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000jeon · 4 months

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Focused on her

mature: graphic detail.

synopsis: He had always been a master of concentration, but the sight of you in that black, figure-hugging dress was enough to shatter his focus. The way the fabric clung to every curve of your body, accentuating your shape, was simply irresistible. It was as if the dress had been tailor-made for you, and him alone. Every inch of his being was drawn to you, he found himself struggling to keep his eyes off you and had to his frustration out in other than boxing gloves. So about a leftover spiked condom in his leather wallet he had left from previous nights?

aged jungkook au! complicated friendship au! Roommates!

contains: oral, smut, dirty talk, tattooed JK, pierced JK, not as much plot but plot, dub-con, Dom jungkook, sub reader, ball sucker, coy reader, slight pinning, wall, floor, verbal jk, the reader isn't as verbal, jk focused, jk is very imaginative, in love jk, cursing, daydreamermer, face sitting (m), the reader isn't on bc, mentions of pregnancy, crempie, cumshot, blowjob, rounds, he is big, w.a.p.

Sweat glistened down his towel-wrapped forehead and rolled down his chin and neck as if melting underneath the warmth of the sun. His stamina and determination kept him going for hours at a time, taking a break every second to see what you were up to In the living room as he practiced alone. Typically he'd go down to a trainer or have him over, but due to severe rain pour and storm, it was best to cancel and take precautions for both parties.

You on the other hand took the opportunity to go through your clothes and see what could be donated. He never minded you stripping naked in front of him, allowing him to view you in such a relaxed state and you never hesitated to ask why. Was it because like his friends he was a pervert or because it was just a woman's body and he shouldn't huff and puff like a dog wanting a chew toy? You never knew and you never gave it a second thought.

With a loud smack coming from an undercut against the 6'0ft punching bag, he whipped his chin using his tattooed sleeve arm and continued working on his strength. Continuing he took his gloves off with his teeth and placed them besides his hip, giving himself a break to drink some water and sit on the little black padded gym bench he bought recently. With your back towards him, he took the opportunity to check your ass in your panties out and smirk to himself while he quietly took a small spit to drink.

Curious about why you were slowly bending down to pull something up he soon realized the dress had small chains of gold around the midsection of the dress and he practically held in a laugh at how you thought aloud of how delicate the seems were. Within another sip the dress was under your breast and almost completely on besides the spaghetti straps that looked like they needed to be clasped by another.

In amazement, his eyes raised and mouth slowly hung as he watched in awe of your beauty and amazing figure. Was it the ideal body you'd see marketed no, but the way your body hugged and tugged at the dress made him rethink his life choices of women in an instant. Once again shaken to his core, he stood up and walked over to help you clasp the back of the dress, his height leaning over your smaller frame and taking a peek at your breast naturally sitting comfortably in the dress.

With a wrap around your waist, he turned you, softy. With fear your eyes expanded wide like dear in headlights afraid he'd stupidly break it, but instead gave you more breathable room and adjusted the dress with a smile he wasn't aware he wasn't hiding from you.

"mmm, you think I could take you somewhere nice in this. It's a shame you've never worn it until now," he mentions, backing up to get a better view of the dress. Looking up at him you could see his gaze dancing to the slight sparkles that shined ever so softly in the living room light.

With a faded smile you look down and sigh saying "I've never felt confident with anyone enough to really show it off, so I hid it until now I suppose." Ignoring his offer due to the last bit of his speech, he walked up and lifited your head a bit with a sweaty finger.

"let me be the confidence you need, I'd train harder to protect something as bright as that smile when you turned around in that dress" he mentions, his heart fluttering more than yours at a soft compliment. Taking a moment he realized what he had uttered and pretended to cough to the side in his arm.

Flustered he tried speaking and only studdered words came out and was embarrassed. Taking a breath in, he smiled and gain a slight composure to excuse himself to what he believed was a full sentence.

"I'm going to uh, yeah. I'll -" he stopped himself, walking off itching his hair as he walked back to the puffy cool new gym bench. Flustered himself, that giggle you let out killed him and he knew it was about to haunt him for days of how he messed up a cool moment like that.

Undoing the towel wrapped around his head, he sighed and smelled it. It wasn't very noticeable but it was time to wash his hair. Which to him was a blessing sent from above or love itself, a moment he could hopefully steam out his head as he washed his worked-out bodys trophie of sweat and pride out his pores or so he thought.

He thought the cold water would stop the thoughts of taking you out as friends to a dinner, to show off your curves. As friends to a fancy 5 star restaurant in Seoul, he'd have to book now to see you in that dress again. But the one thing that made the water run warm was the thought of watching the dress fall down your body like a melted white chocolate fountain. A fountain he'd pour over you if you gave him one day, a night, and even the chance. Something his mind was begging for at this point.

Turning the water to warm, he gently hit his head against the wall in frustration and desperation at that point in time. He wanted to last one more hour to make it four with boxing, but damn if he did it's be obvious on how he felt about the dress on your body and there would be no way of getting out of being teased for months on bodily functions.

Couldn't help he liked what he saw, it pumped more thrill in his body to watch you turn your back away from him then to finally land that harsh punch he's been aiming for all day. And that was bad, very bad. He could trip over thoughts as he was over you. Was he in love or just desperate or maybe both? Not a teenager anymore, but grown enough to acknowledge that his heart dipped lower than his chest and throbs at the sight of you at times. Something he kept secret and hideen if possible, very hidden..

With a last scrub and the daily shower confession, he assumed he was clean of rightfully lustful thoughts until he walked out in a towel to his imagination of the black dress falling at easy down your body. He gulped and quietly made it to his room in search of clothes and franticly looked for clothes to go out in.

"gah, fuck this" he cursed aloud, pulling his shirt down as looked for clothes and ways to get that image out his head. Infact he needed to get out of his head, out of his apartment as he searched for boxers and his pants, and his wallet in a hurry.

"why me?" He whined to himself silently as he fell dramatically on the bed in a pain only you could fix. Reaching for his wallet in defeat he felt a circle like dent and remembered he kept a condom in there incase the day you wanted to get spicy with him out side of his head he'd be ready. Was he ready if that ever happened. Sighing he took the condom off and placed iton his bed side counter.

"it's pouring outside, wet. Wet like- ugh" he slapped himself slightly on the forehead. "What am I doing wrong with my life" he groaned sitting up and gaining the mental strength to go back out to see you. Which he did, to only find you ordering a pizza online without him.

"Ya" he yelled loudly scaring you as you jolted towards him on the bar stool to face him.

"Without me you jerk. First, you surprised me with the dress and now you're ordering without me, is this how I'm being kicked-"

"No you're not being kicked out, you purchased the place, and two, I just got the website. It's late, cold and I'm sure they will happily deliver here. So here, look and order with me. We get wings half off today." you mentioned getting up In your set pajamas and shoving your iMac laptop in his face.

Grabbing it with thanks he ordered his half added more items and placed his credit card in the order so you wouldn't have to pay before handing it back.

"Thank you jungkookie oppa!" you teased seeing the uncomfortable scrunched face he let as he regretted coming out here. Laughing, you ordered some drinks from another website to come and eveuting wa settled to come withing 45mins to an hour, which could increase due to the storms harshness.

"Is this where we play games and head back to" he jokingly questioned pausing as you got on your knees in front of him. Blinking several times he wasn't sure if he was dreaming or just maladaptive daydreaming again. Looking down he saw he wasn't and his Best friend of 20 years was on her knees looking at his Bonner like it was meat on a menu.

"Why not skip to the fun part of waiting," you softly bit down on your glossed lower lip as he gulped in anticipation.

"Maybe the wait is worth the fun in the end?" He lets out a deep huff of warm air backing up a bit in sheer awkwardness. It wasn't like he didn't want you, it was more he didn't like the way you started it when he could've 'man up' and started it himself. It was his erection anyway.

With a hand offered to help you up, you gratefully took it and he used it to pull up and close to his chest. Breathing heavily out of shock, your eyes slowly trailed up to meet his as he smirked in a smile.

"One thing to know about me is I like taking care of others, I want to have the lead, and those soft pleading eyes you're giving me are driving me crazy right now" JK mentions, lowering his head down so his lips could meet with yours but only keeping them an inch away for added suspense.

"then I'm glad I've always listened to you, to every word and command you've asked of me thus far" you gulp, lips quivering in need of attention. With that in mind, his head slightly turned and yours did too without breaking the small gap between his throbbing lips and your slightly quivering ones. A distance he shortly after broke, with his hands feeling around your back before bringing his arms around in a comfortably tight embrace around your hips.

Moaning from the tug and the great relief of broken space, he drank up the vibration and used it to fuel his lustful fire below. One that could be felt pushing against your pelvis as if asking on his behalf for more, for consent of the obvious.

Wanting more, he kissed vigorously. Their lips moved from the pace of uncertainty to tongue exploring the edges and buds of your own as his heart pounded from the excitement of your arms wrapping around his neck loosely like his thin silver chain with a gem pendant you bought him for his birthday years ago.

The birth gem necklace he swore to himself to wear religiously every day. The one he didn't put on today, in an attempt to run away from your hold. To only be wrapped around your embrace, just like the necklace.

While he tries to calm himself before making any long-term decisions with you. He knew that was a promise he couldn't keep with himself as he ached for something long-term and his body was pushing him to. Meanwhile, with his heart controlling his movements now, he started to walk you over to the closest kitchen wall in sight to corner you. To trap you in his warm-hearted embrace the same way the thought of you, your body, and your whole existence did to him mentally.

With the kiss naturally breaking off, he moved his lips around your jaw and pushed any fly hair strands away as he made his way to your neck. Gripping his shirt, in the back his mouth drooled over it in need as he applied rough pressure in the crook between your jaw and neck. With a burning desire he build higher than the pyramids of Asia, you pulled his shirt up and gripped his skin. A bright hue of red plastred on his cheeks as he marked other places on your shoulder of him.

"so much pleasure" you whined quietly, your words loudy admitting to the idea of how sensitive you were to every touch of his on your body. A sentence he repeated mentally as he pulled off to see your pleading state of your face and lips.

"Good, I wanted that" he chuckled at your need for intimacy. Whilst eyeing you carefully watching for your aroused response to his movements, he gripped the hemming of his shirt to pull over and throw off to the side of you. In all its glory, his upper body was indeed muscular and slimmed. A pack of 8, along with his biceps were seen more clearly as you walked your eyes down and around his bare uper torso.

"keep them lowered for me only" Jungkook insisted, pulling his shorts and leaving him in his ballooned underwear for your visual pleasure. A moment- wait no a sight you never thought you'd see like this. Moving your gaze back up, caused him to tilt your head back down to look.

"never said to look up, so keep your eyes lowered" he leaned in your ear to say. With a nod, you saw him lower his body to his knees and pull both layers of pajama pants and underwear down to reveal a slight bush. Embraced you covered yourself modestly with shock as he pushed them away and lifted one of your legs on his shoulder.

"looks good, so it'll taste good," he says, tongue slowly brushing and coating his lips in hunger as much as wetness as he leans his nose forward more. With a lookup of yes, you nodded and soon gripped the jet-black strands of his hair as his lips collided with your folds. Tongue lathering your juices around your clit as his hands held your hips still and close as he sucked and teased the floods and your nerve with ease. Arching, you felt the release of wetness drip along your thighs as he continued to lick his deep coral-pink tongue around the nub as his lips attached to your labia with thirst.

Moaning at almost an uncontrollable pace, you tugged and played with stands of his washed musk musk-smelling hair as your mouth felt like it was being held open for you in need. Pulling away softly, he made his eyes make contact with yours as he continued to orally fuck you to insanity before pulling off at any side of orgasm as he could feel the convulsions of your opening with ease and with some experience and a vague memory could tell the difference between one cumming and having an orgasm. A feeling he could sense was near.

Completely coming away from you, he caught you in his arms as your Legs buckled and gave up on standing on him. With a smile, he laid you on the thankfully clean, but cold white-lined tile floor and even placed his shirt under your head for a slightly better experience. Pulling his underwear off he threw them and eventually kneeled himself over your mouth, shaft in hand as his hard on faced towards your tits.

"get me even more excited for your mouth" he requests, your tongue like his earlier licked to become wet to provide a more comfortable experience for both of you. Thankfully JK decided to spend a few minutes trimming himself a bit in the shower as it was overdue for him, something you didn't mind not caring long as he was sexually clean. Something you knee from the constant lack of lotion in the bathroom and your bottles disappearing out of sight .

