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loveydoveysortastuff · 2 months

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Feast Upon You...✨

Anon: How would Wanda react to someone hitting on her girlfriend? 🔞

Rating/Warnings: NSFW. Public sex, eating out, fingering, jealous Wanda. Pairing: Dom!Wanda MaximoffxSub!Reader Word Count: 1364

This is my first fic so please be nice! Comments and feedback are welcome :)

If you have a prompt, send me an ask! - Kara ✨🌛

✨Wanda would quite literally freeze on the spot.

✨Walking back from the bar with both of your drinks in her hand, when she spots the jerk putting his arm around your shoulders, she’d quite literally stop moving.

✨And glare directly at the man who is trying to put his moves onto you.

✨The glasses in her hand would creak and groan against her strong grip and Wanda (not so secretly) wills one of them to break, just so she can shove one of the sharp shards through his eye socket.

✨You let out an awkward laugh and try your best to create room in the already enclosed space of the booth.

✨It does little to make a gap between you both; his leering body chasing you, eager to keep you pressed to him.

✨Wanda catches the moment you heave at his smell: a grotesque combination of sweat and stale alcohol filling your nostrils.

✨When you finally glance at your girlfriend, your eyes are full of irritation.

✨That look alone makes Wanda move again; legs moving quickly as she strides towards the two of you.

✨The man doesn’t look from you when she clears her throat, in an attempt to be polite.

✨Or when she slams the two drinks on the table.

✨He barely flinches when Wanda says: “Hey, dickbag.”

✨Instead, he cosies up closer to you, reaching a finger to trace it down your jawbone.

✨And mercifully, that’s Wanda’s final straw.

✨Her eyes glow red and it illuminates the dark corner the three of you are in; and finally, that ominous glow catches his attention.

✨“Can I help you?”

✨You can pinpoint the exact second he registers that it’s Wanda Maximoff glowering down at him; not some random stranger.

✨He all but jerks, face paling like a mother’s face in her early weeks of pregnancy, and you can’t help but giggle at that.

✨“Not so cocky now are you?”

✨“I didn’t - "

✨ “Didn’t what? Believe my girlfriend when she said she was waiting for me? I suggest you move. Now.”

✨He falters and that alone makes Wanda’s anger spike.

✨The red consumes her eyes and clouds around her fingers; and the man, lets out a pathetic whimper before his body is thrown from Wanda’s seat and out of the double doors to the bar.

✨Wanda doesn’t even check to see if he’s okay, doesn’t give the blatant stares and whispers a second look, as she grabs you by the arm and all but drags you into the back.

✨Shoving you into the vacant (and mercifully very clean) disabled toilet.

✨Smashing her lips to yours seconds before the door can even fully shut. Wanda not caring if anyone sees.

✨It takes your breath away and you stumble backwards; feet tripping over themselves as Wanda completely takes charge of you, hands gripping the back of your neck so tightly it’s borderline painful.

✨"Who owns you?” She growls as your ass bumps into the small sink on the wall.

✨"You do, mommy.”

✨"Such a good girl for me, aren't you, prinzessin? My good girl."

✨"Yes, mommy. I'm yours. Always yours."

✨Her lips move down to your neck and she bares her teeth.

✨It drives Wanda wild, licking and nipping at your skin that is scented with the perfume you always wear.

✨Your head lulls back, eyes rolling shut, a happy sigh escaping your lips.

✨Wanda knows your neck is your weak point, knows that all she has to do it grab it with her hand or bite down with her teeth, are you're nothing but putty in her hands.

✨"Did he hurt you?" she asks.

✨Your brain falters and Wanda nips you, causing you to let out a pained gasp.

✨"I asked a question, baby. Answer it."

✨You force your brain to focus.

✨"I - no, he didn't, mommy."

✨"Are you sure, baby?" Wanda asks as she moves to the other side of your neck. "Waste of space, hitting on what's mine."

✨"I'm sure."

✨She hoists you with little to no warning, picking you up and settling you on the edge of the cupboard as her lips find your own again.

✨"I want to taste you." She tells you, fingers pulling up at your skirt. "And I want you to be loud. Let the whole bar hear you."

✨She goes to yank your panties down but only finds your soft skin instead.

✨Her eyebrow quirks up, a smile pulling at her lips.

✨"No panties this evening, hmm?"

✨You shake your head, blushing slightly.

✨"Naughty, naughty girl." Wanda murmurs. “I’ll have to think of a different trophy to take then, won’t I?”

✨She very slowly drops to her knees between your spread legs and you can feel how wet and needy your pussy is.

✨Wanda’s mouth waters and her tongue pokes out to lick her bottom lip.

✨”I was thinking about taking you to get ice cream after,” she says, planting a kiss on your left inner thigh. “But I think I’d much rather eat you for dessert - what do you think?”

✨And Wanda - your ever crafty girlfriend - waits until you open your mouth to reply before leaning forward and kissing you directly where you ache for her.

✨You let out a strangled sound, one that is on the verge of being just too loud.

✨She kisses you again, wet mouth pressing against your soft lips; doing so until your hands latch into her hair and you try to tug her where you need her the most.

✨Her tongue parts you, your taste filling Wanda’s mouth as she rises higher until she finds your puffy clit with ease; arms worming around your thighs to keep you in place.

✨Her lips close around it and she sucks your clit into her mouth.

✨”Oh fuck.”

✨There’s a dull thud as your head falls back.

✨Wanda’s eyes drift up to look at you and she smirks against you, seeing how your body is already tensing against the mirror behind. Your bottom lip is trapped between your teeth and your eyes are screwed shut.

✨”You’re soaked, darling.” Wanda says, slurping you greedily; a string of your wetness attached to her lips. “I bet I could slip three fingers into you so easily.”

✨She attacks your clit, tongue flicking at it with such a pace that it has you arching.

✨You hate that you’re already so worked up, hate that she edged you for two hours that morning because you refused to drink your water the day before.

✨But you love the stretch as she slowly pushes three of her fingers into you.

✨Love how you clench around her and almost pull her hair from her roots as she curls them just right into you.

✨”There you go, baby.” Wanda bites your thigh again.

✨When she moves her fingers and slams them back into you, her mouth finds your clit again and you moan, toes curling.

✨There is one thing you adore about Wanda, and it’s the use of her hands - no, her fingers. She’s a woman of many talents and her finger work is definitely in the top 3.

✨You’re chanting the word fuck, body coiled tight, and you both know your release is imminent.

✨”You have 5 seconds to cum.” Wanda orders, fingers working in and out of you quickly. “Otherwise I will edge you until next week.”

✨“Shit.”

✨It hits you when she gets to 3, a body trembling orgasm that tears through you violently and leaves you with trembling legs around Wanda’s head.

✨She slurps everything you have to offer, drinking it down as if she was a starving woman and you can’t help but grind your pussy down onto her face; desperate to chase that second high that is just tantalisingly out of reach.

✨And just when you think Wanda is going to grant you another release, she stops.

✨Pulling away and out of you as you let out a mewl of incoherent words.

✨"I’m taking you home and you will be cumming until I decide to stop, understood?”

✨You nod.

✨"My good little slut. Mine."

#wanda maximoff #fanfic #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda x you #x reader #reader insert #female reader #minors dni #no minors allowed

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noforkingclue · 1 month

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Hey there! I’m sorry to hear that your requests got deleted, but happy because I get to send another in (if that’s ok, of course) ☺️

I was wondering if you could do ‘back hugs and everything in between… ^ i'm talking the chin resting on the shoulder. trailing kisses from said shoulder allll the way to the back of their neck.’ with Tommy Shelby? The idea of it just makes me giddy!!

Thanks so much if you choose to! 🥰

Yeah, I'm still gutted that they all got deleted...

And please, feel free to send in as many requests as you want! I love receiving and writing them :D

I hope you enjoy the fic :D

Title: Diamonds

Prompt list: LINK

Peaky Blinds tag list: @stylesofloki, @ohshititsfenharel, lenaskyler02, @elenavampire21, @swordofawriter, @zablife, @cillmequick, @polishcrazyone, @nataliewalker93, @galactict3a

Thomas Shelby tag list: @alreadybroken-ts, @darlingdevil, lyrxbz, @watercolorskyy, @notyour-valentine, @neonpurplestars89-blog

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You adjusted the necklace and smiled at your reflection. You admired the necklace but the smile slowly slipped from your face. It truly was beautiful but you found yourself wondering if it really was for you. Were you the type of person to wear jewels like these? What did you do to deserve these?

“There you are. I was wondering where you were.”

You jumped at the sound of Tommy’s voice and looked at him in the mirror. He shut the door to your shared room and you reached behind you to take off the necklace.

“Just wondering which necklace to choose,” you said, “I don’t think this was it.”

Slowly Tommy approached you. He picked up the necklace and dangled it off of one finger.

“You should wear this one,” he said, “You looked beautiful in it.”

“You don’t think it’s too…” you trailed off and waved a hand, “flashy?”

“Hmm.”

Tommy tossed the necklace onto the dressing table as though it was worth nothing. You bit your lip as Tommy wrapped his arms around you and bent his head down. He pressed a kiss on your shoulder just at the junction of your neck.

“What’s wrong?” he asked

“Nothing.”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

He trailed kisses up your neck and you couldn’t help but squirm under his affection. You could see his smirk in the mirror and he pressed his lips against the back of your neck.

“I would like to hear the truth.” he said

“It’s just…”

“Yes?”

“What have I done for these,” you picked up the necklace again, “all these jewels.”

Tommy was silent. His blue eyes locking with yours in the reflection. Then he raised his hands and slowly trailing his fingers up and down your arms. You shuddered under the feather-light touch and Tommy shut his eyes and he pressed his forehead against the top of your head.

“Because I said so,” he said, “because you are my wife and you deserve everything.”

He raised his head and tilted yours back so you were looking at him directly. He brushed his thumb over your lips and pressed it against them. Instinctively you parted them and the corner of his lips twitched at the action. Then he let you go and took the necklace and clasped it around your neck. He lowered his head and rested it against your shoulder.

“We should go down to our guests,” he said, “unless you want them discussing where we are and what we are doing. I’m sure John and Arthur will have plenty of theories to entertain them while we are missing.”

He pressed another kiss against your neck and you let out a soft moan and leant back into him. Tommy’s hands snaked down to your waist and circled around it. He kept you firmly locked against him and he continued to press soft, tempting kisses against your neck.

“You’re making me wish we did have to entertain.” you muttered softly

“There’s always later,” Tommy said, his eyes darkening with desire, “just you and me in the bed. And you wearing nothing but your,” he dragged a finger across the necklace, “diamonds.”

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sissylittlefeather · 6 months

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Celebration prompt request. #14 I know this hurts. With E (Vegas elvis) and smut

Heyyyyy anon! I know these requests kinda got lost in the new series I started, but I haven't forgotten you! I hope you enjoy this 😉

Prompt: "I'm sorry; I know this hurts." with '69-'73 Vegas Elvis

For your 24th birthday, your friends decided to surprise you with tickets to see Elvis Presley in Vegas. They knew you were a huge fan. They also knew you'd never go by yourself, so they tagged along to make sure you'd take full advantage of the opportunity.

On the night of the show, you're decked out to the nines in your favorite mini dress and boots, makeup done just right. You're staring at yourself in the mirror, trying to make sure nothing is missing.

"Y/n, you look perfect, now let's GO!" Your friends practically drag you out of the hotel room. They know you'll be nervous, so they want to make sure you get there in time to get to your seats. What they didn't tell you is that they've bought tickets for the front row. When you get settled, you turn to them frantically.

"We're so close! What if he sees us?"

"That's the goal, sweetie!" They laugh and tap their drinks against yours.

After what feels like a lifetime, Elvis finally comes out on stage. Every ounce of nervousness leaves your body as he starts to sing. His voice has always been a comfort to you and hearing him sing in person is unlike anything you've ever experienced. You're completely hypnotized by his movements and the sound of his voice. So much so that you don't even notice when he comes out to the edge of the stage and looks directly at you.

That's when you realize your friends are gesturing wildly.

"Elvis, it's her birthday!" They point to you and beckon him to come over. You don't think much of it.

But then he does. He walks straight to you, pulling the red scarf from his neck. Your friends stand you up and push you to the stage. Your heart is pounding and you're not sure you'll be able to stay standing.

"Is it your birthday, honey?" Your hands are shaking and your voice seems to have disappeared, so you nod your head. He throws the scarf around your neck and pulls you in close to him.

"Happy birthday, darlin'." Just when you think you might pass out, he leans in and plants a kiss on your lips. Lightning shoots from your fingertips to your center and you swear someone has set off fireworks. He pulls back from the kiss and looks you in the eye. He seems to be shocked by something too and he does something you'd never expect. He leans in and kisses you again. When he finally pulls away, he turns back to you several times on his way back to the center of the stage.

Through the rest of the show, he can't seem to keep his eyes off of you. He does everything like normal, singing, walking around, and kissing fans, but you're the only one he kisses twice. Then, as the curtain comes down, he looks right at you again and winks, making your heart flip flop in your chest.

"Y/n did you see the way he looked at you?!"

"What a birthday present!" Your friends admire the scarf he gave you and gush over his interaction with you. As you're all chattering wildly about the show, a gentleman in a black suit taps you on the shoulder.

"Mr. Presley would like to see you."

"I'm sorry." You can't believe what you're hearing. "Did you say Elvis would like to see me?"

"Yes. Please come with me." You turn to your friends for help.

"I swear, y/n, if you don't go with him right now I will lose my mind. Go!"

"Yes! This is the best birthday ever! Go!" They usher you forward and you follow the man in the suit out of the showroom. He takes you to a private elevator where you ride in silence. You fiddle with the hem of your dress and try not to let your expectations be too high.

"It's your birthday?" The man asks.

"Mhmm."

"How old are you?"

"24." He smiles.

"He'll like that."

Just then the doors open and you follow the man to the living area of the penthouse.

"Have a seat. He'll be here shortly. Can I get you a drink?"

"Oh, um, bourbon on the rocks."

"Now there's a girl that knows what she wants." Elvis's smooth baritone penetrates the room as he enters from a side door. He still has on his white jumpsuit from the show with a towel around his neck. He takes your drink from the man and hands it to you as he approaches you. You knew he was tall, but standing in front of him like this makes you realize just how imposing of a figure he is. You take a big gulp from your drink and he gestures for you to sit down.

"Slow down, birthday girl. Don't need you passing out on me." He chuckles as you finish your drink.

"Sorry. I'm a little nervous."

"I have that effect on people sometimes."

"Thank you... for the scarf..."

"You're welcome, darlin'. Had to give you somethin' since it's your birthday. I'd like to give you somethin' else, if you want it."

"Yes, please." You'll take pretty much anything he's offering.

He puts his hand on the side of your face and leans in, pressing his lips to yours gently. You feel the sparks go off again and your heart rate picks up.

He pulls back and kisses you again. This time he pulls you in close to him and parts your lips with his, sliding his tongue into your mouth. The chemistry between you is undeniable and even he notices it. He pulls you around onto his lap straddling him and keeps kissing you deeply. When he reaches for the zipper on the back of your dress, though, you pull back.

"Wait. I'm... I've never..."

"Oh, honey, that's okay. Do you want to stop?" You think for a second.

"No." You dive back into the kiss and press yourself against him.

"I'll be gentle." He whispers in your ear as he kisses down your neck. He stands up with you still wrapped around him and carries you to his bedroom.

Laying you down on the big bed, he unzips your dress and slides it down your body and off.

"Darlin', you are somethin' else." He stares at you hungrily as you lay there in your bra and panties. Climbing on top of you, he puts his hands under your arms and scoots you back to the pillows, kissing down your body to your hips. Then he kisses back up and you arch your back so he can unclasp your bra. When your breasts are free, he sucks on each nipple gently and cups your breasts in his hands. He slides back down to your hips, where he carefully pulls your panties down your legs, dropping them on the floor. Then, he stands up and unzips his jumpsuit, letting it fall to the floor with your panties. Your eyes widen at the sight of his dick as it twitches. He touches himself for a second and then crawls back onto the bed. As he moves toward your center, he carefully opens your legs.

"If you ever want me to stop, baby, just tell me and I will."

You nod, but you can't imagine wanting him to stop. It's like this is exactly what you've been waiting for. He plants soft kisses on the insides of your thighs and runs his finger up your slit.

