#why is he so bratty and salty

[parasocialdnp]

— dan’s endless saga of hiding that golden pig

[obxsprincess]

Just Luke shoving your head into the pillows while he moans the filthiest words in your ear (someone take my phone away)

yesyesyes especially when he’s brat taming !!

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he watches you spring into another cabin boys arms after winning capture the flag, your hair all messy, giggling n laughing like a sweet perfect fool. his sweet, perfect fool. you looked so pretty. n luke knew the tall, asshole of a guy was thinking the same thing

he wasn’t ‘fuckin having it’

“I get, ya’ were just being friendly, princess. but that fuckers not thinking like that.” his hot breath fans the back of your neck, n you’d believe he was mad at you when he drops you onto your bed, all greedy n mean as he sucks hickeys all over your pretty tits

“agh b-ut luke, he was on my team n’ he helped us win-” his brown eyes furrow in annoyance, finally looking up. leaving your pebbled nipple glossy n achy from his salvia

“so you want to repay him? is that the fuckin case, cause he got the flag you want him sucking on these pretty tits mhm?” oh he is mad :(

“n-no I didn’t say tha-” you frown at the oh-so familiar tingle in your tummy, his hands moving lower and lower…

“nah it’s ok baby, wanted some time with my favorite girl anyways. just shush n’ let me give her some…attention”

you didn’t think he meant your pussy when he said his favorite girl :( n his way of shushing was shoving your face into your plushy, pink pillows. muffling your whines in the cotton things n your angelic whimpers when his cock slides into the warm, tight little fit of your gummy walls

“mhmm, fuck-fuck yeah, tightest little pussy I’ve ever felt. ahhhh fuck she grips me so good.” he’s moaning into your dizzy ear like he’s married to your pussy and your merely their for the ride “don’t she baby?” he coos

“l-luke auh! m’here too!” tears of salty jealousy brush your lash line ??

“f-fuck, shush princess. why can’t you be as good as this sweet little cunt? she’d never fuckkk let another dick inside of her.”

your mascara stains the pillow cases as you try to wiggle, clenching around his so tightly cause this is supposed to be about you!! n the angles so deep!! but his pounding thrusts made you forget all bratty sense. now he was just rubbing it in, groaning n moaning all over your flustered skin

“pretty pussy knows only I make you feel this good,”

“your” thrust “fuckin” thrust “mine” finally he was talking to you again!!

”m’ all yours l-luke! g-gonna mphmm! cum!” your squeals encourage his hips to snap against your soft ass even faster. his balls slapping against you shushing you even more than the fluffy pillows

“goddd I’m cumming inside my girl tonight, you thrust deserve it. this- fuck your dripping— pussys mine too right, ma?”

”y-yes!”

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[pretty-little-mind33]

Logan Howlett x fem!reader

summary: Logan has fun punishing you ;)

warnings: hard kink (don't like, don't read!), kinda dub-con (maybe?), unprotected sex, humiliation, rough sex, degradation, mean!logan, dacryphilia, crying, slight dumbification, spanking, creampie

~ last kinktober!! happy halloween! ~

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

You're a sobbing mess, face pressed against the couch cushions, your arm flailing around, clutching onto anything you can hold onto. Logan's back is pressed against yours, warm and hard, as he thrusts into you. He's feral like an animal and you can feel his cock stretch you painfully wide. 

"Lo–lo," you whimper, voice small, "Can't do this anymore," you sob, tasting the saltiness of your tears as your poor pussy is abused. Logan's hands fist your hair, pushing down as he grunts. 

"Can't take it, hm? Yes, you can. You're a slut remember. This is what you wanted, isn't it? This is what you fucking begged for when you were on your knees. Huh, you remember? Licking up my cock, staring up at me with those doe-eyes of yours," he pauses, growling, "What was it you said? You can handle it? Well, handle it then, honey."

You catch your breath, barely able to breathe as he fucks you hard. You're sobbing, unable to focus. Logan grins wolfishly, pulling you up by your hair as he leans in. His lips hit your ear and he whispers hoarsely, "We're gonna play a game now, can you do that for me?"

When you don't answer him he thrusts particularly hard.

"Yes, Logan, yes—" you whine, eyes blurry from your tears. You're staring at the wall now, trying your hardest to be good for him. His laugh in your ear makes you shiver. 

"I want you to count every thrust into your soaked pussy." You can hear his grin, "And if you miss one, I'll go even harder, do you understand me?"

You choke on a cry, not understanding why he's punishing you. You hadn't been that bratty. Logan just seems like he likes this; mocking you and making you squirm for him. He thrusts hard, hitting your cervix and you gasp. 

Apparently, the game had started because he slaps your ass. "One!" you cry, moaning loudly. You're slightly afraid your neighbors might hear you but Logan doesn't seem to care. He continues fucking into you, whispering dirty things in your ear and you struggle to count all his thrusts. He's so fast. His stamina is intense. 

"Four–ah–five, six, s-seven—"

"Louder. I want everyone to know how much of a slut you are." 

You cry, your body feels weak and you're happy he's holding you up because you couldn't do it yourself. Your mind goes hazy as you try and count. "thirteen, fourteen, ah—fifteen, s-sixteen—Logan—I- I can't," you sob, completely losing track and his thrusts become harder to the point that it's burning. You accept the pain, moaning louder. 

Logan's hand wraps around your jaw, groaning in your ear. "Filthy girl. Can't even listen. What am I gonna do with you? I have to teach you a lesson, huh? One your stupid little brain will understand." 

Your skin burns with embarrassment as tears prickle your eyes. His other hand roughly cups your breast and tortures your nipples. This is humiliating, being so powerless against him. You just cry softly, coming around him, body convulsing. You couldn't hold it anymore.

It just happened.  

Logan smirks. He doesn't care that you didn't ask for permission. After all, it gives him more ammunition. 

"Couldn't control yourself, honey?" 

You shake your head, tears streaming down onto his hand. He wipes his hand around your face, smearing your tears around and messing up your mascara. He chuckles.

"Please—t-too much."

Hearing your words, Logan grunts, spilling himself into your womb. He lets go, watching you fall forward again, and digs his nails into your hips. His thrusts slow, catching his breath and looking down at you. You're a complete mess; tears and snot coating your face as you lay there, completely used. Logan smirks to himself, pulling out and then plugging his cum inside you with his fingers. You whimper, too weak to squirm. 

"Keep it all in. Lose a drop and I'll make this worse for you," Logan says. The threat is empty considering he can see you're done. He's pushed you to your limit and you took it so well. Soothingly, he runs his other hand over your back. Once he's satisfied that you're keeping his cum inside, he walks over and caresses your cheek, truly wiping your tears away this time. 

"Shh," he says, kneeling next to you. You blink, eyes still hazy. He's still naked and he chuckles when you see your eyes wander downwards.

"Want more?" he teases.

You shake your head, whining. Logan laughs and kisses your head. "I know, honey. You're okay. You did so well for me," he says and strokes your hair. You sigh, relaxing in his arms as he praises you. You hum, needing more praise. Logan knows you do and he will happily oblige.

"Good girl," he whispers, kissing right next to your lips, smiling into your skin. 

You're always his good girl.

[bombuni]

contains: mean dom jongho x sub reader, kinda humiliation, kinda voyeurism, name-calling, guys i need him to yell and be mean to me so bad

minors dni

“You never listen.”

You attempt to scoot closer to Jongho as you kneel in front of him, his cologne still infiltrating your senses and clouding your thoughts. Even as he berates you for being a brat and annoying him to no end, he’s elegant. He holds your head up by your hair to make sure your eyes are focused on him, tugging every time he sees your eyes wander to his lap in front of you.

As much as he complains and punishes you, he likes your brattiness. He thinks it’s fun how you try to win again and again, even though you know exactly how it’ll end every time. With you crying and begging for mercy, asking for whatever punishment he sees fit. Your desperate pleas are so cute to him.

Jongho sighs as if his patience is at an end and lets go do your hair, “Take off my belt.”

You look up at him with a dumb look on your face and he challenges you with a raised brow, “Did you hear me? Take ‘em off, cockslut.”

Your eyes well up with tears at his words, but your hands still ache to grab him and make him feel good. The flurry of emotions is frustrating, “D-don’t call me that…”

He smirks down at you, alluring and intimidating but still your Jongho, “It’s what you are, isn’t it? That’s why you’ve been sending me all those videos while I was at work. Cause you’re a cockslut.”

Jongho unbuckles his belt before bringing his pants down. He’s stiff and so fucking picturesque as pre-cum drips down the front of his boxers. The bulge in front of your eyes is already making you soak the carpet below you, but he grabs his cock and starts palming himself, excited by the sight of your pretty eyes leaking tears just for him.

“Shit…you wanna suck this cock, don’t you?”

You nod dumbly, hands twitching and moving towards him. You’re surprised when he tuts at you, bringing you to a stop as he removes his boxers and lets his cock spring free. It’s so pretty and chubby, leaking all over itself and you’re practically salivating at the sight before you.

He grabs his cock, firmly gripping the base before he starts jerking off right in front of you. The pre-cum makes it so easy for his hand to glide over himself as he keeps his hand moving with his eyes focused on you. Jongho grasps your chin, pulling your mouth open roughly and pushing onto your tongue with his thumb. He plans to keep you open and waiting for him.

He grunts through his motions, “You’re gonna sit there until I finish. Then you can show me how bad you want this cock, do you understand?”

Your bratty attitude breaks free at the sound of this, whiny voice calling out, “Jongho, no…”

Jongho drags his hand down to your tit, pulling it out of your tank top and tugging at your nipple as a deep groan reverberates through him, “Shut up. Keep your mouth open.”

You do as you’re told for once, satiated by the feeling of his hand toying with you as you can do nothing but sit there and let him. You enjoy being his little doll, to be used as he pleases. He keeps going, his hand moving faster as you play with your tits for him. Your mouth still hangs open in wait for him.

You know the tell-tale signs and sounds when he reaches his climax, you know everything about Jongho. It’s your job. As his groans become louder and deeper and his hand starts stuttering, you lean down and close your eyes as you feel his cum splatter onto your tongue, the salty taste satiating the smallest of tinges in your stomach. You feel a belonging and a pleasure fill you when he reminds you who you belong to.

Jongho drips his last remnants into your mouth with a flushed face and panting breaths, “You look pretty with my cum in your mouth,” you swallow when he finishes, bringing your tongue out again to show him and he smiles sadistically, “You just look pretty being my slut.”

Jongho leans down to press a kiss to your lips, fighting his tongue inside you to remind you who’s in charge. In case you forgot.

bom note: hi..im still here.. still thinking about freaky jongho. recently rewatched my fav movie (secretary 2002 pls watch if u want a good version of 50 shades of grey) and got inspired

[bbyhellfire]

mondays are for steddie threesomes (dom!eddie x sub!steve x sub!fem!reader)

mdni 18+ only, bdsm elements, bondage, vibrator use, overstimulation, edging, bratty!steve, reader begs steve to cum, pls excuse any typos!

Dom!Eddie keeping sub!Steve and sub!Reader bound together tightly with a vibrator between you. Neither of you can move, other than grind against the toy and smash your lips together. You've already cum twice, but Steve is doing everything he can to hold off his orgasm.

"Eddie, pleaseeee," The way you whine makes you drop your head in embarrassment. Your eyes look down at the buzzing toy between the two of you. Your thighs and cunt are soaked, the signs of your two orgasms painfully obvious from the wetness covering your cunt and thighs.

You and Steve had a pact to hold off cumming for as long as possible. A bratty attempt at solidarity which would have worked if you hadn't come so embarrassingly quickly.

"You know the rules, sweetheart," Eddie's tone paints you a picture of his condescending smile. "You're in this together. If you cum, Steve has to cum."

Steve groans in retaliation, "Come on, man..."

"Rules are rules, Stevie," Eddie walks over to you both, pressing his chest against your back. "Just let go, I know you're close."

For extra measure, Eddie presses a finger against the swollen head of Steve's cock. Your thoughts are as rattled as your cunt, your only connection to earth is focusing on the way a large bubble of precum bursts under Eddie's finger.

"Fuck!" Steve yells, his body pulling on the ropes binding you both together, although he doesn't get far. His body jerking movement only pushes the vibrator harder against your overstimulated pussy. Eddie chuckles at his reaction before placing his precum-soaked finger against your bottom lip. Instinctively, your lips wrap to suck away the salty taste of Steve.

"He's almost there, sweetheart," Eddie coos in your ear. "But I think he needs a little encouragement. Why don't you ask him to cum?"

You're a babbling mess as Eddie increases the speed of the vibrator. "Steve, please. Please, please cum for us. For me. Can you do it for me? You always look so pretty when you cum. I was good and came. I can be good for you, too. Please just cum, please Steve! I-I don't think I can..."

[rip-quizilla]

Love Me Mercilessly (Ow!)

@corrodedcoffinfest Day 12: Ow!

A/N: This story, while able to be read on its own as a one shot, picks up where There Will Be No Tenderness left off. If you would like to read the full story in its entirety, I suggest starting there.

Content Warning: 🔥🔥🔥This story is basically just pure smut, so please only interact if you are 18+.

WC: 1000

Summary: During an argument at a party, Eddie put his hand over your mouth just to get you to stop talking. In a surprising turn of events, you liked it.

Tags: Eddie Munson X Henderson!Reader, Female!Reader, Backup singer!Reader, fingering, P in V sex, degradation kink, bratty reader, enemies to lovers

Divider was created by @strangergraphics

“You…liked that… didn’t you?” Eddie mumbled, his voice a deep rumble in his chest as he closed in on your space against the bathroom wall. “Answer me.”

Your arms were crossed defiantly, yet your eyes couldn’t seem to meet his. “You’re a pig, Eddie.”

“And you’re all hot and bothered.” He was smiling now, the corner of his lips turning up in a smirk. “You liked that I got rough with you, admit it.”

Your eyes narrowed on him. “Prick.”

“Brat.”

He was inches from you now, caging you in with eye contact alone.

“Screw you.” you spat.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Eddie’s voice was more growl than whisper now; you could feel his breath on your face. It smelled like cinnamon gum and cigarettes.

One exhale from Eddie, one inhale from you. Then your lips were on his.

Eddie’s hands shot straight to your ass. He squeezed, earning a moan from you as your lips left his for a moment, only for him to feel your teeth bite down on his bottom lip. 

“Ow!” He groaned- grunted, more like- lifting you up and slamming you back against the wall, hips pinned by his as he attacked your neck. 

“Don’t leave marks,” you panted, “band can’t know-ah!”

Eddie ignored you, sucking at a spot just above your collarbone. “Stop telling me what to fucking do.” he murmured, licking the salty sweetness of your skin. 

“Jesus, you’re stubborn.” you rolled your eyes back, half from pleasure and half from exasperation.

“Yeah,” Eddie’s thumb wandered to the front of your panties, stroking over the fabric until he found the spot that launched your head back, wrenched your eyes closed and pulled a moan from your mouth that made his dick stand at attention. “I’m not the only one.”