Succking on one side of his balls, you were glad they weren't too big to suck and roll around in your mouth as he jerked his cock in pleasure. Pulling up your shirt, he saw your breasts once again in a relaxed state and jerked and toyed one handily at them in ecstasy.

"so good" he breathed out heavily, cock heavy in his hands as he jerked over your breast harder in delight. It wasn't like he needed the extra help, but fuck if he had the chance to jerk himself over your pretty breasts he'd take it with no questions asked. Another fantasy fulfilled to him. Pulling himself off of you he stood up and helped you up to strip you of your top.

"fuck there's no way I'm letting your body get pleasure on this floor baby. You deserve somewhere warm and cozy, like my bed to lay on" he insists, taking your hand and urging you to his room. You gladly followed behind him as he rushed the both of you to the bed.

With the shut of the door and the flick of his warm-toned mood lighting. His bedroom was lightly illuminated with a warm yellow glow. Laying on the bed, he thought about a blowjob first but realized saving it for the end was more worth it as he knew how much of you he could handle before leading to his own orgasm.

Turning you over with light force, you laid on your belly and he handed you a pillow for added pleasure as you placed it under your pelvis. Waiting as he was you were getting adjusted completely, he tore his spiked, lubed, and internally ribbed condom and shuttered in slight coldness as it went down his shaft. Ready as you were, he soon pined your legs down and wanted to do things in prone bone style jungkook version than anything. Besides your ass in his eyes was meant to take it face down like this.

With his chest now hovering above your back, he placed his tip on the entrance of your cunt as he held himself in a somewhat of a one-armed plank position to do so. Kissing your upper back he warned you his cock was a large size to take. Which you believed based on how tight his boxers were on him minutes ago and the sound of him jerking wasn't light. With that in mind, he softly slid just his tip in before going into a full plank-like stance above your back as he introduced his protected cock to your warmth.

With the sound of painful pleasure coming from your lips, he stopped and allowed his hips to roll his tip in circles to get you accustomed to his cock. A feeling both mentally and physically arousing to both of you. After about 3 mins of him rolling his tip in and back kissing, he was able to inch his way deeper into you which caused him to panic at the feeling of walls tightly gripping and sucking him in with urgency.

"I'll pay for plan b if I fuck up and more if that doesn't work" he assured, knowing he's gonna wanna take that condom off to feel skin to tissue any minute.

Part 2: coming soon

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essentiallyleaf · 7 months

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day 24. car sex. with. ningning.

1286 words.

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kinktober ‘23, idol x male reader, car sex, Z O O M I N, deepthroating, semi-public sex, a bit of classic existential dread.

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it is so fucking late i gotta go. speedily, leaf.

It’s at times like these that you want to treasure the most precious resource you have. The sun just sank down the horizon of Alpha-Earth, giving the sky this vibrant, electric aura, from the golden and pastel blue West to the indigo East. Hundreds of headlights leave long trails of yellowish white and rusty red all along the highway, almost as if the lines were already there, and the cars just following their predetermined paths. Your right foot pushes down, getting closer and closer to the asphalt. They can call you old-fashioned, but you love the growl of the rear combustion engine, the sound of rubber on tarmac. Time. They say it gets slower as you approach light speed, you’re far from it, but it’s almost like the clock’s hands move slower as the speedometer needle reaches new peaks. Nothing feels as close to God as this. The car takes a life of its own, and you wish you could simply close your eyes and, feel. The thrill you get when you’re on top of a tall building, and part of you wants to take a step. Those are also just passing moments, you think as you lift and return to cruise speed.

Ningning is beside you like she, sometimes is. Her hand falls on your pants-clad dick and starts rubbing like it does almost every single one of those times; the other times you’re already naked. Not the first time this happens in the car, even at high speed, so you simply turn auto-pilot on (they forced everyone to install it even on cars built before 2035) and let your head fall back in pleasure as she reaches inside your underwear to caress your bare length. Your right hand naturally goes to her almost naked back, needing to feel her skin under your finger pads.

She doesn’t dress to impress; sometimes she doesn’t dress at all. And the navy skintight rags she’s wearing today, well, those almost qualify as the latter. You’re in your usual attire, combat boots, cargo pants, the ones that tighten at the ankle, a close-fitting long sleeve shirt and a windbreaker. She needs your help to lower your pants and underwear, then goes back to stroking your cock, spitting on it for lubrication and reaching down to fondle your scrotum from time to time, causing you to moan up towards the roof of the car.

“Mmmh- Ning?”

“Huh?”

“Mind speeding the process up a little?”

Ningning likes to take her time, you learned that long ago. To make you look at her as she pulls the little lever on the side of your seat to move it backwards, positions herself between your legs, and stamps one long wet kiss on your tip. Or to observe people strolling at the night market, mothers buying their sons balloons, couples eating tanghulu (“You can tell if they’re good kissers just by looking at that” “Want to try with me?” “There’s a more hands-on way”; that was your first shared kiss, and it was more than just hands, on one another’s bodies after that). Right now her blue-tinted eyes are on yours, as her mouth surrounds more and more of your cock and she starts to feel her eyes watering and her lungs lacking air. She resists for almost fifty seconds this time - a good one, though not in her top five - drawing more than a groan from you before she has to back out and seek for oxygen.

“Are you okay?” She nods quickly, her hands cleaning up some of the drool that has accumulated on the sides of her mouth. “I need you right now, Ning.”

Ningning smiles and snorts lightly like she has you in the palm of her hand, and at the same time she has to concede this one to you. You stare at her open-mouthed as she somehow rids herself of her clothes, revealing her supple breasts and thick outer lips to you, and only thanks to your tinted windows not to any car around yours. She straddles your lap and wraps her arms around your neck to kiss you deeply while you grab onto one of her plump thighs with one hand and align your shaft with her already wet slit with the other. Her eyes are finally closed as she focuses on the feeling of your tip swiping up and down her vulva, brushing on her clit at every passage.

She’d been looking outside for almost all the trip, scrutinizing every detail of the gray and neon skyline of Nu-Seoul. Ningning has always had her own, unique wide-angle lens on the world. She has a little plant shelf right below her window in her apartment. It’s in one of those old, gray, samey buildings they were plopping one next to the other back when a growing world population wasn’t just a myth; the place is small and the plaster falling apart. One day she was sitting in front of the window, staring at the new little blossoms on the orchid, or at the bland, shiny neons on the skyscraper behind it, you couldn't really tell.

“Do you ever feel like the world is moving too fast for you?” She asked, sounding dispirited.

“I try to stay on pace”

“I feel… impotent. Like there’s nothing I can do, to change it”

“Do you think it’s on you to change it?”

“I think it’s on me to try.” She turns her gaze towards you, you let out a little sigh.

“When it’s just the two of us,” You sit beside her and wrap your arm around her back. “We can make what we want of our time. Make it speed up, slow down… It’s just ours. No one will ever take that away from us”

What you’re making of it now is pumping your dick in and out of her pussy while gripping onto her full asscheeks while she whimpers in your mouth at the sensation of her hole being stretched. She loves that feeling like she loves the feeling of wet grass on her feet when it’s raining, though meadows are but a distant memory in a city eaten by cement and desolation. Her soft, tight walls squeezing you in a humid embrace. You were wrong; this is what makes you feel like you’re touching the Infinite, reaching Eternity. Ningning moaning in bliss on your lips, on the crook of your neck, on the headrest of the driver’s seat. Her hands not finding rest, switching between your pecs, your jaw, your hips, and her own heat, digits circling at frenzied pace on her clit. You speed your thrusts up, time slows down. It’s a race ending in a photo finish; you can see the end, it’s close for both parties, but you never seem to reach it. Take a look at her pleasured state, savor the moment. Savor her tits as well, feast on them, then slap her ass once, twice. She wasn’t expecting it, her instinctive reaction is to drag her pelvis forwards towards you, giving you a different angle to attack. Exploit that to hit every crevice, every little patch you weren’t able to before, and as she contracts around you in one long, then multiple short and rhythmic flexes of her lower abdomen, each accompanied by a scream that fills the entire cockpit, you have your own release. Spill cups and cups of milky substance into her womb, every spurt coinciding with an upwards thrust and a small bite on her shoulder, as you continuously groan in complete bliss. Then it’s silence, a second, or an eternity, it doesn’t matter anymore, before she talks again.

“Back seat for round two? I want it from behind”

footnotes.

now i can’t unsee the asthma periods. you cursed me @erospandemos. gaspingly, leaf.

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tigertales9 · 8 months

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Weak Resistance

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut

Description: Things get interesting on a hot summer day when you get home from the farmers market

A/N: Porny nugget alert! I blame Kroger, sweaty Joe and that damn resistance band!

Inspo pics:

Pic source = Sweaty Kroger Joe

Edit: Thought I'd add a pic of the weight bench = Bench

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You pull into the garage and hop out of your car, popping the trunk and reaching in to grab the two bags filled with goodies from the farmers market. You breathe a sigh of relief as you walk into the air-conditioned house, dropping your bags on the entryway bench when you hear loud music coming from your home gym.

"He's home early," you murmur to yourself, walking down the hallway toward the gym, peeking inside and biting your lip at the erotic display. Damn, you think, your gaze slowly raking over him as he methodically pulls on a resistance band, his bare back and arm muscles flexing and glistening with sweat as he counts out the final reps -- "48 - 49 - 50."

You let out the breath you didn't realize you were holding as he grabs his water bottle and chugs several swallows; he's still facing away from you as you give him another slow once-over, smiling to yourself that after several years together, he still makes your knees weak and sets off butterflies in your stomach.

"Hey," you finally say, smiling when he whips his head around and gives you a … look.

"Hey," he answers, closing the distance between you in three long-legged strides, leaning down to drop a kiss on your lips as his playlist shifts from fast to slow. "Time for your cool-down?" you ask against his lips, your breath catching in your throat when he drops his water bottle and buries both hands in your hair. "Not yet," he purrs, deepening the kiss.

You lean into it for several minutes, flinching slightly when he slides a hand under your circle skirt and inches it toward your crotch. "I'm really sweaty," you breathe against his lips, wrapping a hand around his wrist before he can reach his destination. He leans back and gives you a loaded look. "I'm way sweatier," he chuckles. "So what?"

"I just … I feel like I need a shower since it was so hot and humid at the farmers market."

"You don't need a shower," he states, leaning down to kiss your sensitive neck.

"I feel kinda gross," you say weakly.

"You taste and smell delicious," he groans, wrapping his big hands around your waist and picking you up, quickly carrying you to the padded weight bench before setting you down. "Stay there," he orders, walking a few feet away to grab his resistance band before coming back; he throws the band beside the bench before dropping to his knees, easing a hand under one of your thighs and spreading your legs until you're straddling the bench.

"What are you doing?" you ask, squealing a bit when he presses you back until you're lying flat.

"I'm gonna fuck you," he states matter-of-factly, giving you a feral smile when your eyes go wide.

"I feel pretty gross. Let me get a shower first."

"Nope," he chirps, pushing your arms over your head before reaching down to grab the resistance band; he loops it around your wrists before anchoring it to the base of the weight bench.

"What the hell?" you sputter, pulling hard against the band, your core clenching in anticipation when you realize you're completely stuck.

Joe gives you another filthy grin before pushing your fitted t-shirt up to expose your bra; he deftly unhooks the bra clasp between your breasts before lowering his head, running his tongue under your boobs as you squirm beneath him.

"Enjoy my boob sweat," you grit out, gasping when he latches onto a nipple, giving it a nip before sucking it into his mouth. "Your boob sweat tastes delicious," he purrs, moving to tease your other nipple as you pull against the resistance band.

"Joe?"

"What baby?"

"I need a shower."

"No you don't," he mutters, kissing his way down your torso all the way to your lace-covered crotch.

"What if I say stop?" you whisper.

"Then I'll stop. -- But you know I love the way you taste and the way you smell when you're not freshly washed." He locks eyes with you. "You remember the safe word, right?"

"Y … yeah," you lie.

"Good. Then use it if you really want me to stop." He presses his nose against your crotch and inhales deeply.

'Panty sniffer," you giggle.

"Guilty," he groans, repeating the action before hooking a finger in your panties and yanking them to the side, burying his tongue in your slit as you arch up against him.

Several minutes later you bite your lip hard as your climax hits, feeling a little weird that you can't touch Joe since your hands are still firmly secured to the weight bench.

