#hot fem dom reader

[sexygrass]

3. Exquisite Coincidence

genre: smut, supernatural AU, soulmate au, vampires au, werewolf au, Sub/Dom dynamics, angst, mention of traumas, mention of torture, deaths of some characters, and blood, explicit language, fluff, mature content, sadism, lots of killing, and many plot twists.

"Sheriff Forbes," Samantha greeted once she stepped inside. the woman looked up at her, "Yes, how can I help?" Samantha smiled and took a seat in front of her.

"Since you're a close friend with Damon, there's no need for violence," the blond woman looked at her with knitted brows. "my name is Samantha Mikaelson, Klaus's twin sister." the woman was taken aback and tensed up. "I heard about what he had done and I'm deeply sorry for his poor manners. "

"Are you uh...how to say it...close with Damon?" Liz asked. Samantha beamed a smile and looked at the woman, "Well, he's someone I see my brothers' qualities in. Loyal, Quite Mad, Impulsive, Arrogant, and Dedicated to those he cares about." Liz looked at her before forcing a smile, "what do you want?"

"I know my family was here in town and bought a house. the Mikaelsons mansion, I want it property deed so I can enter without needing an invitation. it's my house too after all," Samantha flashed a smile and Liz just sighed, "First thing I learned about your family is wherever you people go, threats and bloodshed seem to follow. So just stay out of the way and try not to kill anyone, and I'll see what I can do."

"can't promise you that. apologies. but I can be a help if you agreed to work with me, just like you did with Damon. your daughter, Caroline, is a vampire too, so you do know how our life is. however, your asking me to stay out of the way is a bit ...impolite, mind I remind you that you seek Klaus's help to save your daughter once, didn't you? you did get involved with us so you're in no position to ask a such thing from me. Plus, no one tells me what to do, let alone a human."

...

Arriving at the Salvatore mansion, Samantha walked in with a woman in her late forties trailing behind, "again, lady Samantha, thank you for the generous offer, and I hope I'll be at your expectations." the lady bowed respectfully. 

"me too, Matilda, now kindly prepare lunch for one person. a guest staying here, I want you to keep an eye on him. if he misbehaved, you have my permission to teach him manners." said Samantha. the woman nodded and headed to the kitchen.

walking to her room, she saw jeno standing next to the bookshelves searching for a book, "haven't I told you to stay in your room?" he turned to see her on his side which made him flinch, "I was bored," he drawled, "plus, I did not leave the house as you can see." he said not facing her.

"I felt hungry so I tried navigating my way to the kitchen and on my way, I found this library with these amazing books, so I said why not grab a book to kill some time?" liking his reply, she decided to bear with him. "find a thing you like? say Twilight and I will rip your head off."

he chuckled. Samantha was taken aback but looked at him with a smirk, "So the grumpy can smile," he rolled his eyes shamelessly "I'm a human, okay? being expressive is one of our natural abilities but I'm sure you don't get the concept of emotions since you're a mo— "Jeno cut himself off when he realized what he was bout to say.

"no, why stop? say it. monsters. it's not that I will feel hurt. I embraced my vampirism ages ago."Jeno sighed and turned to her, "I'm sorry I didn't mean— " but stopped when he didn't see her. shrugging, he picked up a book and went to a table near the wooden railing. thirty minutes later, Matilda called him for lunch.

when jeno finished his lunch and returned to his room, he found Matilda putting clothes in his closet and some men's perfumes on the vanity. "where did you get these clothes? oh, they're new...the price tag is still intact...OMG? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? WHY THEIR THIS EXPENSIVE?" jeno mumbled then exclaimed after seeing the price tag, making Matilda smile at him.

"The Lady bought them for you, she asked me what guys your age wear these days and brought you these. Since you're probably my grandson's age, I suggested what I often see him wear, hope you like them," Matilda said.

"Oh, before I forget. the lady is in her room and she instructed me not to be bothered," Matilda said before leaving, "not that I'm interested in her or something..." he mumbled but Matilda caught it due to her super hearing.

"damn...she must be that rich, well, of course, duh," he said to himself before pulling out a navy blue sweatshirt but a box at the bottom of the bag caught his eyes. sitting on the edge of his bed, he brought it out carefully, the box itself seemed expensive. 

later that day, jeno was in the living room sitting with folded legs on the couch watching TV and enjoying some snacks the maid made for him. He opted for an army green hoodie and black basketball shorts. He made himself at home and totally forget that he was held hostage by an Original, whose people quiver with fear at her name.

hearing a clicking voice nearing, he turned his head to the side only to see Samantha in her glory with a thin strap mini red dress with a slit, that prominent her perfect curves, and black heels. with loose hair and smokey eyeshadow making her eyes stand out and red lipstick, looking all classic, but her pieces of jewelry made it a bit edgy.

"how do I look, Lee Jeno?" jeno didn't expect her to talk to him but the only thing he was hearing is his racing heart, he quickly cleared his throat and sat straight. "you look— "

"— breathtaking, yes, I got my answer before you'd stutter it out." she chuckled. he was about to roll his eyes but looked away when he sensed her glare.

putting her white coat on her shoulders, she walked to the door. "be a good boy while I'm away and I might let you live to see your brother," and with that, she left.

jeno sat up tight making the bowl of chips fall, looking at the door, he sighed and dropped his body back on the couch, "oh, how much I missed him, him and the rest. I miss my home." he muttered before kneeling to pick the bowl and clean the ground. "and she's making me feel sick." he groaned.

"I will take care of that, do not worry," Matilda appeared by his side, "no, it's okay, I will do it. I'm sorry for being disrespectful;" he said picking up his mess.

"you're misplacing your respect. if you're going to stay at her house, you should show her some respect, young man. she's not a normal person you meet every day, "She scolded. "why? because she an Original Vampire?"   

"she's not a normal original," he knitted his brows, "what? Now they have types?" he remarked, obnoxiously. "she's not just a vampire, she's a werewolf." Matilda looked at him with a straight face.

"What?!" he asked astonished, "so, what she's then? a werewolf...or a vampire?"

"she's both," he looked at her with a tilted head, "She's the hybrid. just like Klaus." right then Jeno felt his heart sink. everyone knows Klaus and his deeds, and how deadly he is. upon realizing the situation he was in, he grabbed his head between his hand and clutched his hair. 

"I'm screwed."

....

The next day is the party day, and Samantha was itching to meet the ones who crossed her. The idea of killing them brought her inner peace and a smile to her face. putting on her diamond earrings and fixing her lipstick, she left her room.  

ascending the stairs, she smiled at the flowing compliments from her trustful maid. "your partner is waiting outside," Samantha averted her eyes around the empty living room, "where's the kid?"

"in his room," Samantha nodded and faced her, "invite him inside." Matilda opened the door and did as told. "hello—" the man cut himself the moment his eyes landed on her and Samantha's brows creased. "Chen? I thought It'd be suho."

"ah, yes. He had an urgent meeting, but he promised he'll be there on time. shall we?" he offered her his hand and she smiled at him, "We shall. you look much more handsome than last time we met."

he chuckled and opened the door to her, "You're the one who took my breaths, my lady, I almost forget how stunning you were," she chuckled and touched her diamond tennis choker around her skinny neck. 

the drive to the town hall took only ten minutes, since there where the ball usually takes place. when they arrived, being the gentlemen he is, Chen get out and hurriedly opened the car door for her. "let's get in, my lady."

Chen took her hand in his and walked the stairs and stepped inside the big white hall. the floor was marbled white and so does the walls with long glass windows that stretches from the ceiling to the floor. a big crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, and its reflecting light illuminated the delicate and luxurious gold and silver lines and designs that framed the ceiling's corners. a spiral staircase in the middle. small tables around the place and servants walking around with trays of champagne in their hands with a calm melody playing in the background.

Samantha and Chen walked to the left side toward his friends and oh boy, everyone's eyes were on her. her sexy floral print draped bodycon mesh mini slip dress hugged her body beautifully looking all elegant and sweet and matched it with black ankle straps heels. her light makeup and lipgloss and her pulled-up hair with some loose waves framing her heart-shaped face made the hybrid appear to be innocent and a fragile female but her body shape and identity made her a sexy devil in disguise.

"Long time no see, gentlemen," Samantha greeted when they reached their table. everyone stopped what they were doing and faced their sire. "wow...you look..." Chanyeol breathed out, "I don't know if word angle suits you but you do look like one," Chen snickered at baekhyun. "you all look good too, such handsome faces." Kyungsoo chuckled and kissed the back of her hand. "we missed you, our lady." Samantha chuckled and smiled at them.

"Where's Suho?" Kai asked. "he's on the way from his company," Sehun answered eying her seductively. "I heard about the deal you made with suho," xuimin voiced out, catching all of their attention, "yes, he promised me a thing that it'll make me forget about killing those who took Damon and Stefan but I'm finding a hard time believing in it."

Baekhyun pursed his lips, "But what if it really worth it? would you let them be?" Samantha twirled the drink in her glass before smirking at him.

"what's so special about these boys that you're doing this for them?" she questioned before sipping her drink, "are they stronger than you? And you allied with them behind my back? you know I despise treachery."

Kai snickered, "We are the Elites in this city, no one is stronger than us. and no, no. treachery? we could never." Samantha hummed and moved a strand of hair off her face, "You'd better."

"oh, come on, Caroline! tells us to know what they're talking about!" Bonnie whined to the blonde, "Okay, okay! they're flirting— complimenting her and whatsoever and I think she has a thing to do with them from the way they're treating her like their queen or some shit." 

Elena drank her drink and looked at where Samantha is, "who are they, anyway?" Bonnie and Caroline looked at her with knitted brows, "seriously?" Caroline exclaimed. 

"They are the Elites. the oldest, strongest, and in my opinion the most good-looking vampires in Mystic Falls." Bonnie pursed her lips before sipping her drink, earning a weird look from Caroline and an 'oh' from Elena. 

"do you think um.. they're working for her?" Caroline turned to her, "Think about it, she knows what's happening here and knows who got Damon and Stefan. what if they were her eyes and ears here?" Elena explained. "it could be, why not?"

...

"Where's Yuta?" Jaehyun asked, "He went to the airport to pick up Doyoung." Taeyong answered curtly. "I'm telling you! she's into me!" haechan snickered, "keep dreaming, bro, I already marked her and her name is already on the board." he smiled smugly at his brother.

"you're unbelievable," jungwoo sighed, "I fed on her like what? Seven times already and you here bragging about sleeping with her like children," he tsked. Mark clicked his tongue and flashed a forced smile, "I need to use the bathroom, excuse me, ladies."

Mark walked to the stairs where he bumped into Taeil and Suho talking and chatting, "Oh, Mark." Suho grinned at him and pulled him into a sudden hug, "I haven't seen you in a while, how's it going?" Mark reluctantly hugged back before looking at Taeil and back at Suho.

"I've been great actually, how are you? I heard that your company is ranking among the best in its field." Suho chuckled and patted his back, "I'm doing fine myself too, thank you. see you around, you too, Taeil." Mark and Taeil exchanged glances after they watched him walk away.

"Dude, what was that for?" Taeil shrugged, "Anyway, where were you?" Mark asked. "I was with the mayor talking about the next events, nothing interesting." he hummed before parting with him and Taeil went to his friends.

When suho reached his friends, he saw them drinking and laughing with each other, "I hope I'm not late," he said, making his presence known. "no, not at all. the party just started," said Sehun.

"is it true that you named your company after me?" Suho cleared his throat and looked at her with a timid smile, "maybe, maybe not?" Samantha chuckled but her laugh died suddenly as she looked around. unknown to the rest, Suho smirked to himself before grabbing a glass from a tray passing by him and sipping from it.

"is that..." Everyone looked at her confused. "I think I caught a scent of someone I've been itching to meet, excuse me I need to greet him and catch up on what we missed."

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[entirelytoooobsessed]

shy horny yuuta😫😫

inspired by this audio (tagged w afab reader bc speaker does mention listener being afab)

poor baby that doesn't touch himself nearly enough, taking a cold shower when he gets a boner because it's too embarrassing to touch himself.

getting all pent up until he really, really can't help it anymore.

his pretty little head going completely blank when he touches himself, voice cracking off into the whiniest little whimpers as the slick sounds of his pre-cum filling the room.

everything that's been building up slowly unravelling as the seconds tick by, every though of being used by you, of being touched by you, of being taken care of by you running rampant in a the cloudy haze of his head.

playing with his sensitive tip, imagining the way you'd touch him, imagining it was your fingers tracing along the veins of his dick, making his mind melt into mush.

the way your lips would feel around him, warm and soft and driving him absolutely insane, batting his hands away with a glare when he tries to hold your head.

he can't help himself. can't hold it in any longer.

imagining the way you'd kiss him right after, tasting the bitter tang of his own cum as your tongue presses against his, depositing into his mouth, forcing him to swallow it.

#gonna lose my damn mind #that audio is so hot #immediately thought of yuuta #and immediately had to write smth #dom reader #sub jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #dom!reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #sub yuta #sub yuuta #yuuta smut #yuuta x reader #yuuta okkotsu #yuta x reader #yuta smut #yuta okkotsu smut #fem reader

[seraphicsentences]

y’a know

help bc this is literally so hot. need ellie to fuck me that good. please i’m begging.

- just thinking about the way ellie would be so lost in the moment to the point where her hips would be thrusting deep into you on their own- just selfishly chasing after her own orgasm, absolutely LIVING off of the small sparks of friction her overstimulated clits getting on every push.

- she’d be rambling and shit, all “fuck baby you’re takin’ me so good,” and “god you’re so fuckin’ wet for me,” just blabbering anything and everything that’s coming to mind.

- and you KNOW ellie’s so delusional to the point where she swears she can actually feel you wrapped tightly around her strap. girl treats her precious green 6 incher as a fr LIMB.

- and so ofc that’s making her mutter cocky shit like, “gonna fill you full with my cum, baby. yeah you’d like that wouldn’t you? fuckin’ slut.” and ofc things like: “shit, babe, you’re gripping me so tight ya gotta let me move, c’mon.”

- since ellie’s such a strap lesbo you absolutely BET she’d fucking lose it seeing you squirt all over it. our girl knows she’s a total god with her silicone but like fuck, dude, this good?

- and yes, she is this good. because it’s nearly impossible for you to shut up at all when she’s fucking you dizzy ‘n dumb, g-spot hit deliciously with every stroke, clit prodded perfectly every time her hips meet yours.

- and imagine her cute lil puffy clit already rubbed raw from fucking you so hard w the strap just throbbing to the point it hurts from how hot you look under her, completely drenching her dick with your squirt.

- and she wouldn’t even be all that smug about it at first— no that comes later—she’d just fucking keen at the very sight of you.

- her cute eyebrows just scrunching up tightly together as she lets out the most unexpected, adorably needy whine, cumming immediately all over the base ‘n watching pervertedly as your dirty juices mix.

- and she’s just moaning complete nonsense, “god, please- fuck, fuck! ‘m cumming!” —literally more out of it than you are because she’s that turned on from watching you make a mess of the sheets.

- and THEN’s when she makes her annoying yet endearing ass quips, all “aw, you’re such a cute little mess for me,” and “big one, huh? who got you squirting like this, hmm?” as if she didn’t just whimper like a submissive bitch two seconds earlier.

my girl 4ever though i fr live for ellie and her strap. best duo in tlou. perhaps the only (surviving) duo? like damn not even her fingers- nvm.

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[rueanaddict]

His little filthy secret

permise: you found something he was hiding from you

pairing: vinnie hacker x female reader

warnings: smut- contains rough sex, uprotected sex, oral sex [female receiving], mentions about masturbating, praise kink, spit swallowing, spanking, degradation, overstimulating, fingering, swearing

word count: 2801

A/N: I am obsessed with this mf so i felt the urge to write about him

it’s only an imagine, I know that irl vinnie is literally the sweetest soul ever

(also english is not my first language so I’m sorry for any mistakes)

hope you enjoy ;)

You were at Vinnie's house because tonight was supposed to be one of your movie nights together. You loved those nights. After a week of worrying, you were able to breathe and relax a bit. Most often you watched two or three movies and then fell asleep cuddled under a blanket. You wanted to lay your head on his chest and wrap your arms around him. However, you had to wait a bit for that because Vinnie went to get the groceries.

While waiting for Vinnie and snacks, you decided to take a nap. You were a bit tired and you wanted to regain strength so as not to fall asleep right away while watching a movie. You went to his bedroom. Vinnie's bed was the most comfortable bed you've ever slept in, so you couldn't wait to wrap yourself in a warm blanket soaked in the scent of the curly-haired boy. When you entered the room you saw that the bed was unmade.- obviously- you thought. Vinnie often forgot a lot of things in a hurry. - one of them was making the bed. You started to fold the soft blankets thinking that in a moment you would wrap yourself in them and fall into a sweet sleep. When everything was ready, you laid down on the bed, snuggling into Vinnie's pillow so you could smell his scent. However, your fingers under the pillow stumbled upon something strange. You pulled a piece of fabric from under your pillow, quickly recognizing what it was.