"Mmm, so wet already darlin'. I'm gonna take good care of ya." You whimper as he leans forward and presses his mouth to your clit. You've never experienced anything like this before and the sensation is almost overwhelming. When he slides one finger into you, you audibly gasp. He pulls back.

"Does that hurt?"

"No." You answer breathily.

"It feels good?"

"Yes." He smiles and goes back to licking over and around your clit, moving his finger in and out of you slowly. He adds a second finger and moans.

"God, baby, you're so tight." You can't respond though because you're too focused on the sensation building between your legs. All you can do is moan loudly. It's beginning to feel like you might explode and your chest is heaving as you try to keep breathing, moans and whimpers escaping your lips in turns.

"Come for me, darlin'. You're right on the edge. I can feel it. Just let go." As he says it, you finally do and waves of pleasure crash over your whole body. You grab the top of his hair and cry out.

"Oh fuck, Elvis, yes!"

"There she is." He smiles again and finishes running his tongue over you.

As he makes his way back up your body, he wipes his face with his hand. Then he kisses your chest and neck again, finally landing at your lips.

"Are you ready for me?"

"Yes, please."

He lines his cock up with your entrance and starts pushing slowly. You grimace a little.

"I'm sorry; I know it hurts."

"No, I'm okay." He keeps pushing slowly as you try to relax around him. You can feel yourself stretch to accommodate his size and it hurts a little, but it also feels incredibly good.

"Oh, shit." He groans as he fills you fully, your tightness driving him absolutely insane. "Are you okay? Can I?"

"Yes! Yes!" You moan again as he starts to pump in and out. You wrap your legs around him as he moves with more and more passion, slamming against you and peppering you with kisses. His hips meet yours over and over again as he watches your breasts bounce with his thrusts. He moves faster and faster, grunting as he pounds into you while you whimper.

Out of nowhere, he stops and rearranges your legs, so that your knees are pressed against his chest as he fucks you. The change in angle makes your fingertips tingle and your eyes roll back. He continues to slam into you, pinning you beneath him with his body. The pleasure is overwhelming again and you feel yourself rushing towards another orgasm.

"Oh, God, ELVIS!" You scream as you come again, the ecstasy crashing into you like a freight train, your legs shaking. A second later, he pulls out and pumps himself with his hand, coming hard on your stomach.

"Fuck, yes, baby." He shudders and rolls over on his back next to you, sweating and breathing heavily. "That was incredible." You don't respond, so he looks at you with genuine concern. "Are you okay?" You look at him and laugh.

"I've literally never been better." He smiles and cups your chin in his hand.

"Happy birthday, darlin'."

Ahem @ccab 😉 something tells me you'll like this one!

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asingleietsist · 8 months

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"A Green Queen" AU

Chapter IX

TW: Character Death

Bowser hobbled down the stairwell with Kamek trailing at his left side. His patience was low with the Prince, he'd been away from the castle longer than he expected and wanted to finish the preparations for Luigi's coronation. He hurried down the chamber and once the two had reached the bottom of the stairs were perplexed but what they could see.

Most of the hall was pitch black with a flickering blue flame coming from the end of it. Kamek nervously waved his wand to provide some light, but was stopped by Bowser's tail. The King had noticed, very briefly, in the light of the torch, but more importantly the Prince's expression.

Soulless and cold.

Khufo's low-lid sea stained eyes peered into the cell as he muttered something to himself. Something that Bowser couldn't quite hear.

"Keep an eye on that boy.." Bowser started walking forward, "I was told that there were intruders?"

The Prince's expression remained, which prompted him to ask again.

"O-Oh, yes!", He smiled. The light reentered Khufo's eyes, he glanced at the slightly lit King. "One of them looked like your husband, so I just thought maybe you'd like to take care of him yourself."

"What?! Kamek!"

"Yes, sire."

Kamek waved his wand again and shot a small orb of light into the final cell. In it, a shaken up Yoshi was curled up around a small cloaked individual wearing a dry bones mask.

"Bring them forward."

Kamek did as such, his magic dragged the body towards the bars. The sudden jolt caused the hood of the midnight cloak to flail back, revealing dark brown bangs. His face still covered by the crackled bones.

Bowser let out a low growl of displeasure as he recognized the human.

"What are you doing here!? Don't you have any shame in going back on what was agreed on?! Couldn't even wait a week to see you damn brother, huh?!"

No response.

Khufo watched as Bowser's frustration grew with each question. Kamek glanced over and noticed the grin on the Prince's face.

"What is wrong with-"

"You know... I was surprised when it was rumored you got tricked into marrying that... Thing.", Khufo began.

He stood up and gestured for Kamek to place the husk of Mario back to the yoshi.

Kamek looked up at Bowser, who nodded, which reassured him to do so. As he placed Mario down, the yoshi snuggled him in again, shaking.

"You always seemed to fail getting the Princess after all your efforts... It must've been hard to have to do what you did alone." He sighed staring directly at Mario. "Yet you married to one of the brothers, against your will. Ironic, isn't it?", Khufo noted. Slowly he stood up, his eyes flashed a slight purple tint once the amulet shook against his fur.

"What are you implying?!", Bowser growled. "No one said our love would be an easy one. She merely tricked me to get my attention.. Now I get to see her every month without the hassle."

Khufo grinned, "I mean no insult, your highness. I'm simply suggesting a better...solution.". Small streams of violet magic sifted through the sides of the amulet. The flow of it gathered into Khufo's eyes and as they did, the skull concealing Mario's head lifted it. Mario now glared at the Prince with the same purplish tint.

Kamek glanced at the cell then back at Khufo and flinched once he noticed.

"You have both brothers here now. One has let his guard down around you and the other...", his eyes trailed to Mario. "The other seems to be tired."

"Your offer is... tempting, but I-I'm married to-"

Khufo bit his lip furiously, his feathers ruffled and his tail began a low swish above the floor.

"Oh please, you and I know that's simply formalities... You've never had a problem taking what's yours. You don't have to use that excuse.", Khufo chuckled. "Oh great King Koopa, what you want is in your claws and all you have to do is grasp it. Mario has left the Mushroom Kingdom defenseless."

Kamek looked up at Bowser and his eyes narrowed seeing the King actually considering it. "S-Sire.. if I may."

Bowser nodded, his gaze never shifting from the cell.

"Would it really be YOUR win if you hadn't actually successfully defeated Mario yourself? W-We would be breaking your honor..."

"Honor?...", Bowser repeated. He desperately wanted to do so, it was what he built his entire life around.

'It has never been this easy..'

"What are you asking for in return?"

Khufo blinked in surprise, "Nothing, I simply want to see an ally of mine get what he wants. I know my father would've wanted this."

Kamek chimed in, "Your father wouldn't have done THIS. "

Khufo rolled his eyes, "He was a bit too tenderhearted..".

Bowser sighed, "Fine."

"Your Highness?!"

"Excellent!"

"I'm taking what's mine, Kamek. The children need a mother and... I've been patient.."

Luigi blinked his eyes open to a dimly lit room. He yawned and rubbed his eyes, looking around for the bathroom. He felt his forehead as he sat up and smiled a bit not feeling a surging headache.

He swung the cover off of himself and got off the bed. Once his foot touched the floor, he hissed a bit from the cold stone, but pressed on.

Despite the cold, his heart felt warmth remembering how gently Bowser had cared for him. He was still surprised that he'd listened, but was a bit more at ease with seeing the effort Bowser was going through to control his temper.

He searched, as good as his eyes could see, for the bathroom, but it seemed as if there wasn't any in his room. He gulped as his attention turned towards the large doors, knowing he'd have to leave to find one.

Opening them, he stepped out into the hall once the coast was clear and slowly made his way down them. He heard the rumbling of some clouds nearby and shook as a flash of lightning flooded the hallways.

'This feels familiar...'

He chuckled a bit, trying to shake the feeling, and keep his spirits up.

With every step, he carefully looked around, almost fearful of what would jump out at him. As he got closer to the end of a hall, he noticed the rain pouring out onto the palace. Leaves were fluttering, dancing in the wind and lightning shot quickly in the distance shortly after the thunder boomed.

A large silhouette appeared, silently at the other end of the hall.

Luigi turned around and flinched, but his fear faded once he saw the familiar face.

"Bowser!", He beamed. "O-Oh, um. I couldn't find a bathroom and I wanted to check out the storm happening outside. I didn't mean to leave.. W-Well I did, but I meant if it seems like I did then, then I didn't? Hehe..."

Bowser rumbled lowly, his brows furrowed and his eyes were closed as he fought his conscience.

His claw reached behind his back, pulling something off of his shell. He took up the item and tossed it towards Luigi.

The body tumbled and flailed before landing at Luigi's feet.

"Mario..?"

Horror shot through his body as he looked up at Bowser. His knees fell to the ground as he scrambled towards his brother's body and pulled his head to his chest.

"Please, please wake up! What have you-"

He didn't even see Bowser move, yet his claw was somehow covering his lips.

Bowser lowered his jaw down to Luigi's ear, so much so that he could feel the shakiness in his breath once he spoke. "We need to go. The Prince isn't as sane as you thought. He wants me to-"

The King paused as he looked down only to be met with Luigi's rage. His eyes glowed with fury.

With the tears that built in his eyes, Luigi he bit down on Bowser's claw to free his mouth.

"ARGH! LOOK-", he began as he rubbed the bitten finger. "You can yell at me all you want later, but we need to-"

Another flash of light and adherent rumble interrupted him.

"Bowser~ My father's DEAR friend. You've finally caught him."

The thunder rumbled again, however the strikes were inched closer. The time between each rumble shortened.

"You have them where you want them, so do it. Kill them!", Khufo cackled.

Luigi panicked as his attention turned to Bowser whose back was turned to him.

"......What? What is he talking about? You just told me he-"

"You'll get the Princess, a strong, united kingdom. Nothing would ever stand in your way again once they're gone. Isn't that what you planned!", Khufo continued.

Bowser stood still and avoided Luigi's eyes, the moment Luigi noticed his hesitation he started to breathe heavily, angrily.

'He... he's really going to do it..'

'I WARNED YOU'

'No...'

Luigi hoisted his brother up onto his back quickly and took a deep breath before he challenged all his energy to his hands to hold his brother steady.

The thunder rumbled...

And the lightning....

Daisy blinked her eyes open, a light ringing present in her head as she felt the light pattern of rain hitting her face.

The yoshi licked her cheek before it turned its attention towards the large hole at the side of the palace. Bits of the stone and sand solidified to glass and char. As she stood up, another rumble knocked her off balance causing her to hold onto the yoshi's saddle.

Peering out, a stray purple light shot from floors above them and into the palace fountain below. A shrill roar echoed into the sky followed by a crackle of lightning, and the patterned stomping feet of troops heading towards the destruction.

As she made her way to the edge, she could see the dismay of the Koopa Troopa below. A few dropped their spears, while others kneeled in fear and sorrow. She'd never seen them cry before.

She climbed onto the yoshi and as they floated down to some rubble to hide, as she looked over to the pile of debris, she covered her mouth.

Kamek stepped forward behind Luigi, whose eyes still glowed with a soft, conflicted fury. Below them was Bowser's sprawled body.

It laid under some rubble and as Daisy looked closer she could see pieces of his shell fragmented further below in the sand and stone. It almost looked like it was green glass created from the sand.

Spotty went over to join the troops and as they saw the mess, they gasped.

The soldiers exchanged looks at one another and before they could say anything, Spotty yelled out in the rain. "ALL HAIL, QUEEN LUIGI!"

It echoed in the rain for a bit and the troops repeated their words once before a light hum fell on the army.

The soldiers began to bow and chanted:

"Ashes and Stone. Ashes and Stone. For today, a King has fallen."

They began to take up the body, still chanting after they removed some rubble and picked up as many shell pieces as they could find.

"The Stone was sturdy, but the Sun scorched his scales and now his Ashes remain dormant."

A few soldiers cried as the collected what they could. A few more were called over to get the body to the ship and help slow the bleeding.

"His enemies shall tremble in the roar of his name, one carved in the Stone and one that is sung from the Ashes of his grave."

Luigi watched as they carried him off, his hands clenched tightly to his brother's shorts as he trembled.

Kamek looked taken aback, "Your majes-... Your Highness, w-we should regroup.. the ship is ready to depart..."

"ASHES AND STONE, ASHES AND STONE. FOR TODAY KING BOWSER HAS RISEN!"

Luigi turned to Kamek slowly and tiredly, "Ok..".

He looked down at the remaining troops, who were waiting for his verdict. Spotty smiled proudly as they waited.

"I-I...", He began. "I...."

'I can't do this.'

Kamek saw his distress and stepped up beside him, "Don't worry, I'm right here.."

Luigi nodded solemnly. "Tonight, Bowser has...", He choked up. "His condition is dire. I know, I-I'm not the ruler you wanted... Nor am I half as much of a leader as he..was... But from here on out, I stand before you as your Queen. Whether the King chose me or not, I will make sure his legacy...li.."

Luigi couldn't keep the tears in, they streamed down his face in anguish.

'That idiot...'

The Koopas kneeled down and began to hum lowly, but in unison, as they grieved with their Queen.

Kamek hummed the melody, and placed a claw on Luigi's shoulder.

"Ashes and Stone. Those are the two things the Koopa have built their morals on. With Ashes, they provide life to the Darklands and despite how dim they look are a sign that the land that was scorched is healing. The Stone can hold those ashes.. it is strong, it is sturdy... Even with its cracks, as long as there are many, no fortress is easily broken."

Luigi took a minute to collect himself. All he could utter were a few words.

"I'm so sorry... I'm so...so sorry..", he cried.

Luigi had passed by the infirmary once or twice but was denied access inside by the healers

As he walked down the hall, a ring of guards followed him around, keeping pace with his every step.

"We'll be arriving to the Mushroom Kingdom shortly, your highness."

"......Alright."

"Your brother has recovered well, but hasn't spoken a word to the healers or his aid."

"I don't expect him to...Where is Kamek?"

"He is waiting for your approval at the airships. He wants to go with some Shy guys to tell the children the news-"

Luigi paused. "He..". Luigi hurried to the docking levels and saw Kamek orchestrating a ship to leave. "You can't!"

Kamek looked at him, sorrow filled his eyes. "We've discussed this.."

"And I still say we shouldn't! Not until I-"

Kamek turned to the guards and motioned for everyone to leave.

As the door shut behind them, he took off his glasses to reveal tears that swelled in his eyes.

"It wasn't your fault, but we can't keep it from them forever."

"I need more time, please!"

"Your Highness, the news will spread once the Empire regains its forces and we'll be vulnerable.", He cried. "I understand you need time, but with every second we don't regroup and tighten our ranks, the more we-"

Luigi took his claw and held it tight, "Please... I need just a day.."

Kamek sighed then turned towards the balcony. "Yes, your highness.."

Luigi beamed slightly and gave Kamek a tight hug. ".... I want them to know... I really do, but I don't even know where to begin with telling them about ALL of it."

Kamek patted his back, "I know...". He moved slowly out of the hug and cleared his throat. "Now, do you remember what he said to you?"

Luigi nodded, "The Prince wasn't who we thought...?"

Kamek smiled nervously letting out a heartbroken chuckle, "He was never the best with words. I guess that was my fault in the end.. And then what happened?"

"The Prince showed up and said that my brother and I were supposed to be killed.. by him. I couldn't think straight after that... I didn't mean... Every time I thought he was better... If I had listened to him, he wouldn't be-"

"The King knew it wouldn't be something you'd take lightly." Kamek sighed, "He wasn't going to go through with it.. He told the Prince that it would be entertaining to see your reaction to your brother's..."state" and took him to get him out of the cell. Once we made our way out of the prisons, he ordered me to get the troops and ship ready for a swift departure."

Luigi blinked, "So then I wrongfully kil-..."

Kamek looked at him, "No, no... You didn't, your highness please.. j-just let me finish."

Luigi nodded as he choked back tears, his eyes still swollen from the previous night.

"He was going to collect you quietly from your bed, since he presumed you'd still be asleep. It was supposed to be a quick getaway, so we could figure out later what to do about the Prince.... predicament.", He said. "I had noticed something wasn't right after watching the lightning's patterns shift from sporadic to uniformed. It seemed like something... Or...someone, was charging each strike to aim towards the palace. Before I could stop it with my own spell, seeing as it was getting closer to your room, it struck... I-I thought it was the Prince, but his powers, at least from what I know about his father's... Never harnessed electrical assistance."