“I…fuck-”

“Jesus, are you at a loss for words, sweetheart?” Eddie teased, pressing circles into your clit over your panties. “So much more agreeable when my hand’s between your legs.”

Your hand tangled in his curls and gave them a sharp yank, ripping a surprised moan from Eddie’s mouth. You smirked, excited to have found some kind of leverage against him, and gathered more of his hair into your hand before pulling even harder. 

“Fuck,” Eddie’s hand was a blur, shoving your panties aside one second and sliding a finger into your entrance the next. “God, you’re so wet. If I’d known telling you what to do would have this effect on you sooner, I wouldn’t have spent so long biting my tongue instead of telling you to shut up.”

This side of Eddie made you see red, made you so damn angry… he was mean and crass and god did it turn you on. You writhed on his finger, riding his hand while you gripped his mane for stability.

“Is this why you’re always such an ass?” You asked him, voice breathy as he slipped another finger in. “Have you just been sexually frustrated this whole time, Munson?”

The curl of his fingers inside you was exquisite, making your back arch against the painted drywall. 

“You gonna let me fuck you and find out, Henderson?” 

You nodded fervently, clutching Eddie close as his lips slid sloppily over the skin of your decolletage. He huffed a chuckle into your sweat as your walls squeezed his fingers tighter. God, you were gonna feel so good around his cock.

“As much as I love the fact that you aren’t arguing for once, I need to hear you say it.” 

“Yes.” You breathed, “Yes, I want you to fuck me.”

He chuckled at your eagerness, unbuttoning his pants and whipping his dick out in record time. “Are you on the pill?” he asked, to which you replied with a breathy “Yes.”

“Then I hope you’re close because we go on in ten minutes and I am not leaving this bathroom until I feel that pussy cum.”

That was the only warning you got before Eddie Munson’s cock slammed into you so hard, you saw stars.

He didn’t give you a moment to adjust, no gradual build-up to a faster speed. Eddie fucked you relentlessly, mercilessly. He fucked you hard and quick against that wall, murmuring into your ear about how tight you were, how hot and wet that pussy felt around him. 

“That’s it, soak my dick, sweetheart.” Eddie chuckled when your walls clenched around him at that. “Fuck yes, squeeze that cock baby. Holy shit that feels so good.”

Your moans had grown in volume with every thrust, and if you didn’t quiet down then people were definitely going to hear you through that locked door. 

Eddie’s hand once again clapped over your mouth, muffling your cries of pleasure as he continued pounding you into the wall. “Always so fucking loud.” He saw that look in your eyes again, that submissive, deer-in-the-headlights expression that woke something up in him- made him want to break you. 

It was intoxicating, intense, and it was all you saw when you looked at his smoldering brown eyes. You were getting tighter and tighter just looking at them, closer to unraveling, teetering on that delicious edge.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum-”

And hearing Eddie moan that into your ear was what pushed you over. You mewled into his hand, lips parting to taste the salt on his fingers as you spasmed around him. You felt his cock twitching inside you, felt the wet slide of his cum as gravity sent it dripping down his shaft. 

You were both breathing heavily, sweating and spent when he carefully slipped out of you and helped you find your footing on the bathroom floor.

There was a beat of silence between you, and you both knew that the two of you would eventually need to talk about this… but now wasn’t the time.

“You’re coming home with me tonight.” Eddie didn’t phrase it like a question.

“That’s presumptuous of you-” 

He leveled a look at you that said ‘Really?’

You sighed. “Fine.”

[cherricola-star]

Come out Baby

What happens when you get bratty with your boyfriend and lash out? Obviously he's gotta remind you who's allowed to hit who.

Disclaimer: this is in no way me trying to promote hitting ur partners especially without consent and if they don't have a kink for it. Also this isn't proof read sorry I'll fix it later.⭐

Tags: spanking, slapping, spitting, heavy degradation, gn!reader × bangchan, no protection (please don't do that wear a condom) , face fuckin, choking, edging, ruined orgasms, etc.

12:34 a.m, that's the time your phone shows you when you've reached the door of your apartment. You honestly didn't mean to stay out late but, how could you not when there were so many fun things to do and buy? Of course your wallet is a little salty and your feet hurt but a little adventure never necessarily hurts you.

You carefully open the door in hopes to not wake up your boyfriend who's been spending the week with you. You both have a weekly routine where you spend the week at his house and he spends the week at your apartment and from there on it alternates. As you push open the door you see the lights are off and breathe and sigh of relief.

Aren't you so naive. You toe your shoes off and leave your bags by the door before heading to the kitchen for a cup of water. It doesn't take long for you to be hydrated enough to decide to get ready for the night and sleep. You hightail to the bathroom and freshen up deciding to forgo your clothes since you and your boyfriend sleep separately anyways. Upon finishing ur shower you feel a migraine coming on not a big one, but on enough to make you feel slightly irritated and even more desperate to get in bed.

As you reach the bedroom and open it you see your boy friend up on his phone doing whatever it is he's doing.

"Chan?" You call out to him clearly confused as to why he's awake.

"So you've finally decided to come back? Or did you remember that you had someone waiting for you and home?" His eyes are still on his phone as he speaks to you in a condescending way.

"One look at me when you're talking to me and two why does it matter what time I get home? It's my apartment. It's not like I'm at your house where I have to follow your every demand." You're fed up why? You're not sure but, your migraine has definitely given you an attitude you wouldn't dear give your beloved Channie at all..until now at least.

You watch as he shuts the phone off before getting up and off the bed to come towards you.

"it matters when you've been out all day and you don't even call or return my texts. Apologies for being worried about you because last time I checked the only time you have self awareness and self preservation is when you're not being a ba-"

You cut him off with a slap to the face. Not hard enough to turn his face but, enough to shock both you and him at the same time.

"I..I-I sorry I didn't me-" you try to stutter out your apology before he shut you up.

You watch as he takes a deep breath before speaking. "You have 10 seconds to run away and hide somewhere before I fuck you up." The way he says in a calm manner is absolutely terrifying and you stand there frozen.

"1"

"2"

Things don't register until he's hit the second number. That's when you decide to leave the room.

"3"

You have very few options right now, the living room, kitchen, bathroom, and guest room.

"4"

By four you've made a decision and ran to the spare room to hide in the closet.

"5"

Once in the closet you're left alone with your adrenaline. Of course you're scared but also extremely turned on.

"6"

You and Chan have talked about things like this in the past but never acted on it in fear of hurting the other.

"7"

7 is the number you both are on as you count with him but mentally in your head. Between ur legs has become unbearable and you're aching for release.

"8"

"9"

"10"

The counting stopped. You're on edge as you hear him make his little remarks to lure you out or to scare you even more. Honestly it's hard to tell when you feel like prey being hunted.

"Come out baby I just wanna talk." after that sentence you hear a cupboard slam close assuming that he was in the kitchen.

"Aren't you cold darling? You weren't wearing anything when you chose to be a rude bitch and slap me. I was only caring for you." You tighten your legs together in hopes that some friction would bring you relief. The both of you had talked about heavier more disrespectful degradation and dirty talk, finding out that you both liked a bit more than usual.

As the thought ends you hear the door of the spare room open.

"C'mon baby, I know you're a bit dizzy but I didn't expect you to be so dumb" he rips open the door to the closest you're hiding in before grabbing you by the hand and dragging you back to the room you both share. He pushes you to your knees so that you're eye level with his sweat pants pants.

You stare at his bulge lustfully before feeling his hand snake behind your head and pushing you into it.

"See something you like baby?" You look up to him and meet his eyes before nodding at him. He tanks your head back before pulling his pants down to show his cock off. It's fuckin huge. No matter how many times you stare at it, suck it, or take it, it's always fuckin huge.

He takes a hold of it before slapping it on your face and spewing degrading comments. "I can't believe I got slapped by a common whore" he huffs "Honestly look at you. You turn cock dumb the moment I even show it off."

You moan at his words knowing it's true.

"suck" he states and you stare at him dazed and a little bit behind.

"What do I have to fuckin hand feed you? Suck." His words finally register to you and you go in to start licking his swollen leaking tip. Suddenly your face feels warm and you're looking to your left? You readjust your vision and see that his hand is in the position of the aftermath of slapping someone.

"I said suck not lick." He stares down at you with a scowl and for a moment you feel bad.

You take him into your mouth and start bobbing your head finding a rhythm as he groans. He then fists your hair before starting to fuck your face roughly.

He lets out a groan as his head is flung back with eyes rolling in pleasure, "Fuck baby your mouth feels so fuckin good. So wet and tight", he pulls you off his cock before manhandling you up right and pushing you on the bed. "Now I think it's time for the baby's punishment don't you think?" It's a rhetorical question, not one you're meant to answer but, you nod your head anyways while watching his lips curve into a sinister smirk.

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To be continued....

Part 2

I REALLY WANTED TO GET SOMETHING OUT BECAUSE I HAVEN'T POSTED IN A WHILE AND IM SUUUUUPES SORRY FOR BEING SO LATE WITH ITTT. FORGIVE ME LOVES😖

also should I make a tag list?

[youatemylollipop]

I saw that you write for mha. Can you write first time (nsfw) touya x reader? Thx 🥰

Synopsis: You're tired of being the only one lacking experience in the s*x department, so when Touya suddenly suggests that you accompany him to a party, you decide to take him up on the offer. Who would have thought that this would lead to a steamy session with your childhood friend in his car?

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Touya Todoroki X Female Reader

WARNING: Childhood friends to lovers, college and no quirks au. First time, loss of virginity, kinda(?) soft dom! Touya, he's an asshole but has low-key a soft spot for the reader, explicit sexual content, oral sex (m.receiving), dirty talk, Touya calls reader slut a couple of times, MDNI!!

Word Count: 10.5K

“What’s the farthest you've gone with a girl?” You suddenly ask, tilting your head curiously as you turn to face him as he drives the car. 

Touya raises an eyebrow as he glances at you. He's quiet for a few moments before responding in a more casual tone. 

"As in, how many girls have I dated or...? Are you asking if I've... You know... Done the naughty?" 

“Yes,” you confirm blatantly. “I meant the naughty.” 

Touya sighs and looks ahead again, a slight blush on his cheeks. “How’d I know that’s where you were going to go with that question…”

His tone is teasing but there’s a hint of irritation there. He slows down slightly and pulls over to the side of the road, putting the car in park before giving you a look from the corner of his eye. 

“And why do you even care?”

“So…?” You trailed off, ignoring his question as you eye him with a scrutinizing gaze, waiting for him to say openly that yes, he’s had sex.

Touya groans and rubs his eyes, already feeling this conversation becoming annoying. Though that’s probably more because of who it’s coming from and less because of the actual subject matter. 

“Yes, alright…”

He finally caves. You’re like a child that’s curious and has a lot of questions about things they maybe shouldn’t be so curious about. Maybe it’s your own childishness rubbing off on him.

“Yes. I have.”

“So you’ve done the deed?” You continue to ask, just to make sure—and maybe just to annoy him. 

“You’ve gone all the way? Like actually putting your sword in someone else’s cave?” The way you’re describing it makes him roll his eyes and look away, the blush on his cheeks deepening just a bit. 

“Goddamnit… Yes. I have.” Now he just looks amused by the ridiculous way in which you’re asking this question.

“Ok.” Was all you said, before turning your attention back to the window.

He raises an eyebrow at that. Something’s bugging him slightly. Why is there suddenly so much interest in this? He doesn’t mind talking about his sex life, especially since it’s you he’s talking to. Though you’re kind of… weird about it. 

“Why do you even care so much?”

“Because I’ve never done it,” you admit, turning to look out the window, sounding very much like a sulking brat. “I’ve never done anything like that with a guy.”

Touya turns his head to look at you, an eyebrow raised. He had a small hunch that was what you were gonna say though it still took him by surprise. When he speaks, his voice is calm but a bit teasing. 

“Sounds like somebody’s salty that they haven’t done it yet.”

You huff, pouting at his attitude. “Yes I’m salty! Who’s gonna be willing to date a 19 year old college student that’s got zero experience? I haven’t even had my first kiss yet,” you complain with the same bratty attitude. 

“Show me some sympathy, asshole.”

Even though he’s clearly trying not to, Touya snickers. He can’t seem to help the slight smirk that has formed on his lips. You’re so cute when you’re being a pouty brat like this. 

“You say that as if it’s the end of your existence, or as if it’ll never happen. You are being overdramatic, you know that right?”

“I hope that I’ll meet someone at the party tonight,” you continue, ignoring him. “You’re friends are going to be there, right? Do you think I can kiss one of them?”

That gets the reaction he was hoping for. Touya turns to you, giving you a raised eyebrow as his lips curl into a smirk. “Oh? You want to kiss one of my friends?” 

He’s quiet for another moment before smirking a bit and speaking again. “What about me? Maybe you could kiss me instead?”

“You’re not being funny,” you roll your eyes, not taking him seriously. “I just want to get it over with, I hope that at least one of them is hot enough.”

Touya lets out a small laugh at that as he looks away from you, the smirk on his lips growing into a small grin. Damn, you’re being a brat but for some reason it’s kind of hot. 

“Oh come on, surely I’m hot enough. You should kiss me instead.”

You were about to retort until something clicked in your mind. “Wait, are you for real?”

Touya raises his eyebrow a bit, his grin widening as he notices the shift in your attitude from petulant brat to actually thinking about it. He shrugs as his lips turn into a smirk, looking back at you for a brief moment before looking back at the road again.

"Sure, I'm for real. Why shouldn't I be?"

“Won’t it be, I don’t know—weird?” You ask with furrowed eyebrows.

“What do you mean by ‘weird’? I mean we’ve known each other since we were kids. What’s weird about us kissing?” He keeps smirking and speaks playfully, not seeming to take the concept too seriously. Of course he is, but he’s not making it too obvious. 

You eye him skeptically for a brief moment before deciding to let it go. “Alright, if you say so.”

He can’t help the satisfied grin that comes across his lips. It was probably a bit easier than expected to convince you. After all, the two of you have been so close since you were kids.

“You gonna kiss me or what?”

You let out a half amused snort before unbuckling your seatbelt and crawling over to him so that you were now seated on his lap, with your legs spread out on either side of his hips. There is a mix of excitement and nervousness in your actions as you lick your lips, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck. 

“So, am I just supposed to lean in?” You ask.

Touya just lets out a small hum as he takes his seat belt off as well, watching as you crawl over to him and sit on his lap. For a moment, he says nothing, a smirk still on his lips as he gazes at you. Finally, he speaks with a more confident and teasing tone. 

“Yeah. Just lean in… Make sure to aim for my lips, though. Don’t miss.” 

You roll your eyes at his so called ‘instructions’, but do as he says anyways. The action is slow and once you get extremely close to his face you hesitate for a moment. 

“Tell me if I do something wrong,” you mumble out before finally going in for the kill, closing your eyes as your lips finally touch. 

As soon as he sees the motion coming, he meets you in the middle, closing his eyes as your lips finally brush against each other’s as well. For a moment all Touya can do is sigh softly, your scent filling his nostrils, his fingers tightening around your waist as his face heats up. 

Finally he speaks again. His voice is slightly breathless. “That’s not bad, but go again…with a bit more passion this time.”

