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mewmurdock · 1 year ago

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love's perfect ache

Summary: Your husband wants nothing more than to love you breathless.

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Warnings: smut! Matt is a soft dom (that alone deserves a warning); fingering, multiple orgasms (one somewhat forced but it is not non-con); dirty talk

A/N: Holy shit. So. A lot of things have happened since I last posted. Some of these things include but are not limited to

a) I have been seeing someone romantically for a year and four months

b) I'm graduating with my Bachelor's Degree in Education in May.

c) I've been Student Teaching full time in order to graduate, so I haven't been able to write.

However, these last three days have given me a spark of madness. I first started this draft a little less than a year ago, and only now have I finished it.

This fic is based off of... personal experience. ;) I hope you like it.

The clatter of plates and silverware jumps through the apartment. The smell of shrimp scampi still lingers in the air, though the windows have been opened and the leftovers have been put in the fridge.

Matt leans his arm over the back of the couch as he sits down, relaxing into his seat. A small part of him wants to go back to you, the remarkable woman behind him who had insisted on doing the dishes and taking care of the leftovers yourself. “Go sit and be handsome,” you’d said, kissing his shoulder. “I can manage it.”

Oh, you.

You never like asking for help, or accepting it when it is given. Not that you think you’re above it, but because you don’t want to trouble anyone else with anything.

He doesn’t love that, but he loves you.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he breathes, toying with the ring on his finger.

“Yeah?” you ask from behind the counter.

“Mm, nothing,” he mutters. “Was just thinking ‘bout you.”

The hum of amusement you give him is a common little sound. One of quiet acknowledgement. It’s almost like you’re numb to what he’s telling you.

Selfless, as always.

The sound reminds him of more intimate times between you two. Sighs, moans, squeaks, breathless laughs and barely audible whines. All from you. And then, he thinks of what you say to him sometimes, when he offers to do certain things.

“It’s alright, baby, you don’t have to.”

“I don’t need to finish. It’s okay. I’m too tired.”

“Honey, I’m good. I promise. You don’t have to do anything.”

Matt snaps back to the current moment. His heart hurts.

In the two years that you’ve been married, you’ve had a bit of trouble; not only with accepting help or kind words or generous gifts of affection, but with accepting pleasure too, pleasure that Matt so willingly wants to give to you. He knows about that, how you find it difficult to fathom the love he has for you and the ways he wants to express it.

Yes, you’ve discussed your kinks and your turn-offs with him. You’ve been intimate, and you’ve enjoyed it immensely. But you’ve never quite gotten to where he wants you, to where you should be.

You deserve pleasure, and you don’t see it.

Matt’s jaw clenches.

“Honey?” he asks. “You good?”

“Yup!” you chirp. “Just putting the last pan away."

“Ok.”

Thirty seconds pass. He hears you, in that time, put the last pan into the lazy-susan cabinet and wipe down the counter one last time. Then, you step away from the kitchen and sit next to him on the couch with a sleepy little mumble.

“Everything okay?” Matt asks softly, leaning in to nuzzle into your neck. He leaves a feather-light kiss there.

“Yeah,” you sigh. “Everything’s… good.”

“I have an idea,” he mumbles into your skin, his hand trailing up your thigh. “And I need to know what you think about it.”

“What are you thinking?” you ask, a hint of a smile in your voice.

“Well, I was thinking… that we could… have some fun.” Matt grins.

You breathe outward, silently, your breath heavy and shuddered, as his lips trail to the back of your neck and he bites into the flesh.

“I’d like that,” you say.

“I wasn’t finished. We have some fun… but I spend the night just… letting you feel everything. I want to make you come, sweetheart. A lot, if I’m honest.”

He can hear the sharp inhale — quiet but noticeable — and how your heartbeat picks up almost instantly. His grin widens. “I want to spoil you tonight. All I want you to do is lay on the bed and be your beautiful self. I’ll do the rest.”

“I — um — ” you stammer, “you don’t have to do that — ”

“Uh uh.” Matt shakes his head. “None of that now. I want to do this. You don’t see how much you deserve this, honey. What is it that you’re afraid of?”

“ ‘m not afraid… just…”

“Just?”

“I don’t know.”

“You’re too damn humble for your own good, you know?”

You shrug.

“Baby, look at me,” Matt says softly. When he knows you have done so, he says, “If you really don’t want to, we don’t have to. But I’ve noticed it. I just wanna give my girl what she deserves. Will you let me do that? Even just for tonight?”

It takes a good ten seconds for you to give him the slightest sound of approval. A tiny little “uh huh,” close to a whisper, but he can hear it.

“That’s my girl,” he says, grinning.

Matt carries you to bed bridal-style, shutting the door behind him with the back of his foot, and sits you on the edge of the bed.

He starts by just kissing you; your lips, your cheeks. Softly, gently, with both hands coming up to your jawline and your neck, thumbs swiping your cheeks and temples.

His affection is always, always welcomed. You have never felt safer than when you are in his arms — those same arms that are often covered in bruises and scratches and blood, those same arms that drop snitches from buildings and punch the daylights out of bad guys. You have never felt safer.

His hands fall down to your chest, your waist, lightly applying pressure or squeezing gently. You're in the warm embrace of someone who could break you, and the fact that he chooses to treat you with such delicate care makes your heart swell and your chest ache with such love — and this turns you on even more.

Matt treasures you. Cherishes you.

He sighs into the kisses he gives. “You have no idea how much you turn me on,” he says, his voice low. “You know that?” He moves his head up and kisses your forehead; his lips linger there for a while. “And you don’t even realize it… you don’t realize that I get off by making you feel good.”

What Matt has just said to you doesn’t register fully until he’s already laid you down onto the bed, gently pushing you down with his right hand. He straddles you, taking his shirt off and throwing it on the floor. “You beautiful, wonderful, lovely girl.” He leans down, kissing your clothed chest and your stomach before shuffling your pants off of you.

He gets in between your legs, sitting on the bed sideways but still facing you. You’re wearing black boyshorts, the comfiest pair you own. Matt’s favorite. He likes imagining how the black would look on you, and how the cloth would hug your hips.

His hand gently strokes the crotch of your underwear, the pressure sending sparks up your privates. It’s so much different, you think, to have someone else’s hand there rather than your own.

“You smell so good,” he mutters, in that tone of voice, and you know that he’s not talking about the vanilla eau de parfum you put on every day. No, he’s talking about a different scent you give off.

You flush, embarrassed, crossing your legs and putting your face in your hands. His hand stays where it was, unmoving, between your legs.

A finger moves, right over your clit, and you twitch.

“None of that,” Matt whispers. “No hiding today. I want to see your pretty face.”

“You can’t see,” you whimper through your hands.

“When has that ever stopped me?” he says, and you know he has that shit-eating grin on his face. “Come on,” he coaxes, “take your hands off your face.”

You don’t move. “Matty…”

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, sweetie.” A finger moves on your clit again and you gasp. “You’re so beautiful. Every part of you. Even the parts you’re insecure about…”

When you say nothing, he moves his finger again and you twitch at the shock it gives you. “I’m not gonna do anything else until you take your hands off your face,” he says, and you know he’s serious.

Matt’s finger moves for the third time and that’s when you remove your hands. His little chuckle sends shivers down your back.

“There,” he says, “there’s my pretty girl. See? Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

His hand, quick as a bullet, goes into your underwear and cups your pussy, adding pressure again. A strangled sound comes out of you and you cover your mouth. Matt chuckles again, and coos at you, "Aww, what? What's making you so shy? You know I love hearing you."

The teasing is too much now, but you can't seem to get over your shyness. You whimper into your hand, moving your hips to try and get some more friction. It works, but only for a second. Matt immediately notices what you're doing and he draws his hand away again.

"What do you need, baby?"

"Ffffingers."

Matt nods and shuffles you out of your underwear.

Slowly, he puts a finger in you, keeping his eyes lowered and concentrating on your feel, your sounds. The relieved sigh is all he needs, and he stays where he is, knuckle deep inside you. He doesn't move it yet, and instead, he chooses to feel you clench around his finger to no avail.

"So warm," he says, "so warm and wet."

You flush, embarrassed at that. For no reason at all, you've been self-conscious about that part of you, and how it looks, smells, tastes. You turn your head and try to keep yourself away from the praise he's giving you.

Matt tsks. "None of that now. It's beautiful, honey. You're so beautiful."

"M-Matt," you whimper, "no."

"Yes," he says, and starts to move his finger. In and out, slow and steady. The burn and stretch is a welcome one, but you start to feel something else. Almost like a wall, a barrier to your pleasure. You can't come without that wall being torn down.

"Can — can you get the vibrator, please?"

"It's been a while since you've asked for what you want." Matt grins. "That's a good girl, hm? Of course, I can."

He moves, pulling his finger out of you and getting off the bed. He opens the nightstand drawer next to the bed and pulls out a magenta colored vibrator.

Matt gets back on the bed and puts his finger in you again. The wall comes back once he starts moving his finger again, but this time he puts the vibrator in your clit and presses a button. It buzzes to life, only on the lowest setting, but it's enough.

The wall comes down and all you feel is pleasure. You sigh, relieved. The vibrator is a nice distraction from the stretch.

"There you go," Matt says quietly. "Just feel that, honey. I've got you."

I've got you.

The reassurance that Matt gives you is both comforting and sexy. You like being submissive, and you like being taken care of. More than anything, you like being taken care of by the man who made his vows, before God and the world, to be your husband for the rest of your lives.

You melt into the bed as he continues to make love to you. Subspace is setting in and your mind goes fuzzy. You wouldn't normally describe yourself as a pillow princess, but here, right now... you are. And that's what Matt wants.

He smiles, shushes you gently, and this hurls you down into subspace even more. "Such a good girl," he whispers, "always so good to me. Just let me take care of you."

And with that, you're gone. Completely vulnerable, giving yourself over to Matt. And he finds it so lovely. so beautiful, how much you trust him.

"I think what you need is a little more... maybe right here — "

His fingers do something else, they go lower and deeper. Immediately, you feel like you're being punched in the stomach, but the sensation itself is far from painful. You can't stop yourself this time; you moan, a choked sound, and you bury your head to the side and into your pillows. Dear God, if Matt keeps this up, you're not gonna last much longer.

"There," he says, his voice low but filled with warmth, keeping his fingers moving right there, in and out, "that's what you need, hm? I know, honey, I know."

Matt knows you. He knows you, inside and out, body and soul. He knows your laugh, your smile, your voice, your smells. He knows how you moan, how you shiver, twitch and gasp. He knows what makes you tick. He knows how you come, what you need to get there. There's nothing more comforting — or sexy — than that.

You're unbelievably tense - your entire body is stiff, coming close to that edge. Matt can feel it, simply on his fingers, but he can hear it, too: the way your breath hitches and the way your moans increase, both in frequency and in pitch. He can feel your blood flowing, he can hear your heartbeat increase, feel how warm your skin has become. He notices all of these things, and he thinks it's the most beautiful thing in the world. A small part of him is still regretful that he cannot see, but only because... oh, what he wouldn't give to see your face.

"Matty," you whimper, "M-Matty, I'm cc-close. I'm so close—"

He loves hearing that desperation in your voice. You're starting to move around, turning and panting, almost in an attempt to get away from the pleasure that's sure to overtake you in a few moments. He can sense how tight your eyes are closed, how dry your mouth has become from all the sounds - oh, the beautiful sounds - that you're making, how tightly your fists are clenched, and where your arms are going. You don't seem to know exactly what to do with your hands. A few times, it looks like you debate whether to hide your face again, but you don't do that.

"M-Matty!"

And he knows, then, that you're peaking, that the orgasm has already begun and you're just on the edge of letting go, letting it completely overtake you. You've given yourself completely to him, and you're at his mercy.

And the Devil of Hell's Kitchen does have mercy, believe it or not.

"Come for me, sweetheart," he whispers, with such gentle fondness and delight that you have no choice but to obey.

You're gone, your body in flames and filled with electric sparks. Fireworks.

The sound that comes from you then is the most beautiful sound Matt has ever heard. He's heard it before, and he will never get tired of it. It's a sound of release, of letting go... a cry of pleasure, almost a guttural scream and a shuddered breath all at once. It's an orgasmic wail or sometimes it is even a period of silence where you are just completely lost in the agonizing ecstasy of it all.

You're coming, and you're coming hard... He always knows what to do or say to make that happen. When he married you, he made a vow to himself to always make you feel like the most satisfied woman in the world. It's always a reward when this happens, when he can hear and feel you like this.

It's a long one, he realizes, because you gasp and shiver and twitch and spasm and cry out in surprise as the waves of pleasure keep rushing over you. He laughs, then, a small amused chuckle that leaves you even more breathless than you already are. Matt delights in making you feel this way. If he could go down on his knees and beg God Almighty to let him do this forever, he would.

"Oh, that's it," he coos, "that's my girl."

His praise, combined with the continued moving of his fingers - shouldn't they be getting sore by now? - only makes your orgasm last longer. Once it begins to fade, your body relaxes and you breathe out a sigh of contentment and warmth. Your eyes remain closed - and it's probably a good thing, because the way Matt is looking at you now would be enough to kill you with how loving it is The aftershocks of your orgasm - little jolts of pleasure - start to course through you.

"That was beautiful," he mutters to himself. "I think I want another from you."

You eyes snap open. "Honey," you mumble.

"What?" he asks gently. "I know you can." His hands are moving now, all across your body in an attempt to soothe you. You look down and see the tent in his pants: he's never been so hard in the years that you've known him.

"You need help with that?" you ask with a smile, sitting up. By the direction that your voice is going, he knows what you're talking about.

"No, no, no," he says, using a hand to push you back onto the bed. "Don't change the subject."

"I wasn't."

"Yes," Matt kisses your chest, "you were."

"I can't come again."

"Yes, you can." Matt clicks the vibrator on again and, before you can move away, puts it on your clit.

Your whole body seizes up, your clit goes numb, and all you can feel is good, but too good. Your mind blanks. You shriek out a sound of surprise and pleasure and agony, your body instantly trying to get away. It's too much, you're too sensitive, but he won't let up. He holds you down, shushing you again as you let out little cries and sobs and moans. Your body convulses, twitching in his grasp.

"Shh, shh, baby... I got you. Remember that. You're alright."

"MattMattMatt — I can't!"

"Yes, you can," he says again, firmer this time, but laughs as you try to get away. "Just hang on a little longer, you'll feel good again. Your body is already adapting to it. You're okay."

And of course, it's true. Your body is already getting used to it. Your sobs die down and now, the pleasure is bearable. Extremely good, actually. Your moans are weak, your eyebrows are furrowed, and your eyes are shut again. The convulsions are stopping, and now all you can do is feel it all again.

"That's it, bubba," Matt says, "see? I know you can handle it."

He puts two fingers inside you, slowly, and the burn is less uncomfortable now. A guttural sound leaves you again as you're filled up, and once Matt starts moving again, you tense up immediately. Two fingers and a vibrator are a recipe for an extremely quick orgasm, and you both know it.

"Baby," you whisper.

"What?" he coos. "Is my girl close already?"

"Nnngh," is all you can reply back. "Mm hmm."

"That's what I wanted," Matt says quietly, triumphantly. "You don't have to say anything anymore. Just feel it."

It doesn't take much longer for you to get close to coming again. Especially when Matt begins to drive his fingers into you harder, faster. You can't even speak anymore; all you can do is vocalize; moan, whimper, gasp. And you know that Matt is having the time of his life. One of the first things he ever said to you about things like this was that he'd get off by getting you off, and that has always stuck with you.

Your legs start to quiver.

You peak again, sobbing out a high pitched whine. The feeling is strong now, like an unstoppable force is meeting an immovable object. Your body is tense, unbelievably so, and the pleasure keeps building, but it never crests. It never reaches that point. That's the trouble of having one orgasm after another. It's hard to come. "MMMatt, pplease, please, p —"

"Shh," Matt says again with a grunt, "don't worry. We'll get you there. Relax as much as you can. Remember, I'll take care of you." You try your best to relax your body but it's still a bit difficult. All the while, Matt is practically shoving his fingers into you now, relentlessly, and you start to hear noises down there that send your mind reeling. Your back arches.

"You fuckin' hear that?" Matt's sudden vulgarity is a surprise. He's ravenous. "Oh, you want it, don't you?" He hoists a leg over your own to keep you from moving. "You're so close. Stay here, don't run away from me."

He pauses, but his fingers keep moving. "I'll get some restraints later."