Luigi looked at his hands, "I...I thought."

'No...'

Bowser turned as he saw a shot of magic heading towards Luigi and quickly took the hit with his shell. Khufo laughed, "Really?! After having the odds in your favor?! You still want him? Do you realize the opportunity you're missing out on! SHE'LL be yours! You'll finally be happy!"

Bowser ignored his jeering and pressured remarks. He moved Luigi from his chest only to see his eyes filled with tears. He ignored it and yelled "YOU NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE! HE-"

"WHAT IS HE TALKING ABOUT?!"

"I SAID I'LL EXPLAIN AFTER-"

"NO, YOU CAN'T KEEP DOING SAYING SHIT AND JUST EXPECT ME TO JUST-

"Look I'm SORRY, ok?! I know it's a lot to believe in me right now but I PROMISE, this time I need you to leave!"

Luigi stepped back from him as his eyes gleaned, another flash of lightning crackled, "No. Were NOT doing this again. I'M not doing this again! BOWSER MY BROTHER IS DYING AND YOU WANT ME TO TRUST YOU?!"

Another flash erupted, closer than the last.

Khufo grinned from their bickering. He clawed opened his amulet, the aloe vera emblem wilted entirely on the brassy coating. The magic festered into his body as he unsheathed his claws. His fur prickled and relished the powerful feeling that coarse through his veins. It began to glow a luminescent violet, pulsing with his heartbeat, a distorted cackle left his lips as his hypnotic eyes focused on the three in front of him.

"You silly turtle."

Bowser heard the laughter and frantically glanced back at the Prince before he looked towards the sky then back at Luigi. He knew that the small plumber wouldn't listen to reason, as upsetting as his chest knew it was, his conscience cleared as the rumbling started slowly above them.

"Luigi... Please, calm down.".

As he started to explain, Luigi couldn't hear the words that came next. It was too much for him to take in.

All he could register and replay was that Bowser had flung his paralyzed brother at his feet, mocked and schemed against him with the Prince and to finish it off he had the gall to stand before him and give a half assed apology.

'How could he stand in front of him pleading for him to understand.'

The final strike of lightning flashed as fast as his last thought. All of its charged branches struck the side of the palace as Luigi was about to yell.

In the same second, the Prince lifted up and shot his body forward towards the two, aiming for Luigi, but collided with Bowser as stood in front of him again, taking the full force of the attack.

Right through the Koopa's body.

With the last of his strength, Bowser pushed Luigi and his brother to the side as the wall collapsed above him.

Once the smoke had cleared, Luigi sat there stunned, right next to Mario's shivering body.

Kamek gave a weak smile, "I can see his passing is weighing on you, I know you didn't mean to strike him, but....", he paused.

'Tell him the truth.'

"We will drop your brother off at the Mushroom Kingdom like you asked... but we will need you to say your goodbyes.."

"What?.. But I thought I wouldn't..."

"You're not the first queen to have their husband killed.. accidentally or not. The powers you have were out of control and you weren't aware of them. Junior is still too young to rule and as much as I would like for Roy to be appointed, he isn't of royal blood.", Kamek took a deep breath. "You are now our Queen..."

'TELL HIM!'

Luigi's eyes widened as he tried to take in the information, "..I-I need to check on my brother..".

'Coward...'

As he rushed out of the balcony, he was met with the ring of guards that began to follow him closely.

His head spun as the events rolled around in his mind and he needed to distract himself and clear them out. Just for a moment.

Kamek shook his head then looked out at the stars and started to hum in grief.

#a green queen au #a green queen bowuigi fanfic #bowuigi fanfiction #super mario bowser #bowuigi #luigi #bowser #bowser x luigi

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yenqa · 1 year

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see you soon! 500 event

pairing : jay x gn!reader

prompts : 1 of list two - they're drunk and you're carrying them to their room, when they unexpectedly say how much they love you, causing you to drop them on the floor

warnings : mentions of kidnapping (no actual kidnapping), jay is drunk, reader is called pretty,

wc : 0.56k

a/n : ok so idk how i feel abt this sorry bae 😥😥 @imhuh also plz tell me if there are any mistakes 🫶🫶

“is this y/n?”

you had picked up the phone noticng it was a call from jay, so why was jake answering the phone?

“yeah this is y/n? where is jay?” your concern grows when silence comes from the phone.

“uh- he’s drunk, we’re at the angel bar, can you pick him up please?”

you smile to yourself at his comment, answering, “yeah, i’ll be there in ten.”

an audible sigh of relief is heard through the phone, “thank you so much y/n-“

he’s quickly cut off when another voice speaks.

“izz that y/n?” the voice, which you recognize as jay, is slurred and slow, indicating to you he’s more drunk than you thought.

“yes it is,” you chuckle softly, he continues to talk until you’re turning into the parking lot.

you step out the car seeing jake, sunghoon and jay. waiting near the entrance.

you wave at them to see only jake and sunghoon wave back, jay seemed to be staring at the street lights above hin.

“look who’s here jay!” sunghoon teasingly states, jay whips his head up to see you, he smiles at you.

“my car is over there,” you point, “can you guys help me carry him there?” you plead, looking at their faces.

they both sigh, slowly walking him to the car as he blabbers his mouth off.

“hey- did you know that the mona lisa-“

“has no eyebrows, yes we do jay.” jake responds, you laugh at his response, opening the car door for them.

once they had managed to get jay in the car, they had immediately left you, since they still wanted to drink.

you start the engine as you see jay, staring off in your direction. you wave directly at him, causing him to jump before slouching back down.

“hey- where are we going? you’re not kidnapping me are you? because i don't think my y/n would be happy with that.” he chatters endlessly.

my y/n?? your heart suddenly picks up speed as you look over to see him still looking in your direction. his eyebrows furrow, “hey are you going to answer me? who-“

“jay, this is y/n.”

his eyes soften, frown now turning in to smile as he grabs your arm, leaning on it.

the car ride turns to silence as you pull into his apartment, parking in the garage and getting out.

suprisingly, jay only had to lean half his weight on you.

you two limp to the elevator before getting in, leaning on the wall as you press the button.

the elevator was filled with jay blabbering nonsense, and it didn’t stop when you got the the hall.

“y/n! did you know that-“

“jay shh! people are sleeping!”

he lowers his voice slightly, “hey y/n?”

“yes jay?” you answer, your voice much quieter than his.

“you’re really pretty, ya know? also i love your voice, wait not just your voice, I love you.”

all that was heard was the dropping sound of jay’s body, as you stood in shock.

“i still love you even after you dropped me,” he dazedly smiles at you, as you barely manage to pull him up, dragging him to his apartment.

once you had placed him on his bed, you’d had got up to get him water, instead his arm captures yours, making you sit back down on the bed.

“can you stay? please?”

“sure, let me get you water first okay?”

he waves at you excitedly, “okay, see you soon!”

yenqa © please do not copy, steal or translate.

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ayyy-pee · 9 months

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leeexxiiiii that kiss post is so cute!

You already know who I want 🤭 Gojo + 41 and 48 please

hehehe isn't it!!! the prompts are so fun!

you know i got you bb. but he's kind of a dick here

41. Kisses done in secret

48. Kisses that make them wonder

When Satoru began calling you on random nights asking if he could come over at 2am, you don't think anything of it. He's drunk, he sleeps, he wakes up in the morning and you have breakfast together - that's it. He's your friend, nothing more. Nothing more, you have to remind yourself, even as your heart pounds behind your ribcage watching him shovel waffles into his mouth.

When Satoru invites you out to the bar with him, Suguru and Shoko, you don't think anything of it. You're all drinking, having a good time, laughing hysterically as you joke. They're your friends, nothing more. It's not like you've always wanted to be friends with them all, to feel included in their circle, to feel closer to Satoru.

When Satoru walks you home from the bar to make sure you get there safely, you don't think anything of it. He's your friend. You're sure Suguru would do the same for you. You're not sure you would've accepted the gesture from him. But this is Satoru, of course you'd say yes.

When Satoru flirts with you in the lounge at school for the first time, you're a little taken aback. But you try to brush it off, try to ignore the heat racing to your cheeks. He's just a charismatic person. You're just reading his signals wrong.

When Satoru sits with you in the courtyard on the bench, slinging his long arm around your shoulder and chatting idly, you try not to give it too much thought. You don't even flinch when his fingers drag along your arm as he talks. Even though your heart is trying to crawl out of your mouth through your throat.

And then the touch is gone just as quickly when you hear a familiar voice call you to you. It's just Suguru.

They chat for a bit before Satoru stands to leave with him. But not before whispering, "I need to talk to you about something. Can I come over later?"

You nod quickly and Satoru beams, practically skipping after his friend.

Later that night, you and Satoru sit next to each other on your sofa. You've been talking for hours, laughing and remembering your drunken adventures the other night.

"You looked really cute the other night when we were out," he tells you. His glasses are off, those oceanic eyes gazing into yours. You feel weak in the knees. "You're always pretty, though, you know that?"

And he's inching closer, his knee grazing against yours. Your heart is thumping so hard it almost hurts.

"Thank you, Satoru," you breathe and he chuckles.

"I do like it when you say my name like that," and he's leaning forward, lips hovering over yours as he whispers, "Can I kiss you?"

And you nod, absolutely reeling when his lips slot against yours in a soft kiss. He brings a finger down to your chin, tilting your head up so you can meet him better as his lips pull back only to slot back against yours again and again.

Then his phone rings and he's breaking the kiss to answer, so nonchalant while you feel like you're about to go into fucking cardiac arrest.

"Hey Sugu," he purrs into the phone. You can hear Suguru on the other end asking where he is and you wait for Satoru's answer. "Ah, I just stopped to grab something to eat on the way back home. You want anything?"

A lie, which stings for some reason. Satoru stands, hand slipping into his pocket as he heads out the door, waving a quick goodbye to you. And you're still just sitting there trying to figure out what the fuck happened.

-- -- --

It's been a week since you kissed Satoru and he hasn't said anything about it. He invited you out with Shoko and Suguru tonight, which is more than he's done in the last week. Satoru's as casual as ever when you're with friends, doesn't spare you a glance unless you're speaking to him directly.

It's got your brain concaving because what the fuck? He kisses you then just...acts like nothing happened? Sits around knocking back drinks with Shoko and Suguru? Why did he even invite you anyway?

"I'll be back," you mutter, standing from your seat to head to the bathroom, if only to catch your breath for a moment. When you reemerge, Satoru is leaning against the wall across from you.

"Hey," you he says, wearing that stupid sexy grin he had on the other night. It makes your pathetic heart melt with the way he stares at you, eyes roaming your face as he drinks you in.

"Hey."

He closes the distance in a single step, his hand coming up to cup your jaw and lift your head so he can look at you. He's taken his glasses off now and he must know that's your weakness because your lips part, sucking in a breath right before Satoru crashes his mouth into yours. It's all teeth and tongue, your hands coming up to fist his shirt and pull him closer as Satoru groans into your mouth.

You kiss each other hungrily, needily for what feels like an eternity until Satoru breaks the kiss first. "Fuck, I've been thinking about doing that all week."

"Then why haven't you?" You ask, chest rising and falling rapidly, the kiss making you dizzy.

"Been busy." Is all you get from him, but you nod anyway, like you understand what that means.

"Should we head back?" You ask and he shakes his head.

"Gonna go to the bathroom. You go out there first, babe."

You almost fall to the floor.

Babe.

Satoru called you babe. He takes his leave and you head back out as he suggested, not able to hide the wide smile on your face. Shoko looks at you in confusion, Suguru doesn't notice, too busy talking to a couple of women at the table behind yours.

Satoru returns shortly, taking his seat next to you. He begins chatting with Suguru, laughing with Shoko...and completely ignoring you again.

After that kiss, the way he made you feel...you're wondering what the fuck is going on? Is he interested or not?

You're lost in thought when you see your phone light up on the table. You glance down at the screen quickly to see a text from Satoru.

Gojo: Meet at your place after this?

He's not even looking at you. You're not even sure when he sent this damn text, but again...You're pathetically weak when it comes to Satoru, you're beginning to realize. And so you send him back a text that says "yes."

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grecianheart · 1 year

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Smurch Prompt: Day 19

flirting | inappropriate | "is that a threat or a promise?"

@staroftheendless my very late submission for today's prompt.

Dream had become very good about dragging himself away from his work to spend time with Hob. It took a few difficult, frustrating conversations, but they were worth it. Because now he got to see his lovely husband almost every day, even only for a few hours, and he couldn’t be happier with their relationship. Unfortunately he didn’t consider the potential consequences it would have on his own work. So when he felt the weight in the air that meant the King of Dreams was paying him a visit, Hob raised his head to where Dream lounged on his office couch, took one look at the mischievous glint in his eyes and groaned.

“No, absolutely not. Not today.” Dream draped his arm over his own chest and beckoned Hob closer with one elegant finger.

“No, I have papers to mark, a class in less than an hour, and-”

“I assure you, it will be quick,” Dream crooned. He rolled onto his front in one smooth, sinuous motion. Hob’s breath audibly hitched as he watched the long lines of his lover’s body move. Dream, with his head now propped up on his hands, fixed Hob with smouldering look. “You know well I can be quick.”

“That’s what you said the last time.” Unfortunately, his resolve had wavered, and Dream knew it too, giving one of those tiny smug smiles he had when he knew he would get his way. “And this is hardly the place, anyone could walk in here at any moment. It’s unprofessional and inappropriate.”

“It was unprofessional and inappropriate last week too, but that did not seem to deter you from laying me out on your desk and filling me with your ardour.” Hob shivered lightly at the longing in Dream’s voice. He watched with slightly heavier breathing as Dream got to his feet, walking soundlessly towards him. His head tipped back to maintain eye contact with Dream ad he rounded his desk and stood over him in his office chair. “It was inappropriate and unprofessional the week before too, when you stripped bare and begged and pleaded for the honour of pleasing me with your mouth and for me to take you afterwards. Right here on your office floor.”

“Yes, well, it wasn’t a week before finals last week,” Hob grumbled. “You know, I’m beginning to think you only want me for my body…” He ended on a low exhale when Dream trailed his cool fingers across his neck.

“Oh?” Dream pulled his chair to face him and slowly sunk to his knees, looking every bit the entitled King even with his face in Hob’s lap and his hands working at his fly.

“Yes, oh. Because now you’re finally making time in your busy schedule for me,” Hob gasped when his cock was exposed to the cool air, and buried one of his hands in Dream’s feather-soft locks. “And all you want to do is fuck and disrupt my job.”

“Is this not what you wished for, dear husband?” Dream spoke directly over his groin, and Hob’s hips bucked at the feeling of his breath on his heated skin. “Do you wish to see me less? Do you want me to leave now?” And he made the motions of getting up and stepping back, only to be yanked back to Hob’s face. He looked at his husband passively, only the tightness around his mouth betrayed his restrained mirth.

Hob groaned helplessly and joined his lips to those of the beautiful entity in his grasp. “I hate you, you frustrating creature." He mumbled against his jaw as Dream folded his knees to sit on Hob's lap. "I really do.” Dream perched elegantly on him, pressed his chest to Hob's, rocking against Hob’s exposed prick and placing wet kisses all over his face and neck. “I should - ah - retaliate,” he rasped as he gripped Dream’s hips. “I should fall asleep whenever I can and disturb your work, see how you like it.”

Dream waved a hand and his own clothes fell away, letting Hob feed his eyes on smooth white skin and corded muscle. Another rock from his hips drew Hob’s eyes to his petal-pink cock, pressed between both their stomachs. Dream dropped a kiss right on the tip of his nose. His face was soft with amusement and fondness. “Is that a threat or a promise, my Gadling?” and Hob felt the warmth in his chest he always felt when Dream called him that, when he acknowledged him as his companion, his partner, worthy of his attention and affection and to be by his side.

“I don’t know, let’s finish this up and I’ll think it over. My class is in 30 minutes.” And he pulled Dream’s smiling face down to his to kiss him again.