You adjust yourself on his lap to sit more comfortably before speaking. “Uhm, can you show me how?”

Touya snickers at that. You really haven’t done this before, have you? He thinks to himself amusedly. 

“Sure… I’ll show you…”

Finally his hands start to move, slowly wrapping around you before one hand reaches the back of your head. Leaning forward slightly, as his other hand presses you down a bit more, he leans in and takes control of the kiss. 

It turns into a deeper kiss, as his hands work on your body. The movements of his mouth against yours are more precise now, his tongue beginning to explore the depths of your mouth with confidence.

His grip becomes slightly tighter, his hands digging slightly into you as his arms almost seem to constrict you from the back. His lips are demanding, moving against yours with pressure. He pulls you in ever so slightly and then lets you go, repeating the same motion over and over again, trying to show you how to kiss and how to get into it.

You pull away after a while, feeling slightly breathless as you try to calm yourself from that kiss. “Whoa.”

Touya lets you go as he lets out a soft chuckle. He lets his hands stay where they are, still wrapped around your waist as he looks at you with a grin. After a bit he speaks up again, speaking casually as he leans back in the seat. 

“Not bad… But here.” 

His body moves again, this time more slowly, as he brings you back in as he presses you against his lips again. He moves his hands to grab the nape of your neck, pulling you forward and making the kiss even deeper than before. The ravenette holds you there for another moment before finally letting you go again, speaking with a confident tone. 

“There,” a hand runs through your hair as he leans back in the seat a bit. Touya looks at you with a soft smirk on his lips. 

“See? Like that,” he speaks before adding teasingly. “Are you sure you haven’t kissed before?”

Your cheeks are flushed as you pant softly, trying to regain some form of composure. “That was—“ you gulp, letting out a shaky breath. “Awesome.”

Touya chuckles at your reaction, the soft smirk still on his lips. His body relaxes a bit as he leans back in the seat again. The way you react and your inexperience is almost adorable. But it’s also a lot of fun. 

“I can show you more than just how to kiss if you want…” He says, teasing you a little.

“Really?” You breathe out as your panting slowly calms down. 

“I can feel you, down there.” You mutter softly, gesturing towards his obvious bulge.

Touya lets out a quiet chuckle in response. He moves one hand slowly to your rear, letting it rest on your backside. With the other hand he plays with a lock of your hair before speaking in a teasing, raspy voice.

“Oh… You can feel that, can you?”

“Yeah…” You mumble with a mix of shyness and eagerness. “Can I see it?”

Touya laughs as he feels his body heating up once again. He keeps his hand on your rear and shifts his body closer so that you’re basically straddling him. Your thighs are pressed right up against his waist and his other hand reaches up to the side of your face.

“Are you sure you want to see it?”

“Please…?” You add, lips jutting out as you do so.

Touya lets out a soft sigh, his breath hitched a bit. Your bratty pout is both annoying and cute at the same time. “Such an impatient brat…” 

His tone is still teasing but he finally lets out a small sigh. With his hand still on the side of your face, his other hand reaches down to unbuckle his belt, undoing it slowly. All you can hear is the subtle sound of a zipper being undone and pants unzipped as his hand disappears from your side. He lets out a brief grumble before speaking again, his tone still being teasing. 

“So, you really want to see it, huh…” 

Still not taking his hand away, he gently pushes your head down. There may be no mistaking it as he gently pushes you even closer, your face only a few inches away from what was earlier tucked into his jeans and now out in the open.

Touya looks down at you from above, that snarky smirk remaining on his face as he watches you from this angle. There’s no denying the fact that you’re adorable when you look up at him like that. He’s only half joking when he calls you a little brat… And yet something about the way you act and the things you say makes him want to have you all to himself. It’s something he’d never admit out loud however.

He waits for a response, but there’s none yet. The corner of his lips starts to twitch as a smirk forms, knowing full well why you’re staying quiet. Finally your gaze moves lower, and your lips part as you stare. Touya keeps your head in place with a firm grip on your head as your gaze remains glued on that spot. 

You swallow thickly as you gaze at his size with awe. “Can I touch it?”

Touya lets out a breath, he can’t help but feel a little bit amused. Your eyes are so fixed, it’s adorable. Finally he lets your head go once more, giving you the freedom to do whatever you want. 

“Go ahead… I won’t stop you.”

Touya tilts his head up again to look at you from above. He lets out a small chuckle as he finally sees your hands move to the front of his pants. When you touch it, his body reacts with a subtle twitch from the sudden sensation. You can almost feel him shiver in your grip.

Touya looks down at you again, a devious smirk forming on his lips as your hand squeezes his shaft experimentally. He sighs softly and his lips curve up into a sly, suggestive smile. He’s just enjoying the sight of you right now, watching the look of curiosity on your face as you take in his size.

Touya lets his lips curl up into an even wider smug grin as your hand starts to move faster. His hips rock forward ever so slightly with the motion of your hand. Another small gasp comes from his lips and he leans back in the seat with his eyes closed.

“Am I doing this right?” You ask curiously.

With a slight nod, he whispers softly. “Mhm… You just keep doing what you’re doing.” 

Just touching him is driving him insane… It feels so good, he’s enjoying every moment of it. His breathing grows even heavier now as a raspy moan escapes his lips in response to the light brushing of your fingertips. He shifts once again, spreading his legs further to give you more room to work with. 

He lets his gaze fall on you again, watching you take his piece of flesh in your hand like this. His lips curve up into a smirk as he speaks softly for the first time in a while.

“Do you really have no experience?” He asks teasingly. 

You gulp audibly, feeling the heat between your legs grow as you continue your experimental touches. “I wanna taste it.” 

You mumble breathlessly before peering up at him, licking your lips as you feel your mouth watering at the thought. “Can I?”

That takes him by surprise. As soon as you speak up he opens his eyes once more, looking at you and noticing the breathlessness in your voice. The way you gulp and the way your body reacts to his touch tells him everything he needs to know. Though he lets out a soft, smug laugh when you ask that last question. 

“I don’t see why not…” 

He pauses briefly, giving you a teasing grin before adding, ”Just don’t disappoint me.”

He spreads his legs even more. After a moment, when he’s satisfied that there’s plenty of room for you to work with, he simply nods once again, allowing you to do as you please. You’re slow and hesitant in your movements as you bring it closer to your mouth, starting off by licking it experimentally. 

“Mm…” Touya lets out a raspy moan of satisfaction as he notices you’re slowly and timidly moving. He can’t deny that it’s very erotic. But it’s also extremely cute. Your hesitation is almost as cute as your eagerness. He stays silent for a few more seconds, wanting to see how you feel as you give it a little lick. 

Yet another moan escapes his lips again as your tongue rubs over him. You can feel him shiver slightly as he feels the sensation, his body moving in response to your tease. He closes his eyes and leans back the best he can with the little room he has left, his lips curling up into a small smirk. 

“Keep going…” You feel your mouth water as you suddenly swallow as much of the length as you can fit in one go.

You’ve gone too far, and now his reactions are becoming even more intense. His throaty mumbles turn into loud groans as his entire body starts trembling. He shifts once again, pressing his back against the back of the seat as he tries his best to keep quiet. He's struggling to maintain any sort of control over himself, but with every suck you give him, his willpower weakens a little bit.

With a satisfied grunt, he finally finds some degree of control as he lets out another small moan and leans back once again. “God… So good…”

He moves one hand upwards, gripping onto the seat as his other hand shifts to the back of your head. You can hear your name escape his mouth as he lets out another small moan.

And just like that, you feel his hands shift. His one hand grips your head lightly as he gently takes control and moves. The slight change in motion is almost imperceptible but you do notice that he holds his breath for a moment as you lick him. It takes him a few seconds to recover as he lets out a loud moan. He lets go of your head and his fingers bury themselves in your hair as he shifts in his seat. 

You can feel his grip tighten and a small shiver runs through your body as his hand moves your head up and back down again, this time with a bit more force.

“R-right there… Fuck, don’t stop… Mm…” Touya lets out quiet but clearly noticeable groans as your mouth works its magic. You gag slightly as the sudden force makes you choke slightly on his length, which urges you to send him a bratty glare despite low-key enjoying it.

Touya lets out a raspy chuckle at your glare, a smugness in his expression as he looks at you. The pressure he’s applying is steady but gentle enough not to hurt you or make you choke too hard. 

"You're enjoying that, huh..." He lets out a small grunt and a muffled moan as you keep moving your head up and down. His hand keeps a firm grip on your hair, keeping you in place.

Touya keeps this up for a few more moments, his breathing getting heavier as your mouth works up and down repeatedly. He starts to growl softly, trying to hold back a little. This is just as much of a pleasure for him as it is for you. His grip tightens once more as his growls get louder. The grip is still not rough but firm enough to make sure you don’t slip up while working on him.

Touya’s body finally gets to that point, making him let out a loud moan as his grip around your head tightens some more. His hand on the side of your face moves up to the back, making sure you stay in position as he pushes you further and further. His eyes are closed as he relaxes a bit more against his seat.

Touya lets out another breath as he finally speaks with a raspy voice. “Keep going… Don’t stop… Fuck don’t stop…”

He lets out a raspy moan as your mouth continues to work on him as he tilts his head back a bit. His fingers dig into your hair as he pushes you back down, not letting your head move away from him. The grip on your head becomes tighter and more demanding as he holds you down.

“You really are good at this…” His hands grip your head tightly, letting you feel just how much he’s enjoying this as he lets out a few more sounds. He tries his best to be as quiet as possible since you’re in a parking lot, but it’s becoming harder and harder to not get too loud. As his grip on your head tightens even more, his moans become increasingly louder. He feels like he’s losing himself…

You pull away, taking a shuddering breath as you look up at him with glassy eyes and shiny lips, panting lightly. “Tou-chan, I want you.” 

Touya’s eyes flutter open for a moment as he feels you stop with the sudden movement. Seeing the effects of your ‘experiments’ on you is quite exciting for him as his breath hitches and his heart rate picks up drastically. The grip on your head tightens again as he sees you squirm slightly.

Touya grunts in affirmation as his voice remains raspy, a smugness written all over his face. “I want you too, you little pervert.”

“Sorry…” You pant before a small cheeky grin grazes your features as you had completely forgotten about your previous unsureness. “You just taste so good.”

Touya chuckles softly at your comment, he can’t help it. You’ve clearly changed your mindset after that little ‘testing’ and now you’re a lot more eager. He tilts his head up again, taking in the view of your glassy eyes as you pant faintly, your lips shiny with saliva. The grip on your head remains firm this time though, not moving even slightly as he keeps his gaze on yours.

“You really think so?”

“Yeah,” you pant out, gulping audibly as you nod shakily.

Touya grunts softly as he sees you nod. His gaze shifts down in between your closed thighs for a minute, your wetness clearly evident on your skirt as he shifts in his seat again. The ravenette finally looks up at your face, that smugness back on his lips as he speaks again.

"How much do you want me…? Don't hold back..."

“So much that I want you to be my first,” you suddenly blurt out in the heat of the moment.

“I’ve liked you for years,” you admitted with a small, flushed smile. “It doesn’t matter if we go back to being just friends afterwards, but I really want you to be my first.”

That takes Touya off-guard for a moment, his body momentarily freezing in place from your words. You don't know how long he's waited to hear those words from you. Eventually he exhales and sighs softly with a soft grin. Touya looks down at you again, that smug look never leaving his features. 

"You want me that badly, huh..." He moves closer to you once again, his lips literally within an inch from your own.

“More than anything,” you mumble softly.

Touya smiles at that, that smugness still on his face, but it's mixed with a soft look, showing his adoration for you. The ravenette grins at your words, you sound so cute when you get all steamy like this. It’s something he has been fantasizing about for a while, and it looks like you’ve finally come around.

Touya leans forward the rest of the way and presses his lips fully against yours, the force behind it a bit more this time, as his hand moves to your rear again, giving your buttocks a small squeeze. His other hand grips your neck tighter, keeping you in place as it moves to your hair. Touya leans into it, and this time, he doesn't let you break away. His lips start to move against yours once more.

“I love you,” you mumble breathlessly between hot and steamy kisses.

Touya freezes up for a time as you let out those words. His lips part from yours as he looks down at you. He blinks a bit and slowly takes in what you just said. It makes his heart skip a beat.

After a few seconds, he lets out a small chuckle though it sounds more like a breathless gasp. His grip around you tightens once more as his reply comes out in a raspy, but soft voice.

“I love you too… I love you so much…”

“Please take me,” you speak sweetly with a small pout.

The way you say those words makes your cheeks go red immediately. You can pretty much see the effect these words had on him. You finally confessed to him. You admitted your feelings and told him you want this as much as he does. Touya is speechless, he didn't expect this to end that way, but it definitely did in the best way possible.

He reaches up to your cheek with one hand, rubbing gently over it as he looks down at you with a flirtatious smirk. “Heh… Is that a request or a demand?” 

Touya smirks at your pout, his thumb rubbing on your cheek as he looks at you. You can tell from his tone, he’s enjoying himself. Your response makes him want to tease you even more now.

“I want you inside of me,” you mumble impatiently, your lips jutting out even more.

That’s what he wanted to hear…

He lets out a breath, this is the kind of dirty talk he’s always enjoyed. The way you describe your own needs is hot and definitely makes him desire you more. He lets out a quiet laugh before he responds, the way he spoke was not the same as it used to be before your confession.

“Is that so, now…” Touya’s grip on your rear tightens slightly as he rubs gently on your ass.

With a small smirk, he immediately pulls you towards him, causing your bodies to press tightly against one another as his lips finally make contact with yours. He begins to slowly move his tongue into your mouth. Your kiss slowly grows more intense as he moves his tongue around, exploring your mouth as he holds you close to him.

The sudden switch from your hesitant behavior to this… It’s pretty surprising. With a soft laugh, he pulls away again, his lips curling into a playful grin. 

“That's what you’re asking me for, huh?” He lets out another chuckle as he leans his head close to your shoulder, whispering softly directly into your ear.

You pout slightly, “Quit teasing me.”

“You want me to quit teasing you?” He leans back so that he can look at you again once more as he tilts his head up while speaking with a smug tone.

“Is this adorable brat asking me to stop?” Touya’s grip on you remains tight as he stares at you for a moment. The look on his face says just how much he enjoys playing with you.

“Stop being so mean,” you whine, looking at him with puppy eyes. “Pretty please with a cherry on top.”

“Awww…~” Touya lets out a quiet chuckle as you beg him with those puppy eyes and that whiny tone. Touya can’t resist that look. He finds it so damn adorable. You’re so easy for him to tease.

He keeps his grip on your body tight as he moves his face even closer to yours. You can feel his breath brushing against your neck as he leans against you and whispers his next words.

“That’s not how you beg, you brat…”

“Will you please fuck me?” You beg with wide glassy eyes, batting your lashes to appear cuter. “I need to feel you inside me—to feel that big fat cock rearrange my insides to the point nobody else could ever please me as much as you could.”

Those words coming out of your mouth, and that soft, desperate tone… It drives the ravenette crazy. A loud moan escapes him as he hears you say those words. His grip on your body tightens even more as he lets you go for a moment, to catch his breath. 

