. "That was the worst part Charl, now i'm fully inside of you it will start to feel much better." Charles nods, remembering how good it felt to have Pierre touch his sweet spot, it can only feel much better when he hits it with his cock. "I feel so good Pierre, fuck I love you."

Pierre stalls for a little longer, wanting to make sure Charles has all the time he needs to adjust without it hurting him anymore than he needs to. "How are you feeling?" Pierre peppers little kisses over his jaw bone. "It feels amazing, to have you in me."

"I'm going to start moving now, if it starts hurting again please just tell me, we can take a break or we can stop all together." Pierre gives him one last kiss as he starts to move. Pierre moves slowly but deeply not pulling out too much. He gives Charles a little more with every thrust, going harder the more he starts to open up around him. Charles feels amazing now the burn has disappeared completely and turns into a burn of pleasure.

Pierre changes his angle slightly and searches for Charles' prostate, he knows he's found it when Charles all but screams in pure pleasure. Charles feels like he's on cloud nine, this is everything he wanted and more. Pierre chuckles at the blissed out look on Charles face. "I can make you feel ever better." Pierre reaches down between their bodies and takes Charles' angry red cock into his hand and strokes him to the same pace as his thrusts.

"Holy, shit." Charles bucks up into Pierre's hand getting as much from him as he possibly can. "Fuck Pierre, this is exactly what I wanted you are so fucking amazing." Pierre chuckles at how quickly Charles is losing it and with one quick flick of his wrist, Charles is coming. "Fuck, Pierre-" Charles cuts off and throws his head back, hips arching up off the bed as comes hard, spilling his load over his own stomach and Pierre's hand.

"Woah Charles, that was so fucking hot." Pierre growls, squeezing Charles hips a little tighter, thrusting into him a little harder, not quite as much as he would like, not wanting to hurt Charles at all during his first time. Pierre can't wait for the future they have together of rough passionate sex or at least Pierre hopes, he doesn't want to lose Charles, especially not after this. Now he has him like this, he never wants to let him go.

Charles is still limp and in his post orgasm high and absent mildly clenches down around Pierre and that's all it takes to send Pierre to the point of no return, he growls as he comes, screaming out Charles' name as he hits the most powerful orgasm of his life, practically exploding inside of Charles and fills him with his load.

Pierre presses a kiss into Charles sweaty forehead as he slowly eases out of him and takes Charles' well fucked out body into his arms. Charles sighs contentedly, and rests his head on Pierre's shoulder, enjoying the way his fingers feel in Charles hair.

"Thank you for being so sweet to me and taking it slowly." Charles sighs happily. "Thank you for letting me be your first, I feel so honoured."

Charles is about to close his eyes and let himself sleep in Pierre's strong arms when the though comes to his mind. "Do you think Lando and George got their wishes as well?"

"Oh, most definitely"

A/N I think I am going to make this into a mini series with the two ships

#pierre gasly #charles leclerc #Piarles #carlos sainz #lando norris #Carlando #alex albon #george russell #Galex #fanfction #formula 1 fanfiction #fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #mxm #fanfiction #formula 1 #formula one #mxm smut

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good girl

Mike Schmidt x reader smut

contains : degrading (slut) , sort of dacryphillia if you squint, dom mike, p in v, blowjob, praise, use of daddy

MATURE 18+

Mike was a very introverted person. He didn’t like having loads of attention on him, in fact, he avoided it at all costs. When my friends would come over for girl talk and wine, he’d politely greet them before slipping into our bedroom to hide.

“So…” one of my friends turned to me, pouring herself another glass of wine. I was completely sober, mainly because I had to drive Abby to school in the morning and I felt that any proper host shouldn’t be black out drunk. “What’s up with Mike?”

I cocked an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“What’s he into? He’s so quiet when we’re around, is he always like that?”

Shaking my head, I look back at our door. He’s probably asleep, I thought, he won’t hear me.

“He’s actually pretty kinky.”

The girls started to squeal, kicking their feet. “Are you serious?”

“Yes!” I giggled, “he acts shy around you guys but he’s…”

“He’s what?”

I sigh, “Girls, I shouldn’t be telling you guys this. It’s an invasion of privacy!”

“I literally just gave you an in-depth description of a blowjob I gave last week… you’re fine! This is just girl talk, we’d never tell anyone.”

I guess that’s true, Mike couldn’t be too mad. It’s just girl talk after all.

“Okay… he’s into the whole bdsm thing.”

More squeals follow, along with a few gasps and giggles.

“Really? Okay, be real with me, does he like the whole ‘daddy’ thing?”

I laugh, looking down at my hands before nodding.

“Okay… well what’s the kinkiest thing you two have ever done?”

Thinking for a moment, I feel my cheeks flush.

“He likes to tie me up sometimes, and he spanks me a lot.”

I hear a floor board creek behind me, and look back only to be met with Mike’s on me. He pauses for a moment, before continuing walking down the hallway.

