Can we please get more NSFW alphabets? Preferably Jaime or Brienne?
yes bestie I will do a jaime one as well but for now here is brienne!!!
NSFW Alphabet | Brienne of Tarth
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*i tried to write gn!reader, but most of this implies f!reader
Content warning (MDNI) below the cut
A - Aftercare
(What they're like after sex)
Such a soothing, intimate and loving soul at heart
She would wrap you in her arms, pull you so close to her chest
Not wanting to part from your skin any point
Legs tangled, her lips against the crown of your head, your hands tracing the curve of her waist and hips
Encourages you to sleep, ensuring you're safe with her and you can let yourself rest, especially the marathon you both just ran
And runs her lips along the traces of bruises she has left
A little protective, asking if she's hurt you in any way and not believing you when you say no
Gives her the excuse to search your body again, running her hands along all parts of you, inescapable affection
Tucks you both under the large animal skins of the bed, snuggling in close, you tucked into her chest or her into yours, it didn't matter, she just wants to be able to feel your heartbeat to remind herself that you're safe and in her arms
B - Body Part
(Favourite on you and on them)
She's in love with your stomach area
Around your navel gets all the attention when you two get freaky
Licked and kissed to the nines, the plushy mound pushing back against her face as she snuggles into it makes her feral
Have your hands in her short hair while she abuses your belly and she could moan
On herself, the poor thing, she finds it hard to find something
But she likes her strength, and her ability to protect, if that counts
But even that she beats herself up about, thinking it is not good enough
But she does become proud of herself when she acts a little more dom with you and sees how easily she can push you around
C - Cum
(Anything to do with cum)
A clean lady
Does not like the mess of it, but will not judge you if you came loose on her fingers
Lays towels down under you both at times to protect the sheets or the bedroll
Or if you're out in the wilderness, she encourages you both to go for a swim in a nearby lake to wash off
She holds you close to her and splashes the water against your cum covered body while you do the same to her
But if she has you cum undone from her hands, grab her wrist and lick your own seed off of her fingers and she'll melt
Gets shy as she watches you do it, turning her head away and chuckling in shock at your confidence
D - Dominant
(How they are as a dom)
She does not love being the dom very often
She prefers it to be equal power between you two, wanting you both to be accounted for and have it very intimate
But on the times where you beg it from her, a spark starts behind her eyes
Sometimes if she's feeling herself, she'll be quite commanding
Doing a little 'spin' movement with her finger to get you to spin around naked in front of her so she can get a good look (ugh fuck)
Or having her touch you up while she's in her knight gear
And having you come to her rather than her to you, a lot "Come here love" as she pats her lap AH
She loves when she's spooning you and using her hand on you, whispering "This feel good baby?" while you can only writhe and thrust against her ruthless hand
E - Experience
(How much experience do they have?)
Canonically, she has none
Due to her looks and stature she never felt truly desired growing up or even as an adult
So when she meets you, she is the most willing to please partner ever
Super shy during your first time, asking if you're okay consistently
And a lot of "are you sure?"s when you ask for sex for the first time from her
It takes her a while to become comfortable and less tense during your intimate moments
Due to her insecurity, and getting nervous about you seeing her naked
But after some time when she realises how much you truly do want her, she melts to your touch and becomes so much more responsive
Eventually working up the courage to initiate sex with you herself
F - Favourite Position
(Speaks for itself)
AMAB!/strapon: cowgirl with her on top
Makes her be able to have the control but also be on display for you
And the eye contact would go crazy
Like she would have trouble trying to keep it with you, but if you move her jaw to force her eyes to yours, omg she feels her insides turn to jelly
AFAB: Mentioned before, but she loves to lay behind you in a spooning position and be reaching around to play with you with her fingers
And loves when you reach back and do the same for her
And having her hardened buds pressing against your back and your sweat mixing as you rock your hips back and forth from her hands
Drives her insane, and she loves the intimacy of being able to kiss and bite along your neck
G - Goofy
(How serious are they?)
She is quite serious during the moment
She herself does not joke around heaps, trying to focus on keeping the sex intimate
Loves to hear more the sounds of breathless moans and whimpers
But a laugh will leave her mouth if you make a joke
Or she kind of short circuits when you make a suggestive or hot remark towards her
Like she kinda laughs awkwardly and doesn't know how to look at you, getting all flustered
H - Hair
(How well groomed are they?)
She is not one to worry about her body hair that much
But she likes to keep it clean and short, much like the hair on her head, so it doesn't get annoying or catch on things
Trims it when she can
But to be honest, it is so blonde and light that it's hard to even see sometimes
Besides the thicker darker hairs on her pelvic bone
Which she looses her mind a bit when you drop down to eat her out, brushing against the black hairs there and making her legs shiver
I - Intimacy
(The romantic aspect)
A must for this knight
She is such a stubborn woman that needs a lot of trust in someone for them to even see her naked
But to have sex with you? She would absolutely adore you to initiate it
Meaning intimacy is a natural addition to your sessions
She loves a build up in words, teasing each other with flirty remarks while her hands roam under your clothes and yours across her clothed chest and neck
And the touches become more aggressive, more desperate and you interrupt each others hot remarks with lips tangling together
Dragged out foreplay with a lot of "I love you"s that naturally slip out without you thinking
And body worship, oh how she LOVES body worship, giving and receiving
Give her the love she deserves, make her feel like the most beautiful goddess in Westeros
Because she is
J - Jack Off
(How often? Where abouts?)
Not often at all
Hardly ever, she does not like to
Of course she gets the urge to, but is often on edge due to being in the woods or sharing a room in a tavern with a stinky old man and does not get the chance
She did not try it until she was a lot older, when she overheard a young whore talking about how she touches herself to some paying customer in a brothel/tavern
And she grew curious, and when she found the time alone in a safe place, she gave it a try, copying what the whore was explaining but on herself
If there is any chance that she could get caught, she would not dare
And she feels the need to be on a constant guard, whether that be when protecting Catelyn or Renly
So there is not much time for her to truly rest and relax and treat herself like that
K - Kinks
(One or more of their kinks?)
PRAISE PRAISE PRAISE
Compliment this woman and worship her and she will be in pieces at your feet
Blue eyes wide and dazed from your praises while she goes at you, eye momentarily rolling back from you running a hand through her soft blonde hair as you compliment her
"You think too highly of me, Y/N. I'm only serving you how a knight should."
Also a service/chivalry kink if that makes sense, but she is the one in charge
Likes to feel like the lady rather than the knight at times, laying back and being worshipped by your hands and mouth
And bossing you around, although she can become quite shy about it and you have to encourage her to tell you what to do
also WAX! she is obsessed with wax play!
Especially on her, the way it drips and hardens on her glossy skin makes her twitch and writhe
And watching you have that control over her has her quivering under you
L - Location
(Favourite place to do the do)
A good old tavern room
But obviously the more expensive, extensive ones, with a fire, big bed and privacy
With warm animal skins littering the bed and having you sprawled all over them for her
Especially when she is reading near the fire and she glances over to see you laying beautifully and deliciously naked on the sheets
Gets her worked up and doesn't take long for her to come over
But also just loves the privacy to be able to be naked with you in the warmth in general, even if you're not even having sex, but to feel your heated skin against hers
Also you guys have done it in your small camp next to a lake when it was completely secluded
But that is a rare treat for her, she does not like public sex to any degree, even if you're out in the woods far from any roads or towns
M - Motivation
(What turns them on?)
Protection, and the need to have you close and safe with her
Pulling you a little closer in the tent when she hears a twig snap, or putting you behind her when someone approaches you both
Being able to give you safety turns her on, and she even at times initiates soft, comforting touches after she's fought for you against something or someone
Like she became scared she would lose you, and needs to feel you as close to her as possible afterwards
Also, mentioned before, when she sees you all open and sprawled on her bed like a budding flower
She does not know how to react, but she becomes so unbelievably turned on just knowing that you're over there waiting for her to jump on you
And hearing your whiny voice trying to get her attention just makes her snap and she puts down whatever she was doing to come over and ravish you
N - No
(What turns them off?)
Disloyalty, any kind of betrayal or flirtatious attention that you give to someone else would have her destroyed
This comes from not only her loyalty as a knight, but also from her fear of rejection and being replaced
She was ridiculed for her looks her whole life, and to think that she had finally found someone to then have them betray her? it would shatter her
Bleeds into her fear and hatred for degradation, do not insult her
Wants you both to be treated beautifully during sex and have it be a moment of appreciation, of love and of worship
Anything that makes one of you seem lesser than the other is a big no no
O - Oral
(How good are they? Do they prefer receiving or giving?)