He eventually lifts his head up from between your thighs, running his tongue over his glistening lips as he pulls your ass toward the edge of the bench; he holds eye contact with you as he slides your panties off and spreads your legs before pushing his shorts and undies down, dragging the tip of his hard cock through your slick folds several times before pushing inside.

You wrap your legs around him and let out a stream of whimpers as he hits a steady rhythm, his hips snapping forward in smooth, deep strokes as he leans down and locks eyes with you. "So good," you moan, watching a fat droplet of sweat dangling off of one of his curls; you lick your lips when it finally lets go and drops onto your face, groaning in frustration when it hits just out of reach of your tongue.

"What is it?" he asks.

"I wanna taste your sweat," you whine, holding your breath when he reaches a hand up and wrings some sweat out of his hair, his tongue chasing the salty droplets as they land on your face; he gathers the tangy liquid on his tongue before plunging it into your mouth, groaning deep in his throat when you suck hard on it.

The next several minutes pass by like an erotic dream; you and Joe locked together at mouth and crotch, his tongue and cock working magic inside you until you come apart underneath him, whimpering his name as he gives three more hard thrusts before following you into oblivion.

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Thirty minutes later you're both freshly showered and lounging in bed; you slide a hand up Joe's chest and lift your head to make eye contact. "Sooo, what's the safe word again?" you ask.

"You don't remember?"

"No. I've never used it." You give him a sheepish smile. "My resistance is weak when it comes to you."

He gives you a loaded look before answering. "It's pineapple."

"Oh yeah."

He pushes up onto one arm and looks down at you. "You should've told me you didn't remember it."

"It's no big deal. I wasn't gonna use it anyway."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure."

He drops a kiss on your lips before laying back down. Several more minutes pass before he speaks up again. "Babe?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we have pizza for dinner tomorrow?"

"With pineapple?" you ask.

"Yeah, I've got a craving now."

"No problem," you giggle, dropping a kiss on his chest before snuggling against him.

#joe burrow #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow fanfic #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow imagine

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sebstan2020 · 3 months

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A Slave For You

Chapter 4

Leila's life was very normal. She had everything she wanted, a nice house, car, and all the money she could ever ask for. She was a rich girl and lived her life doing nothing but shopping and spending money. However her life changed when on her way home from a night out she was kidnapped by human traffickers and sent to the slave market in New York City where she finds herself being brought by one of the most dangerous mob bosses of Brooklyn, James Buchanan Barnes

Leila could barely sleep that night. She had been instructed to sleep in her bedroom for the first night, mostly to get comfortable, and in the morning James had ordered her to bring him his morning coffee into bed. She stared up at the ceiling, clutching the covers of the bedsheets as if to protect her body. She was wearing nothing much of a nightgown—lacey and thin—that barely kept her warm, and she hugged herself tightly for any ounce of warmth.

The collar was tight against her flesh, a constant reminder of her ownership and slavery to James. The humiliation was just as bad, seeing how he enjoyed her being collared and owned by him. Leila was nervous for the morning to come and hoped that James would give her explicit orders and not expect her to just get on with it. She understood her duties but wasn’t sure where to start. Was there a room he wanted cleaned first? Would she have a schedule put in place? And the whole task of cooking freaked her out even more. She was anxious to meet the other men living under this roof, hoping and praying they weren’t going to use her as their personal plaything, but it sounded like James wasn’t going to allow that. She was his and his only.

Leila tossed and turned all night before finally losing battle exhaustion and falling into a deep slumber. The bed was the comfiest thing she had slept on since her kidnapping, and she didn’t want to leave the warmth of the sun radiating inside the small room. She moaned softly into the pillow, turning over and cracking an eye open to see the time.

It's nearly seven o’clock. James had made it clear she needed to be up by 7:30, dressed, and ready to begin her duties and bring him coffee. Leila sighed softly, pushing herself up from the covers and forcing herself out of the bed. Oh, how she wanted to just stay there all day and feel the comfort of the mattress and duvet, wrapping her in a safe blanket. But her new life awaited her.

Padding over to the draws, she searched for some pants, and, of course, to her surprise, the only panties that were there were lace thongs and g-strings. Just what she wanted to wear while cleaning and cooking. But there weren’t any other options. She picked a pair that looked the most concealing and comfortable and realised there were no bras. Perfect, just what she wanted—for her tits to be exposed so that James could look at them and touch them any time he wanted.

She buttoned up the maid's uniform, giving herself a look in the mirror at her new look. It was a change from the tight dresses, skirts, and boots she used to wear, and her hair was flatter than anything. She found a hairbrush, and luckily for her, there was a sink with a toothbrush and paste for her to use. She was thankful she didn’t have to trek down to one of the other bathrooms and risk running into James or either one of the other men living here.

As James had mentioned, there were a pair of shoes in the bedroom for her—a pair of small black heels that matched her maid's uniform perfectly. She took one last look in the mirror, slightly grimacing at her new attire, and sighed. He was really going for the sexy maid-type look. Her breasts were bulging against the uniform, the buttons barely holding it together, and the dress tightened around her hips and waist.

The clock struck 7:30, and Leila padded her way out of the bedroom. The house was quiet, and the sun was still rising, giving a blow to the house. She shuffled over to James’s bedroom, her hand reaching for the knob, but she stopped herself.

‘Should I knock?’ she wondered. She didn’t want to be reprimanded in the first five minutes. Biting her lower lip, she made the decision to head down to the kitchen and make the coffee before waking him up. She didn’t know if he was a morning person or not, and the last thing she wanted was for him to be angry at her. Quietly heading down to the kitchen, she entered, her heels clicking on the tiled floor. The kitchen was massive, with a huge island in the middle and bar stools around. The counter tops were a light stone marble with silver stoves and sinks, a huge fridge and freezer, and many cupboards and draws.

She looked over to the back door, leading to the side of the house, and a thought crossed her mind. How much effort would it be for her to run now, making a quick escape and giving her time to get away? Everyone was asleep, and if she was quiet enough, no one would hear. But the dilemma of James waking up and finding out she was gone came as a con to the plan, and she realised that he would probably be able to find her, giving her no chance of freedom. She ignored the idea.

Most of the time, Leila went out to eat, eating at fancy restaurants and cocktail bars where the cheapest thing on the menu was a bottle of water. She was going to have to familiarise herself with everything. But at least she knew how to make coffee. James had given her his usual order. Coffee with a splash of milk and one sugar, just enough sweetness for him to give him energy and a rush, and once she was finished, she carefully walked back to the bedroom, careful not to spill any on the carpets or floors. The heels were slightly uncomfortable, the leather not being worn in yet and was rubbing on the backs of her heels. She reached his door and took a deep breath, opening the door softly. The room was dark and musky with his scent.

James was curled up in the covers, his back towards her as he filled out the length of the bed. It was warm and slightly stuffy inside, and Leila padded over quietly to his bedside. Even in bed, he was handsome, with his hair slightly messy, strands falling in front of his eyes, and his head tucked deeply in his pillow.

She didn’t know whether to wake him or not, but the sound of her putting the cup on the bedside table woke him. He cracked open his eyes, dark blue and hooded, and he let out a soft groan.

Leila stood back, arms behind her back, as if to wait for him to speak, wondering what her next move should be.

“I made you your coffee, sir." She remembered to add on that little detail that sent a tingle through James’s body, and he smirked, sitting up in bed, the duvet falling and revealing his large chest. He was fit, with a muscular body and toned chest; not a single ounce of chest hair; nipples perfectly aligned; and slightly tanned skin. His long, thick arms reached out for the hot, steaming cup, and he took a sip, slurping the coffee, and he was impressed. It’s funny how coffee tasted different for the person who made it, and he seemed pleased with her first act.

“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice smooth and husky. Leila felt his intimidation just from drinking the coffee, his eyes looking up at her as he rested his head back against the headboard.

“What would you like me to do now?” She asked, instantly regretting not saying the word, but he didn’t seem to pick up on it much.

“I would like some breakfast; the boys will probably be up as well, so they’ll want something. There’s food in the fridge and plates and cutlery in the drawers. I’ll be down in a bit,” he said, and she nodded.

"Okay,” she said, going to turn to walk away, but his tone made her swivel back with wide eyes.

“Excuse me,” he scolded, and Leila gulped. Her heart slammed against her chest very quickly, and she played with her fingers, digging her nail into her palm.

“I mean, yes, sir,” she corrected, and James smirked slightly, flipping the covers off his body. Leila couldn’t help her eyes trail down his immaculate body and gasped softly as he stood, stark naked and tall, in front of her, towering over her. She had to crane her head back to look up at him properly, and her chest tightened with nerves.

“Do that again, and I’ll take you over my knee; slaves don’t say okay; they say yes, sir,” he corrected, and Leila nodded quickly.

"Yes, sir," she said clearly, and he smiled.

"Good,” he murmured, and he turned to slip back into bed. Leila scurried off, practically running out of the bedroom and downstairs, finally getting a chance to catch her breath. She had to make sure she was saying the right thing; otherwise, she'd end up over his knee. It was only day one, and she was already nearing a punishment.

As expected, James was done shortly. He was dressed in a suit of all black, with a black skirt underneath and a tie tied tightly around his neck. His cologne filled the room as he walked in, his smart dress shoes clicking on the tiles, and he fumbled with the sleeve of his jacket, matching it up with the other side so they were even. Leila had been contemplating what to cook—something easy that she wasn’t going to ruin—and so decided on a simple breakfast of bacon and toast with an egg and the rest of the coffee. The bacon sizzled, and she kept a keen eye on it to not overcook it.

James took a seat at the head of the long table beside the island, the chair scraping against the floor, and Leila kept her focus on the food. She didn’t want to let his dominance intimidate her so much that she was distracted, although the thought of ignoring him as well sent a message that she would be punished for it. The next few weeks were going to be a learning curve for her, learning what was punishable and wasn’t, what James liked and didn’t like.

It was inevitable that she was going to have to face him, and she plated up his breakfast, gripping the plate so hard that he couldn’t see her shaking as she brought it over to him. He was concentrating on his phone, his eyes hard on the screen, and only when she neared him did he bring his attention back. She placed the plate in front of him, standing back for feedback as he grabbed his knife and fork.

“Thank you,” he murmured again. At least he was being polite.

Leila stood there as he ate, biting her lower lip once again as she waited for his approval of the breakfast, praying it was to his liking, but to her surprise, he looked up with slightly furrowed brows.

“Shouldn’t you get started on the others breakfast?” He said it with a tone that made her look as if she were stupid.

“Oh, yes, sir," she scuttled off to the counter to begin the rest of the breakfasts, and her cheeks grew bright red with embarrassment. How could she be so stupid like that, thinking he was going to compliment her on her first attempt at breakfast? It was all so new to her, and James was hard to read. For the duration of cooking the rest of the breakfast, Leila kept her back towards him, too humilitated to turn and face him unless he called on her for something.

Steve and Sam were the two henchmen for James. Steve was a tall guy, much like James, with blondish locks and blue eyes; he was more grey than the icy ones of James, and he had a cocky attitude that immediately gave Leila the ick. He was the kind of guy that would go around getting with every girl under the sun, flirting with anyone that came into contact with him, and she almost gagged at his loud attitude. Sam was talkative, with humour in every sentence. He was shorter, with a dark complexion and a finesse about him. His laugh was the most annoying thing about him, and Leila had to keep it together to not get annoyed by it. Looking at the three men, you wouldn’t think they were the most dangerous gang in New York, reeking violence and power over the city. Nonetheless, Leila had to face their eyes and comments as she served them breakfast.

Their backhanded comments were insulting, and in the real world, Leila would have given them a slap around the face and called them a dick. But that was a recipe for punishment, and a big one. Although it was clear that James had the most authority here, Steve and Sam had the right to order her to do something for them, like get them a drink, cook them something else, or order her to clean a particular room. However, what they didn’t have authority over was using her as more of a maid; that was for James only.

Finally, breakfast was over, and the two henchmen left with a mess on the table. They were talking business, which Leila didn’t quite understand, and from what she heard, it sounded like they were going out to work. She was glad she wouldn’t run into them; however, that meant she was left alone with James for the rest of the day, and whatever he had in mind was going to happen.

Leila padded back over with small steps, her heels slowly clicking on the floor as she came to take their plates.

“When you’ve cleaned up here, you can start with the upstairs, the bathrooms, bedrooms, and my room, and then when you’re done, you can do the laundry,” he ordered, and Leila nodded. She assumed he meant to start cleaning.