Your words are such a turn-on for him. The way you just spoke right now is one he’d only hear in porn, you speak with such filthy language. He swallows thickly as he takes in the effect of your dirty talk. It's so blunt and crude, but so damn hot. That playful begging and your soft, vulnerable tone, it’s quite the combination as he stares at you with a smug smile on his face.

Touya's smile grows wider, almost to the point of being teasingly malicious as he stares you right in the eyes. Your body is so soft, so vulnerable and that tone just makes him want to take you right here and now. His grip around your waist tightens once more as he speaks again, this time with a sinister grin. 

“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear, you naughty little slut…”

“Just be gentle,” you whisper breathlessly.

The way he was talking with you—in such a degrading manner at that—was making you feel extremely hot. Yet you couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as you realized that you’re actually about to lose your virginity to your childhood friend/crush.

Your mix of emotions is one that makes him want to take you even harder, to show you how much he wants you. To show you how much he’s desired this for years. 

The ravenette lets out an amused laugh as he hears you ask him to go slowly for you, to be gentle. Oh, that’s rich… But he doesn’t voice his thoughts just yet as he leans up against you again, his eyes staring right into yours as he slowly speaks with a teasing tone.

“Who’s saying you deserve that?”

You pout, tilting your head slightly to the side to make yourself even cuter and more fragile. “Pretty please…?” 

There was a childish lilt in your voice as your lips jutted out even more. “Didn’t you say that you love me too?”

You're doing this on purpose… You have to, there’s no way you’re not. The playful pout and the way you tilt your head to the side, there is no way it’s not on purpose. The way you ask for him to go slow with such a soft tone and the sudden mention of his confession… You’re making him soften up on purpose. You want a nice, soft gesture from him? You’re trying to make that happen. 

Touya sighs softly, knowing full well he’ll cave under the pressure. His lips curl into a teasing smile as his gaze narrows at you. “Am I supposed to say yes to that just because I love you?”

He continues to look at you as he lets out a breath, not yet revealing what his answer will be. Does he intend to go easy or will he just pound you and tear you apart? That's for you to wait for. But you can tell by the grin on his face that you've already gotten through to him. Despite the knowledge, you still nodded affirmatively while flashing him a sickeningly sweet smile to get your way. 

“Very well, you naughty little brat... I’ll go slow for you, since you asked me so nicely…” His reply comes out in a soft tone, with a smirk. He relaxes his shoulders as he stares at you with a smug look, but the moment has finally gotten to him. The way you have to ask him to be gentle makes it feel like you trust him after all.

He runs his tongue on your cheeks once more as he finally leans up against you, taking his time doing this. His tongue slowly makes its way down your neck, causing you to shiver and squirm as he continues licking and kissing your skin. The effect this had on you is quite visible as you breathe heavier and moan quietly.

Touya lets out a soft laugh as he hears you whimper and moan. The way you squirm as his tongue and lips move down your skin...is so damn hot. He slowly reaches his hand on your thigh now, getting even closer to your soft, juicy center.

Touya’s hand moves up to your thigh as it rests close to your wetness. As his tongue and mouth continues to move down your skin, he presses lightly against your thigh for a bit before moving even closer, using his thumb to trace circles around your wetness. The tease makes your whole body move, your mouth opening silently as you start to moan quietly.

“So wet already?” He asks you with a quiet laugh and a teasing smirk.

“I’m just horny,” you complain in a whining tone. “And whose fault is that?”

“My fault? Is that so now?” Touya laughs out, finding this to be both amusing and a bit arousing at the same time. His hand continues to play with your wetness as he traces circles around your thigh and inner thighs, his thumb brushing against your clothed clit briefly before moving upwards again.

“Just one more thing…” Touya smirks as leans in closer, his breath still hot and damp on your neck. His lips once again brush against your ear as he whispers softly once more. 

“Keep your eyes closed when it happens…”

“Okay…” You breathe out, complying to his wishes.

Touya leans back once again, his hands loosening around your waist. He adjusts himself in his seat a little bit before beginning to move his hand back up your thighs, moving over your dress and slowly starting to unbutton it. 

Eventually, after slowly unbuttoning your dress, he reaches the bottom of it. His fingers wrap around the side of your hip as he shifts once again and pulls you closer to him. His other hand slowly makes its way up your thigh as he grabs onto your waist. 

He starts to slowly lift your dress up, pulling it over your thighs and leaving it all bunched up in his hands. His cerulean blue eyes flick down at the sight of you under the dress, slowly revealing it all to him. He finally lays his eyes upon what he’s been waiting for. Your pale, slender thighs and soft smooth skin… The small mound of your womanhood. His eyes practically glowing as they wander to the lace fabric of your panties and back up to your face once again. 

The ravenette’s hand moves over the lace of your panties, gently rubbing at them with his fingers as he watches your cute, flushed face. He’s seen this many times before now, but never has it been this tantalizing… 

“I want to see you,” you mumble softly with a tiny pout, but still keep your eyes closed as he had told you. “Please, let me see you.”

“Hmm… You want to see me, huh?” He chuckles softly as he hears your request. He keeps rubbing his hand over your underwear again, slowly rubbing through your silky skin as he whispers softly once more. 

“But for now, keep your eyes shut… I’ll let you see me soon enough…” You let out a whine, but comply nonetheless.

Touya chuckles softly, his eyes wandering down to your body as his hands continue to slowly rub at your underwear with his fingers. He wants you to focus solely on the feeling of his fingers slowly going through your lace underwear… The slow and steady movement of his fingers as it rubs against your skin. Slowly giving your sensitive parts the heat and attention they crave. 

“So sensitive…” Touya growls as his fingers continue to explore through the thin fabric of your panties. When he notices just how sensitive you are, he begins to apply a bit more pressure as he rubs his fingers over you. 

He keeps this up for a little longer, pressing his fingers against that one spot, the pressure gradually increasing as time goes on. Soon, he can feel the slightest trace of your juices beginning to flow as your breathing becomes a little heavy.

“Mm… Looks like someone’s definitely enjoying this.” Touya chuckles in amusement as his fingers continue to rub at your sensitive spot. He can’t help but bite his lip as he hears your breaths pick up. The sight of you getting wet and excited from his touch is more than enough to get his blood flowing. 

He moves his hands away with a small smirk, his tongue briefly flicking out to lick his lips as he watches you. You let out yet another whine at the loss of contact. Touya laughs once again as your whine grabs his attention. 

“So, you really want more, huh?” Touya's deep voice echoes inside the car as he finally breaks his silence as he leans back towards your neck, taking another glance at the sensitive spot he just made so damp. “I’ll give you more then… Just let me do something first…”

After taking a glance at your damp spot again, he finally decides on giving his fingers a break for now. He slides his hands back down your thighs as he looks back at you once again, noticing that your eyelids are twitching. 

“Tou-chan,” you breathe out in a whining tone. With a raspy laugh, he leans in next to your ear again. His breath is still hot and damp against your skin as the tip of his tongue flickers out once more. 

“Yes?” He murmurs as his cerulean gaze narrows towards you once more, a little grin on his lips as he leans close to you again. This time his voice is even lower and more husky than before. His tongue flickers out one last time to brush against your cheek as it trails down to your neck again, where he begins to nibble on it.

“Just take them off,” you squirm in his grasp, opening your eyes despite not being allowed to do so yet. “I feel so empty.”

“You shouldn’t have opened them… You know that, right?” Touya’s voice is deeper, a bit more sinister but you can still hear the teasing tone. He speaks calmly but firmly, despite you now going against his wishes. You might be in trouble. 

“So you want me to just rip them off and take you right now~?” Touya’s voice has become much more rough. The way he looks at you, you know that all he wants to do is to just break you, to tear you apart and break every single self-control you have to make you beg and whimper for him to stop.

But he knows that you’re too inexperienced for that yet. 

“Opening your eyes like that without me letting you… This is going to have consequences, you know, little brat…”

Touya adds with a teasing smirk, but he’s immediately heeding your words and moves to take your panties off. He slides them lower and lower before taking them away completely. His hands move to the side as he takes a look at you, your face becoming flustered when he takes a look at your beautiful body. Once they’re finally out of the way, your soft folds become visible to his eyes. 

“So...this is what you meant by empty, huh?” Touya’s deep voice echoes inside the car as he gets a look at your body once again. His breath is still hot and damp as his gaze flicks to your folds. “Pretty sensitive aren’t we...? Hm?”

Touya’s fingers move in closer slowly as he traces circles around your slickness once more, this time putting more pressure than before as he begins to rub and play with you.

You tug on his shirt impatiently as you demand, “Take it off.”

“A very impatient little brat you are, huh…” Touya chuckles softly, taking note of the way you tug at his shirt, his teasing and flirty mood changing a bit as his eyes narrow against you.

He doesn’t speak much as he reaches up and pulls it over his head. The moment his bare chest is visible your body seems to be heating up. The air is thick with heat and desire as he finally lets out a breath. 

Your fingers trace his toned chest as you shamelessly ogle him. “You’re so pretty,” you mumble out breathlessly.

Touya gives you a playful smack against the side of your neck as he glances down at you, his tone and expression changing a bit as your hands trace his toned chest. His eyes widening as you compliment him, cheeks becoming a bit red as he glances at you.

“Pretty, am I? You think I’m pretty?” It’s clear that you’ve hit his weak spot as he tries his best to hide his blush.

“Like a piece of poetry,” you breathe out softly.

“Shut it…” Touya’s reply comes out as a playful tone as he gives you another light smack this time across your cheek, but the moment you compliment him his attitude changes a bit.

Touya lets out a breath as he glances elsewhere, not knowing what to say in response to that. You can tell that you caught him off guard with your words of appreciation. He wasn’t used to being complimented like that by anyone, certainly not by the person he had been crushing on since childhood. His cheeks remain a bit red for a reason. 

You position yourself over his bare shaft, gripping his shoulders tightly. “I’m on birth control so…” You trail off, waiting for him to help you.

“So that means…” Touya’s voice trails into a soft and teasing moan as he hears you say those last words. His voice becomes lower and even more husky as he grabs on to your hips, his cerulean eyes once again glance up at your body. His hand moves to your hip as he stares up at you, pupils dilated as he watches you move over his shaft.

“So you want this to be raw…?” Touya’s voice becomes somewhat teasing once again as he looks at you, giving you a playful smirk as he looks between your legs.

He doesn't speak another word as he leans in and bites your shoulder gently before letting out a breath. His hips grind against yours briefly as he gets more riled up with each passing minute.

You swallow thickly, getting equally nervous and excited. “So, am I just supposed to slide down or…?” You ask hesitantly, unsure on how to continue.

“It’s pretty self explanatory, don’t you think?” His voice grows deeper and more hoarse. The ravenette’s hands move to your thighs as he grips onto them, his eyes glancing straight ahead as he moves back against the vehicle’s fabric seats. His mouth moves up to your neck again as he plays with your body even more. His legs shift slightly as he moves himself into a better position. 

That’s your cue to move up to him once more. He’s done pretty much everything to set the scene for you. His hands slowly grip your body as he shifts your hips so it’s easier to enter. He wraps his arms around you and kisses you tenderly on the mouth. 

“Now you know…” Touya smirks against your mouth as he pushes himself against you, causing his tip to graze your folds. His breath is hot and wet as he moves his hips against you again. He moves further back against the car seat before pressing himself against you again, his body making contact with your slickness but not fully inside of you yet.

The sensation of his tip touching your folds makes your body tense. You take a shuddering breath as you let him guide you, the grip on Touya’s shoulders tightening significantly from the intrusion. Biting your bottom lip softly as you did your best to relax your body in order to make the experience less painful and more pleasant.

"S’tight, doll." Touya lets out a rough moan as you tense up, cursing under his breath and keeping his hips still to help you cope with the pain. It takes him a bit longer to notice that you're gripping his shoulders, but as he does he just chuckles gently as he kisses your neck once again.

He begins to slowly move himself against you again, rubbing his tip against your folds as he begins to move deeper slowly.

“W-wait a bit,” you mumble shakely, making Touya stop his movements immediately as soon as you tell him to. The ravenette lets out a small grunt as you halt him for a bit, gritting his teeth as he holds himself still, his grip tight but steady around you. 

“Mm? What’s wrong, doll?” He whispers softly in your ear as he tries to assure you and keep you calm.

“S-sorry…” You flush in embarrassment, tensing your body and trying your best to relax as he tries to inch himself in deeper. Legs shaking and trembling a little as you keep them wide open.. “It’s just hard to relax.”

“Hm… So you’re tense, are you?” Touya chuckles as he speaks in a teasing and flirty tone, though he’s still being cautious and slow as he doesn’t want to hurt you in any way. He wants your first experience with him to be a pleasant one, but that seems to be somewhat difficult at this moment. 

He leans his head on top of yours and whispers softly to you once again. “Relax for me, doll… Just focus on breathing…” Touya’s whisper comes out in a soothing and tender tone. You take a deep breath before slowly sliding further down. 

“There we go… Good girl…” Touya’s voice changes into a soft and tender one once again as his hands let go of your thighs and grasp onto both of your hips, helping you ease your way down into him. His cerulean eyes are fixated on you the entire time as you feel him slide inside of you, inch by inch, slowly and gently.

“Mm… There we go…” Touya’s voice mutters out softly as you slowly take his whole length inside of you, his breath catching in his throat as he feels you fully wrapped around him. 

His body is still for a moment, but his breathing begins to quicken as he feels you adjust yourself to his movements. Another shiver travels down his spine as he feels the wetness inside of you, feeling the intensity as he pushes himself deeper. His fingers move down to grip your hips as he slowly starts to move his hips against yours.

Touya’s breathing becomes even faster as he lets your body adjust to his movements, slowly beginning to thrust deep, his hand now gripping your hips firmly as he moves in and out of you slowly and rhythmically. His other hand gently runs through your hair as he moans out softly. 

“Mm… You’re so tight…” He says with a deep and husky voice as he glances down at you.

Touya’s pace begins to speed up slowly as his breathing grows heavier with each passing minute. He leans down towards you, biting your skin as his hips begin to grind against yours, his thrusts becoming faster and faster. His cerulean gaze glares into yours once more as he watches your body and the way he makes you moan every time he thrust harder and deeper.

“Mm…” Touya’s voice is a bit more hoarse as he moves quickly now, his breathing heavy as you feel yourself filled and stretched out even further. His cerulean gaze meets yours again as his fingers grip yours tightly, his thrusts faster and faster now. 

“Such a tight little hole…” He mutters out breathlessly once again.

“Full,” you moan out. “F-feel so f-full…” You let out a gasp, “S-so big..!”

“Mm~ You really feel me, huh…?” Touya chuckles softly as his fingers grip yours tight. He begins to press his thumbs into your wrists as he thrusts deeper into you and pulls you closer to him. His movements are faster now his breath becomes short and shallow. Each of his thrusts becomes harder and harder as his cerulean eyes glaze over as he moves you closer to the edge. His lips curl up into a small smirk as he watches your reactions closely.