She learns with time
Is very nervous to try giving at first because it is a very vulnerable position for her, but her desire to please you out does her fear
Slow and careful, small movements and hands massaging your thighs as she works her magic
But the sounds you gave her encourages her to become more confident in her movements, and almost melts when you swing a leg over her shoulder to feel her more
Has a habit of asking if she's doing okay, but she gets her answer when you just grab her hair and push her back down
For giving, it takes a LONG time to convince her to let you eat her out
And when you eventually do, she is sitting up on her elbows and watching your every move
But the sight of you between her legs is too much for her to resist, and she learns to enjoy herself instead of worrying so much about what you might be thinking
P - Pace
(Fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)
Slow and sensual every time, unless you beg for her to go faster
She makes you come undone from her slow, deep affections on you, feeling every stroke in every inch of your body as she attacks your mouth with hers
Swallowing your slow moans with each thrust/stroke that she gave you with her hand
Speeds up slightly when she hears your noises change, helping you chase your high, but still remaining somewhat slow to further drag out your pleasure
Q - Quickie
(Are they a fan of them or not?)
She does not seem to be too into them
If she is being summoned for something, she is too focused on her duty to focus on anything, even if it's you begging for her to come back to bed while she ties up the straps on her armour
She gives you a pity look and a forehead kiss, saying she will return to your shared tent when she is done with the meeting
And she likes to take her time with you and drag out your intimacy, so quickies do not give her the chance to do that
And that bothers her
Too much of a good girl when it comes to duty, will even get a bit "Sorry baby not now." if you're kissing up on her when she's getting ready to leave
But of course will make it up to you later, apologising for brushing you off with some well needed tongue kisses
R - Risk
(How willing are they to experiment?)
Very hesitant, it takes a lot to convince her
But she does become curious with some surprising things, such as wax play
But she does not like to do anything crazy, preferring vanilla sex much over anything else
S - Submissive
(How are they as a sub?)
She prefers to be the sub over the dom
Because she sees herself as such a strong and leading woman outside of the bedroom
And her duty and need to constantly be in charge and be her best for her commander would worn her out
So having you take control and just use her to your will is a dream for her
A bit of a pillow princess, letting you kiss down her body and lick along her skin
Pushing her into whatever position you wish for her to be in
Gets inpatient though! And will be commanding if you are teasing her very obviously
"Just get on with it." she hisses out while you circle her clit with your tongue for the hundredth time
But don't fuck around too much with her, tease her too much and she is very quick to flip the switch and use your immense strength against you
T - Toys
(Do they like them? Do they use them on you? On themselves?)
She feels no need for them
When she has her hands and tongue, and you of course, she does not feel the need to include toys and other objects in the bedroom
Although, she does find them quite daunting
And her love for vanilla sex runs too deep, so involving something foreign makes her uneasy
You are very much enough for her, and she is satisfied
U - Unfair
(How much do they like to tease?)
She doesn't like to tease much
Like said before, she doesn't love to joke around heaps in sex because she values the intimacy way too much
And teasing requires confidence, which she lacks at times in the bedroom
So she prefers to not hold herself back from you, giving you all you want
Also doesn't like teasing to be done to her, because she thinks it as you maybe messing with her and she over thinks it
Being cruel to each other, even if it is cheeky teasing, doesn't sit right with her
V - Volume
(How loud are they? What kind of sounds do they make?)
She is quiet at first
Takes time to build her confidence to let out some noises
But sometimes she lets out very loud, sudden moans that causes her to clamp her hand over her mouth in surprise
Shocked that you elicited that from her
A lot of heavy sighs and haa~ from her, not so much moans often
And her shyness is a part of it too, it's her nightmare to have someone outside know what you two are doing
Sometimes when you're getting loud from her, she hands you a pillow to muffle your noises against before she continues her assault
W - Wildcard
(A random headcanon)
She LOVES teaching you how to fight with a sword
Gets her all turned on and horned for you
Especially when you're winning against her
And there's times where she lets you take the upper ground just so she can feel overpowered
And also having you look after her after she's had a big day? omg her dream
Being in a shared bath while you wipe the dirt from every bit of her body
And having your hands run through her short hair
She always closes her eyes and indulges in the moment, feeling herself become more and more needy for you by the second
X - Xtra
(A little scene)
You woke to the sound of your tall lover buckling the straps of her armour over her shoulder
"So soon my love? I'm sure Renly can wait for your duty. You are so good for him, he can spare you a few moments."
Your warm body pressed against Brienne's back, still bare from your shared affections the night prior.
She dropped the buckle and turned to you, a gentle hand on your face.
"I will return soon, my sweet, and I promise to make up to you the time lost."
A raised eyebrow painted on your face. "Make up it up to me? In what way."
Brienne landed a deep kiss to your mouth. "In all the ways you can imagine, now go back to sleep and rest. You'll need it."
Y - Yearning
(How high is their sex drive?)
It is very low
Her stress and duty is too high and she is very often distracted from those kinds of thoughts
So she can go weeks and even months without desiring sex, especially when you're not around her
But when it's just you and her, the urge increases threefold
She gets very desperate for you, but does not know how to voice it
Lingering touches along your thighs, your chest, a kiss that lasts too long and involves a little too much tongue to be innocent
Until you eventually chuckle and ask her outright what she wants, and she finally gives in
But due to her not having sex often, when she does, it lasts a while
Which is why she often loves to drag it out with you; to savour the taste and the pleasures that she will relive for the next however long so
Z - Zzz
(How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)
Slow to sleep
She holds you close, listening to your breathing and laying her head on your chest to feel your muscles move up and down beneath her
Tracing the scars across your chest and belly, soothing you to sleep
She feels safe, and happy, and in love, and that is something that she finds hard to believe
So she savours the feeling, drinking in your warmth with her hands and her heart
And she drifts off to sleep eventually, when she is satisfied with how much she has admired the situation
And it is always the best sleep she gets in months
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AN: Sorry lads for my lack of fics and alphabets being posted, have been a little burnt out with writing and wanted to step back, hopefully more are coming! headcanons are best for me right now
Requests for headcanons / reactions always open~
cregan who loves to be soft with you, loves to look in your eyes and hold your hand when you’re fucking. he’ll kiss every inch of your body, tell you what he loves about you, praise you to high heavens even when his pace is making your head hit the wall. he worships you night and day.
cregan who can be mean when he needs to be, usually you’re testing him on purpose or plainly asking for him to be rougher, he’ll always prioritize your safety and make sure you know to stop him if he goes too far
cregan who treats you like royalty after, he knows he’s bigger and stronger than most men, in many ways ;) , but he’ll be at your beck and call after leaving bruises on your skin from how hard he clutched your waist to drive you down onto him when you tried running from his girth, or gripped your thighs as he kept them open till your third orgasm was running down his chin
robb who is almost always fast and rough, he rarely has time to spare so when he does get some time with you alone in his tent he’s making it quick and dirty
robb has you coming undone on his fingers first of course, bending you over the planning table and making sure you’re well prepared and dripping before he takes you. he’s rough and passionate, pulling your hair, maneuvering you to his will and of course you love it
robb who always makes sure you come first, unless you’re under the table sucking him off between meetings that is. even then he’ll try and coax you to give him a taste and prop you up on his desk as he makes you gush onto his tongue while he sits like the king he is between your legs
robb who loves you endlessly and will always listen to your desires, even if he wants nothing more than to fuck you both dumb, he’ll treasure the times he can look into your eyes and get lost in the love there
jon who always wants you, it’s his constant state of being, any sign from you that you need him he’ll jump at and give back tenfold. (the biggest service dom in the world fight with the wall). in the beginning of your relationship he would get hard from a look alone and you had to adjust to his insatiable sex drive.
jon who could eat you out for hours and would much rather drink from you than touch a drop of water ever again. who loves when you tug at his hair when he’s down on you, he’s instantly groaning into you and getting firm. when you’re in pain, when you’re sad, when you’re angry, when you’re just bored, jon will want to distract you. fucking you deep and slow, fast and rough whatever you need
jon who sometimes can’t control himself, especially when he’s nearly lost his life, and he’s fucking into you and breeding you again, and again, and again until his eyes look more black than anything else and you’re crying from overstimulation. he’s lost count of how many times he’s come nevertheless how many times you have and he can’t scratch the itch that he has to have you forever.