"Yes, sir," she whispered, reaching for his plate. Her boobs hung low in the dress, giving a clear view of her cleavage, and James stared, his eyes flickering up as she avoided his gaze. She hurried back to the sink to get some time away from his intimidation, and when she heard the scrape of the chair, she let out a breath she was holding in, sighing in relief.

But the warmth of his body pressed against hers, trapping her against the counter, and he leaned down next to her ear, whispering softly.

“Thank you for breakfast,” he said, pressing a kiss on her cheek and trailing it up to the top of her ear, where he slowly bit, dragging his teeth across before chuckling under his breath, leaving her to clean. Leila’s breath had stopped momentarily at his touch, and when she was alone, she let out a shaky breath, her heart hammering and that nervous feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when something makes you anxious. Leila looked off to the side, seeing the empty hallway, and let out another breath through pursed lips. Today was going to be interesting.

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Wake Up Call

Girl Dad!Eris x Reader

A/N: 6.2K words later?? I missed Girl Dad!Er and my babes Marwa and Twila! I hope y’all enjoy! As always, please reblog, comment, and like! It means the literal world to me and I will smooch you! (if u want)

~ a special thank you to @augustinerose who inspired me, and pushed me to continue to write, even when I didn’t think I could.

Warmth. It was all I felt. It was all I wanted to feel. I shuffled my body closer to the only source of warmth in the large emerald stained oak bed, wriggling my hips backwards and using the corded bicep that was resting under my head to cuddle further into the sleeping male behind me, the high lord of Autumn Court, my husband and mate. A puff of breath escaped his lips, too sleep-idled to fully be aware of my nestling into him, but sensing through the bond that had been present for multiple centuries now, one that had grown stronger and firmer with every moment we spent together, that his mate was near, but not nearly close enough. Eris shifted his body towards me, groaning as he lifted himself from his back and onto his side, throwing his free arm around my waist and squeezing the soft flesh as he closed the gap between us, yanking my body in one tug to be fully against his, before settling his face into the crook of my neck.

He pressed a soft kiss just behind my ear, humming in contentment before, apparently, falling back into a deep sleep as quickly as he had woken up, his soft snores fading into the fall breeze that was entering our room from the open balcony doors. The sun had barely risen, just peaking above the horizon, the milky orange and peach from the rays blending into the background of the giant sequoia forest that was married with the colored leaves of the sycamore maples and the weeping willows that I so very much loved. Sighing slowly, I dropped a delicate kiss onto a knife thin yet deep scar that marked the cream toned arm that had been acting as my favorite pillow since we had accepted the mating bond. I watched, barely awake, as the sun rose in the quiet peace of the morning, reveling in the end of the cries of the crickets and the start of the singing of honeyed songs by the diamond spotted doves.

I lived for these moments where I had alone time with Eris, as did he, his arm tightening around my waist as the song of the morning became louder and the chill of breeze became stronger, marking the start of a new day. The moments before we became high lady and high lord to our vast and expanding land. The moments before the Autumn Court depended on our daily activities to keep the territory in harmony and fruitful success. The moments before our perfect, mischievous little babes sneak into our room with their “guard” dog, who was really just a runt from a killer hound litter that Marwa and Twila convinced their papa, the usually unshakeable high lord, to buy from the farmers market with their tiny pouts and big brown eyes, in tow, just to jump onto our bed and scream with delight until we would wake and bless them with our coziest of hugs and our sunup smooches.

Honestly, I was quite surprised the babes hadn’t run in yet, the pitter patter of their feet running towards our room that correlated with the sunrise is usually what sent my eyes flying open, shoving a warm and cuddly Eris off of me, scrambling to pull on any clothing that the newly grumpy male had hastily pulled off the previous night before we scar our innocent children for life. An observation that apparently hadn’t gone unnoticed, a groggy murmur emmenanting from the lordling whose hand was now roaming the expanse of my abdomen and breasts, a stray finger sliding over my nipple, “What trouble do you think the babes are getting up to right now, my beloved?”

I caught his exploring hand with my own, twining our tattooed fingers together before bringing it up to my lips and pressing firm kisses that were followed with a tiny bite to each of the available pads of his fingers, humming in response, “I haven’t the foggiest idea, husband.” He growled, shoving his naked leg between my thighs, sighing out as I brought his pointer finger into my mouth for a soft suckle to soothe the sting of the bite I had gifted him with, running my tongue along the length of his digit.

A grin overtook my face as I finally turned to face Er, who was staring back at me with his own lust-filled smirk. A jolt of excitement ran through your core, the warmth that I had felt suddenly, rushing down to my barely covered sex that was starting to throb at the butterfly sensation that had erupted in my belly. My mate pulled me in for a slow kiss, meshing our lips together so that they would melt against each other as they had last night, quickly working in harder and faster pecks. I molded my entire body against his, grinding into the hard muscle as his hand slipped out of my embrace and up to caress my jaw, his thumb carefully pressing into the soft skin of my neck. Another thrill of heat tingeled its way through my entire body, starting from his thumb and spreading down all the way to the tip of my painted sage green toes. I couldn't help the desperate whine that escaped me, further encouraging Er to kiss me more firmly, with intent to continue into what would surely be rough morning sex that would blend into incredible love making as the hours passed.

Unfortunately, the gods had other plans for us two today.

The familiar sound of two pairs of small feet scampering through the hall towards our room had sent me thwarting off the edge of the bed, hurling Eris his pants as he chuckled at my panic. I shot him a dirty, betrayed look, rolling my eyes as I shoved on the silk slip I was wearing last night when I put the babes to bed, tossing myself back into Eris’ arms while pulling the heavy comforter back over us. The lordling grunted in surprise as he caught me when I tossed myself back into bed, pulling me back into his grasp, chortling into my disheveled hair with a planted kiss, “Ah, who would've known our babes would be such wonderful cockblocks, my beloved?”

I clenched my jaw, jabbing my elbow into his perfect abs, hissing at him to “Shut up.” If I was anyone else, if I wasn’t the love of his life and his mate, if I wasn’t the mother of his children, I would already be disintegrated into ash with the force of his magic. Another swift kiss was pressed into my hair by the high lord as the hickory double doors carved with intricate designs and stained with henna were barely pushed open by the two toddlers who tried peaking their heads through the opening.

A tuft of amber hair resembling her fathers along with another tuft of darker hair resembling her grandmother poked into the room through the doorway, curls inherited from their papa that are tangled and in disarray from the dreams of their pegasus’ in Day court, taken care of by their grandparents, mixed in with dreams of milk chocolate swirled with caramels and pecans that their uncle Lucien sneaked them constantly. Tiny grunts are heard as the babes struggle to manage keeping the doors open, their little, pudgy hands too strained against the heavy wood to even allow their shoulders to squirm against each other and through the pressed doorway, “Help pwease, papa.” The request comes grumbled out by Twila, who has decidedly put all her effort into keeping the door open for her and her sister, Marwa, whose back is now pressed into the grand oak, bare feet trying to climb up the emerald green wallpaper to use the force of her upper body to aid her twin, waiting rather impatiently for their papa to save the day, as he always does for them.

I lean back into Eris, chuckling at the effort of the babes, nudging his already moving body towards them. His reply comes swiftly, mingled with mirth at the sweet girls he loves more than the moon, more than the stars and the sun itself, “Coming, my little loves.” Centuries ago, he couldn’t have ever imagined this is what his lifetime would be blessed with. Two perfect babes who were happy and safe, and a perfect mate who warmed his heart more than the eternal fire of Autumn. Now, he wakes every morning to the scent of his high lady who seeks him out for the fire in his blood he once despised, followed by the sounds of his precious darlings sneaking into the room, jumping onto our bed, screaming with laughter to start our day.

He drew the door open slowly, allowing for Twila to release her efforts from holding the doors open and shift them into racing into the room towards the bed, leaving her sister behind who is hoisted into Eris’ embrace. I watched him press soft kisses into Marwa’s cheeks and messy hair while Twila fisted the fluffed out comforter to pull herself onto the bed. I settled myself into the padded headboard, crossing my legs at my ankles and placing my interlocked hands into my lap. A chuckle escaped me once again, Twila’s grunts and reddening face bringing me a sense of delight that can only be ascribed to the pride I felt in her never-ending effort, “Do you need help, little one?” I hummed down at her, leaning down to the side to see her bare feet off the floor and pressed into the side of the bed to steady her climbing.

She whined for a moment, her amber curls falling above her eyes which she swatted away, huffing out a, “No tanks you mama.” In all her struggles, she didn’t notice Er sneaking up from behind her, winking at me with a small smirk when he fisted her daffodil yellow nightgown and gave her the final tug she needed to climb onto the bed, letting go before she could realize how her papa has interfered, and ultimately helped her succeed with her mission. Twila panted against the crumpled bed sheets, her hands curling to fist the fabric for a moment before leaping up onto her feet, jumping on the bed as though the completion of her mission had revitalized her energy, big brown eyes sparkling with joy, leaping into my open arms to shove her face into my cheek, sloppily pressing a wet kiss before she cried out, “Look mama, I did it!”

My arms wrapped around her wriggling body, yanking her into my lap while she giggled and kicked at the feeling of my fingers poking into her sides, “You did it my sweet, good job!” I returned the sloppy kiss two-fold, pressing a smooch to her warm forehead and freckled nose. The mattress shifted as Eris sank in beside me, Marwa quietly pressed into his side, her head leaning on his chest, her heavy eyes watching her sister and I before taking a deep breath and clinging closer to her papa. I reached out my hand to run my fingers through the tired babes hair, giving a soft tug to one curl following it with peppered kisses all over the top of Marwa’s head. A sleepy smile tugged at her flushed cheeks, preening under her mamas attention and love, her half lidded eyes finally giving into the sleep she so clearly felt, sliding shut with puffs of breath escaping her open mouth, soothed by the strokes of Eris’ hands down her back and back through her hair.

Twila kindly babbled on, though, she did so more softly so she didn’t wake her twin, telling Eris and I of the things she planned on doing today, “I wanna eat nachos for breakfast, mama, an then I wanna go for a walk with Ruby,” the pup who had slid into the room with the babes and had nestled himself into the rug, dozing in front of the crackling fireplace, “An then I wanna eat nachos for lunch,” Eris cut in with a small laugh tumbling from his pretty lips, a single brow arched as he eyed the babe in my lap with amusement, “Nachos for breakfast and lunch Twi?”

She brought up her tiny palms to stifle giggles that escaped her like a little sprite at Er’s slightly concerned tone, nodding with a hum in affirmation, finding great pleasure in being a source of what could be called ‘a healthy stress’ for her papa. Twila was always the most mischievous and playful of the two, the one most likely being the mastermind for the adventures she took herself and her sister along in as the outgoing babe she is. Poor, sweet Marwa always found herself roped into whatever Twila had planned, following along with unbreakable loyalty, and a secret knack for getting the two out of any trouble they may have found themselves in.

Eris shot me a look that nearly sent me over the edge with cackles, the hilarity of Twila’s cravings were too adorable to handle, a feeling of delirious content spilled into my heart as I thought back to my pregnancy with the babes that were sat in our arms. I thought back to the countless nights I had woken up Eris, who startled awake with distress, thinking there was something wrong with me or the babes, or that there was some danger that needed to be eliminated, only to find that his high lady was craving cheesy, melty nachos with jalapenos and all sorts of other peppers as toppings. Pressing another kiss, this time into the babes chubby cheek, I let my smile widen as her big brown, sparkling eyes turned up to me, “How about we have scrambled eggs and potatoes, the ones that I make, and nachos for lunch, hmm?” Her replying smile lilted her ruddy cheeks enough for Eris to lean in and press his own kiss onto her.

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It had been hours since the morning lull had quickened into the busy afternoon. Eris and I were immensely crammed with our duties, negotiations of forging an alliance between Night, Dawn, and Day was proving harder than expected. Demands that were being sent by all parties were being denied outright without explanation, driving tensions higher and higher with every passing day. The other problems of the court also required our utmost attention, the lords who remained from the rule of Beron were rebelling against Eris’ new laws that were set into place to protect the farmers and townspeople that were once oppressed, both financially and politically. Changes had to be made in Autumn once Eris took his place on the throne, assigning me as the first high lady of Autumn was the first step he made into bringing these changes. After years on the throne, things hadn’t gotten any easier. The only point of peace we got were the moments we had with each other, and the moments we had with our babes.

