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harbingersglory · 4 months

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{☆} characters arlecchino {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader, transfem arlecchino {☆} warnings 18+ content, breeding kink, degradation, stomach bulge, dacryphilia, restraints

"Arle, hah..please. I can't– I can't wait any longer."

The pleading, almost pouty, words had her letting out a deep, husky chuckle as she fiddled with the buckle of her belt, admiring your body as she stepped up to the bed. Her knee sank into the mattress as she knelt down, pressing a placating kiss to your brow and gesturing for you to turn over.

"Come on, dove. Be a good girl, or I'll treat you like the whore you are." Arlecchino clicked her tongue, firmly grabbing your hands and tightening her belt around your wrists, giving the leather a firm tug to test its strength– and to make sure it wasn't too tight. "I'm in a good mood. Don't spoil it by being a brat, little dove."

The pout it drew from you made her grin, canines flashing beneath her lips as she settled in behind you, cupping your ass in her calloused hands with an appreciative grumble. Your panties were already sticking to your cunt, the fabric soaked. She couldn't help but drag one of her digits across the fabric, teasing your folds beneath it.

"Lucky I adore that pretty mouth of yours or I'd have cut out your tongue," She gruffly spoke, her tone neither in jest or too serious– perhaps she would, maybe she wouldn't. She liked to keep you on your toes. "Hm. Maybe I'll use your throat after– shut you up properly. You look so pretty gagging on my cock, you know?"

Arlecchino slid her fingers beneath the waistband of your panties, tugging them down just enough to see your slick cunt, her fingers pulling the folds apart. Fuck, she could feel her cock throbbing against her boxers at the sight– she'd never get tired of it, just like she'd never get tired of using you like a toy.

"But in the meantime.." She finally pulled down her own boxers, her aching cock slipping free and slapping against your thigh– she slid right between your thighs, forcing you to squeeze them together around her. "Fuck, that's it." She growled, pumping her hips a few times before she was satisfied, lining up her cock with your entrance.

She had the decency, at least, to sink in slowly at first..let you adjust to her size for a brief moment before she snapped her hips forward and sank fully into your cunt with a sharp hiss.

Arlecchino typically enjoyed teasing you first, making you practically beg just for her to give you her cock at all, but she had other plans tonight– she wasn't going to waste time playing around this time. Her hand slipped down to your stomach pressed against the mattress, a low chuckle building in her chest at the distinct bulge her cock left. It was a wonder she fit at all– but she'd make it fit even if she hadn't.

"Be a good girl now and don't complain." She grumbled, leaning down to press you down into the mattress with her body, nipping at your ear before she pulled her hips back, hissing at the way you clenched around her in response. She took a moment to sit there, letting you ruminate and squirm at the lack of movement– only to grab a fistful of hair and start pounding you into the mattress before you can even think to whine about her lack of movement.

How quickly, how easily, you turn into a blubbering mess as she uses you like a toy for her own enjoyment. Not that you won't enjoy what she has in plan for you– just maybe not as much as she does. The mental image of filling you with her cum..it drives her thrusts harder, faster. She wants to fuck you stupid with her cock, fill you to the breaking point until her cum pools on the sheets, unable to be fully plugged up. Just the idea of watching her cum dripping down your thighs makes her control slip just the slightest bit.

She's already big enough to bulge your stomach with every thrust, but she wonders if she can push it further.

She certainly wants to, and she intends to.

The fat tears rolling down your cheeks only got her more excited, her hands gripping your hips so tight she can already imagine the bruises in the shape of her fingers against your skin.

"That's it, dove, give in," Arlecchino hissed, a low growl rumbling in her chest as she continued to pound into them relentlessly, her thighs already stinging from the sheer force of it. "Fucking take it, you whore."

Her muscles flexed in faint restraint, the shifting of your arms against her as you nearly screamed at the intense rush of pleasure making her sink her teeth into your shoulder in warning– a futile effort, really, as your body twitched when you came so hard she briefly considered if she had to stop..but you were still moaning even through the tears rolling down your cheeks, rocking back into her thrusts weakly, unable to keep up.

She wasn't too far behind, either. Her teeth dug deeper into your skin, muffling the growl as she plunged into your soaking wet cunt, bucking into you in much shorter thrusts until she finally felt her cum spilling into you. It was almost enough to send her over the edge again– fuck, you were practically sucking her in with how tight you were, squeezing around her cock.

Her head slumped against your shoulder as she pulled her teeth from your skin, taking a moment of respite to catch her breath and let the sting and ache settle in deep– she welcomed it, if anything. But she wasn't done.

She was going to fuck you till you were full– fill you up until she couldn't fit another drop.

For now..she pulled out, admiring the way her cum dribbled out of you. She didn't mind all that much..she was going to replace it tenfold, anyway.

She couldn't wait to plug you up and see you squirm during the meeting tomorrow, full of her cum and unable to find relief– maybe she'd make it a toy, see how long you last before someone realizes what's going on. She was going to enjoy it thoroughly.

#genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #genshin x reader #minors dni #writing tag #arlecchino smut #arlecchino x reader #so. um. yeah. we r not gonna talk abt this one I was feeling indulgant and shdhdgsjsjsjsj #arlecchino awakens smth in me idk dont ask me #i considered making this tmasc arle for a hot minute but ill save that for another day #anyway manspreading arle agenda thsnks 4 coming 2 my tedtalk #anyway² slamming hands on table arle breeding kink arle breeding kink arle breeding kink #technically no actual direct mention of breeding but shes still trying anyway #sorry im in an arle phade i need her to do unspeakable things to me yknow. you get me.#PHASE not phade its 3 am and i csbt sleep twirls hair #accidentally posted this draft premature im AHHHHHHHH #okay im fine now

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murdrdocs · 5 months

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OMG YAYAYAYYAYA anyway.

above ryan being sexy and funny and smart (he goes to an ivy after all) he’s just POSSESIVE

he likes marking his s/o up and making sure people know that they’re taken. he likes buying them clothes in his school colors and he takes pride in seeing them walk around in all of it

not to mention he’s definitely good in bed but that’s for another time

this is so the vibes of this piece by @/cozymaples and ur both so right

he has what's his, and it's his for a reason. why would he even dream of sharing? he doesn't want to share, you don't want to be shared, but other people can't seem to get the memo. and ryan can't be around all the time to make sure everyone else knows that you're taken so he does what he can.

he buys you harvard sweatshirts that he graciously drenches in his overpriced cologne, knowing that when someone asks if you go there, you'll tell them that he does instead. he adores seeing you wear the crimson merch around town, but even more he likes seeing you wear them with nothing else on. he gifts you a charm bracelet for christmas one year, one that he knows people will compliment so each time you're able to say your boyfriend bought it for you. and because he knows sometimes this won't suffice, he keeps you marked up, despite your complaints that it's embarrassing when you're having lunch with your mother and she squints at your bruised neck.

but he's not having it, big hands on your hips as you stand in front of him. "c'mon, babe. you know what time it is," he always tells you with a small smile, head lolled back at he stares up at you with big brown eyes. you'll pout, try to dissuade him once more hoping that this time he'll listen. which, he doesn't, and you end up with ryan's lips abusing the previously healed and unmarked skin of your jugular until you're left with marks that'll definitely bruise. and he always sits back with a pleased expression, swollen lips curled up into a proud smile before he spreads your legs and situates himself between them to give you your prize for behaving so obediently.