“Oh shit.” I whisper to the girls, crossing my arms in embarrassment, “I am so fucked.”

—

By the time the wine was gone and the girls had left, I’d accepted my fate.

As I opened the bedroom door, I was met with Mike’s glare. He sat on the bed, facing the door, as if he were waiting for me.

“Undress for me.” was all he said, keeping his composure. His tone made me so wet. I rubbed my legs together as I slipped my shirt off slowly. I stepped out of my pants.

“Leave them.” He ordered as I began to remove my panties, and I nodded.

Mike stood up, walking over to me.

“Get on the bed, ass up.”

I did as he said, positioning myself in the way I always ended up by the end of the night. Mike has been obsessed with this position ever since we got a mirror right beside the bed. He loved forcing me to watch him ruin me.

He looked at me through the mirror, almost smiling.

“Since you want to be such a loud mouthed slut,” he began to tug at my panties, removing them himself, “I’m gonna fucking treat you like one.”

“I’m not a slut…” I decided to argue back. After all, my fate had already been decided, how much worst could it get?

“Is that so…? Well, you’re certainly not a good girl.” He held my panties up to my face, the wetness glistened in the light. “Because good girls don’t get off to embarrassing their boyfriends.”

“I’m sorry-“

He tutted, placing a firm smack on my ass.

“Don’t talk unless I tell you to. Do you hear me?”

I nodded, my bottom lip trembling, “Yes sir.”

“God, you’re such a bad girl. What happened to my good girl, I miss her.” He unclipped my bra, pulling the lacy fabric off of me and lifting me onto my knees. Mike examined me in the mirror, shaking his head.

“You’re too fucking pretty to be such a bad girl, you know that?”

“Yes sir.” Our eyes met in the mirror, a small smirk crept onto his face.

“No, I don’t think you do. I don’t think you understand how fucking gorgeous you are and how much it kills me that I have to punish you like a brat when I should be worshipping you.”

I hung my head in shame while also trying to hide my blush.

“No.” He grabbed my jaw and forced me to look in the mirror. “Look at my beautiful girl. Too bad she’s too busy telling her slutty friends all of our secrets to even notice how much I’d praise her if she were a good girl.”

“I’m sorry daddy.” My lower lip trembled.

I guess I had been really bratty lately. Teasing Mike any opportunity I had, talking back to him, whining. And now I’d embarrassed him in front of all of my friends. He was right. I’m supposed to be his good girl.

Hot tears began to pour down my cheeks. His face contorted, and he spun me around quickly.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Do you need to use the safe word?” He caressed my cheek, not taking his eyes off of me.

“No, I’m just sorry daddy! I’ve been such a bad girl lately. I wanna be good for you, please let me be good for you.”

He began to smile, patting my cheek.

“Aw, of course.” He laid me down on my stomach, my face directly infront of the grey bulge in his sweat pants.

“You’re too cute, so I guess I won’t punish you if you can make it up to me.”

I nodded vigorously, getting to work pulling down his sweats and boxers. His cock sprang forward, almost hitting me in the face.

“There, baby. Be a good girl and suck on it.”

I took him into my mouth, swirling my tounge of the tip the way I knew he liked. He groaned, throwing his head back with a pleasureful sigh.

“There’s my good girl.”

His words made my core flutter. I bobbed my head on his cock, earning more lewd moans.

Right as he was about to finish, he pulled me off, caressing my cheek. I pressed my thighs together, the friction causing a small whimper to fall from my lips.

“Are you needy, baby?”

I nodded vigorously, “Yes daddy.”

He smirked, “What do you want?”

Gesturing to his still hard cock, I hoped he wouldn’t tease and just give me what he knew I needed.

“Nuh uh, I have to hear you say it.”

“I- I want your cock.”

He tilted his head, putting on a look of confusion.

“Where do you want my cock? Hm?”

I bit my lip, blushing. “In my pussy.”

He smiled, flipping me on my back. “Well, since you’ve been so good for me, I guess we can manage that.”

Mike connected his lips to mine, before entering me slowly . His pace wasn’t the quickest, but he thrusted deep and hard, earning strained moans after every drive of his member.

He played with my clit with one hand, while holding one of my legs over his shoulder with the other.

“Feel good?” He asked teasingly, staring at my fucked-out face.

“Yes, can I cum, please?”

In a matter of seconds he flipped me onto my stomach, so that we were facing the mirror.

“Look at your pretty face when you cum. When I paint your fucking walls white.”

His pace quickened, which drove me to an orgasm. He came inside of me shortly after, staring at my face as he did so.

“Good girl.” Feel from his lips as he laid beside me, panting heavily.

“Thank you daddy.” I cuddled up to him, blushing. I was so glad that I could be his good girl once again.

#mike schmidt #fnaf #smut #fanfiction #praise #five nights at freddy's #mike schimdt x reader #mike schimdt smut #degredation kink

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