You let out a startled gasp at the change in pace, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. “Th-there! Please keep hitting there,” you moan.

“Oh~ You like that spot, don’t you?” He smirks playfully as he hears you tell him to hit that spot. His thrusts grow rougher, more intense, as he hits your G-spot exactly where you need it. He grips your body even tighter as you feel yourself about to reach your climax. A light sweat begins to coat his body as his cerulean eyes grow glazed, all the while you the tip of his shaft touch that one spot inside of you that makes you moan out.

You nodded shakily, unable to pronounce any words as you kept moaning softly into his neck. He could tell just how good you were feeling as your body was literally reacting to his motions. 

“Mm~ You like that, huh…” His voice grumbles as he moves even quicker inside of you, his thrusts growing even faster as he hits all those sensitive spots.

“Such a good girl… All mine…” He whispers softly before biting your neck once again, leaving a small mark.

Touya lets a breath escape from his mouth, his body shaking a bit as he gets even closer to climax. He grips into your hips tighter than ever before as his body grows tense with each passing moment.

“Y-yes! ‘m all yours!” You moan, gripping his shoulders so tightly as if your life depended on it as you tried to meet his thrusts. “P-please don’t stop! You make me feel so good!”

“Oh~ Such a needy girl…” 

Touya’s lips curve up into a smug smirk as he feels you start to move against him, your body moving in the same rhythm as his own, making it much easier for the two of you to climax. He begins to move his hips even quicker, his breath beginning to quicken as he approaches the precipice. With each passing thrust he felt a bit of himself build up inside of you. He lets out a deep grumbling that tells you exactly how close he is.

“S-so good!” You moan out breathlessly, biting your bottom lip softly as you try to keep up with his pace. You pull away from his neck, breathing heavily as you face him. “K-kiss me, please.”

His lips curve up into a playful grin. “Oh… Are you begging me, doll…?~”

You find that his grip has loosened up just a bit as he holds onto you more loosely now. His free arm moves up to stroke your face as he leans back slightly. Touya then stares into your eyes once more as his cerulean gaze meets yours. His lips curl up into a mischievous smirk once more.

He lets out a breath as he locks his lips on yours, tasting you as his other hand strokes your cheek gently. His caresses move down to your neck once again, rubbing the spot he marked before softly as you continue to make out. The ravenette moves his hips against yours as he’s continuously hitting your G-spot. He bites your lower lip once more as his tongue gently explores your mouth.

The ravenette then lets out a breath as he parts his lips from yours, his breath quickening as he stares at you once again. “God… You’re such a needy little slut… Your tightness is sending me over the edge…” He grips your hips as he thrusts deeper and hits your spot once more, his body twitching as he approaches climax. 

“So c-close-“ you sobbed, tears trailing down your flushed cheeks from the overstimulation, clawing at his back uncontrollably. “N-need to cum…!” 

“A needy girl like you, so quick and so desperate…” His voice is a soft whisper as he begins to thrust even harder now. His cerulean eyes glaze over as he smirks and bites your bottom lip as you clawed at his back. His body twitches and quivers slightly as he feels you getting into a frenzy.

His hand strokes your cheek slowly as he feels your body tense up even more. He lets out a rough groan as your nails start to dig deeper into his shoulders as you claw at his skin. “C’mon, sweetheart…c’mon… Just a bit more…”

A soft shudder runs down his spine as his hips thrust into you deeply. He feels you tightening around his shaft, indicating that you are approaching your climax. “Fuck, almost there… Just a little bit more…”

“Feeling it?” He whispers softly, his arms wrap around your body tightly as he grips the back of your neck and pulls you back into another kiss. All you can do is moan into his mouth as he keeps hitting that one spot. 

He breaks the kiss again after a little bit, breathing heavily as he looks at you once again. He sees your body react to his movements and how your body trembles and quivers with each moment. His grip tightens around you as he whispers softly, 

“Ready?” He rasps out as he keeps hitting the spot consistently, not bothering to change up his routine or increase the pace even. He waits for your answer, still not moving his hips faster despite how much you’re clearly enjoying it. 

“F-for what…?” You ask confusedly.

He can’t help but grin slightly as he sees how confused you are. How clueless and lost into the moment of pleasure you are. His eyes shift to your mouth briefly as he asks you softly: 

“To finish…” He says it just vague enough that it can be taken as anything but he keeps slowly moving and hitting that exact spot as he waits for you to understand what he means. Your mouth forms into an ‘oh’ shape in realization as you let out a moan. He lets out an amused laugh as you moan and realize what he meant.

”Yes!” You moan out. “So close, Tou-chan! Please don’t stop!”

His body tenses even more and he groans as he feels your grip tighten around his shoulders. He kisses your neck even more as he moves with both of your movements, slowly taking you back and forth between his own pace and your own rhythm. He whispers softly as his body continues to grow hotter with your sounds.

“You feel so fucking good…” His voice is still calm but he’s growing more and more breathless with each minute and moment you keep pressing against him and moving against him. He can feel himself getting close.

Touya lets out a raspy groan as he continues to kiss your neck and keeps up with your movements. He picks up the pace even faster as it feels like you’re reaching your peak. His grip becomes tighter as he continues to drive himself into you. 

“A-almost—fuck… Keep it up…”

He closes his eyes for a few seconds, taking deep breaths as he tries to gain control over just how much his body is reacting. After a bit, he opens his eyes again and presses his body into you. His breath has gone back to being steadier and slower, but he still holds you firmly and keeps moving slowly, but firmly. He kisses your neck again as he whispers softly to you. 

“How you feelin’…?”

“Like I’m about to burst…” You gasp out.

He moans roughly as he watches you writhe and squirm under his grip. He sighs softly as he speeds up slightly, your response and movements make him want to speed up even more, but he ignores the urge of letting himself go all out.

“Don’t let go just yet…” He rasps out, his voice already beginning to become breathy as he moves more and more into you, his grip keeping you firmly in his hold as his movements become faster. “Hold it in for a bit longer.”

He can feel you tensing and quivering under his grip as he feels your body starting to twitch more and more. His grip around your waist is still firm and his body heat grows with each moment as he speeds up again. He keeps his pace for just a little bit longer before he grips your waist tighter with his one arm while he lets go of your back with his free hand. He leans forwards and meets your mouth once again, taking control of the kiss with his tongue.

His body relaxes a little bit while he’s kissing you as his body heat grows hotter and hotter. His grip is tight around you as he keeps pushing and pushing you even more. He can feel your body starting to tense and quiver even more as you grip his back and waist tightly. He can see how much you’re struggling to hold it in, and just when it looks like you’re reaching your peak, he pulls back slightly and whispers into your ear, his breath coming out quick and sharp.

Touya’s voice sounds breathless and breathy when he whispers to you, he feels the tip of his tongue slowly rubbing your ear as it teases you, his grip on your waist and back becoming even tighter as he keeps pushing into you more.

“Almost…” Touya breathes out sharply, pulling his waist away from you slightly. The ravenette breaks the kiss and licks your ear one more time before pulling back even further. His cerulean blue eyes watch you squirm even more as your body tests your limits. He sees your twitching, quivering and tense body as he grips the front of your thighs and squeezes them as he whispers softly to you. 

You moan out loudly as you finally reach your peak. Your body explodes in pleasure as pleasure spreads throughout it, flooding your senses as you twitch strongly and your body quivers more. Your tight grip on his body finally lets go as you squirm underneath his grip. 

“T-Tou-chan!” It’s more of a cry then it is a moan of pleasure. He pushes deeper into you, finally reaching his climax as he grunts softly. 

“Goddamn…” He lets out a final groan as he relaxes once he finally reaches his own peak. He leans in and kisses you one more time before pulling out, breathing heavily.

The ravenette leans back as he lets a breath escape from his mouth. His cerulean gaze meets yours once more as he glances down at you with a small smirk on his face.

“Did you enjoy that, doll…? Was I too rough with you?” He whispers softly, his hand rubs your thigh gently.

“A bit…” You pant softly, cheeks flushed as you snuggled against him. “But I…liked it.”

“Hm… You liked it…?” He lets out a low, husky chuckle as he leans his body back against the car door, his body tired yet satisfied now. “I guess you like it rough, don’t you…? You little naughty girl…”

You let out a soft, tired giggle at his implication. “Can’t believe I lost my virginity in a car that’s parked near a party with my childhood best friend turned boyfriend.”

“Is it weird to say that I find that a bit hot…?” He whispers softly back to you as he glances at you once more with a sly smirk on his face. 

You let out an amused snort, “You’re such a horndog.”

“And you aren’t…?~” Touya smirked playfully as he teased you again, causing you to bite your bottom lip as you found yourself unable to find a retort. 

“You’re not wrong.” 

The ravenette chuckles softly once more as he glances at you again, his cerulean eyes glancing at you with a more teasing and flirtatious look to them. His hand moves back to stroke across your cheek as he leans back against the car door himself. 

“I’m going to take it that you really enjoyed it…” He says as he teases you some more as he chuckles once more. “You feel tired…?” 

“A bit.” You mumble softly, nuzzling your face against his chest comfortably. “But I don’t wanna sleep naked in your car.”

“Hm…” The ravenette ponders your request for a moment as he looks at you, deciding if he should grant it to you or not. “We can skip the party and…”

He lets a breath escape from his mouth before he gives you a playful smirk. “Just go back to my place. Sounds good?”

“Sounds nice,” you mumbled contentedly. “But next time there’s a party, we have sex only afterwards.”

“Good to know, doll…” Touya smirks in amusement. He then pulls his pants back up and fixes his other clothes before he looks back at you. “Need any help fixing up yours…?”

“Yup,” you nodded, stretching out your hands before grabbing your panties, pulling them on slowly before putting on your bra. 

“Can you help me with the dress?” You ask, tilting your head slightly.

Touya’s lips curved up into a small, playful grin as he watched you put on your own panties and your bra first. “Sure,” he says with a nonchalant shrug. 

He wraps his arms around you from behind as he helps you put your dress on again, helping you with the straps on the back of your dress before helping you zip your dress up again. His lips tilt into an amused smirk as he chuckles a bit. “It looks good on your body, I have to say…”

“I just remembered that you didn’t compliment me when you saw me in it,” you huffed as you heard his comment.

He lets out a deep chuckle as he finally helps with you putting your dress back on completely. After that he pulls his arm back and sighs softly. A teasing smirk still stays plastered on his lips. “I was probably too focused on how much I wanted to take it off of you…”

“But, now that you mention it… It does look good. It compliments you very well,” Touya says with a bit of an aloof tone. His smirk widens even more as he adds to it with, “It really does hug your body… Quite the good sight~”

You let out an amused snort, “Have I ever mentioned that you’re an asshole?” 

Touya lets out a snicker before whispering softly in your ear as he leans forward and nuzzles your neck once more. “And yet here you are, falling for me…” You pout with your usual bratty attitude as he says this with a smug smirk, looking soft and playful as he teases you. He chuckles and nods his head as he turns on the engine.

“Now, let’s get out of here so I can finally fuck you in every position that I’ve imagined, but couldn’t, since we were friends.” 

[hellsslibrary]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚NSFW Alphabet with Leona Kingscholar˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

DNI : minors.

!!Warnings : sub!bottom!Leona, male reader, breeding kink, tail play(?), oral, bratty behavior, toys, cockwarming, marking, very vague reference to somnophilia.

Ruggie <————«« Leona »»————> Floyd.

Savanaclaw. Leona Kingscholar.

A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex?)

He falls asleep. Did you expect another? He sleeps most of his day, it is obvious that he will fall asleep after sex, because he is especially tired than usual. Although, if he is especially kind today, he will still make sure you are satisfied. And if you're not, he might even let you fuck him while he sleeps.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Your thighs. Again, what did you expect? He can sleep on them, he can sit on them, he can squeeze them like an anti-stress, he can leave hickeys and bites on them, and between them is your most delicious part. Obviously he loves it.

In himself... This is his body, yes. Especially his muscles and maybe scars. He likes to show off with them, obviously because he doesn't show them often.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

He has very thick cum, I don't know why, I just have a feeling that he cums a little more than average and yes ... Heck, it's also a little more salty than usual.

He doesn't care where you end up. Because in almost all situations you will have to wash it, so washing your and his sperm is your problem only. But he still prefers when you cum inside him. He likes this feeling of fullness and warmth (literally) inside him.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Well... He gets excited when he sees you angry. He is the most ordinary brat, although he is a pillow princess / pillow prince, but still. Leona loves this expression of anger or passive aggression in your voice, and especially in your eyes if you are not too emotional. It turns him on extremely, especially if you are angry with him. Although once he realizes that you are mad at him and he realizes that he will be punished later and he will probably have to do something on his own... He wants to sleep and pretend it didn't happen, it was a dream, lol.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

I think he's one of the few non-virgins. True, I doubt that he had too hectic sex life. Just a few short flings. But he fully understands what he does and how he does it... Although it seems to me that he was never at the bottom, because it hurt his pride too much earlier, and I guess it would be difficult to persuade him to become a bottom, but he equally quickly agreed as long as you weren't noisy and he liked it, but probably more due to the fact that almost always it means less work.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Fuck, it's cowgirl/reverse cowgirl! As much as he doesn't want to lift his lazy ass once again, he will still (probably) never refuse if you want him to ride you. He loves that feeling of control he has over you in these positions and it's very satisfying for him in every way.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I don't know for sure, but I think he's generally not very talkative during sex. Although if he talked more, he would lean towards the more humorous side due to his love of teasing and pissing you off.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He doesn't really care about his hair there, but since he's a prince (there's a pubic hair etiquette, no kidding), he shaves it off from time to time when it grows to a certain length and starts prickling his skin. The color of the carpet is exactly the same as on the drapes, although they are much more curly on the carpet.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He's surprisingly romantic. Although he will never admit it and will not openly show it. But he loves to hug you, his tail wraps around some part of your body unconsciously, he loves light kisses and all that.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He does it often, like really often. True, he probably does this out of boredom and before going to bed (which is exactly a dream, not a nap). He just puts his hand in his underpants, pulling out his cock, quickly masturbates and falls asleep satisfied (having cleaned before that of course ... Well, more precisely, after wiping his hand and cock, yes).

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Well... Breeding kink? You can't stop me from saying this every fucking time. I just want to fertilize them. Ahem, ahem, what are we talking about? He just wants your cum in him as he sighs sweetly as you keep filling him up over and over again. Cockwarming. He probably sleeps with your cock inside him from time to time, so it's not surprising. Um, I would say markings? Like... He's very possessive. So after having sex with him, you will be walking around with hickeys / bites, possibly bruises and scratches from his hands all over your body.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He doesn't care. You can take him anywhere you want, and he'll make you take him anywhere he wants (although he won't insist if you're uncomfortable, of course). But the comfortable bed is his favorite place, it's obvious.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He is surprisingly very easily aroused. Any careless touch or phrase from you can cause a sudden excitement in him (but not a boner yet). So if you push it a little further and keep pushing it, it will definitely pull you into some closet.