#ryan thanksgiving #legit what do i tag this?#celeste writes misc #ryan thanksgiving x you #ryan thanksgiving x reader #ryan thanksgiving fluff #ryan thanksgiving smut #milo manheim x reader #(sorry milo i need exposure)

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st4rd0lly · 2 months

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mmmm… thinking about how dazai would randomly place you up on the countertop, standing between your legs before bringing your knees up your chest, kissing you throughout all of this and he presses his bulge against you before walking away

#. . . words of the crimson moon —✫・゜・。.#bsd smut #dazai smut #. . . bandages at the shrine —✫・゜・。.#<< dazai thirst tag now #i need him so bad do you understand. please send in thirsts for him. or chuuya. or nikolai. or fuck even fyodor #bsd x reader #dazai x reader

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yuwuta · 4 days

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yuuta exhibits such previously abandoned, recently adopted dog behavior. incredibly anxious all the time, even though nobody’s out to get him or leave him behind. waits for you to return home or from school or from work excitedly, just to see you when you walk through the door. follows you around senselessly, hovering in your space just for the sake of companionship. initiates affection in prodding ways—starts off next to you, then a hand on your thigh, then deems it safe to lay all the way down, then slowly pushes his head into your lap. gets up whenever you need to get up, and resumes his position as soon as you’re ready. brings you gifts as a sign that he’s thinking of you, and maybe because he likes the affection it brings out in you, maybe because he likes the gentle affirming touches of a hand in his hair or a pinch to his cheek. rests his head on your stomach or his chin on your shoulder when he’s sleepy, stays there, immobile, and will not move unless absolutely necessary. sometimes he gets surprised when he hears you calling for him, there’s a moment of disbelief as he thinks “me? really? you need me?” but it’s very quickly overshadowed by this compulsive need to show up, to please, to do anything for you, which is why he always answers when you call. he doesn’t realize that he has puppygod eyes, especially when he’s excited or confused, but he does and it’s incredible endearing. very reluctant to share your space or attention after a while, considers that to be sacred and he won’t risk being let go or lost again, so as a safety precaution, he keeps himself right by you, waits for you always.

#atp i need to shut and write the omega verse fics that consistency plague my mind #but while im here time for my obligatory megumi mention bc i mentioned dogs teehee #yes megumi attack dog hes megumi grumbly yes megumi bark bark bite bite BUT BUT BUTTTT #megumi is also used to like... hm........ taming? having? caring for? people in his life and also literal (divine) dogs #so for him yes he bites and barks #but he also... he gets confused if YOU dont follow him around like a puppy bc everyone else in his life has so why not you?#gojo's always been the annoying yapping pomeranian chewing on his arm even if he didn't ask #always in megumi's space even tho he didn't ask but he learned to deal with it #won't admit it but knows that too much attention is better than having someone who couldn't give a shit about you #yuuji is the golden in everybody's life and megumi is no exception #unmovable unshakeable and incredibly addictive even if he doesn't mean to be #and very very attached to the people he cares about so yeah yuuji is loud and annoying but he's also loyal and megumi respects that so fine #nobara is like... she decided she liked megumi and was upset about it so she bit his ankle and he tried to kick her off but she has too muc #pride to get shaken off by someone as scrawny as megumi and somewhere along the way megumi became impressed that she was still there even i #it hurt a bit and she was a little rough it's not like he was worse so fine whatever she can stay too #so if you like... if you dont hover around megumi if you dont pry if you dont prod then he has to be the dog smh #now he's gotta bite for your attention and nudge you and how annoying. he's gonna keep doing it tho. as long as he has to #or until you learn to fall in line and accept your leash too whichever comes first n e way.... anyway.............#somebody's pampered omega always gets what he wants megumi complex is showing......#this was about yuuta right? ok i'll put his tags now....#juju #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader

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cyancherub · 2 years

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video girl | hayakawa aki

PAIRING. aki x fem!reader (established relationship)

LENGTH. 2.5k

NOTES. mappa aki has me acting unwise......

SYNOPSIS. aki misses you so much when he's away for missions, especially when you start sending him suggestive texts on your lunch break. good thing he has a folder full of videos of you stashed away, right?

CONTENT. 18+, pwp, sexting, nudes, filming, exhibitionism (ish), pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart), solo (m) (he watches a vid the two of you made together): creampie, cumshot, ass play, daddy kink, breeding kink (light), multiple orgasms (m + f), begging; flashbacks/references to: oral (m rec), oral (f rec), facial, anal, solo (f), toys; reader wearing a skirt; a touch of codependent aki because i simply luv that for him <3

A/N. all my love always to my akiwife mystic @uppermocns for a few of the ideas that went into this and for thirsting for this man 24/7 with me!!!!

DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK IF YOU ARE A MINOR. BY CLICKING THE READMORE, YOU CONSENT TO VIEWING THE CONTENT STATED IN THE WARNINGS.

Aki gets back to the hotel midday, after a long overnight shift, and the first thing he thinks to do as the door clicks shut behind him is text you.

Hi, baby. I just got to the hotel.

He tosses his phone on the bed while he’s waiting for your reply. There’s tension in the back of his neck; he rolls his head over his shoulders for a second, before loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. Once the fabric’s shrugged off—discarded in the growing pile of equally bloodied work shirts sitting in the corner of the room—he pulls a pack of cigarettes from the front pocket of his slacks and sits at the edge of the bed, leaning forward to light the smoke he places between his lips.

His hair, pulled free from its usual knot, falls forward into his face and tickles his nose. But he barely notices the sensation; his mind’s numb with exhaustion. He takes several drags from the cigarette, studying the cuts on his hands and forearms absently.