We hadn’t been able to see them since breakfast; Er and I had been pulled into different meetings while the babes were whisked away to their morning lessons. I glanced up, looking over Eris’ hair at the clock that had been hung on the wall behind his desk. The times after our meetings were spent decompressing within his office, either through fucking out our frustrations or reading together in a peaceful silence. Today, it had been reading together in a peaceful silence. It was nearly a quarter till the sixteenth hour, which was encroaching on what should be the babes naptime.

Their nanny, Zephyrus, should’ve put them to bed already, and it was high time to check and see how they were resting. Normally, Twila slept like a log, soft snores leaving her, similar to her papa in every way. It was Marwa who sometimes struggled with her sleep, waking up in the middle of naptime, coming to her papa’s office to be snuggled and sung back to sleep. Sighing, I pulled myself up from my seat on the tanned leather couch, lifting my feet from Eris’ lap, lightly smacking his shoulder at the groan he had let out as he threw back his head into the couch. I was ready to kiss the babes and give them a quick snuggle, however sexually frustrated my mate was. “Leaving so soon, gorgeous?”

I nearly tripped at the nickname, my heart stuttering for a moment as the bond between us pulled taught. I recovered rather quickly though, my heart returning into the deep yearning feeling for my babes and their warm bodies pressed against mine, clinging onto my hold and whining in their sleep for more soft kisses to their foreheads and cheeks, their mama’s attention something they craved even in their deepest of dreams. “I’ve been here for two hours Er, giving you my undivided attention,” I replied in a rather deadpan tone, the poor male could really never get enough of me, and he made that quite clear with another groan that slipped from his lips. I scoffed at the high lord of Autumn, “so fucking needy aren’t you?” sending him a smirk, swaying my hips as I turned toward the exit. I could hear him shuffle behind me, the image clear in my head that he was adjusting his hard on; another smirk tugged at my lips, one that was now hidden from my mate.

As I turned to shut the door, I brought my hand up to blow Eris a kiss, and he, wordlessly, caught it, his beautiful gods-forsaken eyes glinting back at me until the knob had clicked into place. The bond between us was now struggling against me with need, enticing me to run back into the office so Eris could have his way with me, but I was more focused on getting back to the babes. I strolled through the halls, tracing with my eyes, the giant archways and marbled columns that opened into the back forest and plains of the estate before looking to the ceiling. There is a haze of lychee and pear in the breeze that guides the hung roses and peonies that cover whole portions in rocking motions, the portions that sit free are painted with the histories of Prythian breaking into the seven courts that stand today. The inner gardens had fountains that spouted water that glittered like diamonds under the afternoon sun, dazzling rainbows sent in every direction, landing on the swaying leaves of the eldred willow trees that Eris had planted in victory after he had defeated Beron.

I reached their bedroom without haste, admiring the peach pink and lavender shade of the stained glass embedded into the entryway to the babes room, a lovely gift from Rhysand and Feyre when they were born. The rulers of the Night court had been delighted to hear that their own son, Nyx, would have not only one, but two playmates whenever we would find the time to visit their home in Valeris. Our alliance had never been stronger with the Night court, and that was something that both Eris and I had taken great pride in. I cracked the door open, peering into the dark room, only to find the two beds where the babes should be asleep, empty.

A jolt of panic shot through me and down the mating bond without meaning to, the answering tug from Eris, filled with concern and worry. I sucked a tense and heavy breath through my teeth, calming myself into believing I was just an overprotective mother hen. I sent back an ounce of reassurance down the bond, back to Er before hurrying down to the playroom. I convinced myself that it was entirely possible Twila woke early and insisted that Marwa join her for a game of pretending, pushing down the weightful sense of dread that began to fill me. The estate was impossibly protected with wards and spells that Eris himself, along with Lucien and Helion had cast, blocking off any chance of breach. My breath was too difficult to catch as I paced down the hall, a horrible voice croaking in my head, ‘Nothing is impossible, you fool. What if they were taken?”

Hot tears rimmed my eyes as I tore into the playroom. Empty.

Scattered toys were all over the floor, the table in the center still set with the tea cups that Marwa had gotten as a gift from Lucien, ready for the babes and their favorite uncle to join in on their ‘princess party.’ The sun shone in through the window, heating the room to the point where beads of sweat had formed at the top edge of my lip. The panic that I had shoved down reared its ugly head, spreading through me and in full force down the bond as I broke into a sprint towards their tiny classroom where they received their afternoon lessons. Maybe they had been kept by Draconus, the fae professor who, before, had taught Eris and all his brothers, and before them, Beron and his siblings, and so on. Marwa had always complained about the elderly male droning on for lengths beyond their lesson time.

The door banged against the wall with the force that I had used to slam it open.

Fucking Empty.

My hand came up to my chest, clenching at the feeling of my heart squeezing too tightly in my chest, like a noose had been tied around it and tugged. A wave of nausea and dizziness swept through me, sending me tumbling backward. I nearly fell over as a pair of arms wrapped around my waist, turning me to face the person who had caught me, but I couldn’t see. My vision had blurred, blackening around the periphery as ugly, deep sobs ripped through the lump that had lodged into my throat and out of me. A set of warm hands cupped my cheeks, lifting my gaze to meet crazed amber eyes flickering back and forth with mine, “They are gone. Where are… Where are the… Where are my babes?” It comes out rather quietly, stuttered between short and incomplete gasps. Rather breathless. Almost whispered. As if I couldn’t find it within me to speak the horrid words any louder.

My knees gave out completely, any sensation in my legs ceased to exist, but Eris was there to lift me into his embrace, wrapping his arm around my legs and lifting me into a bridal style before resting me on the small desk that Marwa usually sat at. He didn’t wait for another moment, screaming out to his personal guards in the most chilling voice I had ever heard him use, “Lock down this fucking estate. No one moves in or out. Search the entire fucking house. Leave no room unsearched. Turn every piece of fucking furniture over. Find my children, heirs to the Autumn throne. Immediately. Or heads will roll.” His back is turned towards me as he shouted, but the panic he felt rippled down the bond in heavy waves, focusing into a rage that he had never experienced, not even when Beron lived, “and bring me the fucking nanny.”

His guards immediately drew their iron swords at his orders and dispersed rapidly, some running further into the home, some running outside. Splitting into groups of two, one ran towards the outskirts of the estate where Zeyphrus lived to drag her back here, and the other towards the outer forest that surrounded the home. My hands shook as I traced the little carving of Marwa’s name on the small desk, left by what looks to be a very sharp pencil, or possibly, a tiny dagger. I could hardly feel the indents into the wood, my hands tingling with panic and nerves as Eris turned towards me, the fire in his eyes still evident. His hand caught mine, squeezing tightly, “We will find them my love, they will be fine. They are strong and will take care of each other.”

Another sob escaped me as I collapsed into his arms, clinging to his figure for a moment before the shouts of the nanny were heard down the hall. Two of the guards were dragging her by her elbows, she glanced wildly around the room in confusion until she was brought to her knees facing us. She took one long look at Eris’ face, wincing at the cold fury that was directed at her and turned to stare down at the ground, “Where are Marwa and Twila?” Her head snapped up, confusion washing over her face, “I– in bed my lord,” stuttering it out, more as a question than as a statement. She shifted her gaze to me, maybe hoping to find more mercy, mercy that I could not find within me as long as my babes were missing.

She continued, her voice trembling as her body began to shake, the guards tightening their grip on her elbows and yanking her up to face us once more, “My lord, I put them to bed for their daily nap, I– are they not there?” Her cerulean blue eyes filled with tears, panic shone across her face as she begins to process the implications of not knowing where Marwa and Twila were. My tone was piercing, “No, they aren’t.” She began stuttering, but the patience of Eris and I had already been drawn out the moment we found their classroom empty, Eris had fully shifted into the ruthless high lord he once feared becoming, slamming his hand onto the wooden table next to him, his eyes filled with the fire that was stoked by the fear of losing his children, the greatest joys of his life. Zephyrus cried out in fear, flinching as the nearby supply closet lit into a controlled fire, the pent of rage and horror Eris felt bleeding into his surroundings through his fae magic.

But there was something in the way that she had looked at us, the way she had been truly confused, almost flabbergasted that we had been questioning her about the whereabouts of our babes that made me feel as though, deep in my gut, she had nothing to do with this. I felt weak, my hands still tingling from the panic, shakily resting on one of Eris’ forearms, “She doesn’t know anything Er.” Both of their heads jolted towards me, Zephyrus with a look of relief muddled with confusion, and Eris, shaken and upset. The babes adored their nanny, and she loved them. Marwa always has stories of the cuddles she and Zephyrus had, and Twila was filled with tales of their afternoon walks through the forest. She had looked after them since they were born, setting up to help me on the toughest of nights, and the busiest of days.

Er jerked his head at the guards, gesturing for them to take the woman away, likely to a holding cell for further questioning until the babes are found. But it would be pointless. We had sworn her into secrecy and loyalty the day she signed on as our babes nanny, and any movement away from that sworn loyalty, would result in her immediate death by the magic that bound us together. I painfully swallowed against the hard lump in my throat, still struggling to breathe, the pressure in my chest making it only possible to catch my breath, even in small gasps of air.

The fear burned my eyes, I blinked back the stinging tears to prevent them from streaming down into an endless sea of panic. Blowing out the breath from my puffed cheeks, I stared into Eris’ flickering irises, still flaming from the worry. His warm hands came up to cup my cheeks, pulling me closer into him until his forehead was pressed against mine, “You can find them my love,” his lips fluttered above my upper lip as he spoke, “You know them better than anyone. They are your soul, as they are my heart. C’mon sweet girl, think.” His hand marked by our shared tattoo reached down and grabbed hold of my own, pressing it against his chest right where his heart beat. It felt like a hummingbird fluttering against my palm, only slowing with pulses of comfort that waved down our bond.

I tightened my palm into a fist, gripping the soft material of his blood red shirt as I forced myself to think back to where the babes could possibly be. All the areas I had checked were my firstline stream of thoughts, but it was possible they were elsewhere in places I hadn’t even initially thought of. But the possibilities remained endless. Eris and I had been quite strict with incorporating family outings into our schedules. Even as high lord and lady, we still made sure to have one on one time with the babes, girls’ day out with their mama and daddy's day out with their papa, even their favorite uncle, the newly ascendent high lord of Day, Lucien joined in on occasion.

From having their own treehouse built in the sacoya, to private pathways in the forest, to small alcoves for a game of hide and seek, to the rapids of the Sienna river where Eris took them fishing.

They could be anywhere.

And who even knows if they were together?

I sent a silent prayer to the mother and gods above, to any deity who had the sympathy to listen and hopefully, the benevolence to answer such prayers, that they were together, that they remained as a unit of sisters, stuck together with the everlasting love of siblings. I prayed a prayer that they would give me even the smallest of clues as to where they could possibly be, And I hoped that Ruby, their pup, was with them, even as small as he was, it was possible that–.

The pup.

The hounds.

Though Eris’ palm was rubbing the back of my neck, keeping me close to him as he eyed my now concentrated face, I felt myself hurtle back. The fucking hounds. “I– I think I know. Gods, please, I think–,” I couldn't even finish my sentence, already using all my force to push myself off the desk, legs pumping underneath me, carrying me before the thought could even finish itself. I continued crying prayers to myself as I ran, “gods, please, please.” I could barely hear the thudding of Eris’ leather boots against the marbled floor and then the evening dewed grass over the blood that was whooshing in my ears.

Eris slammed into my back, not expecting me to suddenly stop in my tracks. His arm wrapped around my hips as we both stumbled forward, trying to prevent me from being thrown over the stable door as the force of his impact made its way through me. But my feet were planted on the floor, my hand frozen stuck on the door handle. A question comes out of Eris’ mouth, one that I do not hear as I forced myself to take another deep breath, a final beseeching prayer to the cauldron before heaving the heavy door open.

One of my hands reached back to grab Eris’ as I pulled him and I inside, eyes searching over every millimeter of the stable, over and over. The stalls remained childless, with only hay and curious horses peaking at us. My grip tightened its hold on Eris’ hand, squeezing three times on occasion as he paced behind me, rechecking every stall that I have peered into. I switched my path away from the horses and towards the area where the killer hounds were kept. The ones that belonged to Eris, even before I was in his life. The ones who are supposed to tear apart any enemies to the Autumn Court into literal shreds. The ones who are known to maul intruders of the estate.

The ones that have the softest of soft spots for the babes and I.