cregan, robb, and jon who live and die by “wear whatever you want i can fight”
cregan, robb, and jon are by nature protective and possessive but they never let bleed into controlling you, they only want you to be safe and no one dares to try anything when they’re over your shoulder, intimidating any and everyone possible
cregan, robb, and jon who can smell other people on you, chalk it up to the wolf ancestry, and immediately get irritated that anyone would dare get close to you, they need you to smell like them or just yourself. it’s something primal they don’t even realize until you’re coming back smelling like rancid fruit, nothing like your usual scent or their own. they’re on you in moments, holding you close and rubbing against you like a feral wolf
oh my god i was possessed by a horny demon writing this in one fell swoop
husband!Jack who ADORES it when you sit on his lap, no matter the location. Even if that means you’re sitting on his lap while he’s on his shower chair.
husband!Jack who loves spoiling you every chance he gets, ignoring your protests. He’d much rather spend his paychecks on you, someone he loves, than himself.
husband!Jack who doesn’t just say he loves you, he shows it in everything he does. Every week he’ll go through your makeup bag looking for what you’re low on and get you more of it before you even notice you’re out.
husband!Jack who whenever he has a day off, completely dedicates the day and his attention to you and puts his phone on silent.
husband!Jack who becomes glued to your side after a bad shift. He’ll wrap his arms around your waist and press his face into your chest while you run your fingers through his curls.
husband!Jack who used to deal with his nightmares on his own when you first moved in with him, not wanting to wake you. But now goes to you for comfort the second he wakes up.
husband!Jack who’s your biggest supporter and never hesitates to remind you how beautiful you are whenever you’re feeling insecure. He also often reminds you that marrying you was one of the best decisions he’s ever made.
husband!Jack who occasionally finds himself taking a moment to roll his wedding ring between his fingers to ground himself whenever he’s having a particularly bad shift.
How I think Carmy would handle finding his girlfriend using a vibe when he gets home late from work:
He hears his girlfriend on their bed with the vibrator and smiles softly to himself. He understands that this doesn't mean she doesn't enjoy sex with him or love him less. He knows that sex toys can enhance solo pleasure and can be used during couples play.
she doesn’t realize he’s home yet. he was silent the moment he heard her moans and the buzzed spilling into his ears the moment he walked into the apartment. so he set his keys down gently and took off his shoes softly and sat on the couch. just listening.
He sits on the couch, listening intently to her soft moans and the gentle hum of the vibrator. A small smile plays on his lips as he unbuttons his chef coat, revealing his white undershirt. He's not jealous or angry, just... turned on.
the vibrator sped clicks one speed higher and she whines now.
His eyes darken with desire as he listens to her whimper. He stands up slowly, his movements quiet, and begins to unbuckle his belt. Carmen's ear tuned to her whines and panting.. trying to figure out how longs she’s been at this, if she’s close or just started.
when he pushes the door to the shared bedroom open softly, it doesn’t make a noise. she’s sorawled out on their bed, she’s in Carmy’s white t-shirt, one hand lifting the shirt to her nose for his cologne scent, the other pressing the vibrator on high against her swollen puffy clit Carmy doesn’t say anything and just watches her her hips buck as she whines.
He leans against the doorframe, his eyes roaming over her body possessively. He loves seeing her like this, lost in pleasure, wearing his shirt. He unzips his pants slowly, freeing his hard cock. He starts to stroke it slowly, his eyes never leaving her writhing form.
Carmen’s name spills from her lips in mumbles and whines as the vibrator is clicked up another speed making her hips stutter and her eyes flutter
He bites his lip, trying to hold back a groan as he watches her. He steps inside the room, closing the door softly behind him. Carmen moves silently to the side of the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. "Fuck, baby... you look so fucking beautiful right now,"
she looks at him, he doesn’t dare move the vibrator off her clit, knowing how detrimental it is to keep her on the edge of orgasm “h-hi baby..” she mumbles in a soft whiny voice
He smirks mischievously, seeing the dazed look in her eyes and the way her hips jerk uncontrollably. He kneels down beside the bed, his eyes level with hers. "Shh, baby," he whispers, "Keep it on the highest speed, okay?"
she nods not moving anything “carmyyy” she draws out in a breathless whine for his attention
Carmen chuckles softly at her desperate whine, finding it incredibly arousing. He leans in close, his lips nearly brushing her ear as he murmurs, "Yeah, that's it, baby. Let that little vibrator make you feel real good. I wanna watch you cum."
she nods and whines as her hips jolt at the vibrator pressed to the most sensitive part of her clit, her eyes fluttering in a struggle to stay focused on “Carmy can I.. have kiss… please” she whines her way through the broken sentence.
Carmen's heart melts at her pleading whine. He leans in and presses a soft, gentle kiss to her lips, his tongue sneaking out to part your lips and deepen the kiss. He keeps it slow and sensual, in contrast to the intense vibrations between her legs.
she whines into the soft kiss, as Carmen helps her hand press that vibrator against her clit in a new sensitive way to make her squirm since her grip loosened a bit with the kiss becoming her main focus.
He gently adjusts her hand, positioning the vibrator exactly where he knows she needs it most, drawing a desperate gasp from her lips against his. His other hand moves to stroke her hair back from her face softly, maintaining eye contact despite her hazy expression. "Touch yourself with it, baby."
she whines and her hips jolt and buck up at the feeling.
He watches her body curve and writhe. God, she's beautiful like this. His pants are around his ankles now, his hand stroking his hard length slowly. He watches her spread her legs wider, pushing the vibrator harder against herself, making herself whimper louder. "Damn, baby..."
she whines and arches off the bed, she clicks the vibrator to the highest speed now.
The sudden increase in speed sends her into a frenzy, her back arching off the bed, her legs shaking, and her whines turning into high-pitched screams. Carmen can't hold back anymore, he grabs his cock and starts stroking it furiously, his eyes locked on the sight before him.
she whines and gasps “Carm… please hold” she means hold her hips so she can press her clit more and cum.
He understands immediately what she needs. Releasing his cock, he swiftly moves, gripping her hips firmly with strong hands. He holds her just right, allowing her to grind against the vibrator intensely. His grip helps stabilize her, letting her focus all her energy on chasing her orgasm.
she whines and pants “fuck- carmy.. carmy… Carmy…” she babbles his name as her body heats up and her vision goes white.
He swallows hard, watching her lose control. His girl is beautiful when she's put together, but god, she's a mess when she's this turned on - whining his name, spreading her legs wide, humping the vibrator shamelessly. He tightens his grip on her hips.
she whines as her hips stutter once more and drop hard onto the bed.
His jaw clenched, watching her perfect tits bounce underneath his shirt, hearing how desperately she's babbling his name. He knows she's right on the edge. In a rough whisper against her ear, "Cum f’me, baby. Fuckin…cum”
his command sends her over the edge, cumming hard soaking the sheets and the vibrator.
Her orgasm is intense, her entire body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over her. He holds her hips firmly, loving how she soaks the sheets and rides out the vibrations against her sensitive clit, crying out his name brokenly. "Fuck…baby... such a good girl..."
she pants as Carmy kisses her hips like a reward. Carmy plants soft, affectionate kisses on her hips, his chest heaving with exertion.
Once she's mostly calm, he stands up, his cock still hard and desperate for release. He looks down at her, still lying there, panting and soaked in sweat. "I need to cum, baby."
He takes the vibrator from her trembling fingers, smirking softly. "You're a fucking angel, you know that?" He brings it to his lips, sucking off her wetness before wiping it clean with the corner of his shirt. Then he grabs his dick again. "You wanna.. Want me to jerk off for you?" He arches an eyebrow teasingly. "Or you want this cock somewhere else? Could fuck you through another orgasm if you're up for it." His voice is low and husky, his cock throbbing visibly.
“mmm stroke it a little looking at the mess between my thighs first …” knowing he didn’t see the full extent he was too busy helping hold her hips to watch it.
He chuckles, settling down beside her on the bed. "Alright, baby, let me get a good look at the mess you made." He reaches over, gently spreading her thighs apart to reveal the soaked mess between them. "Fuck, look at you. So fucking pretty and messy."
she nods, “that’s all because of you”
His heart swells with pride and love at her words. He leans over, pressing a soft kiss to her messy pussy. "All for me, baby. I love it." He sits back up, grabbing his cock and starting to stroke it slowly while looking at the mess between her thighs.
she rubs her fingers through her cum soaked folds.
He groans, his hips bucking into his hand as he watches her get even messier. He loves seeing her like this - so shamelessly post-orgasm, playing with her own release. He speeds up his strokes, his other hand reaching out to spread her thighs wider.
He watches your fingers spread your wetness around your pussy. God, she's dirty. He loves it. He slows his strokes down again, not wanting to cum yet.