After a few more seconds, it finally hits. You crest, your orgasm starting again, and all you can shriek is a simple, "Oh, oh Jesus — "

"Just come," Matt says quietly. It contrasts heavily with the way he's ramming his fingers into you. "Don't do anything else. Just come. Let go. Let go, let go, let go — "

And, with the encouragement comforting you, what else can you do but do as he says? You're stuck in place and your mind is mush. You come with another wail, this one stronger and more primal than the first, louder too, and you see stars behind your eyelids. Your leg is shaking, and if your other one could move, it would, too. Your clit is warm, almost numb again, and your arms are quivering above his head. The sounds from your privates get more intense, and Matt grunts in exertion. You don't know anything anymore, you can't think or speak. All you can do is feel, and that's exactly what Matt wanted from the start.

You're sure Matt's senses are overloaded. Sound, smell, taste, feel. He can hear how desperate and overtaken you are, he can smell and taste your arousal and sweat in the air, and he can feel your quivers and shakes and your tightness. He's rock hard now, and it probably hurts a little, but he doesn't care. You're all that's on his mind and once again he wishes that he could only see your face in this moment.

"Oh, look at you," Matt praises, slowing his fingers now. You're a mess, a beautiful, satiated mess. There are tears in your eyes and sweat on your brow. Your hair is tangled and unkept, and your knuckles hurt from how hard you've been clenching your fists. It's amazing how this is only from a fingering, but you needed this. You wanted this, as shy as you were to admit it. You pant, weakly, your legs completely unable to move. You're jelly, practically limp, and you twitch and shudder as the last of the aftershocks hit you.

"Can I put it in now?"

You shriek and Matt laughs, falling beside you and immediately wrapping his arms around you. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding, baby." He kisses your forehead and cradles your head to him. "Such a good girl," he says, "you did such a good job. I'm so proud of you."

You swallow, and the saliva is a welcome sensation on your dry throat. "I think... I'll call off of work tomorrow," you pant. "Holy hell, Matty."

"Careful," Matt says, "if you do that, I won't be able to stop myself from doing this all over again once you wake up."

"I'm in danger," you say with a breathless laugh. "Just be gentle, okay?"

"Of course," he says, "always. I'm so happy that you allowed me to do that. It's been a while since you've given in that much. You don't know how hot it is to me when you let go like that."

You look down and see the tent in Matt's pants again. "Do you want me to take care of that now?"

"When you're half asleep already? I'm good, honey. That will go away eventually. But it'll be there in the morning, waiting for you. And I may or may not slip out in a few hours and get some restraints from the sex shop later. You may or may not wake up with your arms and legs tied to the bed. Just be warned."

It isn't long before you slip into sleep, completely exhausted but satiated and happy. And while you sleep, you can still feel Matt's lips on your forehead, and you think you can hear a small, "I love you, sweetheart," too.

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princesseilish · 4 months ago

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SUMMER OF 07’

Billie Eilish x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, religious topics, internalized homophobia, slight fluff

synopsis: Set in the summer of 2007, Y/N, a Yale-bound girl from a strict, religious family, hides her relationship with Billie, a rebellious small-town musician. When a photo of them together is exposed at church, Y/N faces her parents’ judgment and her own internalized homophobia. Overwhelmed, she breaks up with Billie, despite their love.

It was the summer of 2007, and the air smelled like freshly cut grass and freedom. School had just let out, and Billie was already knee-deep in her usual antics with her small-town garage band. They were loud, reckless, and unapologetically themselves. And despite your better judgment—and your parents’ strict rules—you couldn’t resist her.

Billie Eilish Pirate Baird O’Connell. The girl with piercing blue eyes and an untamed spirit. She was everything your overly religious family despised, everything your sheltered, Yale-bound future wasn’t supposed to include. But you loved her. God help you, you loved her.

That’s why, when Billie called you that night, begging you to come along to one of her band’s impromptu “jam sessions” at the abandoned lot by the old train tracks, you said yes. You always did.

The evening was wild, full of laughter and music that shook the rusted metal walls of the makeshift stage. Billie was magnetic, her energy infectious as she strummed her guitar and sang like the world wasn’t watching. But you were. You always were.

After the session, she pulled you aside, her fingers lacing with yours as she pressed you up against her truck. Her lips brushed your ear as she whispered, “You’re perfect, you know that?”

You blushed, the heat rising to your cheeks. “If I were so perfect, I wouldn’t be here.”

“Don’t say that,” Billie said, her voice soft but firm. “This is exactly where you’re meant to be.”

For a moment, you believed her.

It all came crashing down two weeks later.

You woke up to your mother’s shrill voice calling your name. When you stepped into the kitchen, the air was thick with tension. Your father sat at the table, his jaw tight, while your older sister, Hazel, leaned against the counter with a smug expression.

On the table lay a printed photo.

It took you a moment to process what you were seeing: you and Billie, caught in a moment of intimacy. Her arm around your waist, her lips brushing your temple.

“Explain this,” your mother demanded, her voice shaking with barely restrained fury.

You felt the ground shift beneath you. “Where did you get that?”

“It was pinned to the church bulletin board this morning,” Hazel said, her tone dripping with false concern. “Everyone saw it.”

Your heart dropped. The room seemed to close in around you as your father slammed his hand on the table.

“This is unacceptable, Y/N,” he growled. “We raised you better than this.”

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, but no words came out. The weight of their disappointment, their judgment, was suffocating.

“Do you have any idea what this could do to our reputation?” your mother hissed. “What would people think if they knew our daughter was—” She couldn’t even finish the sentence.

You ran.

That night, Billie sat on the hood of her truck, her flip phone clutched tightly in her hand. She’d heard about the photo from one of her bandmates, and the thought of what you were going through made her stomach churn.

She dialed your number for the fourth time that day.

It rang once. Twice. Three times.

Finally, you answered.

“Hello?”

“Y/N,” Billie said, relief flooding her voice. “What’s going on? Are you okay? I heard about the photo.”

You didn’t respond, and the silence made her chest tighten.

“Y/N, talk to me,” she pleaded.

“Billie,” you said finally, your voice barely audible.

“What?”

“It’s over,” you whispered.

“What are you talking about?”

“I can’t do this anymore,” you said, your voice trembling.

“Yes, you can,” Billie said firmly. “We’ll figure it out.”

“No!” you interrupted, your voice breaking. “You don’t understand. My parents… everyone in that church… they know. They saw the picture.”

“I don’t care what they think,” Billie shot back. “I care about you.”

“I’m not like you, Billie!” you cried. “I can’t just… not care. My whole life, I’ve been told this is wrong. And maybe they’re right.”

“Don’t say that,” Billie said, her voice cracking. “You’re not wrong. There’s nothing wrong with you. They’re the ones who are messed up for making you feel like this.”

“I’m sorry, Billie,” you whispered, tears streaming down your face. “I love you, but I can’t do this.”

The line went dead.

Days passed, and the world felt dull without her. You stayed locked in your room, drowning in guilt and shame. Your parents’ judgmental silence was deafening, their disappointment a constant reminder of what you’d lost.

You missed her. God, you missed her.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, there was a knock at your bedroom window.

You froze, your heart racing. Slowly, you pulled back the curtains to reveal Billie standing on the lawn, her hands stuffed in her hoodie pockets.

“Let me in,” she said softly.

You hesitated before sliding the window open. Billie climbed through with practiced ease, landing silently on your bedroom floor.

“What are you doing here?” you whispered, your voice trembling.

“I needed to see you,” she said. “You weren’t answering my calls.”

You turned away. “I told you, Billie. It’s over.”

“No, it’s not,” she said, stepping closer. “You don’t get to decide that on your own. Not without talking to me first.”

“Talking to you won’t change anything,” you said, tears brimming in your eyes.

“It might not,” she admitted. “But I’m not leaving until you tell me to my face that you don’t love me anymore.”

Your breath hitched. “Billie, please don’t do this.”

“Why not?” she said, her voice breaking. “Because you’re scared? Because they made you believe that loving me is something you should feel guilty about?”

You turned to face her, tears streaming down your cheeks. “I’m scared,” you admitted.

“I know,” Billie said, stepping closer and cupping your face in her hands. “But you don’t have to do this alone. We’ll figure it out together.”

Her words broke something inside you. You collapsed into her arms, sobbing as she held you tightly.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” you whispered.

“You can,” Billie said, her voice steady. “And I’ll be here every step of the way.”

As she held you, you realized that maybe, just maybe, love didn’t have to feel like sin.

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loganwritesprobably · 3 months ago

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Hurt/Comfort (the comfort is sex)

Tags/Warnings: Shanks/AFAB!Reader/Mihawk, she/they reader, hurt/comfort (the comfort is sex), shy!reader, established relationship, double penetration two holes, fellatio, spanking, rough sex, cum eating, cream pie Word Count: 1293 A birthday gift written for @mermaniaa

It had been such a long day. Usually, you’d have been more resilient, but not today. Today, the world seemed to just weigh a little heavier on your shoulders and so you tucked yourself away in your room, knees pulled to your chest, face wet with tears. You’d felt ridiculous for breaking down, but sometimes you just couldn’t help it. Nothing much had even happened, everything just felt that little bit more overwhelming than usual. When Mihawk found you, he’d wrapped you up in his arms and gently brushed away the lingering tears, and suggested that he and Shanks make you feel better. You knew the two men well enough by now to know what that would involve, and you said yes, almost eagerly. You hated to seem needy, and talking about intimacy often left you speechless, struggling to convey your wants and needs, but thankfully they found your shyness endearing.

When Shanks joined you, it didn’t take long for the three of you to be disrobed, and have your hands on each other’s bodies.

Shanks sighed softly as he sunk into your heat, Mihawk humming appreciatively at the view, stroking himself slowly to maintain hardness but not truly bring himself pleasure. You looked wonderful spread so widely, with his hands holding your ankles, pulling your knees back to your shoulders so the swordsman could bask in the heavenly image the two of you made. There was always something so special about the three of you together and the love you could make, the chemistry between you lighting up and making you all insatiable, until at least four rounds later. You’d always been shy about it, their beautiful princess, struggling to share what you wanted in moments of intimacy, and before, flushing darkly in a way they both found incredibly sweet, and a turn on in Shanks’ case. Innocence had always been a thing for him. Shanks rocked his hips slightly, not fully thrusting into you, just moving enough to drive you crazy, and force whatever you were thinking about out of your head.

You couldn’t help whining, lip pulled between your teeth, needy for more but unable to ask for it.

“What is it, dearest?” Mihawk asked, a small smirk playing at his lips. He knew, of course he did, but the game was to try to get you to say it. You only whined again, attempting to grind yourself down on Shanks for more.

“Oh I don’t think so pretty girl.” Shanks said, moving one hand from around your ankle to wrap instead around your middle, including your thighs, to hold you in place. You whimpered pitifully, and you just about caught the hungry look on Mihawk’s face.

“I think they might want something, love.” He said to Shanks, who chuckled lowly against your ear, you could feel the sound just as much as you heard it.

“I think you might be right, Hawkeyes. Should we give it to her?” He asked, slowly licking up the shell of your ear.

“Perhaps we should. Or maybe she should ask for it, like a good girl.” Mihawk’s voice was honey thick, the words oozing from his lips and lighting a fire inside you, making you ever more desperate, and wetter around Shanks’ cock.

“I know they can do it, we’ve seen it before, shame they don’t want to right now. I guess they don’t want any more than this then.” And that was too far, to suggest you weren’t eager and desperate for them, whimpering and whining for them and them alone.

“Please.” You managed to breathe out, just barely, the sound only audible because Shanks had stopped moving entirely in his effort to make you speak your desires.

“What was that, darling?” Mihawk asked, shuffling closer to you to rest a hand on your thigh, making you bite your lip - even the simplest of their touches drove you wild.

“Please! Need- need you.” You managed, your face only flushing darker, and you couldn’t help squeezing your eyes shut as if to hide from your own embarrassment.

“Good girl.” Shanks whispered, voice dark and husky. For a second, the tension of the room was as thick as it could get, like an elastic pulled to full extension, and then it snapped, and then everything was happening. Shanks flipped you both over, pressing your body down into the mattress as he lifted your hips. You turned your head so you could breathe better, and found Mihawk in front of you with his dick in hand.

Slowly, with a loud, heady groan Shanks pushed back inside you, grunting as he bottomed out, barely able to wait for a moment before he began to fuck you. He struggled so much more than Mihawk to restrain himself, especially when he knew exactly what you wanted, but he couldn’t deny that you were so beautiful when you were shy and needy. Mihawk waited a moment for you to adjust, just watching the pleasure on your face, before he stepped forward, taking some of your hair in hand to get your attention. You opened your mouth before your eyes, mostly on instinct, and were greeted by his dick just centimetres from your lips.

“Well done, darling. You’ve done such a good job learning how to please us.” He looked and sounded so proud, and it was dizzying. He slowly pushed into your mouth, and then allowed you to do as you pleased. He’d never had complaints about your head before, he wasn’t going to start guiding you now.

It was easy to get distracted by Shanks pounding into you, temporarily stealing your attention as he hit your gspot over and over, but a quick swat on your ass was enough to remind you what you were meant to be doing. You sucked Mihawk eagerly, happy to do it, eager to make your lover feel good. He worked so hard, he deserved it, and you wanted to taste his cum. It usually wasn’t something that you were particularly interested in, but you loved to do it with them, your men.

Shanks was no slouch when it came to sex, but it’d been a while since the three of you had indulged together, so you weren’t surprised when his hips began to stutter, his rhythm faltering as he came closer to orgasm.

“Gonna fill you up, sweet girl. Make sure you can feel my love inside you.” Shanks grunted, kissing down your spine, fingers digging into your hips as he fucked into you. Just a few thrusts later, and he bottomed out inside you again, filling you with his seed. You never faltered your own movements, hollowing your cheeks to bring Mihawk closer to orgasm. The swordsman made hardly any sound, the only sign of his pleasure being the soft pants that escaped him whenever your tongue moved just so. Finally, in an uncharacteristic moment of impatience, Mihawk pulled out from your mouth and took himself in hand. He stroked himself quickly, head tilting back from his pleasure. You tilted your head further, so when he finally came, he coated your face and neck with his seed.

Reluctantly, Shanks pulled out of you, but then crouched down to press his tongue inside you, eating his own cum from inside you eagerly. He ate like a man starved, his tongue moving expertly to bring you more pleasure until you came like that, his face pressed to your core, Mihawk’s cum on your face. The swordsman dragged a finger across your face with a smile, bringing his cum to your lips for you to take, sucking gently on his finger to clean it.

When they were done, they took their posts either side of you, holding you close, pressing kisses to your skin.

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03jyh23 · 8 months ago

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🫀⌇enamored┆choi jongho (smut version)

│fluff version here

virgin!jongho x experienced!reader

│synopsis: tender touches, loving gazes, and whispered words of love; what more could jongho want from his first time?

│genre: smut, fluff

│trigger warnings: explicit sexual content, first time, jongho is shy, established relationship, the reader refers to jongho as baby/baby bear, intimate and graphic descriptions, consent and vulnerability themes, unprotected sex, fingering, squirting, blow job, aftercare, mature language, reader guides jongho a lot

│words: 5 k

│reminder: what you’re about to read is purely fiction, so let’s keep it separate from reality.

│the requested prompt is bold

!minors do not interact!

— hi there! so yeah, um... my first actual smut on here🤠 i know i included smut in 2 soon and touch but like... enamored is just smut with little plot. anyways enjoy! 🤠

love, mon ♡

You straddled your boyfriend's lap, locked in a passionate kiss. Your tongues danced, vying for dominance as your hands clung to his neck. His grip on your waist tightened, pulling you closer. The intensity left you both breathless, desperate for more contact. Though you hadn't progressed beyond making out since getting together, your chemistry was electric. As Jongho hardened beneath you, an overwhelming desire took hold. You ground against him, eliciting a soft moan that vibrated against your lips. Suddenly, something shifted. Jongho froze, gently but firmly easing you back. His eyes widened, a mix of shock, confusion, and vulnerability clouding his gaze.

"Baby, it's okay," you murmured, your voice a soothing balm of reassurance and affection. Gently cradling his face, your thumbs traced tender circles on his cheeks. "Your body's reaction is completely natural. I'm flattered, actually—it shows you want me as much as I want you. There's no shame in that." Jongho's expression softened, relief and gratitude replacing his initial shock. He exhaled shakily, his grip on your waist loosening. His eyes met yours, brimming with unspoken thanks for your understanding and patience. A small, appreciative smile played at the corners of his lips as he leaned in, resting his forehead against yours, drawing strength from your closeness.

"We don't have to continue if you're not comfortable," Jongho nodded slightly at your statement, his forehead still resting against yours.

"I—I want to do this with you," he admitted, his voice quivering. Jongho's cheeks flushed crimson as he met your gaze, visibly wrestling with his nerves. "It's just that... I'm not exactly nervous about being intimate with you, but..." Jongho paused, inhaling deeply as he grasped for the right words. He lowered his eyes, his blush deepening.