-Holy shit.- you said out loud.

You were holding a black thong... your thong. You used to stay over at Vinnie's a lot and sometimes you forgot something, but never your panties. Besides, what were they doing in his bed? Of course, you've slept with Vinnie in the same bed before, but not like this. After all, you were just friends. You stared in disbelief at your discovery for a moment, wondering what the hell this was all about, but you were interrupted by Vinnie's voice from downstairs.

-I'm back. Where are you?

-Upstairs.- you said, gulping down the saliva in your throat.

You took a deep breath and went downstairs. Vinnie was unpacking groceries in the kitchen, hearing your footsteps behind him.

-Listen, they didn't have your favorite cookies, so I took...

-Vinnie...?- you interrupted him with uncertainty in your voice.

-Yes?- he turned and looked at you with those damn beautiful brown eyes full of innocence.

-I wanted to take a nap so I went to your room and...

-And?- he came closer. -Something happened? You seem scared.

After a moment of silence, you gathered your courage and asked, lifting the thong so that it was now in front of his face.

-What was it doing in your bed?- Vinnie froze for a moment, staring at your panties.

-Uhhh I don't know what that is...- he stammered.

-Vinnie don't play dumb and tell me what the hell my panties are doing in your goddamn bed.- you said quite loudly.

-Ohh come on baby, don't pretend you don't know.

-What the fuck are you talking about, Vinnie?- the boy slowly approached you, looking you in the eyes with a sneer.

-You know... you left them at mine a few weeks ago so I decided to take care of it.- he slowly got closer and closer to you. You were stepping back with each step he took until your back hit the wall.

-I don't remember leaving it at your place.- you said looking into his eyes which were now full of lust.

-You don't remember huh?- he smiled slightly at his own words.- You used the bathroom and left them on the bathtub in a hurry. Or perhaps you did it on purpose? Maybe you wanted them to be found by me?

-What!? No Vin...

-Shh don't interrupt me.- he put his finger to your lips.- I was going to give it to you but I couldn't resist.

-What do you mean?

-Ohh baby you have no idea what I’m talking about do you?- you swallowed hard.- As soon as I picked them up, the thought of your little pussy touching that piece of cloth drove me crazy.

You looked deep into his eyes. He wasn't the same kind and loving Vinnie anymore. In that moment, lust overtook him.

-Vinnie did you... you know... did you use my panties to... - you couldn't finish the sentence.

-You don't even know how many times I've been jerking off thinking about you. How many times I’ve cummed on those cute little panties imagining that cum is deep inside your little pussy baby.- after those words you were totally stunned.

Sometimes you fantasized about Vinnie and felt awfully bad about it because he was your best friend after all. But after what he told you, the guilt disappeared and was replaced by lust. God, this man had no boundaries and you were terribly attracted to it.

You stood there stunned when suddenly Vinnie yanked panties out of your hand.

-What are you doing?- you asked trying to snatch them from his hand.

-You won't get them. This is my property now.- he said as he put your panties in his back pocket.

-C’mon Vinnie give them to me.- you leaned over to take them out of his pocket, but you lost your balance a bit and fell straight on Vinnie who caught you.

-Hey be careful sweetheart. I don't want anything to happen to you.- Vinnie held you in his strong arms. You wanted to look him in the eyes, but you couldn't. You were too flustered after what he said.

-You're not so talkative anymore, are you? I don't understand why you're so surprised. You've seen the looks I gave you. I've wanted you all to myself for a  very long time and... I know you want me too.- he leaned and whispered in your ear.- I've caught you staring at my bulge more than once. You think I don't know what's going on when I'm around and you clench your legs. I know what I do to that little pussy.- shivers ran down your spine. You've wanted Vinnie for a long time, and the thought of him rubbing his cock against your panties turned you on even more.- he moved away from your ear so he could look into your eyes, then your mouth, then your eyes again, then your mouth again...

-Can I kiss you?- he asked gently grabbing your cheek and stroking his finger over your soft and thirsty of his touch lips. You nodded slightly, looking into his eyes.

He leaned down and placed a passionate kiss on your lips. He moved his body closer to yours which made you feel the bulge in his pants. He lightly pushed his tongue into your mouth, asking for the access you gave him. His hands slid up your waist until they stopped at your hips. You pulled away from each other for a moment to catch your breath.

-You want this?- Vinnie asked seriously. You just nodded your head.- Use your words princess.

-I want this Vinnie.

-What do you want?- he said with that cocky smile.

-I want you to fuck me Vinnie.- that was enough for him. He quickly picked you up and carried you to his bedroom, placing kisses along your neck. You just whimpered at his actions.

-Do you like it little one?- he asked between kisses.- You don't even know how long I've wanted to sink my teeth into your neck.- he growled throatily, continuing to giving you wet kisses along your jawline. When you entered the room Vinnie gently placed you on the bed still holding you in his strong arms.- Damn, you did a really good job with that bed... too bad all that effort will go to waste baby.- he said, then kissed you.

-Listen, it only goes as far as you want princess... okay?- you nodded slightly in response as you couldn't say anything.

-Let’s get rid of this.- he started to pull up your hoodie and placing gentle kisses along your tummy, finally reaching your tits. He began stroking your hardened nipples softly, sucking on one and then the other, letting out moans of satisfaction.

-God, you have such a nice body.- when he was done with your tits, he went a little lower and started to pull down your pants. You were in front of him only in a pair of black thongs. He stared at your soaking panties for a moment with desperation in his eyes.

-I want to taste you so badly.- he placed a kiss on your lips. You started looking at him. He was still fully clothed and you were about to reveal yourself completely to him. Vinnie noticed you staring at him in frustration that he still had clothes on and he took the hint. He took off his shirt revealing his tattooed body. You moaned in satisfaction and placed your hands on his chest, running your fingers over his black tattoos. It's not like you've never seen Vinnie shirtless. It was completely different now...

-Let me take care of you baby.- he said moving down to your lower parts placing kisses on your inner thighs.- You're so damn wet for me sweetie.- he started taking off your soaked panties and hiding them into his back pocket.

-I won't get them back, will I?- you asked sighing.

-Trust me you won't need them anymore... Now lift your hips up a little bit.- Vinnie leaned down to your needy pussy.

-You want to feel my tounge on your little pretty clit sweetheart?

-Please Vinnie stop teasing me.- you moaned in response. With those words, Vinnie started eating your swollen pussy. He sucked and licked all they way up and down.

 -You taste so good darling.- whimpers and moans escaped your mouth as Vinnie savored the taste of your pussy. He put one finger in your little hole.

-Vinnie please... I need more...

-Be patient little girl. My fingers are much bigger than yours.- he said, adding another. You moaned at the pleasure he was giving you.- Do you like the feeling of me stretching your tight pussy?- he asked, pushing his fingers in and out in rapid motions. He brought his face closer to yours to place a passionate, wet kiss on your lips. You couldn't take it anymore, it was too much.

-Vinnie I’m gonna... he immediately moved away from your swollen and dripping pussy.- My poor little girl wanna cum? Ohhh baby let yourself cum and feel the pleasure.- he started sucking your clit again.

-Ohh fuck.- you moaned.

-Cum all over my face like a good girl.

-Fuck Vinnie...- you cummed and Vinnie held your trembling legs, licking your release.

-Look at the mess you've made. I have to clean it all up now. When he was done, he pulled away from your sore pussy and admired your body.

-Fuck baby look how hard I am.- he said stroking his cock through his pants.- C’mere.- you moved closer and he wrapped his arms around you. You were now sitting on his massive thighs.

- Now... will you be an obedient little whore for me sweetheart?

-Yes Vinnie.- you said quietly.

-I want to hear you saying it.

-I'll be your obedient little whore.

-Ohh fuck you make my cock throb even more.- he said kissing your neck.- C’mon undo my belt.- he looked you straight in the eyes. You placed your hands on his bulge. God he looked so good. You unbuckled his belt and slid  pants off Vinnie. He was only in boxers now.- C’mon take them off.- you slowly slid the fabric off his hips and his cock popped out hitting his stomach. Your eyes immediately widened in surprise. His cock was huge. Thick, long, pulsating, covered with veins. You didn't know how it was supposed to fit inside you. You stared at him a little too long what Vinnie noticed.

-You like what you see?- he said with a cunning smile.- Bend over that bed and stick your pretty ass up.- you did as he said.- Damn you have such a nice ass.- he spanked you hard and pulled you closer so you could feel his throbbing dick pressed against your ass.

-I can't fucking wait any longer.- he said and thrusted into you, giving you no time to adjust to his length. You felt pain at first, but it soon turned to pleasure. He fucked you at inhuman speed and the sound of skin hitting skin echoing through the room. He leaned down from time to time to give you kisses down your spine.- Turn around, I want to see your face when I fuck you.- he shoved his cock back into your dripping pussy, letting out a long, guttural moan. He thrusted into you faster and faster, moaning in pleasure.

-Fuck my cock feels so good inside that tight pussy.- you just moaned and screamed his name like it was the only word you knew.

-Ohhh fuck baby... Do something for me... Open your mouth and stick your tongue out... wider...- he spat into your mouth.- Drink my spit.- you did as you were told. It wasn't typical of you, but you liked that so badly.

-You like when I’m so rough to you aren't you? C’mere...- he started leaving marks on your neck and shoulders. He held you tight, digging his fingers into your thighs, continuing his thrusts. Your and Vinnie's moans intensified with each thrust.

-Ohh fuck baby you gonna cum? Cum for me pretty girl... Cum all over that cock.- you cummed after that but Vinnie didn't stop moving inside you.- You thought I'd stop because you came?- he chuckled lightly.- Give me one more... Okay baby?- you knew you wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow, but at that moment you didn't care. You felt too much pleasure to think about anything. Your brain was getting dizzy.

-I’ve come so many times thinking about your tight little hole and now I have it all to myself.- he continued fucking you so hard and so good.- Give me your hand.- you stretched out your hand and he placed it on your tummy.- Can you feel it...? Can you feel that bulge in your tummy? See how deep I am inside you...- he was panting harder and harder.- Fuck it’s  pressed against your fucking womb... Ohhh fuck it feels so good.- his moans were so hot.- Fuck baby, I'm about to fill that little pussy with my cum... Ohh fuck... I want you to cum again when I will drain my balls in your little cunt baby... Ohh shit...- his movements were now faster than ever. You felt every inch of his dick pulsating deep inside you.- Ohhh fuck fuck fuck I'm cumming... Cum for me baby... Ohhh fuck.- he started rubbing your already swollen clit rapidly.- Right after that his warm cum filled your pussy. Vinnie collapsed tiredly on top of you. He was panting and whimpering against your chest. You tangled your fingers in his soft curls, scratching his scalp. You stayed like that for a while until Vinnie spoke up.

-Was I too harsh my love?- he said, placing a kiss on your cheek.

-No Vinnie... you were perfect as you always are.

-My love?- Vinnie said softly.- I need to tell you something... I've wanted to tell you this for a long time... I fell in love with you...- you didn't expect those words to come out of his mouth and he noticed it.

-Fuck, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so sudden...

-Shhh Vinnie it’s okay.- he looked at you with love in his eyes.- I fell in love with you too...

-You don't know how happy I am to hear that... Can I kiss you?

-You don’t have to ask me Vinnie.

 He placed a loving and passionate kiss on your lips.

-But Vinnie...- you said uncertainly.

-Yes sweetheart? - he asked a little worried.

-You can't steal my panties anymore.- he chuckled at your words.

-You promise?

-I promise...- he covered you two with a blanket and snuggled into you even more, inhaling your scent.

He placed one last kiss on your forehead and you fell asleep in each other's arms.

#vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker smut #vinnie hacker x reader smut #vinnie x reader smut #vincent hacker #dom vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker x you #vinnie hacker x yn #vinnie hacker x fem!reader #vinnie #vinnie x you #vinnie hacker fic #vinnie hacker fanfic #smut #vinnie hacker dirty #vinnie hacker sex #vinnie hacker hot #friends to lovers

[bunny-witch-bitch]

Can you imagine how convenient a butler would be?

Especially if he was infatuated with you.

all you’d have to do to be essentially worshipped would be to ring a bell.

“Yes Mistress?” He’d say, trying to calm his heart down from simply being in your presence.

“Would you do my laundry for me please? I want to go take that bath you just drew for me.”

And of course he’d be happy to. Honored, even that you chose him to sort through items you wore every day.

Items like your underwear…still warm from your thighs.

And it’s not like you’d know, of course. That your servant was sitting on a bed and huffing the scent of your pillow while he touched himself. His leaky red cock covered by the lace of your panties. He’d do your laundry after he was done! They were just so…warm..and fresh.

It wouldn’t be surprising if he spent his off days buying underwear and imagining they belonged to you. Wailing and pleading for you to sit on him and punish him at some random hotel. Poor, pathetic, slut.

#And don’t think I’ve forgotten about those of us who want to be the servant. I’ll make a separate post for you if you ask dolls <3 #dom reader #fem reader #spiced hot chocolate #Should we let him hit it? #He also needs a name lol

[coryosbaby]

Eating Ethan’s ass to lube it up for your strap <33

Sub! Ethan Landry >>

I added knives and a lot of other kinky shit bbg 😭 I hope that’s okay 🙏🏻

Warning: drug use (just weed), knifeplay, blood kink, leashes (I’m sorry), bondage (with ribbons <3), cock rings, oral fixation, mommy kink, throat fucking, ass eating, rim jobs, anal (m recieving), sex toys, pegging (with a strap that cums 🤭),fingering, degrading & praise, spit kink, cum play, Ethan gets creampied, a little bit of aftercare, sub! Ethan, mean! dom! Reader

Ethan’s hands are above his head, tied up with pretty pink ribbon, as you move a knife down the span of his chest. A pink leash is around his neck, a cock ring nestled below his balls. He’s sweaty, his pretty brunette locks sticking to his forehead as you press harder into his skin with the blade. He’s been begging you to fuck him for the past hour, but you know he has to earn it first.

“Momma.. c’mon, please?” His voice is desperate as you run the knife over his ribs. “I’ll be such a good boy! I-I’ll- I’ll let you cut me! Pleasepleaseplease..”

His naked cock bounces as his hips thrust up into the air, as much as they can with his his legs spread apart and ankles tied around the bed posts. You smile, clad in nothing but a pink garter belt and a large ten inch strap that’s fastened tightly to your waist. Ethan is so precious when he’s frustrated. The room is filled with smoke, as you hit a joint with the hand not holding the knife. You inhale, red eyes looking down at him.

“You’re so pretty when you beg, peach.” The knife goes up to his collarbone, and he mewls when you finally break skin. Blood seeps out of the wound and he’s just so far gone when you lick the red liquid up. He tastes heavenly. “God, I love you so much.”

“I l-lo-“ he’s crying, tears and sobs stopping him from being able to speak. He’s adorable.

“Breathe, angel.”

He nods, slowing his breaths and trying to calm down. You bring the joint up to his lips, and he complies, inhaling the smoke, and tilting his head back to rest on the pillows. And then at last, he murmurs sweetly,

“I love you too, mommy.”

“There’s my good boy,” you coo. “Now be still and close your eyes, okay? ‘M gonna cut you some more.”

He nods again, his wrists achy from the restraints. But he listens to you, and his pretty doe eyes flutter shut. The knife cuts him again, beginning to carve out the first letter of your name. He makes small whimpers when the knife breaks skin, but all in all he’s doing incredibly well. When you’re finally on the last letter, you tap one of the cuts with your finger teasingly. Ethan moans, his cock achy and red from the pleasure of being hurt.

“Mommy, touch me!” He says pleadingly, his bottom lip wobbling. “Touch my cock, please? It hurts so bad, momma…”

And usually you would give in to the boy’s pleading, would give him everything he wants with the touch of your hand. But you don’t, this time. Because the way he’s looking at you now soaks the inside of your panties more than any other time before this. Because you’ve figured out that you like to see the boy hurt. The fear in his eyes, the primal need to make him submit to you, is what fills you with satisfaction.

And you think it fills Ethan, too. Along with other things.

“Where, Ethan?” You question, a grin forming on your lips as the blood soaked knife travels down to his dick. His eyes widen, ankles beginning to squirm against the restraints. “Here? On your cock, baby? Or…”

The blade travels back up to his throat, and you flip it around so the handle faces him.

“Here?” You nudge his addam’s apple. “Inside your little throat?”

Ethan’s oral fixation doesn’t go unnoticed, and his tongue lolls out, desperate to try and lick up the handle. When it connects with the spit soaked muscle he lets out a whimper. You push it farther inside his mouth, watching drool begin to pool and spill out of his mouth in wet strands. He suckles the handle until it hits the back of his throat, and when he chokes around it you stroke his hair away from his face soothingly.

“You’re doing so well.” You praise, and his eyes roll back. He’s so messy with it, loves the wet feeling of his own spit trailing down his face and the knife handle abusing the back of his throat repeatedly. You know you have to cum down his throat with the strap one day.