I’ll have to get more gauze soon, he thinks in passing. Peroxide and cigs, too. But other than that, he’s too tired to think of much else. Except, of course, you.

The nicotine kicks in just as his phone chimes with your reply.

I’m glad you’re back safe. How was your shift?

A little long. Now that the main mission’s over we’re just taking care of some of the smaller Devils still loose in town. Just a few more days of work and I’ll be home.

Those twelve hour shifts must be killing you, babe. Make sure you’re resting enough.

He flicks ash into the tray on the bedside table before typing, Nevermind me. How’s your day going?

It’s good. I’m on my lunch break, got a few minutes left.

I’m glad I caught you before your break’s over.

Me too. I can’t wait for you to get home. Denji and Power keep whining about missing the lunches you make for them. They say my cooking’s like cardboard. Those kids would eat dirt for a snack, and they draw the line at my cooking?

Aki laughs. Those brats. You’re a top notch chef, sweetheart. Save the leftovers for me. I’ll take them for lunch when I get home.

I will.

And then another message from you, right afterward: I miss you.

His chest aches. This mission hasn’t been a particularly long one, and he’s grateful for that, but it’s hard even when he’s only away for a little while. To be near, to hold you close—those things are only natural. Aki feels most secure when the things that are most important to him are tangible. Within reach. His security comes in providing such for others; if he could, he’d keep you with him all the time. So when he’s away, he doesn’t just miss you. He’s constantly thinking about you. He’s craving you: something like the withdrawals he’d get if he tried to quit the smokes.

I miss you too. I can’t wait to see your pretty face again.

There’s a short lull in your replies, and he uses it to settle in. He lays back on the pillows, spreads out on the white sheets; the comforter’s cool to the touch, plush. You’ve always liked hotel beds. Maybe he should’ve brought you with him—he could’ve let you stay in one of the beds you like so much during his shifts. You’d miss him so much by the end of them that you’d pull him right into bed with you as soon as he got back. He’s sure he’d get through the shifts just fine if you were here waiting for him; in fact, he’d come back with energy to spare, just for you…

His phone chimes, and he peers down at the message on his lock screen.

Is there anything else you want to see?

Suggestive. Aki smiles around the cigarette. He knows exactly where this is going.

During his trips, he’s come to learn that you crave him just as much as he craves you. If he’s not home to fuck you to sleep every night, you get frustrated. Needy. But Aki loves being needed, and he always plays along.

I guess that depends on what you’re willing to show me, he replies.

Whatever you want, say the word.

His smile widens. He’s already starting to get hard. At work, baby? That’s risky.

I’ll be careful.

Think you’re careful enough to show me what you’ve got on under your skirt?

He takes a drag of the cigarette, feeling his dick stiffen against his thigh as he waits for the picture he knows you’re going to send.

It comes in just a few moments afterward, but his slacks are already uncomfortably tight by the time he receives it: a shot of you on your leather office chair, with your conservative, work-appropriate pencil skirt hiked all the way up, and your thighs spread open so he can see the pretty panties he bought you, and the soaking wet spot right in the middle of them.

Aki ashes his cigarette, freeing one hand to grab his stiff cock through his slacks as he zooms in on the picture with the other.

The damp cloth hugs the shape of your pussy, gives him a vague glimpse of something he’s spent a lot of time burying his face in. He’s so familiar with you that he can taste your pussy on his tongue just from looking at it.

Another chime.

See how much I miss you, daddy?

Aki inhales through his teeth, his cock throbbing at that—Daddy. And then he’s letting go of his cock to undo the button of his slacks and pull his zipper down, texting you back with his free hand.

Your pussy’s so perfect, baby, I wanna put my face in it. You always taste so good.

His hand’s down his boxers by the time you text back.

No one makes me feel like you do. I can’t touch myself the way you touch me. I need you.

He wraps his fingers around his cock and strokes it slowly, thinking about catching a flight. He’s dying to show up at your office; he’d stretch you out right on the desk, make you drip all over it, fuck you until the surface beneath your ass was all slippery with your squirt.

Wanna go in the work bathroom and call me, princess? I’ll talk you through it.

Give me a few minutes. I have to wait until I can sneak away, but I want you to keep going. Watch something while you're waiting for me.

You know him so well. You know all about the videos he keeps in that locked folder on his phone, a whole stash of them that he saves for times just like this. When he needs to sate a craving for you—at least for a little while.

I will. Call me when you’re ready for it, baby.

After he sends it he goes right to that folder and pulls his tented slacks down until they’re mid-thigh, and he can feel his cock dripping precum onto his lower stomach. He enters the passcode, bringing his other hand up to spit into his palm. With his stomach knotted up and his cock throbbing, he scrolls through the thumbnails.

There are tons of them. His eyes catch one thumbnail, and then the next; they can’t seem to decide where to settle. You’re alone in some of the video snapshots—your fingers stretching your pussy; you riding a dildo with your ass facing the camera; you pressing a wand to your clit, your thighs glistening. But in most of them, he’s there too. He sees your pretty face next to his cock, your tongue out, running up the side of it; you on your knees, with both hands on his dick as a rope of his cum paints your face. He sees your body bent over the kitchen counter, with your back arched and his dick in your ass. He remembers the whine in your voice; in his head, he can hear exactly how you sounded when you begged for him to fuck it deeper.

He can’t even count how many times these videos have made him cum. But there’s one he hasn’t seen yet.

It’s the one he took the night before he left. You’re always extra needy on the nights preceding his trips—anticipating the deprivation, starved for him; he gives you one orgasm after another and you still want more. And you want all of them on tape, so you both have something to tide you over until he gets home.

That’s the video he taps on.

In it he’s fucking you in the dark, keeping the phone’s flashlight on your pussy as he sinks his cock into you. When he pulls back out the light reflects on the slick coating his dick, makes it glisten. It looks so wet, sounds so wet—sticky, with each thrust into you. He remembers just how it feels; he imagines that he’s back home, fucking you again; that his fist is your pussy, and the spit lubricating it is the wetness that’s drooling out of you on camera.

He can see how tight you are—the way your pussy grips the shaft each time he pulls his cock out, greedy for him. Just like you.