"You've never done this before, have you?" you asked softly, your tone brimming with understanding and empathy. As you gently squeezed his arm, you felt his muscles tense beneath your touch.

"No, I haven't. I'm... I'm a virgin," Jongho finally confessed, his voice barely audible. His vulnerability was tangible, and you could see the blend of embarrassment and apprehension in his eyes. A wave of tenderness washed over you, and you yearned to comfort and reassure him. "And I just... I've never experienced this before. It's a bit overwhelming," he continued, his words laden with sincerity and vulnerability.

You smiled softly, "Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me that," you said, your voice soothing. "We'll take things at your pace, doing only what you're comfortable with. I'm here for you, baby bear, every step of the way."

Jongho looked up at you, his eyes glistening with mixed emotions. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine gratitude. He hugged you tightly, holding you close as if he never wanted to let go. "So... you want to have sex with me too, right?" he asked shyly, seeking reassurance.

"Yes, Jongho, of course, I do," you replied softly, your boyfriend nodded in response, a small, relieved smile playing on his lips.

"I just... I wasn't sure," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

You smiled at him, gently running your fingers through his hair. "My baby, what do you mean you weren't sure? Is there another girl sitting on your lap right now? Am I hallucinating?" you teased, your voice laced with playful affection.

He chuckled softly, the tension in his expression easing as he leaned into your touch. "No, there's no one else," he murmured, "It's just you. It's always been you."

You felt your heart swell at his words, the sincerity in his eyes drawing you even closer. "Good," you replied softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "Because I can't imagine wanting anyone but you."

"I just needed to hear it out loud. I needed to know that you feel the same way I do," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. Jongho's cheeks flushed a deeper shade as he glanced away momentarily, his grip on you loosening slightly. "It's just that... it's so obvious when I want you," he admitted, his voice barely audible. "And when I got hard, I felt exposed and shy."

"I understand," you said, your voice filled with empathy. "But trust me, I want you just as much. Do you... do you want to feel how much I want you?" You bit your lip, your voice barely above a whisper. Gently but firmly, you took his hand and placed it on your bare thigh. Slowly, you guided his hand upward, your skin tingling with anticipation. His touch, initially hesitant, grew more confident as his fingers trailed higher. Every inch of your skin craved his touch. "Is this okay?" you asked breathlessly, "I need to know if you're comfortable with this."

Jongho's eyes softened, and he offered a reassuring smile. "Yes, it's alright. I want to feel you," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. "I want this. I want to make you feel good." His fingers continued their exploration, each touch sending shivers down your spine. His breath grew heavier as his hand ventured further, brushing against the edge of your underwear. He paused, seeking permission in your eyes. You gave a small, reassuring nod, your own desire mirrored in his gaze. Gently, he lifted you, slipped off your underwear, and settled you back on his lap. You felt exposed, now wearing only one of Jongho's t-shirts while he remained fully clothed. The contrast between your bare skin and his clothes heightened your senses. He massaged your thigh gently, his hand moving to where you needed him most. His touch sent a shiver through you, each movement tender and caring. As he reached your most sensitive spot, your breath hitched, and you couldn't suppress a soft moan. Jongho gently parted your wet folds, his touch eliciting a quiet whimper. His fingers moved with such tenderness, their softness a delicious contrast to the growing heat between your thighs.

As you nestled your head in the crook of his neck, your hands resting on his chest, you felt the quick rhythm of his heartbeat. "Do you feel how much I want you now?" you whispered, barely more than a breath, infused with longing.

Jongho's breath hitched as his fingers continued their exploration. "Yes, I can feel it," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "You're so warm," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. His fingers began to circle your sensitive bud slowly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. The gentle, deliberate movements made you shiver, and soft moans escaped your lips. His free hand moved to the small of your back, pulling you closer as if he couldn't bear any distance between you. "Do you like it?" he asked softly, his voice a blend of curiosity and tenderness. His eyes searched yours, eager to witness the pleasure he was giving you.

"Yes, baby bear," you breathed, your voice trembling with a mixture of need and appreciation. "It feels incredible." You arched your back slightly, pressing yourself even more into his touch. "I'd like it if you—" A moan broke your sentence as Jongho's finger brushed against your clit. "Fuck," you breathed out. Your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of his touch. His fingers moved with increasing confidence, exploring and teasing. He watched your face intently, drinking in every reaction, every gasp, as if committing them to memory.

"You would like it if I...?" your eyes fluttered open, meeting his intense gaze as you drew a shaky breath. Your hips continued their rhythmic movements against your Jongho's fingers.

"If you..." you started over, your breath catching as another wave of pleasure washed over you. "If you could go a little faster, and maybe... add a finger?" Your voice was barely above a whisper, filled with desire and a hint of shyness.

Jongho's eyes widened slightly, but he nodded, determination in his gaze. "Like this?" he asked softly, increasing the pace of his movements and gently sliding his middle finger inside you.

You gasped at the new sensation, your hips instinctively moving to meet his touch. "Yes," you breathed, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "Just like that, baby bear." Jongho watched you intently, his own breathing becoming heavier as he continued his movements. The room was filled with the soft sounds of your pleasure and the rustle of fabric as you moved against each other. Despite his inexperience, Jongho seemed to have an innate understanding of your body, his touch alternating between gentle caresses and more insistent pressure.

"You're so beautiful like this," Jongho complimented, his voice low and filled with awe. His free hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing over your lower lip. "I love seeing you feeling good because of me."

You leaned in, your lips brushing against Jongho's ear as you whispered breathlessly, "Can... um... can you add another one? I wanna feel you..." Your voice trailed off into a soft moan.

Jongho's breath hitched at your request, "Are you sure?" you nodded, biting your lip in anticipation. With gentle care, Jongho slowly inserted a second finger alongside the first. You gasped at the stretch, your body tensing momentarily before relaxing into the new sensation. "Is this okay?" he asked, his free hand stroking your back soothingly.

"Yes," you breathed, your fingers tangling in his hair. "It feels so good, baby bear." You rocked your hips, encouraging him to move. Jongho began to pump his fingers slowly, his thumb circling your clit with each thrust. The pleasure built steadily, your body quivering with each movement of his fingers. You clung to him, burying your face in his neck as soft whimpers escaped your lips. Jongho's free hand caressed your back, the tension coiled tighter within you, a delicious pressure building towards release. "Try angling your fingers upward a bit," you whimpered, your voice filled with both guidance and yearning. Jongho nodded, his eyes fixed on you as he adjusted his touch, seeking out the spot that would bring you the most pleasure. His movements became more assured, more confident, his fingers curling to hit that perfect spot inside you, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. "Fu-fuck," you gasped, your voice filled with both surprise and ecstasy. "That feels so good." With your remark, Jongho's fingers continued to move with newfound confidence. With each curl of his fingers, you felt your orgasm getting closer. Your breathing grew ragged, your moans louder as the sensation became almost overwhelming. The combination of his fingers inside you and the pressure from his thumb on your clit was too much to bear, driving you ever closer to your release. "Please, don't stop," you pleaded, your body trembling. You dug your nails into his shoulder, unable to suppress your moans and whimpers. Jongho's movements became more intense, his fingers curling and pressing against that sweet spot inside you with each thrust. The pressure built to an almost unbearable level, your entire body trembling on the edge of release. With a final flick of his thumb against your clit, you tumbled over the edge, waves of pleasure crashing over you as you cried out Jongho's name.

Jongho's eyes widened in surprise and awe. "Oh my god, baby, I think you squirted," he breathed, his voice a mix of wonder and excitement. His fingers slowed their movements, gently easing you through the aftershocks of your intense orgasm.

Your face is still in his neck, your body trembling from the intensity of your release. "I... I've never done that before," you whispered, your voice muffled against his skin. You felt a blush creep up your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and lingering pleasure washing over you.

Jongho's arms wrapped around you, holding you close. "That was incredible," he murmured with a wide smile, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "You're so beautiful when you come undone like that."

You lifted your head, meeting Jongho's gaze with a shy smile. "I ruined your shorts," you whispered, taking in your boyfriend's flushed face.

"It's okay, baby," Jongho smiled softly, adoration in his eyes. "They're just shorts. What matters is how amazing you felt, how beautiful you looked." His fingers traced gentle patterns on your cheekbone, sending a shiver down your spine. "Seeing you like that... it was the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced." He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there as if to seal his promise. "I love you," he whispered against your skin.

Your heart swelled with emotion, feeling safe and cherished in his arms. "I love you too," you murmured, nuzzling closer to him. "Now, kiss me please," you said softly. Without a word, Jongho leaned in, closing the small distance between you. His lips met yours in a kiss that was both gentle and passionate, a silent promise of his love. The kiss deepened, his tongue exploring your mouth with newfound confidence, mirroring the intimacy you had just shared. His hands cradled your face, thumbs gently caressing your cheeks. The taste of him, the feel of his lips against yours, and the warmth of his body pressed to yours created a perfect harmony that left you breathless. When you finally broke apart, both of you were gasping for air, your foreheads resting against each other. The look in his eyes was one of adoration and unwavering commitment, making your heart swell with love for him.

"I love you," he confessed again, his voice barely audible but filled with emotion.

You smiled, "I love you too," you replied before capturing his lips in another kiss, this one more heated than before. Jongho's erect cock was evident beneath you, sending a thrill through your body. Mindful of his comfort, you tried not to move too much or apply pressure. However, Jongho had other ideas. His hips began to push up against you, his movements slow but deliberate, seeking friction. Each subtle thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through both of you, intensifying the moment. His hands gripped your waist more firmly, guiding you to move in sync with him.

"Do you want me to make you feel good?" you whispered, gently nipping his lower lip. Jongho’s breath caught at your words, his eyes darkening with need. The way he gazed at you—as if you were the only person in the world—sent shivers down your spine.

"Yes, please," he breathed, his voice quivering with anticipation. "I want you so much."

Rising from his lap, you took Jongho's hand and led him gently toward the bedroom. With deliberate, affectionate movements, you guided him to the bed. As he lay down, you straddled him, your knees resting on either side of his hips. You began kissing his jaw, trailing soft kisses down to his neck. His hands gently cradled your sides, holding you with a touch that was both tender and possessive. Each kiss you placed on his skin drew a soft sigh from him, his breath catching with every caress. You sensed the tension in his body—the way his muscles tightened and relaxed beneath your touch. You gently tugged at the hem of his shirt, your fingers grazing his skin as you lifted it over his head. Jongho raised his arms, allowing you to remove the garment completely. As you tossed it aside, your eyes roamed over his toned chest, drinking in every detail. His skin felt warm beneath your touch, and you couldn't resist leaning in. Your lips explored the sensitive skin of his collarbone, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. Jongho's breathing grew heavier, you could feel his heart racing beneath your lips.

"You feel incredible," Jongho breathed, his voice a husky whisper laden with desire and tenderness. You traced your kisses down his body, feeling the tension in his muscles as you moved lower. Jongho squirmed beneath you as your lips hovered over his stomach, his breathing growing more erratic with each passing second. He was desperate for friction, the anticipation driving him wild. As you reached the waistband of his shorts, you paused, looking up at him. His eyes were half-lidded, filled with a longing that mirrored your own. Slowly, you began to tug at his shorts, sliding them down his hips and legs, revealing the bulge in his boxers. Before removing his boxers, you straightened up and looked at him, your eyes searching his for any hesitation. You wanted to be absolutely sure that this was what he wanted, that he was ready to take this step with you. "Are you sure this is what you want? May I continue?" you asked softly, your voice filled with both concern and longing. You needed to hear him say it, needed his reassurance that he was as ready as you were.

Jongho's eyes met yours, his gaze a mix of desire and affection. He nodded, his breath catching. "Yes," he whispered, his voice quivering with anticipation. "I want this. I want you."

"Okay," you replied softly, your voice sincere. "Just tell me if you want to stop at any point, alright?"

"I will," he promised, his eyes locked on yours.

With his consent, you gently slipped your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, slowly sliding them down to reveal his length. The sight of him, fully exposed and ready for you, made your breath catch. His cock was thick and glistening, a sight so enticing it made your mouth water. It stood erect, throbbing with desire, making your heart race. Veins ran along its length, pulsing subtly with each heartbeat. You leaned down, placing a soft kiss on his hip, Jongho's breath hitched, a soft moan escaping as your touch sent shivers down his spine. Your lips hovered just above his length, your warm breath ghosting over his sensitive skin. Jongho's body tensed in anticipation, his fingers gripping the sheets tightly. With a gentle touch, you wrapped your hand around his base, feeling the warmth and weight of him in your palm. Slowly, you lowered your head, your tongue darting out to lick a stripe from base to tip. Jongho's hips bucked involuntarily, a low moan escaping his lips. Encouraged by his reaction, you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, your tongue swirling around the sensitive tip as you took him deeper into your mouth.

"Oh God, fuck," he moaned, his voice thick with pleasure. His eyes fluttered shut, and his breath came in short, ragged gasps as your mouth continued its slow, deliberate movements along his length. You hollowed your cheeks, creating a delicious suction as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft. Your tongue traced the underside of his cock, paying special attention to the sensitive spot just below the head. Jongho's hands found their way to your hair, his fingers tangling in your locks as he fought the urge to thrust into your mouth.

"I want to be inside you, please," he moaned, his eyes searched yours, eager and sincere, seeking permission for this next step.

You nodded as you swirled your tongue around his length before pulling off with a pop, releasing him with a soft, wet sound. Slowly, you positioned yourself over him, feeling the heat of his body against yours. With a gentle movement, you guided him to your entrance, both of you gasping as he slowly entered you.

"Oh my god," you moaned, your voice quivering with ecstasy and relief. Jongho's eyes fluttered shut, a soft groan escaping his lips as he adjusted to the sensation of being inside you. His thick cock filled you perfectly, the stretch sending a delicious mix of pleasure and discomfort through your body. The feeling was overwhelming��each throb of his cock, the fullness—almost too much to bear. His hands gripped your hips firmly, steadying you as you acclimated to his size. Every slight movement sent shivers cascading down your spine, and you couldn't suppress another soft moan, your body yearning for more of him.

"Are you okay?" Jongho asked, his voice laced with concern as he noticed a fleeting look of discomfort cross your face. He was fully inside you now, and noticing your slight discomfort, he looked concerned. His eyebrows furrowed with worry as he carefully watched your reaction.

"I'm fine," you reassured him, your voice breathy, "Just give me a moment to adjust." His expression softened, eyes filling with understanding and love. He held you gently, hands caressing your sides as you took a deep breath, allowing your body to relax.

As your body adjusted to his size, you began to move slowly, establishing a rhythm that left you both breathless.

"You feel fucking incredible," his hands gripped your hips more firmly, guiding you to move in harmony with him. The pace you set was unhurried and intentional.

Jongho asked softly, "May I remove your t-shirt?" You nodded, granting permission. He gently lifted the garment over your head and set it aside. His hands cupped your breasts, his touch tender yet filled with desire. Shivers cascaded down your spine, spurring you to move faster, your need growing uncontrollably. His thumbs grazed your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. Your movements grew more urgent, your hips grinding against him in a fervent rhythm.

"Shit, baby, slow down or—" Jongho tried to warn you, but his sentence was cut off by a loud moan. His cock twitched inside you, the intensity of your movements pushing him over the edge. His grip on your hips tightened, fingers digging into your skin as he tried to hold on. The sensation of you moving so desperately around him was overwhelming. He felt the heat building within him, the pressure becoming unbearable. "God, you feel so good," he groaned. Your movements, the way you felt around him—it was driving him wild. Each thrust, each clench of your muscles brought him closer to the brink. You could feel his cock pulsing inside you, each twitch sending waves of pleasure through your body. The sensation of him so close to release intensified your own desire. You moved faster, your hips rolling with a desperate need to bring you both to orgasm. Jongho’s eyes focused on your pussy, taking him in so well and pretty. His hand slid between you, finding your clit. The instant he found it, pleasure surged through you, drawing out an involuntary moan. His touch, both tender and determined, matched your rhythm perfectly, edging you closer to a blissful release. The combination of his fingers on your clit and his cock inside you was overwhelming. You felt your orgasm building rapidly, your muscles clenching around him.

Finally, Jongho couldn't hold back any longer. With a loud moan, he came hard, his release filling you completely. The feeling of his hot cum filling you pushed you over the edge as well, your own orgasm crashing over you in intense waves. Your body trembled, your moans mingling with Jongho's as you both rode out the intense climax. As the sensations began to subside, you collapsed onto his chest, both of you breathing heavily. Jongho's arms wrapped around you, pulling you close as his heartbeat gradually slowed beneath your ear. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your back. Your sweaty bodies were heavy against each other as if the intensity of the moment had fused you together. He kissed the top of your head softly, a gesture filled with affection and sweetness. Then, he giggled, his voice filled with breathless excitement, "That was... fucking incredible."