#hope you like it #also i dont get how the crossing out of the prompts work #do i cross the ones i did or didnt do?#if i did all 3 #do i need to cross any out?#dream of the endless #dreamling #hob gadling #the sandman #dreamxhob #dream/hob #dream

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mengy007 · 4 months

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Uh- this is for @snowe-zolynn-rogers helped me make an Eclipse angst prompt so-

HERE WE GO-

“You’re in charge while I’m gone.”

Warnings: near death, angst, human Eclipse, blood, child abuse, framing, abandonment.

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Eclipse was tired, Bloodmoon could watch themselves for a bit.

He told his brother he would be taking a nap, and to wake him up before KC got back, he went to his room to get some well-deserved rest.

Bloodmoon giggled and went to their room, “Brother, let us play a prank!” He spoke, “hehe, yes, yes, it will be so much fun!”

The two brothers plotted for a while, then came up with a plan, they would frame Eclipse. Bloodmoon reached to the back of their head and turned off their pain receptors and just began absolutely tearing themself apart, going so far as to tearing one of their eyes out. Once they thought they were mangled enough, they hid under their bed and turned their pain receptors back on, and it /hurt/.

They waited for KC to come back.

They heard the door open and they immediately began to cry, footsteps were immediately heard running to their location. KC opened the door. “My children? What happened?” He asked, kneeling down. They ran to KC and hugged him, sobbing, “E-Eclipse hurt us! We didn’t even do anything!” He lied, KC growled as his eyes glowed a brighter red, then he picked Bloodmoon up and went to go give his other child a visit.

Eclipse was startled awake by being thrown into a wall, the force of it creating a dent in said wall.

He fell into a sitting position on the ground and looked up, alert.

KC was there.

And he was livid.

“You dare hurt my sons?!” Killcode asked, glaring at the frightened Eclipse. Eclipse was confused, he didn’t do anything!

He looked over at the twins who were mangled, but seemed to be smirking.

Those little bastards-!

He yelped as KC roughly grabbed his wrist and squeezed it tight, forcing him to stand up. He then felt a sharp pain on the side of his face as he fell back down.

He was then promptly kicked in the stomach and into the wall again, he scurried into the corner and curled up, he was still so tired, he was so weak, couldn’t fight back.

KC then grabbed his wrist again as tears dwelled in Eclipse’s orange eyes, he attempted to pull away but KC raised his hand and Eclipse flinched, KC then put his hand down and dragged his youngest eldest to the front door of the lab.

“You do not deserve a family, ungrateful brat!” He shouted, Eclipse just looked at the floor.

“Look at me when I talk to you.”

He didn’t, he didn’t want to-

“Eclipse.”

He didn’t want to, he didn’t want to-!

“ECLIPSE!”

Suddenly, his head was forced up by a harsh tug on his hair and he squeaked, being forced to look directly at KC.

He began to cry, this was too much, it hurt everywhere.

“Stupid child…” KC muttered, opening the lab door and straight up throwing Eclipse out, into the freezing cold rain with nothing but his worn orange hoodie and sweatpants.

It took a moment for Eclipse to process what had just happened, but he panicked and got up quickly, “no- no! Dad! Dad please!” He shouted, struggling to get up from all his wounds.

“I am not your dad anymore, do not refer to me as such, brat.” KC growled, before slamming the door right in Eclipse’s face.

Eclipse began to hysterically cry and slam his hands on the door, it was dark outside! The forest was terrifying! He wanted to go back, he didn’t want to be alone!

He was drenched and shivering, “Dad!” He cried out, “please, I’m sorry! I’m sorry- I’ll do anything you ask, please just let me back inside!”

There was no response, he sniffled and curled up by the door, he didn’t even have any of his comfort objects…

He curled up by the door, his ribs beginning to bruise from where KC kicked him and his face also beginning to bruise because KC had punched him. His back hurt, his face hurt, his ribs hurt, his legs hurt from having to be on his feet all the time.

KC had taken his childhood away.

And now his family too.

Sun and Moon definitely wouldn’t want him, they’d be disgusted.

He was cold, so cold, his feet were going numb, he couldn’t feel his fingers.

…maybe he deserved this.

But he didn’t want to die

Not all alone

Not like this

There were so many simple things he’d never experienced. He’d never enjoyed a nice cup of coffee, he’d never get to genuinely laugh and feel happy, he’d never get to fall in love, he’s never even had a hug before.

…a hug sounds really nice right now.

Even as he was freezing, the rain soaking his clothes, he wrapped his arms around himself in a sad mimic of a hug.

He sobbed and held himself together, he was hanging in by a thread.

Maybe death wouldn’t be so bad…

Maybe he could finally rest….

He let out a shaky breath and closed his eyes, letting himself fall unconscious.

…

Warmth…

Why did it feel so warm all of a sudden…?

Someone was shouting…

He slightly opened his eyes.

…Green…purple…yellow?

Then darkness again.

#sun and moon show #crying rn #eclipse angst #Ty snowe!#eclipse #Monty #Killcode #Bloodmoon #harvest moon #fnaf

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staceymcgillicuddy · 9 months

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For the meme: 42. The answer to everything.

Yay, thank you! This one inspired a 5+1 for me, I have no idea why, but here you go! So, like, five times that Eddie was amazed at Chrissy's privileged upbringing + one time she turned the tables.

“What’s that for?” Chrissy asks as they pull into a gas station and up to the air hose.

“What’s what for?” Eddie asks as he cuts the engine and makes to hop out and fill his tires, which are pretty much dry rot and worn rubber at this point, but that doesn’t mean he can’t take care of them until they inevitably send him spiraling across the highway one day.

“The vacuum.”

“It’s not a vacuum. It’s for putting air in the tires.”

“You have to put air in tires?”

“Jesus, Cunningham. How have you survived this long by yourself? Yes, you have to put air in the tires.”

Chrissy fixes him with a pout, but he doesn’t think she’s actually offended. “I don’t know! I don’t have a car!”

“Yeah, well. Pro-tip. Air in the tires when you do.”

“Thanks, Eddie. You’re a pal.”

“No, you have to, like… inhale twice,” Eddie says, holding the burning joint between his fingers as Chrissy makes a face.

“But it tastes gross.”

“Yeah, I know. That’s not the point.”

Chrissy sighs. Leans in. Wraps that perfect pucker of hers around the end of the joint and inhales.

Two minutes later, when she’s finally recovered from her coughing fit, Eddie’s just about stopped laughing.

“You’re so mean to me,” she sighs.

“Yeah, well, I still can’t figure out how you survived this long by yourself, dude.”

“There’s something outside!”

Chrissy’s whisper cuts through the darkness of Eddie’s bedroom like a needle, jabbing him directly in the brain and rousing him from an extremely pleasant dream that also involved Chrissy talking. Only, in his dream, it was less a panicked whisper and more a soothing reassurance that, yeah, his dick really was too big for her.

“Huh?” He blinks just as something crashes outside the trailer. “Oh.”

“Eddie! Someone’s breaking in!”

“Uh, no. That’s a raccoon.”

“A raccoon?” She sits up like he told her aliens had landed on the lawn. “Outside?!”

“No, on the moon. Yes, it’s outside.”

“Can it get in?”

“… do you know how big raccoons are?”

“You’re the one with the bathroom window that won’t close.”

“Sweetheart. The garbage monster can’t get you. Can we please go back to sleep?”

“Can you go and check?”

Eddie sighs. Rolls onto his side and buries his face in the pillow. “You check if you’re so concerned.”

“Please, Eddie?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbles like he’s not already reaching for his boxers and boots. “Seriously, Cunningham. How have you survived this long?”

“You’ve never had a Twinkie?”

“No.”

“Shit, Chrissy. How have you survived this long without eating a Twinkie?”

“I don’t want to do it.”

“Why not?”

“Because I can’t see the bottom.”

“There’s nothing on the bottom! It’s a lake.”

“It looks dirty.”

Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose. “Chrissy…”

“What if there’s an alligator?”

“We’re in Indiana.”

“So?”

“So, there aren’t alligators in Indiana.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“What about sharks?”

“What… lake sharks?”

Eddie almost believes her until he sees the corners of her mouth twitch, and she starts to giggle.

“Fuck off, Cunningham,” he says, grabbing her around the waist and lifting her off Rick’s dock, fully intending to deposit her in the water. “How you survived this long thinking there are lake sharks…”

“Eddie, don’t!”

Eddie does.

Eddie blinks. “You what?”

“I love you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Am I sure? Yes, I’m sure!”

“Oh.”

“Seriously, oh?” Chrissy feigns offense, pushing her sneaker-clad toes into his thigh and reaching for the joint he’s holding. “Thanks a lot.”

“No, uh. I mean. Obviously, I love you, too. Just… I never said that to anyone before.”

Chrissy smiles and takes a long drag, waving the smoke away before speaking. “I know. I’ve honestly been wondering how you survived this long by yourself.”

Other prompts from this meme!

#bsc diaries #aiea3414 #hellcheer #5+1 flash fic #fanfiction #oh the schmaltz!#prompt meme

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fayes-fics · 2 years

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Acting Up

Pairing: benedict bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Your husband Benedict gives you a treat during a Bridgerton family dinner.

Warnings: smut, 18+, minors dni, possessive/dirty talk, d/s dynamics, fingering, exhibitionism.

Word Count: 1.4 k

Authors Note: requested by anonymous (Smut prompt: “you wanna act up? have it your way”. For Benedict. The filthier the better please. 🤤). I hope this is filthy enough lol. Thanks as ever to @makaylan for a read-through.

“Stop that,” Benedict hisses from the seat to your right.

“Why? No one’s looking at us,” you reason quietly, letting your hand trail further up his thigh. “Everyone’s listening to Anthony; no one is paying us any mind.”

Your knuckles brush his cock, teasing, and he growls.

“Wife” it’s a low warning.

“Husband,” you drawl under your breath, fingers splaying out but looking away as if enthralled by the same story as everyone else around the Bridgerton family dinner table.

He wraps his left arm around the back of your chair and leans over as if also intent on the tale at the other end of the room.

“You want to act up? Fine. Have it your way,” his breath is hot in your ear as he moves your hand away from his lap. “Pull up your dress.”

“But… that’s too risky,” you protest through gritted teeth, faking a smile.

“You should have thought of that before you teased me. And now here we are. So just do as you are told.”

Slowly you gather the length of your dress into your lap. Laughing at the appropriate moments, along with the others and trying to keep up the charade.

“Open your legs wider.”

“But I…” you begin, mouth behind your napkin as you pretend to dab away a crumb of food from your face.

He grabs your right leg and hauls it over his left thigh. You drop the napkin into your lap.

“Disobedience will only make this worse,” he gruffs, even as his face is the picture of rapt attention towards his brother.

He leans closer, his right arm crossing to wrap around your waist, and he kisses your cheek—the picture of a sweet, devoted husband. Appearances can be deceiving.

“Stay still. Don’t make a sound,” he orders against your face as you pick up your drink.

His hand disappears under the napkin, and two of his talented fingers plunge into you without warning. You splutter into your wine glass.

“You don't play fair,” you protest, attempting to fake a cough to conceal your moan.

Violet glances over from opposite you, concerned.

“Just a touch of seasonal allergies, mother,” he reassures with an easy smile. “Right, my darling?” his lips at your temple, giving a gentle kiss.

“Yes, sorry, no need for worry,” you confirm, coughing again as he pushes deeper. Violet nods and returns her attention to Anthony.

“Is this why I was forbidden from wearing underwear today?” you murmur.

He shrugs. “This, any other reason I might want. Who does this belong to?” he breathes, moving the fingers inside you back and forth.

“You.”

The hand around your chair curls heavy against the back of your neck, “Who?”

“You, sir,” you correct.

“That's right,” releasing his grip. “Now the only thing I think we need to worry about, provided you can keep your pretty mouth shut, is all the delicious noises this drenched cunt is making.” his voice almost silent but the tone conversational.

He drags his fingers in and out languidly; you can hear the suction, the cling of your lips around his knuckles.

“I want to see it,” your hushed confession surprises even yourself.

“Oh darling, you are truly so filthy,” his whisper full of admiration. “You are a marvel. Now I don't think that's wise in front of my whole family, but do you want a taste, hmm?”

Without waiting for your reply, he pulls out of you and grabs a petit four biscuit from the snack plate, using it as a convenient disguise and feeding it directly into your mouth. The sugary biscuit crumbles on your tongue as the tart flavour of yourself follows from his fingertips.

“Oh, I bet that is delicious,” his voice covetous.

You nod and turn your head towards him, kissing him. “Taste for yourself, sir,” He licks his lips and hums in agreement with his assessment.

“Now, if the two lovebirds over there don't mind,” Anthony raises his voice, standing and looking pointedly at you both, “I think a toast is in order.”

You both look at Anthony with innocent smiles, grabbing your glasses to join the toast. You notice Benedict does so with his left hand. Unusual.

“To a future of happiness and fulfilment!” Anthony declares with a flourish.

“Fulfillment here-here.” Benedict echoes brightly, the fingers of his right hand stealing under your napkin and sinking into you again.

“Feeling fulfilled, darling wife?” he leans in, his voice dusky.

Your glass is frozen against your lips in a vice-like grip while he smirks at you.

“Let’s see how quiet you can be,” he challenges, a little bolder as people break out into louder small talk around the table. His fingers start stroking in earnest on that spot inside you, his thumb swiping side to side over your clit.

Fuck.

“Y/n,” Eloise calls out animatedly, “what was that book you were talking about last week?”

“Hmm, yes, whatever was that book, darling?” Benedict asks enthusiastically, the arm on your chair wrapping around your shoulder, his face dancing with amusement while his fingers bear down harder, unseen.

You close your eyes briefly, curse him under your breath and clear your throat.

“Pride and Prejudice?” Your voice is still squeaky. Dammit.

“That’s the one!” Eloise nods. “I can’t wait to read it. Are you ok? You look a little flushed?”

“She looks fine to me,” Benedict counters, turning his face to you, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “positively ecstatic.”

You pull a face at him and turn to Eloise “A little too much wine probably,” you jest, waggling the glass still in your hand, winking. She laughs at that and goes back to her chat with Kate.

Benedict changes motion, his thumb pressing in harsh clockwise circles.

“Nice girls don’t pull faces at the man giving them pleasure,” he chides.

“Nice girls don’t let themselves get debauched at the family dinner table,” you sass, gripping the side of your chair seat as you start to see stars, “luckily for you, I’m not a nice girl.”

“Very lucky for me indeed,” he concurs. “I do so love my filthy wife.”

“Then make her come,” you challenge, raising an eyebrow as you fight the urge to moan.

“Oh, I enjoy it when you are feisty with me,” he rumbles. His ministrations are hard and fast now.

You exhale forcefully, putting down your glass, afraid it could almost snap in your grip. The inevitable is racing towards you; you stay silent, screams trapped in your throat, your breathing uneven and shallow. You feel every muscle in your body tighten, then it hits you. Waves pulsing in your cunt, squeezing his fingers hard, you exhale breathily, feeling a flush from your face creeping down into your gown.

“Well done, so silent but so beautiful,” Benedict praises, looking away as if eagerly listening to Colin regale his latest travel adventures.

“Are you quite sure you’re alright?” Your mother-in-law cuts in again from across the table, “you look a little out of breath, my dear”.

“Do you know Lady Bridgerton, you may just be correct,” you reply, so proud of yourself for keeping your voice even. “Benedict darling, please will you see me up to bed? I’ve had a little too much wine, and I fear it’s made me all aflutter.”

“Certainly, darling,” he replies dotingly, the very model of a perfect husband, all while he pulls his fingers out of your cunt and smears them on your thighs. He pushes your dress down, then stands quickly behind your chair, pulling it out and helping you to your feet.

He pulls you flush against him, “Oh dear, definitely a little uncoordinated, darling,” he lies, pressing his stiff cock into your lower back. “I’ll just have to walk you upstairs, I suppose,” his arms banding around your waist.

You smirk over your shoulder, then join the chorus of good nights as he walks you to the door.

Once in the hallway, you snake a hand behind you and grab his cock through his trousers, squeezing hard.

“Get on your knees right here,” He snarls against your ear.

“I'll do it if you can stay silent,” you bite back.

He grunts at that.

“Didn't think so,” you tease. “But our room is just upstairs…” your voice trails off, sauntering on ahead.

“...Husband,” you add seductively over your shoulder.

“Wife,” he purrs, picking you up and sprinting up the stairs.