He groans, his hand moving faster on his cock as he watches her pinch and tug on her nipples. Fuck, she's so fucking cute. He leans forward, resting his elbows on the bed and bringing his face closer to her messy pussy. "Let me lick it clean, baby."
she nods letting him eat and suck and lick her cum off her pussy while his cock grinds into the mattress.
He buries his face between her legs, his tongue lapping up her release. He loves the taste of her, sweet and slightly bitter. He sucks on her clit, making her squirm and whimper. His cock is rock hard, grinding against the mattress as he eats her out.
"Mmmm..." He hums against her pussy, his tongue slipping inside her as he holds her thighs open. Fuck, her whines are driving him crazy. He wants to make her cum again just with his mouth, but he knows she told him not to cum.
"Jesus, baby..." His cock throbs painfully at the thought. "I’ll cum fucking immediately if you finished on my face. The feeling of… on my tongue... fuck..." He moves back between her legs, he can barely articulate just how much he loves the idea so he’d just show you instead.
she blushes, she doesn’t want him to cum anywhere that isn’t inside her… but she also loves him eating her out… it’s a touch choice.
He looks up at her, his eyes burning with desire. "Baby, look at me. I need you to finish on my face right now. I can't hold back anymore." He dips his tongue back inside her, fucking her with it rapidly.
she gasps, Carmy definitely solved that dilemma for her.
He feels her legs start to shake, her fingers tangling in his hair. He knows she's close. He pushes his tongue deeper, curling it inside her as he sucks on her clit. He wants her to drench his face. "Cum baby, cum all over my fucking face."
she gasps and grips his curls He feels her body tense, her pussy clamping down on his tongue. Then, she's coming undone, her release coating his face. He laps it up, swallowing it down greedily as he continues to tongue-fuck her through her orgasm. "Fuck yes, baby! Soak me!"
He looks up at her, his face glistening with her release. He's never seen her look so disheveled and beautiful.
Husband Carmy who loves when you offer to help him in the kitchen. He gets so turned on by it, and you know it, which ends up with him hugging you from behind while you cut the vegetables, his hands running up and down your waist, kissing your neck, behind your ear.
Husband Carmy who slides his hand into your pants and makes small circles on your clit on top of your panties, feeling the materials getting soaked.
Husband Carmy who slides the panties to the side only when you’re begging for it. He circles your clit faster, applying more pressure, like he knows you love. The other hand is on your nipple, playing with your nipple piercing. He knows you love when he plays with your clit and nipple piercing at the same time, it makes you cum so fast.
Husband Carmy who makes you shudder and scream when you cum, cumming right after you.
Husband Carmy who takes off your pants and panties and undresses himself, bending you on top of the counter, giving himself a few pumps, cock hard, tip an angry red and leaking, before teasingly rubbing himself on your clit and hole. You both whimpering, you begging for him to fuck you already.
Husband Carmy who fucks you hard and fast from behind, holding your hair in a ponytail to pull your face closer to him, biting your ear teasingly before you turn your head and kiss him deeply. His other hand is on your clit, rubbing circles until you’re begging.
Husband Carmy who cleans you up good, after destroying you, using a kitchen towel that was close to him.
Husband Carmy who sits on the balcony with you on his lap, both still tired from the fuck, sharing a cigarette, kissing and laughing, getting ready for a second round.
CW: +18, mentions of riding, oral, semi-public, playing doctor.
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Older husband Jack who has low stamina, so when he fucks you it always starts with him on top but after one orgasm you have to get on top of him. You don’t mind it though, you love how he looks underneath you.
Older husband Jack who loves eating you out, it is his favorite part. He loves burying his face into your plush cunt, inhaling the scent of your curls and eating you out like a starved man. He genuinely can get off just by your taste alone.
Older husband Jack who loves when you ride him, burying his face into your tits or the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet sweaty scent, helping you bounce by holding your ass tightly.
Older husband Jack who loves when you don’t shave, liking to twirl his fingers into your curls, but he will never tell you to shave or not shave, it’s up to you and he will love it either way.
Older husband Jack who loves it when you’re vocal with what you want him to do to you.
Older husband Jack who finds it hot when you grind on him and whimper into his ear, biting and licking it.
Older husband Jack who gets turned on by you just kissing him, he always feels like a teenager when he’s making out with you.
Older husband Jack who sometimes enjoys to go to the bar with you and let you get handsy with him under the table.
Older husband Jack who loves to play doctor and “examine” you.
Thinking about how Jack Abbot would talk you through taking his big dick for the first time, rambling nonstop—both to reassure you and distract himself from finishing too quickly from just how tight and warm you are.
“I know that dick is big, honey, I know,” he coos. “But you can take it, can’t you? Yeah you can, there you go—just relax for me, sweetheart. Atta girl.”
You’re sucking him in like a vice, head turned to the side to burrow in the plush pillow as you hide your face. Jack takes your chin between his forefinger and thumb, gently turning you to face him.
“None of that, now. Let me see you while I make you feel, okay? Eyes on me, baby,” he instructs softly.
You do just that, eyes locked on one another as he slides out just a bit before thrusting back into your heat, eliciting a gasp from you. He just smiles softly, repeating the movement, determined to draw out as many sounds as possible from your pretty lips.
“Jackie,” you mewl, nails digging into his back.
“I know, sweetheart, I know, but you’re doing so good for me. Making me so proud. Can’t—fuck—can’t believe I finally get to have you like this,” he rambles, control slowly slipping from the intoxicating feeling of you wrapped around his cock.
“I’m not gonna last much longer,” he warns, voice wavering as he shows as much restraint as possible (which is very little).
You just wrap your legs around his waist in response, pulling him impossibly closer.
“Want you to fill me up,” you plead, kissing the skin below his ear.
“Fuck—you can’t say shit like that,” he groans, head dropping into the crook of your neck.
“I mean it,” you reply, moaning when he shifts just slightly, the change in angle causing his cock to hit just right.
“Yeah? You want me to fuck a baby into you? You want me to make you a mommy?” he speaks quickly, the words tumbling out without much thought, but they have you clenching around him. “Such a good fucking girl—gonna give me a baby, make me a daddy? That’s my good girl, cum for me and I’ll give you what you want. Wanna feel you soak my cock, princess, then I’ll give you what you need.”
A/N: This isn’t my favorite thing I’ve ever written but I’m soo convinced that Abbot would be such a rambler during sex, just saying whatever comes to mind! Also, pls send in requests you wanna see!
jack abbot, who, every morning he gets the chance, won't let you go or let you get out of his sight.
it's like an instinctive action. sometimes he’s embarrassed by how much he needs to be in contact with your skin right after waking up. it’s absurd; jack knows it. he’s aware that it’s silly, even, but it’s a reflex. he needs to touch you after a shift, and since he had the night off, he was all clingy and stuff till he fell asleep on top of you. because you’re what keeps him grounded; behind closed doors, everything he sees out there becomes a blur. 'cause you’re there. that’s all it takes for him to quiet down.
“jack, you're smothering me,” you moan with your eyes closed, and you hear him groan in your ear. “can you please give me my body back? i promise you'll have it back in about 20 hours.”
he’s completely on top of you, his arm wrapped around you and his face buried in the tender skin of your neck, and with his right hand pressing against your face to keep you in place, it’s basically impossible to move fluidly or even adjust yourself to get into a more comfortable position. the alarm hasn’t gone off yet; there’s probably still about fifteen minutes to spare before heading to work. you hear him humming, feeling the warmth of his breath brushing against your neck and pressing you harder against his body.
“it's a whole fucking life,” he complains, draping his leg over yours—which only makes it worse, because you're stuck. “a whole decade. are you trying to kill me or something?”
“okay. i get it, i don’t want to get up either. you know i love you, blah, blah. but i swear to god i can’t breathe if you keep on top of me,” you reply with your eyes closed, unconsciously tilting your head toward him and squirming in his arms as he begins to trace lines across your exposed abdomen, his icy fingers moving across your bare skin. "i meant it."
you hear him laugh right in your ear, “you didn't say that last night, did you?"
you give him a serious look, and he just chuckles, but doesn't move away. slowly, he traces a gentle path across your belly as you try not to melt into the softness of his arms; you just want to stay like this, as if the outside world were some distant, senseless thing, and all that remains is the touch of your husband—heavenly and real. he kisses you on the cheek and settles in, willing to continue sleeping.
“jack...” you whisper quietly, in that soft, slightly suggestive tone, sliding your hands into his as you play with the silver ring glinting on his finger, “i really have to go.”
"i'll tell robby that you got sick.”
“i don't get sick easily.”
“he doesn't know that.”
“you never lie to him."