But right now, you have other plans.

You slip the knife out of his mouth and he makes a sound of disapproval. You tut, flipping the knife back around so the blade faces him. You take another hit from the joint and set it inside the ashtray on the nightstand beside you, and then gesture to the knife.

“Clean this off for me, baby.”

And as disgusted as he should be with that request, Ethan doesn’t hesitate to run his lips along the red trail of his own blood. The knife is spotless by the time he’s done, and he licks his lips.

“Thank you, mommy.”

“You’re welcome, sweet boy.” You smile, and look down at cock. It’s red and swollen, and incredibly big. “I think my baby deserves a reward. Don’t you, honey?”

Excitement covers his features as he nods. You laugh at his eagerness, and you’re throwing the knife down on the floor and moving down to his waist. He watches you the entire time, and when you teasingly pinch his balls, he makes a small “mm” sound. You move to undo the ribbons tying his ankles down.

“I’m gonna take these off, baby,” you murmur, as his ankles are finally released. He lets out a sigh of relief at the feeling of his legs finally being able to rest. “But you have to be still.”

It’s a warning less than a suggestion, and Ethan promises he’ll be as still as possible. You tap his thighs, beckoning him to move them.

“Spread these legs, sweetness.”

He obeys, spreading his legs as far as he can go to expose himself to you.

Your fingers move lower and Ethan sighs when your fingers ghost over his hole.

“Gotta get you wet here if you want my cock, don’t I?”

“Yes ma’am-” the tip of your finger teasingly sinks into him, and he groans.

And then you’re other hand is taking his tip and rubbing in slow circles. He gasps, thrusting up into the delicious friction.

“Oh my god..” tears stream down his cheeks even more, and then your hand leaves him again. But it isn’t long before Ethan’s disappointment is washed away. Because you reach into bedside table, and pull out a vibrator, along with another piece of ribbon.

Ethan loves when you use as many toys as possible, when you try and push him past his limits. It’s the most fun thing out of everything you both do together. You settle the toy against his aching prick, tying it against him nice and neat with the ribbon. You turn the vibrator on, and a small buzzing sound emits from it as you position yourself on your stomach. Ethan squirms, small whines leaving his lips as the toy buzzes against him. You bring your mouth to his hole and run your tongue over it.

He gasps, his hips grinding into your face, as you begin to get him slick with your spit. His legs shake as the vibrator stimulates the spot below his head.

“Yes, mommy!” He cries. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

You roughly grab his thighs with your unused hand and move them up. His taste makes you drenched, and when your tongue moves past his tight ring of muscles he’s practically spasming underneath you.

The cock ring makes it hard for him to cum, but he does anyway. Only a small bit of spend seeps out of him, and you laugh as you swipe some up with your fingers and shove them inside of him again. He keens, ass clenching around you, and when you know he’s nice and wet you pull off of him. You remove the vibrator from his dick and turn it off. He gives you those sweet puppy dog eyes as you position your cock at his entrance, his wrists aching to feel your body and hold you to him. You look down at him, and Ethan knows that you want him to beg for your strap.

“Mommy..” his voice is breathless, some of his cum leftover on his cock making it sticky and warm. “Fuck me with your big cock. Please?”

And who can say no to that? So with gentle hands, you hold both of his legs and slide your cock into his tight heat. The strap is big, you know that, and so you need to take it slow if he wants to fit all of it. Your eyes practically roll back at the sight of his ass stretching around you, and he looks up at you with the most longing gaze you’ve ever seen. Bringing your body down, you kiss him on his nose. He smiles, and then his mouth opens in ecstasy at the feeling of your hips hitting his thighs. You’re all the way in now, and he’s taken all ten inches. Your little size queen.

“You’re so beautiful.” You say.

“Not as.. oh, fuck-” you thrust into him suddenly, for the first time, and he keens. “-as beautiful as you.”

You smile, and then you begin to move faster inside him. It’s not long before your thrusts are harsh and rough, and your thighs slap against his as you pound the boy into the mattress.

“Good fuckin’ boy..” you praise, when you see his ass clench down on you. “Taking my cock so well.” You lean back and watch as he desperately tries to fuck himself onto you, bringing your thumb down to rub his taint. He’s so loud, practically screaming, as he cries out, “more, more, more!” as you pound him into the mattress. This makes you clench your jaw, makes you grab him by the leash and pull him up to you.

“Yeah? You want more, Ethan?” You throw him back down, taking your cock out of him and making him sob. But he’s quickly happy when you remove his cock ring and untie his wrists, finally. He’s relieved, reaching out to touch you, but frowns when you speak.

“Turn around. On your knees.”

He’s quick to comply, regardless of his disappointment of not being able to touch you. He bares himself to you like a bitch in heat. You enter him again, grabbing the leash and bending him back towards you. You assume the cuts on Ethan’s chest ache and burn, but the sight of his dried blood makes you groan.

“That’s it,” You praise him, when he begins to fuck back on you. “Dirty boy. Filthy little slut.”

Ethan’s cock is ready to burst, the cock ring being off now making every sensation he’s been feeling heighten. And when you notice that is high is nearing, you laugh.

“You’re close, aren’t you? Gonna cum?”

“Yes ma’am!”

And then you’re bringing your hand around and stroking him with fervor. He keens, and with a loud groan, spills his seed all over the sheets below him. You smile when you see the white ropes coat your hand. You push Ethan’s face down onto the pillows, beginning to pummel him again.

“Momma, ‘s too much..” he mumbles into pillows. He’s slumped.

“I know, I know, baby. But mommy has to cum inside, you know that.”

He lets out a quiet whimper at that, and you slow as you press the button on the strap to fill him to the brim with warm white liquid. You watch as it spills out of his hole and drips down his balls and spent cock. And then, gently, you slow. You give his ass a light slap, and he yelps.

“Don’t be mean..” he grumbles. You chuckle.

“So I wasn’t being mean before?”

“Definitely not.”

You pull out of him, watching as his ass gapes around nothing. The lubricant you fill him with always give the both of you a sense of satisfaction: Ethan likes the feeling of being filled up, and you like the sight of filling him up. It’s a win win.

“You can turn on your back, sweetheart,” you say. He hasn’t moved from his original position. “It’s okay…”

He turns around, a small exhausted smile on his face, and lays down on his back. You lay down next to him and he’s quick to curl up on your bare chest. You’re too tired to remove the strap, right now. Ethan’s tongue flicks your nipples, softly. Just as a way of comfort. You reach over and grab the joint from earlier and a zippo. When you relight it, you inhale, your head buzzing from that high feeling. The silence is comfortable.

“Thank you.” Ethan murmurs suddenly.

“For what?”

“For letting me cum.”

Even now, he’s obedient. You run your fingers through his soft curls.

“You’re welcome, baby.”

The next few minutes consists of Ethan’s face buried in your neck, your soft humming, and passing the joint back and forth. But then the boy is kissing your lips and moving down towards your crotch. You furrow your brows in confusion.

“What are you doing, sweet boy?”

“You didn’t cum.” He states, as if it’s the most disgraceful thing in the world to say. “I’m gonna make you cum. I want to.”

You nod. If you’re being honest, you wouldn’t have minded just falling asleep with him. Your own orgasms never really matter to you when it comes to Ethan. But alas, he unfastens the harness of the strap still attached to your waist with nimble fingers. When he pulls it off, he places it on the floor beside the bed and removes your panties. They’re practically soaked through, the entire crotch an entire shade darker from your wetness. When he spreads your legs his mouth is immediately attached to your pussy.

And with your eyes fluttering shut, your head tilted back in ecstasy, you let your sweet boy devour you.

#I’m in a silly goofy mood today #I believe in sub Ethan with hot goth mommy dom supremacy #Ethan Landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x fem! reader #ethan landry smut #sub! ethan landry #dom! reader #scream 6 #scream #scream iv

[marrycv]

Pick up your phone!

paring : toxic!ellie x toxic!reader

warnings : Mention of weed, alcohol. Ellie’s punishment with sex. Mention of nudes. Oral (e!receiving), fingering (r!reveiving). Language, nicknames such as : slut, doll, angel, baby, bitch, motherfocker (and others). mention of yn like twice. Mention of cheating and lying and many other bad things 😅. Ellie and reader are NOT healthy, do not romanticize their relationship, its fucked up. Porn w out plot? (kinda). Both reader and ellie are mean and does fucked up shit. 18+

summary : You wait Ellie again. she’s late for 4 hours and she wants to make it up to you. But you didn’t want to fall in her arms this time- which you obviously lost at trying to do. Ellie’s mad and has a punishment for you when she was in the wrong, and you had every right to be mad at her.

kinda a scrap this is bad 🙏

short asf

you :

00:12 - Ellie, where are you?

00:34 - Ellie istg answer me!!

1:02 - c’mon you said you’d come over today

Els 🖕🏻:

1:55 - im omw

1:57 - dont bother.

2:01 - im sorry im late

2:01 - you’re always sorry, dont come home and go fuck one of your stupid fangirls

2:02 - im coming over

2:02 - i said no

2:03 - c’mon lemme make it up to you 💋

2:05 - im gonna block you

2:32 - yn? !message not delivered!

“fuck” Ellie mumbled under her breath, going out of the studio and jumps in her Truck. going over speed’s limit and then knocking hard enough on your apartment to wake up everyone else in the combo.

you get up from your bed, unable to sleep due to waiting for her all night.

you open your door and when you see Ellie standing in front of it, smelling weed and alcohol, you know she wasn’t gonna be easy to deal with tonight.

“Ellie go home, its 3 in the morning…”

“cmon let me in baby” she said in a whisper, almost sounding like a whine.

You and Ellie’s relationship was complicated- that was what you were saying to your friends, because the amount of time you two broke up, that she cheated on you, that you would expose her nudes on internet, that she would sleep with a stranger just to piss you off and somehow you’d still let her come back in your arms- as she did the same with you. you would do shitty things as well, like saying to all of her fans that the concert was cancelled or that it changed location. you could also post on twitter her worse secrets when you learned that she cheated on you. you’d also make up lies about some random stuff just to get a revenge out of her.

but mostly she would just fuck up your trust for her like coming home 4 hours later or cheating on the infinite amount of girls. she’d also love bomb you to get you back and then would disappear for weeks. she also showed all of her band’s member the sextape she got of you- and you knew after Dina, the base player told it to you. You and ellie would randomly call eachothers- especially when she or you were under something, most likely weed or alcohol but sometimes something else. It wasnt rare that you would make her jealous and posting a story of you and a girl on instagram and she’d come over to fuck you dumb. only to wake up alone in the bed.

“ellie please i just wanna sleep tonight, no fight.”

“and please i just wanna say sorry, no fight.” Ellie answered, thinking she was a smart girl for this one

you rolled your eyes.

“are you even able to walk?” you asked her, seeing her flushed cheeks and her eyes red like hell

“of course i am baby, im okay.. please let me just make it up to you im so sorry im late”

“no youre not! because you wouldve told me you’d come home late or you wouldve just told me that you were busy!!!”

“im so sorry..” she says in a childish tone, just as if she was mocking you for being so mad.

“fuck off els”

Ellie rolled her eyes and made her way inside, taking steps closer to you.

“dont talk to me like that.” Ellie says, looking right into your eyes- mood changing suddenly, she didnt get the answer she wanted.

“you dont show up 4 hours late, bitch”

Ellie’s jaw tightened and she looked at you furiously

“tell me you just wanted to fuck me Ellie.”

“dont you ever call me ‘bitch’ again.”

“or what? you’re gonna leave? that already happened, i can survive it.”

“nah.. im gonna give you a lesson.”

“the fuck you mean?”

“get on your knees” Ellie said, tone demanding.

“i wont do shit you ask me to do Ellie.” you say scared of what she’s gonna ask you to do. you have some suspicions, but your mind is overthinking about so many possibilities.

Ellie puts her hands on your shoulders and force you to get you on your knees. She looks at you from down and she takes off her pants along with her boxers.

“you know what to do now.” Ellie tells you, intertwining her fingers with your hair, pulling you closer to her pussy. You start to give her short licks, obviously nothing enough for her.

“I swear to god you motherfucker if you dont do what-“

Ellie started but got cut off with one of her whines by you sucking her clit like your life depended on it. Your knees hurts, but her grip in your hair is too strong for you to move. your holding her by the thighs, moaning against her cunt by how good she tastes. obviously pussydrunk by her. and the perfect little grunts she would make made you so fucking wet. her hips would be jerking against your face, riding your tongue the best she could to chase your high. Ellie would never tell you, but you ever were the only one to make her cum. she knew that it would make your ego so much too high if she told you that on countless girls you were the only one able to please her. you know her sweet spots and she wasnt scared to be vulnerable with you. she always was. and you always were too.

“Fuck- fuck.. just like that, yeah”

her grunts would turn into whines and her whines into small moans. Ellie wasnt that much of a loud girl, but you knew if she was vocal- it was good. it made you laugh, sending vibrations through her clit.

“Im gonna- fuckkk!!” she moans out as she cums in your mouth. you still suck her clit as she rides your tongue for her high to be longer.

you get up from your knees and ellie kisses you, tasting herself on your tongue. the kiss turns rapidly messy and rough. Ellie would hold you by the hips, directing you by the bed. as soon as you touched the bed, she made you lay down on it and she got on top of you, still making out with you. her kisses got on your jaw until your neck. she then took a pause to look at you. you were eye doying her- she would always win. you were her little slut.

“only needed my” puts a finger into your core “fingers to shut that attitude huh?”

she takes off your shirt- which you were braless under it. peaking already your tits, ellie titled her head, smirking

“you got ready for me, doll?”

you nodded, wanting more of her.

“nuh huh, words baby, i want words.” she told you as the sucked one of your nipples as one of her hand was massaging the other breast. as her other hand was working on your clit to make you feel sooo good.

“j-just for you els!” you obey to her request, only wanting her to go faster.

“faster el- faster!!” you try to manage to tell her.

“faster huh?” Ellie says as she just slows her pace of her fingers brushing against that sweet spot of yours.

“please ellie!!” you beg for her to go faster as she just slows down again and again.

“i didnt say you’d get a good time Baby, this is your punishment, as deserved.”

“please.. ill be good Ellie- never gonna be m-mean with you ever” you faked promised her, just needed to tell her whatever she wanted to hear.

“yeah? you’d do this for me, angel?” Ellie asks as shes at only one finger, completely ruining you. completely making you cry for more- needing more.

“id do anything- just please fuck me ellie, fuck me.”

-

2 days after this huge mistake. You and Ellie started to do this kind of thing all the time. She’d piss you off, you’d be mad, she’d become madder for something she made you mad at- and would finish as sex. the only way you two did work out with.

she made you feel so good and you made her feel better.

This was unhealthy, but she was so addictive.

she’d come home in the middle of the night- wouldnt care if you were deep asleep or had a party- she’d take care of that pussy no matter what. Her songs would be about you two relationships.

Everyone liked it.

and you were happy you had such a big impact that she wrote- and sang about you.

But she didnt see you that pretty- you were her fucking toy.

14:01 : why the fuck did you say that i was toxic in your song?

15:56 : because you are.

15:59 : fuck you els

16:01 : you wish <3

16:01 : you’re the toxic one in our relationship

16:30 : 💀💀 hell nah

16:31 : Ellie how many times did you cheat on me?

17:23 : babe, we were on break how many times do i get to tell you that?

17:23 : anyways i gtg ill see you tonight ;)

She wasnt easy and you werent either.

but whatever, she has become way more famous than ever.

she’d send you those pictures before a show, trying to make you come to one (which you did but didnt tell her).

“does that feel good els?” you say as your face was in between her thighs, on your knees just like how she loved you like that.

“fuck babe dont stop!!” Ellie would tell you into a soft tone, not so much like that little ‘dominant’ cover she’s making everyone believe she was. she was always the one screaming your name over and over.

she then would make you see heaven with her cock filling you up, camera in one hand and the other one on your breast. She’d look at it all the time, rolling circles on her clit whenever she missed you and you blocked her so she couldnt ask you for any nudes- she has better, she could literally see you in action getting fucked by her.

she loved you, that was why she was so fucked up at showing it.

and you just were getting revenge for how she made you feel.

But in a way you two belonged together.

But she’d still use you for your amazing body and how good your tongue felt against her cunt.

you were her little stress reliever. (you’d let her do whatever she wanted to you- you’d just never tell her that)

request are open 💋

#ellie williams #ellie fanfic #the last of us #ellie smut #ellie x reader #tlou fanfiction #wlw ns/fw #wlw post #wlw smut #toxic relationship #toxic love #toxicity #not healthy #wrong #ellie x you #ellie x fem reader #smut #so hot and sexy #dom x sub

[nakedtoasterr]

Male reader month | April edition

This one is late so I apologize but life happens, hopefully I can get into a rhythm of getting these done before the end of the month.