The two of you were supposed to be quiet—you were supposed to be careful not to wake anyone up. But your moans are louder than he remembers; so is the way you say, breathily, between gasps, Right there, I’m so close. Your fingers slip over your clit, each movement sloppier, and your whimpers heighten, competing with the wet smack of his skin on your ass. He remembers the mess between your thighs: all the wetness he fucked out of your pussy dripping down your ass. He remembers feeling it there, rubbing his fingers (all lubed up with the juices from your pussy) over your asshole, the way it clenched, and then relaxed for him.

He can hear his breaths behind the camera turning into soft moans, just as you say, I’m gonna cum, keep fucking me, I’m gonna—

You let out a strangled little whimper that makes his breath hitch, each stroke of his hand over his dick feeling more pleasurable as he watches you cum. That night, he’d had his eyes on your face—so pretty when you cum for me, he’d said, watching your eyelashes flutter—but he’d kept the camera pointed between your thighs the whole time you were cumming. Now, he gets to watch his cock sink into your twitching hole, fucking you faster and faster. From behind the camera, he hears his own voice again: That’s right, baby, get my dick wet.

You cum hard; he watches your clit pulse under your fingertips, his cock a little messier each time he pulls it out. That feeling’s always so good—rush after rush of wetness on his dick, the clenching of your walls; it’s hard to last.

Your pussy’s gonna make me cum, baby, fuck.

You have the same effect on him now—just watching you on camera makes him want to cum just as bad. He’s dying to be back there, fucking you again, especially when he hears your voice say: Cover me in it.

His dick’s already spurting cum when he pulls it out. It shoots all over you, coats your chest and paints your tits; more of it shoots up onto your throat. Aki digs his heels into the white comforter, trying not to cum. There’s just something about seeing you covered in it, watching it drip down your body; it’s like an affirmation—a reminder that you’re his.

If that wasn’t making it hard enough for him to hold back, you give him another reason to grit his teeth, swiping a finger through the cum on your chest before popping it into your mouth.

Tastes so good. I want more of you, daddy, put it back in.

Daddy. He feels the same way hearing you say it now as he did then. He wants to make it real for you. On screen, he pushes into your pussy again, with his cock still twitching from his orgasm. (It was sensitive, some halfway point between pleasure and pain that made him shudder.)

Wanna make me a daddy? his voice murmurs. Take more cum, I’ll turn you into the prettiest little mommy.

If you were in this hotel room with him right now, sitting on his cock in this bed, he’d shoot this load into you, and however many more you wanted. He’d give you whatever you asked for.

Aki watches the space between your bodies close a little as you lock your legs around his waist.

Fill me up this time, daddy, I want your kids.

God.

His eyes are fixed on the screen; he’s fucking you sloppier, this time—now that he’s letting himself chase the high he’s so close to. Now that he knows he can stay inside, he doesn’t have to restrain himself so much.

Aki strokes his cock faster, watching through heavy eyelids as his breaths pick up. It feels so good, watching you take his dick; you looked so good that night. You sounded so good, begging for his cum like that—Please, I need it so bad—give it to me, I’m about to cum again—

He watches himself bury his cock into you, a deep thrust all the way in accompanied by a shudder, and then he’s watching the two of you cum at the same time, thinking about how your walls felt pulsing on his dick. Then it’s all coming to a head—fast strokes of his hand over his cock as he watches himself fuck you, fast breaths; his stomach’s all knotted up from watching you; he needs a release; he needs to feel your pussy again; he needs to fuck another orgasm out of you; he needs to cum—and then he’s going over, too. His eyes roll back; his head drops back onto the pillow, and he feels his cum shooting all over his stomach and dripping down his knuckles.

He comes down just as the video cuts off, and he’s raising his head to look blearily at the mess on his body when his phone starts to buzz.

He picks it up after one ring—“Yeah, baby?”

“Sorry it took me so long to get away, but I’m finally walking into the ladies’ room.”

“Good,” he says. “Are you ready to get started?”

#writey cherub (csm)#hayakawa aki x reader #aki x reader #csm smut #aki smut #aki hayakawa smut #KLDFKL.. is that all the tags i need #pls i havent released something in so long i dont remember how to do this LMAO

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campingwiththecharmings · 9 months

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it's been too long since i've sent something debilitatingly horny to you, so here:

edit: im sorry its so long and plot-y 😭 i've never written for poe and got too excited.

imagine being a first order commander in charge of coaxing information from poe dameron. the first batch of interrogators (a couple stormtroopers) couldn't get a thing out of him so you were called in as back up.

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you've had a few interactions with poe (as you're both renowned pilots), but you've never actually seen his face. you've only communicated through radios -- well, communicated is a strong word, you've taunted and growled at each other from a distance...

needless to say, you were intrigued to finally meet this 'poe dameron' that you've been chasing around since you became a flight officer.

you're shocked when you see him, not because he's battered and barely conscious, but because he's prettier than you expected.

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of course, he's fucking pretty. he's the resistance's flyboy, the general's favorite, complete with a cut jawline, pouty lips and perfect curls.

it enrages you.

long dark lashes frame half-lidded eyes as you approach him. his body is strapped tight to a chair, but he doesn't seem bothered by it. he's so unbothered, in fact, that he immediately greets you with one of his annoying quips:

"you the good cop?" you're sure it would've sounded better if his voice wasn't so hoarse and broken -- not that you didn't enjoy that sound. there's something about a ruined man that immediately sparks a flame inside of you.

"no, they were the good cops." you refer to the storm troopers that left him this way. "i'm the bad cop, and i like to do things a bit differently..."

you can see it on his face: he recognizes you, or your voice, but he doesn't know from where.

"can't fly away anymore, can you, dameron?"

it finally dawns on him, "you." he almost looks...happy about the revelation.

"yeah, me." his stare is intense and interested, and he's not trying to hide it at all.

cocky bastard.

"y'now i didn't expect such a bea--"

you roll your eyes, "ok, let's stop with all this chatter."

there's a piece of paper sticking out of the breast pocket of his leather jacket, folded several times to fit securely in the space.

"you got something for me?" you coo, voice sickly sweet all of the sudden.

you reach out, gliding your hand from his shoulder to his chest, feeling the smooth leather rise and lower under your fingers as he starts to breathe harder. he pushes against your touch like he's touch deprived, like he's been waiting for this moment all his life.

oh, he's easy.

you snicker as you pluck the paper out, taking a second to wag it tauntingly in front of his face.

"what're you...HEY! THAT'S MINE."

bingo

you open it up, satisfied by how fluidly this interrogation is going. once you deliver this to ren, you're sure to get a promotion.

when you see what's inside, you glower: it's just a worn photo of some BB-droid.