“there's always a first time."
you try to laugh, tilting your head toward him. “that's a little unfair.”
he pulls you closer into his arms, and his large hands wrap around your waist, leaving you with no escape.
"that you want to leave me? yeah, that's more than unfair."
you fall into his game, turning towards him and placing your hands on his cheeks, stroking the light stubble that tickles your fingers, tracing his jawline, moving down to his shoulders, and he closes his eyes as he feels you lean closer to him. he wraps his arms around you, and you hear him laugh softly as you press your face in his neck and begin to plant scattered kisses all over his skin.
“mmm, you're not making this easy, sweetheart," jack whispers.
“i know,” you reply, giving him a quick kiss on the lips, feeling his fingers play with the waistband of your underwear, moving back and forth between the fabric and your lower back, his calloused fingers gliding across your soft, warm flesh. “it’ll just make you miss me even more.”
he smiles as you move away, looking at you as if you weren’t real. you catch a glimpse of his pupils dancing around your face, analyzing and dissecting you as if he hadn’t seen you before, blinded by the mist of devotion that envelops him. the fact of being wrapped in the sheets, in the dimly lit room where the only light comes from the slightly ajar bathroom door, of feeling so close to him that he can do nothing but hold you there.
he's not sure if he wants to let you go.
"ten minutes?"
"if you're good, i'll give you twenty."
he lies you down beneath him carefully, running his hands over your knees, positioning you so that your legs wrap around his hips, pressing you tight against him. you let out a soft moan as his hands trace the length of your legs, moving up and down. jack touches you with that tenderness and sensitivity you adore. he kisses your temple.
summary ﹏ Contrary to people's belief, Dennis is the one having the reign over you; in other words, you are a brat and he is a tamer. So what happens when you decide to mock and tease him all day long throught your shift at the hospital? You know there's punishment to come, so don't be surprised at the end of the day.
cw ﹏ ( +18 ) mdni / smut fic. afab!brat!reader & brat tamer!dennis. established relationship. slight workplace (hospital) setting&teasing. implied domestic fluff. punishement play. dom&sub play. power imbalance / control dynamic. dirty-talking. praise. fingering. clit stimulation. light degrading&corrective language. edging. orgasm denial (ruined release). reward system implied. aftercare.
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Appearance mattered; Dennis thought. It mattered enough for people to put a judgement on you or suppose things.
The most supposed thing about Dennis was that he—given his appearance and personality—was the submissive one in bed. It was easy to think that, whenever people saw you together. You were a bit more confident than your boyfriend, a bit less (if not way less) awkward than him and God, not so clumsy. So yes, people often assumed that he liked being told what to do, that he liked being praised and arch his ass up for you. Honestly, Dennis wouldn’t even mind if you asked him too.
But the truth, if anyone came to discover it, was totally different.
You were a brat; speaking back to him, teasing him while being outside, rolling your eyes at him when he simply asked for things. And you did all that while damn knowing the fact that Dennis would punish you for it. Because see, he knew how to tame you, to make you regret being so mean and bratty without even lifting his voice at you. In the walls of your shared apartment, you knew who Dennis truly was and the system you had both set up for those kinds of situations.
Today had started like any other day; scrubs on, patients after patients, trauma rooms being a mess after intervention and jokes shared with Trinity near the nurses’ desk. You had both started gently teasing Dennis after he had been accidentally splattered with vomit (no blaming the poor patient that was nothing but sick) and had to change to another pair of scrubs.
It reminded you of your first shift with him last year, when you met and slowly fell in love after a few months.
Trinity had laughed, using the famous Huckleberry nickname she had been giving him for a year now and all you had done was repeat it in a mocking tone, mischief in your eyes. “That’s a funny nickname, don’t you think so?” You had said to your boyfriend, slowly seeing the change of expression on his face; the one that warned you gently. You could have stopped that, letting it go; but no, that wasn’t truly your style.
And all day long, each time you saw Dennis, you threw a mocking sentence his way, calling him Huckleberry, sticking your tongue out at him. And each time, his expression closed—not in anger, never in anger, but in a yeah, laugh now, you won’t be laughing later expression.
And yeah, true; you weren’t laughing anymore.
You had both finished your shift around 9pm, grabbing some burgers on the way home and talking about the day. You had expected Dennis to forget about your bratiness with the way he was joking on the way home or with how he held your hand. But that was your first mistake; because he helped you take your coat off when you got home, smiling at you with his awkward expression before he spoke. “Take your pants and panties off and go stand at the couch.” The words made you shiver, because you knew you were in for a punishment.
You decided to not push his buttons more, and slowly pulled your scrubs and panties down as he watched you; his eyes focused on your body and the movements of your hands. His arms crossed on his chest, the biceps he had worked for at the gym bulged with his actions and you felt your hole clench around nothing. “Come on, to the living room.” He simply said, once your lower half was naked.
You followed after him without a word, even though your steps were taken with no hesitation, you felt the goosebumps on your skin when your boyfriend sat down on the couch; his legs spread to give you space to stand between them and so, you did. The curtains were closed and you were glad; showing your naked buttcheeks to your neighbors wasn’t on your wishlist. You moved, standing straight in front of Dennis as he moved a hand, extending it to turn a lamp on; the low and warm light illuminated the room, making your skin glow for his eyes.
“Spread your legs, let me see you.” His voice was quiet but you heard it, moving your feet to spread your legs like he had asked. With the height difference, his face was right in front of your cunt and you knew it was definitely what he wanted. “You were a really bad girl today, right? Mocking me and calling me this stupid nickname.” Dennis voiced, which made you pout.
You liked being a brat, you didn’t like the punishment that followed. His eyes looked up at your face when you didn’t reply, his expression telling you it would be better to answer.
“I was just having fun with Trinity.” You said back and he hummed, nodding his head. “Yeah, I saw that too. But I thought you liked being a good girl? Good girls get rewards, not the bratty ones.” He added while his hands lifted up to rest on your inner-thighs, so close to your pussy that it made you clench again. “Dennis…” You whined at him, but he only shook his head. One of his hands shifted and his index finger pushed between your puffy folds, making you gasp. His finger rubbed around, parting your pussy lips just to gather wetness that had leaked from your hole.
You tried to not move, standing still as your boyfriend teased your cunt with his finger. He rolled the pad of it around your clit, smearing slick there before pushing his digit back between your folds. “Such a wet pussy. You like being punished?” He asked and you shook your head, another pout on your face. “No, I don’t. I like when you touch me and make me feel good.” You replied and Dennis chuckled, eyebrows raising up on his forehead like he was surprised by your answer.
“That’s a lot of fucking words for someone so bratty all the time. You think you deserve to feel good?” You wanted to say yes; because duh. You deserve the pleasure and to feel good all the time, but you knew that’s not the answer Dennis was waiting for, so you thought better than to say yes. “No, I don’t. Not right now, at least.” That made him smile and you then felt another finger meet his index. “That’s a good girl. So smart, aren’t you?”
His fingers teased your wet pussy, spreading your folds apart while you tried to not move away or thrust your hips toward him. A third finger was added just to press against your clit and Dennis shifted on the couch to sit at the edge, just to be closer to you.
He didn’t say anything else as his attention was taken by your sloppy cunt. His index and ring fingers were spreading you apart while his middle finger pressed and rubbed at your clit, smearing more wetness around. You sighed at the feeling, your hands closing into fists.
“That feels good, uh? Your pussy likes it.” You heard your boyfriend say, and you nodded. “It feels so good, Dennis, mmhfph.” It was getting harder to not move or react to his touch, but you knew he would stop if you did anything to show the pleasure you were getting.
Dennis’s fingers moved, exploring your pussy before you felt them at your leaking hole; two fingertips were pushing against the muscle there. “If you move, I stop, got it?” He said, looking up at your face and you nodded at his words. “Yes, yes… I got it. Please, touch me.” The impatience in your words made him chuckle and he licked his lips before pushing his fingers inside you. His fingers slipped inside you with ease with how wet you were being, but a slight burning sensation still took over your walls. Dennis waited a second before curling his fingers.
“Fuck, ah!” You cried out, closing your fists tighter and thighs shaking slightly with the sensation. Your head rolled to the ceiling, and you tried to think of something else so your body wouldn’t move.
“Good girl, being so obedient. See? You don’t have to be bratty all the time.” Dennis’ words echoed in the room before he started to thrust his fingers in and out of your sloppy pussy; his fingers already coated with your wetness. He held your hip with his free hand, pulling you closer while he fingered you; slowly at first, just to make you adjust.