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

First, of course, never, I repeat never, do not somehow indicate his royal origin. I don't think I need to explain why. And secondly, do not pay much attention to someone else, especially to some particular dragon fae, besides him, he is extremely jealous.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Definitely receive. He loves to lie on his back while you suck him off/eat him out. So he will just put his hand on your head and whisper praises and some nice words to you.

I believe he is also quite willing to please you if you wish, although he will certainly grumble before doing so, but will do so without argument. And he's extremely good at blowjob, I guess I should mention that, so I guess you can consider those rare moments as a reward.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Something slow but rough. Deep, sharp, but rare thrusts, yes. He loves that rare pace where you slowly come out and then abruptly insert your entire length, poking into his prostate, which is why he is always grabbing for something.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Yes, he's all for it. He sees no reason why not. Although obviously loves regular sex more. But you often have quickies since he's a very busy person actually, apparently sleeping somewhere in the Botanical Garden right now.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Well... Yes, he is quite yes. While he'll probably act proud if you suggest something too perverted for his taste, he's easily broken by saying something like "Afraid?"

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He has too much stamina, like really huge. 15-22 rounds? Kind of, yes. He has an impossibly high libido, and his stamina makes it even more unbearable, although pleasant, of course.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He has a couple of dildos, but nothing more than that. He just sometimes uses them to make it easier or vice versa to complicate his task to finish. Although he will use anything if you offer it to him, whether on himself or on you.

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease)

He hates when you tease him, he's so damn impatient and he'll get so annoying even though it hasn't even been five minutes if you do. But at the same time, he loves to tease you by riding you more slowly or faster, depending on the situation, moving his fingers/toys around some parts of your body and so on.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Like 1/10, he's the quietest in all of Twisted Wonderland, I guess. Kind of true, just low sighs and maybe lowing, but nothing too loud. It takes a hell of a lot of work to make him seriously moan, imp.

W = Wild Card (Get a random head canon for the character of your choice)

He loves when you pull his tail. Gently, of course. But he loves it when you fuck him and tug on his tail as he wags in pleasure quickly and impulsively, coiling around your arm and wrist.

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

He has a great body! Muscular, polished, but at the same time slender! A few scars here and there too. His cock... 7 inches somewhere/17,7 cm. His cock is circumcised and he is slightly tilted forward.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Incredibly strong and high libido. He wants you every nanosecond and your cock in him. He wants you always, everywhere, regardless of circumstances, time, people and nothing at all.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fell asleep afterwards)

Very easy. He falls asleep almost immediately. You can turn away for a couple of seconds and then hear him snort and softly snore when you find that he is sleeping again and you have to wash him again lol.

[carlsdarling]

kissing and teasing carl until he gets soo uncomfortably hard in his pants..only to leave him like that. MAYBE letting him grind against my hand so he can cum in his jeans if i’m feeling nice

Teasing

Y/N likes Carl, but Carl likes Enid and Y/N gets annoyed and teaches Carl a lesson. Bit more of a plot, than sex. Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw, slightly Bratty! Reader

It pissed you off. In the morning you had left for a supply tour. In addition to you, Carl and Enid were also participating, and as always when Enid was around, Carl paid little attention to you and groveled around Enid. And Enid didn't even show much interest in him, at best amicable. That's how it appeared to you, anyway.

You gritted your teeth. Carl had picked up a red crop top with lace trim from a clothing rack at the supermarket you were looting and held it out to Enid. "I think this would look great on you," he proclaimed.

"I don't think so at all," you growled softly. The top was not Enid's style whatsoever. Enid raised her eyebrows, but said nothing.

And so it went on throughout the day. Enid this way, Enid that way. There was just no end to it. Why didn't Carl understand that you liked him? Or didn't he care?

Finally, as dawn broke, Rick declared the tour was over. "Good idea," you muttered with a nasty sideways glance at Carl who was still babbling at Enid. You packed a box of toothpaste, carried it outside, and stowed it in the trunk of one of the cars, then sat down in the back seat, sulking and brooding to yourself. The others were still busy in the surrounding stores, but you were fed up; you didn't feel like it anymore.

After a few minutes, Carl showed up on the street, carrying several packs of toilet paper. He spotted you, waved, and approached the car. After throwing the toilet paper into the trunk, he opened the car door and sat down next to you. "Whew," he sighed, wiping sweat from his forehead. His bandage looked scruffy and his hair was disarrayed.

"To what do I owe this honor?" you asked pointedly.

Carl eyed you uncomprehendingly. "What are you talking about?"

"Where's Enid?" you responded with a counter question.

"She went with Rosita and Maggie to that shoe store over there," he made a vague hand gesture down the street. "Enid really needs new boots; she walks around outside so much that the soles of her boots are coming off, and..." he expounded.

"I don't give a fuck about Enid's fucking boots!" you hissed.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" asked Carl angrily. Silently, you looked out at the empty street. In your opinion, Carl didn't deserve an answer. He exhaled a long drawn out breath. You eyed him from the side. His cheeks were flushed, and his hair fell into his forehead. Your gaze wandered to his hip, where his underwear showed above the waistband of his jeans.

"Your pants are slipping," you remarked. Carl grumbled something unintelligible and lifted his hips to adjust his jeans. "If you were hoping that Enid would somehow be impressed with you now and jerk you off afterwards, I guess you're out of luck," you said in an indifferent tone.

Carl looked at you in amazement. "What...what makes you think that's what I want?"

"Oh, you don't?" you said with a sneer. Carl looked down at his knees in shame. Somehow his behavior provoked you, and you moved closer to him and put your hand on his left thigh, drawing little circles on the fabric. Carl moaned softly, and within seconds you felt him getting hard. You stroked his hair back behind his ear and kissed his cheek, then traced a wet trail down his neck to his collarbone with your tongue. Carl unexpectedly turned his head and pressed his somewhat rough but soft lips to yours. He tasted of the Coke and salty peanuts he had eaten earlier. You returned the kiss almost angrily, biting lightly into Carl's plump lower lip.

"Keep doing that, please," he whimpered, pressing himself against your stroking hand. You had proceeded to caress his cock through his jeans, and Carl's hands moved to his belt and buttons; apparently he wanted to pull his pants down.

You slapped his hand slightly. "Don't do that," you admonished him.

"It's so uncomfortable when I'm hard in my jeans," Carl complained, squirming in his seat. "It hurts."

"The others are going to show up any minute. We need to do this quickly, and really, I don't know if you even deserve it." You stopped paying attention to his erection. "You're probably just imagining Enid. So maybe you should wait until Enid gets back from the shoe store and ask her to finish you off."

"No, I'm just thinking about you, Y/N," Carl assured desperately. "Please, Y/N, go on." He already was a mess; face flushed, hair messy, lips slightly parted, Carl was completely focused on his arousal.

"All right, on one condition, Carl," you said tartly. "That red top you offered Enid earlier when we were at the supermarket. You didn't actually offer it to me, and that's what made me so pissed," you bitched, pinching him mildly in the side so that he winced. "You're going back to the supermarket first thing tomorrow to get it for me."

"Yes, yes, anything you want," Carl vowed. "I didn't think you'd like the top. But I promise I'll get it for you."

Satisfied with that statement, you finally started again to pleasure Carl. He grinded against your hand and your wrist vigorously, while you were palming and rubbing him. Carl bucked his hips into your hand, moaning and whimpering, eyes screwed shut. Amused, you watched how fucked out he looked, how he lustfully wrenched his cute face. You continued to stroke and tease his cock, until Carl let out one final groan and cum. Wetness was spreading on the front of his jeans, and Carl's head sank back in exhaustion. Eyes still closed, he licked his lips, unable to speak. His breathing was heavy.

You spotted Enid walking toward the car, a shoebox stuck under her left arm. She opened the passenger door, gave you both a distracted look, and babbled, "It was almost impossible to find decent boots without high heels, apparently the store has been looted several times, and..." Then she seemed to register the strange atmosphere in the car. Examining, she observed first you, then Carl, who still looked fucked out and had hastily covered the wet spot in his crotch with his right hand. "Is there something wrong? Carl, you look kind of... disheveled," she complained.

"Um, I...I'm feeling hot, and I have sort of a headache," Carl lied.

Enid eyed him for almost a minute, him and his right hand still resting in his lap. "For sure," she then said scoffingly, shaking her head.

--

Tags: @loveforcarl @tessasweet @knochentrocken0808 @taylormarieee

[fangsandfeels]

It's never explained why Mizora tries to tempt Tav with sex, aside from the fact that she simply wants to: she is curious, she is bored, she likes messing with mortals and this was yet another way for her to get them hooked on hellish influence, etcetera, etcetera.

Personally, I prefer to imagine that it's also her way of sowing the seeds of discord in the group because if Wyll refuses to enter a forever pact to save his father, Mizora is extremely salty.

It's logical for her to put everyone he calls friends in a bad light, to set them up and show how she can get anyone wrapped around her claw - how anyone can choose her over him. I expected her to try and take away one of the few things Wyll had left: his trust in his friends by making them fall to temptation.

She tried to break him so many times. She would whisper lies in Florrick's ears painting Wyll as the usurper. Why wouldn't she try to ruin this as well? Like, her whole intention of lingering in the camp is to be a painful reminder to Wyll of the choice he made and expect him to run back to her for a new deal.

This makes me think that Mizora tries to flirt and offer sex not just to Tav, but to almost everyone else in the group. And gets rejected fabulously.

Lae'zel sends her to the Zarielland before she can even finish. And repeats it so as many times as it takes for Mizora to get the hint.

Astarion just goes "Ah, sorry darling. It's not me, it's you. Also, maybe, do something about that sulfur stench before you try to seduce anyone who is not a mephit?" *trademark bratty laugh*

Gale hints that he is a man of immense encyclopedical sexual knowledge that encompasses some truly divine techniques, but the privilege of experiencing this type of Gale magic shall be bestowed on his true love, which is certainly not Mizora. But, if she apologizes for her abhorrent behavior and promises to leave the camp and Wyll alone, he might be so kind as to give her a brief introductory lecture and let her take notes.

Halsin basically offers Mizora to go fuck a deep rothe in the most polite way possible.

Shadowheart would agree. But when Mizora shows up for the night of passion, instead of Shadowheart there is Dame Aylin with a steel chair.

[justjams2003]

The Saltiness of Flesh-3

Pairing: 1968!Elvis Presley x fem!reader

Summary: After Elvis' divorce fell through and the constant non-stop touring, he finally gets a moment alone on the beach. He finds a doll, shy and almost stand-offish and things suddenly bloom between them.

Warnings: Absolutely no hate to Priscilla, I love her so much, she is mother <3 In this story, they got engaged but broke up before they got married. Barely legal reader, flirting, talk of brattiness, spanking, manual drive (I know that sacres Americans) I would say grooming but she's 18 so not? 14-year age gap. Talk of being middle-class. Smut, fingering, masturbation.

Word count: 3k+ unedited

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics and @luvcsbn

Taglist: @marvelobsessed134 @atleastpleasetelephone @i5uckersblog @i-r-i-n-a-a @dontfeedthebigbadwolf @iwaizumisbtch @archerxnn @sloppiest-of-jos @indiatuck @gatheraheart @that-hotdog @toebeansforbreakfast

Part 1 - Part 2

Brown eyes, wide and big peering up at him, nervously, shyly, wiping off her mouth with a napkin. Her pink tongue darting out to taste the barbeque sauce left on her lips. The burger looked almost impossible for a little thing like her to finish, but she did. He should've expected it from a country girl like her. Now she sits, idly sucking up the last bits of milkshake. 

"How haven't you been snatched up yet?" Elvis says it out loud and he scolds himself for it, but he just has to know. A cute thing, so eager to be told what to do, any man should be eager to take her. "18 years old and this is my first date...if this is a date...?" A chuckle, or is it a sigh? Or is it both? The sound falls from his lips, his brows pulling together almost in sympathy. 

His hands reach out, grasping the small one clenching the milkshake glass. She doesn’t even know how much any girl would skin someone for this chance. "Oh darlin'...of course it's ah date. Why else would I be all over yah like I am?" A shy shrug, so uncertain. "Uh wouldn' know, I haven' ever even held hands with ah boy." His eyes flash down to his hand holding hers. He's the first, her innocence too much for him. 

"Yah serious? Yah ain't jokin' with me now?" He asks, sitting up straighter, as if he needs a better angle to address the situation. "I ain' jokin'. I'm serious." And the way her southern tongue struggles with the words makes it just so much better. As if she wants to sound all big but her mouth just won't let her. "No boy at school ever see how pretty yah are?" 

A gulp, as if she's mesmerized. A shy smile, "No boy..." She confirms for him. "An' you ain't ever even kissed ah boy? At your big girl age?" Cheeks red and her tongue moves before she can even think about what it's doing. "I ain't even even touched-" and then her mind catches up and quickly shuts her mouth. But he heard it and he needs her with everything in him to confirm what he thinks she's gonna say. 

"Haven't ever what, yittle one? Can't leave me hangin' like that." He makes sure to use the nickname that makes her pink like a peach. She bites her lip, scolding herself for ever saying anything. "My mama says I'm too young for that typa thing anyways." He says, his eyes go hard and with one look forces her to say what she was going to say. 

"I haven't ever even touched myself before..." A guttural groan of such utter revelation comes from deep his belly up and out his mouth. He smiled, wider than he ever has before, he's sure of it. "Sweet girl...did I hear yah right? Ain't never touched yourself before?" Her cheeks go bright red and she hides her little face from him. 

A shrug and then a peak through her fingers. "Yeah...I don' wanna sin." He can't help but laugh. Of course he had to expect it. A sweet innocent girl like her, from the most religiously strict state on the map had to be completely and utterly brainwashed. Manners instilled from the very beginning of her life. Everything bodily from a human has to be such an utter sin. Unaccepted to even look with lust. That must be why she's so easily flustered.  

"Oh, yittle one...it's not a sin tah touch yourself. Yah ain't gon' go tah hell for it." She gives him this blank look like the words he says just won't enter her head. "The pleasure of the body is only meant for reproduction.” She quotes her bible scripture. Elvis can imagine her on her knees every night before bed. Her little hands clutches, head bowed. 

He’s certain he could so easily get her in that position for him. With her mouth open instead of shut. Begging to him, he’ll guide her. Show her the wonders of the human body. “I promise yah, sweet girl, I read my bible, I go tah church same as yah do. But I’m older an’ wiser now aren’t I? I know, I talk tah my preacher. He tells me it ain’t a sin.” 

Pudgy bottom lip stuck between front teeth. Fawn eyes slightly droop showing thoughts filled with things unholy and unbecoming of a religious little girl like her. “I couldn’t possibly.” She mumbles, shaking her head, it’s as if the whole restaurant is closing in on her and she can’t run from him, this conversation, or her mind. 

“An’ why not? I promise yah that He won't smite yah down if yah enjoy yourself a little. In fact, my preacher tells me, lovin’ your body, brings yah closer tah Him. No need tah be so shy about it. Everyone does it, even the pastor.” He tries to course her, convince her, corrupt her. Pull her from this little bubble she lives in and make her a part of his world. 