"really?" you give him an unimpressed look. "what, is this your pet or something?"

"he's my driod! my little buddy!"

"ok...so we'll do this the hard way."

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it starts with pain, but it never seems to be enough. he's -- laughing! he's taunting you, groaning out "is that all you got" or whispering a hoarse "i could do this all day".

you realize you're methods will have to be a bit...unconventional to get your point across. you saw how he reacted to your touch, how he looks at you, even when you're punching him in the face.

you know what you need to do, you're just not sure that you could take it.

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you take the step -- blurring the line between pain and pleasure.

it's for the first order, you tell yourself, but you're enjoying it.

you're breathing almost as hard as he is -- you need it just as much as he does.

you've been edging him about an hour now. he whines when you slow your hand again, leaving him right at the brink of release. metal clangs and groans as he pulls against his restraints.

"please, please, please..."

"you know what i need." you squeeze him, not tightly, but just enough to drive him wild. "just one word -- the planet -- and i'll give it to you. i'll let you cum all over yourself."

"c-can't."

"can't? or won't?" you swipe your thumb over his leaking tip. he's literally pulsing in your hold.

"fuck!" he yells out a name, one you immediately memorize, desperate voice and all.

;dlfsl;dfgk oh oh oh ohhhhhhh my goddddddddddddd

no but like, the fact that poe was also kind of into the whole thing though?? him arching into your touch, shooting you heated glances even when you're torturing him, like he likes being at your mercy?????? please send help 🫠🫠🫠

(**WARNING: here there be smut and it could potentially be considered dub-con so read at your own risk**)

if you thought he was pretty before, it's nothing compared to how he looks when he comes--his jaw slack, head thrown back, baring his glorious neck (a neck you just wanna bite), his sweaty curls deliciously mussed, eyes closed in ecstasy as he makes a mess of himself and your hand.

heavenly, you think. the sight is heavenly.

unable to resist, you kiss him softly, so contradictory to the rough way you'd been handling him. he sighs, sagging against his restraints as he kisses you back, his breath fanning across your cheek. you tell him he's a good boy when you pull away and he whines, trying to follow your lips, his mouth gaping, pupils blown wide with lust. he's so drunk on you, on the pleasure you've given him, he'd probably give you whatever you wanted right now; the knowledge fills you with glee. you smile, running a hand down his chest before tucking him back in his trousers.

he comes back to himself when you move to leave, his eyes growing a little harder, jaw clenching as you tell him that you look forward to working with him again.

unfortunately, ren isn't around for you to give him the intel poe gave you, so you hold onto it, intent on telling him when he returns. that night though, you can't sleep, can't stop thinking about poe's breathy whines and whimpers and how pretty he looked begging you to let him come. it's all you can think about, the urge to go to him so strong. so you go, shooing the guards from his cell and going inside. he's asleep, still tied up but removed from the rack he'd been on earlier, bloodied and bruised and beautiful. you allow yourself a moment to study him, eyes tracing the curve of his jaw, of his brow, his nose.

then you take him in your hand, squeezing and stroking, his pretty little noises going straight to your core. you want him, you realize, want to claim him, want to make him yours. the urge is so strong it makes you a little angry--that he could have so much power over you in this state is...well, it's unacceptable.

maybe you just need to fuck him, you reason, to get it out of your system. so you do, straddling him and sheathing his hardness inside your warm, wet cunt. he sounds (and looks) even prettier like this, beneath you, his moans breathy, breathing ragged as you ride him. he feels so good inside you, the stretch of his cock scratching an itch you didn't even realize you had. he watches at you with wide, attentive eyes, hips pushing up to meet yours as you impale yourself on him again and again.

you see stars when you come, cunt clenching around his cock as you throw your head back with a strangled moan. he's still hard and inside you when you come down, his ragged breaths reaching your ears. the look in his eyes is almost reverent when you meet them, and when he begs you to let him come inside you, a little piece of your heart crumbles.

you leave his cell, swearing to yourself that you'll never do it again, that you'll tell ren what you've learned and that dameron will be executed and it'll all be done.

but you don't. can't.

you keep the information you learned to yourself so your trysts with him can continue. every day you go to his cell, send away the guards, and fuck him. you start to look forward to it, to seeing him, to being with him. he starts begging you to let him touch you, and one day you cave and allow it. you groan when he cups your breast, arching into his touch as you bounce slowly on his cock. then his hand falls to your hip, his fingers dig into your skin, and a part of you hopes he'll leave behind bruises. when his thumb finds your clit, he circles the bud, groaning as you gasp, cunt fluttering around him. he whispers something as you fall apart, and it isn't until later that you realize...he'd called you beautiful.

(lmaooooooooooo many, many apologies for going overboard with this, i love me a subby man, especially when that man is poe dameron, hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng)

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron smut #em tag #i have a poe dameron problem #in case that wasn't obvious #thanks for sending this my brain went wild over it as you can see #please feel free to add some more if you want 🤭🤭🤭#also sorry for adding feels at the end i have a tendency to do that lmao #ALSO please consider writing for poe! the world needs more poe!

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pettyprocrastination · 1 year

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Mutt

Summary: After an ambush, Soap learns to trust the newest member of the 141

Pairing: Johnny Soap Mactavish x Fem!Werewolf!MC (call sign is Mutt)

warnings: vague description of violence and injuries.

word count: 800

thank you to: @captainsamwlsn @thesadvampire @humanransome-note @joel-mlller and @luxuryberzatto @madhyanas @littleferal and @djarin-junk for helping me with this story and rattle off in your ears about Mutt! I love you all so very very much <3

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“What are you?”

It was a valid question given the circumstances.

Soap could hardly count himself as conscious at that moment. It was a wave, pulling him back and forth until he was able to force his head to the surface, gasping for air and able to just barely look at his surroundings before he was pulled under again.

“Does it matter?”

It was dark out. He remembered it being dusk when they set out on their mission, the sun slowly setting in the horizon as Price told them to radio in at any issue and meet at their rendezvous point as soon at possible.

Fuck.

He broke the surface once more to notice that he wasn’t moving, but swaying side to side. Each step that crunches the ground is not his, but the blood drip, drip, dripping down, leaving a foreboding trail of their journey, is.

Your shoulder digs into the crevice of his chest with each movement.

“Yer carryin’ me, Mutt.”

“I am.”

You never spoke much. Johnny had equated you to Simon in that way, quiet and foreboding. Your actions spoke where your voice rasped in the shadows. Tucked in the corner booth of a pub when the others went to celebrate a job well done. The loyal guard dog, waiting on its haunches for an order.