You smiled, a warm glow of contentment spreading through you. "Yeah, it really was," you whispered, your voice still breathless. Nestling closer to him, you savored the feeling of his arms enveloping you. For a moment, you both lay there in comfortable silence, simply basking in each other's closeness.

"I love you," he murmured softly, his voice laden with sincerity.

You gazed up at him, your eyes locking with his. "I love you too, baby bear," you replied, your voice brimming with emotion. With a gentle smile, you added, "But you can pull out now."

A blush crept up your boyfriend's cheeks as realization dawned. "Oh... right," he mumbled, slightly abashed. With utmost care and tenderness, he gently lifted you off him, his movements cautious to avoid any discomfort. As he pulled out, you felt his warm release trickling down your thigh. He settled back beside you, drawing you into his arms once more. The blush on his face deepened, yet his eyes shone with affection and a hint of shyness. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to let go," he confessed softly, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "It just felt so perfect being with you like that."

You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "I feel the same way," you whispered against his mouth. "It was perfect."

You gently lifted yourself away from his touch, the warmth of his skin lingering on yours. Jongho looked up at you with a pout, his eyes a mix of confusion and longing. "What are you doing?" he asked softly.

You smiled tenderly at him and leaned in to kiss his cheek, feeling the softness of his skin beneath your lips. "I need to clean myself up," you explained, your voice gentle and reassuring.

"Oh no, don't get up. I'll do it for you. What do you need?" Jongho asked, his voice laced with concern and a hint of insistence.

You shook your head, a gentle smile on your lips. "It's okay, baby," you replied softly. "I can take care of myself, and I want to take care of you too." You leaned in to kiss his cheek again, savoring the warmth of his skin against your lips.

"You've already taken such good care of me," he said, gently grasping your wrists and easing you back onto the bed. His touch was tender as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before standing up. As he rose, he looked down at you with a warm smile, his eyes brimming with affection and gratitude. "So, I guess a wet towel would be nice?" he asked, his voice a blend of concern and gentle insistence.

You nodded, a wave of warmth and love washing over you. "A warm, wet towel would be perfect," you replied softly, your voice filled with appreciation.

As you watched him retrieve the towel, a smile played on your lips. Upon his return, he tenderly cleaned you up, his touch gentle and loving. Each movement conveyed his deep care, and you felt the intensity of his affection in every action. Once finished, Jongho lay back down beside you, drawing you into his arms.

"Thank you," you whispered.

"Anything for you love," he murmured as he held you close, his warm embrace enveloping you in a cocoon of safety.

"How do you feel?" you asked softly, your hand gliding soothingly up and down his torso. The warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips grounded you in the moment. You gazed up at him, eyes filled with concern and affection, eager to ensure he felt as content and fulfilled as you did.

"I feel incredible," he replied, his voice a contented murmur. "Being with you like this—it's everything I could ever want." His eyes softened as he gazed at you, his look of love and adoration making your heart swell. "I'm so glad you were my first," he added softly, "I can't imagine sharing this moment with anyone else. I want you to be my first and my last." His eyes met yours, filled with a mixture of love and determination that made your heart soar.

You pressed a tender kiss to his lips, feeling the warmth of his breath against your skin. "I love you so much," you whispered, your voice quivering with emotion.

Jongho gently cupped your face, his touch both tender and reassuring. "I love you too, more than words can express."

You smiled, a sense of contentment washing over you as you nestled closer to him. At that moment, everything felt perfect, and you couldn't imagine being anywhere but in his arms.

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speaknow-sw · 7 months ago

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𝒦𝐼𝒩𝒦𝒯𝒪𝐵𝐸𝑅 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦

24/10/2024, Prompt : Crossdressing, Sex Toys & Spanking with Scott Barringer

A/N : mdni, consensual non-con, spanking, sex toys, crossdressing, slight mindbreaking, feminization. Fourth fic guys, this one is FUCKING LONG but that bratty sub Scott deserved his fic too ! Poor baby, he just need to feel safe and and loved :(

𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁𝓈 𝒹𝑜

Scott lounged against the back of the chair, arms crossed, an amused smirk playing on his lips. He had been testing your patience all evening, pushing boundaries, his remarks sharp and teasing. You stood in front of him, arms folded, your gaze unwavering, no longer entertained by his little game.

"You think this is funny?" Your voice was calm, but there was an edge beneath it that made him glance up, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

Scott shrugged, his smirk widening. "What? You’re the one getting all worked up."

You took a slow step toward him, your eyes never leaving his. The room seemed to grow smaller, the tension thickening as your presence filled the space. He straightened slightly, the shift in your demeanor finally catching his attention.

"You’ve been acting like a brat all night, Scott. And I think it’s time you learn why that’s not going to work with me."

He opened his mouth to speak, but the look in your eyes silenced him. You stepped even closer, until there was barely any space left between you. Your voice dropped lower, firm and controlled, as you leaned in.

"I don’t think you realize who you’re dealing with."

For the first time that night, Scott’s smirk faltered. His pulse quickened as the air between them shifted. Whatever game he had been playing was over now. You weren’t angry—no, this was something else entirely. Something far more commanding.

He swallowed, unsure for the first time how to respond. You smiled then, slow and deliberate, leaning even closer.

"Now, are you ready to behave?" You asked, your voice silk over steel, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

« Take your costume. Panty, bralette, stockings and garters included. I want everything » You snarled

Scott's breath caught in his throat as he heard your command. His cheeks flushed a deep crimson, his eyes widening in shock. The room suddenly felt stiflingly hot, the air thick with tension.

He glanced down at his hands, clasped tightly in his lap, his knuckles white with the force of his grip. Swallowing hard, he met your gaze, his blue eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement.

"Y-you want me to... to put that on? Now?" His voice was barely above a whisper, trembling slightly. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. The idea of wearing women's lingerie, of exposing himself like that, made his heart race.

But even as his mind reeled, he found himself nodding, almost imperceptibly. There was a part of him that craved this, that wanted to submit to your every whim. He had always been drawn to you, to your strength and confidence. And now, here you were, demanding his complete obedience.

"Yes, miss," he breathed, his voice barely audible. "I'll do whatever you say."

He reached for the bag containing the lingerie, his hands shaking slightly as he pulled out the delicate garments. The panties were sheer and lacy, the bralette barely more than a scrap of fabric. The stockings were silk, with intricate garters to hold them up.

Scott stood slowly, his legs trembling slightly as he faced you. He held the lingerie up, his eyes meeting yours questioningly.

"Where... where do you want me to change?" he asked, his voice soft and uncertain.

Scott stood there, holding the lingerie, his body trembling slightly as he awaited your response. The sheer material of the panties and bralette felt foreign in his hands, a stark contrast to the clothes he was used to wearing. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, his face flushed with embarrassment and anticipation.

He glanced around the room, searching for a place to change. The bed, the dresser, even the closet door – everywhere he looked, his eyes kept returning to you, taking in the intensity of your gaze. It was as if you were seeing right through him, reading his thoughts and feelings.

"In front of you, miss?" he asked hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper. The thought of stripping down in your presence, of revealing himself completely, made his heart race even faster. But he knew better than to disobey your command.

Slowly, he began to unbutton his shirt, his fingers fumbling with the buttons. He pulled the shirt off, revealing his pale, smooth skin, and tossed it aside. Next, he unfastened his jeans and let them fall to the floor, stepping out of them and kicking them away.

Now clad only in his boxers, Scott felt more exposed than ever before. He stood there, vulnerable and uncertain, his eyes locked on yours. He could see the desire in your gaze, the hunger that made his body ache with longing.

He shimmied out of his boxer, his cock already semi-hard from the thrill of submitting to you. He stepped into the lacy panties, pulling them up his thighs and settling them around his waist. The material was so sheer that he could feel the air against his skin, making him shiver.

Next, he slipped on the bralette, adjusting it so that his chest was pushed up and displayed for your viewing pleasure. As he reached for the stockings, his hands shook slightly, the anticipation building within him. He rolled each one up his leg, fastening the garters to hold them in place.

Your eyes racked in his body hungrily. « Such a good girl » You purred as you pushed him on the bed « Now, now, now… you were acting like a little brat earlier. Being mean, being provocative, swearing …doing anything you wanted. » You chuckled taking out a box. « Now, choose some sextoys for your punishment. »

Scott's eyes widened as he felt the bed beneath him, his body sinking into the soft mattress. He looked up at you, confusion and excitement swirling in his gaze. Your words washed over him, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Being mean? Swearing ?" he repeated, his voice uncertain. It was almost too easy, too tempting. The brat in him, the rebellious streak that had gotten him into trouble all night, surged forward.

"Fuck that," he spat, his blue eyes flashing with defiance. "I'm not your fucking doll, you know. I don't want to be punished."

He sat up, crossing his arms over his chest, the movement causing the lacy bralette to shift slightly. The sheer panties rode up his thighs as he moved, exposing even more of his pale, smooth skin.

"You can't make me do shit," he continued, his voice growing louder, more aggressive. "I'm not gonna be your little bitch, no matter what you say."

Despite his words, there was a glint in his eye, a hint of mischief that belied his true feelings. He was enjoying this, enjoying the power dynamic shifting between you.

His gaze fell to the box in your hands, and he licked his lips unconsciously. He knew what was inside, knew the kinds of toys that could bring him to his knees. But he wasn't about to admit that.

"And what the fuck is that supposed to be?" he sneered, gesturing towards the box. "Some kind of sick punishment? Well, I don't fucking want it. I'm not into that shit."

Even as he spoke, he could feel his cock twitch in the confines of the sheer panties. The thrill of defying you, of pushing your buttons, was intoxicating. He wanted to see how far he could go, wanted to test the limits of your patience.

"You know what? Fuck you," he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "I'm done being your little puppet. I'm not gonna do what you want, no matter how much you try to make me."

You gripped his hair pushing his head against the mattress. « Choose some toys » You snarled angrily « Brat » You tsk-ed

Scott gasped as you gripped his hair, forcing his head against the mattress. The pain mixed with pleasure, sending a jolt through his body. He could feel the roughness of the sheets against his skin, the cool air hitting his exposed flesh.

"Fuck," he whispered, his voice barely audible. He knew he was pushing you, testing your limits. But the thrill of it, the danger, was too intoxicating to resist.

Reluctantly, he reached for the box, his fingers trembling slightly as he opened it. Inside were an array of toys, each one more intimidating than the last. Vibrators, dildos, paddles, and restraints all stared back at him, promising pleasure and pain in equal measure.

He picked up a small vibrator, turning it over in his hands. It was sleek and black, with a tapered tip that looked like it could bring him to his knees. He tossed it onto the bed beside him, reaching for something else.

Next, he chose a pair of leather cuffs, running his fingers over the soft material. They were adjustable, with a sturdy buckle that would keep him restrained no matter how much he struggled. He set those aside as well, his mind racing with the possibilities.

As he rummaged through the box, he could feel your eyes on him, watching his every move. The intensity of your gaze made him shiver, made his skin prickle with goosebumps. He knew he was putting on a show, knew that every toy he chose was another step towards his own punishment.

But he couldn't stop himself. The brat in him, the part that craved attention and control, refused to be silenced. He continued to select toys, each one more daring than the last. A paddle with raised bumps, a dildo that looked impossibly large, a blindfold that promised to take away his sight and leave him at your mercy.

When he was finished, he tossed the box aside, the contents scattered across the bed. He looked up at you, his blue eyes defiant, his chest heaving with anticipation.

"There," he said, his voice rough and challenging. "That's what you wanted, isn't it? To see me becoming your little bitch ?"

Scott's heart raced as he lay there, surrounded by the toys he had chosen. He could see the anger in your eyes, the frustration that radiated from you like a physical force. But he couldn't bring himself to apologize, couldn't find the words to take back his defiant actions.

He knew he was playing with fire, knew that his behavior would only lead to more intense consequences. But the thrill of it, the adrenaline that coursed through his veins, was too powerful to ignore.

As you loomed over him, he could feel the heat of your body, the tension in the air between you. His skin tingled with anticipation, every nerve ending on high alert. He wanted to know what would come next, wanted to feel the full force of your dominance.

"Go on then," he taunted, his voice low and husky. "Show me what happens when I'm a bad girl."

He arched his back slightly, pressing his body against the toys scattered across the bed. The cool metal of the vibrator pressed against his cheek, the leather cuffs brushing against his wrists. He could feel the weight of the paddle, the promise of pain that it carried.

"I'm ready," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his own heart. "Do your worst."

"Little bitch." You spat taking his wrists and cuffing them behind his back. Next, you took the blindfold and wrapped it around his head. "I don’t like this. You choose things too easy. Let’s spice it. I bet you can take it like the good little slut you are." You seethed taking a spreading bar out of the box and clasped it to his stockings-clad ankles, making it impossible for him to close his legs. "Which gag do you want, beautiful ? The ball one or the ring one ?" You chuckled.

Scott's breath hitched as he felt the cold metal of the cuffs click shut around his wrists, binding them tightly behind his back. The sudden loss of mobility sent a shiver down his spine, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through his veins.

He squirmed slightly as you knotted the blindfold around his head, plunging him into darkness. The lack of sight heightened his other senses, making him hyperaware of every touch, every sound. He could hear your breathing, feel the heat of your body as you moved around him.

"Fuck," he whispered, his voice muffled by the blindfold. The word was barely audible, but he knew you heard it. He knew you could sense his fear, his anticipation, his desperate need for more.

As you attached the spreading bar to his ankles, he let out a soft whine. The cold metal against his skin made him gasp, his body instinctively trying to close his legs. But the bar held them apart, leaving him exposed and vulnerable.

He could feel the cool air on his most intimate parts, could feel the dampness beginning to form at the top of his cock, soaking the thin panty. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of embarrassment and arousal that made his head spin.

"I... I don't know," he stammered, his voice trembling slightly. " Fuck, none of them."

He didn't want to admit it, didn't want to give in to the desire that coursed through him. But he knew that the ball gag would muffle his cries, would keep him from begging for mercy or pleading for more. It would leave him completely at your mercy, completely under your control.

He knew he was powerless to stop you, knew that he had brought this upon himself with his bratty behavior. And yet, a part of him reveled in the submission, in the knowledge that he was completely at your mercy.

You shoved the ball gag in his mouth and clasped it behind his head, patting his head. "Good girl," You purred before gripping his hair. "Aren’t you a whiny little bitch ?"

Scott's eyes widened as he felt the ball gag press against his lips, his mouth stretching wide to accommodate the intrusion. The taste of rubber filled his mouth, the flavor foreign and slightly bitter. As you fastened the straps behind his head, he let out a muffled whimper, the sound barely audible over the thundering of his own heart.

He could feel your hand on his head, stroking his hair in a way that should have been comforting but only served to heighten his anxiety. Your words, spoken in that sickeningly sweet tone, made his skin crawl.

"Mmph!" he protested, his voice muffled by the gag. He tried to shake his head, to pull away from your touch, but the cuffs held him firmly in place. He was trapped, helpless, completely at your mercy.

As you gripped his hair, tugging sharply, he couldn't help but let out a yelp of pain. The sensation shot through him, making his toes curl and his body arch involuntarily. He hated the way his body responded to your touch, hated the way his cock twitched in the confines of the sheer panties.

"Nmph!" he whined, his voice rising in pitch. He knew he was being a brat, knew that his behavior would only earn him more punishment. But he couldn't help himself, couldn't stop the needy whimpers and pathetic pleas that spilled from his lips.

He wanted to beg you to stop, to release him from this torment. But he also wanted more, wanted to feel the full force of your dominance, your control. He was caught in a cycle of pain and pleasure, of fear and desire, and he couldn't see a way out.

You shook his head I asked you a question. "Aren’t you a whiny little bitch ?" You snarled. Scott's head snapped back as you shook it roughly, the motion sending a jolt of pain through his neck. He let out a muffled whine, the sound barely audible over the pounding of his own heart.

He knew what you wanted to hear, knew that you expected him to admit his own weakness, his own submission. But he couldn't bring himself to do it, couldn't utter the words that would seal his fate.

"Mmph!" he protested, his voice rising in pitch as he tried to shake his head. But the cuffs held him firmly in place, his movements restricted, his body completely at your mercy.

He could feel the tears beginning to form in his eyes, could feel the humiliation burning in his cheeks. He hated the way you were treating him, hated the way you were making him feel. But he also knew that he had brought this upon himself, that his bratty behavior had only earned him more punishment.

As you continued to hold his head, your grip tightening, he felt a wave of panic wash over him. He was trapped, helpless, completely at your mercy. And he had no idea what you had in store for him next.