I added 3 experimental fics this time around. Two of them are character x GN reader and the other is a Fem character x Male reader. I’m hoping you all will enjoy these and please tell me if you don’t! I won’t add any in the future if that is that case

Ps: if anyone wants to help with these hmu im so slow 😰

Sfw male reader

Kittens; scoups | @seventeenficsformalereader

Scoups(?) x male reader

None listed

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A Tease | @moonbyulsstuff

Kaidou x male reader

None listed

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Tea at 9pm | @anystalker707

Vinsmoke Sanji x GN!Reader

babygirl sanji / wholesome relationship / reader is a writer who keeps a journal with the crew's adventures / extremely fluffy ending

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Izuku midoryia x male reader | @odue-sp

Izuku x male reader

m/n has a problem with personal space and people touching him. m/n's quirk is tendrils, he is able to form them anywhere on his body they're usually invisible (warped areas). They're supposed to be visible but he's able to make them disappear.

Top male reader

Soft yandere Aether x MR | @dvlboy

Aether x male reader

Soft yandere aether

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Sub/bottom Dottore and pantalone hc

@bazthefirstborn

Dottore/ pantalone x male reader

crying, (A LOT) spit, sensory deprevation, rp, bj's, (m reader recieving) just general gay men activities

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who loves to be marked? | @chaepink

Izuku/Bakugo/kirishima x GN!reader

dom!gn!reader, suggestive, marking, biting, spanking

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Tony Stark x Younger Poolboy Male Reader hc

@justice-maul

Tony stark x male reader

Sub Tony, age gap (not specific), porn with plot, reader is muscular and tall, manhandling kink, cum, degrading praise, humiliation, mentions of rough sex, and making out (tell me if I messed any, I didn’t double check this)

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Bottom male reader

Daddy’s home | @dabisbratz

Gojo x male reader

light angst, daddy kink, bottom male reader, finger sucking, fingering, apology sex, dubcon (gojo’s a lil pushy but everything is consensual), dacryphilia, dirty talk, praise, biting, reader’s kinda bratty, possessiveness, established relationship, secret relationship, reader’s a regular civilian, anal sex, spit, mating press, sexualizing gojo’s thermographic xray vision, amab body terminology

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Momo x male reader | @trafalgarya

Nsfw head canons

mommy kink, penetration, strap-on, oral (giving and receiving), soft dom!momo yaoyorozu, sub!male reader, praising kink, sex-toys, teasing, orgasm control, begging, nipple sucking, masturbation, use of "slut", a bit of ooc ig, analingus (receiving, mention of giving too)

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The Devil comes to steal, kill, and destroy

@adoniss-tales

Gabriel x male reader

corruption kink, guided masturbation, praise kink, voyeurism, pet names (reader receiving), p.w.o.p, no actual penetration : reader is a follower of gabriel, but not an alternate. . Gabriel is referred to as "Mister Gabriel" once.

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Ayato Petplay | @vikeii

Ayato x Male reader

pet play, established relationship, everything is consensual!!!, puppy play, mild praise kink, cockwarming, dumbification, male reader, belly bulge, mild overstim, mild nipple play, collars and leashes !! he/him pronouns for reader, amab reader, marking, biting

Hey y’all!!! I know I’m super extra late but I really did try… I’ll do my best to start earlier in the month so this doesn’t happen again I’m so sorry guys. Tysm for all the support on my last post!!! Seeing all the reposts and hearts really motivated me to finish this one. ❤️❤️

Extra apologies to the ppl I messaged when it was 3 am over here. I’m not my best when I’m bout ready to pass out

#bottom male reader #dom male reader #fanfic #fic rec #male reader #sub male reader #top male reader #x male reader #anime fic #hot anime guys #hot anime girls #I need them to step on me #sorry lol #gn reader #gender nuetral reader #fem character x male reader #bokutosproperty male reader months

[wandasfifthwife]

.˚₊┈ just a silly little bucket list idea!

#upcoming fic #fucked silly in a hot tub by wanda #so goofy!! #so silly! #marvel wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda x you #dom wanda #top wanda #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda x y/n #wanda x reader smut #wanda maximoff x you #marvel wanda #mommy wanda

[kakashiislut]

“Okay, now Alejandro and Rudy are coming, they are also bringing some of their men for work. Do you remember everything we talked about, Y/N”

“Yes sir Captain sir” you gave price a salute.

“Y/N” he speaks sternly and you grin at him.

-

“Ahh, Hermano’s, Ive missed you guys” Vargas walks in with his signature walk “and who’s this?” His eyes settle on you.

Walking up to him, you get on one knee “I, Y/N Y/L/N, ask you, Alejandro Vargas, TO PLEASE MARRY ME-“

*gets snatched up by price*

#send me asks #yes yes yes #fan fic writing #fan fic requests #fan fic stuff #fan fic reading #fan fic asks #fan fic smut #alejandro mw2 #alejandro cod #alejandro vargas #call of duty rodolfo #cod modern warfare #mwii #modern warfare #Drabble #Alejandro is so hot Omg I want him #fem dom #freaky #alejandro x reader

[sexygrass]

6. Unknown Land.

genre: smut, supernatural AU, soulmate au, vampires au, werewolf au, Sub/Dom dynamics, angst, mention of traumas, mention of torture, deaths of some characters, and blood, explicit language, fluff, mature content, sadism, lots of killing, and many plot twists.

After Suho and Taeyong's serious talk, taeyong decided to warn Mark about what was actually happening and tell him about the interpretation of his unnormal visions about the girl he's eager to meet.

after taeyong's confusing explanation, Mark felt like his head would split into two from all the illogical pieces of information. and to say that he wasn't scared and slightly shocked would be an understatement, not only because he was seeing Samantha Mikaelson, the Original hybrid and Klaus's twin sister in his dreams and his every waking moment, but because of the reason why.

At first, He refused to believe them firmly and called it a bluff. however, when suho showed him a piece of his memory of Samantha and one of his mortal shadow selves together in what seemed like ancient Italy, he felt his whole world closed up on him.

later that day, he kept himself composed and showed no extreme reactions about the matter after what Suho showed him or informed him. nevertheless, the information about Samantha's willingness to kill those who took the Salvatores' brothers made them postpone their conversation about the odd, startling discovery and gather the rest, and head to their home in hopes of protecting their friends from whatever Samantha might do to them.

parking the car next to Johnny's, Jaehyun was the first to get out and whooshed into the destroyed house, stepping over the shattered glass and the scattered wooden pickets. Taeyong clenched his jaw at the unfolding scene. 

"Taeil...he's really not here," Haechan stated warily. and from the puzzlement look the rest shared, they're clueless about the relationship that he had with her or the reason why she'd take him.

"what do you mean he's not here? where he'd go?" jaehyun asked.

"She took him."

they all lifted their heads to meet Johnny, who was ascending the stairs with Yuta and Doyoung, the two with ripped and splattered blood clothes. "oh, god, what happened to you?" jungwoo gasped and rushed to them. 

"Samantha Mikaelson." Yuta stated darkly. Mark patted his back as his bottled emotion scratched the surface.

"We need to talk," Doyoung stated sternly.

.... 

"you're kidding. tell me you're kidding. I know you're kidding. stop kidding, it's ain't funny. seriously? no, no, no, this can't be." everyone sighed and looked at haechan, who had his hands on his hips with an irritated glare. "first, her weird, psychic connection with my brother now her beef with Taeil?" he scoffed. clicking his tongue, he ran a hand through his hair "If what doyoung said is true, he must be dead by now, right? what proves to us that she didn't kill him already? that he's still alive?"

haechan voiced out the reality that everyone has been silently denying; Samantha had already killed him. Each one in the room had thought about it but quickly shook it off, pushing it far inside their minds.

only johnny and doyoung were aware of taeil's dark secret and the past he shared with the hybrid. with the latter explaining what he did to her, they now became certain that the only reason she came to town is tearing his head off his body and there is no reason for her not to do it.

"nothing. but what if she didn't kill him and she's just torturing him? if we act up fast, we might get to him before she kills him." yuta scoffed loudly, "We closed the door in her face, and as a punishment, she pierced us with stakes like JESUS TO THE FUCKING WALL! I wonder what she'll do to someone who locked her in a box for hundred years!?" his sarcastic tone turned into a shout at the end as his nostrils flared with anger.

narrowing his eyes at jaehyun, the latter gave him a broken look. as if he was telling him to hold on to the silver lining their holding onto.

"Suho said we have the only thing that Samantha cares about more than her whole damned life, a wild card that can help us." taeyong called, catching their attention. turning on his heel, he flashed a knowing look in Mark's direction. the latter caught the hint and shot up from his sitting position.

"oh, no, no, no, not a chance," he chanted with a shake of his head, "I don't want to be a sniff-close to her," crossing his arms on his chest, he shook his head 'no'.

"Funny how this morning you were whining like a little bitch wanting to meet her," jaehyun bite back, earning a dirty glare from the blue-haired.

Johnny stepped in between when Mark stepped closer toward jaehyun, who, too, didn't hesitate to stand his ground and stood up, his chest buffed and fists clenched by his sides. 

"If you're our only hope in getting taeil back, then you must cooperate with us. Mark, the person we're talking about is our friend! a family! And we don't turn our backs on family." Johnny said, tapping his shoulder with a silent plea.

"last day I was a vampire now I'm a doppelgänger of an original vampire's soulmate, Samantha Mikaelson to make it better. the girl is Klaus's female version! what do you want me to do? go there woo her and... I don't know... flirt with her then ask her to hand back Taeil, Who hurt her and stole a century from her?! Are you crazy?"

"like a wise man once said: activate your sexy. sure she'll give in."

shooting his brother a glare, he sighed in surrender, "Yeah, screw it! what's the plan?"

Doyoung and Taeyong grinned mischievously. portraying two crazy scientists itching to do a mad crazy experiment, "alright then," doyoung clasped his hands, "here's what you're going to do."

...

"Man, I'm exhausted," yangyang whined and crashed his body on the couch, "I can't feel my toes—"

interrupting his nagging, xiaojun pushed him to the side"—bitch, scoot over, I feel like dying", yangyang groaned and stretched his long legs, occupying the couch all for himself. 

"go sit on Hendry's lap or something, I want some space!" Hendry scoffed and xiaojun gasped, "Ew, what the fuck," turning on his heel, Hendry arched his brows, "Come again, sir?" 

the three started squabbling non-stop like old people arguing over the economy. soon, their dilemma ended when Lucas threw his huge, heavy body on top of theirs' causing them to choke and squeeze themselves away.

when the front door opened, the four werewolves in the living room winced at the sharp shriek that cut through the air. "THAT'S NOT TRUE! DAEGAL WOULD NEVER!" the light pink-haired male winced at his high-pitched voice, shaking his head, he fished his phone out. "look, I recorded it. there's no need for denying it."

"Chenle, next time...warn us before you make an entrance," Xiaojun threatened. the orange-haired male scoffed and rolled his eyes at him, shamelessly. "did he—did he roll his eyes at me?!" the blond male asked, highly offended. "yes, yes I did. whatcha gonna do about it?" Chenle teasingly smirked at him.

the rest laughed at their friend whose eyebrows started to twitch up and down from anger. and boy, he was pissed as hell. Jisung sneaked his phone out, ready to record his best friend getting his ass whipped. 

the smirk on chenle's face started to fade once he saw xiaojun making his way toward him in slow motion. "Woah there buddy...let us not act stupid," chenle stood up and start walking backward, his eyes not leaving Xiaojun. the latter was eyeing him as a predator ready to jump on his prey. 

once chenle spotted xiaojun's smirk he made his way to the stairs, screaming for dear life. "KUN! KUN! HE'S GOING TO EAT ME!" when xiaojun grabbed him from his sweater's collar, the younger yelped, " GET THE FUCK OFF ME YOU DOG LOOK LIKE A DINOSAUR!"

Both Jisung and Yangyang rushed to the hall with their phones filming the scene, laughing out loud, chasing the two upstairs, and the wheeze that Hendry let when xiaojun tripped on the stairs made Ten drop the plate he was holding. now all of them were running away from the raging pocket-sized man.

they know Ten has a soft spot for yangyang and he can save them from the wrath of the angry mom by acting cute to distract him, but with Ten holding a knife, yangyang rethought it and chose not to risk it.

Ignoring the shouts and the crime that was about to happen upstairs, shaking his head, Kun let a sigh as he tasted the food he was preparing. "hm, needs some pepper." he mumbled to himself, unfazed by the shrill scream that he was positive was Lucas's.

seeing winwin walk to the kitchen holding his car key in hand, kun perked up "Oh! winwin, can you come and taste this for me?" the brown-haired hummed and bent down allowing him to lift the spoon close enough to his mouth, blowing on it, he slurped it and let out a hum and a thumb up, "it's good."

kun smiled and went to finish cooking while winwin sat on a stool and unzipped his jacket, after minutes of silence, the brown-haired male sighed "You know...this morning..." winwin trailed off, hearing kun hum, beckoning him to speak. taking a deep breath, winwin looked at kun who's back was facing him. 

"that girl I danced with, I think she's a werewolf." putting his spoon down, the black-haired turned to him, "what?" he asked with knitted brows.

"Look, I don't know but... when I was with her, my inner alpha relaxed around her, as if she was an old friend. it was like...uh... there was some sort of bond between us. you know what I mean!" he messed his hair, frustrated. 

"Yeah, well, I guess... I know there aren't many female werewolves around so the feeling to be close to one would be different; especially since the last time was—" kun pressed his lips shut when he realized what he was about to say.

"since Yuzho died. yeah, no need to be cautious about it. what happened happened. I'm okay, it's been a year, kun." he let a defeated sigh before pushing himself off the stool. 

"car accident." winwin scoffed bitterly, "anyone with eyes would see the bites on her neck. A vampire attacked her. and when I find out who, I'll make them pay for it. in blood," he adds darkly before grabbing his jacket and left the house. kun let out a deep sigh and pressed his hands on the kitchen island. 

"IN THE NAME OF CHUCKY! I COMMAND YOU TO BACK AWAY!" rubbing his face, he went upstairs to save his children from the serial killer. "TEN, STOP IT OR I WILL FEED YOU PINEAPPLES WHEN YOU'RE SLEEPING!" hearing Ten's loud gasp, he sighed shaking his head. "a bunch of airheads."

....

two days had passed, and Jeno started to warm up to the hybrid as he magically stopped fearing her. getting to know her, he figured out that she can be just like any normal, moody teenager if you ignored her indomitable strength, fangs, and claws.

poking over her shoulder, he took a sneak-peak at the book she had been reading for a whole day and night. groaning, he dropped his chin on her shoulder with a pout. "I'm bored," he whined in her ear. his husky deep voice made her flinch and snap her head at him.

feeling their noses brush, he blushed and pulled back. closing the book and putting it to the side, and placing Wes down on the floor after he was sleeping on her lap, she gave him her undivided attention. "and what's there you want to do?" she asked calmly, ignoring the voice of his thumping heart. 

taking a deep breath, he stood straight and looked her straight in the eyes. "I've been locked in here for days, I feel suffocated." arching a brow, she placed one leg over the other. "you do realize if it wasn't for your handsome face you'd be still locked up in a dark, wet, and cold cell. right?" 

taking another deep breath, he swallowed the forming lump in the back of his throat and stepped closer to her. her intimidated gaze never fails to make his tummy churn. an idea popped into his head, a new one that he never saw himself doing in his life; activating his cuteness.

mustering up some bravery, he brushed her knee with his fingers and made her undo her crossed legs before sitting on her lap and slipping his hands around her waist, giving it a light squeeze, he pouted.

chuckling at his cute expression, she rested her hands on his chest. "I want to go out— before you say no, hear me out!" closing her mouth, she nodded at him.

"I will wear a face mask so none would recognize me and you can come with me to make sure nothing wrong would happen." her furrowed brows shot up when his hands slid under her shirt and squeezed the flesh of her waist. letting a gasp, she glared at him momentarily before chuckling when he pecked her nose and flashed her his infamous eye smile.

running her hands up and down his chest, feeling his ripped torso under her touch and the heat that started radiating from him as his face turned red. she smirked and leaned in closer to him, her chest poking out from the low v-line shirt she wearing. "is this you asking me out on a date?"

gulping at the sight of her sexy cleavage. he nodded, hair bouncing. "y-yeah." he stuttered out and pulled her shirt up in hopes of covering her. chuckling, Samantha laid back into the chair with her hands on his thighs, a small smile adorning her pink lips.

hearing the front door open and Matilda's faint 'you can come in', both Samantha and Jeno looked to their right. seeing Baekhyun standing awkwardly in the grand hall anticipating whether to walk down the three steps into the grand room or get back from where he came from.

"Am I interrupting something?" taking a few seconds to register his words. they realized their position. pulling his hands from away, Jeno stood straight with a red hue dusting his cheeks and sat next to her on the couch.

straightening her shirt from any wrinkles, she cleared her throat and pushed her hair off her face. "what is it, baekhyun? you seem stressed." breathing in and out, the dark blue-haired vampire stood in front of her with a tensed body.