Tagged: @foreverlonginguniverse

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coldshinypearl · 11 months

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for the nsfw promp ,can you do 2 or 42 with laito please?(i really like your writing by the way💞)

laito sakamaki x reader

Selfish

NSFW prompt one shot

42. “I am possessive, what about it?” (nsfw one shot prompt), hi anon! Thanks for the compliment <3

disclaimers: [y/n] instert with some physical descriptions, suggestive descriptions and content, possessiveness, jealousy, biting, fingering, slapping, NO HAT LAITO BECAUSE SUCH A THING WONT BE TOLERATED.

The golden sunset in the sky signed the arrival of the first period at Ryoutei Academy, its hazel lights reflected on the floors of the halls laminating the school that would’ve soon been darkened by the black of the night.

Students were starting to collect in the classrooms of the busy night timed school, the same school [y/n] was forced to enroll in when she became the new sacrificial bride.

[y/n] sighed and closed the metal petite door of her locker, as her gaze moved around she saw love letters and high quality chocolate boxes everywhere.

Valentine’s day had arrived even in a special school like that one, [y/n] wondered why vampires would celebrate a human holiday like that one.

Vampires don’t feel love, what’s valentines day for then?

The only sure reason she had was that a certain perverted handsome vampire was coming up to her, she already saw his walking towards her from the start of the hall, Laito walked the straight line to her with confidence and a smirk on his face.

Knowing that he was going to be washed by chocolates and letters.

It was only when they were face to face [y/n] finally decided to speak before she could get verbally molested by him.

-“What?” [y/n] asked with an annoyed tone.

His smirk widened and he fixed his hands on his pockets before speaking.

-“Why the long face? Aren’t you dying to give me a love letter?” He said with his sugary flawless voice looking directly at her.

[y/n] rolled her eyes.

-“Stop it perv. No, i don’t want to give you anything, leave me alone.” [y/n] said as she squeezed the books she had on her arms and turned around starting to walk towards her classroom.

-“What a way to speak to your master Bitch-chan~”Laito chuckled and walked behind her, clearly ignoring her words.

His charme showed yes, but [y/n] hated the whole master x pet thing that he continuously dragged.

[y/n] sighed again opening the door of her empty classroom, as she was about to go in, Laito blocked the door before she could close it, he put both his hands on the doorway and the wall, smirking at her he pronounced these words.

-“Same time after school?” Laito said tilting his head to the side, referring to their usual pickup time after the lessons to return home.

[y/n] fixed her annoyed gaze on his once again.

-“Yes, bye.” [y/n] said coldly and then shut the door on his face.

She walked towards her desk in a tired way and almost fell her weight on her wooden chair.

As she took her textbooks out of her leather bag, her attention was caught by the sound of the slide wooden door opening, a male student entering the classroom.

[y/n]’s gaze followed his figure tiredly, the much effort to know he wasn’t sitting next to her.

At her surprise he directly came up to her direction, his steps were unsure and nervous as [y/n] could sense a slight trembling on his figure.

He kept his hands behind him as he came up to her desk directly.

He kept his gaze locked in the floor, [y/n] raised an eyebrow as she looked at him confused.

-“Can i help you?” [y/n] asked in a calm and understanding tone…He wasn’t confessing was he?

The boy almost flinched when she pronounced those words, he took a deep breath and then his hand placed a sheer white envelope on her desk.

-“This is for you, Happy Valentines day” he said in a relaxed and calm voice, finally quitting the trembling.

[y/n]’s eyes widened when she saw the thin paper in front on her eyes, her cheeks rosed quickly as she realized that the boy in front of her had feelings towards her.

The boy politely bowed at her and walked towards the door, before making his way out he warmly smiled at her and then dissolved in his mystery.

[y/n] blinked repeatedly as she stared at the envelope, she carefully grabbed it and opened it without ruining the white paper, it was quality compressed paper that seemed smooth at touch.

He must’ve searched for the best… Inside the envelope there was a folded white letter, [y/n] unfolded it and as soon as she saw the first words.

She metled.

‘Dear [y/n]’

She didn’t have feelings for him of course, but how sweet of him to write her a letter, [y/n] held it gently on her hands as her eyes traveled from left to right reading carefully every single sillabe that created the warm words.

A letter filled with admiration and love certainly, and understanding words that had behind days of research for the perfect love confession.

All that effort just looked genuine and unlikely since she was already getting used to the take-give lifestyle the vampires had forced on her.

When students started to made their way inside the classroom [y/n] hid the envelope inside her leather bag, impossible for her to throw it away.

Before she could spot where, a strange window tapping sound came before the usual silence, her head titled to the window’s direction only to see some scratches in the last glass of window of the classroom.

Her face wrinkled in a semi-confused expression.

The teacher walked inside the classroom as he greeted the few students that were already sat in their desks.

The celestial little sound of the bell signed the start of the lesson.

[y/n]’s mind left the curiosity of the mysterious guy that had confessed his love to her.

[y/n] waited patiently outside of her classroom for Laito, she kept her beck held in the wall next to the classroom’s door gazing around at the beautiful starry night.

The soft scent of quality liquor chocolate and fresh compressed paper could still be smelt in the halls, the created light of the bulbs in the ceiling reflected on the leather of her footwear and created little points on her irises.

Her mind wondered once again on what had happened earlier that night, the letter was still properly folded inside her bag.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a gentle but insisted tapping on her shoulder.

[y/n] tilted her head with a raised eyebrow and her zoned out gaze met that seductive green look.

-“Hey Laito-kun…” [y/n] said without pressing the effort of showing any emotion to him returning her head on the windows.

Laito smirked at that arrogance and slid his hands inside the pockets of his furred jacket.

-“Someone’s mood lighted~?” Laito said with his teasing toned voice leaning his arm on her shoulder as he carefully let it trace on her back.

[y/n] sighed at his teasing at spoke again.

-“Something happened..” [y/n] calmly said as if she didn’t want to provoke a scene or anything to him.

-“Did my Bitch-chan get in trouble~?” Laito said smiling looking at her profile.

-“No, I received a love letter from some guy…” [y/n] said calmly again still looking at the starry night almost carelessly.

Laito’s arm fell from her shoulder like oil, his expression melted the smirk and was replaced by a small eye widened one, his lips slightly opened.

[y/n] titled her head at him confused, raising her brow once again at him, so far she had never saw that expression.

Her head wiggled as for asking what?

Laito looked down for some seconds then the quiet silence of the halls was replaced with a malice laughter.

Not the teasing chuckle that he normally gave her, a more sinister laugh that sent chills upon her spine.

-“How should i end this prick?” Laito said wiping off an imaginary tear out of his squeezed eyes.

[y/n]’s eyes widened as he pronounced those words, she turned completely at him and spoke in a worried tone.

-“What are you saying? End him! Don’t be ridiculous.” A tint of anger could be seen in [y/n]’s voice.

Laito’s smirk returned but this way it wasn’t only teasing and flirting, also communicating a strange desire of possession and control.

Laito looked directly at her.

-“Now Bitch-chan, i can’t let that cunt have his way with my prey and get away with it~” Laito smiled at her.

[y/n] looked worried for the guy knowing that omicide for vampires was like killing flies, she couldn’t help but see his jealousy.

-“Or perhaps you would like to take his punishment~?” Laito said looking at her eyes, with a teasing smirk that already imagined the humiliations she would have to bare with.

[y/n] stayed shocked in her seat as she heard him, not many times before she was ‘punished’ by him.

But she had experienced what the Sakamaki punishments were before with his other brothers, it was either carnal pleasure or discomfort, or public humiliation.

But she didn’t know what to expect with him, maybe all at once or maybe a punishment she never felt before.

-“What do you mean?” [y/n] asked with trembling eyes.

-“Maybe instead of ruining that lowlife i should just teach you who’s your master~…” Laito stepped closer to her figure, his hand reached for her hair curling a lock on his finger playfully, knowing that she was fresh of punishments and that she didn’t know what to imagine.

Without any answer Laito grabbed gently her hand, with his soft yet cold grip shivers ran on her spine as her expression was still confused and frightened.

Laito was moving across the school’s halls increasing the distance with the exit, as they walked [y/n] realized where she was being taken.

A familiar aged and compressed scent hit [y/n]’s nose, it was the old school building.

The ancient that connected the two worlds and that was used by vampire students to reach the human world, the dark oak walls and the gothic styled decorations inside the monument confirmed her suppositions.

There the air was much more intense and dangerous, even though the school had made it clear to not fool around the demon world, Laito’s flawless and careless steps could’ve made one think this was a field trip for him.

[y/n] gazed around the empty and dark halls of the demons world school building, so far she had only heard detailed descriptions from her vampire classmates of such a place, one even they were scared of.

When they suddenly stopped [y/n] realized that she was taken so much back from the travel that she didn’t even think about a proper excuse to perform in worst case scenario.

They had arrived in front of a slide dark door, Laito opened the door in front of him in matter of seconds showing his strong emotions.

Was he really mad that she had accepted a gift? Well really often he ‘shared’ [y/n] with his brothers so why would he be jealous now?

Or worse become all of a sudden possessive.

As they let themselves inside the empty classroom [y/n] noted the desks and chairs being perfectly aligned with one another, as if no one had ever been inside of there for quite some time.

-“Sit in the teacher’s desk.” Laito said, his tone seemed very different from the one he performed before, this one stood more dominant and annoyed.

[y/n] slightly flinched at that order and sat right away in the desk facing him, the cold dark wood of the desk pressed on the piping skin of her legs sending shivers upon her spine.

For as much as she was afraid she was certain that no one would’ve ever guessed where they were.

-“Weren’t we specifically told not to come inside the old building unless it was for emergencies…?” [y/n] asked trembling slightly as she looked down at the floor avoiding his contact.

Even if she wasn’t facing him she felt the sharp look he sent her, almost reading inside her thoughts.

-“Your disobedience is an emergency.” Laito said harshly once again.

His expression didn’t loose the teasing stretched smirk that signed his intentions, but his eyes were corrupted into an angry and annoyed expression.

The heavy and compressed air increased [y/n]’s anxiety, soon she realized that no matter how much she would have screamed her lungs out no one would have been able to hear her.

Laito’s hands reached violently for the collar of her blouse, with a flawless and fast move he ripped open the white shirt making the little white buttons fly all over the floor, the repeated tapping sounds of the buttons in the wooden floor made her realize the sudden cold air on her chest.

[y/n] instantly covered her exposed white lace bra, as the shirt was still sitting in her shoulders her cheeks became pink.

Laito snatched her arms open forcing her to put her hands behind for support, he reached for her neck as his lips were just millimeters away from the warm skin of her neck.

-“Bitch-chan… Your reactions are the best~” Laito said blowing the words on her skin.

Her controlled expression melted in a pleasured and impatient one, her pupils dilating as his soft rosy lips touched her skin.

Laito placed a gentle kiss on her neck, then continued to merge his lips on the skin of her neck like trying to eat her.

His movements were sensual and slow and they made her breath go uneasy.

He chuckled at her unconscious reaction, and proceeded to place a long and wet lick over her skin.

Laito spread her legs placing his hips between hers, as their chests touched with the other she could have felt him smirking on her skin.

He slowly rised his head as their faces were only inches away.

-“A gift from a boy? You have been so naughty, haven't you? And what punishment fits this sort of situation?" Laito moved closer to her, slowly pulling her closer towards him.

[y/n] suddenly remembered. What kind of punishment she had to bare with.

In these occasions Laito executed his very own punishments, the ones that regarded carnal pleasure.

-“Laito… We can’t do such a thing at school! Please just be rational…” [y/n] tried to stick words togheter for her sentence while her gaze fell in horror.

Laito smirked as she finally realized what her fate was.

-“Be a good girl… Maybe i’ll be satisfied with my hand only~” Laito said posing his hand on her chest while his seductive and sinister tone spoke.

As his hand brushed on her body going lower and lower, he kept his emerald gaze locked into her frightened one.

His smirk never fell.

[y/n] sat quietly as her words suffocated in fear and worry about getting caught in the act.

The view around them was blurry making it difficult to not concentrate on the act.

His pale and frozen hand touched the soft fabric of her underwear, Laito brushed slightly his fingertip on the covered clitoris zone enjoying as [y/n]’s worries about being in a public space slowly started to melt as pleasure chocked her.

His thumb’s fingertip continued to rub slightly on her delicate zone as his index grabbed onto the thin waistband of her panties.

Sliding it to the side as her pink and pulsing clitoris slowly started to show under the fabric.

[y/n] gasped as she looked down and saw her womanhood breathing cold air.

Laito’s hand traveled inside her underwear, as he slightly pressed his palm cupping her womanhood, her head fell back as her eyes squeezed.

Sweat started to collect on her neck from the excitement.

Little acute whines came out from her shut mouth as she slowly broke the contact between his hand and her womanhood, the fingertip of his middle finger caressed her fluids from the little entrance of her womanhood.

[y/n]’s head trembled as she tried to look away from his face hiding her pleasure with all her strength, it was until a sudden piercing pain on her cheek brought her back to reality.

Laito had raised his hand and slapped it across her cheek making it redder, she looked at him with a confused expression as his teasing smirk had become an evil one with his brows slightly curved in.

-“No no bitch-chan~… You have to face your responsibilities.” He said in a half teasing tone.

Without any warning or sign he pushed his finger inside, not moving it he enjoyed her flinch and look of horror as his finger was being suffocated by her wet inside walls.

Her mouth became wider as it opened and still processed the length inside of her, she started to pulse around his finger.

It was only when he started to scissor inside and out of her her voice came out in pieces and not proper words.

A wet jelly-like sound filled the silence of the door as his finger watered from her fluids and soaked in her insides.

Her body wiggled around trembling as her skin became humid from the sweat, little bits of hair sticked to her neck and her moans became uncontrollable and louder.

-“And you ask why i’m so selfish and possessive about my pet… Who do you think should have the honor to hear and see you in this stage?” Laito whispered mischievously in her ear.

[y/n] could barely hear his words as she tried to focus on at least one thing that wasn’t the pleasure.

Her muscles softened the more his touch rubbed inside of her until the pleasure increased and with it the harshness of his thrusts.

As he pushed his finger inside violently now she clearly felt every line of his skin touching her insides.

Her chest started to slowly move and wiggle at the pleading rhythm of the thrusts.

Before singing relief for finally starting to harbour the length of his finger more calmly, another one of his fingers made its way inside of herself.

The two fingers together worked as scissors touching carefully and stroking the insides that she provided of.

As if her breaths weren’t already unhealthy and sent her head numb by the quantity of air.

Her eyes widened as her figure flinched when she felt the thickness inside of her increase by a third finger

Her head shook at his direction with widened open eyes and shocked frightened expression, wondering even how could she take such a thickness and still be pleased by it.

Laito chuckled sinisterly.

-“What? Surprised by your lewdness~?” Laito teased keeping that inhumane rhythm of strokes.

Her moans extended more as they became more acute and her expression more relaxed and pleased, her figure lied down on the straightness of the wooden desk enjoying more.

Laito kept his other hand firm on her hip, almost for support, when he started to feel her walls tighter he knew that her climax was just seconds away from being reached.

[y/n] felt warm shivers long her legs when the pleasure from her depths became pulsing and intense.

All at once a lethal wave of pleasure had drowned her with her orgasm that made her moan an extended and acute bawl.

Her breath became heavier and her figure trembling like leaves being caressed by wind when he didn’t stop and kept that rhythm inside.

Her insides where still pulsing and slowly hurting from the over stimulation that was chocking her making her unable to express her desire to stop.

Laito chuckled once again.

-“May i remind you this is your punishment~?”

#diabolik lovers #diaboys #dialovers #laito sakamaki

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livelaughwhump · 1 year

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Whump Fic - Worthless - Part 3

Part 1 | Previous

For context, Whumpee had been in Whumper's captivity for a little over a year. Part 1 takes place only a few weeks after their rescue

Content: flashbacks, temperature whump, pet whump, implied past captivity, degradation, dehumanization, forced stripping (non-sexual), nudity (non-sexual), humiliation, drowning, emotional whump, referenced past captivity

(Italisized text indicates a flashback)

Whumpee's flashback is inspired by this prompt

As Caretaker led Whumpee back into the safety and warmth of their team's safe house, Whumpee noticed every member of their team crowded in the living room. When the door closed behind them, every single pair of eyes fixated on Whumpee and their pathetic, half-frozen state. Whumpee flushed beneath everyone's gaze, and their humiliation only worsened when several of their teammates came over to greet them.