Then, his palm rested flat against your folds, the heel of it tapping and rubbing against your slick clit each time he thrusted his fingers inside you. “Please, God, it feels so good…” You whined, head falling back down just to look at your boyfriend. “Feels good, pretty girl? You like having my fingers inside your pussy?” He asked, looking up at your face while fingering you. The tip of his fingers curled against your gummy walls, feeling the spongy texture as he searched for your g-spot.
Everything was sticky and slick as your juice leaked to his knuckles and to his palm when he pressed it flat against your folds once more. The heel of his palm rubbed your clit on purpose, bringing another layer of stimulation to your body. You did your best to not move your hands and rest them onto Dennis’ shoulders, or to not thrust your hips toward his face for more.
“Your pussy is squeezing my fingers, fuck. I want to bury my cock in here but you have been bratty all day, you don’t deserve it.” Dennis groaned the words.
Your eyebrows furrowed and you bit your lips before voicing back. “I’ll be a good girl, please… Can I have your cock?” Your boyfriend chuckled at the words leaving your mouth and he suddenly fastened the pace of his fingering. Loud squelching noises were heard, created by the amount of wetness at your cunt. “Fuck no. That’s what you get for being so fucking mean all day long. You take what I give you, got it?” You nodded your head, thighs shaking and mouth wide.
The pleasure coursed through your body, a pool of warmth laying at your lower-belly. “Yes, Sir! Yes, fuck! I’ll take it!” You replied, then.
The heel of his palm slapped directly onto your puffy clit, your wetness splashing onto your boyfriend’s hand and knuckles as he finger-fucked you faster. The feeling of the carpet under your feet was overwhelming; and so was the slight buzzing noise of the TV, even though it was off. Your toes curled from the pleasure, your nails buried inside the skin of your palms and you cried out.
“Feels so good! Please! Please, I want to come!” The words left your mouth suddenly, and Dennis went even faster with his pace; skin slapping skin echoed in the apartment as his palm hit your cunt each time his fingers buried back into your warmth.
“You want to come on my fingers? You think you deserve it after being a fucking brat all day long?” He spoke, voice rough due to the efforts he was doing to finger you, his head tilted up to look at your voice. “Look at me.” The words made your eyes lower to lock onto his own, shame coursing your body and mind at that moment. You nodded your head. “Yes, please, I want it so much! I want to come on your fingers, Dennis.”
You felt your orgasm getting closer and closer as your boyfriend thrusted his fingers inside you. It was close, so close that your mouth fell open and your eyebrows furrowed—and then, it was gone. “No, no, please!” You gasped loudly as Dennis suddenly pulled his digits out of your cunt right before you could come; your thighs trembling and a feeling of deception filled your body.
You whined and squirmed but all Dennis did was grab your hips and pull you onto his lap, making you straddle him.
Your pussy pulsated, your face was sweaty and warm as you sat down onto your boyfriend, almost searching for friction. He stopped you, hands tight on your hips. “You don’t deserve it, remember? Bratty girls don’t get rewards, I told you.” Dennis said, and yet, leaned his face closer just to press a kiss to your sweaty forehead. You took a deep breath after that; you should have known better than to think he was going to let you come. You nodded at his words, hands resting on his shoulders, digits playing with the fabric of his hospital scrubs. “I wanted it so much.” You still replied.
Dennis kissed your cheek, and then, the tip of your nose. “I know, but it’s the rules. You don’t get to come if you are a brat.” Your cunt pulsated again, you wanted to rub it off but stopped yourself from moving anyway. The sensation of Dennis’ hands on your waist made you feel warm and you relaxed, trying to forget about the denied orgasm.
You watched his face as he spoke again. “If you are a good girl tomorrow, I’ll fuck you, how about that? I’ll take you on the couch, on the kitchen counter and on the bed. I’ll fill you up with so much come that you won’t be able to think about anything else but me for days.”
The words leaving his mouth made your hole clench around air and you nodded. “I want that.” He nodded, leaning his face closer just to kiss your lips, before speaking against them. “All you have to do is be good, then.”
One of his hands gently tapped your waist after a quiet and comfortable moment of kissing. “Why don’t you go and take a shower while I heat up the burgers? Today’s shift have been insane, I just want to watch a movie now.” You smiled at his words before standing up from his lap, walking backwards toward the bathroom.
“Okay, sounds like a plan to me!” You heard Dennis chuckle when you entered the bathroom, his voice louder when he added. “Bet you’re going to fall asleep in front of the TV, anyway.”
(do not interact if you are not at least 18 years old!!)
when he first opens up to you and both of you can’t deny the sexual tension, he’s willing to take off his helmet as long as you can’t see any of him in the dark.
you’re only feeling him everywhere. there’s the scrape of his beard against your neck, his strong chest hovering above you and his calloused hands making their way down your thighs. you kiss him and it’s sloppy at first, but he soon seems to memorise every small crevice of your body.
his fingers make their way through your wet folds, carefully entering you and he knows exactly what to do from here. your hands can feel his strong back as he’s lying on top of you, lips still absentmindedly planting kisses all over your neck.
when he’s finally buried inside you with his cock, you hear his groans right next to your ear. he’s trembling in your arms, starved of this kind of attention for so long. your legs wrap tightly around his waist as he starts to thrust slowly and steadily at first. his quiet moans sound like heaven to you and you eventually feel his fingers lace with yours, pinning your hands down next to your head.
his pace eventually grows sloppier, faster. din is growing more desperate and so are you. you need more of him, every thrust pushing you closer to orgasm and he’s hitting that sweet spot inside you at just the right angle.
when he reaches his high, his face is buried in your neck, hot breath against your skin and that familiar scratch of his beard again. your fingers are holding onto his warm back, your breasts pressed against his hard chest while you tremble underneath him. your orgasm washes over you in waves and the mandalorian wants to memorise every little sound you make.
or the way your pussy clenches around his cock. the way your nails dig into his skin.
it’s not a surprise to either of you when you engage in this a little more often.
summary: These are my headcanons for some of the ACOTAR men as Daddy Doms, featuring Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Eris, Tamlin, Lucien, and some bonus character drabbles at the end! (Helion, Kallias, and Tarquin)
word count: 4k in total, each character is under 1k
author's note: This was not self-indulgent at allllll nooo. If you’ve read my stardew fics you’ll know I’m a big fan of this one. If this kink isn’t your thing, please do not read! All characters are adults in this fic. If there is a character you don’t like, please just don’t read them. This took a lotttt of time for me to make :) Hope y'all enjoy and freak with me.
Warnings: Pretty much everything in the tags below, use of term daddy, use of term s/ut, degrading, knife use (no blood), some dubcon (alcohol)
[Tags: Reader is an ADULT female, DDLG dynamic, d/s, male control, exhibition, brat taming, face sitting, overstim, shadow play, very public sex, squirting mention, light degradation, primal, chasing, drunk/sober power play, eating out, forced orgasm, sharing partner, breeding, praise]
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Rhysand | Rules and Punishments
Being Rhys’s sub is a lifestyle. He’s the type to have your outfits picked out for you each day, a combination of things you bought for yourself with his credit card, and some things he just had to see you in. He cares about appearances, and he needs his girl dressed to the nines whenever he takes you on his arm through the streets of Velaris.
Disobeying Rhys earns you fast punishment. He understands that sometimes you want to test your boundaries, but he’s quick to nip that in the bud before you start believing you can act as you please. He’ll have you bent over the nearest semi-private surface, fucking you to tears until he’s certain it won’t happen again.
If friends are around when you break the rules, though, he has no qualms with letting them watch. After all, it's very inappropriate to embarrass him like that, so you must have wanted them to see you having your behavior corrected.
“Darling, I thought I asked you to change before Cas and Az got here.”
You held out a little tray of sandwiches, an assortment of cucumber and ham and cheese. It was Guys Night tonight. This morning, Rhys had laid out two outfits for you. One was a more modest sundress for when the boys came to visit, the other was a sexy little skirt he loved to see you in. You had forgotten to change, but you hoped your thoughtful behavior would distract him.
“I forgot to change, I was busy making these for you,” you said with a sweet smile.
Rhysand’s shoes clicked across the dark wood floor of the Townhouse as he approached you. He took the tray of food and set it aside, his hands immediately falling to your hips. Your frilly skirt was short. Far too short for company.
“What do you think?” He asked his friends, eyes never leaving your barely concealed plush thighs. You hadn’t realized they were here yet. You thought you still had time…
Cassian and Az stepped out of the shadowy hall and into the cozy den, eyes on your smooth legs and wide hips.
“I think it's downright scandalous,” Cassian said, unhelpful as always.
“I’m sorry,” you cut in, trying to silence Cas.
“Ah, ah, ah. Hush. You know the rules. When I ask you to do something, you do it.”