"I need to tell you something."

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#wayv #chenle and jisung being lyn's new kids #nct 127 #werewolves #vampires #mark lee #lee jeno #hot fem dom reader #kinda sub jeno? #angest #mark being lowkey an ass

[crown-ov-horns]

Tbh, any Crowley x Fem!SO situation I can think of.

Which mostly happens to be Crowley x Fem!Lucifer. Fem!Lucifer is like... Everything.

Found the screencap here.

#diary pages #writing journal #fanfiction writer #good omens #good omens fanfiction #good omens fandom #fanfiction writing #ao3 writer #crowley #crowley x lucifer #i also have some crowley x reader in mind but most are f!crowley x reader and even where he's male he's kind of... a dom?.. #in one he decides to seduce an exorcist which should be... well knowing him more ridiculous than hot #imagine expecting a scary evil demon and instead you encounter... this moron #good omens memes #fem!lucifer

[salaciousdoll]

· · Just in: Kento Nanami isn’t tolerating his young hot neighbor party habits, here’s what he has to say · ·

･˳ . ⋆ Reporting Live from Kento Nanami and Next door neighbor!Fem!reader ･˳ . ⋆

୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Warnings : smut, Nanami is a hard!dom, hair pulling, creampie, fucked through orgasm, pet names( stupid bunny, slut, etc.), degradation is big time here, bed breaking( not just the head board), breeding kink, Nanami talks about getting you pregnant, hardcore, reader is mind fucked, Nanami is pussy drunk, reader is dick drunk, fluids( cream, squirting, drool), if I’m missing anything let me know WC: 1,081

MDNI, 18+

ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ┈•ﾟNote from salaciousdoll: Please do note this was just to poke and have fun, it’s not gonna be perfect so don’t expect it. Anyways, hope you all enjoy my 35 min writing and yes I know this troupe and idea been used a thousands times, act like it hasn’t 😭 Nanami ass may be ooc here, idk.

Nanami always kept his eyes out for the new neighbor who threw parties with mountains of people coming in and out. He was pretty tired of the parties you throw even if you never introduced yourself to any one of your neighbors. You were young and everyone in this neighborhood was either stepping into their 30s or older than that. Only reason he knew you were young was because of how often he’ll see you leave and come in with different boys and girls.

The parties you threw were rowdy and full on project x type beat except without trashing your house. Nanami would be sleep and all he would hear is screams, music, and even the sound of fucking near his window. It’s like you didn’t care about anything or anyone, not even the complaints or calls from the police the other neighbors sent.

So Nanami didn’t care about the way you were clawing at his chest with your long, pretty acrylics as he gripped your hair in a tight ponytail— pounding into your pussy from beneath you with no mercy. The squelching sounds weren't enough to make him stop, in fact, that’s the sole reason he kept going. He ignored your cries and scrambling to get away from him because of how good he stretched your little hole out.

“ you’re not lasting like I thought you would… I mean sluts last long, so why aren’t you?”, Nanami grunts into your ear, his hips thrusting up into your weeping pussy, angrily. He didn’t care about the bed hitting the wall as he fucked you like the whore you’re mother wouldn’t be proud of.

You coughed and tried to make eye contact with him, but his grip on your hair was too much for you to see his face under you. So you cried out your frustration through crystallized vision, “ M’not a slut. Please slow down, Mr. Nanami.” Your sweet little moans and whimpers were beautiful.

Nanami let out a loud growl like moan and wrapped one arm around your body while he now had some of your ponytail tangled and wrapped into his hands, he was making your hair messy just like he was making your pussy messy. You partially regretted coming on because of the dare, but in the same breath, you were happy because now you’re living two of your fantasies.

“ You are. You are. Nnnhh, you’re a little slut that’s been disturbing this neighborhood since you stepped foot in here. Shame on you, did your mother and father teach you anything or are you too dumb of a bunny to understand. Fuck!”, Nanami grunts out his words because of how tight your fluttering walls wrapped around his dick.

Nothing but cries and little chokes escaped out of your mouth. You couldn’t form basic words, how dumb can you be? Nanami balls were slapping on your puckered hole from how fast and rough he was going. You gave up on digging your nails into his chest because you were so fucked out and tired from the pounding he’s giving you. So now your bare chest was pressed onto his bare chest, sweat glands producing from both of you.

“ Please! Please! Please! M’gonna m’gonna— uhhnnn.”, your moans were suppressed by his smooth lips. You were screaming into his mouth as you squirted over his pelvis, his balls, and legs. Some of it was getting on his sheets and he didn’t care one bit. He was too angry at you to see how messy you’ve gotten his covers.

You tried to scramble off him because you were squirting too much and the pressure of it all was too much especially for your already beaten up pussy. It’s like Nanami has superhuman speed and stamina. He sped up even more faster as he fucked up into you, you and your pussy screamed and cried.

Nanami grunts were beginning to become broken, “ Sh-ittt, s’good, pussy is so good squirting like that. I guess all those boys coming in and out of your house taught you how to milk cock, perfectly.” Your eyes widened and then they rolled back into your head at the rolling of his hips hitting the inner thighs repeatedly.

As soon as he did one more snap of his hips, the bed frame broke underneath you two causing a loud noise to erupt from how hard it hit the floor. The poles attached to his bed fell in the opposite direction of you two. If someone were to walk in right now, they’ll see that it looks like a tornado hit his room with how broken the bed was. Yet that still didn’t stop him. He now had a great angle as he pounded your tired, wet cunt over and over with one knee propped up, so you were now fucking rapidly and properly. He felt your velvet walls sucking him in with your liquid coming out at the same time. You were perfect for his cock. Nanami’s cock was big, way too big for your pussy. He loved your pussy so much. He was too drunk on your pussy to understand that his bed broke.

“ My fucking slut, such an devilish little temptation you are, gonna breed this tight little pussy. Nghh! Hopefully that’ll get you to stop having these parties and fucking with those boy toys of yours…. Settle down and grow round and big with our child, how does that sound? Hmm.”, Nanami moaned as you were now creaming on his cock from how overstimulated you were.

Your brain was fogged and your words were slurred with drool hangin out your mouth as you answered him, well tried. Luckily he understood every word you said. “ Yesh—yess, I wan’ your babies. Ahnnn. Want to be full and bloated with your children, mmm mr. Nanami”

Nanami smirked in victory because now there were no more parties, boys, or loud music. Gotta love corrupting and breaking his pretty little neighbor.

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ﾟ•┈© all right reserved to salaciousdoll, she does not give permission to steal, plagiarize, and translate.

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[atrwriting]

future problems — coriolanus snow x fem!wife!reader

hi everyone :) jumping on the bandwagon

this man is so fine i couldn’t help myself. i hope everyone had an amazing holiday if they celebrate — i celebrate christmas, so here is my almost 10k word christmas gift to all of you xoxo love u all v much thank you for reading !!

as always, warnings: corio-lame-o is a fucking warning holy fuck, smuuuuut, arranged marriage (i think this counts?), coriolanus is a distrustful evil fuck (but he’s super hot), fem!reader, reader is married to this dickhead (i say as if i wouldn’t want to be lmao), angst, sexism and misogyny is def in here, p in v penetration, m receiving oral, choking, dom!corio, asshole!corio, sub!reader, subspace kinda

informal warnings: bro what the fuck was i on this is literally 10.2k words and i refuse to edit because im super lazy anyway we die like men you've been warned

anyways… here is future problems:

he never wanted to get married.

he saw it as a potential problem, one that would most definitely lead to loose ends — and he hated loose ends.

despised them.

however, his innate need to maintain an image was far more important to him. he weighed the costs and benefits in his head like an algorithm — check, check, check. coriolanus’ mind left no stone unturned, especially when future problems were to be squashed before they could ever be wiped from memory. in the end… he decided he would marry.

and it would be you.

he never allowed himself to be naive — so he would never allow himself to marry someone he already loved. lucy gray? a child’s want for something they can’t have, and something they wouldn’t realize until later that it was a walking regret. no — he could never marry someone that would harm him. absolutely not. out of the question. therefore, it had to be you.

it had to be you because what harm would you cause him? you were shy, quiet, of satisfactory social standing, and uncontroversial. everything a patriarch of the snow family would want. deserved. be entitled to.

he needed someone that wouldn’t be a problem — a loose end in the future. he had conquered so much — he refused to let anything else, especially as irrelevant as a significant other, stand in his way.

however… it did not aid him in his stone-cold lack of a love affair conquest that you were absolutely breathtaking.

at first, it was just an ego boost. he simply couldn’t stop his thoughts from voicing, of course she’s perfect. the snow legacy can only have perfect.

but then… oh, then…

then he saw your smile.

oh, your smile.

your fucking smile.

the first time he caught himself enjoying it — he scolded himself. he refused to see you for a week. a punishment of sorts. more so for him than for you. after, he refused to let his eyes wander on the pretty features of your face for him to witness a reaction to something someone had said or done. he didn’t want to be reminded of what it was like to experience joy or peace because someone else was experiencing it — that was what almost costed him everything he had built.

no one would ever tear that down. not again, not ever.

no one.

when the day of your marriage came, it was business as usual. he refused to meet eye contact, and did not partake in more conversations with you than he had to. he could tell you felt uncomfortable — but he forced himself not to care. he drove it down, down, down like a miner drilling for more coal — hoping, one day, it would be worth it.

and it was… until he was sick.

it was a minor ailment — nothing major, but he was on bedrest for about a week or two. he had employed enough adequate members to his staff to feel that things would at least be taken care of until then. he also found comfort in the fact that two weeks was not long enough for something irreversible to occur. if a problem had taken placed, he would be able to rectify it once he was well and able and… set aside the responsible party.

however, he did not expect one problem.

and that would be you.

he knew you were asking to see him. he knew, he knew, he knew, but he refused to let you in. you were not disrespectful — you had only asked once a day, which happened to be every day in the afternoon. he had picked you specifically because you were too quiet to be annoying. however, his own perfect, pristine, and proper plan had stabbed him in the back. he had never considered that the perfect, pristine, and proper wife would be this dutiful to him, checking in once a day on his condition and to speak with him. despite his illness, he laughed at himself — leave it to him to not expect the expected: the hand-selected dutiful wife would, in fact, be dutiful.

he had to put an end to it. he couldn’t keep saying no for another week. how was he expected to get better if you kept bothering him?

so he let you in. this once. just this once. he reasoned that if he let you in this once, you would be less persistent. just this once — and another problem would cease to plague his mind.

just this once, he chanted in his head. just this once.

he sat up straighter, and attempted to shape his hair so it wasn’t terribly unkept. he reasoned that if you saw him appearing to be healthy, you wouldn’t feel the need to come back. he thought —

but he couldn’t finish the thought.

because you walked in.

smelling like fucking lilacs.

lilacs, of all things. lilacs! not roses, not anything else — lilacs. he did not hate lilacs, but he despised the actual flower. only beautiful for so long before it died and the stench was intolerable. an inconvenience. a nuisance. a guaranteed future problem.

however, when you gifted him with a small smile — you realized why small shows of beauty were so valuable in this world. no one else saw your smile — except for those closest to you. people he hand selected to be around you to prevent future problems. he realized then — he had more control and ownership over your smile than either of you thought.

he was so stunned by your smile he didn’t even notice the tray of tea and cakes in your hand. you took a few steps towards him and he shifted in place.

“i brought your favorites,” you spoke softly. “i know you should rest — i just wanted to ask if there was anything i could do to make your recovery easier.”

“no, thank you,” he replied, voice raspy. “i should be well in a few days.”

you nodded and offered an uneasy smile. his eyes flickered over to how once you had set down the tray on his beside, you slowly wiped the palm of your hands down the front of your dress. your eyes were cast absentmindedly in front of you, on the wall — and he could tell something was plaguing your thoughts.

he then also realized there was a book on the tray, much to his dismay.

“someone had mentioned that this was your favorite author. this was published a few days ago,” you began. “i understand that you have been experiencing headaches, and may find it difficult to read… so i wanted to offer to read aloud for you, in case you found these walls dull.”

you smiled — it was an attempt at a joke. he smiled back, but only to be polite. “today i find myself wanting to sleep. i appreciate your offer.”

you smoothed your hands over your dress once more before nodding and forcing a smile. “i’ll leave you to it, then.”

you did not bid him farewell — and he found himself wondering if he was annoyed or grateful. you simply exited the room, and let the door shut softly behind you.

he scrunched his eyes at the door, swallowing hard.

however, he didn’t understand why.

he had wanted this. the perfect wife — knowing when to take a hint and frankly, fuck off. you had done that, perfectly well — so why was he pissed?

he then found himself glaring angrily at his favorite tea cakes. the swap of sugar for honey, another one of his favorites. his favorite author, a book he was excited to read when he was better. he knew that you hadn’t asked about him — he employed people with the requirement to let him know when you were asking questions. he knew your every outward thought and concern, and sometimes even the ones that weren’t shared aloud because they were so evident on your face.

and then he realized: you noticed things like he noticed things.

however, he knew why he went out of his way to notice things, but why did you?

his jaw clenched as he glared angrily at the wall in front of him. he picked up a tea cake and chewed it aggressively, swallowing it half-intact. he coughed at the barely there food, anger rising further to his flushed cheeks.

he needed to understand how, and he most certainly needed to understand why.

he never went out of his way to get to know you, because he thought he already did. he thought he had you boiled down to one thing, and one thing only: passive. incapable of proving to be any sort of roadblock that was capable of getting in his way. now that he knew you shared something with him, what else was shared? was there something he had to look out for? was there something he missed? was he wrong about you?!

he had to know. he had to.

to do that… he called you back that evening. it was two hours before midnight, and he knew you were awake. despite having separate chambers, he knew your daily schedule. you would be reading at this moment, and he would ask you to read for him.

as if on cue, he heard a soft rapping on the wood of the door. he beckoned you in, and you entered the room. you were clad in a night dress with a matching robe over it, all pink silk. this time, he returned your smile.

"i apologize for the late hour," he spoke. "i hope you had not retired for the night."

you shook your head, your tendrils of perfect hair shaking slightly. "i was reading. i am glad you sent for me — can i get you anything?"

"i was hoping the offer to read for me was still on the table," he rasped. "i find myself unable to sleep."

you blinked once, staring at him. in an instant, a small smile was threatening to overtake your face into a large one. you cast your eyes down to a blushing manner, but his eyes narrowed slightly on your face. what would you get out of reading for him? what we he not seeing? what did he miss?

"of course," you responded. "i have not had a chance to read anything by this author. i am glad i have the chance now."

why. why. why.

he did not show his discontent. he simply rested back against the pillows as you reached for the book on his bedside table. you sat down on a chair on his side, and you crossed your legs. he eyed the small portion of the exposed, soft skin of your legs and wondered if your new ploy would be to try and seduce him. however, you quickly covered your skin with the extra material over your robe and placed the book in your lap. once opened, you read for him.

he was not listening to what you were saying, but he was listening to how you said it. the tone, the enunciation, the pauses, and the speed. he wanted to find some clue as to why you had made it a point to be at his beck and call, and he wanted to see how long the act would last until it dropped.

the act would drop. it always did.

the hour would approach midnight before he found that he could not discern anything from how you were reading aloud. his plan did not yield the results intended, as you had not broken from fulfilling his task for two hours. two hours. you had not stopped out of boredom or exhaustion, nor to talk to him. you were poised, soft, and he hated to admit it... but sweet. he found your voice sweet, and he hated it.

and he fucking hated himself for it.

he needed this to end so he could plan further. out of necessity, he yawned. if you were to apt at picking up clues, then hopefully you would believe that he was finally tired. you had succeeded in his given task, and you were free to go.

but you had kept reading for him.

he grew angry.

when you had paused to breathe, he spoke up. "I think i am able to sleep now. thank you, sweetheart, for indulging me."

your eyeline raised with your eyebrows, almost out of surprise. you either were not expecting him to ask you to stop, or you did not want to stop. he wondered which, and if that would answer his ultimate question.

"my apologies, i should've inquired sooner," you replied. "he is a very talented writer... i found myself enjoying his perspective."

you grabbed a piece or scrap paper from his bedside table, and tucked it in between the pages where you left off.

"most people would fold the corner," he remarked, eyes drifting closed — a show.

you smiled. "i didn't want to ruin the integrity of your book. goodnight, coriolanus."

she left with another smile — and all he was left with was confusion, and rage.

the next morning, he found himself wanting to call you back in for a further rouse interview. he would have if he had a plan in place.

that was the second thing about you that annoyed him: you annoyed him to the point where he wanted to act without a plan in place. a loss of control —which he was highly against.

that would have to be righted immediately.

he spent the morning reading the pages that you had already read to brief himself as if he was listening last night. he reasoned with himself that the best course of action would be to ask you to read to him again to see if you had grown comfortable enough to let a few of your true colors slip.

they always slip.

the sudden task that was presented to him gave him a new bout of energy that he needed to inch closer to recovery. it gave him the push he needed to be closer to walking out of this room and continue to run panem, and he was lost grateful to you for giving it to him — almost. at the moment, you were a problem — and that needed to be corrected. immediately.

he found comfort in control, so he was very content with routines. he had grown accustomed to bracing himself for your check-in in the afternoon. however, it did not come until the approaching hours of the evening had almost descended upon the capitol. he waited, and waited, and waited — so long that he considered asking you to come for himself. the hour would approach dinnertime when you had finally asked about his well-being, and he sent for you.

how dare you ask so late in the day, as if you didn't care? he allowed you access to his life that he had denied you for so long, and you return his kindness with carelessness? this would not do. this most certainly would not do.

you had knocked on his door, and he had to stop himself from sounding to eager. he permitted you entry, and you entered with the same soft smile.