He tried to speak, to plead with you, to beg for mercy. But the gag muffled his words, leaving him unable to communicate, unable to express his desperation.

"Nmph!" he whimpered, his voice breaking as he struggled against the restraints. He wanted to break free, to escape this nightmare. But he knew it was futile, knew that he was powerless to stop you.

As the tears began to fall, trailing down his cheeks, he finally understood the depth of his submission, the extent of his own weakness. He was a whiny little bitch, just as you had said. And he would pay the price for his bratty behavior, no matter how much it hurt.

You saw him cry "Shhh, no babygirl, don’t cry. Don’t waste your pretty tears. Please, sweet things…" You cooed kissing all over his face.

Scott's body trembled as he felt your lips on his skin, your gentle kisses a stark contrast to the rough treatment he had received moments before. He was confused, torn between the desire to push you away and the longing to give in to your touch.

As you continued to kiss him, your soft words washing over him like a soothing balm, he felt his resolve crumbling. He wanted to believe you, wanted to trust in your kindness, in the love you claimed to have for him.

"Mmmph," he whimpered, his voice muffled by the gag. He tried to turn his face away, to escape the tenderness of your touch, but the cuffs held him firmly in place. He was trapped, forced to endure the onslaught of emotion that threatened to overwhelm him.

He could feel the tears streaming down his cheeks, the saltiness stinging his eyes. But he couldn't stop them, couldn't control the flood of emotions that surged through him. He was tired, exhausted from the constant battle between his desire for submission and his need for control.

As your lips found his, he let out a soft moan, his body melting into yours despite his best efforts to resist. He knew he was giving in, knew that he was surrendering to your dominance. But he couldn't help himself, couldn't fight the magnetic pull that drew him to you.

In that moment, he realized that he needed you, needed your guidance, your love, and your control. He was your little girl, your whiny little bitch, and he would embrace that identity, no matter what it cost him.

As you continued to kiss him, your hands roaming over his body, he felt a sense of relief wash over him. He was safe, protected, and loved. And he would do anything to keep that feeling, to stay in your good graces.

"Mmmmph," he moaned again, his voice a desperate plea for more. He wanted you to take control, to show him the depths of his submission, to make him feel alive.

He knew that he had brought this upon himself, that his bratty behavior had only earned him more punishment. But he also knew that he deserved it, that he needed to be reminded of his place

"I’m gonna take care of you baby, this is a punishment but it’s also my way to love you. I love you baby, you’re safe…" You cooed, stroking his cheek. You took the paddle and slowly turned him on his stomach. "The punishment is almost finished sweetheart, almost. I just need to spank you for you to understand the extent of my forgiveness. Ten little slaps and it’ll be over, try to count okay little one ?" You crooned.

Scott's heart raced as he felt your hand on his cheek, your soothing words washing over him like a warm embrace. He knew that the punishment was coming, knew that he had earned it with his bratty behavior. But in that moment, he also knew that he was safe, that he was loved, and that the pain would be worth it in the end.

As you turned him on his stomach, he could feel the cool sheets against his skin, the roughness of the fabric a reminder of his vulnerability. He tried to brace himself for the impact, to steel himself against the pain, but he knew it was futile. He was completely at your mercy, and he would have to endure whatever you had in store for him.

"Mmmph!" he whimpered, the sound muffled by the gag. He wanted to ask for mercy, to beg for forgiveness, but he knew that it was too late. The only thing he could do now was accept his punishment, to count the slaps and hope that they would be enough to satisfy your anger.

He felt the paddle against his skin, the cool wood a stark contrast to the heat of his body. And then, without warning, the first slap landed. The pain was sharp, intense, and he couldn't help but gasp, his body arching involuntarily.

One.

The second slap came quickly, the sting even worse than the first. He bit down on the gag, trying to muffle his cries, but it was no use. The tears flowed freely, his body shaking with each blow.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

By the time he reached five, his bottom was throbbing, the pain radiating throughout his entire body. But he didn't dare stop counting, didn't dare disobey your command. He knew that he had to see this through, had to prove to you that he could handle whatever you threw at him.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

With the final slap, he felt a wave of relief wash over him. He had done it, had endured the punishment and counted each blow as you had instructed. He knew that he

Scott's body trembled as the last slap landed, the pain coursing through him like a wildfire. He wanted to collapse, to curl up in a ball and hide from the world. But he knew that he couldn't, that he had to stay strong, to show you that he could handle whatever you threw at him.

As he lay there, his face pressed against the mattress, he could feel the tears streaming down his cheeks, the saltiness stinging his eyes. He was exhausted, emotionally and physically drained, but he also felt a sense of relief, a sense of accomplishment. He had done what you asked, had counted each slap, and had proven his devotion to you.

"Mmmph," he whimpered, his voice raw and hoarse from the gag. He knew that the punishment was over, that he had been forgiven, but he still couldn't help the way his body shook, the way his heart raced.

He could feel your presence beside him, could sense the warmth of your body, the tenderness in your touch. And as you gently stroked his hair, he felt a wave of love wash over him, a love so deep and profound that it brought him to tears once more. "You’re so…beautiful, all dolled up for me. Pretty little thing." You whispered, caressing his curls.

In that moment, he knew that he would do anything for you, that he would endure any punishment, any pain, just to feel this way, to know that he was loved, cherished, and protected.

Scott's body relaxed as you unclasped the spreading bar and removed the cuffs from his wrists. The sudden freedom was overwhelming, and he felt a wave of relief wash over him. He knew that the punishment was over, that he had been forgiven, and he couldn't help but melt into your embrace as you cradled him in your arms. The blindfold went out too, but he chose to keep his eyes closed.

He whimpered, his voice soft and vulnerable as you stroked his hair and hummed softly. He could feel the love and tenderness in your touch, could sense the affection in your words. And as you called him a sweetheart, praised him for his obedience, he felt a sense of pride swell within him.

He had done it, had endured the pain, the humiliation, and the fear, all for the sake of your love. And now, as he lay in your arms, feeling your warmth and protection envelop him, he knew that it had all been worth it.

As you continued to stroke his hair, your fingers gently massaging his scalp, he felt his eyes growing heavy. The exhaustion of the past few hours was catching up with him, and he could feel himself drifting off to sleep, safe and secure in your embrace.

Just before he slipped into unconsciousness, he heard your voice, soft and soothing as you praised him for his beauty. "Shhh, sweet girl, you were so good, so good for me. Oh, you're such a sweetheart. Look at you, all pretty."

You took a pink dildo and a little one with a jewel. "You deserve a reward sweet girl. Choose one to go inside." You purred.

Scott's eyes fluttered open at the sound of your voice, his gaze falling upon the two dildos you held in your hands. He couldn't believe that after everything he had endured, you were offering him a reward, a chance to find pleasure in the midst of his pain.

He looked from one dildo to the other, trying to decide which one he wanted. The pink one was larger, thicker, and he knew that it would stretch him in ways he had never experienced before. The other, with its sparkling jewel, was smaller and more delicate, but no less enticing.

"Mmmph," he whimpered, his voice muffled by the gag. He wanted to ask for your guidance, to let you choose for him, but he also knew that this was his reward, his moment to assert his desires.

After a few seconds of hesitation, he reached out and took the pink dildo, his fingers wrapping around the smooth, silicone shaft. It was heavier than he had expected, and he could feel the weight of it in his hand, the promise of the pleasure it would bring.

He looked up at you, his eyes wide and pleading, silently asking for permission, for your approval. He needed to know that he had made the right choice, that he was still worthy of your love and affection.

As you smiled down at him, nodding your approval, he felt a surge of excitement course through his body. He was ready for this, ready to experience the pleasure that only you could give him.

He laid back on the bed, his legs falling open in an invitation, a silent plea for you to take control, to guide him through this new experience. He trusted you, believed in you, and he knew that you would make this moment unforgettable.

With the gag still in place, he could only whimper and moan, his body already trembling with anticipation. He was yours, completely and utterly, and he was ready to embrace the pleasure that awaited him.

"Mmmph," he moaned, his voice a desperate plea for more. He wanted to feel you inside him, to be filled and stretched and claimed by you. He wanted to feel safe, to be your little girl. You stroked his ass. "On all fours, ass up, sweetheart."

Scott's body trembled with anticipation as he heard your command, his heart racing at the thought of what was to come. He wanted to please you, to show you just how obedient he could be, and he knew that this was his chance to prove himself.

With a soft whimper, he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, presenting his ass to you as you had requested. The cool air on his exposed skin made him shiver, and he could feel his hole clenching in anticipation.

He heard you move behind him, could sense your presence, and he waited, breath bated, for your touch. When your fingers finally brushed against his entrance, he let out a soft moan, his body arching into your hand, desperate for more.

You teased him, your fingers circling his hole, applying just enough pressure to make him squirm. He could feel his arousal growing, his cock twitching and hardening as you worked him over. He wanted to beg you for more, to demand that you fill him, but he knew that he had to be patient, to wait for your signal.

And then, just as he thought he couldn't take anymore, he felt the dildo pressing against his entrance. He braced himself, his muscles tensing, as you slowly pushed the toy inside him. The stretch was intense, but not painful, and he could feel every inch of the dildo as it slid deeper into his body.

"Mmmph," he moaned, his voice muffled by the gag. He could feel the weight of the toy inside him, the way it filled and stretched him, and he knew that he was exactly where he belonged.

As you began to move the dildo in and out, he could feel his body adjusting to the sensation, his walls clenching and relaxing around the toy. He loved the way it felt, the way it made him feel so full and complete.

He looked back at you over his shoulder, his eyes wide and pleading, silently begging for more. He wanted to be used, to be taken, to feel your dominance over him. And as you continued to fuck him with the dildo, he knew that he was getting exactly what he wanted, exactly what he needed.

You unfastened the gag. "Here, you can whimper and moan all you want, sweet girl." You smoothed his stockings and strapped the sleek black vibrator on his cute little leaking cock. "Now, just enjoy little one."

Scott gasped as the gag was removed, his mouth suddenly free to express all the whines and moans that had been building up inside him. He couldn't contain himself, letting out a series of high-pitched chirps and whimpers as you stroked his stockinged legs, the sensation sending shivers down his spine.

"Ahhh! Mmmph! Ohhh!" he cried out, his voice raspy and needy. The vibrations from the toy against his sensitive cock only heightened his pleasure, making him squirm and writhe under your touch.

He felt so vulnerable, so exposed, with the dildo buried deep inside him and the vibrator buzzing against his most intimate parts. But instead of feeling ashamed, he reveled in it - in being your plaything, your little girl to use and pleasure as you saw fit.

"Please, Miss! More, more!" Scott begged shamelessly, too far gone to care about his pride. "I need it, I need you!"

His hips bucked involuntarily, trying to grind against the vibrator. The dual sensations of fullness and stimulation were driving him crazy, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

"Ahhh! I'm... I'm gonna..." Scott panted, his face flushed and eyes rolling back. He was so close, teetering right on the brink of a mind-blowing climax.

But he hesitated, remembering his place. He couldn't cum without your permission.

"Please Miss, can I? Can I cum for you?" Scott whined desperately, looking back at you with big, pleading eyes. "I wanna be a good girl!"

"Do you, really ? Are you a good girl ? Develop your answer, sweetheart, I want a whole fucking essay." You stroked his white inner thighs.

Scott whimpered and squirmed under your touch, the sensation of your fingers gliding along his frilly stockings making his skin tingle with need. He wanted to be a good girl, wanted to please you in every way possible, but the temptation to let go and give in to the pleasure was almost too much to bear.

"Y-yes, Miss," he stammered, his voice breathy and high-pitched. "I want to be your good girl. I want to make you proud."

He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts, trying to find the right words to express the depth of his desire. "I know I've been bad, I know I've disobeyed you and caused trouble. But I'm trying, Miss. I'm trying so hard to be better, to be the perfect little girl you deserve."

Scott's hips twitched, the vibrator against his cock making it difficult to focus. But he pushed through the haze of pleasure, determined to prove himself to you.

"I want to be good for you, Miss," he continued, his voice growing stronger, more resolute. "I want to follow your rules, to do as I'm told, to make you happy. I know I'm not there yet, but I'm working on it. Every day, I'm trying to be the best version of myself, the version that deserves your love and affection."

He looked back at you, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Please, Miss. Tell me what I need to do to be your good girl. I'll do anything, endure anything, as long as it means I can please you. I just want to make you proud, to be the perfect little girl you see in me."

Scott's body trembled with the effort of holding back his orgasm, the vibrator pushing him to the brink. But he knew that he couldn't cum until he had your permission, until he had proven himself worthy of such a gift.

"I'm trying, Miss," he whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm trying so hard. Please, tell me I'm doing okay. Tell me I'm being a good girl."

You couldn’t resist how cute he was being. "Shh you’re a good girl. You can cum, sweet thing." You cooed kissing all over his face.

Scott felt a wave of relief wash over him as you praised him, your words like a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. He knew that he had done well, that he had pleased you, and the knowledge filled him with a sense of pride and accomplishment.

And then, when you gave him permission to cum, his body responded instantly. The coil of tension that had been building inside him for so long finally snapped, and he felt a rush of pleasure unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

"Ahhh! Oh god, Miss!" Scott cried out, his voice high and breathy as the orgasm crashed over him. His cock twitched and pulsed, the vibrator sending shockwaves of ecstasy through his entire body.

He could feel his cum spilling out onto the sheets, his hips jerking and twitching with each wave of pleasure. It seemed to go on forever, his body trembling and shaking as he rode out the most intense orgasm of his life.

Through it all, he could feel your lips on his face, your kisses soft and gentle, a contrast to the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. He knew that he was safe, that he was loved, and that he was exactly where he belonged.

As the orgasm finally began to subside, Scott collapsed forward onto the bed, his body limp and spent. He could feel your arms around him, holding him close, and he knew that he was home.

"Thank you, Miss," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Thank you for everything I’m sorry for being a brat earlier."

He knew that he would never be able to repay you for all that you had done for him, for all the love and care you had shown him. But he also knew that he would spend the rest of his life trying, that he would do anything and everything to make you happy.

Because that's what good girls do. That's what he was, and always would be - your perfect little girl, your devoted and loyal companion, ready and willing to serve you in any way you desired.

#hayden christensen #anakin skywalker #james kelly #sam monroe #scott barringer #stephen glass #clay beresford #don piper #kurt matheson #evie writes #scott barringer x reader #scott barringer x you #scott barringer smut #scott barringer imagine #clayton beresford #kinktober 2024 #kinktober

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cruel-seduction · 7 months ago

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His Personal Plaything

Content Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content, including themes of degradation, humiliation, and non-consensual situations involving exhibitionism. It features power dynamics and may include descriptions of acts that some readers may find disturbing or triggering. Reader discretion is advised.

Summary - You haven't paid rent for more than a month now, and you are two broke to pay rent. So when your roommate suggests an idea it is too tempting to decline.

The tension in the small apartment was thick as Ethan leaned back in his chair, his eyes cold and calculating as he stared at you. You could feel the weight of your joblessness, the eviction notice looming over your head, and the guilt gnawing at your insides. You hadn’t been able to pay rent for two months now, and you knew you were out of options.

"So, what are you going to do?" Ethan asked, his voice low, almost mocking.

You swallowed hard, your hands wringing in your lap as you shifted uncomfortably on the couch. "I... I’ll do anything," you whispered, the words barely audible, but they hung in the air like a noose tightening around your throat. "I just can’t afford it right now. Please."

His lips curled into a smirk, and you hated how it made your stomach twist, a mixture of fear and something darker you didn’t want to name. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he studied you with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

“Anything?” Ethan asked, drawing out the word slowly, his gaze darkening.

You nodded, feeling the desperation clawing at your chest. "Yes... anything."

He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Well," he said, his tone casual, almost as if he were discussing the weather, "how about this—I’ll forget about the rent for as long as you want. In return, you’ll be my personal little slut. You won’t have to pay a single dollar, but I get to use you whenever and however I want."

Your breath hitched, your heart pounding in your chest as the meaning of his words sank in. He leaned back again, watching you closely, his smirk widening as he waited for your reaction.

“I’m talking about free use,” Ethan continued, his voice dripping with amusement. "You’ll be my plaything, available to me whenever I feel like it. Watching a movie? I’ll fuck you. Cleaning the house? You better be ready when I come up behind you. Doesn’t matter what you're doing—you belong to me." He paused, letting the weight of his proposition settle in. "So, what do you say? Rent-free, in exchange for being my little whore."

There was a pause, the air thick with anticipation. You should’ve hesitated, should’ve felt disgusted, but the words came out of your mouth almost instantly.

"Yes," you said, your voice trembling. "I’ll do it."