"Whumpee!" Medic shouted. "Oh dear, are you okay? You look like you're freezing!"

"We're so sorry for making fun of you," Teammate A said. "After everything you've been through, we should've known."

"I'm sorry, Whumpee," Teammate B apologized. "I shouldn't have made those jokes. I didn't realize how it would affect you."

Whumpee whimpered and moved to hide behind Caretaker, who reluctantly wrapped a protective arm around them and said, "Okay, okay, guys. They're still a little shaken up, so please give them some space." With that, the team dispersed, but they still kept their gazes locked on Whumpee.

Caretaker continued to lead them in the direction of the washroom. Whumpee was still shivering, their teeth still chattering. Caretaker kept their arm around Whumpee's shoulders, which gave Whumpee the smallest semblance of comfort. It made them feel secure and owned wanted.

However, all of those feelings of safety and comfort melted away when they reached the washroom. The moment Whumpee laid eyes on the bathtub, they froze, terror flooding their system. They couldn't breathe.

"Whumpee?" Caretaker's muffled voice barely broke through their haze. "Are you all right?"

Whumpee didn't answer. They couldn't bring themself to move another step. Their mind filled with memories that they had fought so hard to suppress. Tears flooded their eyes and they collapsed to their hands and knees like the animal they were.

. . .

Whumpee was curled up in the corner of Whumper's cold basement, nothing but a pair of boxers and a thin t-shirt to keep them warm. They tugged at the collar around their thin, bruised neck. It was too tight.

They flinched and whimpered when they heard the door to the basement slam open. Light spilled into the dark basement and Whumpee pushed themself up until they were in a perfect kneeling position, head bowed, just like Whumper had taught them.

They didn't look up at their owner captor. They knew better than that. They just hoped their position pleased Whumper. All they wanted was to please them.

Whumper scoffed at the sight of Whumpee and prodded them with the tip of their shoe. "Morning, mutt."

Whumpee tried hard to suppress a flinch. "Good morning, Master." They struggled to keep their voice even.

Whumpee could hear the smile in Whumper's voice as they said, "Sleep well?"

"Yes, Master."

"Well, I didn't." Whumper abruptly snatched a fistful of Whumpee's hair, roughly tugging their head up. Whumpee yelped. Whumper dragged them to their feet and looked them directly in the eyes. "Want to explain why you kept me awake all night with your pathetic crying?"

Whumpee's eyes widened. They thought they'd been quiet. "I'm-I'm sorry, Mas-Master," they cried, tears flooding their eyes. "I didn't-I didn't mean to. I'm-I'm so s-sorry." Whumpee turned their eyes to the ground. They knew better than to look directly at their superior. "Please-Please for-forgive me, Master. I'm so-so sorry."

Whumper ground their jaw and said, "You're about to be." They quickly extracted a thin chain from their pocket that often served as Whumpee's leash and clipped it to Whumpee's collar. Then, they released their grip on Whumpee's overgrown hair and watched them crumple to the ground. Without giving Whumpee a second to gather their bearings, Whumper started dragging them up the basement stairs.

Whumpee crawled pathetically after Whumper on all fours, just like Whumper had taught them.

Because that's what animals do

Whumpee sniffled and cried, choking on their own saliva as they were dragged out of the basement. The leash pulling at their collar nearly cut off their airways, making breathing a nearly impossible endeavor.

Whumpee didn't know what was going to happen to them. They didn't know what kind of creative punishment Whumper would dream up this time, and they were absolutely terrified to find out.

Whumpee didn't know where they were being led. They stared at the ground the entire time, because they knew Whumper liked it when they were nice and submissive. Whumpee knew they were inferior to their master. It had been beaten into them since they were first kidnapped.

Eventually, Whumper had dragged them into a room and stopped. Whumpee didn't lift their eyes from the ground in order to survey their surroundings. They knew better than that. Instead, they quickly got into their kneeling position and waited for their orders, like a good pet.

I can be good. I know I can be good. I'm not a bad pet. I'm not

"Take off your clothes, mutt," Whumper ordered. Whumpee's breath caught in their throat, but they didn't dare disobey. This was their chance to show Whumper that they could behave, that they were still obedient and submissive and good. They knew they were good.

Tears slipped down their face as they slowly began to peel off their thin t-shirt and soiled boxers. Whumper kicked them and they released a quiet yelp. "Any day now, you stupid bitch!" Whumpee quickened their pace until they were fully naked, kneeling in front of Whumper. They set their clothes down neatly beside them and waited.

Their face burned bright red. They were utterly humiliated, even if Whumper was the only one seeing them like this. Fat, ugly tears rolled down their cheeks, creating a small puddle beneath them. They listened as the sound of rushing water filled the otherwise silent room, and Whumpee guessed they were in the washroom. That scared them even more. They didn't know what was happening, but they still didn't lift their head to check.

Whumper chuckled and crouched down in front of them. Whumpee still refused to look up. "Would my little dog like a bath?" They said it in the most degrading voice possible.

Whumpee didn't think it was possible to feel more humiliated than they did in that moment. They nodded submissively. "Yes, Master."

Whumper tugged on their leash and a pathetic squeak escaped Whumpee's throat. "Then, what are you waiting for, mutt?" Whumper dragged them over to the bathtub, Whumpee struggling to crawl behind them. Fully naked and crawling like an animal, they were absolutely mortified, but those feelings of humiliation quickly morphed into dread when they finally caught sight of what awaited them in the tub.

Several bags worth of ice filled the tub to the brim. Whumpee's stomach sank. They began to back away from the tub slowly, which Whumper didn't like. Whumper took a fistful of their hair and shoved them face first into the freezing water. Whumpee made the mistake of gasping under the water as Whumper held them there. They felt like a million tiny needles were pricking their skin and their brain seemed to freeze instantly.

When Whumper pulled them back up again, Whumpee coughed and gagged, sobbing uncontrollably. "Are you ready to do as you're told, you mangy mutt?"

Whumpee sniffled. "Whumper, please-" they were cut off by a sharp slap to their face.

"What did you say, you worthless bitch?" Whumper shouted, sharply wrenching Whumpee's head back.

Whumpee sobbed. "I'm-I'm sorry-" Whumper shoved their head beneath the icy water again, leaving them there for even longer this time.

When they pulled them up again, Whumpee's lips were already blue. "Are you going to keep disobeying me, mutt?" Whumpee whimpered and shook their head. "Good. I'm being nice to you by preparing you a bath. Try to be a little grateful."

Whumpee sniffled and flinched. "Thank-Thank you, M-Master."

Whumper didn't look satisfied, but they didn't shove Whumpee's head beneath the water again. Instead, they pushed Whumpee closer to the bathtub and said, "Now, get in!"

Whumpee didn't hesitate. They started with one foot, and though their instincts told them to jump out of the water and run, they forced themself to endure, slowly lowering the rest of their body into the bath until they were submerged up to their chest.

Just sitting in the bath physically hurt, and Whumpee instantly wrapped their arms around themself in an attempt to keep warm, but Whumper said, "No, no, no. Give me your hands, mutt." Whumpee sobbed, but they did as they were told. Whumper quickly locked a pair of handcuffs around Whumpee's wrists, chaining them to the towel rack beside the tub.

Once they were finished with that, they reached up to the sink, only to pull back a leather muzzle. Whumpee yelped, shivering harder than they ever had before. "M-Master, p-please," they begged. "I-I c-can b-be qu-quiet, I-I s-swear. I c-can b-be g-good."

Whumper ignored them, pretending not to hear them at all, as they strapped the muzzle onto the lower half of their pet's face. Whumpee didn't fight them. They knew better than that. Once Whumper was finally finished, they stood up to admire their handiwork. Whumpee kept their face lowered, hot tears burning their eyes. Whumper smirked. "Now, I think I'm going to curl up by the fire with a nice cup of tea." Whumpee released a heavy sob. If not for the bit in their mouth, their teeth surely would've been chattering. Whumper turned and made their way to the door. "Enjoy your bath, mutt. Oh! That reminds me." Whumper turned back around, only to turn on the shower head to its lowest temperature setting. The water instantly hit Whumpee from above, soaking what was left of their warm, dry skin in freezing cold water. Whumpee flinched and Whumper laughed as they made their way back over to the door. "Call my name if you need anything. I'll see you in a couple of hours!"

With that, Whumper slammed the bathroom door shut. As Whumpee heard the click of the lock, they broke down and wept.

. . .

"Whumpee," Caretaker's faint voice echoed through their foggy mind. "Whumpee, what's wrong? Talk to me, buddy. What's going on?"

As Whumpee came back to reality, their eyes darted around, taking in their new surroundings. They weren't in the washroom anymore. Instead, they were sitting on the couch, several warm blankets wrapped around their shoulders. Caretaker kneeled in front of them, terror in their kind eyes. Whumpee looked past Caretaker, only to find that every single member of their team was there and staring at them worriedly.

Whumpee whimpered and hunched their shoulders, turning their eyes back to meet Caretaker's. Caretaker smiled, but Whumpee could tell it was forced. "Hey, there you are," they said. "Are you okay?"

Whumpee's erratic breathing began to slow, but it wasn't any less ragged. "What-What happened? What-What did I do?"

Caretaker shook their head and gently took hold of Whumpee's hand when they saw the tears building in their friend's eyes. "Nothing, sunshine, you didn't do anything. You just got a bit scared, that's all."

Whumpee sniffled. "I'm-I'm sorry," they cried.

"Oh, Whumpee, no!" Caretaker exclaimed. They lifted a hand to wipe away Whumpee's tears. "You have nothing to be sorry for. None of this is your fault."

Whumpee's tears refused to subside. "You-You were trying to help me," they sobbed. "And I-And I ruined it. I'm-I'm so s-sorry."

"Oh, Whumpee-"

"Leave me alone," Whumpee demanded, pushing Caretaker's hands away. Whumpee pulled their knees up to their chest and threw off the pile of blankets around the shoulders. "I don't deserve your kindness. I deserve to be collared and chained and treated like the stupid animal that I am. That's all I'm good for."

Caretaker hesitated. They peered over their shoulder at the rest of their team, who all wore expressions of shock, pity, or confusion. "Guys, can-can you give us a minute, please?" Each member of their team turned their eyes from Whumpee over to Caretaker. After a moment of hesitation, each of them reluctantly left the room one by one until Whumpee and Caretaker were all that remained.

Once they were alone, Caretaker looked at Whumpee again. "Whumpee, please look at me." Whumpee didn't dare disobey. Their red-rimmed eyes met Caretaker's and Caretaker forced a weak smile. "Hi, sunshine." Whumpee sniffled, their gaze wavering. "Do you want to talk about what happened?" Whumpee whimpered and shook their head. "That's okay," Caretaker promised. "What can I do to make you feel better?"

Whumpee didn't answer. Instead, they shook their head again and said, "Why are you doing this?"

Caretaker furrowed their brows. "What do you mean?"

Whumpee sniffled and wiped at their dripping nose. They refused to look Caretaker in the eye. "Why are you still here?" They asked. "Why are you still pretending to care about me?"

Caretaker's eyes widened. "I'm not pretending," they claimed. "I really do care about you, Whumpee. You're my best friend." Whumpee broke into a fit of sobs, burying their face between their knees. Caretaker didn't know what to do. They had never imagined that someone so strong could be reduced to something so pitiful and weak. They felt horrible for even thinking that of Whumpee, but it was true. Tears began to pour down Caretaker's face as well. "Whumpee...what should I do?" They asked. "Please, tell me what to do to fix this. How can I make you believe me?"

Whumpee shook their head, their face still buried between their knees. "Don't bother," Whumpee mumbled. "I'm hopeless."

A sob unintentionally escaped Caretaker's throat, alerting Whumpee to their crying. Caretaker frantically shook their head and tried to wipe away their tears. "Whumpee, I-"

"I'm so sorry, Caretaker," Whumpee sobbed. "I didn't mean-I'm so sorry."

"Whumpee, it's okay-"

"It's not, it's not, it's not," Whumpee cried. "Please, punish me, Caretaker. Please, I deserve it. I want to be good. Please, punish me."

Caretaker merely stared at them, slack-jawed. They didn't know what to do.

I've decided to continue this story for as long as anyone wants it, because I've been enjoying it a lot as well

I'm also trying to come up with names for both Whumpee and Caretaker. I think I have one for Whumpee, but I haven't settled on it yet. So, if anyone has any suggestions for names, please let me know.

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#writing #amwriting #whump #whump writing #writer #whump blog #whumpee #whumper #whump community #caretaker #whump fic #original writing #original characters #emotional whump #tw flashbacks #tw degradation #pet whump

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mostlymarvelsstuff · 2 years

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20, 10, 6 from the smut prompts for bottom wanda (with a breeding kink) and gp! reader?

Authors note: Sorry it took a while, hope you like it! 💖

Word count: 945 Wanda Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

It’s been a pretty lazy day for the Avengers, which allowed you and your girlfriend to spend more time together than you normally could. For the last few hours you've been in your shared room, watching sitcoms while cuddling on the bed.

Wandas arms wrap around your waist as her head rests on your shoulder. Your arm keeps her close by wrapping around her waist as well. The two of you sit there content with the calmness of being in each other's presence for what feels like, and probably was, hours.

You only notice the change in the room's atmosphere when you feel her hand dip under the waistband of your sweatpants and then boxers. You glance at her in time to see her smirk appear as she innocently looks up at you, her hand moving deeper into your underwear until her fingers are brushing over your cock.

A groan escapes you as her fingers wrap around your length, tugging gently as it begins to harden under her touch. She lets out a satisfied hum when your hips jerk forward slightly, desperate for her touch. Your hand quickly grabs her chin and forces her to look directly at you.

“Can you feel what you're doing to me?” you ask, stroking her cheek. She nods as best she can in your grip with a smile on her face, “Use your words baby.”

“Please Y/n, I want you”

You're quick to straddle her, a soft gasp leaves her as your hands make their way under her shirt to caress her stomach. Her lust blown eyes watch you as you lick your lips before connecting them with hers. She sighs as she opens her mouth for you and you happily deepen the kiss. You only pull away to remove her from her clothes, and she helps remove yours in return.

Your hands caress her chest as your eyes take in the sight before you, “You're so beautiful Wanda.”

A blush settles over her cheeks at your words and her hands reach out to cup your face, “So are you”

You smile before connecting your lips to hers once more. She lets out a slight whimper when she feels your cock brush against her. She spreads her legs even further for you, giving you complete access for where she needs you the most. Your thumb teases her soaked cunt, pulling a moan from her as her hips buck in an attempt to gain more friction.

“Detka(baby), please”

You nod, “Its ok princess, I got you”

Your hands hove to either side of her head as you move your hips forward cousin a loud moan to slip from her as you enter her, stretching her walls in all the right ways as you push deeper into her. You pull back out before slamming back in until your hips meet hers causing another loud moan to leave her as she drags her nails down your back.

“I know baby, I know.” you tell her softly, “Try and stay quiet ok?” She nods, her nails digging into your back as you continue to fuck her.

Grunts, pants and small moans of pleasure fill the room as you rest your forehead against hers, she steals sloppy kisses as your thrusts become faster. You can feel her walls flutter around you as you hit her deepest spots.

“Ooh….right there detka(baby)” she moans, her mouth hanging open as her head leans further back in pleasure

You gently kiss and suck on her neck, “I love the way you look when I’m inside you”

She whimpers, “Fuck, you feel so good. Please don’t stop”

You hum, “Not gonna stop, not until your pretty pussys full of my cum” She moans at your words, her walls squeezing your dick even tighter than before, “You want that, want me to fill you up princess?”

She nods, her arms moving to wrap around your neck and keep you close, “Yes! Yes please, fill me up!”

“Fuck, you're so beautiful” you grunt as her legs wrap around your waist, pulling you even deeper into her, “Imagine how pretty you’d look with a swollen belly, my baby growing inside you.”

“I love you” she moans, “Please fuck a baby into me please Y/n, please!”

A smile spreads across your face, “I love you too, so much princess. I’ll give you exactly what you want, but you gotta cum for me first. Can you do that, baby?”