Her eyes go from him, down to the plastic table. Picking at the peeling laminate, working through it in her mind. “You’re a big girl now, girl. Yah gotta do what big girls do.” He knew well what he was doing. Elvis knows she’s away from her Mama and Papa, he knows she ain’t never had to make a real choice in her life. They chose her school, in turn her friends. 

Now, she’s all alone in California, in with a guy much older than her. Elvis knows she misses her Papa, she sees his dominating commanding nature in him and craves for it. For the guiding hand. Do just about anything he’d ask, if he really did ask. “I don’t even know how.” Her lips part, her sheep’s eyes peer through her long little lashes. 

That iconic Elvis grin crawls across his lips. “There ain’t nothin’ wrong with not knownin’ yet. You’re just a small girl in any case, aren’t yah?” He leans forward, taking her hands. He caresses over the knuckles. “That’s why yah have me, baby. Someone a yittle older, a yittle wiser, huh?” 

When you’re around someone like Elvis Presley, when he grins, you grin. Even if slight, she does smile. She’s seen sound of music, one of the only movies approved by her strict parents. She knows, “Sixteen Going On Seventeen.” Her tongue darts out, licking over her lips with she sings slightly.    

“You need someone older and wiser. Telling you what to do~” She recites the lyrics to him, he grins, shifting in his seat. Scootching closer, hell, he’s upset at the table for being in between them. He looks so giddy hearing her sing. “Yeah, exactly like that, baby. Yah get it now.” Then he reaches out, his thumb gliding over her lips, wiping off some sauces. 

His thumb goes back to his mouth, licking it. Tasting the saltiness of his skin, his eyes seeing the way she wriggles in her seat. “Will yah let me help yah, baby?” He asks and then shakes his head, knowing that he shouldn’t even give her the choice. “I’ll help yah, yittle one.” He lets go of her, his hips buck forward as he digs out his wallet. 

He throws some cash on the table. The girl’s eyes go wide, she’d never seen that much cash in her life. He stands up, grabbing her by the arm. There’s no time to gawk, no time to wait. A new play thing, something so exciting for him. A break from his usual every day in life. Her legs drag behind him, struggling to keep up with him. 

“Sit down, girl.” He shoves his own blazer jacket off, throwing it onto the nearest chair. He then realises his tone when she doesn’t move. His hand rests on her lower back, slightly pushing her towards the bed. “Right there, on the edge of the bed, sweet girl.” She does comply, shuffling forward and sitting down like he asked. 

Her pink church dress puffs out around her. The leather jacket contrasts the pink so harshly, so gorgeously. She fiddles with the little frills of the dress. Elvis crouches down in front of her, on his hunches. He looks up at her, his large hands resting on her knees. She can hear his breathing and it feels like he’s eating her alive. 

Elvis’ hands slide under the hem of the dress. Warm against cold. Her skin is tan like his, used to spending all that time in the sun on her farm. Not used to the luxuries of an air conditioner. Her breathing hitches, her teeth cage her lower lip. The sound comparable to a growl comes from his throat. 

“Stop doin’ that.” His one hand reaches up, pulling her lip from her teeth. “Stop it. If ya keep doin’ that I’m gonna have tuh kiss yah, yittle one.” Again, she sucks in breath at the thought of that. He grins slightly, his eyebrows raise. “Yah like that? Yah like the idea o’ me kissin’ yah?” A laugh threatens to come from him.  

She’s so sweet, really. Wanting to be kissed but too scared to say it. Or too innocent to even know it. He raises himself, his face close to hers. So close, one lean forward and their lips would touch. He threatens it, toying with her like this. He knows how a girl idolizes their first kiss and he wants to be the one to make those dreams come true. 

But now isn’t the time that that’ll happen. He stands up, his crotch now replacing where his face was. She can feel the coldness of his rings when his hand slides under the leather jacket wrapped around her shoulders. “Mind if I...?” He doesn’t say it, he knows if he says it, it’s all too real for her. This should stay a haze, a fantasy in her mind. He knows she’d be far too scared of the reality of what’s really happening. 

A nod, too far from there in the mind. He makes sure his movements are slow, like a scared little deer. Any sudden jerk might break this daze she’s in. He shoves the jacket to the side, it slides off the bed. His large hands grasp at her back, keeping her still as his other hand gently slides down the zipper. The dress opens and her guides it off her shoulders. 

Then lower, guiding her to lift her little bum, then letting it pool down on the floor. She blushes, looking away. “Ah-ah-ah, none of that now. I’m just’ teachin’ yah somethin’. Nothin’ tah be ashamed of now, my yittle lady.” He says, guiding her to look back at him. “Much better now, look at yah, so pretty,” he coos, softly caressing her cheek. 

Elvis then takes her by she shoulders, carefully guiding her so that she lays down. Her hair splaying out. He takes a pillow, carefully sliding it under her head. Then he just stands there, seeing her. The matching frilly white bra, panties and socks. Smooth skin, slight stretch marks from a young girl’s body settling after puberty. 

The little blonde hairs trailing from her belly button down, lower. Unkept curly hair, her mother likely forbade any grooming of that sort too. Wide hips that hid under the dungarees and church dress. And a waist that curves, like his own little porcelain doll. Her big round eyes looking up at him makes him think of a play thing even more. 

His breathing is heavy, yet controlled, effort into each thing he does. He hunches down again. His fingers hook under the pink frilly panties, her breath gets suck in her throat and he instantly notices. “It’s alright, baby. It’s okay, yittle one, you’re okay.” He coos, the cold air hits her when he slides the panties down. He holds them up for her to see. 

“Isn’t that the cutest little thang?” She’s bright red and goes even redder when he takes a deep sniff. “God, baby, yah smell divine.” She’s forced to remember how much he distastes it when she hides from him when his lip pulls up disgust when her hands come up. He shoves the panty into his back pocket. Then, in one swift motion, he pins her hands down by her sides. 

“What’d I day? Huh?” He grips her hands tighter, grabbing her attention. “Tell me. What did I tell yah?” She whimpers, her voice shaky from shame. “No hidin’. Nothin’ tah be ashamed o’.” He nods along with her as she speaks. “Come on now, I thought yah were a good girl? I thought yah’d do as I say.” Fear spawns behind her eyes and Elvis revels in it. 

She nods her head frantically. “I am. I am good.” Everything in her, from the way she was raised, her faith and her heart commands her to be obedient. To follow instructions from her elders well. From a man, well. And he is both of those. And if she knew the authority he held, she’d likely be even more submissive than now. 

“Are yah? Prove it tah me. Do as I say.” He challenges her, raising his brows as if he doesn’t believe that she would. But he knows he picked just the right girl. “I will. I will.” Still so eager to please, frantic that he won’t give her the attention she craves so far from her parents. “Good...good...” He slowly lets go of her hands. 

His grip holds her like a prize, a stack of books, like you would a burger that you’re ready to stuff into your mouth and simply devour. Elvis’ thumbs caress the skin, his breathe tickles her. “I’m gonna show you what tah do then I want yah tah copy me alright?” Restless to gratify she replies with a: “Yes, sir.” He can’t do it anymore. He just can’t tease her like this. He needs her, now. 

Thumb traces down, hand slides down her slit. She gasps, her hips snapping up. His other hand holds her down. Then his thumb presses against her sensitive nub. She huffs air out, trying to comprehend this new experience. He makes small circles, absolutely loving the noises that escape her. Elvis takes in just how soaked she is for him and gladly slides a finger inside her. 

She’s so wet and warm and tight around his finger. She whines, clenching around his finger and sucking him in deeper. “You’re so tight, baby, oh lord forgive me.” He groans, beginning to pump into her. She mewls and gasps and makes just about any noise she can. Then, he pulls out, leaving her gaping and feeling empty. 

He grins, licking his finger clean. “Fuck, sweet girl, yah taste so fuckin’ good.” She blushes, whining and her thighs rub together. She’s looking for that friction again. “No, youngin’, it’s your turn now.” He takes her hand, guiding it down to her fur. “Do it, yittle one, jus’ like I showed you.” The girl huffs, small, slender hands copying the motions of Elvis. 

“There yah go, darlin’. See, now, doesn’t that feel good?” She can only reply with gasps and whimpers. “Does that feel like a sin to you?” He grins, knowing that her body is rewriting the brainwash of the south. Screaming at her that this is good and it doesn’t matter what anyone but Elvis says. “It does~ Feels so good~” 

Elvis’ grin can’t be wiped away. He watches as her fingers, on instinct, slide inside herself. Just like he did. She’s chasing that high and she’s at her most vulnerable now. He leans down, thumbs hooking under her bra, lifting it so that her pink little nips spring free. He flicks against the hard bud, he gasps and he chuckles. 

“So good, huh?” He knows the first time that edge comes so quickly. The body experiencing this amount of pleasure for the first time, is quick to crumble. “Say you’ll be mine, youngin’. Say it. I know you want to. Don’t fight it.” He whispers in her ear, his tongue dragging from her collarbone all the way up. He lowers his hips, grinding himself against her wiggling stomach. 

She replies with a gulp. “E-elvis. S-somethin's wrong. Somethin’s happenin’.” She whispers, her voice shaky. He looks down, her fingers so quick that it makes a lewd wet noise. “That’s gon’ happen, baby, just let it. You’ll see, feel so good, jus’ keep goin’ like this.” He guides her through it, making her even more dizzy when his lips attach to her nipple. 

“I-ah~” She gasps, moaning as her body spasms, shaking, the pleasure wracks through her. Like boiling water burning your skin. So quick and sudden and then it spreads all through you. Everywhere, nothing but over sensitive pleasure. “Say it, I wanna hear yah say it.” He coaxes her, knowing nothing will make sense now. Her brows furrow, “Huh?” 

He pretends to be upset that she doesn’t know, convincing her that she should. “Come on, yah said yah’d be mine. Don’t change your mind now. Not after what I just taught yah.” He makes sure to scold her and not comfort her, like she really needs now. So needy to keep him happy and to be held. “No, no, I wouldn’t- I-I'll be yours, Elvis, I’ll be yours.” 

He grins, big and wide and peppers her face with kisses. “That’s my good girl, such a good little girl, aren’t yah? Jus’ for me?” She preens under his praise, a dazed smile overcoming her. “Jus’ for you.” He coos, coddling her close against his body as he lies down next to her. 

“My poor baby, mus’ be so tired, aren’t yah?” A mumble, always agreeing with him. “I know, I know, poor girl. A lot for a youngin’ like yah?” He soothes, caressing her hair, peppering kisses, hugging her close, overwhelming her with him and him only. “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay yittle one. Yah can sleep, I’ll watch over yah, baby. Yah can sleep in my arms.”  

And like always, she does what Elvis asks of her. And as Elvis grins, holding his new pet close, he can’t help but notice how that sea saltiness lingers on his tongue...

The End?

[monstersinthecosmos]

do you ever think about nights when amadeo was being bratty like, outside of the usual Acceptable Brattiness? Do you ever think about nights when they had like actual arguments and became actually short with each other?

Nights when amadeo breaks the studio down in silence, refusing to look at marius, in a mood. Marius can sense that amadeo is thinking about going to sleep in one of the boys rooms, even just downstairs somewhere, because he doesn’t want to be around marius right now.

but he’s being bratty, he’s feeling sorry for himself, getting the way he gets when he gets too close to religion again.

and punishment isn’t the answer this time; a whipping will only make him sadder. Marius watches him as he folds up the drop cloths and lines the paint pots back up, his face stony enough to age him.

he needs gentleness, perhaps, if he were just willing to let marius give it to him.

It’s new, the way marius nudges him. Gentlest mental push. No, you want your own bed. It doesn’t matter that the master is there.

Marius sees the moment the suggestion hits him, the way it loosens his shoulders. Up on his toes, to blow out a candle, and then he lowers to the ground. Rubs his eyes. Sluggish as he makes his way to the bed chamber.

curled on his side, a bit later when marius enters, facing the fire, his back to the door. Still refusing to look, full of stubbornness, not even rolling over when marius sits on the edge of the bed, or puts a hand on amadeo’s shoulder.

suggestion again, tiny push, not a punishment. He wants amadeo to relax, to be himself again, to heal. Maybe even apologize, when he surfaces again. But amadeo flinches, as if he feels it. Trying to resist still, and thinking that he’s sick of magicians tricks.

marius leans close. Reach’s to tuck a strand of amadeo’s hair behind his ear.

“Time is a sort of river of passing events,” marius says softly. Amadeo scowls and swats at marius’s hand, curls up tighter.

the next invisible push is not so gentle. Enough that he feels the way it ripples down amadeo’s spine. But the rigidly floods out of him. Little sigh as he rolls onto his back, eyes glassy as he stares up at the ceiling.

you’re safe. You’re so safe, marius suggests to him. The little moan is like music, warming inside marius’s chest. And you deserve pleasure, there is not need to beg for absolution. And you desire your master’s comfort.

so it goes like that, with amadeos legs falling open, and the heat of the fire on the side of his face as he stares up at the master. Boneless and obedient the way he was told to be, accepting the comfort. Accepting massages, and oil slicked fingers, and tiny sips of blood as he orgasms. Over and over, and the master traces circles on the tender spot inside, until he’s so wrung out he could fall asleep like this, and he can’t remember why he so angry.

and Marius is warm from their shared heat, seeping into him through the blankets, from the fire. Amadeos cheeks turn red, unsure how he got here, drowning in all of it because he was silently told to.

you needed this, Marius suggests, three fingers deep, as amadeos eyes flutter closed, his beautiful thick lashes resting softly on his cheek. He doesn’t wake as Marius bends to clean him, licking the salty release from his belly. He draws amadeos cock into his mouth but just holds it here, just sits with it. Lets the pleasure permeate into amadeos dream world. You are safe. You are free. You will wake up yourself again.

You are perfect. You are perfect. You are perfect.

[infinitystoner]

Conrad tells you to get on your knees.

What’s he gonna do to you?

I CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS FICTIONAL MAN. (Also, this has nothing to do with the series I’m working on. Just a drabble. Enjoy!)

Misconduct

Pairing: James Conrad x Reader Word count: 788 Tags/Content: Bratty Behavior, Daddy Dom!Conrad, Smuttish

“What if your little ruse had backfired?” 

The evening’s arduous recovery mission had been a success, although the extraction of your target had not gone according to plan. Conrad’s plan, that is. 

In the heat of the moment, you’d implemented another course of action – admittedly a slightly more dangerous one – and, now that you’re back at the Saigon motel the two of you are currently operating out of, he’s finally letting his disappointment be known. 

And it is exhilarating. 

“They’re safe, James. Mission accomplished,” you reply nonchalantly, wrapping your arms around his waist as he shrugs off his holster. “Isn’t that all that matters?”

He huffs out an incredulous laugh, slowly walking the two of you back toward the bed – which is precisely where you want to be. 

“Oh, darling. You disobeyed a direct order out there. You expect me to just forget that?” 

There’s a hint of lingering frustration in his tone, and a rush of adrenaline surges through your body, your core throbbing in delightful anticipation of what’s to come. 

“Yes, of course,” you say before running your tongue along the expanse of his beautiful neck, relishing in the salty taste of his skin and hoping your eager nips are enough to distract him from the fact your hands are hastily unfastening his belt buckle. 