He was the one who would move to you first. Setting a beer in front of you before sliding into the seat across from you with a tap of his knuckles on the polished table. His knee would bump yours every time. You’d never complain.

“Big scary bastards, the both of you.”

But then you’d give him a grin, a flash of your crooked canines so fast it was gone when he blinked.

“Well it’s a damn good thing you talk enough for all of us then.”

Jonathan Mactavish was only a stone’s throw from 215 pounds but you carried him without complaint. The swaying with each step made his head spin and looking up was too much work for him to trust himself not to vomit. He let his eyes drop and stare at the ground, watching you take one step after another in a steady rhythm like an infant listening to their mother’s heartbeat. Through the darkness, he’s able to make out the shadowed shape of your feet in the night.

“You’ve got no shoes on, Mutt.”

“Feels better this way.”

He can’t see much. Even if it weren’t for the blood loss and what he’s going to safely assume is a grade two concussion, it’s far too dark out for his surroundings to be seen as anything more than vague shapes and textures he can almost make heads or tails of.

Your eyes are focused on the trail ahead, already accustomed to the darkness in a way he’d never seen anybody else without night vision goggles or a Mag-light.

“Tried to reach Price but the comms are busted. You got your bell rung pretty bad back there but-” You shifted your grip on his body and he felt something sharp press against his ankle, a gentle warning that mouthed at the skin of his Achilles's tendon. “We're only a few miles away from the rendezvous point. Think you can keep it together until we get there?”

Claws. You had claws.

Through the nausea rolling through his body and the lights dancing behind his eyes, Soap could feel the fog begin to clear from his head. A flash of orders rising from his memory like the vision returning after a flash grenade.

He remembered seeing you charge through the muzzle flash and smoke like a vision. Uniform stained with the viscera of your enemies so dark he didn’t recognize you at first. The moment you came toward him he was raising his gun until he heard you speak.

“You know me, Johnny.”

But he didn’t. Not really.

When he looked at you there was no familiarity or trust. He knew the color of your eyes and the curl of your lips in a snarl but nothing else. Not your name or family nor the reason you joined.

In the darkness, moonlight glinted against your eyes and he found himself thinking of the coyotes in Las Almas that watched him and his team from the shadows, pacing with a choir of chattering yips and howls in the darkness, waiting for the proper time to pounce.

He’d never admit it but there was a pause, when his hand held the barrel of his gun steady at your head. Just as long as the width of the shallow breath trapped in his lungs, a split second where his pointer finger twitches, where the voice in his head urges him on.

“You never answered my question.”

He knows nothing of you except that the blood in your mouth was spilled for him.

“I’m your teammate. That ought to be enough for you.”

It would have to be.

#mutt tag #everybody say hi to mutt I love her #writing the cod men still scares me but were here for a fun time not a long time #thinking of just doing short little drabbles like this that show mutt's interactions with multiple men of the 141 and some eventual smut #because werewolf means HEAT #but we need to have some lore/background first so thats why this is here #writing that pairing description has me hiding my face in my hands #but middle school me is screaming in triumph #cringe is dead we do things for fun #johnny soap mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish x you #soap mactavish x reader #thinking itll become a poly ship as time goes on but we shall see #anyways i love mutt now lol shes my babygirl #soap mactavish x you #soap mactavish x female reader #female reader #johnny soap mactavish x female reader #theres probably a spelling error in here i missed but im. sleeby

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crocuta-corvax · 10 months

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SPICY ART UNDER CUT - UNDER 18s DNI ------ Maybe you asked too many times, maybe he was just in a particular mood, but you asked him again to see him without the bandana. Now you're slung over his lap, his bandana wrapped around your eyes, your hands gripping tightly to his plastoid boots as he turns you into an absolute mess with those beautiful dextrous hands of his. And it's an absolute kriffing shame, because you can't see how wonderfully tousled his hair has gotten as he watches you become undone under his touch. ----- LAST WARNING! SPICY ART UNDER CUT - UNDER 18s DNI

ahAhHAhaaa... this took so long im so sorry but i got a fancy new pen display tablet and it jsut kept getting more and more detailed- i don't normally do backgrounds man :'3 @moodymisty because i know you're gonna wanna see this

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seungmincider · 9 months

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Sub!Felix Brain Rot

sub!felix

Rating: 18+. MDNI

cw: hand job, male whimpering (👀)

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Okay, but hear me out. Sub!Felix would absolutely sit on your lap facing you while you jerk him off. His cute little freckled face would be so red and he is definitely whimpering in your ear about how good you’re making him feel. When he’s not in your ear, he’s trying to kiss you and match the speed you set, but he has such a hard time because your hand is dragging so slow on his cock. His mouth would be hanging open as he moans, making it hard for you to kiss anything but his teeth (it’s cute tho).

His deep voice? Yeah, he’s using that even while he’s the one being taken care of. But you already know when he’s close, his voice is getting at least 2 octaves higher as he begs you to let him cum.

NOT TO MENTION! This mf would be so fckin cute after he finishes. He’d look up at you with doe eyes and ask:

“Can I please help you now? 🥺” HEAR THAT? THAT’S ME C R Y I N G.

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a/n: hey wtf my brain is not okay I’ve been thinking about this for WEEKS.

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elvisabutler · 10 months

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love and hate in equal measure

fandom: austin butler rating: m pairing: future austin butler x female reader ( nicknamed dove ) word count: 2974 warnings: asshole austin. the normal warnings that apply with the dove verse, so daddy kink, choking, bdsm, but this time make it not good bdsm practices. a dom arguably abandoning a sub post scene ( even if they don't acknowledge it as such ). hatesex. degradation. use of whore, slut, bitch, and cunt to refer to someone. potential abuse of the legal system to gain custody. p in v sex ( protected via birth control ). female masturbation. spitting on someone. dubious-ish consent but not quite? former pregnancy. author’s note: welcome to day 5 of ally’s wet hot smut summer, degradation kink with austin butler x female reader ( referred to as dove ) this requires a slight explanation this is basically an offshoot/what can be considered a bad ending au of the little dove verse set about 2025ish? if anyone's been around for a while, this was/is a part of a fic i referred to in tags as love and hate in equal measure. y'all have basically @eliseinmemphis to really thank for this one. @butlersxbirdy has a partial hand in the bits after this this but this really kind of spewed from me once telling elise that i had scrapped an plan for the little dove verse where she had been pregnant and hid it until cannes and well pair that with elise's love of asshole austin and me liking hatesex and well. you get this. heed the warnings, austin is a fucking dick in this. as always thanks to my discord wives, christi, birdy and marina and my besties who keep having to listen to me whine about life.