She eagerly nods, moaning again as your thrusts get even faster. You can feel how close she is, all she needs is a little push so you wrap one of your hands around her throat and squeeze gently, “F- fuck, gonna cum! I’m cumming!”

You both moan together as she cums, causing you to reach your climax as well. Her legs shake as your cum fills her, small grunts escaping you as you continue to sloppily pound into her to help you both through your orgasms. She whines softly with a slight push to your shoulder to let you know she's too sensitive to continue so you stop your movements.

She pulls you down into a searing kiss, moaning into your mouth before you pull away, “I really hope I got you pregnant.”

She giggles, a smile forming on her face, “Me too. Imagine having a malyutka(little one) to hold and love.”

“That would be perfect. I can think of nothing more I’d want to have with the woman I love”

Her eyes sparkle as she looks up at you, “Me either. I love you so much”

“I love you too” you tell her, ending it with a kiss

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#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #marvel #fanfic #marvel fanfiction

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dumfanting · 10 months

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Questionable Conduct, ch 2

Chapter 1

AO3 Link

Rating: E, explicit, minors fuck off

Warnings: Jedi/trooper, (therefore) power dynamics, first times, casual sex, breast/nipple play, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (f receiving), cumming untouched, penetration, PiV, creampie

Notes: Fem reader, second person perspective, present tense

6917 words

(I know I said I’d post this three or four days ago, but 1- I wound up cutting a huge chunk out and then rewriting it twice, and 2- I’m helping my mom recover from a major surgery so she took precedence. I don’t often hype my own work, but this is good. And it better be for almost 7k words! DOGMA FUCKERS COME GET YALL JUICE)

F! Jedi reader/ Dogma

Dogma takes his turn with you, and despite a few speed bumps, the night ends perfectly.

“Tell me what to do,” Dogma says, an equally eager and hungry look in his eyes.

You look at him through your lashes and bite your lip, then prop yourself up on your elbows, moving your face inches from his. He closes the gap and your mouths clash. You snake your arms under his, hook your hands over his shoulders from behind, and pull him with you as you lie back down. Your tongues meet and the needy groan that comes from him fills your mouth. Your hips buck upward against his and he grinds down against you. This happens a few more times before you finally break apart.

“Okay,” you say, panting. “I’m nearly naked, what do you think comes next?”

Cautiously, Dogma hooks his thumbs into the elastic of your panties and starts to pull them off, but stops himself, looking between his hands and your face.

“Sorry. I-is this okay?” he asks, clearly nervous again. You stretch your neck and softly peck his cheek, smiling at him.

“I’m glad you asked,” you say. He starts to move his hands away from you, but you gently grip his wrists, holding them in place. “Do you think I’m okay with this?” you ask, taking on that patient tone again.

“Yes, I-I think so,” he says.

“But?” you prompt.

“But, um, I need to hear it from you directly first, right?” he says, his eyes searching yours.

“That’s right. You should always make sure, good job,” you say, and he makes a small but pleased sound after hearing your praise. “Ask me again,” you say, relaxing back to where you were moments ago.

“Are you okay with this?” he asks, lightly dragging his thumbs along the elastic again and sounding a little more sure of himself. You let his wrists go.

“Yes, I am,” you say before kissing him deeply, your hands coming up to hold either side of his head.

With your explicit permission granted, and still kissing you, he slides your panties downward off of your hips and over your knees before you kick them off. Now completely bare beneath him, you break the kiss and sit up against the headboard of your bed. He shifts back, watching you carefully and breathing heavily. You throw the sheets to the side and open your legs, leaving your wet cunt on full display for him, which is exactly what you wanted.

Dogma's eyes travel down your body, and when he sees your hot sex at last, his jaw drops. Maker, he’s so cute, you think, and can’t help but giggle.

“Do they all look like yours?” he asks, absolutely entranced. You explain that most human women have the same parts and structures, though they will all vary to some degree and feel different from person to person. You even go so far as to hold your labia open and point each part out, naming them. You save your clit for last to emphasize its importance, telling him about sensitivity and nerve endings.

All the while, Dogma is listening with rapt attention, as if going over a briefing before an important mission. You feel a sudden surge of affection for him when you realize how seriously he’s taking this. He meets your eyes for a brief moment before he shyly turns his head away. You softly say his name and ask if he’s alright.

“Yeah, sorry,” he says, looking at you again.

“What are you thinking?” you ask.

“Just wondering how I got this lucky,” he says. The expression of unguarded admiration you see on his face is unusual to you; you’ve never had a partner look at you like that before. Realizing this, you feel a fluttering sensation in your chest which startles you. That’s new.

Dogma looks like he’s going to say something else, but you lean forward and cut him off with a heated kiss. He breaks away first, breathing heavily.

“What was that for?” he asks, confused.

“Do I need a reason?” you ask in response. He regards you for a moment, then shrugs. He then scoots himself between your legs and gently pulls you toward him by the shoulders. He kisses you, but this one is different from the others before; it’s softer. Somehow, this seems much more intimate, and you feel the flutter in your chest again as it happens. He shifts himself and presses his forehead into yours, breathing you in.

“Thank you,” he says, his voice a soft murmur. “I really can’t put into words how much I appreciate this.”

Your heart races as you sense a wave of emotion from him, strong enough to make you physically shiver.

“You don’t have to tell me,” you say, matching his low volume. He sits back and studies your face, looking mildly confused. You take his hand and rest it upon your inner thigh. “Show me,” you whisper, settling his hand gently between your legs.

Dogma swallows loudly and looks at you like he can’t believe you’re real.

“Really? But, I don’t know-,” he says.

You interrupt when you lean forward and kiss him, mirroring his softness.

“Just do what feels right. I’ll stop you if I need to, okay?” you say.

“A-are you sure?” he asks, nervous.

“Please, Dogma,” you say, unknowingly fulfilling his earlier fantasy of you.

He realizes this and groans, turning his hand around to cup your heat. When he feels how wet you are, he breathes in sharply and his eyes widen. He mutters something under his breath, and you giggle before kissing him deeply. When you break apart, you lean forward enough to speak softly into his ear.

“That’s right baby. You did that to me,” you say, your voice husky. He curses under his breath and subtly moves his hand, the heel of his palm grazing your clit and making you gasp. He obviously notices so he does this a few more times, drawing higher breaths out of you with each pass. He slides his index finger along your slit, carefully exploring you. You shift your hips, opening yourself up further for him and making his finger slip against the entrance of your hot cunt. His breath hitches, and he tears his gaze away from his hand to your face, meeting your eyes.

“Can I-?” he whispers, freezing himself until you speak.

“Yes. Touch me,” you say, and he groans, then uses his free hand to hold the back of your head, crushing his lips against yours with a deep moan, the sound making your hips jerk forward.

As this happens, Dogma slips a finger inside you, and it’s your turn to moan. With this encouragement, he starts to slide around inside you, mapping your body out even further.

He’s clumsy, and you make a mental note to bring up keeping his nails short and filed afterward, but right now that doesn’t matter. With each soft gasp and twitch of your body, you can see him growing more comfortable and confident in what he’s doing, and his enthusiasm makes up for his inexperience. He twists his wrist and presses up into a specific spongy area, and you suddenly break away from him.

“Oh fuck,” you pant.

“Shit,” he says, freezing. “You okay?” he asks, and you feel the concern coming off of him.

“Y-yes, I’m fine,” you say, gasping. You grip his jaw, kiss him hard and say “do that again, and don’t stop.”

Dogma does as he’s told and when you cry out in pleasure he can’t help the low groan that escapes his throat.

Emboldened by the sounds you’re making for him, he slips his finger out, then adds another and thrusts them both in and out of you, being sure to focus on that soft spot. After about a minute of this, he angles his wrist again, sliding the heel of his palm against your clit for the second time, and you whimper.

“Good Maker baby, just like that, don’t stop,” you gasp, grinding yourself down onto his hand as a shiver of arousal creeps up your spine.

True to form, he obeys, and seconds later you feel your orgasm wash over you like a strong tide, making you cry out as you clamp yourself around his deft fingers. In an effort to stop you from getting too loud, he holds you tightly and kisses you, swallowing up all your moans and gasps to keep for himself. It doesn’t take long for you to quiet down, and he takes this as a sign to stop. He carefully slips his fingers out of you while you cling to him like a lifeline, gasping.

After a moment, your body relaxes and you slump down into a heap on your back, trying to fight dizziness as you catch your breath. Dogma lies over you, caging you beneath him with his forearms on either side of your head a second time, watching you carefully.

“That was good then?” he asks softly, and he’s so earnest that you can’t help but grin at him.

“Very good, honey, yes,” you say, sitting up enough to softly kiss him.

He smiles confidently at you for the first time ever, and it transforms him entirely; you almost don’t recognize him. His face is relaxed out of his usual neutral frown, and his typically narrowed eyes are opened wider, at ease. At this moment, he’s not thinking or worrying about anything, and he looks like a man without the weight of a war on his shoulders. You realize his guard is completely down, and that he’s trusting you with this vulnerability.

You feel the flutter again, slightly stronger, and barely hold back another shiver. In the furthest recesses of the back of your mind, a small voice that sounds too much like your Masters tells you that this could be a problem later.

Then I’ll deal with it later, you think, stubbornly ignoring the voice.

Dogma drags the finger that was just inside your pussy along your bottom lip. You don’t think he realizes this, so you decide to surprise him. You open your mouth, sliding your tongue over his still-wet fingers and sucking them clean, all the while never breaking eye contact. His jaw drops and he groans your name as you keep this up. Once you’re satisfied, you take him by the shoulders and pull him down even with you, kissing him deeply.

The moment your tongues meet, and Dogma gets that small taste of you, he pulls away from you and curses.

“Dank ferrik,” he pants, and you can tell he’s trying his best to not take you here and now. “You taste amazing, can I get more?”

You bite your lip and nod enthusiastically at him. He thanks you with another soulful kiss, and you spread your legs again for him. He shifts backward, but when he glances between your soaked cunt and your face, you notice the hesitation in his eyes. After a moment passes and he doesn’t move, you sit up and gesture for him to come closer to your upper half again, which he does.

“Talk to me honey. What’s holding you back?” you ask, taking on that patient tone as you softly cup his cheek. He relaxes into your touch, and after appearing to debate with himself, he eventually speaks.

“I- I want to, so badly, but I’m worried I’ll screw up,” he says.

“It’s alright baby, I know this is still new territory for you,” you say, understanding, before you softly kiss him.

“Please, what should I do?” he asks, almost begging, and you feel another strong wave of affection for him.

You gently hold the back of his head and pull him even with your bare breasts. Confused but compliant, he takes your right nipple between his lips and gently sucks at it, flicking his tongue over the hardened bud the same way he had earlier. You groan at the feeling, and he notices, gradually using more pressure and nipping at your tit. You whine and your hips twitch against him. With your hand still on the back of his head, you push him downward again past your waist. When you feel his hot breath on your throbbing clit, you meet his eyes and it looks like he understands.

“Here too?” he asks, whispering.

“Be mindful of your teeth and pressure, but god, yes, just like that,” you say, dragging your nails along his scalp.

He parts his lips, but hesitates again. You gently hold his chin and lift his face to better see him.

“You don’t have to,” you say. “Remember, when you say ‘stop’, everything stops. What happens from here is entirely up to you, Dogma,” you repeat, speaking firmly but not unkindly, the way you had before all of this began. You can see the want in his eyes and sense it pulsing out of him, but you still move your hands away from him entirely, signaling that he’s free to leave.

“I…” he says, stopping to swallow loudly. “I’ll just start slowly, if that’s okay?” he says.

“Whatever you’re comfortable with honey. Take your time,” you say.

Dogma shifts forward and kisses you with that same softness from earlier. You make a pleased humming sound and press your forehead into his, then you both stay like that for a moment, eyes closed, breathing each other in. Eventually he moves, murmuring a barely-audible ‘thank you’ before slipping back downward.

As he does, you reposition yourself, widening your legs a little more and laying back, looking up at the ceiling, correctly guessing that he won’t feel as pressured as he would if you were watching him. When you feel his breath on your skin again, you reach down and take one of his hands into your own, interlacing your fingers and giving him a reassuring squeeze. He shyly squeezes you back.

There’s a tense pause. You can hear him taking a deep breath. The next thing you know, his lips are on you, and you gasp.

Just as he had earlier with his fingers, he cautiously feels around you with his tongue, carefully exploring your body. After about a minute of this, he boldly licks a wide swath upwards along your pussy, barely grazing your clit as he goes. Your grip on his hand tightens and you whine. He slides his strong tongue between your lips and circles it around your entrance, lapping up as much of your wetness as he can. He moves his tongue between flicking the tip against your clit and tracing it around your opening. You squirm in an attempt to feel more of him on you and inside you. He wraps his lips around your aching clit and hums. You react by bucking your hips upward against his mouth and he responds by using his free hand to hold you in place.

When you try to move but can’t, he chuckles and you realize that he’s teasing you.

“Oh god,” you groan, desperate for his touch. He tugs at your hand and you reposition yourself so that you can see his face. The raw need that you find in his eyes and feel pouring out of him makes you shiver yet again.

“Say my name,” he says. “Beg for me, Commander.”

“Fucking touch me again, please Dogma,” you whine, giving in and begging, fulfilling another one of his fantasies. His hips jerk forward against the mattress.

“Sith hells, I love the way my name sounds coming from your mouth,” he says, breathing heavily. “Do you have any idea how fucking long I’ve wanted this?” he says.

Before you can respond, Dogma drops back between your legs and plunges his tongue into your cunt without hesitation, and you clap your hand over your mouth to hold back a loud cry. He dips in and out of you, and the sound of him slurping at your pussy is obscene.

He switches tactics, withdrawing his tongue and replacing it with his two fingers, instead focusing his mouth onto your clit as he fucks you with his hand. With a series of quick taps to the head of your clit, you feel yourself convulse, so close to another orgasm but not quite there yet. You realize that he’s edging you and whine.

“Oh, fuck, please, I’m so fucking close,” you say between gasps for air, nearly sobbing with need.

“You going to come for me Commander?” he says, shocking you with this sudden display of confidence.

“Yes! By the Maker Dogma, I am begging you to let me come,” you say, trying unsuccessfully to grind yourself down against his face.

“That’s my good girl,” he purrs, diving back into you again. His hips twitch and he takes your clit between his teeth, without using too much pressure, and sucks at the head, passing his tongue over it at the same time.

You clamp your hand down over your mouth again, desperately trying to muffle your loud moans. You remember that he’s still holding your hand and grip him white-knuckled, rocking yourself against his face.

He suddenly hums loudly around your pulsating clit and you come so hard that you squirt for the first time in your life, soaking Dogma's face and the bed below.

He drinks it up and groans into you, the vibration pushing you into overstimulation. Your entire body locks up and you quiver around him. Your hand flies from your mouth to the back of his head, and only when you scratch your nails along the back of his neck does he let up on you.

He shifts back, and you can feel him panting against your hot skin. As a finishing move, he locks eyes with you and licks a wide path along your pussy, flicking the end of your clit with the tip of his tongue just one more time and wrenching another orgasm out of you. As he does, he frees your hand and you quickly slap both over your mouth, barely muffling a loud scream as you come for a third time that night.

Panting and sweating, Dogma sits up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then quickly scoots towards you and lies at your side before unconsciously imitating what you had done with him earlier: He holds you tightly to his chest, tucking your head under his chin.

“Fuck, I went too far, didn’t I?” he says, his worry over you bringing him back to his senses.

It takes you a few attempts to speak, but you’re eventually able to manage it.

“No, no you didn’t. I could have stopped you, remember?” you say, still trying to catch your breath.

“Then why didn’t you?” he asks, moving to look you in the eye.

“Easy,” you pant. “I was enjoying it too much,” you say, chuckling.

He can’t think of anything to say, so he instead softly shakes his head at you and presses his forehead into yours. As you relax, you feel yourself melting into a fucked-out puddle between him and the mattress.

The two of you stay like that long enough for your body to stop spasming and your breathing to even back out.

As you relax, you stretch your legs and feel a wet spot that you know didn’t come from you. You sit up to investigate, supporting your weight with your arm. When you see your right calf resting in a puddle of cum, you realize what happened. Dogma sits up, wondering what you're doing, then sees what you found. You glance over at him, and you don’t need to be Sensitive to feel his embarrassment. Heat erupts across his cheeks, and he hides his face behind his hands while flopping down onto his back with a loud groan. You hold back a giggle with effort and lie back down beside him.