The ones who used to whine at our bedroom door until Eris would get out of bed to open the door for them. The ones who would rush into the room and pounce onto the bed to snuggle against me. The ones who refused to leave my side during my pregnancy, taking turns laying their head on my swollen belly. The ones who stood at the doorway during the birth of the babes, growling at any sentry who walked past the room. The ones who licked the small toes of Marwa, and sniffed at Twila’s little fists. The ones who ran ahead during our family hikes to warn us of any pedestrians ahead. The ones who slowed their trots to match pace with the small toddling of Marwa and Twila. The ones who patiently allowed for Twila to climb onto their backs, who screamed with joy, “Onward Buster!” forcing them to carry her to wherever the little one pleased. The ones who sat with Marwa, who settled herself on their side, reading tiny books to them, pointing out the pictures with her chubby pointer finger which they would attentively stare at.

And there they are.

I took a moment, soaking in the scene before me, pressing my hands into my belly, trying to quiet the sobs that are forcing their way through my body. I heard a gasp of relief from Eris, who hugged me from behind and stroked the backs of my hand, popping a quick kiss into my cheek and then on my temple before resting his head on top of mine. He slowly swayed us side to side, enjoying the most adorable, relieving sight he had ever seen in his entire lifetime.

Twila was curled into Marwa, her pudgy arm clinging to her sister's soft, plush belly. Marwa’s head was turned toward Twila’s, her tiny hand tightly gripping her sisters, the both of them fast asleep, cuddled together, surrounded by the warmth of the twelve killer hounds that Eris had raised. Their pup lay on his stomach, snoring softly as the babes feet rested under him, acting as a miniature comforter.

It was Marwa who woke first, hearing the shuffling of her mama and papa trying to move around the hounds to reach them. Her tiny fist released her sister's hand, rubbing at her sleep crusted eyes, a tiny yawn escaping her as she sat up and stretched, her adorable rounded belly sticking out. “Mama?” Her voice is heavy with sleep, her eyes half lidded as she fought off falling back into her dreams.

I choked down another sob, reaching down for her, my smile watery and full as her arms automatically reached out so she could be held, “Hello my beautiful little babe.” I pulled her into my embrace, clutching at her dress and stuffing my face into her messy, knotted hair, “And what kind of mischief have you and your sister gotten into little one?” Her legs could barely wrap around my waist, her arms tightly wrapped around my neck as she buried her face into my shoulder, taking a deep sigh of content as she took in her mothers scent. Eris finally reached the passed out Twila, who continued snoring quietly as he lifted her up into his chest. He planted a kiss onto her nose, which twitched at the tickling sensation, before she snuggled deeper into his warmth. He rocked her, patting the space between her shoulders to soothe her back into her deep sleep. The hounds lifted their deadly stares at us, taking a moment to recognize who we are, before resting their heads back onto their feet.

I huffed out a snort, rolling my eyes while I approached Eris, focused more so on bending over to kiss Twila’s ruddy, warm cheeks than the napping hounds. Marwa grumbled, wriggling deeper into my embrace when Eris landed a sloppy kiss onto her forehead. He sent a smirk my way, bumping his hip into mine as we strolled out of the stables, “They really are your children,” his voice is hoarse, but filled with mirth and fondness. I scoffed, bumping his hip in return, much rougher than I had initially intended, “And what is that supposed to mean fireboy?” I side-eyed him, pursing my lips into a wicked grin as he flushed red at the nickname. “I mean, they fall asleep anywhere and everywhere at any time. And I wonder who they got that from,” boring his amber eyes into mine without any sense of hesitation.

I playfully gasped at the hidden accusation, tickling the bottoms of Marwa’s feet who kicked them out and cackled as I stared incredulously at her, “Do you hear your papa little one? How ridiculous is he?” She leaned in, pecking my lips with a tiny kiss, before pulling back, her chocolate brown eyes bright and sparkling, “So so ri-ducky-lucky mama.” Eris chomped his teeth at her, “Honk honk,” snickering at her cheerful yelps. He settled the napping Twila, who had a tranquil smile gracing her face, on his hip, reaching his free hand, tattooed with our marriage vows to rest on the small of my back as we walked back to the estate.

They were most definitely sleeping in our room at nightfall.

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General taglist: @nyotamalfoy @brekkershadowsinger @kennedy-brooke @fieldofdaisiies

#Girl dad!Eris x reader #girl dad!Eris #girl dad eris x reader #girl dad!eris vanserra #marwa and twila #babes #acotar fanfic #eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra fanfic #eris vanserra as a girl dad #girl dad!#eris vanserra #eris vanserra x you #eris vanserra acotar #eris acotar #girl dad!er

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demonichikikomori · 2 months

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OHHHH ur last ask got me in a chokehold as a fem for fem lesbian..... just imagining constantly venting to vil about this pretty woman u saw, maybe being a bit sad bc like, u were just going to the grocery, u didnt even dress that nice!! how are u supposed to catch her attention!!

constantly going to the market to try to see her again, trying to scheme up ways to talk to her and maybe going to vil for advice skfndkdn

ITS BECAUSE I LIKE GIRLS. I AM SECRETLY A VIL STAN IN A LESBIAN WAY (giving him she/him pronouns in my mind.)!!!! The reason I never openly talk about my love for a fem presenting Vil or him using feminine pronouns (even though it is canon in the JP server he does use them interchangeably and gender neutral terms) it does tend to upset some people?

I have been told that it is a harmful headcanon to have because Vil is a man who believes beauty is genderless. So making him trans or giving him fem pronouns is uhhh, someone told me it was considered transphobic. And I never want to come off that way because of how I personally perceive a character.

I do love the idea of Vil being a crossdresser, going as far as to wear a corset to accentuate his curves, and even a chest pad to give the appearance of breasts... He has to disguise himself when he goes out, so he cant dress normally without being crowded by paparazzi!!! When he sees you in public while dressed as a woman, he cant help but indulge you. Meeting at the market, passing you notes saying that he cant speak because he injured his vocal chords. Or some excuse so you wont recognize him. But he loves walking and listening to you chat. Finishing your shopping and vanishing again without a trace.

He knows the situation will end in heartbreak when you run to him, he's dressed as a man again today. You tell him about the gorgeous woman you met. He gives you advice and smiles when you follow his every word. But, he's not sure how much more he can take...

He doesn't want the game between you to end. But he doesn't want to deceive you either!!

I won't lie, I do want to write an angst-ish fic like this because it does give me a chance to talk about wlw ships and also the romance of gender in a way. You fell in love with Vil as a woman, not a man. So what emotions would come up when he revealed himself to you? If he ever did? Would he pass you a note one day saying that he was leaving the island soon to return to a far away castle? Leaving you with a parting kiss to the cheek with a smear of red lipstick? ... Aghhh... You guys are seriously indulging me today!!!

#ask the devil #vil schoenheit propaganda

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sweetnxthingz-yandere · 1 year

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The perfect pet

CW: kiddnaping, non-con touching, light tourture, master/servant roles, fem reader, human trafficing, mindbreak.

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It seemed it was only a few days ago you were snatched away from your simple lifestyle, your friends and family. Kiddnapped and involuntarily sold on the black market, to being bought and compeled to be a servant to the large daunting man who sat behind you, working silently.

You felt his warm breath cascade across your neck at every exhale he made, sending shivers down your spine. one of his large hands gripped the soft, bare skin of your upper thigh, massaging lightly. He had you perched upon his thigh, “sitting prettily to warm his lap”, as he said. His office was silent aside from the fireplace crackling and the sound of his fountain pen scratching across paper.

“Master?” You questioned softly.

His sharp eyes darted to meet yours, a permanent scowl adorned his visage as his eyes traveled over your face. He spoke in a hushed tone.

“Yes, my pet~”

You felt your stomach flutter at the tone, squirming lightly ontop of his lap. You heard the sound of his pen stop and he pressed his chest closer against your back.

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

His now unoccupied hand slowly made its way to your waist. Fingers brushing over your chest, the tight maid dress he insisted you wore, pushing your breast up. Exposing your cleavage for his predatory, roaming eyes. Taking note of your hesitation he placed a ringed finger in your chin, tapping your lips with the rough pad of his thumb.

“Speak.”

“A-Are you sure you want me to sit on you lap this long? I don’t want you to be uncomfotable master.” You stated hesitantly.

Pulling your body closer to his chest his warm breath right on the side of your face. Soft lips grazed over your ear as he spoke huskily. “Pet, if i didnt want you here you wouldve been gone a long time ago”.

Pulling away he laid back on his chair as you sat and pondered his words. looking behind, you met his gaze as you lightly inquired.

“do...you mean...?”

His eyes narowed when he spoke, “ Yes. Things or people who do not please me don’t last long. But you are special, thats why I bought you. I know you won’t disappoint me.” while he spoke he turned you in his lap to face him. Large hands finding purchase on the supple skin of your ass.

Those simple words snapped you back to a hard reality you forgtten about. Youve been with this man for what, weeks?...Months? In that time you have forgotten how much of a dangerous man he is.

You remember how Harshly he broke you in when you first arrived to his sucluded residence.

The countless escape attempts, endless times fighting aganist everything he forced you to do, days without food or water to break you down, hours of crying in the dark basement where he tied you up.

But...

After the horrid tourture ended he comforted you, held you while you cried and begged him to let you out the cold basement, treated your wounds after your attemps for freedom failed once again, putting ice on brusies he created when he savagely grabbed you.

Finally he broke you, and here you sat obedently at his every beck and call.

The perfect pet

You felt your eyes water at the sudden recollection. Your stomach dropped as you comprehended the false sense of hope he lured you into. Tears fell down your face as you abbrubtly hugged his form, face buried in his neck. You felt a hand pat your hair as another rubbed your back consoling you. He always loved comforting you when you got like this.

#yandere #yandere imagines #yandere blog #yandere x reader #master #servant #kiddnapping #yandere prompt #cw noncon #black market

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tvreadsandsleep · 1 year

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» Domestic!Attoye || Attoye Prompt Drabbles || Master List « » Also inspired by this piece of amazing fanart by @xblackreader. «

Stood in the shower, the hot water cascading down her body, Okoye gave a sigh of relief. The bustle of the day melted away, flowing down the drain as she washed off the grime she’d accumulated during her travels. The wash up she’d done that morning, after her sunrise run and calisthenics, hadn’t been this soothing: a quick scrub and rinse to rid her body of sweat before she kissed Attuma good-bye, hurrying to meet Nakia for breakfast.

The rest of her day had seen her navigating the marketplace (her kitchen’s bare cabinets the catalyst for her trip), where the mouthwatering aromas of all the available food clung to her skin and clothing. After she’d finished shopping, she’d paid M20 his daily visit on her way back. The rhino’s licks of affection had left her cheeks feeling sticky, the brillo pad of his tongue abrasive on her skin. Plus, the odor of animal excretions was added to the kaleidoscope of scents she’d obtained from the market. Dropping her purchases off at home, she’d then gone to meet Aneka for one of their tri-weekly training sessions. This had led, again, to her being drenched in sweat, and though she felt satisfied, her muscles pleasantly fatigued, she was ready to clean herself and spend what remained of her day in tranquil relaxation.

Her wishes beginning to come to fruition, Okoye tipped her head forward under the spray of water. Another sigh left her lips and they curved into a smile, her eyes closing for a brief moment as she inhaled the steamy air. She reached for her favorite lavender body wash, and was busying herself with lathering up her washcloth when she heard a shifting from beyond the shower stall’s entrance. Before she could react, the door was pulled open, and the massive frame of her boyfriend blocked the bathroom’s light.

His eyes roamed over her naked body, heating it in a different, much more carnal, way than the shower currently was.

“I didn’t think you would be home until late,” she said, continuing with what she’d been preparing to do. Under his leer, she ran the soapy cloth over her arms and chest. She spent more time than necessary stroking her breasts, lifting and fondling them with the suds for his benefit. She smirked at his deep inhalation then moved to lave the rest of her body.

He ignored her statement, his eyes steady on her, groaning when she bent forward to wash her legs and feet.

“May I join you,” he asked, finally speaking.

She paused in her bathing, the water flowing to rinse her skin, and looked him over. She’d expected to see lust in his eyes, but the underlying mischievousness in his expression was slightly unsettling—especially when he flashed his teeth at her, his tongue running over their sharp edges.

“Only if you behave.”

“Of course, my love.” He made quick work of removing his clothes, unconscious to where he threw them.