As soon as the words left your mouth, Ethan's grin grew darker, more sinister. He reached down, gripping your chin tightly, forcing you to look up at him. His touch was rough, the pressure of his fingers bruising your skin.

“Good girl,” he murmured, the mocking praise sending a wave of humiliation through you. “I knew you’d see things my way. You’re going to make me proud, aren’t you? My little slut.”

You bit your lip, nodding slightly, already feeling your cheeks burn with a mixture of embarrassment and something else that you weren’t ready to confront.

****

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a single lamp casting shadows on the walls. You stood nervously in front of Ethan, the plush toy—a giant teddy bear—sitting innocently on the floor, its beady eyes watching you like a silent witness to what was about to unfold.

Ethan leaned back against the edge of the bed, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he studied you. “You know what I want you to do,” he said, his voice smooth and commanding, sending a shiver down your spine.

You swallowed hard, your heart racing as you felt the heat rise in your cheeks. “I-I don’t know if I can,” you stammered, the words barely escaping your lips.

“Stop pretending,” he said, his tone low and mocking. “You love this. You want to be my good girl, don’t you?”

You hesitated for a moment, the embarrassment washing over you, but deep down, a thrill of excitement surged through your veins. You could feel the heat pooling in your core, a desperate need awakening within you. Nodding slowly, you began to peel off your clothes, the fabric sliding against your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Ethan watched intently, his eyes darkening with desire as you stripped away your barriers. You tossed aside your shirt, exposing your bare skin to the cool air, and then slipped out of your pants, revealing the lace of your panties. The rush of vulnerability surged through you, a mix of exhilaration and apprehension as you stood before him, fully exposed.

“Good girl,” he purred, his voice dripping with condescension. “Now, get on your knees and grind on that toy like the little slut you are.”

You sank to your knees, the soft carpet cushioning your skin, but all you could think about was the plush toy waiting in front of you. The giant teddy bear seemed to loom larger than life, its fuzzy exterior inviting yet intimidating.

As you pressed your body against it, you felt a rush of heat enveloping you. You began to move, your hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles as you ground against the soft surface. The sensation was intoxicating, and you let out a small whimper, your body responding eagerly to the friction.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Ethan taunted, crossing his arms as he leaned closer, his voice laced with mockery. “I thought you wanted to please me. Show me how much you want it.”

You bit your lip, desperation clawing at you as you pushed yourself harder against the toy. You moved your hips in deeper, more frantic motions, letting out soft moans that filled the otherwise quiet room. The sound of your breathing mixed with the plush toy’s gentle resistance sent waves of pleasure coursing through you.

“That’s it, my little slut,” he continued, his voice a smooth whisper that made your heart race. “You’re nothing but a plaything for me. Look at you, humping that bear like a desperate little girl. How pathetic.”

Each degrading word stung, yet it fueled the fire within you, igniting a twisted sense of pleasure. You could feel your body responding to his words, your core tightening with each thrust.

“Do you feel good?” he asked, his eyes locked on you with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. “Tell me how much you love it.”

“Yes,” you gasped, your voice trembling as you pushed harder against the toy, your breaths becoming more ragged. “I love it. I love being your toy.”

“Good,” he replied, his smirk widening. “Now give that bear a good show. I want to hear you. I want to know how much of a little slut you can be.”

With his encouragement, you lost yourself in the moment. You ground harder, the plush toy becoming your only focus. Your body moved rhythmically, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure coursing through you. You could feel your cheeks flush, the humiliation mixing with overwhelming pleasure, turning your thoughts hazy.

“Look at you, getting off on a stupid teddy bear,” Ethan continued, his voice dripping with condescension. “You really are just a pathetic little slut, aren’t you?”

You nodded, the words flowing from your lips without hesitation. “Yes, I am. I’m your pathetic little slut.”

As you continued to move, the sound of your wetness filled the air, mixing with your desperate whimpers. The plush toy pressed against your core felt heavenly, and you couldn’t help but chase that high, pushing your body against it even harder.

“Come on, don’t hold back,” Ethan urged, his voice thick with lust. “Let everyone know how much you’re enjoying this. Moan for me.”

Your body responded to his command, and you couldn’t stop the loud, desperate cries that escaped your lips. You felt alive, your senses heightened, every thrust against the bear pushing you closer to the edge.

As you moved, you could see Ethan’s gaze glued to you, an undeniable sense of power radiating from him. The thrill of being completely exposed and degraded made you feel more alive than ever, and you let yourself fall deeper into the sensation.

“Now, make that bear your best friend,” he taunted, his voice low and sultry. “Show me just how much you need this.”

You lost yourself in the rhythm, grinding harder and moaning louder, the world outside fading away. The humiliation only heightened your pleasure, and as you pushed yourself to the limit, your body began to unravel, pleasure exploding within you as you found release.

You collapsed onto the toy, panting and breathless, your body trembling from the intensity of it all. Ethan’s laughter filled the room, and though you felt embarrassed, the rush of satisfaction lingered in the air.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice smooth and soothing, as he watched you with pride.

As you caught your breath, Ethan’s gaze was sharp, his interest piqued further as he leaned in, enjoying the sight of you sprawled on the floor, flushed and vulnerable. “You know, I think we can take this up a notch,” he said, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“Stand up,” he commanded, his voice firm. You scrambled to obey, your heart pounding in your chest as you felt his intense gaze on you. You could feel the fabric of your lacy panties and the remnants of your clothes clinging to your skin, a reminder of how exposed you truly were.

“Now,” he said, taking a step closer, “I want you to touch yourself. Show me how much you want this.”

The words sent a thrill through you, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement flooding your senses. You hesitated for a moment, but the urgency in his eyes compelled you to comply. With shaky hands, you reached up to your breasts, fingers brushing against the soft fabric of your bra before you squeezed them, your skin warming under your touch.

“Harder,” he instructed, his tone laced with authority. “I want to see you enjoy it.”

You obeyed, your fingers pressing down more firmly, pinching your nipples through the fabric. A soft moan escaped your lips, the sensation causing heat to bloom in your core. The pleasure mixed with humiliation as you felt his eyes scrutinising every move you made.

“Good girl,” he said, his voice low and approving. “Now, take off your bra. I want to see you bare for me.”

With a swift motion, you pulled the straps down and tossed the bra aside, your breasts exposed to him. The cool air brushed against your skin, heightening your senses as you instinctively cupped your breasts again, the weight of them feeling deliciously heavy in your palms.

Ethan took a step back, his gaze travelling over your body, appraising you like a piece of art. “I want you to pose for me,” he said, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Kneel down and arch your back, showing off that pretty body of yours. And don’t forget to squeeze those tits for me.”

You sank back onto your knees, the carpet pressing into your skin, and arched your back, pushing your breasts forward. You squeezed them gently, feeling the warmth of your own skin beneath your fingers. The combination of vulnerability and desire ignited a fire within you.

“Perfect,” Ethan said, pulling out his phone. “Now hold that pose while I take some pictures.”

You watched him through your lashes, feeling both exposed and empowered by his gaze. As he snapped photos, you could hear the shutter click, each sound echoing in the room, marking your submission. The humiliation intensified as you imagined what those pictures would reveal.

“Let’s make this a little more fun,” he said, scrolling through the images he’d just taken. “I want you to crawl on all fours now. You’re going to beg for permission before you can do anything else.”

You felt a rush of heat flood your cheeks, but the thrill of the challenge pushed you to comply. Slowly, you lowered yourself onto all fours, your heart racing as the carpet brushed against your palms and knees. You could feel the cool air against your skin, and the sensation was electrifying.

“Please, Ethan,” you said, your voice a soft whimper, “may I do something?”

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Not yet. You need to show me just how much you want it. I want you to grind against the floor, like you were with that toy. Show me what you can do.”

With a deep breath, you began to move, your hips rolling against the ground in slow, deliberate motions. Each grind sent waves of pleasure through your body, igniting your senses as you let the sensations take over. The humiliation of the position only fueled your desire, the pleasure mixing with the degradation in a heady mix.

“Look at you,” Ethan mocked, his voice dripping with condescension. “Such a little whore, begging for it on the floor. How pathetic.”

Your breath hitched at his words, the degradation washing over you in waves, intensifying the pleasure you felt. You pushed your hips down harder, grinding against the carpet, and moans escaped your lips, echoing in the quiet room.

“Now, let’s take some more pictures,” Ethan said, snapping more shots as you moved. “I want everyone to see just how desperate you are for this.”

The thought of him sharing these images made your cheeks burn with embarrassment, but the thrill only heightened your arousal. You felt alive, exposed, and completely his. Each sound, every click of the camera, made you acutely aware of your submission.

“Now,” he said, stepping closer again, “tell me how much you need this.”

“I need it so badly,” you replied, your voice trembling with desire. “Please, Ethan. I need you.”

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice smooth and sultry. “You’re mine to use, and you’re going to remember that.”

With that, you sank deeper into the sensations, your body responding eagerly to his words, ready to submit completely to his every command.

***

The next day you woke up, last night activities still fresh in your mind, heat pooled down your pussy but you shrugged that thought off and when you looked at the door you saw Ethan leaned against the doorframe, a playful smirk on his face as he watched you. The sunlight streamed through the open balcony doors, casting a warm glow that heightened your awareness of every inch of your skin. You could feel your heart racing, a mix of excitement and trepidation coursing through your veins.

“Let’s make this interesting,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “Why don’t you change out there, on the balcony? Where everyone can see you?”

Your breath hitched in your throat, a rush of heat flushing your cheeks at the thought. “Are you serious?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

“Absolutely. Put on something that shows off that pretty body of yours. Something revealing.” His eyes sparkled with mischief, igniting a thrill deep within you.

Nervously, you turned to your wardrobe, your hands shaking slightly as you rummaged through your clothes. Finally, you settled on a lacy, sheer top that left little to the imagination and a tiny skirt that barely covered anything at all. As you slipped off your shirt, the cool air brushed against your bare skin, amplifying every sensation. You could feel Ethan's intense gaze on you, the way it roamed over your body, igniting a fire within.

“Come on, don’t be shy. I want to see you in it,” he encouraged, his tone thick with anticipation.

With a shaky breath, you pulled the sheer top over your head, the fabric clinging to your curves like a lover’s caress. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror—a mix of vulnerability and excitement radiating from your reflection.

“Now the skirt, and bra” Ethan urged, his voice a command that made your pulse quicken.

With trembling fingers, you unzipped your shorts, letting them fall to the floor. The anticipation of being exposed sent shivers down your spine. You stepped into the skirt, its fabric sliding over your hips, and unhooked your bra slowly taking it off and took a deep breath as you stepped out onto the balcony.

The sunlight enveloped you, and you felt a rush of exhilaration and vulnerability as you turned to face Ethan. He stood just inside, framed by the doorway, a king watching his obedient subject. “Now, bend over,” he commanded, his voice firm yet laced with something more—a promise of pleasure and humiliation.

Your heart raced, and a thrill of anxiety mixed with excitement washed over you. “Out here?” you asked, glancing over your shoulder.

“Exactly. Let them see how obedient you are. Call out for me, let them know who you belong to,” he replied, his smirk widening.

With your heart pounding, you leaned over the railing, exposing yourself to the world beyond. The rush of fresh air against your skin heightened your senses, making your cheeks flush with both embarrassment and exhilaration. You could almost hear the distant sounds of life below, and the thought of being watched sent a jolt of electricity through your body.

“Louder,” Ethan urged, stepping closer, his eyes never leaving your form. “I want them to hear you. Tell me how much you need this.”

“Please, Ethan,” you called out, your voice trembling with a mixture of shame and need. “I need you. Please use me.

You knelt before Ethan, your heart pounding in your chest, the air thick with tension and expectation. His eyes were locked on you, a mix of lust and amusement playing on his face as you hesitated for just a moment, nerves fluttering in your stomach.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Ethan taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. “You’re already down there so why don’t you use your mouth for a better purpose .”

With the weight of his gaze bearing down on you, you felt a surge of humiliation wash over you, pushing you to action. You leaned forward, your palms resting on his thighs, feeling the heat radiating from his body. You could sense the openness of the balcony behind you, the thrill of potential onlookers adding to the intoxicating mixture of fear and desire.

As you unbuttoned Ethan's jeans, the sound echoed in the quiet afternoon air, making your heart race even faster. You felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet there was a strange thrill in it. The zipper slid down, and you hesitated for a heartbeat before pulling his jeans and boxers down, revealing him completely.

Ethan’s cock stood hard and ready, and you couldn’t help but swallow hard at the sight. You leaned closer, your breath brushing against him, the warmth of your mouth enticing and inviting. Ethan smirked, leaning back slightly, clearly enjoying the show.

“Just like that,” he encouraged, his voice low and commanding. “Take your time. Show me how much you want this.”

You nodded slightly, opening your mouth and wrapping your lips around the head of his cock. A soft gasp escaped your lips as you took him in, the taste of him filling your mouth. It felt overwhelming, and the mixture of precum and desire made you moan softly around him.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Ethan groaned, his hands finding their way to your hair, fingers tangling in your locks as he guided you further down his length. You closed your eyes, focusing on the sensation of him filling your mouth, the pressure building as you tried to accommodate him.

The sounds of the street below drifted into your awareness, adding to the thrill of the moment. The thought that anyone could see you made your cheeks flush with heat, amplifying your submission.

“Let’s see how well you can take it,” Ethan taunted, thrusting his hips slightly, pushing deeper into your mouth. You fought the urge to gag, focusing on your breathing, trying to relax as he slid further down your throat.

“No talking,” he interjected, his tone firm yet dripping with desire. “Just keep going. I want to see you enjoy this.”

With that, you surrendered to the moment, focusing on the rhythm of your movements. You started to bob your head, taking him in deeper, feeling the pressure build in your throat. The sounds of Ethan’s moans filled the air, and the sight of his pleasure made your stomach twist with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

“God, you’re amazing,” he groaned, thrusting his hips slightly as he encouraged you to take more. “You’ve got no idea how hot you look right now.”

You could feel yourself blushing even harder at his praise, the thrill of being used only adding to the sensations coursing through your body. You pushed yourself harder, your tongue swirling around him as you took him deeper, each movement fueled by the desire to please him.

“Just a little more,” Ethan urged, his voice thick with lust. “I want to see you really take it.”

You nodded, determination fueling you as you pushed yourself to your limits. As you sank down further, you felt the familiar sting of tears prick at your eyes, but the rush of adrenaline only spurred you on. You wanted to please him, to give in completely to the humiliation and power play that consumed the room.

With a final thrust, Ethan buried himself deep in your mouth, groaning loudly as you felt him pulse against your tongue. You held your breath, fighting the urge to pull back as he let go, the heat of him spilling into your mouth.

“Fuck, yes,” he breathed, watching you with a mix of satisfaction and dominance. “You’re incredible.”

You pulled back slowly, gasping for air, your heart racing from the mix of humiliation and exhilaration. As you looked up at him, his expression was one of complete satisfaction, and in that moment, you knew you’d just crossed another line into submission. And this was just the beginning.

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slut4sugu · 4 months ago

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MY LOVE— zayne x black!fem reader

includes: tooth rotting fluff, zayne being an absolute gentleman, black!femreader, establish relationship (duh), shy & insecure reader

summary: zayne being an absolute husband and reassuring you in looking for wedding dresses <3

a/n: i've been playing love & deepspace lately and omg..just expect more zayne content from here on out

definition of his gaze softened; When you stepped out from behind the pure white curtain, the sudden exposure felt more revealing, more vulnerable, than if you had been naked. It was a different kind of nakedness—a nakedness of the soul, laid bare before his loving gaze. The soft light filtering through the sheer fabric seemed to illuminate not just your pretty brown skin, but the very essence of you, the hopes and dreams that resided within.

"You look absolutely stunning, my love," he breathed, his voice a low, reverent whisper that sent shivers down your spine, each word a gentle caress. His eyes, dark and warm like melted chocolate, held you captive, reflecting the soft light and the blossoming emotion in your own. They weren’t just seeing you; they were seeing you, truly seeing the woman beneath the dress, the woman he loved.

You caught your reflection in a nearby golden floor-length mirror, its ornate frame a blur compared to the focused intensity of his gaze. But it was his reflection in your eyes, the love shining there, that truly held your attention, anchoring you to this moment.

The off-the-shoulder floor-length dress was beautiful, a cascade of ivory silk that pooled around your feet, the flowy train whispering against the polished floor like a sigh. It made you feel like royalty, yes, the fabric smooth against your skin, the weight of it a comforting embrace. But something felt amiss. A fleeting insecurity flickered – a worry about the fit around your waist, a whisper of self-doubt about whether you’d truly done justice to the exquisite design.