But it’s futile – Conrad immediately grasps your wrists, stopping your ministrations as he gives a gentle squeeze. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” 

“I know I am.” 

Your continued taunts prompt him to change course, pulling you away from the bed and pressing you back against the nearest wall. You’re not sure if it’s his heartbeat you feel against your chest or your own fighting wildly within the confines of your ribcage. You stare up into his eyes – any remaining glimmer of playfulness is gone, replaced by unabated lust. 

“Why do you insist on being such a brat?” 

“You love it.” 

“That I do,” he muses, letting go of you. “But even brats must learn to follow the rules.” 

“Now,” he pauses, his tongue darting across his bottom lip before his gaze narrows. He’s thinking of a punishment befitting your misconduct, and your breath hitches at the obscenity of it all. “Over there, on your knees.” 

He motions to the foot of the bed, but you’re already following his command without hesitation.

“Any other requests, Captain?” you tease, glancing over your shoulder as Conrad snaps the belt from his hips in one fluid movement. 

“Eyes straight ahead, love. And hands behind your back.” 

Submitting to him like this comes to you as easy as breathing. It’s a partnership built on trust that works exceedingly well, both in and outside of the bedroom.  

But you broke a sacred rule tonight, and now you must atone. Pleasure roils inside you like the wicked waves of a tempest as Conrad crouches behind you, fingertips ghosting down the length of your arms before swiftly looping his belt around your wrists.  

When he’s done, he settles on the bed in front of you. Carefully, you test the strength of the leather binding, burning desire settling in your belly when you realize the knot is tighter than usual. 

“My fierce, curious girl,” he laughs. “Would you like to hear the rules?” 

Your brain short circuits with salacious possibility as the ache between your thighs intensifies, but you must make some sort of agreeable noise because Conrad smugly arches a brow as he rubs his palms along the top of his legs, observing you with a quiet wonder. 

“You will not move – or touch me – until I say so. Is that clear?” 

“Then what—”

“You’re going to watch.”

Conrad is certainly a sight to behold. The hazy light emitting from the bedside lamp creates a glowing aura around his godlike form, and shadows dance across the contours of his chiseled body as he widens his thighs. The way he commands the space, the confidence in his posture, the dominant energy filling what little space exists between you – it’s addictive. 

“James, please.” It’s desperate, but so are you. You’ll say anything – do anything – if it means you get to touch him. 

The subtle curve of his lips hints at a smile; he knows the power he wields over you. Conrad meticulously unbuttons his jeans, the two of you groaning in unison when he finally frees himself.  

“Oh, don’t worry, darling,” he rasps, languidly stroking his cock. “I’m still going to make good use of that smart little mouth of yours.”

The confused expression on your face must intrigue him because he pauses his motions and leans down, his breath fanning over your heated skin as he whispers,  

“Tonight, you’re going to talk me through it.”

[rorywritesjunk]

Oh, go to sleep, Little Skylark. Fly up past the stars

After breaking your heart, Buggy is cursed to be a kid again. The last thing you want to do is be involved with this.

Rating: PG-13ish. Warning: First chapter isn't nice. Buggy is a dick, the Reader is petty. There's tears, a breakup, things like that. Just a heads up about that. No physical violence or anything but Buggy is very much a dick. A/N: This is what I originally wrote before the other Kid Buggy fic. I decided to revisit it and tidy it up before posting it. This has no connection to the other story at all. Completely different.

Title comes from "Little Skylark (safe at home)" by S.J. Tucker.

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8

*Little header made by me

Chapter 1

As much as you loved your boyfriend, he was getting on your nerves lately. It seemed like every chance he got he found something to whine or complain about, like his food being too hot, the bed being too cold, or the sun being too bright, which that last one frustrated you the most because that was out of your control. Why was he acting like such a child lately? It was like he was purposefully trying to make you mad, to get you to give up on him, but you hadn’t yet. You didn’t want to.

You tried to brush it off at first, but after weeks of it you finally snapped at breakfast.

“The eggs are too runny.” He grumbled as he poked at them with his fork, glancing over at you. “Did you suddenly forget how to cook them?”

Your response was to overpour his coffee for him, not caring as it spilled onto the table. Next you slammed your own plate onto the table, ignoring him as you ate your eggs. It was too early for him to complain, but you knew he’d eat the runny eggs so what does it matter? He would have complained if the yolk was too firm, or if they weren’t salty enough, so why were you bothering?

“Just eat them.” You told him as you lifted your fork into your mouth. “No wasted food, got it?”

Buggy made a face at you as he poked at his food. This man was in his damn 30s and was acting like a bratty child.

“Why did you cook them so poorly then?” He asked. “You’re the cook, you’re supposed to be able to cook things properly!”

“Buggy, it’s too early for this.” You said, trying to remain calm as you ate, but he was starting to already get on your nerves.

“You can’t even cook a damn egg right!” He exclaimed as he slammed the fork down.

“Then cook your own damn food next time!” You snapped back. “Or maybe get yourself a new cook, because clearly it’s not up to your refined tastes!”

“How hard is it to even cook an egg?!”

“Not hard, so go ahead and cook your next meal yourself, Buggy!” You pushed your plate away from you as you stood up. “This is ridiculous.”

“You’re being ridiculous.” He muttered as he carefully lifted his coffee cup up, trying not to spill any more out. “This is all ridiculous.”

“What did you say?” You asked with a frown. He paused for a moment, not realizing you heard him.

“Nothing.” He wouldn’t look at you, taking a careful sip of his hot coffee. “Fuck, this is too hot.”

“What did you say, Buggy?” You tried again. Did he really say you were being ridiculous? You couldn’t have heard that right. 

Buggy set the coffee down and crossed his arms, refusing to look at you. “I said you’re being ridiculous. It’s just cooking. Why is it so hard for you to get right?”

“Excuse me?” 

“If you can’t get the food right, I’ll need to find another cook.” He told you. You stood there in shock. What was he even talking about? What did that even mean? Did he realize how hurtful that was? “Got it?” 

“Is this just because the egg yolk was too runny?” You asked, voice wavering a bit as you tried to keep yourself from blowing up at him. “Because I’d like to see Cabaji in here trying to cook. We all know how that will turn out.”

“Sleeping with me doesn’t give you a free pass to slack on your duties, y’know.” He told you as he looked down at his coffee. 

Okay, that stung. Why was he being like this? 

“Is that so?” You said. “Is that what you think is happening? Or are you tired of having me around, Buggy?”

He turned and glared at you. You didn’t back down, staring back at him as tears welled up in your eyes. 

“Can’t have a useless cook on board.” He muttered. “Won’t do any of us any good.”

Useless. He just said you were useless.

You clenched your fists. You weren’t going to cry in front of him. Did he really think that? This felt out of the blue, but the last few weeks it was like he was up to something with how he was acting towards you. Was he trying to drive you away on purpose? Was he tired of you, of having you around? 

“Guess I’ll find a new job elsewhere.” You told him through clenched teeth. He looked away from you again. 

“Fine.”

It was like a knife to the heart. You loved this idiot, but clearly he didn’t feel the same way if he was talking to you like this. Was there even a reason to stick around anymore? When you had joined the crew two years ago, you were excited to be on a pirate ship, to have adventure, but you never anticipated falling in love with the stupid captain, and you thought he was in love with you. Had the last year just been a joke to him?

The ship was due to stop at a port in a day. 

~

You avoided Buggy the rest of the day. 

You didn’t make lunch for him or the crew, which had them confused. Buggy even had the balls to ask where the food was, but you just shrugged.

“You haven’t found a useful cook yet?” You asked. “Well, I’m sure someone onboard knows how to cook better than me.”

And you walked away, leaving behind a very angry captain.

And when it was time for dinner, Buggy was surprised to see you cooking up a steak. Oh, maybe you decided that the stunt you pulled at lunch was petty and were apologizing to him for it. His mouth watered when he saw how tasty the steak looked, and he waited in anticipation as you plated it, but then you walked past him with it, leaving the kitchen and going out on deck. Confused, he got up and followed after you as you went below. The crew looked up from where most of them were lounging, and Mohji appeared to be waiting for you, but when he saw the captain he froze.

Ignoring the beast tamer, you pushed past him and opened Richie’s cage. The lion perked up at seeing the steak. You tossed the cooked meat to him, ignoring Buggy’s frustrated scream.

“You fed the lion before you fed me?!” Buggy shrieked. You held the plate out for Richie to lick clean. “And you fed him a steak?!”

“You did say I was useless.” You shrugged. 

“You still have to cook us meals, you know!” The captain snapped. You stepped out of the cage and shut it before you turned to look at him.

“I’m getting off the ship when we arrive tomorrow.” You told him as you crossed your arms. “I’m sure you’ll find plenty of cooks in town who’d want to join this… crew of yours.”

That seemed to surprise Buggy, which confused you. What did he expect you to do after the way he spoke to you at breakfast? You told him what you were doing and he went along with it. Why was he now acting surprised?

“You’re leaving the crew?” Mohji asked, startling you for a moment. You forgot he was there, and was a little embarrassed that this discussion had an audience. “Why?”

You looked over at him before turning back to Buggy. Did you want to make a scene or just move on? Buggy was one for the dramatics, to have the attention on him, but you… weren’t. You didn’t want any more attention on you than you needed to have. So you shrugged and looked back at Mohji.

“Time to move on, I guess.” You told him. “My cooking skills have been lacking lately, so I think it’s time for you to have a better cook.” You glanced over at Buggy, words you wanted to say were on the tip of your tongue, but as upset as you were, you wouldn’t talk down to him in front of the crew. “You’ll find someone.”

~

You packed your clothes and other belongings into a bag. There had to be an inn to stay at on the island, maybe one of them would be hiring. You didn’t want Buggy’s words about your cooking skills to get to you, but saying you were ridiculous and useless stung more than anything. It was hard not to replay them in your head throughout the day. Why did he say those things? He wasn’t always great at communicating how he felt, but he never spoke to you like that before.

You ducked out of the once shared room once you were packed, leaving the bags at the door while you went to find a place to finally cry. There were some casks stacked up near the quarters that you were able to duck behind, giving you a place to cry. You were choosing to leave. His words made it clear you weren’t needed. 

Once you got the tears out, you hugged your knees to your chest and let your head thunk against one of the casks. He used to say how delicious your meals were, no matter what it was, and you apparently brewed the best coffee whenever he asked. He felt so lucky to have you on his crew, he would tell you after three helpings of dinner while you cleaned the kitchen. And then there was his birthday, where you baked him a cake, and he was drunk and kissed you, saying how much in love he was with the cook. 

But the last few weeks… he changed. You tried a few times to talk to him when he’d make comments about the food, ask him what he would have wanted instead, but he wouldn’t tell you. He stopped seeking you out, wouldn’t sleep near you in bed. He was shutting you out and wouldn’t tell you why.

This morning finally broke you.

~

You didn’t sleep, choosing to stay out on deck. Buggy even asked if you were going to be in the room with him but you wouldn’t talk to him. You just made yourself comfortable against one of the masts until morning when the ship pulled into port. Mohji and Cabaji came out to see you off, as did some of the other crew, but Buggy was nowhere to be seen. Probably for the best because you weren’t sure what you would say to him for some final words. You didn’t even say bye to the others, just gave them a nod as you picked your bags up and stepped off the ship. 

Maybe this could be a new start of some kind.

[writingwisterias]

Pegging sub!Chris? ❤️

Thank You for the request! I think RE5 Chris is sub coded so I had him in mind when writing but you can choose whatever Chris ~ Mads <3

Words: 803

Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY, Dom! Reader, Sub!Chris, Pegging, Degration kink, Praise Kink, Slight Mommy Kink, Overstimulation

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Chris had arrived home a few hours ago, his body was still tense and his heavy sighs of frustration started to annoy you. He was acting like a brat, ignoring things you had asked him to do or was just generally being a moody bastard. You had decided enough was enough and ordered him to lay on the bed naked for a few hours with his wrists attached to the bedposts via handcuffs; which is where he was now watching you pick the size strap-on you were going to use for him. His wrists tugged against the cuffs you had attached to him, he could feel the soreness creeping in as they ever so slightly tightened after each movement he made. “Hmmm…I think we should use a large size today, don’t you? Since you decided to be a brat since you’ve been home” You spoke, your voice dripping authority allowing the work-life dominance he held to slip away. He nodded weakly and gave an audible gulp leaving his lips as you held it up for inspection. “I think this will do just fine,” you said as you began to strap it in place. “Don’t you?” 

Chris nodded his cock twitching as he watched you slowly climb over to him. The tip was an angry red as it begged for your touch, pre cum beading at the top. “Poor boy, that looks painful. How about mommy kiss it better for you?” you teased, your lips ghosting the sensitive area. “Please- I’m sorry I was a brat” he whined, tugging again at the handcuffs. You gave him a low chuckle, humming as you pretended to think about it. He gasped as he felt your lips kiss the tip, eagerly licking the cum he was producing for you, enjoying the salty taste in your mouth. His hips bucked up at the pleasure, causing you to glare at him as his dick hit the back of your throat. “S-sorry” he whimpered out, using every one of his hard muscles to keep his hips down. You could feel the tension throughout him as he desperately tried to be a good boy for you. He already knew his bratty behaviours were what caused this situation so why make it worse as you were finally giving him pleasure? He could feel the toy prodding at this entrance, slightly stretching him. The lube was cold causing him to flinch away from it which only prompted you to chase him with it, eventually the tips sliding in. As you heard him wince you pulled away from his cock for a moment just to help him spread his legs around you, grinning as you felt them immediately circle your waist causing you to be trapped by his thighs. The strong muscle began contracting to cause you to tap his leg “I know you are an eager boy, but mommy needs to be able to move” you chuckled. 

He groaned loudly as he felt you slip the toy back inside with one long thrust, making sure to go as slowly as you could as he adjusted to the size. You distracted him by slowly rubbing the tip of his cock as it angrily leaked precum again, his hands tugged at handcuffs, the veins in his arms bulging with the need to hold you, to feel your breasts or soft skin between his fingers. You giggled at his reaction, at the way his poor sensitive body twitched beneath you. A fitting punishment for such a grumpy man. You slowly began to move, angling your hips to reach the spot that made him cum the fastest.  Your hand slowly began to stroke the whole length of his cock, the length was thick and heavy in your hands as lewd wet sounds began to fill the room. You could see his balls tightening, his groans turning into breathy pants as you angled your hips yet again to his g-spot. He was so close. You began to move faster, excited waiting for the volcanic eruption of his cum that would dribble onto your hand from his overstimulation. You didn’t have to wait long because, after a loud curse and the sputter of his hips, his cum began to create a mess on your hand and his stomach. His tear-stained face met yours with a large grin before it fell back against the bed exhausted. “Good boy” You spoke, removing yourself from him as you left to clean him up. 

This was Chris’ favourite part, the aftercare. It was always what he craved after his missions, the gentleness of your touch as you wiped him clean, how you pulled him into your chest so he could fall asleep to your fingers running through his hair. “Thank you” He whispered into your neck as sleep finally greeted him. “You're welcome”