"good evening," you greeted.

"hello," he replied, voice still raspy from his sickness.

"I wanted to ask if you need anything," you announced.

he offered a small smile. "i enjoyed our time last night. perhaps you would read for me, again?"

your eyes fell to the floor in a blush. "of course. I was hoping to read more of the book eventually. i found it intriguing."

you sat down in the chair and pulled the book in your lap. as you were opening it, he spoke, "i thought when you had not checked-in in the early afternoon you found the book dull — afraid i would ask for you to read it for me again."

you shook your head as you smiled. "i like his writing very much — i was concerned as to whether i had prevented you from sleeping the night prior, and didn't want to disturb you further."

he swallowed. "why would you have disturbed me?"

your eyes glanced upwards from the pages to rest on his face. coriolanus stared back as slight concern washed over your features, making your lips part and your eyes widen. your tongue darted out from between your lips, and smoothed over the skin of your bottom lip. you responded, "before you fell ill, we hadn't spent much time together and i understand that is because of your position — but, to be frank, i wanted to respect your space.”

your answer perplexed coriolanus. he wanted to find out what type of person you were — and your answers were not yielding the expected results. there was no obvious form of manipulation in your words, which then worried him. were you smarter than he believed you to be? were you as cunning as him? more so?

so he went with what was natural: manipulation.

“i apologize my station has not granted us the freedom to get to know each other further,” he replied, holding your gaze. “it is a regret of mine.”

you smiled in an affirmative manner, like you didn’t believe him but accepted his answer anyway. this expression arose the same feelings he now detested your presence for: he acted without calculating his actions and the outcome they would produce.

“what troubles you?” he asked.

your lips parted and slightly quivered. you were not expecting him to ask.

“i-i was worried that i may not… please you,” you admitted. “that… you may regret our union.”

“you have been a kind and dutiful wife,” coriolanus spoke, eyes holding yours. “there is no regret.”

there was that affirmative smile again. he found himself hating it — wishing it would be replaced by the warm, soft one.

“i guess i was hoping that, when i was married, the marriage would be more than… a union.”

your candor shocked coriolanus. he would never have expected you to say something… so out of turn.

“please, forgive me,” you spoke, slightly laughing and waving your hand in the air. “the hour is almost late and i was hoping to read more. do you still wish me to?”

“please,” he answered and nodded.

you gave him a quick, thankful smile, and began reading.

this would be the second night coriolanus had not listened to a word you had said.

he had gotten his answer, and it was possibly as bad as the one he was actually afraid for.

you were good. pure, innocent, and your outlook on the world untainted. you were not striving to find a loose screw and let the empire fall. you wanted… to support the man who built and kept the empire together. it was worse than anything he could’ve ever imagined — you actually cared for him.

you cared for him, and now coriolanus snow was fucking terrified.

and yet... he had asked you to return to his chambers every night after that.

for research purposes, of course. only research purposes,

to read to him, but his goal was to learn more about you rather than the text.

you would sit there and read until he asked you to stop. when he did, you would close the book, smile at him, place it back on his nightstand, and bid him goodnight.

after, he would wrestle with the blankets and pillows in order to find out how to deal with this.

how had he not expected this?

his only fault was that he neglected to realize how far your shyness would go. you had grown comfortable with him — and you admitted that you wanted something more, something he always felt he could not give. you weren’t shy — you just weren’t open with people you weren’t comfortable with.

he should’ve known. he should’ve. fucking. known.

he didn’t know how to deal with this, if he was being honest with himself.

he told himself that he asked for you every evening to get to know you better, for his own sanity and safety; but then he began to realize he had found out everything he needed to know.

good and honest. how fucking unfortunate.

he saw a part of you, but now he needed to know more.

so what did he do? he sent you flowers. flowers. an arrangement of red roses and lilacs.

he hated himself for the lilacs.

he got somewhere with you when he had made the first move before — maybe this would yield more promising results.

however, it didn’t.

all he received in return was an extra tray of food that had arrived in the afternoon. his favorite tea cakes, and a handwritten thank-you note detailed in your appreciation for the beautiful flowers. you signed your name, and that was it.

she doesn’t make first moves, he thought. she responds to them.

he knew what he had to do.

he found himself feeling better that day — well enough to end his sick leave and return to his matters. dinner was approaching, and he sent for you to join him for a private dinner this evening.

he was washed, dressed, and coiffed within the hour.

he found you in the dining parlor waiting for him, inspecting his large bookcase. you were trying to reach a book a bit above where your height would allow, extending yourself onto your toes. coriolanus walked up behind you, towering over you, and retrieved the book for you.

you glanced up at him with wide eyes. “thank you, coriolanus.”

“what intrigued you?” he asked, grinning softly.

“first one i couldn’t reach. i was working my way up.” you smiled at him, and then the book. “please — you must be hungry. let us eat.”

you sat down at the table across from him. dinner manners were rather stiff and uncomfortable, but your upbringing that was similar to coriolanus’ prevented you from straying from them. you ate in silence for a few moments before you spoke.

“how do you like his new book?” you asked.

coriolanus cleared his throat. “i find it riveting. i wouldn’t have been able to read it for some time if it hadn’t been for you.”

you smiled at your plate, blushing. “his points are very interesting. i was never very interested in politics — so the insight of someone so heavily involved with them is very informative. do you find that your opinions align with his? or does he not share your perspective?”

he appreciated your willingness to engage with him about topics you weren’t very fond of. an underrated trait, not found very often — he had to admit.

“a bit of both,” he responded. “the one thing he does not discuss is how important it is to have a certain type of person or persons in your regime that allows the flow of success to continue.”

you nodded. “you have built a strong administration — i’m sure he would admire what you have to say.”

“what do you believe?” he asked. “about partnerships?”

you swallowed, contemplating your answer. “i think… a successful partnership is where everyone is complimented by another. for instance, someone is better at briefing documents rather than the presentation of them, and another is the opposite.”

“which one are you?” coriolanus inquired.

you paused once more, folding your lip under. he realized that was a sign you were uncomfortable — unaware of how to proceed. after a moment, you answered, “i feel the most confident under a strong leader. i prefer to be behind the scenes. minute details are easier to be taken care of that way. while you and i are different, i respect you for being the strong leader panem needed. i am sure the majority would agree with me.”

now was the time.

“it is easy to be strong when one’s wife makes sure they are well,” he replied, eyes resting on your face. “i hope you know i appreciate your willingness to accept change and make sure needs are met.”

you smiled at him once more, then turned back to your food.

damn, he thought. didnt bite.

“and for being the companion i… didn’t think i would come to enjoy the company of,” he added.

you glanced up at him then, astonishment written in your eyes as plain as the words on the paper you read for him every night. “may i ask you… a question?”

he nodded.

“did you believe you wouldn’t enjoy my company before, or after you had first met me?”

“i don’t understand.”

you swallowed, clearing your throat. “were you… wary of the idea of marriage, or wary of me?”

your gaze did not break from his. you were braver than he thought.

“marriage,” he answered honestly, hoping to witness your reaction.

there was the affirmative smile — the one he hated. “thank you for — for being honest.”

your eyes didn’t wait for a response. you turned back to your food, and left him dumbstruck.

“i hope i have not displeased you,” he stated.

“no, coriolanus,” you spoke. “if i am being honest… i was wary i would not be suitable for you. if i have not displeased you, then i am well.”

“but you stated you wanted more,” he countered, tone even.

“i hoped we would… spend time together,” you answered. “and we have.”

it was coriolanus’ turn to be at a loss for words. what would this admission relay? it only solidified what he was afraid of — you wanted a marriage filled of love, and he was not prepared for that. ever.

“the flowers were beautiful,” you spoke, interrupting his thoughts. “thank you for sending them.”

“your lilac perfume is a wonderful addition to the capitol,” he spoke, unsure where this had come from. “i wanted you to know that.”

you weren't supposed to say that you weren't supposed to tell the truth you weren't supposed

you smiled at him appreciatively, that accompanied a slight twinkle in your eye. you were quick to return to eating, but coriolanus couldn’t stop staring at your face. he realized then that was his new favorite smile.

there was a moment, a small moment, where he wondered whether it would be such a crime if he did allow himself to enjoy your company more than he had. in that moment, he couldn’t think of how it would go wrong. for that moment, you were a simple, low-maintenance, beautiful woman on the other side of the table with him that just liked spending time with him — and he enjoyed that you weren’t a problem. would it so bad if he entertained the idea?

he immediately cut himself off. of course it was a bad idea.

once dinner has finished, he had requested to walk you back your chambers. if time spent together was what kept you at bay, he could manage that. he most certainly could.

when the pair of you had approached the door, you stopped for a moment and paused reaching for the handle. you spoke, “would you… like to come in?”

“not tonight,” he rasped. he gave you a polite smile. “another time.”

he watched as you blinked your eyes a few times and your lips quivered. you didn’t meet his gaze, for it fell — in what appeared to be embarrassment.

oh.

you invited him in to… to…

that he had not expected.

before you had the chance to leave, he swooped down and grabbed your chin in his thumb and forefinger. he pressed his lips to yours ever so softly, holding it there. the moment your breath caught in your throat, there was a strange feeling inside his chest that made him feel like he’d like to quell your worries by catching you off guard another time. and another. and another. and another. he couldn’t have you feeling rejected, no — not when he didn’t want to reject you. he needed heirs, sure — but they could wait. he would contemplate how long later.

once he pulled back, you smiled. inside you were bursting, and you wanted to hurry behind a closed door so he could not see your reaction. he continued to hold your chin and gaze at your face. feeling brave, you looked him in the eye as you bid him goodnight and went into your room.

you left him standing outside your door, facing its wood paneling.

what was he to do?

he wanted to keep you as emotionally far away as possible to avoid anything like this occurring. he was prepared for people who had an ulterior motive… not a young woman who only wanted to be good to her husband.

the worst part was… not every part of him wanted him to keep you away.

would it be so bad, if he had actually courted you?

you were not anyone from his past, no. you were not irresponsible and impulsive, and you could be trusted to remain within a designated role and space. you were rarely outspoken — you never strayed from your cue cards, nor did you get smart in private. you never spoke out of turn, which coriolanus always knew — this was just the first time he was more turned on than he was just grateful.

he reasoned a reward was in order.

he found his knuckles wrapping on the door before he could stop himself.

the small movements inside your apartments stalled for a moment, pulled taut like a string in an instrument. he could picture you — standing still and silent, waiting for an explanation.

then he heard footsteps approaching the door before the door handle turned. when you opened the door, the first thing he saw was your eyes.

those big, beautiful eyes that looked at him with surprise — and the slightest bit of hope. coriolanus would most likely try to convince himself that he stayed completely still to exercise a form of control over you — but deep down, he would never be able to believe that completely.

however… when you reached out with your soft, delicate hand, and pulled at his own — it didn’t matter why he did it, because he won.

he shut the door behind him, keeping your gaze.

“i would be coy and ask if we could spend time together in a... different way than usual…” you began, sighing. “but up until this moment i was convinced we would never…”

coriolanus was in no mood to quell insecurities and anxieties. he understood that words could not compare to actions, and so he would do just that.

coriolanus stepped forward, and pressed his large hands against the sides of your face. for a split moment — you almost looked terrified. he usually relished in that look from others, but with you it only made him concerned — angry, even.

“i don’t know what it is about you.” his voice was shaky. it was the first moment in your entire marriage that coriolanus had shown even a shred of weakness. “you smile, you obey, you take my transgressions like they’re fucking sweets. why?! tell me!”

your big, round eyes were blown wide as your brow was knitted together. your lips were parted in an innocent manner, and it only fueled his anger. one of your hands came up to gently lay across the back of his. “coriolanus — have you ever considered that i just wanted to get to know you?”

his eyes searched yours like they were an important document and he couldn’t believe what bullshit he was reading. his lips pursed in a manner that suggested a sour taste, and you felt your joy slipping, slipping, and slipping.

“coriolanus — if you want to go, then go.” your voice was breaking. you knew he was a cool, hard man — but this? this? it was almost too much. “you don’t have to stay if you don’t —“

he couldn’t take your nonsense anymore. he shut you up with a kiss.

he smashed your lips together like it was the first thing he should’ve done when he walked back into the room. a squeal died in your throat at the contact, but coriolanus held you there and upright. both of your hands found the firmness of his chest for balance. when he pulled away — he barely did. he kept his lips an inch away from yours as little tuffs of air pushed past. he leaned his forehead against yours, almost bonding the two of you.

“my greatest displeasure will be making you regret this,” he rasped, eyes screwed shut.

your breathing began to hasten as you contemplated your next words. you began to stroke coriolanus’ hands with your thumbs, hoping to coax him. “you say that like it’s inevitable.”

“it is not far from,” he choked through anger and sadness.

you couldn’t help but stare back at him as he almost glared at you — but then you realized that wasn’t the case. he wasn’t glaring at you — he was glaring through you. whatever traumatized him, whatever made him so distrustful of the world around him and the people in it… you realized then that you represented all of that to him. you had to be different. you had to show him that you were different than all of that.

“i’ve trusted you,” you whispered, almost pleading. “i would like for you to try and trust me. please, coriolanus… i’ve never asked you for anything — just this once —“

coriolanus shook his head, dismissing you. “it’s corio.”

he slammed his lips to yours. his kiss was that of a fight; burning with every cut of anger, frustration, desperation, and sadness in his soul. you weren’t sure if he accounted for your inexperience, but you let him lead as you swallowed all of his suffering. you knew you may never be everything you wanted to be for him — but for this moment, or for whatever he would allow — you could be his escape, and he could be yours.

just this once, you both thought. just this once.

his hands were on both sides of your face, caging you in as you were at the mercy of his bittersweet affection. you tried to keep up with him, almost afraid that you wouldn’t be enough for him — but corio didn’t care. he couldn’t have cared less as he backed you into the foot of the bed. he didn’t stop kissing you as the back of your legs hit your soft mattress, and you were forced to sit down.

with his tongue tangling with yours, you managed to lift your hands to the top buttons of his shirt. he batted your hands away and went to work on his own buttons. you reached behind for your zipper to your dress and attempted to undue it.

corio then pushed your hands away with that too — ripping the zipper down its track and pushing the sleeves down your shoulders.

“corio —“ you gasped through the kiss, struggling to keep up with him.

he pulled away for a short moment, staring into your eyes. “i have denied myself being with you for so long — nothing is stopping me now.”

he held the glare, and you could only stare back at him in fright. however, that was when you realized that he had felt the same way, or at least similar — you both wanted each other, and had been scared to approach the other. your heart filled with warmth, threatening to explode, but all you could do was nod.

he seemed to calm down then, glancing down towards your lips where he prodded your bottom lip with the tip of his numb. “i have wondered for so long what it would be like to kiss my perfect wife — and now that i know, i don’t think i’ll ever give it up.”

you smiled at that. “can i tell you what i have been wondering?”

his eyes met yours once more, almost a warning. you didn’t falter, though. he replied, “yes?”

“i’ve wondered what it would be like to please you,” you spoke softly, a pink hue rising to your cheeks.

his flat look broke then, softening. a smirk greeted his features and you could see his confidence in himself rise. “my lovely wife wants to please me?”

“yes,” you spoke, holding your breath. “if you’ll let me.”

bright and striking, flames of mischief came to light in his irises. emotions of excitement and fear rose within you, and you weren’t sure which was stronger. all you could do was watch as your strong, powerful, larger than life husband stood over you, chin raised, looking down his nose at you, as he unbuckled his belt. his pants and briefs, once around his ankles, were discarded — but you didn’t see that. you couldn’t look away from his eyes — holding you, and your gaze, in place.

it was like you were an enemy he was testing. you didn’t know what he expected, let alone what would make him happy — but you hoped his expectations were slightly lower in light of your inexperience. you swallowed the hard rock of nervousness in your throat, stood up, and gestured for him to sit down on the edge of the bed. he raised an eyebrow at you, but complied. you sat down on your knees in between his, and waited patiently for direction.