But the overwhelming joy of the impending wedding, the promise of forever with this man, quickly pushed those thoughts aside, like clouds scattering before the sun. He saw the subtle shift in your expression, the almost imperceptible tightening of your lips, the way your fingers nervously traced the delicate lace edging of the dress.Rising from the plush sofa, its velvet cushions yielding beneath him, Zayne moved towards you with a quiet grace, his movements fluid and purposeful.

"Angel," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm, a low rumble that vibrated through the air between you, "what is it? Are you uncomfortable?" His honeyed tone, usually so effective at calming your anxieties, couldn't quite reach the deeper current of uncertainty you felt, the quiet hum of self-consciousness that threatened to disrupt the perfect harmony of the moment.

His gaze softened, a wave of tenderness washing over his features as he took in your hesitant stance. His gaze met yours in the mirror, and the vulnerability in his eyes mirrored your own, a silent understanding passing between you. You almost swallowed the words, afraid to burden him with your insecurities, afraid of breaking the spell of the moment.

This was the third dress, after all, and you didn't want to seem difficult or demanding. But the need to share this fragile moment with him, to be truly seen and understood, overrode your hesitation. Your dark curls obstructing his view of your eyes. "It's just… I don't feel…right," you whispered, the words barely audible, a breath against the silence. They felt inadequate to express the complicated mix of emotions swirling within you, the feeling of not quite measuring up to the image in your head.

A beat of silence hung in the air, thick with unspoken emotion, before Zayne gently turned you to face him. His hands, warm and reassuring, cupped your face, his thumbs softly caressing your cheekbones, his touch gentle as a butterfly's wing.

"Darling," he began, his voice filled with tenderness and unwavering love, "if this dress doesn't feel like you, if it doesn't make you feel the way you deserve to feel—radiant, breathtaking, mine—then we'll keep searching. We'll search until we find the one that makes your soul sing, the one that reflects the incredible woman you are." He leaned in, his breath warm against your glossed lips, the scent of his cologne filling your senses, and pressed a soft, lingering kiss, not just to the corner of your mouth, but a slow, deliberate press of his lips that spoke volumes of his affection.

"Because what matters most is how you feel. You are the only thing I see, the only thing that truly matters."Tears welled in your eyes, blurring his handsome features, as you gazed up lovingly at your dark-haired fiancé, your heart overflowing with love and gratitude. You took his hands in yours gently, your fingers interlacing with his.

"Okay," you whispered, a small, watery smile gracing your lips, "but do you have anything else you need to—"

Cutting you off with another sweet, tender kiss, Zayne pulled back softly, his forehead resting on yours, his eyes locking with yours. "You are my only plans for tonight, my love," he assured once more, his voice a low murmur filled with sincerity. "You are my only plan, always."

#! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ kam.writes!#lds zayne #zayne love and deepspace #love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #lads zayne #lads x reader #lads fluff #love and deep space #lads x y/n #lads x you #zayne lads #zayne l&ds #zayne x reader #love and deepspace zayne #l&ds zayne

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arixella · 20 days ago

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Sanji's Depature: In The Heat of Battle

╰┈➤ pairing: Sanji x female! reader

a/n: probably last part idk??

summary: Amidst the chaos of Big Mom's forces attacking, you and Sanji are caught in a tense battle, both emotionally and physically. Sanji’s actions have caused a rift between you, but when you both face a common enemy, your bond resurfaces. As the two of you fight together, you remind him that you’re a team and that you’ll never give up on him, no matter what. Amid the rain and relentless attack, you prove that your bond as a crew and as partners is unbreakable.

wc: 1.2k

contains: angst, emotional conflict, (whole cake spoiler)

pt. 1 pt.2 pt.3 pt. 4

The rain continued to fall in torrents, mingling with the clamor of chaos around you. Big Mom’s army descended upon the clearing, their shouts and weapons tearing through the storm. Pudding’s laughter echoed in your ears as the memory of her betrayal replayed over and over.

Your grip tightened around your weapon as you braced yourself. Sanji stood a few paces away, poised in a defensive stance. He hadn’t looked at you since the fight broke out, but you could feel his gaze darting your way every time an attack came close.

“Stay out of my way, Sanji,” you growled, blocking an incoming strike and countering with swift precision.

He dodged a projectile aimed for your side, his voice tight. “You’ll get yourself killed.”

“And whose fault is that?” you snapped, spinning to face him. The anger in your tone was impossible to miss. “If you’d just talked to me—trusted me—none of this would be happening!”

Sanji’s jaw tightened, his eyes shadowed beneath the rain and the dim glow of the battlefield. “It’s not that simple.”

“Of course, it is!” you shouted, your frustration bubbling over as you deflected another attack. “You’ve been lying to everyone, including yourself, because you think you’re the only one who can fix this. Newsflash, Sanji—you’re not!”

Before he could reply, a massive brute charged toward you, swinging a spiked club. You raised your weapon to block, but Sanji moved faster, his foot catching the assailant square in the chest. The force sent the brute flying, but Sanji didn’t turn to face you.

“Stop interfering!” you yelled, your voice cracking.

“I’m not letting you die here!” he shot back, his tone sharper than you’d ever heard.

You froze for a moment, caught off guard by the intensity of his words. But then the anger returned, stronger than before.

“I’m not the one throwing my life away!” you retorted, stepping closer despite the chaos surrounding you.

His eyes finally locked onto yours, a storm of emotions swirling within them. “Don’t make this harder than it already is,” he said, his voice low but desperate.

You shook your head, your hands trembling as you pointed your weapon at the next wave of attackers. “It’s supposed to be hard, Sanji! That’s what being part of a crew—a family—means! You don’t get to decide for us what we’re willing to fight for!”

His expression faltered for a split second, and you pressed on, your voice softening.

“You think you’re protecting us by pushing us away, but all you’re doing is hurting yourself—and us.”

He looked down, rain dripping from his hair as his fists clenched at his sides. “You don’t understand—”

“No, you don’t understand!” you cut him off, stepping closer. “We love you, Sanji. I love you. And I’m not leaving you here to suffer alone.”

The words hung between you, raw and unfiltered. Sanji’s breath hitched, and for a moment, the battlefield seemed to fade into the background. The world outside of you two became a blur of rain and chaos, the only thing clear was the aching truth between you.

“I don’t deserve that,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the storm.

“Yes, you do,” you said firmly, your heart breaking at the sight of his anguish. “And I’ll keep reminding you until you believe it.”

Another attack came barreling toward you, but this time, you and Sanji moved in perfect sync. His kicks and your strikes created a whirlwind of defense, fending off the onslaught together. Each of his movements were fluid, precise, as if his very soul had merged with the rhythm of your fight. You could feel the connection between you both—no longer enemies, no longer separated by misunderstandings. You were partners in this battle, partners in life.

When the dust settled and the immediate danger passed, you turned to him, breathless but unwavering. “I’m not giving up on you, Sanji. Not now, not ever.”

He looked at you, something fragile and raw flickering in his eyes. But before he could respond, another wave of enemies approached, forcing you both back into the fight.

Each new wave seemed worse than the last—Big Mom’s forces relentless in their pursuit. The battlefield was a blur of blades, shouts, and the constant deluge of rain. But amid the chaos, you never took your eyes off Sanji. You could feel his presence beside you, even as you fought fiercely to protect each other.

Every time he moved, it felt like the world slowed for just a second, as if the universe was giving you both time to breathe. His strikes were sharp, his movements calculated. There was no hesitation now, no uncertainty. He was fighting for you—for the crew—for the family. And you, in turn, fought for him.

As the storm continued to rage, you found yourselves facing off against a particularly monstrous opponent, towering and brutish. Sanji took a step forward, readying for his next attack. But this time, you stepped in front of him, your voice hard and determined.

“I’ve got this,” you said, lifting your weapon high.

Sanji’s hand shot out, gripping your arm. “No—let me—”

But you shook your head, staring him down. “We’ve been fighting together all this time, Sanji. Now it’s my turn to protect you.”

His expression faltered, eyes flashing with conflict, but before he could argue, you lunged forward, landing a powerful blow to the enemy’s head. The monster staggered, giving you just enough time to strike again, bringing it down with one final swing.

The enemy collapsed with a thud, and the sound of their defeat echoed in the clearing. You turned to Sanji, panting, heart pounding in your chest.

“That’s how it’s done,” you said, offering him a slight smirk.

Sanji blinked, disbelief in his eyes, but then his lips curled into a reluctant grin. “You’re crazy.”

“You love it,” you shot back, already pivoting to face the next wave.

Even amidst the chaos, one thing was clear—you weren’t leaving without him. Not this time. You were more than just a crew. You were family. And together, you could overcome anything.

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bgbu · 9 months ago

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Catching the BG3 Companions Reading The Quarta Sune - Astarion Edition

Hello!! I haven't posted on tumblr in, deadass, almost a decade...so pls be kind :)

content warnings: 18+, piv, unprotected sex, choking

pairing: f!reader x Astarion

word count: 1600

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“What are you reading my love?”

Your usually alert elf shudders, his surprise evident for only a second before the bravado settles back into his charming smirk as he tries to subtly move the book from his lap off to the side. “Why hello Darling! I thought you’d be several hours out still? No orphans you felt compelled to save from burning buildings this afternoon?” He leans back, slyly trying to push the book farther off to the side as he sprawls his legs and pushes himself back into his elbows.

“I’m afraid not. Gale actually tripped over a fallen tree, so I walked him back to camp while Karlach and Lae’zel said they’d keep hunting for dinner.” You chuckle at your clumsy wizard friend as you sit down to unlace your boots and toss a glance over to Astarion who has his fangs bared wide in his massive smile, his eyes gleaming with water as laughter bursts from his chest and a tear breaks loose and rolls down his cheek. His laughter breaks your own composure, and you join in on his giggles. The little green book on the tent floor catches your eye again as you put your plan into motion. You lurch forward onto all fours and slink the short distance to where your rogue is propped up on the other side of the tent. With a feline sway you wiggle your way over to him until you hover over his legs, holding his crimson gaze. You lunge for the book and sit back into your hips, locking his feet in place, and he lets out a light gasp at your deception.

“My dear it is nothing really, I-”

“I believe you Star, but you know it wouldn’t be embarrassing if you were reading it, right?”

The Quarta Sune is full of sensual and sexual knowledge, the dogeared page it is open to in your hands includes a diagram of the “Underdark Choke” as well as a recipe for an aphrodisiac oyster stew.

“Well, I…in light of recent events I…ugh darling” he trails off, but you bring your hand up to cup his cheek and trail your finger around his jaw to lift up his chin as you scooch farther forward into his lap. You make your voice soft as you purr, “Star you’re reclaiming your life and your body for the first time in centuries. My love, there is no shame in using whatever tools and information you can find to help you find what you are and aren’t comfortable with.”

He sighs deeply, staring at you through ruby red eyes gleaming with emotion before you lean forward to give him a quick peck on the cheek. You begin to push off on your arms to give him some space, but his long fingers quickly reach out for your belt loops to pull you up into his chest with a small purr of approval reverberating through his chest.

“Well, my dear, since you have offered your sickeningly compassionate support for my journey perhaps you’ll indulge me in a brief exercise of…oh how should I put it?” His fingertip barely brushes your collarbone as he whispers into your ear, his cheeky grin audible, “Exploration?”

You shiver involuntarily as his breath tickles your ear and he chuckles in a sultry tone, “Is that a ‘yes’ my sweet?”

“Anything for you dear.”

“How delicious!!”

Astarion quickly flips you over his side as he rolls onto you, now straddling your lap with both cool hands holding your wrists against the bedroll. He lets go for a moment to toss his flowing shirt over his head in one fell swoop before he hungrily begins to unlace your bodice while he gently grinds his hips down into yours. You sit up to assist him in removing your bodice over your head and he firmly pushes your shoulders back into the bedroll, a low growl rising in his throat as watches your breasts bounce with the impact. You don’t even have time to run your fingers through his pearly locks before he peels the trousers off your legs with speed before stripping his own legs bare.

You let out a soft whimper as his length springs free. “Now, now little pup, so eager already? My research has told me that slow, deliberate movements can improve the quality of our escapades. Shall we verify?” His red eyes glimmer in anticipation as a confident smirk tugs his lips to the side just enough to reveal one sparkling white fang. You eagerly nod as he kneels at your feet, moving at a snail’s pace as you feel him exhale softly across the skin of your thighs while he slowly uses his free hand to part your thighs. He slinks up your legs and stops his head right below your now damp center. You feel his hot breath fan across your core, the stimulation drawing a small whine from your mouth as you clench the bedroll on either side of your body.

He chuckles softly and draws himself even farther up your body, as he pushes comfortably onto his side, using one arm to prop his head up and the other to wrap tightly around your waist, tilting you onto your side so you can feel his cool, smooth chest push into your back. He softly kisses up your shoulder as you turn to expose your neck, pulse beating fast and hard beneath the delicate skin of your throat. Astarion skates his hand up from your waist to palm the soft flesh of your breasts eliciting another moan from your lips as you push your butt back against him. He huskily grunts into your ear, “On all fours please my little lamb, I’d like to try something.”

You oblige, extending your back into a stretch and wiggling your ass in the air. You expect a small smack, as would typically come from your vamp in a situation like this. Instead, you feel both of his hands wrap firmly around your waist, sliding back to softly claw your hip bones.

“Do you trust me darling?”

“Yes my love.”

He purrs in approval as he pushed his cock against your clothed mound, creating just enough friction to make you moan. He gently backs up and slides your underwear down to your knees; you sharply breathe in through your teeth as the cool evening air makes you more aware of your warm, wet core begging for attention. Astarion slowly leans back into you, making you whine as you feel his wet tip caress your folds. His left hand slides up the curve of your ass to rest on your lower back, while his right hand journeys farther up your spine, curving around your shoulder, and softly wrapping around your throat. You gasp softly as he applies gentle, but firm pressure to your neck as you get a headrush from the pressure.

“Excellent darling, shall we reward you for being such a good little pet?”

You let out a ragged moan and buck your hips to rub his cock against your opening forcing a guttural moan from the vampire’s chest.

His hand leaves your back to slowly guide his shaft into your wetness and his grip on your neck tightens ever so slightly; you moan as you feel his length slowly filling you up; you cry out as he reaches his hilt as his balls lightly press against your folds. His hand returns to your lower back as he deliberately pulls back and you feel the pressure release from where he was just filling you completely. You try to push back onto him, but his hands are holding you firmly in place.

“Tut tut little lamb, we’re going to be slow and deliberate yes?”

He mercifully stops just short of pulling out entirely, before he pushes back into you; you try to moan, but his grip around your throat leaves you gasping in pleasure. He continues moving in and out of you at a leisurely pace that makes you both hyperaware of every inch of his cock while he continues to fuck you. His hand leaves your lower back as he wraps it around your waist and pulls you into his lap, so you sink down onto his cock. You let out a stifled scream of pleasure as he leans back and you move your legs and feel your knees drive into the soft fur of the bedroll. His hand loosens up on your neck as he focuses his strength into quickening, powerful thrusts as he holds your waist in place with his free hand. You can feel the hot energy twisting the pit of your stomach with excitement and pleasure as his thrust become harder and faster.

“Star-” you choke out his name, but he cuts you off, panting harshly as he thrusts into you hard as ever, and you can feel his length begin to twitch inside you.

“Come for me darling.”

His deep hoarse voice sends you flying over the edge as you feel yourself shudder and come undone as he lets out a loud groan and you feel the warm pulse of his orgasm mix with yours, both of you shivering with stimulation until you finally feel him slip out of you; leaving the wet pleasure to drip from your core down your thighs as you collapse backwards into your rogue’s awaiting arms. He lets out a soft chuckle as he kisses your temple and rubs up and down your side.

You sit silently for a few moments, just enjoying his cool body as you glisten with sweat from your passionate exchange.

“Star?”

“Yes love?”

“Have I told you I find your interest in literature rather charming?”

He scoffs, failing to hide his amusement behind his eye roll. “Perhaps we should start a book club?”

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siren-serenity · 1 year ago

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i just wanna kiss you

characters: roronoa zoro, gn!reader (nami, luffy, usopp, sanji included!!! straw hat crew for life!! :D) warnings: fluff, takes place in east blue arc, drunk kiss (consensual) a/n: - feedback is appreciated!

"Y/N!"

You heard your name being yelled out in a drunken slur. Popping your head out the window, you watched with amusement as Nami attempted to drag a stumbling Usopp and Zoro back onto the Going Merry. Usopp's limbs were tripping over one another while Zoro kept attempting to get out of her iron grip.

"Gonna help me or what?" Nami raised an eyebrow upon noticing you. You shrugged, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

"I don't know, looks like you got everything under control."