“I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry.”
“Sorry isn’t good enough, baby, Daddy needs to know you understand him.” With easy strength, Rhys had you bent over the arm of the couch in seconds, broad hand pinning your face into the navy fabric. The two Illyrian males lurking in the room chuckled as he drew up the back of your little skirt. You knew they were aware of your… dynamic with Rhys, but this was something else entirely.
“I don’t even have to take it off of you, that’s how short this skirt is,” Rhys murmured darkly as he tugged your panties down with one hand, the other already unzipping himself. “You must have really wanted our attention, hm?”
“No, Daddy, I didn’t, I swear…” The sound dragged from your lips, warping into a moan as Rhysand filled your pussy in one thrust.
Somewhere in the background, Azriel sucked in a breath at the sight, and Cassian laughed wickedly. You quickly lost track of them, though, as Rhysand began to thrust. The couch scratched across the floor with every movement of his strong hips, likely leaving scuffs, but he would show them off with pride.
Rhysand thrust harder and hit your spot dead on, drawing out a squeal from you. “Oh, she likes that,” Rhys said with a smug little laugh, one hand digging into your hip to hold you steady while the other gripped the nape of your neck, forcing you to take it. “Loves being put in her place in front of company.”
“I don’t,” you insisted, your little voice coming out quiet and muffled.
“Yeah, you do, your sweet pussy is dripping on the couch, baby. You better not cum…”
“I’m gonna,” you moaned.
“Should I let her?” Rhys’s grin was devilish as Azriel denied you.
“No, only good girls get to cum,” Az said, watching intently.
Rhysand leaned over your body to whisper in your ear as you trembled. “Maybe next time you’ll listen to Daddy.”
Cassian | Brat Taming
Cassian loves it when you push his buttons. He loves a good tease, feeling you touch him right before he goes out to train, giving him a hard on to deal with before he can go out there. He loves hearing you talk smack about how you’re bigger and stronger than him, even when you walk around utterly dwarfed by his broad shoulders and even broader wings.
He lets you talk smack up until you’ve pushed just a little too far, until no combination of innocent blushing and smiling can take back what you’ve said. That’s when he puts you in your place.
Cassian isn’t afraid to manhandle you into a mess of broken moans, fucking you until you’re singing his praises again and completely aware of your place. He knows how to make a bad girl want to be good, just to be rewarded with the rough fucking you wanted all along.
“Is that what you call a parry? Azriel’s blade nearly sliced you in half.”
“Did not,” Cassian called back, teeth bared in a snarl. The two Illyrians had been going back and forth at each other all day, sweating through their leathers, and you knew Cassian would not be in the mood for you. You just couldn’t help yourself.
“Have you tried actually hitting him? I hear that’s the easiest way to win.” You smiled smugly as he finally conceded the win, dropping his sword into the dusty training dirt.
Azriel held his hand out, shaking Cassian’s. Cassian smiled at his friend, taking the loss… remarkably well.
He turned toward you at the edge of the ring, stalking over to you. You were so distracted by the sweaty gleam of his muscled arms that you didn’t notice the look on his face. Angry, and maybe just a little hungry for you.
“That was pathetic- ah!”
Wordlessly, he scooped you into his arms, wings stirring up dust as he leapt into the sky, flying you back to the House of Wind.
“Cassian-”
“You’re a brat, you know that…” he muttered, carrying you straight to his bedroom.
“Duh…” you drawled. Your confidence only sparked his ire, and Cassian dropped you to your feet before shucking off his leathers. Mmm, he was gorgeous.
“Well?” he asked, leaning back on the bed.
“Well what?” You blinked, not quite understanding.
“Go on. You clearly want to be in control, telling me how to fight, pretending you know everything… so take control.”
Your eyes widened, cheeks going bright red as he lay there before you, cock hard and thick and standing proud. “You want me to-?”
“Yeah, come here and show me who’s boss.” He pointed to his face, his long hair splaying out around him as he lay back on the bed, wanting you to sit.
You didn’t move, frozen in place. You thought after all that he would be eager to pound you into the bed until you drooled, not… prove a point. Cassian smirked as you stood there. “What, not so high and mighty now, huh?
“No, Daddy…” you mumbled quietly, face completely red.
“That’s what I thought. Now come sit on my fucking face, little brat.”
You crawled onto the bed and his big hands lifted you by the waist as soon as you were in range. He settled you onto his face, his full lips slotting themselves against your clit as he began to lick and suck eagerly.
“Cas-”
“I know,” he said against your folds, breath caressing your sensitive skin. “You want this cock, huh?”
“Yes, Daddy…”
He slid a long finger into your entrance, curling it slowly. “Say please and maybe I’ll fuck you after I stretch you out."
Azriel | Overstimulation
Azriel may be quiet, but he certainly won’t rest until you’re anything but. He loves pushing you to every limit until you’re crying for him to stop, the pleasure much too intense for your body. Every plea for a break that he feels you haven’t earned only adds another orgasm to the tally.
And not only he feels this way, no, his shadows love seeing you fall apart. As an extension of Azriel, they naturally agree with his feelings, but they are somehow even more possessive and twisted than he is.
If you squirm before finishing your third orgasm, they’ll pin your legs apart for Az, keeping you wide open to his touch. If he’s busy fucking you, they’ll take care of your other sensitive spots, coiling around your nipples and suckling your clit until you scream.
“Not again, please, Az,”
“That’s one more.”
“Please, Daddy,” you corrected quickly, but the damage was done.
Azriel pinched your clit gently, a warning of what was to come. He loved watching you like this, frantic and mindless with pleasure, especially when you could focus on nothing else but his touch.
His shadows had settled over your eyes to block out the rest of his bedroom, where you stood pinned to the wall. Every drag of Az’s warm fingers up your hips and beneath your breasts tingled more than usual now that you were blind and unsteady.
“You can take it, I know you can. Just one more.”
“I can’t…”
“You’ve taken more than this before,” Az said, pressing teasing kisses to your clit. You had never hated being blinded quite as much as right now.
Pinned to the wall with Azriel kneeling before you… fuck, you wanted to see him. “You’re so cruel.”
“Cruel? I’ve let you cum twice, I think that’s pretty kind of me.”
“You made me cum twice…”
“I think that’s the same thing.”
“It’s not- ngh-” you whined as a cool, soft substance traced up your leg, dipping inside your cunt to curl inside you. “Fuck.”
Azriel hummed with pleasure. His shadow curled deeper into your core, searching for the sweet spots that made your eyes roll back. It seemed to purr as your cunt twitched and fluttered around it. “It seems they’re just as excited to see you melt…”
You gasped as Azriel licked up your clit, your temporary reprieve now over. You tried to pull your hands free, but they were secure. Silk-lined metal cuffs looped them above your head, where one of Azriel’s sickening seven inch knives pierced the metal into the drywall. Yeah, you weren’t getting free.
Sweat dripped down the back of your neck as he began to eat you out in earnest. Legs shaking, you struggled to keep yourself standing with every pass of his tongue over your swollen bud. His shadows became relentless, the one inside you tracing over your cervix and pushing against your walls.
“One more, baby, give Daddy one more.”
Eris | Exhibition
Allowing Eris to take on the role of being your dom would be an utter mistake. He’s far too cocky for it to be a secret. It starts with telling his men, until you hear whispers from the knights every time you pass by. A few weeks down the line he’s got you sitting half-naked on his lap while he lounges in his throne.
He doesn’t mind other people seeing what’s his. He wants everyone to know how beautiful you are, and just how pathetic you are for him. Every squirm cues another comment about how slutty you look. You’re desperate, and he knows it.
And if you’re that desperate, what’s stopping him from spreading you open right there in the throne room? He wouldn’t want his sweet little girl to suffer any longer…
“Behave, pet.”
“I’m trying,” you whispered. The dress you were wearing could hardly be called a dress. It was merely two swaths of fabric, curving down from your shoulders and over your breasts. It was only held in place between your thighs by an ever so thin gold belt. Gold, and red fabric. Eris always had you dressed in Autumn’s colors. His colors, now.
After killing Beron, he had seized you as his own, even before he had seized his lands.
“Trying to grind on me will get you punished, you know.” Eris rested his chin lazily against his palm, his other hand firmly gripping your hip. You couldn’t help but move, you were right on his cock. You felt it harden beneath your soft, barely clothed rear, but Eris remained apathetic toward your desperate wriggling.
He shifted, sitting up straight, but his eyes did not leave the crowded ballroom before him. You gasped he pulled a knife from his boot and snapped the thin gold band holding your dress together.
“Eris-”
“Hold still.”