“can you…” you began. “can you teach me?”

he smirked once more. “take me in your hand.”

you bent your head lower, and grabbed him by the base. he was hard and warm in your hand as you saw him trying to fight the twitching feeling in his limbs. his muscles were tight, afraid to show weakness. you grew uncomfortable — you didn’t want him weak, but you did want him to feel comfortable enough with you to enjoy a fucking blowjob.

holding his muscle upright, you stuck your tongue out and licked around the tip of his cock. he was salty, but smelled so masculine after a long day. his scent infiltrated all of your senses and had captured your attention. it made you hungry, greedy — so much so that you closed your lips around his cock and began to suck.

he jumped then. “teeth,” he spat.

you paled in embarrassment and fright — but didn’t allow your fear to show for long. you adjusted your tongue and lips — so that your top lip was folded under your top set, and your outstretched tongue covered your bottom set. hollowing out your cheeks, you took him into your mouth once more.

a low hum filled his chest.

you couldn’t see him, and could barely hear him — corio was being a selfish lover and not letting you know whether or not he was enjoying himself. he told you once before you were doing something wrong, so you tried to trust that he would tell you.

that was easier said than done, frankly. with your free hand, you reached up and began to massage his sack in the soft skin of your palm. the hum in his chest turned deeper and louder, and you felt his hips twitch once.

maybe it shouldn't have mattered that he wasn't vocal — but it wasn't like he was shy. you would not fault him for not doing something he didn't want to do, but it was like he was denying you that. if you were making him feel good, and he was fighting the volume of his moans — how fucking dare he deny you of that! there you were, constantly at his beck and call, and he couldn't even freely moan with you? you were obedient, quiet, grateful, everything he wanted — but this? this? too much. absolutely too much of an ask.

you had to do something.

"mr. president," you cooed, twisting your soft tongue around the tip of his cock. "you're awfully quiet above me."

he let out a laugh as he struggled to keep his composure. one of hands found the back of your head as his fingers struggled to tangle themselves in between your strands. they were tugging and pulling, but there was no strength in his grip. his grip — wouldn't catch. couldn't catch. corio, you husband — struggled day in and day out to keep the control in the capital and inside his castle. there was a part of you that believed he just needed to let go, let someone else be in control — but you were his pretty little wife after all. you had until death to try everything. losing control could wait, because tonight... tonight was about making corio the grateful one for once.

you let your loose grip run circles up and down the length of his cock. his shaft was wet and thick, begging the attention of the light from above so the skin was able to glisten. the tip of his cock, red and angry, almost neglected — never had you seen something so delicious, nor deserving of affection. your lips, swollen, wrapped themselves around the tip of his cock as you sucked. notes of salt and sweat mixed together on your tongue, and you hummed at the taste.

"taste sweet, mrs. snow?" you heard from above you. your eyes glanced up to find corio's eyes glazed over with pleasure. his eyelids were drooping over, and all you could think about how badly you wanted to make him close his eyes in bliss. your eyes watched his eyes, but his eyes watched the way your mouth sucked him in. "being so good for me. let your husband see what else you can do."

your ears perked in interest. you didn't know what he meant, but you were intrigued to see if he would teach you.

"please... show me what you like," you spoke, extending your neck as he lowered his face to yours.

"so eager to please..." he spoke, staring down at you in awe. his hand slid down for your scalp to cup your cheek. he looked into your eyes like he was studying you — searching for something surface level. a flaw, or something good... you weren't sure. "i suppose some would say i'm lucky."

you didn't like the sound of that... but you didn't let it show. you gave him a hint of a smile. "i don't think it matters what anyone else thinks. i think what matters is you telling me what you like... so you can decide if you're lucky or not."

he chuckled at that, but his laugh was reserved. always holding back, your husband. "you really want to be a good little wife for me... don't you?"

you fell into the strength behind the hand on your face and keened into his touch. his hand was warm against your skin. "please, corio... please let me."

he stood then, and your gaze raised with his body. you gazed up at him as he stared down at you. there his eyes went again — searching yours. he stood closer to you then, bending down slightly. "it would please me if, at any point, you told me to stop because of the pain. i don't want to hurt you." his voice was low and soft then, immediately striking you. "can i trust you to do that? hmm?"

"i'll tell you," you replied, nodding your head. "i promise."

"never break a promise you make to me," he warned.

you nodded your head once more, unsure how to proceed. he led you over to the side of the bed where he gestured for your to lie down. with the passing of time, you became more and more aware of how bare you both were in front of each other. you were ready to let down every fence of insecurity for the man before you... but there were still walls of his that threatened to come down. he was hot and cold every other moment, it seemed... and you weren’t even sure where to begin.

“husband,” you spoke, unsteadily, as he found his place between his legs. “you seem so… distrustful of me. what can i do? please, corio, i just want this moment to be special for us — for you.”

there his eyes went — searching yours again. it was like he was rereading a page in a book over and over, hoping to find the hidden message in the black and white scripture. his eyes, going back and forth, appeared to be looking over unclear smudges and scribbles as his lips began to purse. you almost said something — stopped him from withdrawing into himself, but he moved before you could.

he sat back against the pillows, which faced a mirror across your bed. you rose curiously, hoping that he would finally give you some direction. he simply took your hand in his, and gestured for you to come closer. “come,” he spoke.

in his lap, maybe? you thought curiously. you went to throw your leg over his, before he stopped you. with a furrowed brow, you watched as he adjusted you so your back laid against his chest.

“do as i say,” he whispered against your ear, sending shivers up and down your spine.

your eyes were cast to the side, his outline in your peripheral vision. you nodded, letting your lips fall apart. you felt one of his hands on the soft skin of your thigh, grazing upwards towards your hips. you almost let your eyes fall closed, hoping to lose yourself in the sensations, before corio stopped you.

with that same hand, he reached upwards and grasped your chin between his fingers. your eyes shot open as he moved your head to now face the mirror, and the pair of you in it.

shallow breaths were pushing past your lips as you stared into the mirror. your cheeks were flushed, your hair in a slight disarray, and your lips were swollen. with a flutter of your eyelashes, your gaze flickered towards corio’s reflection. your husband was always perfect — so even the slight persuasion from tidiness was a remarkable sight to you. his eyes were focused — unable to remain cool, calm, and collected as usual.

his eyes, you thought. his eyes will always tell me.

“you will watch,” corio spoke suddenly, voice hard. “you will keep your eyes on my hands. you stray, and i leave. understand?”

you nodded, looking into his eyes through the mirror.

he cocked an eyebrow.

“yes,” you spoke, almost breathless. “i understand.”

corio’s hand then found its way to your center. the tips of his finger tips, soft and hot, lightly drew a line up and down your slit. your eyes wouldn’t leave the mirror — focused on his fingertips. it was like your skin knew every correct button to tap, tap, tap. every part of you was so sensitive, so keen to his touch that you were embarrassed. you felt so pathetic against his chest, bent to his will — but you wouldn’t have had it any other way. the voice in your head was whining and hoping you would give in, just give in, let down your guard, give in, forget manners. you wanted to keep your composure as long as possible, but when corio’s middle finger found your clit…

oh… you were done for.

one of your hands immediately snapped up to find corio’s bicep and clutch onto whatever foundation he could give. you didn’t dare let your eyes meet his, even in the mirror — what if he stopped? what, huh? what then? when you were the closest you had been ever? you couldn’t allow yourself to be greedy, not when he was being oh, so selfless.

the circles he was drawing taunted your ability remain calm. he rolled your tiny clit underneath the weight of the tip of his finger and pressed down with every circle. it pushed, and pulled, and fucking pried at every fiber of your being. you could only force yourself up and back against corio, whining like a pathetic mess.

“running away from me, my sweet?” he whispered in your ear. “when i’m being so kind?”

his words bit at your ear, reminding you of your position in his world. your eyes were threatening to drift closed, hoping, praying, that corio would let you slip this once from your responsibilities. naive, you were, to believe that.

“remember our deal, wife,” he darkly cooed in your ear. “one request was all i had. i refuse to be denied it.”

“i know, i know…” you whined, rolling your hips with his hand. “it just feels so good, corio… i’ve never… no one’s ever…”

“i can tell you never knew how bad your body would crave it,” he spoke, nipping at your earlobe. “even your pussy obeys me, drenching my fingers. too sweet for this world, aren’t you?”

“just wanna be sweet for you, corio,” you whined as your vision began to blur.

the approaching orgasm was anything but a warm and fuzzy feeling around you. it was hot and jagged — making your muscles jerk, yet force your hips to roll into every movement of corio’s. the cloud over your brain felt like a warm haze of the finest whisky or tobacco the capital could offer. you were numb, drunk, and unable to process the world around you unless it was corio. his touch, his taste, his scent, his look, his orders… everything was setting you off and keeping you in place all at once. your body was hot to the touch, feverish as it tried to fight your sophistication and just fucking —

“that’s it, sweetheart. so focused on the mirror you can’t even find the strength to let go for me,” he spat, pressing a kiss to your cheek and breathing in your scent. “ride my hand like the good girl you are. you wanted to show me, remember?”

tears were brimming your eyes and blurring your vision. your teeth were gritted and bared for him. one of his hands came up to loosely grasp your throat as your hips began to spasm. it was so much, too much, so much —

“corio, please —“ you cried. “please let me look away. i can’t — i have to cry, i can’t —“

there was no softness in his movements against your aching clit. corio had now employed two fingers to dip into your core, collect your slick, and rub it along your sensitive bud in harsh circles. it sent your mind through a suffocating tube and gasping for air. you were begging, pleading — unsure what would happen if you were denied the ability to finish in peace. you began to cry in frustration and fear, so sensitive to the touch and his approval.

“corio…” you whimpered. “please, please let me…”

“do it,” he spat, holding your throat and kissing your face. “show your husband how fucking messy you can be for him.”

you grasped onto him and threw yourself back.

it was like a rollercoaster. twists and turns, yanking your body every which way. corio’s body rocked with yours as the sensations climbed and fit into every single one of your limbs. your lungs, burning, were screaming for air as you tried to fight for consciousness. the world was white, milky, foggy — unable to navigate, let alone exist in. all you could feel was corio’s body moving with yours and coaxing you through the most insane moment of your entire life.

tears fell down your face, and you struggled to conceal it. corio refused to let you hide from him. he bent his face low to yours and pressed the side of his face against the side of yours.

his breaths were heavy, similar to yours.

“corio…” you whimpered, almost whining.

“i know, sweetheart,” he cooed. “so good for me, weren’t you? asking so obediently and politely.”

you nodded, pressing your forehead against his. “i’m sorry that i was —“

“what’re you sorry for?” he demanded.

you clenched your jaw. “i was — i am — i’m worried i was too much — i was so — out of control —“

he shut you up with a kiss. coriolanus snow refused to allow you to continue, or else he knew he would be offended if he had let you finished.

“i wanted that,” he stated. “every bit of that. what, you don’t find it agonizing to be prim and fucking proper every day?”

you laughed uneasily, a bit spooked by his outburst of aggression. “i thought you — i thought that was what you wanted from me.”

he shook his head. “out there — it’s necessary. in here, when it’s only the two of us? don’t ever hide yourself from me. you must promise.”

you swallowed as your haze began to disappear. “only if you promise the same."

you saw his jaw pulse from the corner of your eye. “i promise.”

“i promise,” you returned.

you quickly reconnected your lips. you couldn't let the moment slip away. you needed to seize him while he was there — trusting you for the first time in your entire relationship. you found both of your hands on the side of his face and held him to you. corio fought for control, but you gave in immediately. the need for him to need you was stronger and more satisfying that anything else you could've experienced in that moment. you turned around, straddling his lap and pushing him down to the bed.

everything you were doing was improper: grabbing your husband, forcibly kissing him, sitting in his lap, pushing him down... you almost stopped. you almost gave into the insecurity and made friends with with meekness and shyness once more. however, you made a promise — and you intended to keep it.

"i want you inside me, corio," you whispered against his lips. "please, i want to feel you —"

"again, sweetheart?" he ripped himself from your lips to grunt out his teasing. "one taste, and you're addicted?"

you hummed approval against his lips, tangling your tongue with his. with one hand on the back of your head, holding your face to his, corio's other hand fished between the pair of you and grasped his leaking cock in his hand. the tip was red and swollen, aching for some stimulation or attention. he spread his precum over his tip and with a firm hand, corio slid his cock inside of you.

you arched your back away from corio. the feeling of him being fully sheathed inside of you bent your attention in every which was. both of your hands cradled the back of his head into your chest, where he found himself nestled between your breasts. his breaths were hot and heavy, moist against your skin. his swollen lips found one of your perky nipples and sucked it into his mouth, caving to his primal urges. coriolanus snow wanted every part of you for himself, and needed to place that claim on every part of your body. he wanted your thighs to shake and ache from being locked around him, your fingers to tremble from your hard grip, and he wanted your lips to be bruised from how hard he made you bite them. and, most of all, he wanted every loud moan to rip itself from your aching throat and fill the perfectly painted walls of this damned room.

he cursed you when you threw a hand over your mouth, and he immediately ripped it away. "don't you fucking dare," he spat.

you ignored him. he was your husband, and he was the scariest man you would ever meet, and yet you ignored him. most of all, your hips ignored him. they began to roll against his own the best they could for their inexperience. up, down, and grinding down was the best they could manage before corio grabbed you by the flesh of your hips and moved you to his liking. and when your mouth parted and a loud cry made your throat shake when he twisted your hips forward, he knew he found the spot.

"do not ever deny me what i am owed," he spat, fucking into that spot that wrapped a tight band around your abdomen. "i want to hear how good i am making you feel, and i will. i get to hear. those are mine. i am owed those."

again, you ignored him. what did he expect when your eyes began to roll back into your head and you began to match his pace? you were close, you were so, so close...

that was when corio grabbed you by the chin, refusing to let up his pace. his eyes were full of darkness, yet focus. like he had found his prey. you tried to focus, tried to give him the respect the deserved... but you couldn't. your mind was swimming, and your arching cunt was dripping down his length and onto the skin of his pelvis. you were lost. so fucking lost.

"yours, corio!" you whined. "all yours. only yours."

his voice was gruff against your lips as his thrust became rougher. "say it again."

your eyes began to drift closed as you leaned your head into the crook of his neck, rolling your hips against his. his cock had found its way to the most sensitive and purest part of you and ripped down every wall you had. you sobbed, "yours, corio. only yours."

corio threw you off of him and your back hit the bed. he was on top of you in an instant. he threw your legs up and pressed them against your chest. with your ankles on his shoulders, he pushed himself inside of you and began to relentlessly punish your perfect fucking pussy.

"mine, you got that?" he spat against your ear. "i have watched you, day after day, put on this fucking act! perfect and proper — but i made a proper whore out of the most desirable woman in the capital, didn't i? and now she's mine — forever warming my bed."

"forever, corio," you whined. your sobs were music to his ears, going straight to his cock. your cunt was raw from the friction and slick, unsure if corio should stop or keep going — but you didn't let him guess. "inside me, corio, please... want it to bad. been so good for you..."

his hand was around your throat and demanding your attention. "as if i'd waste a drop when every man in the capital would be able to see you round with my child. you want that wife? my seed, my child? you want to be fully claimed by me?"

"yes," you cried, tears falling down your cheeks. "give it to me, husband, please —"

corio reached down in between your hips and rubbed your clit with whatever energy he had left. his thrust were growing sloppy, but his movements against your swollen bud were worse. he was hissing in your ear as he continued the assault against you. your moans were loud as they escaped your lips and filled the room, setting corio's skin on fire. sweat dripped down from his brow and down his neck to mingle with yours as your second orgasm of the evening began to approach. it snapped the rubber band in your lower belly and you immediately sobbed into corio's neck. his hips continued to rut in you, forcing you down onto the bed as he swallowed all of your sobs for himself. your nails dug into his back and down his spine, hoping to rip parts from him that he had taken from you.

when corio came, you were in a stupor. cock drunk with your mouth hanging open, dazed. when corio came, one of his hands grabbed your messy pile of hair, wrenching at the roots. he pulled you to the side to suck on the sensitive skin of your neck as he pumped your cunt full of his cum. your walls were hot and sticky, full of him, but it only caused the most sickeningly warm feeling to spread throughout you. every primal need of yours was satisfied, and corio could see every bit of it on your face. the pride that welled within your husband... shameful. no man should be in possession of such an ego boost like making the prettiest, more desired woman in all of panem break from all bounds of social etiquette. you were warm, and wet, and craving every bit of his touch, so he couldn't deny you... not anymore. not when he felt the same. with each sob that left your mouth, he felt a kick in the pit of his stomach as his balls throbbed. never in his life had a woman ripped from him what he had taken from her, cheeks hot and muscles worn out.

he would regret it in the morning, maybe, but not now. no — not now.

"husband, forgive me, but..." you spoke. "my mind is a mess. i don't think i can read to you this evening."

corio rolled his eyes and laughed. "that good?"

you pressed a kiss to his lips as you hummed in approval. "never wait that long to bed your wife again."

he chuckled darkly. "watch it, sweetheart."

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love u guys sm sorry it was so long ty for reading love u love u love u

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[kakashiislut]

POV: you just got COVID (for the first time), but don’t care/now cured, because papa Neil posted.