"Y/NNNNN!" Luffy giggled, stretching his arms inhumanly long and then rocketed himself into your open arms. You let out a grunt, stumbling backward as your arms wrapped around Luffy's body. His body was strangely smooth, not that you expected less given that your captain was a literally a rubber man. He broke you out of your rambling thoughts by rubbing his cheek against yours. "Zoro and Usopp are superrrrr drunk!"

"Am not!" Usopp interjected before tripping over his feet and falling flat on his face. He let out a painful groan, causing Luffy to leap off you and help him up. "Shishishi, yes you are!"

"Y/N," A low murmur of your name made you spin around. Low and behold, Zoro stood before you, a deep, dark red blush on his tanned cheeks. His arms stretched forward and you obliged, tugging him into a hug. His well-built chest collided with yours and he placed his head in the crook of your collarbone, breathing slowly. Your vision was covered by his bright green hair, spiky up in a messy fashion.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Hey, love. Drank a bit too much?"

"Mmph," He grunted, protesting against your words. "It's nothing. Like usual. The usual amount."

Nami scoffed, raising an eyebrow. "Usual? If I recall correctly, you challenged Usopp to a drinking competition."

"Yeah, and I won," To spite her even further, Zoro gave her a glare before it was covered up by his yawn. "Beat that, Usopp."

"Usopp can't even say a single word, you stupid moss head," Sanji rolled his eyes, a hand helping Usopp up before slinging it over his shoulders. With a wave to everyone else and a 'Goodnight, especially to you, my dear Nami!', Sanji disappeared around the corner of the Going Merry with a stumbling Usopp in tow.

Luffy laughed, waving enthusiastically.

"It's bedtime! Night, everyone!!" He grinned, skipping away. Nami followed him, sighing heavily and murmuring 'At least they're all in one piece and alive...'

Zoro's chilly hands dragged themselves up and down your bare side leisurely. It left frigid trails in its wake and you shivered.

"Love, you're freezing!" You frowned, placing a hand on his cheeks. Zoro's eyes were half-lidded and he only sleepily nuzzled himself into your hand. "Let's go in."

"No."

Raising an eyebrow, you stared him down. "You're freezing, and you don't want to go in."

"No..." He grumbled, pulling back to stare you in the eye. "I just want..."

"Want what?"

A rare blush crawled onto his face. You let out a tiny chuckle, enjoying moments like this when Zoro was emotionally vunerable.

His hands trailed to your back and secured themselves there, barely brushing the waistband of your shorts. His fingers were cold, frigid to the touch yet they left a blaze of heat against your skin.

"Mhmm...I just want to..." Zoro's eyes were half-lidded but clouded over with a haze of love. Despite the cool ocean breeze, a blush burned onto your cheeks. "May I kiss you?"

Your hand cradled his chin, brushing a thumb against his lower lip. He swallowed audibly. "You never need to ask, my love."

"The idiot cook told me consent was important," He shrugged and before a second had passed, he tugged you closer, smashing your lips together. Your hands hung loosely around his neck and your steps shuffled backward before your back bumped against the railings of the Going Merry. Zoro braced his hands on your hips, gripping them to the point that you know that bruises would form tomorrow.

(He would smile the next morning, laying on his back lazily but with a satisfied grin on his face as he admired the numerous bruises left on your body. Bruises that complimented and matched the ones you left on him. He was yours and you were his.)

"Zoro..." You breathed out breathlessly when he pulled back for oxygen. He panted, heaving his chest up and down. You resisted the urge to run your hands all over his muscular chest and those pecs..."That was-"

Zoro licked his lips, grinning.

"Want more?"

You tugged his open collar and jerked him closer to you. With centimeters just between your lips, you smirked. The swordsman's smile slowly crept into a more mischevious one, matching yours.

"Hell yeah."

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pitchsidestories · 2 years ago

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You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare II Ali Krieger x Mewis!Reader

masterlist I word count: 2599

The heat of the day was gone, and it started to cool down in New Jersey. The breeze made you shiver, so did the words of Ali Krieger with whom you had a love affair for the past weeks: “Y/n, you’re 13 years younger than me and I just go through a separation from my wife.” “Ali.”, you tried to soothe her doubting face. Sadness lay in the eyes of the defender while she was looking at you: “I can’t do that.” “But you kissed me first and you said that it meant something to you.”, the hurt in your voice was undeniable.

Regret was shimmering through her words: “I shouldn’t have done that. You’re way too young for me.” “I’m not that young, Ali.”, you interjected. Eyerolling Ali countered: “You’re 26.” “Yes, which makes me an adult.”, you protested. Softly the older woman replied:” I know you’re.”

This didn’t change the fact that you were 13 years younger than her, this much you both knew. The defender made very clear that it was time to end the thing whatever you two had going on before anyone could get too hurt. So, you decided:” I should go.”

Meanwhile Ali’s daughter Sloane was standing right behind you and interrupted your talk, with big eyes she pleaded:” Don’t go, you promised me a good night story.” “No, she’s right. She should go.”, the dark-haired woman declared. The toddler looked disappointed at her mother: ”But-“ “It’s okay, Sloane. Maybe, we’ll do that another time in the future.” , you reassuringly hugged the little girl.

Audibly Ali cleared her throat: “Goodbye, I hope I’ll see you soon.” “We play in the same team, so I guess we can’t avoid seeing each other.”, you reminded her. Nervously the older woman went through her hair with one hand: “Yes, sure.” “Bye.”, you waved at them. “Goodbye.”

Were those tears shimmering in her beautiful brown eyes? But weren’t you the one who was allowed to grieve the possibility of what you two could have become when she ended it? Confused you left the home of the woman who broke your heart.

A worried Sloane looked up to her mother:” Why do you look so sad, momma?” “I’m not. I just have a hard decision to make. But it’s bad time for you now.”, Ali tried to shrug it off. “No.”, the toddler whined. “Yes, come on.”, the defender’s lips curled up into a tired smile as she knew all too well that her daughter would be soon asleep by the time her small head hit her pillow.

“Ali! Lynn! Doesn’t my little sister look super hot in this outfit?“, Kristie Mewis yelled a week later at Gothams next NWSL game. It has become kind of a ritual that the players took pictures of their outfits before the games for social media. You stood in front of the camera, rolling your eyes at your older sister; “Kristie, stop it.“ “Just admit that I picked it out for you!“, she protested with a laugh. You objected, frowning; “I picked it out. You just lend me the clothes!“ “I picked it out!“, Kristie insisted again. You could easily forget that she was the older one. “Whoever did it, I’m sure every queer woman would be happy to unpack her.“, Lynn interrupted your discussion with a wink.

Ali who stood next to her, waiting for her turn to be photographed, said flatly; “What’s there to unpack? She’s barely wearing anything.“ You could feel your cheeks heat with anger. Before you could answer, Kristie looked at the defender; “Don’t be mean, Ali. It’s a cute fit.“ She gave you a proud smile while Ali shrugged; “It’s true, Kristie.“ Your sister deliberately ignored her negative comments and walked up to you; “Come here. Let’s take some sister photos together to send to Sammy.“ “Sammy will pout forever about the fact that she wasn’t included in this picture.“, you reminded Kristie and immediately smiled at the thought of your other sister who currently played in Kansas. Kristie grinned into the camera; “Let’s be honest, she probably would have ruined it.“ “Still, you know her.“ “Yes, I do.“, she rolled her eyes.

You had taken a quick selfie with Kristie too and texted it to Sam. Now you held up your phone in Kristies face; “Told you. She’s already pouting in her text messages. We need to send her a good snack for when she’s doing her next podcast episode to make up for it.“ “Trust me, she’ll survive.“, Kristie replied with a dismissive wave of her hand. Lynn nodded in agreement; “Yeah, she’s already busy with other things. Sammy will forget about that photo by tomorrow.“ As her podcast partner, Lynn always knew what Sam was up to. “Yeah, you two are probably right.“, you shrugged but sent your sister in Kansas a heart emoji anyway. “We are. Believe us.“, Kristie winked.

After the match Ali was standing next to your locker, arms crossed in front of her chest: “Where do you think you’re going with this outfit?” “I’m going out.”, you shrugged with your shoulders. Although her reaction fuelled your anger. She did not have a right to react jealous. Curiously she asked: “Out? With whom?” “Oh, just with Kristie and some other teammates.”, you replied nonchalantly.

Bitterly the defender answered:” Go and have fun then.” Innocently smiling Kristie intervened: “Isn’t Ashlyn looking after your kids tonight? Come on, Ali. You should join us.” “I don’t think Ali is interested in partying with us.”, you told her. Much to both of your surprise the captain of the team replied:” You know what? Why not? I got nothing else to do.” “Great, this is going to be so much fun.”, your older sister chirmed. A small smile lightened up Alis whole face: “I’m sure it will be.” “We’ll see about that.”, you whispered frustrated.

The club Kristie chose was new and trendy and settled in Manhattan. The music was good, and you and your teammates enjoyed the night out. A stranger came up to you: “Hi, can I get you a drink?” She looked pretty and you could not help but to nod along: “Sure.” “No.”, Ali interrupted the talk between the two of you. “No? I think I can decide that on my own.”, you huffed. Determined the defender shook her head: “No, you can’t.” With these words she took your hand and walked off with you.

Furiously you glanced at her: “Seriously, what the fuck Ali?” “What? It’s impolite. You’re out with us.”, she pointed out. Annoyed with her actions you scoffed: We both know that’s not why you did it.” “Maybe not. But that doesn’t matter. The others don’t have to know.”, Ali admitted. “Don’t worry, Kristie doesn’t know with whom I spent my summer.”, you disclosed. The mentioning of your older sister made the dark-haired woman smile in amusement:” “Kristie doesn’t seem to be bothered anyway. She’s on the phone with her girlfriend.” “And where are Kelley and Lynn?”, you couldn’t help but to ask. While Ali took you on to the dance floor without asking you: “At the bar.” “Oh.”

“Come on. You should have some fun.”, she smirked. As you were starting to move to the music you wanted to know from her:” Are you enjoying your parenting free night?” “I do.”, with that said you could feel her hands placed around your hips. You tried to keep your tone light: “That’s great.” “But I do miss them.”, the older woman answered. A sigh escaped your lips:“I miss them too to be honest.” “They miss you too.” Surprised you looked at her:”Really?” “Sure. You’ve met them quite a few times.”, Ali replied while her fingers touched your naked skin which made you shiver. Secretly you hated that your body still reacted to her like this.

Apparently, she had also noticed your reaction because she quickly pulled her hand away. “Yes, that’s true.“, you replied, trying to ignore what had just happened. Ali furrowed her eyebrows, looking at you intently; “Are you okay?“ “Yes, I’m fine… I think I’ll go home now.“, you explained, turning away from her. “Already?“ “Yes. Good night, Ali.“

You took your bag and were about to leave when you suddenly felt her hand close around your wrist. “Let me bring you home. Your sister obviously isn’t going to.“, Ali decided rather than offered. You followed her gaze to Kristie, who stood off to the side with her phone pressed to her ear and giggled about something her girlfriend must have said. “We should not interrupt her when she’s talking to her girlfriend.“, you had to admit. Ali finally let go of your hand; “I’m sure the others will make sure that she gets home safe. But now let me take you home.“

Your brain was constantly screaming at you while you accepted the offer and followed Ali to her car. The car ride was unusually silent but you were half expecting the awkwardness already. When the car stopped in front of your apartment building, you realized that Ali had gotten out of the car to open the passenger door for you. You gave her a tight smile; “Thanks for bringing me home.“ “You’re welcome.“, she answered politely. While pulling the keys out of your bag, you noticed that Ali hasn’t moved.

With a sigh, you turned to her, finally asking you the question that was bothering you the whole night; “Ali… did you already find someone new?“ The defender seemed taken aback by the question; “No. I’m not looking for someone right now.“ “I see.“ “It’s all a bit much right now. I thought I’d focus on myself and my children. What about you? Are you seeing anyone?“, Ali continued. You shook your head, your lips pressed together tightly; “No. I think I’ll focus on my career right now.“ “That sounds… reasonable.“ “I know.“ You were just about to turn the keys and unlock the door when Ali spoke up again; “You know I’m sorry, right? I didn’t think when we started this. Or else I wouldn’t have put us both through this mess.“ “So you regret us?“, you asked, your voice a pitch higher than you wanted it to be. “That’s not what I said.“, Ali retorted defensively.

You heaved a long sigh; “I guess it’ll be easier when the season ends.“ “Yes. I think it will be. That gives us more space.“, the defender agreed. “Right and we’ll never have to see each other again.“ Ali rolled her eyes at your remark; “You know, you can be a bit dramatic sometimes?“ “To be fair, I learned from the best. Kristie and you.“, you laughed involuntarily. “I’m not dramatic! Your sister is!“, Ali protested with a wide grin. “Yeah, she’s a little bit more drama.“

For a second, everything felt like the break-up never happened but then Alis’ face turned serious again; “See. I’m sure you’ll be alright. You’re an amazing soccer player, smart and pretty, and you have your two sister who always got your back. You don’t need me.“

“Ali, you know that’s not true. I do need you.”, you disagreed. Her expression was unchanged as she answered: “No, you don’t.” “I still don’t care about the age gap. I thought you should know that. Good night, Ali.”, you smiled disappointed. “I do know that. Good night.”

Yet she still did not move so you asked the defender:” Ali, why are you still standing here?” “What? Oh, sorry. I was just thinking.”, Ali blushed. “Thinking about what?” “Mistakes.”, the older woman truthfully replied. Sharply you shot back: “Well, I think you made very clear that we were a mistake.” “No. But apparently think that if you keep accusing me of saying that.”, she shook her head. You could feel your cheek turn red:” Sorry.” “ I don’t think this was a mistake. What was a mistake was the fact that I didn’t think about it before starting something with you. That would have saved us the trouble.”, Ali summed it up. Slowly you nodded:”Right.”

“But now I’m wondering if it’s a mistake to let you go.”, the defender cautiously looked into your eyes. The words left your mouth before you could think more deeply about them: “Don’t let go.” This said she closed the gap between you and pressed her lips onto yours while you replied to her kiss with an equally passion, running your hands through her dark long hair. All the emotions finally making their way out as you embraced each other. Needless to say, Ali did not leave that night.

After your now girlfriends last game where was a big party being held in her honour. All her friends were there to celebrate her long soccer career. Proudly you kissed her which made Kristie gasp out loud: “Oh. My. God!”

“Why are you yelling, Kristie?”, your other sister Sam Mewis asked amused because she was well versed in the older sibling’s talent to make everything super dramatic as if you were part of a reality show. “Our little sister is making out with Ali!”, the blonde shouted into her ear. Unimpressed the taller woman looked at her:” And?” “And seriously?!”, Kristie repeated playfully shocked.

That made Sam laugh out loud: “Yes?” “Why aren’t you freaking out about this?”, the smaller midfielder wanted to know. “Should I?” “Well, they look happy, right?”, the older sister observed as she glanced at Ali and you. Giggling the middle sibling remarked: “I don’t know. They’re about to eat each other up.”

Kristie grimaced in disgust; “Ew, gross.“ “As if you and were any better with your girlfriend.“, Megan Rapinoe interrupted the sisters, giving Kristie a smirk. Sam gasped with widened eyes, happy about the mutual understanding between her and Megan; “Don’t even get me started! You can’t even have a normal conversation without them making out!“

“Let’s try it with this new couple, shall we?“, Megans wife asked, a challenging look on their face. But before she could her plan to action, Ali took her lips off of yours for a second and yelled; “We’re busy here!“ “Get a room!“, Kristie answered. You eyed your sister with scepticism; “Coming from you?“ “Don’t talk to me in this tone, young lady.“, Kristie warned, playfully raising her finger at you. You cringed; “You’re my older sister, not my mum.“

Ali got up, taking your hand in hers; “Let’s leave, love.“ “Please.“, you answered, looking at your sisters with feigned disdain. “Bye, guys.“, Ali waved while gently leading you outside. Kristie watched you with her mouth open; “You can’t just abduct my sister.“ “This is consensual.“, you clarified with a laugh. “This better be!“, Kristie yelled after you. You smiled at her and Sam, waving them goodbye; “See you tomorrow.“ “Or not.“, Kristie added. Sam snorted; “Probably not.“ “Girls!“, you called. But Ali nudged you with her shoulder, giving you a wink; “They are not wrong though.“ “Go.“, Sam rolled her eyes, gesturing for you to finally leave. Sue smiled as she watched you two; “Seems like we don’t have to worry about Ali being bored after her retirement from soccer.“ “I was never worried about that.“, Megan replied, amused.

Kristie in the meantime had taken a step away from the group and was holding her phone to her ear. “Kristie, what are you doing?“, Sam asked. “Uhm, telling mum the news?“, her sister answered, looking at her like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Sam shook her head at her; “Oh my god, Kristie. That’s exactly why I’m mums favorite.“

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