He mumbles something you can’t fully hear. You gently take hold of his wrists and pull his hands away from his face. He opens his mouth to say something, but before he gets the chance, you kiss him softly. Only pulling back once you feel him relax, you shake your head at him, just once.

“S-sorry, I, um,” he says, stumbling over his words and unable to look at you. “couldn’t stop it,” he says, his voice barely reaching your ears.

“Aw, baby,” you say, carefully holding his chin and turning him to face you. “It happens sometimes,” you say, then pause to think. “If it helps, you aren’t the only one here who’s done that,” you say. The relief you sense from him is so sudden and strong you can’t help but chuckle at him.

“And before you ask, no, I’m not telling you who, you guys talk enough shit as it is,” you say, rolling your eyes.

“Besides,” you continue, softening your voice and scooting even closer to him, “I’m flattered.” You two kiss, then settle back down and relax into each other again. Neither of you know how long you stay like that.

Eventually Dogma sits back up, pulling you upright with him. He settles his arms around your waist, and you link your hands behind his neck, pulling him closer and kissing him deeply. He backs away first, and when his eyes meet yours, you Sense that same intense emotion pouring out of him that you did earlier. You feel that odd fluttering sensation in your chest, but once more ignore it in favor of relishing the peace that’s settled over you both.

“S-so,” he eventually says, nervously keeping his voice down. “Um, what happens now?” he says, shifting back from you. You scoot forward and press your forehead against his.

“You can go back to your bunk,” you say, taking on that patient, understanding tone, and he visibly deflates.

“Or,” you continue. “You can stay here and see this night through. What do you want?” you ask. He swallows loudly.

“Um,” he says, then chuckles nervously. “I mean… What else is there?” he says. You lean back and regard him for a moment.

“Well, you haven’t fucked me yet,” you say, matter of factly with a smirk, and he groans.

“Good maker,” he says, speaking at a normal volume, “do you want me to?”

“I don’t want you to,” you say, but before the disappointment completely spreads across his face, you suddenly grab him by the shoulders, yank him towards you, and kiss him deeply. It’s so long before you two come back up for air that you’re both panting.

“I need you to,” you purr into his ear. Dogma wraps his arms around you and rolls you onto your back, kissing you feverishly the entire time.

“Fuck, say it again Commander,” he growls, nipping along your collarbone as he hover over you.

You grasp the sides of his head, move his face a breath away from yours, and say his name.

“Dogma,” you say, your voice dripping with lust. “I need you to fuck me,” you say, and he groans in your ear.

Appearing to move without being conscious of it, he nudges your legs apart with his knees, grasps his hard cock by the base, and teases you by dragging the head up and down your folds, pausing to rub it against your clit. You let out a needy whine and shift your hips in an attempt to take him in.

He continues this for a few seconds, then glances up and catches your eye, freezing. You grip his shoulders and kiss him, losing count of how many times you’ve done so tonight, and when you pull away, you smile at him.

“You made sure to check,” you say, though you’re barely holding yourself back. “That’s my good boy. Go ahead.”

He whimpers at your praise and his hips twitch forward while he tightly grips yours.

He carefully lines himself up and shifts forward with his knees, pushing himself inside of you far enough to bottom out, then he takes a moment to savor the amazing new feeling of your hot, wet cunt surrounding his cock. His face is turned upward, his eyes closed. His mouth is open in a soft ‘O’ and he’s already breathing heavily. Maker, he’s perfect, you think. You move one of your hands and hold it over his on your hip, then take the other and press gently into his chest, over his pounding heart.

When he meets your eyes and you see the pure, unguarded awe on his face, you feel another strong surge of affection for him. You stretch your torso upward enough to softly peck his lips.

“Will you fuck me, Dogma?” you ask in a whisper.

He slips his hips backward, almost pulling out of you entirely, then abruptly slams himself forward, hard, and hits you so deeply that you moan. With a low growl, he nips at your throat before kissing you, pulling himself back out.

“Yes Ma’am,” he says, then snaps his hips into yours, making you both cry out.

You lie back down and rest an arm behind your head, arching your back and drawing your legs closer together, tightening your grip on him. He curses under his breath before carefully moving back and forth a few more times. He looks down at you, and you can tell he wants to really let go and take you, but he’s hesitant to do so. You prop yourself up on an elbow and gently hold the back of his head, pulling him down closer to you. As you kiss him, he bucks his hips down into you, making you whine against his mouth. You lean back and he whispers your name.

“Please,” he says. “What else should I know?”

You kiss him again and quickly tell him that it’s difficult for you to come from just penetration, and in fact a lot of women are like this. Before he asks what he can do for you, you gently take his hand off your hip and position it over where your two bodies have connected, telling him to work your clit like he had before. Once more listening carefully, his face is serious as he takes it all in.

“Yes, ma’am. Anything else?” he asks.

“Oh there’s a hell of a lot more, though we aren’t going there any time soon. But, as a final note, try to ask where they want you to cum before you do. The safest bet is outside, if they don’t make it very clear to you,” you say, and he nods.

“That’s all you’ll need for now. Like before, you just do what comes naturally, and lI’ll stop you if I need to,” you continue. He lets out a nervous exhale before pressing his forehead into yours, murmuring yet another soft thank you.

“You’ve done so well for me tonight, my good boy,” you coo, and his hips involuntarily buck forward, thrusting his cock into you and making you both gasp. You prop yourself back up and kiss him passionately. He breaks away first.

“Please, Commander, I want you so badly, can I?” he says, almost desperate.

“I want to hear you actually say it,” you tease. He swallows loudly again, then takes a deep breath.

“Commander, I… I want to,” he says before pausing, and you can tell he’s working up the nerve. “Oh my god,” he says under his breath. He clears his throat.

“I want to fuck you, I need to feel what it’s like for you to come around my cock, please,” he says, making your heart beat even faster.

“There’s my good boy. Fuck me Dogma, I’m all yours,” you say, and no sooner had the words left your lips, he crashes his own into you, and the two of you exchange a deep, soulful kiss. He interlocks his fingers with yours, and you give him another reassuring squeeze. Before continuing in earnest, he shifts between having you lie back or sit up against the headboard, trying to find a position that feels right, pausing regularly to check in with you or ask what to do.

After you suggest something, he slips out of you and sits himself up against the headboard, swapping places with you. He crosses his legs, tucking his ankles under his knees, and watches you anxiously as you also start to move into place. Keeping your legs open, you straddle his lap and grip his shoulders for stability as you oh so slowly sink yourself onto his hard cock.

When he hilts into you completely, he whines your name, and it’s music to your ears. Straddling him, you link your hands behind his neck and your chests press together. You giggle, then speak softly in his ear.

“You know something? I love the way my name sounds on your lips too,” you purr, and Dogma curses, wrapping his arms around your upper body.

He hooks his hands onto your from behind, getting a good grip on you.

After he softly says your name again, all but begging you to move, you decide to stop teasing him.

You keep your hands on his shoulders and use him as leverage to lift yourself up. Once you feel his cock head at your entrance, you smirk at him and slam yourself back down. His jaw drops and he whines. Again, slowly bending your knees and using your thighs, you lift yourself almost completely off of him, only to quickly let yourself back down.

You eventually fall into a rhythm, and despite the ache in your knees and the burning in your thighs, you hold steady; The pants and gasps and moans you’re working out of Dogma are exactly the motivation you need to keep moving.

Just as your legs start to tremble from the effort, Dogma takes the lead. He switches his hands from your shoulders to your hips, spearing himself into you as he makes you bounce on his cock. His grip is tight, and you may be bruised afterward, but you don’t care. If anything, the thought of carrying his marks on your body turns you on even more.

As he fucks upwards into you, you cling to him for dear life, panting a mix of curses and praise into his ear, encouraging him to continue. After a particularly deep thrust, you clap a hand over your mouth, muffling the loud moan that escaped from you just in time.

Slowing, but not stopping, Dogma moves to kiss you, relishing in the novel sensations of your moans in his mouth. He breaks away and speaks.

“I want you on your back,” he says.

“Then put me there,” you respond with a smirk.

With that, still fucking you and holding your hips, he unfolds his legs, moves to his knees, and lays you on your back. His hand holds the back of your head until you relax into the mattress, then he slides it down your neck and upper chest before cupping one of your breasts. He watches, seemingly mesmerized by the way they bounce in time with the thrusting of his hips. You notice this, and so you stretch your arms upward over your head as you arch your back, exaggerating their motion.

He fucks into you harder in response, then slips his hand back down, moving from your tit to the point where your bodies meet. You watch him pause briefly, as if to remember something, before he clumsily jabs his thumb against your clit.

He’s using too much pressure though, and when he sees the discomfort on your face, he takes this as a sign to stop. As he meets your eyes, he quits moving entirely, bending at the waist to bring his face closer to yours.

“That was too much,” he says softly. “I’m sorry mesh’la.”

“Hey,” you respond, cupping his cheek yet again. “At least you noticed, and before I said anything at that,” you say, dragging your thumb along his cheekbone.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asks, genuinely worried.

The odd flutter happens again, but you’re able to ignore it, instead entirely focusing on Dogma.

“No, baby, you didn’t. It just pinched a little,” you say. You can tell he’s about to apologize again, so you stop him from doing so by holding the other side of his face and kissing him feverishly.

“You don’t have to apologize honey, you’re still learning. I don’t expect you to be perfect from the get go, okay?” you say, assuaging his concern. He simply nods at you.

You relax again and grind your hips against his, giving him the okay to continue, but he only moves after you nod at him.

You aren’t sure if it’s because he’s now being cautious about hurting you, or if he’s finally running out of energy, but you notice that he’s more careful with you this time. The strokes of his hips are evenly measured, softer, and so much more sensual than before.

He steadily moves faster, but doesn’t resume the pace he had set before stopping. You can’t remember the last time someone was this gentle with you; it was refreshing.

As he finds his rhythm again, you drag your arms back down, bent at the elbow, even with your sides. You intend to wrap them around his back and hold him close, but he stops you by taking one of your hands into his, once more interlacing your fingers together. He uses his other hand to brush a few stray hairs out of your face, then leans further downward to kiss you again.

You hum into him, and use your free hand to hold the back of his neck and keep him at your level. You start to raise your hips to meet his thrusts, and he switches tactics, focusing on depth now, and it’s working.

You moan into him as he plunges himself further into your hot cunt, and in response, he slips his thumb back down to your clit. Watching your face, he gently rubs around it, gradually pressing against it. Your breath hitches and you curse.

“Yes baby, just like that, don’t stop,” you whine, and he continues to rub tight circles around the head while still penetrating you.

You feel a familiar tension start to develop just above your pelvis, and squeeze his hand as you gasp his name.

“Oh, fuck, Dogma, don’t stop, I’m so fucking close now,” you say, your voice high and your tone desperate. He crushes his lips against yours.

“Good,” he says, then picks up speed while still hitting you deeply, his grip on your hand growing stronger. “So am I.”

You feel the tension intensify, and once again raise your hips in time with his thrusts, this time without stopping. He groans and fucks you harder, all the while keeping his thumb moving just right around your tender clit.

“Oh, fuck,” he suddenly half-shouts.

“You gonna cum for me baby?” you ask, your voice husky, and he whimpers.

“Oh fuck yes, where-?” he pants, and you decide to break one of your rules.

“Cum inside me Dogma,” you say, looking into his eyes. “I want you to fill me up.”

No sooner had the words left your lips, his muscles locked and you could feel his cock twitching inside you, painting your walls with his seed. He stays still, panting for a moment, before continuing to fuck you, matching his previous desperate efforts. Your surprise at this is almost immediately overshadowed by the tension in your belly finally snapping.

As you come, Dogma cups the back of your head while kissing you. You pull away with a curse when your legs lock into place, quivering as your pussy milks any remaining cum out of him. He curses before pulling out.

He watches your legs relax again, and after they do, he can see his cum dripping out of you. He groans your name, and you decide to really make an impression on him. You flex your kegels and more of it flows out of you. Meanwhile, you watch his face, thinking again about how fucking cute he is.

You relax yourself completely, panting for breath. Dogma tears himself away from your leaking cunt, appears to think for a moment, then gets to his feet and goes into the refresher on shaky legs. You barely notice this, so you’re mildly startled when you suddenly feel a warm, wet rag wiping you clean. You prop yourself up on your elbows and he awkwardly sits back from you.

“Sorry, should I not-?” he says, but you notice that he doesn’t sound as anxious this time.

“I’m just surprised you thought to do that,” you admit, grunting as you move into a sitting position.

“Y-yeah, I um, overheard one of the guys say something about it a long time ago,” he says, casually dropping the soiled rag onto the floor. He grabs a thick towel you didn’t notice before and spreads it over the wet spots on the mattress, covering it up so you both won’t feel it.

You lie back down, opening your arms for him, and he eagerly joins you. You turn onto your side and slip your arms under his, holding him close. Dogma does the same, settling his arms around your waist and burying his face into your chest.

Not wanting to move again, you raise a hand and use the Force to pull the covers back up over the two of you. Dogma yawns and shifts himself, stilling when his head is roughly even with yours. You touch your foreheads together and he whispers yet another thank you. You softly shake your head at him.

“You don’t need to keep doing that, you know,” you say quietly.

“Maybe not but I want to,” he says. He’s quiet for a moment, then speaks again.

“I was being serious earlier, nobody has ever been as kind to me as you’ve been tonight,” he continues, rubbing his thumb against your skin.

“And I’m being serious now,” you say, lightly dragging your fingers along his scalp. “That’s terrible and unfair.”

“Well,” he says, “this makes up for it.” He smiles softly at you and you almost don’t recognize him again; it’s so unusual to see him with his guard down, let alone relaxed to this degree.

“Happy to help then,” you say, smiling back.

The chrono on the wall chimes, and you both turn your heads to look at it. He’s been here for almost two hours, and you both curse under your breath.

“Are you needed anywhere else?” you ask, turning back toward him.

“Not this late, no,” he says. You can see the conflict on his face, and ask what he’s thinking.

“I should go,” he says. He sits up, rests his elbows on his knees, and holds his head in his hands. You also sit up, and hold an arm around his shoulders. Your other hand gently pulls his away from his head.

“But…?” you ask, prompting him to continue.

“I,” he says, pausing to sigh. “I feel like I should stay with you.” he says, turning his head in your direction.

You smile softly at him and cup his cheek. He leans into your touch, closing his eyes and noticeably relaxing with a long exhale.

“Then stay,” you say. “Jesse and Hardcase know you’re here, remember? I’m sure they’ve told the others by now, they’ll cover for you.”

Dogma holds back a scoff, but you see the brief change in his expression.

“You seem so sure,” he says.

“I am sure, Dogma,” you say sternly, sitting back and crossing your arms. “Every last one of them has agreed to keep each other out of trouble when it comes to me. That’s a direct order from their Commander,” you continue.

Dogma startles you by laughing. It isn’t loud but he’s never laughed around you before.

“Good soldiers follow orders,” he says, shaking his head.

Something about that sentence unsettles you, but you brush it off.

“Alright then,” he continues. “Orders, ma’am?” he asks with a smirk. You playfully roll your eyes and jab his shoulder before falling onto your back with your arms above your head, returning to where you were a few minutes ago.

You notice him shamelessly watching the way the movement made your tits bounce and can’t help but shake them a little while you laugh at him. He realizes that he’s been caught, but instead of looking away, he smirks at you before quickly coming toward you and hovering over you on his hands and knees. He meets your eyes, and you can sense it again, whatever that strong emotion is.

Before you can ponder this any further, he surprises you by wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close and rolling the two of you over so that you’re on top of him. The startled sound that comes out of you is cut off when he stretches his neck and kisses you. You hum into him, content, before reluctantly pulling away. Your eyes meet and you hold back a shiver at the adoration and gratitude you see in him. You sigh and lightly trace your finger across his facial tattoo.

“Stay with me, Dogma,” you say softly.

“Is that an order?” he asks with a smirk.

“If you want it to be,” you say.

He makes a show of thinking about it, then pulls your face even with his. He kisses you yet again, and when you break apart, he smiles widely at you.

“Yes ma’am.”

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