She was readying to lecture him about putting them in the hamper, but he stepped into the stall and crowded her against its wall before she could speak. He kissed her right shoulder, tenderly moving his lips along her skin. She leaned into his chest, letting her head be supported by his body. Lulled into a sense of calm, her eyes snapped wide open at the sting of his teeth sinking into her flesh.

“Ow,” she exclaimed, swatting at his head. She twisted in his hold and leveled a glare in his direction. “I told you to behave. I’m not done and I don’t need you distracting me.”

“I am behaving,” he claimed, moving to take a bite at her opposite arm. He was, for the second time, met by the slap of her hand, this one on his chest.

“This is not behaving, Attuma.” She tried to sound stern, but the hold his teeth had taken on her left cheek impeded her efforts. “Attuma!” She whined, closing her eye, lest it be poked out by his nose.

After a short time, his jaw relaxed, unhanding her face.

“I am behaving, my love. Had I not been, I would have immediately removed you from this chamber to receive me, on your hands and knees, in the comfort of our bed. I am behaving by allowing you to complete your cleaning ritual.”

Conceding his point, Okoye pouted softly. On one hand, she mourned the loss of her quiet evening, while, on the other, she was excited about where this bit of foreplay would lead. Rest was, without a doubt, no longer in her near future. Attuma was sure to filled their evening and night with passionate lovemaking.

Yes, she was now loved—far more tenderly and thoroughly than she’d ever been before—but at what cost? The question echoed in her head as Attuma gathered her closer to lay another bite on her, this time aiming for her breast.

#okoye x attuma #attuma x okoye #attoye #okoye #attuma #black panther wakanda forever #mywriting #attoyedailyprompt #domesticattoye

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aerynwrites · 2 years

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Viktor x Fem!Reader

A/N: completely forgot I wrote this lol. So here you go! Enjoy :)

Word count: 1.4K

Warnings: NSFW, smutish, nothing super explicit, heavy making out, breast play(?), reader is a female/female anatomy, lingerie, fluff.

The blue lace is soft beneath your fingers, delicate straps running over your shoulders securely and holding the barely there garment to your skin.

The two piece set was an impulse purchase - something you had seen in the window of a hole in the wall shop called ‘Life’s Secret Pleasures’.

You remember how the little bell tinkled above your head as you entered the store and immediately asked for the set in the window, the kind lady behind the counter smiling knowingly the whole time she wrapped the purchase delicately in tissue paper before bagging it up.

Thankfully the bag was small enough to hide in your satchel before you rejoined Viktor at a market stand selling miscellaneous mechanical parts.

In fact, the inventor was so consumed in his bartering, you don’t think he even noticed you were gone.

Perfect.

It allowed you to formulate the plan that’s now playing out. Just a few days after your purchase, Viktor has taken a very rare day off from the lab, citing wanting to spend time with you since he’s been so busy lately.

The perfect opportunity to surprise him.

It’s evening now, having spent the day doing whatever you both wanted to do. Breakfast at the small coffee shop in town, walking through the market before spending the rest of the day in bed. Viktor chose to read, while you either dozed on and off or asked him to read to you, something he obliged with happily.

You love his voice, something he knows and uses to his advantage quite often.

Eventually, however, you both left the warmth of your bed to make dinner. And once that was done you finally made your move. You had slipped into the bathroom as Viktor returned to the bed, book in hand once more as he sat against the headboard.

Now, with your lacy outfit donned and ready to go, you can’t help the surge of confidence that courses through you.

Initially, you were worried Viktor wouldn’t really care about the lingerie. But the moment you put it on, you know he’s going to be surprised.

You look good.

With one last glance in the mirror you turn and open the bathroom door quietly, peeking into the bedroom to see if Viktor is where you left him.

He’s still sitting on the bed, legs stretched out in front of him and none the wiser to your presence leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom.

You take a moment to study him, admiring the way he just so comfortably exists in your shared space.

His hair is slightly mussed from being in bed all day, not messy perse - but some errant strands sticking up in places they usually don’t. His golden eyes slide easily across the pages of the book he holds in one hand, fingers splayed elegantly across the leather cover.

He looks…peaceful. Calm. So much more at ease than he has been on the nights he comes home from the lab.

And you want to help him feel even better.

Slowly, you push off the door frame and pad softly across the room. The wooden floor creaks quietly beneath your feet, but Viktor still doesn’t look up from his book.

Always absorbed in his work.

You smile, finally approaching his side of the bed, trailing light fingers over the thin material of his sleep pants.

He lets out a low hum, acknowledging your presence but still looking down at that damn book, completely unaware of the gift that stands before him.

“Viktor…” you sing-song, fingers continuing their path upwards until they hook over the edge of his book, tugging it down gently.

“Mm, yes my love?”

Finally his eyes pull away from the worn pages, and you watch in silent delight as he physically stutters. His eyes dart over your form, not sure where to look before they land back on your face. Pupils blown wide, lips parted slightly in surprise…

Gotcha.

The smile that tugs at your lips is nothing short of mischievous as he sets the book on the nightstand and reaches for you.

His eyes are once again roaming over you, drinking in the lace that hugs your body. His movements are slow as his hands finally find your sides, and you shudder at the chilly temperature of his hands.

Slowly, as if he’s asking permission, he tugs you towards him, urging you to join him on the bed.

You oblige his silent plea, climbing up so you straddle his hips, ever careful of his leg.

When you settle against him, his hands slide to rest upon your hips, thumbs dipping below the waistband of the lace bottoms.

He looks at you reverently, still taking you in before his eyes finally rise up to meet yours.

The look he gives you is nothing short of a supplicant worshipping the marble statue of their god. Eyes swimming with love and adoration as his lips move but fail to form the words he wants to say.

You have to brace yourself with hands on his shoulders as he pulls you closer - you’ve never had someone look at you like this before, and it’s slightly jarring, making emotion swell within your chest.

Finally, Viktor speaks, and the words are whispered with a reverence you’ve never experienced before.

“You’re so beautiful.” He says, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your cheek, then another one to your jaw, trailing lower.

Craning your head to the side, Viktor eagerly lavishes attention to the skin you expose, whispering praises into you between each kiss.

“Perfect. Captivating. Exquisite.”

“Viktor…” his name falls from your lips in a whispered moan as his teeth sink into the delicate skin of your collarbone.

He pulls away then, eyes now sparkling with pure desire as he holds you tighter, fingers digging delightfully into your hips.

“I love you,” he whispers, capturing your lips with his own.

You want to respond, to tell him that you love him too, and maybe even tease him a little for this absolutely lovely reaction he’s giving you.

Viktor barely gives you room to breathe with how he practically devours you. His tongue sliding past your lips, hands dipping below the waistband of your underwear to take handfuls of your ass in hand and pull you impossibly closer to him.

You gasp when you feel him hard and hot against your core, his lounge pants doing little to conceal his arousal.

Viktor pulls away from the kiss, his lips wet and swollen. You just barely start to speak before he silences you again, maneuvering you both carefully so you lay beneath him and he is propped up above you, hungry eyes roaming over you once more.

You can’t help the huff of laughter that escapes you as his fingers dance over your sides, toying with the lace at the bottom of your bra.

“If I’d known lingerie would get you this riled up, I would have bought some sooner.” You tease, reaching up to tug at his shirt.

He complies, letting you pull the fabric over his head and toss it to the side before he’s leaning over you again.

“I am always, eh…riled up - when I’m around you.” Leaning down, he presses soft lips to the swell of your breast, tongue peaking out to taste the dewiness of your skin. “You’re absolutely captivating. Always.” A nip of teeth as he travels to the other side. “You never cease to amaze me, and make me crave you like a drowning man needs air.”

You arch into him as one of his hands slides beneath the lace of your bra, expert fingers brushing over your nipple before squeezing just enough.

“Viktor, please…” You beg, yearning for his touch.

He smiles down at you, mischief gittering in his eyes as he withdrawals his hand.

You can’t stop the frustrated sigh that slips past your lips - but before you can complain, Viktor stops you.

Featherlight and teasing, he traces over the edge of the lace covering your breasts, before trailing down further to do the same to the waistband below.

“Patience, my love.” He soothes, shuffling down so his lips follow the path his fingers leave.

He goes down further, stray strands of chestnut hair tickling your tummy before his lips find purchase at your inner thigh, teeth nipping gently there before he finally looks up at you again.

“I want to take my time unwrapping my gift.”

Your breath leaves you in a hurried rush as his fingers hook under the fabric and tug.

You smile to yourself.

Best. Purchase. Ever.

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Speaking of fashion, I will eventually have the appropriate amount of time to dedicate myself to a proper attire headcanon post. For now, I only have examples for silhouettes pertaining to dresses gathered. Which at this point can ultimately be narrowed down in explanation as Muu holding preference for a bodice that does not require even just a modest breast size.

Although he does wear bralettes (which is not out of gender dysphoria or euphoria on any account actually. Instead, it is more so like a running joke with himself at this point due to the fact he's actually had an infatuation with wearing them since he was a sixteen year old boy that found a bra lying in the street) he doesn't do so with the intent of applying padding to them-- especially when considering the fact he has some minor gynaecomastia due to stubbornly persistent baby fat going on. He can deal with those, but he definitely doesn't want to even so much as imply he has "real breasts."

He also isn't one to gravitate towards those built around the necessity for breasts due to the fact that he does not wish for the attire adorning his body to appear as though something (or somethings) is missing. Which is also the given reason why even in his decision to wear what is considered women's underwear underneath the dresses similar to above, he does not engage in the act of tucking. Yes, that does come within treacherous territory per the fact that he is then advertising himself as a flamboyantly youthful individual with an occasionally visible (and not incredibly well endowed, mind you) genitalia outline in his attire. That's not even to mention the detectability of his disabilities on establishing conversation with him.

Beyond that, he's not too partial to much else. Length and material is otherwise irrelevant as long as he can freely move within it to accommodate an in-between active and sedentary lifestyle. He would also best appreciate those that are not overwhelming to the senses in one manner or another-- this includes itchiness, heaviness, lack of breathability, and so on. Textures usually aren't too worrisome to him, however, as he has been raiding the closet of his female friends (such as Hannah of @kannojo predominantly) for years, so by now he knows what he does and doesn't like with enough ease that even unexpectedly finding something is unappealing to him van be easily remedied without any fit.

The bottom line with all of this is while Muu strictly wears what is primarily marketed as women's clothing, he does not do so out of the desire to be a woman. In fact, he's asked that question within himself many times only to come up with the same conclusion each time: He is simply an aged up boy caught up in having to navigate too many things at once, therefore eccentricities intended to lighten his load have transpired. Being that 99% of abusers have been men throughout the years, and women his sanctuary from them, it became sensible at some point for him to cease one struggle for favor of mirroring his safety while he sources through another. Muu has no idea even how to be a person yet, let alone a gendered one.

That is also not to say he wishes to abolish entirely in favor of utilizing they/them pronouns. In fact, it still remains quite the opposite. At this time in his life, he's not looking to be othered more than he always has acquired for himself. Being gridlocked into a perpetual state of regression in his present has been isolating enough as is that he doesn't wish for more beyond that. It also has intriguingly been almost beneficial in keeping some of his identity centered, though, as being so interwoven with his inner teen provides connection with the perspective of character held back then.

When he was sixteen, he was very self assured in nearly all aspects in life until led to second guessing the bulk of them. Of those is one of which where he was well adamant that he was a boy with a preference for he/him pronouns to demonstrate that. And while he's been able to find appreciation for femininity that he'd have otherwise mocked in his youth, that is as far as it goes for the time being. Working beyond the semantics of that just isn't on the table at this time in his life.

Where he might go with it during Pride Month is still up to him, but, really, his focus is far more centered on fulfilling and answering other aspects of his person at this time. Generalized comfort and safety are of the utmost importance to his emotionally led manner of living. Once that is established, whether or not he opts for reintroducing what is considered men's attire back into his wardrobe is completely up in the air.