If anyone were to ever ask how or why you and Austin fell as fast as you did and did has many stupid things as you did, well you'd like to blame the pandemic. You'd like to blame it on how you hadn't wanted to leave the man your brain had latched onto as Daddy. Perhaps a replacement for Père but it had felt fine in the moment. He had given you that same warm feeling Père had and yet somehow things had gotten so twisted between the two of you. Those lines that should have never been blurred were nonexistent by the time you were in the middle of shooting. You were Priscilla but you were Austin's Little Dove. He was Elvis but he was your Daddy. The good parts of Elvis were already a part of Austin's DNA but those parts that weren't good— that temper and that possessiveness and the parts that coveted Priscilla and wanted— no those parts had soured him. He was not Elvis in the ways that wrapped everything in a tidy bow, you figured. It's why you were on the first flight out of Australia that you could and it's why when the day your period was supposed to come came and went you didn't tell him. Even as your belly swelled with life because you were so selfish that you wanted something— anything— to remind you of what Austin and you had shared. You wanted to be reminded that you were his Little Dove once upon a time and that he was the best Daddy you could have ever hoped for. It's why until that fateful misstep at Cannes and his vicious and unyielding frustration and anger at you for hiding your child away from him you had used her as a reminder of your love.

The thing was, that had never been the plan if you had gotten pregnant, and yet here you had stood almost ready to pop with a baby he put inside of you. The ensuing sex was admittedly on you had been missing, one you had been craving as your hormones had ramped up and made you pine for Austin and the way he would rip orgasms from you even as you were overstimulated. It was everything after that was a mess. It was how you didn't come to Budapest and how you gave birth to your daughter alone. It was in how Austin showed a side to him you never thought was possible. How he murmured in your ear about how Elvis had lost his divorce and how Austin would avenge him with this custody agreement. You could claim all you want that Loretta wasn't his, but DNA didn't lie. A 50/50 split is what they granted but he was the primary custody holder. After all, he was older, and he was in a better position than you.

Except you both have complicated jobs that take you out of the country and sometimes the 50/50 is more like 60/40 depending on who's filming what and right now you're the one booked outside of the country for what promises to be a fairly long shoot. It means Austin gets her and it means you have to drop her off where he's filming in Canada. What you don't expect is a snowstorm to trap you for multiple days and for every hotel to be booked solid to where you had to ask Austin if you could stay with him.

"Aren't you lucky there's a guest bedroom?" He smirked after you asked as if you hadn't accidentally fallen into bed with him more than once during handoffs like this. As if the thought of his body keeping you warm at night didn't make your toes curl and have your heart threatening to beat out of your chest. You remembered saying something sarcastic in response and watching as his head tilted in a way that usually spelled you being pressed up against a wall before you both heard your daughter's voice and turned to face her.

For all people argue that kids can be a bit of a cockblock sometimes with how they need to be all in your business, you can't help but be thankful for Loretta's interruptions throughout the day even as Austin's gaze turned dark more than once and you got a workout with your thighs from clenching them so hard. She has to go to bed sometimes and you are left with your thoughts in the guest bedroom. It's far enough away that Austin shouldn't be able to hear you if you do anything and yet there's a part of you that worries.

You don't know why, it's not any of Austin's business if you want to touch yourself, if you want to play with yourself in his guest bedroom. You're a grown woman and he's a grown man, just because you had been together once upon a time didn't mean that he had any say it what you did now. He was just Austin Butler, father of your daughter, not Austin Butler, your Daddy. Your Daddy who would take such good care of you, who would be next to you right now, his hands gliding across your skin, teasing you and wrenching sighs and gasps from your lips before he had even properly touched you.

It's been happening more frequently, your fantasies drifting to Austin and what the two of you had during the filming of Elvis. You'd think after almost four years you wouldn't but maybe it's the fact that like two magnets you and Austin always seem to be drawn together. You hate him, hate what he's done to your life and how he couldn't simply just let you run off with Loretta into the sunset. Yet, you love him in almost equal measure and it's so infuriating to love someone who you left willingly. It's infuriating to know that Austin doesn't feel the same way, how could he after you had hid your daughter until you were so far along that you really shouldn't have been at Cannes. How could he after you tried to keep her from him after she was born. No, your frequent incidents of falling into bed with one another were merely a consequence of knowing each other intimately and craving someone who you don't have to teach how to pleasure you.

You can't sleep, the throbbing between your legs a constant thump thump thump that has you on edge until you finally find your hand drifting in between them. A shudder runs through you as you part your folds, your fingers sliding in with an ease that has your body heating up in embarrassment. Had you been that turned on this entire time? Even after your shower somehow your body couldn't key itself down and remind itself that you did not need Austin. That you shouldn't be aroused by Austin still and yet the proof was covering your fingers.

The one thing Austin had always asked of you— well one of many things— is that you showed how much you enjoyed his ministrations through how loud you were. You were supposed to never hold back, he wanted to hear you as he watched your eyes roll in the back of your head, watched your skin bruise from his teeth and his hands and— how you sought out and were given such pleasure from him. You know you should be quiet, God do you know, but it feels wrong biting your lip nearly so hard it feels like it's about to bleed to keep quiet. Your mind wishes your teeth were Austin's for a flash and that's what has you opening your mouth in a wordless cry that shifts into a loud moan.

You shouldn't be masturbating, shouldn't be rubbing circles against your clit and trying to curl your fingers inside of you and yet here you were. You were doing just that and being louder than you ever should be while doing it, praying and hoping that Austin wouldn't hear your whimpers of his name and cries for Daddy, please. If only— if only things were different you could still be sharing his bed and your shared daughter would be in her room and Austin— Daddy— would take care of you.

What you didn't know— what you were blissfully unaware of— was that Austin was walking by the guest bedroom door the moment he heard you cry out Daddy, please. It stops him dead in his tracks, thinking his mind is playing tricks on him because there's no— you couldn't be saying that and if you were, who were you imagining as Daddy. He should move, should will his feet to walk past the door but then he hears his name whimpered as he's heard so many times before and his cock that had been showing just a small bit of attention to your actions stands at attention. You were crying out for him.