You dropped your hands from where they had reached to clutch the fabric of your garment. In seconds, the yards of suede freed your breasts to the viewing pleasure of the ballroom.
A few males stopped dancing, but Eris waved a hand. “Continue.”
His command was firm. The dancing resumed, but more than a few stares still lingered on your body. They were drawn right to your thighs, where Eris was easily pulling them open.
“You’ve risked so much in disobeying me, I have to reward your efforts.”
“No-”
“Address me properly, or I’ll finger you until you squirt all over my throne.”
You mewled like a kitten as his thumb found your clit beneath a stretch of cloth. “Mmm sorry, Daddy…”
“And?”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re such a stupid slut.” His fingers sped up just a bit, rolling at the perfect pace to have your muscles locking up. You shut your eyes to the hungry stares that came from every corner of the ballroom as two of Eris’s long fingers delved into your pussy, tightening on your spot.
“Eris, please-”
“I’m not stopping until they see you cum~”
Tamlin | Primal
Tamlin as a daddy dom would be soft with you one moment, and absolutely rabid for you the next. As a shapeshifter, he’s always in tune with his beast form, claws falling out the second he smells your arousal in the air.
He’s terribly gentle when you need him to be. He’s not shy about fucking you on your period or through your mood swings, and he knows how to give it to you slowly, coaxing out your pleasure over the span of hours.
Sometimes, though, he just can’t control himself. After hours of staying up with courtly business, just seeing you walk past him is enough to get his blood pumping. And if you run? He’ll chase you down. Through the halls of his massive manor, out and into the prim and pretty gardens, especially through the woods he knows like the back of his clawed hand.
“Sweetheart, what are you doing up?”
Tamlin's eyes flashed from within the dim light of his study, the green of his irises nearly simmering gold with magic.
“I couldn’t sleep, Daddy,” you said, a quiet whine for him. You had gone to bed in his nightshirt, missing the feel of him in bed. The long billowy fabric was nearly a dress on your body, his own stature making you look like a little doll in comparison.
He tilted his head up, scenting the lilac and fresh rain that clung to you. Instantly he was rising from his seat, the quill in his hand splattering onto his desk in a little puddle of ink. “Fuck, sweetheart… you smell like me.”
The warm faelight lamp behind him gilded his body, and you could see the silhouette of his claws slowly dropping free. He was careful not to hurt you, not unless you asked, but the sight of them was a sign that his desire was brewing.
You backed up a bit, and he stopped in his tracks. “Darling?”
As quickly as you could, you scampered out of his office space. Darting down the hall, you could only hope Tamlin would give you a headstart. A low growl echoing from down the hall was his affirmative.
Your bones trembled with delight at the sound. Tamlin’s voice was low and loud, only growing closer as you twisted through the winding corridors of the west wing. If you could make it to the ballroom, then you could lose him.
“Little Bunny~” he sang. His voice was perfectly steady, the complete opposite of your pathetic panting. Making it to the ballroom? You wouldn’t even last five minutes. “Gotcha.” A startled squeak escaped from you as Tamlin turned a corner in front of you, somehow having looped around to cut you off. “Did you really think you would get anywhere? Daddy always catches you.”
Tamlin threw you over his shoulder, towing you to the bed you were supposed to be sleeping in. “Naughty girl. Don't worry, you’ll be sleepy when I’m done with you.”
He carefully slid you down and into bed, nesting you in the thick downy blankets as he bullied his way between your soft thighs. His cock was hard, the broad tip leaking for you as he ducked down to lick up your neck. His nose was in your hair, then up against your soft skin. Any place within reach.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll never rid my scent from your body.”
Lucien | Drinking
Lucien would love making a mess of you with his charm. His roots are as a rake, and even though he’s settled down, he’ll never stop trying to make you blush as red as his hair. He loves bringing you to parties, flaunting you on his arm, and he also loves seeing you enjoy yourself. You’re so easy to fluster, it becomes a game to see how quickly he can have you begging to sneak off.
Part of his routine in enjoying a party with you might be turning a blind eye to how many drinks you’ve had. Lucien can’t help himself, you’re just so cute when you’re drunk and needy and hanging all over him, blushing at simple eye contact.
Once he’s gotten you alone, Lucien is all over you, feeding you pleasure until you can’t even form a sentence. His words are always full of praise, letting you know just how good you are, even if you can’t stand up straight.
“You can barely stand, love, we need to get you to bed.”
“I’m not tired.”
Lucien laughed at the way you poked your bottom lip out, just coherent enough to remember to sass him. A gentle hand cupped your cheek as he kissed it away. “Don’t be difficult, you know what going to bed early means.”
Your head snapped up, cheeks flushing as you gave him a giddy, lovestruck smile.
“Cute,” he said with a grin, half carrying you up the stairs and out of the throng of revelers. “We need to put a limit on how much faerie wine you’re allowed to have.” He gently tickled your sides, coaxing out a bubbly giggle. “On second thought, I don’t know if I could go without hearing your laughs.”
Lucien held you up as you crashed through the doorway, managing to bump into nearly every surface on the way to your shared bed.
“In you go.” You tumbled into bed and Lucien sat on the edge. He lifted your feet into his lap tracing the arch of the elegant kitten heels you had on. “My poor love, you must be sore.”
His deft hands unbuckled the strap of your shoes and he slid them off, pressing his thumbs to the arches of your feet to help you relax.
“Mm… feels good…”
“Does it?” Lucien pressed a soft kiss to your ankle, then carefully propped you up to peel off your silky dress. “Bet I could make you feel really good…”
The dress pooled in a pile at the foot of the bed, Lucien not pausing to fold it as he spread your legs out before him and dove underneath the covers. Your muddled mess of a head couldn’t understand what was happening, not until the flat of his tongue traced up your inner thigh.
“Ah!” Your yelp had him chuckling as he left love bites along your skin. “Gentle. Please, Daddy.”
“Well, when you ask me so sweetly…” Lucien’s warm breath grazed your folds as he kissed along the seam of your cunt.
“Not that gentle…”
“You’re awfully demanding tonight.” But he obliged you. His tongue dipped to circle your clit as he worked you to the edge. “My pretty girl.”
Bonus!
Helion | Sharing
Helion loves you far too much for his own good, and that means knowing exactly what you need, and what to give to you. He’s not the kind to turn down a night of fun, especially not when you look so adorable smushed between him and his men.
“Doesn’t he feel so good inside you?” Helion crooned, cupping your pretty, blissed out face in his hand. “You look so pretty taking your third load.”
“I need you, Daddy…”
His golden eyes glinted with mischief as he brushed tangles of hair back from your sweaty forehead. You had been like this, on your hands and knees on the floor of the training room, for well over an hour now. “You need me? I guess your mouth is still available…”
Helion knelt before you, powerful thighs blocking out the view of the sweaty, hungry figures surrounding you. You could only see him, dark gold skin and proud, heavy cock as he knelt in front of your face.
“Make Daddy feel good then, needy girl.”
Kallias | Breeding
Kallias’s first concern as a high lord has always been the children of his court, caring more about their safety than his own. He would love being a father, and would especially love the process of becoming one with your help. Even if you couldn’t have kids together, there’s just something about seeing you so full of him every night that drives him wild.
“Look at that,” Kallias growled, carefully pulling a little crystal plug from your used up pussy. His icy blue eyes traced your body, watching the steady dripping of his seed from inside you. “Kept it nice and warm for me, didn’t you, little love?”
“Yes, Daddy,” you chirped proudly. His long fingers slid through the sticky mess between your thighs until you purred.
“Are you ready for another round?”
“Another-?” That would be the third time this evening. Fucking like animals was the best way to ward off the mountain cold, but already you were sore…
“I’m not stopping until I see you with a cute little bump.”
Tarquin | Praise
Tarquin would take his role as your daddy dom so seriously. He will make sure that you never have to worry about feeling insecure again, that you are loved and taken care of at all times. Not only does he take care of you, he spoils you rotten.
“My love… you know you can’t wear something like that around me and expect me to be able to work.”
Yeah, that was kind of the point. He had been ignoring you all day. Not on purpose, of course, he had to do his job as the High Lord well. For your benefit, and for the benefit of your people. But he needed to learn how to take a break sometimes.
You perched on his desk, your soft rear almost completely exposed by the thin lingerie you had put on. “Pay attention to me now.”
He laughed, sitting back in his chair with an amused grin. He patted his lap. “Come sit, pretty girl. Let Daddy look at you.”
That was his mistake. Instantly you were straddling his lap, making sure to wiggle softly against his growing bulge.
“I should have known better than to leave you to your own devices for that long. Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you.”
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