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[gremlingottoosilly]

I met a guy in the Summer (dilf!Konig x fem!Reader)

Your boyfriend is an asshole. Luckily, his hot dad just returned from deployment. CW and Tags: Cheating, dub-con, size kink, daddy kink, age gap(reader in 20s, Konig is early 40s), Konig is a pervert, slightly obsessive Konig, love(and lust) at first sight, fingering, dom!Konig Word count: 3713 AO3

“Just one more game, babe, don’t be a buzzkill. I don’t want to end at a loss.” You didn’t want to be a buzzkill, of course. You simply wanted to be a good girlfriend, have some domestically cozy date, and for your boyfriend to at least try to put an effort into being with you. It wasn’t much to ask for, really. You hoped so, at least. You didn’t want to be an annoying, nagging girlfriend who only ever waits for another reason to yell at him, but your patience started to run thin. 

You spend the past three hours either listening to his apathetic rambling about the shows he watched – really, you wanted to invest in stuff he liked, but an abnormally large amount of animes he talked about had 1000-year-old girls who looked like they were 10, wearing inappropriate outfits, and you started to raise the alarm. 

You also watched him play – and also listened to his rage quitting and angry voice messages to his team that, honestly, made you slightly anxious. You never liked loud people, people who were so easy to rage about something as silly as some colorful video game with too many characters to look after. 

So, like a good girlfriend would – you wanted to be a good girlfriend, he was such a nice guy before you started dating, and you need something to think about besides the tremendous amount of study work you are doing for college – you decided to go and look for snacks. Maybe bring something for him as well. 

— I’ll find something to eat, alright? 

He didn’t respond at first, so you shook his shoulder. Your boyfriend took off his headphones with annoying look on his face, half-turning to look at you. You gulped, suddenly feeling like a child in front of the principal – not a feeling that you were supposed to feel around your partner, but with him, you somehow constantly felt like you were being judged. 

— Nah, stay here. I don’t want my father to see you. 

— Ah…your father is at home? 

You never heard anyone else being at the house – big house, you must admit, and it’s embarrassing almost how you never thought about his family. He lives with his dad, apparently, and the depth of your relationships can only be judged by the fact you literally didn’t know what his father’s name was. 

— Returned from his fucking deployment. He’d ask too many questions about you. 

— You didn’t tell him about me? 

Ah, now you’re hurt a little bit. You knew it wasn’t anything serious or too committed yet, but you intended to make this work. To try and fix all the problems you can without ending things abruptly. 

— He never asked. Not like he cares too much, but…

An apathetic dad, huh. 

You started to slowly piece together the puzzle that was your boyfriend’s horrible boyfriend skills. Now, you want to meet the man who conceived him and kick him in the nuts for creating such an unlovable human being who somehow captivated your chronically lonely heart. 

— If you don’t want me to come and meet him, I can go home. 

He doesn’t answer because his queue is finally coming to another match – you simply nod, knowing everything you need to. You can grab a little snack for yourself, fuck off to your dorm and rethink your life choices while your roommate is getting pounded by some gruss British bloke with an accent that makes your ears bleed. 

You have dignity, and right now, it has asked you to get some snacks from the kitchen. 

*** Now, the only thing König wanted after returning from deployment was to take as many hot showers as he could, shut his bastard of a son up, and get some delicious food waiting for him in the freezer. He was already home for a few days, but adjusting is always hard when you basically fucking hate living at your own house. Of-fucking-course, his son was watching the house while he was away – and now he can’t even think of a good excuse to set him off to his mother. Too old to do this, and split custody never really worked when not even one part of the relationship wanted to take care of the kid. 

König closes the door of the refrigerator – of course, his son took every good thing that he stashed for himself. With a groan, the colonel fights the urge to finally throw him out of the house – a thing he needed to do a few years ago, just when he celebrated his 18th, but some sentimental part of his heart instead promised to help with finding a place close to the college. No good deed goes unpunished. 

With a groan, he takes a few steps from the fridge – and then he almost stumbles across an angel. 

Scheisse

Now, König never thought of himself as a predator who prefers running after college girls who might as well be his daughters. He never thought of himself as a gut who liked them young – his wife, god forsake her name, was his age when they started dating, and he hardly had any sexual encounters with a person under 25 in the past few years. Well, not like he had any sexual encounters in the past years, but…

The thing is – he never thought he liked girls with wide eyes, pouty faces, and trembling hands who were holding a bag of his cookies that he carefully stashed away from his son. 

You are wearing something cute, a nice skirt and an adorable pink cardigan that looks so cozy and warm and soft, and he fights the urge to grab your skirt and simply lift it, You’re dressed up for a cute coffee date, and König has to double check if he isn’t dreaming and no one has decided to play a prank on him and send him a cute callgirl. 

— Oh! Sorry. It’s yours, isn’t it? 

You give him his cookies back – but not before your fingers fished another salty caramel goodness out of the bag, and you bit it. He looks at your teeth, at your lips, and glimpses of your tongue – god, he is an old, dirty bastard because even his baggy pants aren’t enough to hide his boner. You have no right to look this pretty for a man who hasn’t seen a woman in three months and hasn’t had sex in the past few years. 

You lick the crumbs from your fingers – it’s such a deliberate action that he can’t believe he actually sees it, and it’s not even something from porn he used to like. 

— Ja. You can have it. 

He would give you the code to his bank account if you asked for it. 

— Thank you, sir. I’m…well, I assume if Paul didn’t introduce me to you…I’m his girlfriend. Nice to meet you. 

You lick your lips and take a step back, pressed against the counter. He looks at the sway of your hips, a bit of crumbs on your shirt, and almost brushes it away with his hands. It would be a good excuse to touch your chest – but he can’t be like this, he has to keep his urges under control, or else his son will never forgive him. 

Yeah, like he needs a better reason to throw his useless son from his home. 

— Girlfriend? He never spoke about you. 

You look sad, and he immediately curses under his breath. For a moment, you look too fragile – too real. He can’t handle this look on a woman, especially as pretty and young as you are. You bat your eyelashes, even involuntarily, and he already prepares to give you the keys to his home just so you’d stop with such miserable expressions. He has a spare bedroom. 

He has his bedroom with a bed that would be enough for both of you. 

— Ah. Um. We’re…I guess we’re not at this stage yet. 

— Knowing him, you’ll never be, Schatz. 

You look at him immediately – you’re offended, angry, and sad at the same time. There is a certain stubbornness in your eyes that immediately makes him want to simply scoop you in his arms, lift you, and drag you straight to the altar – and here he thought that his impulses over getting married would be over after his first divorce. 

— What do you mean by this, sir? 

You look uncertain now, he can see this in your eyes – and really, knowing his asshole of a child, he is almost sure that Paul never once got you off, either physically or emotionally. 

Now, König never once considered himself to be a good man. He has killed countless people, overthrown many governments, and made shitty jobs for shitty people way more than saving hostages to help the good guys – and in the romantic field, it’s even worse. Wife, unsatisfied with his controlling tendencies and inability to feel normal love for a human being – and a son who hates him because, in fact, he never once wanted to have a kid. 

He looks at you and sees a pretty young thing, still in college or freshly out of, probably without a stable job and normal social standing – a good girl won’t be with his son if she isn’t stupid or extremely desperate for a relationship. 

The thing is, König is also extremely desperate for another warm body next to his, to feel a woman beside him, to love and obsess over someone – he looks at your pouty lips and shaky hands, at the way you bite the corner of your glossy mouth, and he almost wants to drop you on this very table and fuck you until you’re crying under him. He can’t do just that, of course. It would probably make you extremely uncomfortable and scared, but…well, quite frankly, his son doesn’t deserve you. 

König is. 

— I won’t sugarcoat it, Schatz. My son is a Scheiß Arschloch…fucking asshole, that is. I’m surprised he brought home someone as cute as you. 

You feel embarrassment collecting in your body. Paul’s dad is a…interesting man. 

Tall, broad, very muscular – even his baggy house clothes aren’t really concealing his extremely interesting physique from your eyes. He looks yummy and tasty, and you fight the urge to eye the bulge in his pants because you’re a good girl, you don’t look at your boyfriend’s dad like this. 

König has greying ginger hair, locks already curling slightly at the lack of cutting, and you fight the urge to sit on the counter and get your palm in his scalp, massage his head gently, and pull him closer for a kiss. You feel like a dirty, horrible woman – your boyfriend is in his room, probably enjoying his time on your “date” while you’re lusting over his father. 

Then again, this date already felt like a disaster. This relationship, too. 

— Paul isn’t all that bad, sir. 

“He at least has a nice dick,” you wanted to add but stopped yourself. Paul is tall and somewhat strong – if he weren’t sitting at his computer all day, you would call him even muscular. And he has a nice dick, yes, even though he had no idea how to use it. You liked the idea of laying with him, of spraying your jaw trying to fit all of this in your mouth, but his kinks and his sex skills being directly taken from porn…not really your thing. 

You look at König and wonder if they are similar in all of the places. He is his father, after all. 

König catches your gaze locked on his bulge and smirks. 

God, if he knew his son had such a cute girl, he would ask her to come earlier. He is two weeks off deployment and probably won’t take another long contract for a few months because they just upped his retirement payings, and he can afford to slack off a little bit, only visiting the home base for some training and instructions for rookies. 

He can afford to retire and never worry about money again – but he needs someone to make his days less boring, right? 

You look like a good candidate. 

— I’m sure my son was convincing, but I know him better than anyone. He doesn’t deserve you, Schatz. 

He is shitty at flirting, it’s not his forte – he can flaunt his money, maybe, show you in his wallet and bank account face first. He can just straight up ask you to be his sugar baby and suck his cock instead of doing your studies, but he can’t flirt and manipulate to save his life. Lying isn’t something he is good for, this is why his wife has left. 

— I…not sure we should be having this conversation here. 

You’re a good girl, and it’s infuriating. He knows that having someone in his bed shouldn’t be the end goal for his leave, but he wants you, and by the look on your face, you aren’t opposed to the idea. König doesn’t understand if he likes that you’re so reserved about it or if he wants you to be a bit more slutty – but he captures you in the space between the kitchen counter and presses you with his body. 

— You want to see the bedroom then?

Pushes you so close his knee gets between your legs – it might look involuntary like he didn’t exactly want for it to be placed here, but you aren’t dumb, you know what he wants from you. Like a good fucking girl, you’re too shy to give it to him right about now. God, sometimes he hates being so nice to people around him. 

— Sir, this is very…

He got you caged in his hands, body trapped in his embrace – you jerk your head upwards a little bit, staring at him like a small bird in the hands of a predator. He isn’t a strong man in regard of morals, he doesn’t see anything wrong with fucking his son’s girlfriend – if the girl is up to it. And if she isn’t…well, he better make sure she is. 

— What is it, Schatz? Paul won’t hear us in his headphones.

You know just how wrong it is, and you almost want to escape – his dick grinds on your pelvis through his pants, and you’re horrified to see how big it is. Excited too, of course, he is bigger than your boyfriend ever could be, and you don’t want to be a slut, but, oh well, not like you were in a committed and serious relationship anyway. 

Paul was seeing your friends more than you ever saw them – it’s probably a sign that you should settle for someone older. You did enjoy Lana Del Rey's songs, after all. 

— I don’t want to break his heart. 

— He doesn’t have one. 

You’re lost when he pushes his lips to kiss you over and over again – a surprisingly good kisser, and you give in because it was the first time in forever a kiss made you feel this good. His lips are sending electricity down your spine, you want to moan just from his knee, pushing on the softness of your cunt through that adorable skirt you liked so much – you feel so small like this, so tiny in his hands, you…

God, you feel like a slut, and you like it. 

Soon enough, you answered the kiss, your lips meeting his in a dance that made you feel hot, that made you feel like your boyfriend never could. Never thinking of yourself as someone who can fall so easily into the hands of an older man, now you know that he got you right where he wanted. 

You push your hand on his pants, trying to get the control back – but he stops you, a giant hand enveloping your wrist and pushing you back. With a surprise on your face, König just wants to kiss you all over. God, you’re adorable, and he knows that you deserve way more than being fucked on the rough kitchen counter while your so-called boyfriend is too busy dickriding his friends in some useless online game. 

— Not now, princess. You deserve better than being fucked on the kitchen counter, ja? It can come later. 

“Later” sounds like a promise, and you bite back your moan when he keeps pushing his knee against your cunt, making you throb and clench on nothing. He is such a gentleman, you can’t help but compare him to his son – and his fabulous ability to make you feel dirty after fucking you in the backseat of his car and tossing you to your dorm with your pussy still wet and messy after you didn’t cum. 

You sob, not from sadness, but from pleasure mixed with some weird, unnatural for you emotions – you feel weird, strained here like this, but you hug his neck and whisper something in his ear. Something, dangerously sounding just like “daddy, please” 

König is blushing, and he looks fucking adorable. 

— Daddy, ja? God, you’re dangerous, liebling. Going to get me in trouble with my son later. 

He laughs when he kisses you again, his hand slipping in your panties only to find them completely soaked – he knows you deserve a nice pillow and soft sheets under your body, and he pushes you up so you can hug his waist with your legs. You rely on him like a cute pet, and you’re so perfect in his hands he curses himself for not seeing you before. 

He is going to ruin you for anyone but him. Put so much cum in you, it will make your tummy bulge – make you his precious sugar baby, pay for your dumb college and make you move to his bedroom instead of some shitty dorm you probably share with four other people. 

He can be good for you – but he will ruin you for anyone else, anyone appropriate, every guy your age who clearly doesn’t know how to treat a lady right. 

— So wet for me…such a filthy thing, I didn’t know my son dated a whore. 

— N…not a whore, please…

He kisses you on your forehead, silently apologizing. You feel his crooked, scarred smile, and you push your face up to kiss him – you want to touch him so badly it makes you feel stupid. 

— Sorry, Schatzen. Not a whore, a good girl for her daddy, ja? So nice for me, too fucking young…

— W…we really shouldn’t… — Tshhh, don’t think about it. Thinking will only hurt your pretty dumb head. — I’m not…

— Quiet, little one. Let daddy handle everything.

He kisses you over and over, his fingers playing with your pussy – meaty digits digging in your hole, making you whimper from sudden intrusion. He is big, bigger than anyone else, just two of his fingers are enough to spread you as much as normal cock would, and even though you’re used to taking Paul’s size, you just know that his dad would be much, much bigger. He is going to split you open, and you will love every fucking second. 

It feels so wrong, you still aren’t sure if you want him to touch you like this. 

It feels so right, he is experienced and eager, pushing every button to make you squirm in his grasp. Your orgasm comes embarrassingly quick – maybe because you haven’t gotten off in ages, only miserable masturbation sessions and poor attempts at faking your orgasm made it feel real. Paul never cared enough to actually get you off – but now…

You aren’t ready for him. You squirm in his grasp when the pressure becomes too much, and he soothes you, two fingers still buried in your soaked cunt. You feel so dirty, so wrong right now – you are cumming on the fingers of your boyfriend’s absent father, and you love every second of it. 

Post-orgasm clarity makes you whiny and sobby, and you whimper in his shoulder when he gently lifts you in his hands. God, you’re adorable, and he knows that he just scrambled your brain with that orgasm – it’s good, really, he might just want to keep your pretty head nice and empty for him. Not like you would ever need to think in his presence, the colonel can handle everything in- and out- of bed. 

König holds you close, not allowing you to scramble away no matter how embarrassed you are. You are his precious thing, with a pouty face, and he will do everything in his power to make you squirm on his fingers again and again before he makes you his wife for good. 

So impulsive, maybe this is why his son is such an asshole – taking the worst traits of his father. 

— Don’t cry, Schatzen. You’re okay, it felt good, didn’t it? 

— W…we shouldn’t have. Shit. I’m sorry, it was a m…god, I need to tell Paul. 

— I’ll tell him. 

— No! — I will tell my asshole of a son that you’re my girl now, ja? And then I will take you to the bedroom, so we can fuck. 

— I need to return to my dorm. 

— And then I will dine you properly, okay? Sorry, Liebling, I know I should court you before all of this…but we can afford to go a bit off board, ja? 

He is smiling, so smitten and obsessed over just having you cum on his fingers once – you don’t have the heart to say no. Never did. You’re a good, proper girl, and Paul was never treating you right anyway. You feel dirty, yes, but somehow, it is almost right. 

He peppers your face with kisses, like a dog lapping its tongue all over your skin – you’re so concentrated on the warmth of his strong, seasoned body that you don’t even look in the direction of the doorway to the kitchen. 

Paul, however, looks straight at you, disheartened and shocked. 

— W…what the fuck, dad?! König laughs, kissing you once again – deep, hot, with tongue and loud, sloppy sounds of your mouth pressing into one another. You’re stuck in place, still caged in his arms like a precious little pet you are. 

— She’ll make a good step mom, ja? 

You don’t even register his hands slowly caressing your fingers as if he already tries to check the ring sizes. 

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