His hand hovers above the doorknob, debating if he truly wants to open the door and see you spread out on the guest bed playing with yourself. Seeing that would be different than how you fall into bed with him, so fucking needy and aching for his cock even as you spit vitriol at him. No, this would be practically intimate in a soft way that you haven't been to each other since before Loretta was even a group of cells growing inside you. Except perhaps he could shift this into something harsher, something that you two are more familiar with now.

So enraptured in the feel of your fingers against your clit and your other hand wrapped around your throat, trying to mimic that press of your old collar against it, your ears don't register the creaking of the door and Austin's presence until you hear his voice sneering at you while shutting the door.

"What makes you think you're good enough to think of me when you're touching yourself?"

Your eyes shoot open and panic wraps itself around your heart even as your cunt twitches at his voice, practically winking at him in the most inviting manner it can manage.

"I— I— Austin. Get out of here," you stutter out, embarrassment flooding your system even as your body is still so aroused and keyed up. "This isn't—"

"What it looks like? Because I see you with your hand between your legs crying out for Daddy," his eyes rake down your body as he moves closer to the bed. "Haven't called me that in four years. Missing me, babe?"

There's something in the way he's mocking you that has your body on edge in the same way fucking him in anger does. You may feel shame but it's invigorating all the same. You open your mouth to speak before Austin shushes you.

"Little greedy whores who are aching for someone they claim to hate don't get to talk. Little selfish whores don't get to talk."

You shut your mouth once, twice, three times before, "make me shut up then, Austin. Fucking pervert, watching me like—"

The words in your mouth are stopped by a keen as Austin hand winds itself into your hair and yanks just a little, "I said don't fucking talk. Fucking greedy little selfish sluts don't get to do that." His other hand drifts down between your legs and swats at your hand. "You're not doing it right. You know better, whore."

You know better because of every time you had touched yourself with him in a chair like he was Elvis Presley watching his woman play with yourself but also like your Daddy was watching his Little Dove. Your teeth pull in your lower lip before you try and grab at his hand only to be swatted again like errant pet.

"I'll tie you up if you don't behave. You wanted me here, your cunt is twitching for me. Don't fucking move. Or are you too dumb to listen?"

Shame fills you even as you feel a bit of your arousal drip onto his fingers. You should defend yourself like always, bite back with something vicious and end up pinned to a wall or caged up against it but this time your throat seems to have dried up and you can't do it. A shake of your head is the only response you manage.

"Aw, the little bitch can listen. After everything I thought you forgot how. I'd be proud of you but you're just doing this because you're so desperate for Daddy's cock. Missed calling me that, didn't you? Missed getting choked by me, haven't you? Miss that little collar your selfish little self left behind?" He can see your face shift to one of faint sadness and sees a few unshed tears in your eyes and he laughs. "Are you gonna cry? Dove. You did this to yourself."

"Fuck off." You spit in Austin's face only to be rewarded or punished with his hand gripping your neck and squeezing.

"I should leave you like this. But I'm nice even to you. You don't deserve it but I'm the sweetest Daddy you ever had, remember?"

He's right and you hate the fact that he is. Even nowadays when you fuck in anger it doesn't change the fact that he would take care of you and that he could be so much more rough with you. You shouldn't say the words that come out of your mouth next but you can't help it.

"You were, now you're just an psychotic ass—" Austin's hand lightly slaps your cheek before spitting on it.

"Says the cunt who hid our daughter from me. Let me miss out on her whole pregnancy and her birth. Don't kid yourself. You're worse than me. At least I can get another woman? Can your slutty little hole get another man? Or are you stuck in bed trying to please yourself every night?"

You want to retort, you want to tell him it's his fault you can't get someone else, that the knowledge that he could paint you as even less capable of taking care of Loretta if you slept around keeps you from doing just that. But you look in his eyes and see the mocking gaze and it disintegrates the thought.

Austin's lips curl up into a smirk at your silence and he laughs as he watches your hands move to his pants. He wants to mock you more, wants to make sure you know how much you're acting like a desperate bitch in heat but he doesn't. Your silence tells him he's already done his job. What he does do is slap away your hands only to grab at least one and pin it above your head. He doesn't bother to grab the other one but you were obedient enough back in the day and you're aching so badly, you're so wet that he knows you'll do what you're told even if it's not said out loud. After a moment of undoing his own pants and kicking his legs out of them he climbs on top of you and moves to choke you just slightly again as he pushes into you. Your mouth opens in a wordless cry.

"Don't be shy now. You know I like you loud when you're this desperate," he groans, trying to maintain a haughty disposition but finding it downright impossible as your cunt clenched around him. "Did you get work done? Don't remember it being so tight down here."

You shake your head against the pillow as you glare at Austin, only to have him grab your chin so you look at him. "Already fucking cock drunk. Pathetic."

The last word is practically spit out and you can feel a few drops of it against your skin, earning a whine from you. Austin's pace is brutal, practically treating you like a sex doll— a fact he murmurs against your skin as he sucks hickies along your neck that you know are going to be a pain to cover up. You try to bite your lips to keep yourself from whimpering and groaning and making every noise you know he wants to hear but you can't help it even as he coos about you being so desperate against your ear. Your orgasm slams into you as you claw at Austin's back and as your legs try to wrap around his waist. A hiss leaves his mouth as your nails leave red welts against his skin and he moves to pull out only to hear you whine a low no.

Your eyes are shut but if they were open you would have seen something in Austin's gaze soften at the no. All you're aware of is how his thrusts speed up somehow until you feel them becoming ever so slightly jerky and Austin— Austin doesn't pull out, instead choosing to come inside you in a way he hasn't in years. You're still on birth control but your eyes shoot open at the sensation of his warm come inside of you. He pulls out quickly, watching as your cunt twitches and sees his release drip out of you. You look utterly debauched and yet it stirs something inside of him that he doesn't dare put a name to. Instead he rolls his eyes, pulling on his boxers and pants in one go.

He heads to the door and opens it, but before he leaves he looks back to your panting form and frowns, "go clean yourself up."

This wasn't a scene and you both know it wasn't and yet that simple order, that simple request has you in the shower as soon as he leaves and has you sleeping your best sleep since you left him all those years ago.

Austin doesn't sleep that night.

taglist: none because i'm mildly nervous about this one ( if the late posting time didn't clue y'all in ) and everyone can get mad at me later.

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler x priscilla actress reader #austin butler x y/n #austin butler x you #austin butler smut #love and hate in equal measure #little dove series #dove series #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler fanfic #austin butler fic #austin butler angst #ally's wet hot smut summer #ally writes #( idk do i need all these tags. meh who knows. )

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