#; ♡ ; headcanons #muu doesn't even necessarily actively consider himself nonbinary due to the fact that he's open to the possibility #that he will feel centered in his identity as a man just as he was with boyhood once he is no longer Terrified to exist as is #identifying as genderflux in some aspect is definitely a cluch for him in regards to #when you've heard from people your whole life that you are not a man for aspects relating to maturity and physical appearance #you eventually may find yourself going I'm not a man maybe!! Out of safety and hopefulness that doing so might make people be kind to you #socially he definitely feels abandoned by masculinity and blocked out of spaces by his peers #but being a woman has never fit right in his head either as he genuinely knows he does not Want to be one #what he wants to feel included and wanted with so the bulk of muses who've so far made him feel that way are women #and only really a couple men at best with fran at the top of the list #women wise he has neff who he has commented even himself to be the only person not including his canon wife #to love him unconditionally #and suki who after one stint or another involving sully and calix was the only person to ask him how he was feeling #I'm also including lyla per the fact that she is one of few he can be fun and funny with which may not sound like a lot #but when you carry the burden of holding a notoriety for being melancholic it is actually really an act of kindness #to be considered something other than that even just once because he did used to be very cheeky back in the day #nowadays he just spends so much time worrying about what characteristics of himself must be so grotesque to others around him #that he's lost the ability to even breathe too loud around another person let alone take up space and time beyond that #which is actually why I find it very fitting he wears women's clothing because which section of the binary has gone centuries being told #to stay out of sight and out of mind for their own safety ??#not to mention the fact that can one really be too surprised that someone deeply in need of nurturing spaces #would then decide to dress like a woman because of the connection with motherhood #being that moms are usually the poster parent for unconditional love which is a whole mixed bag I'm not getting into today #nonetheless the bottom line is still that muu does not identify as either transgender transsexual or even as a crossdresser as #none feel applicable to him at this time and instead he's solid in being people's eccentric friend who happens to be #both feminine and jovial and most Definitely sensitive all while he figures out all else beyond that

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Kenneth having to wear absorbency-pad tops under his normal tops because if a baby cries his nipples start leaking, and him being thankful he found that out at home and not during his sermon.

Travis definitely didn’t play a video with a baby crying just for Kenneth to learn this. Totally didn’t help his dad out for the third time this week.

He totally didn’t misplace an add for the new and improved model of absorbency pads circulating the market. Totally just perfect time. And he definitely didn’t tell Kenneth they should head to that store to pick up some baby stuff! Totally not a stress free way of Kenneth being able to pick up some pads.

I just know his business partner enjoys the free drink. Fuller breasts and a snack from his snack. A great time to be alive. (Travis hates them for ruining motherhood for him)

I just know this is a chunky lil baby. All cute and rotund. Hardly cries unless their needs are NOT met. Likes to cuddle with their mommy or Travis. Really likes to cling to Travis. Cries when someone takes him out of Travis’ arms, even if it’s Kenneth.

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A Slave For You

Chapter 7

Leila swallowed a hard lump forming in the back of her throat as she slowly went upstairs to wait in James’s room. His instructions were clear and specific, and she was dreading them. What was he going to do? Punish her? Hurt her? Use those scary toys she found at the bottom of that draw? She didn’t want to know, but at the same time, she did. As her thoughts had clouded her mind, she realised she was at the bedroom door, and there was no turning back. She placed her clammy hand on the handle, almost slipping as she pulled it down, fumbled with it, and entered inside.

James was already there, his back to her, as he laid various items out on the bed neatly, in straight lines, and with perfect coordination. Leila waited nervously by the door, hands gripping each other behind her back as she waited for him to turn. “Close the door,” he ordered, his back still towards her, and she obeyed immediately, shutting the door and waiting patiently. When he finally turned, he had expected her to stand closer, but she was on the far side of his room, hiding away.

He smirked, turning fully to face her and shoving his hands in his pockets as he admired her from afar. She was dead pretty, her hair perfectly framing her face and hiding her flushed cheeks, and that short maid outfit sculpted her body to perfection. Now he was finally going to be able to use his slave for what she was intended for.

“Come here,” he ordered simply, and Leila took a small breath before slowly tiptoeing over to him, his intimidation growing with every step. She reached him, standing a few inches for safety. She peaked around his arm and saw the same black leather she found earlier, a long leather whip and cuffs, various other implements and toys, and some new items she hadn’t seen. Fuck, she was getting more nervous, and her cheeks heated up more. Her legs trembled slightly, but she tried to hold them together.

James took a big breath through his nose, stepping forward to close the gap between them and running his eyes across her body. The way the collar bobbed against her neck as she swallowed already had him hot under his suit, and he groaned softly, just staring over her.

“I want you to take off your dress and shoes and put them neatly by the wall over there.” He pointed to one of the walls of the bedroom, and Leila breathed slowly through her lips.

"Yes, sir,” she made sure to add in, minimising the risk of punishment. James watched in delight as she slowly unbuttoned the dress, revealing just her pants, folded it neatly, slipped off her shoes, and then reluctantly slipped off the thong, placing it on top of the pile. She was left with nothing but the leather collar on her neck, and, padding back over to him, she stood at his attention. James once again closed the gap between them, standing much closer this time, and he lifted up his hands, running his knuckles across her body, his fingers dancing lightly over her large breasts, circling her puckered nipples, and she tried not to flinch at the touch. Not because it was painful but because it was more sensitive.

She breathed deeply, closing her eyes as she lost herself in his touch, and he softly chuckled at her reaction. His hand trailed down her stomach, fingers tapping as he reached her crotch and slipped a hand between her legs, cupping her mound. She was cold and slightly wet from nerves, and Leila gasped as he touched her there, her eyes shooting open. Her instinct was to throw his hand away, but she didn’t dare touch him.

She felt so cold and vulnerable, standing naked in front of him while he was fully clothed. His long fingers curled slightly, slipping one through her folds and running it up to her clitoral area, pressing with his thumb. The coldness from his ring slightly burned her, and she jumped at the sensation. He smirked at his eyes darted up to hers, seeing her hiding herself away from him with shyness.

“Tonight you’re here to serve me, to do exactly as I say, and to please me in whatever way I want; do you understand?” He commanded with a touch of gentleness in his voice, and Leila nodded, keeping her eyes shut.

“Look at me," she ordered, and she slowly opened her eyes. His dark blue eyes gazed into her so intensely, like he was looking straight into her soul, and she tried not to let the intimidation get the best of her.

"Yes, sir,” she answered, and he smiled.

“Good girl, now kneel beside my bed here,” he ordered, pointing to the ground, and Leila followed immediately, dropping to her knees as she watched him.

Her long blonde hair trailed down her back, exposing her breasts even more, and James reached on the bed for a set of leather cuffs, black with a buckle and a silver ring. He sat on the edge of the bed in front of her, holding out his palm for her wrist, and she swallowed, slowly handing it to him. With a tug, he rested her wrist into the cuff, buckling it tightly with ease. He repeated it on the other side before attaching a thick chain between them, binding her wrists together but with some slack. The heavy chain clunked with subtle movements, and Leila felt her heart slam against her chest. She hadn’t felt something so heavy before, weighing her down, and the leather was smooth but tight.

James stifled a moan, the pure sight of her sending tingles through his own body, his cock pressing against the tightness of his trousers, wanting to break free. She looked gerogued in nothing by black leather, her slightly tanned skin against it, and he could see the small beads of sweat forming in the crook of her neck.

His finger hooked into her collar, yanking her forwards so she was draped over his lap, foreheads touching as he murmured softly to her, his voice so gentle yet commanding at the same time, lips teasing her as he barely touched her as he spoke, his warmth overcrowding her cold.

“Now show me how much you love your master,” he whispered, and Leila gulped, taking in a shaky breath. Love is such a strong word. Did it mean what it usually means? An intense feeling of deep affection for a loved one; two people having a strong connection and feeling for one another; a great interest in and pleasure in something or someone. Or was this just one-sided? Was this a manipulation of love, forced upon her with no will and no say in the matter? His hand was so commanding, slipping from the collar and wounding its way into her hair, gripping softly as he pressed her lips to the toe of his shoe, pressing firmly enough for her to understand what he was ordering her to do. Leila let out a squeak, adjusting herself on the floor so she was kneeled, palms flat on the carpet, fingers splayed out for safety and support, her breasts hiding underneath her as she pressed a light kiss to his shoe.

She slowly looked up, pulling her head into an awkward position, and looked with wide eyes. He asked a silent question, and his silent answer was what she thought. She leaned down again and pressed another kiss on his sleek shoe, her cheeks heating up with humiliation and a strange feeling of pleasure. Pleasure for him is more likely. James watched with a grin, his hand reaching and throwing her hair away to get a good view of her plump lips pressing to his shoe, the lowest thing between them. She did it so delicately, as if she were going to hurt him, and he enjoyed it.

He reached behind him, hands slipping into the hard leather grip of the crop, pulling the long item out from behind his back and slowly trailing it across her naked back. Liela gasped, stopping for a moment, and was about to leap up as to what was touching her, but a quick flick of it on her shoulder eased her down, and a dominant voice erupted.

“I didn’t say stop,” he ordered, and she swallowed.

"Yes, sir.” The words were almost becoming automatic, as if they had been programmed into her as an immediate response to anything he said, and he smirked. The clunk of the chains sounded in between each wet kiss, and the toe of his shoe was now slick with saliva and lip marks. The whip trailed along her back, down the centre of her ass, and slipped beneath her legs, the end curling into her folds, and she gasped, pausing for a moment as he twisted it, sending a shock to her body before sliding it back over the same line and snapping it across her ass, returning her to her duties.

Her body hadn’t felt anything like this before—the tingles and sensation running through her skin, curling her toes into the carpet, her breath being taken away, and just the trail of leather on her skin. James watched as she twitched and flinched with every tap, snap, and crack of the whip, watching as she tried her hardest to not get distracted and to please him. He reached down, tugging on the collar, and turned her so she was leaning against his legs, cheeks pressed into his shoe, and bent at an awkward angle. He ran the whip over her cheek, teasing her, pressing it onto those puckered, sore lips, and lightly tapping, a small sting attacking her cheek.

“Good girl, you’re doing exactly what I want, pleasing me like this,” he praised, and for some reason, Leila felt her lips glide into a small smile. Perhaps it was because she knew that punishment was nowhere near her, and she was relieved.

“Thank you, sir,” she whispered, and he softly chuckled. The sound was so sexy and alluring. There was no sound but the slap of the leather on her skin, his soft moans and chuckles escaping, and her gasps and breaths. She hadn’t realised her hand had wrapped itself around his ankle for support, holding on as if she were desperate for his touch and for his protection. She slowly slipped her hands away and placed them beside her as he teased her more with the whip.

Then he smacked it across her stomach, leaving a distinctive red mark, heat rising and stinging her. She flinched and jolted with every crack of it, wincing like a little girl, but her movement was limited due to the hand clutching her collar, his long, slender fingers tickling the back of her neck, and an icy touch from the ring on his hand.

Soon her body was covered in red marks, blotchy and hot to the touch, and her body felt like she had been stung by a hundred bees. James threw the whip down and yanked her up, a flurry of blonde hair and chains rattling as he gripped her jaw and kissed her roughly, ouching, darting in her mouth, and biting her lower lip between his teeth, pulling on it as she groaned softly. His hand slipped under her legs, fingers rubbing her aching clitoral area, and she shuddered under him, falling almost so much that the collar choked her neck as he gripped it tightly.

He was bringing her to the edge of orgasm, almost there, and she was practically shaking under him, but as she was about to climax, her breaths getting higher and heavier, he pulled his hand back, giving it a quick slap, and smirked against her lips like an evil genius that had cracked a code. She almost whined as her orgasm floated away, and James moaned against her, seeing how submissive she was, looking with pleading wide eyes and parted lips.

“Not tonight; first you have to earn it,” he murmured, and she swallowed.

That was just a taste of what James had planned for the future. Her first full day as his slave, he wasn’t going to go in heavy on her. He wanted her to be sexually frustrated, obedient, and submissive. As much as he wanted to take her then and there, he needed to build some trust and a relationship with his slave. He wasn’t a monster; he wasn’t going to rape her against her will; he wanted her to enjoy it and feel some pleasure despite him wanting it all. And the whip was at beginner's level. If he wanted her to feel and face his other implements, he was going to have to get her used to it all. She was here to please him, serve him, and be at his beck and call, and what would please him was for her to obediently drop to her knees at any command and take what he was giving her.

The chains and cuffs were removed, and James discarded his suit, throwing it across the room. Leila wondered if she should pick it up, but James had already been pulling her into the covers with him, slipping under them as she curled against the pillow. The collar pressed into her neck as she buried her face in the pillow, and James curled his arm around her, pressing a kiss to her cheek where the whip had left its mark.

“Good night,” he murmured.

“Good night, sir,” she whispered back nervously, and the lights went out, leaving her in a pool of darkness and thoughts as James drifted off to sleep.

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