Hiii you have your self ship blog's anons off but I wanna say as a fellow cg/l enjoyer you're amazing and based and your F/Os love you and want to mommy you til the ends of the earth ❤️ Never let others dim your light!!
summary: Steve's younger sister in a relationship with Robin.
(English is not my first language!)
Robin! She would sneak through your window. The first few times she would be quite clumsy, but she would naturally get the hang of it (she would still be a bit awkward, stumbling over her feet as soon as she entered through the window).
Robin! If Steve knew about you two, he would say something like, “Hey! You're stealing Robin from me!” or “I can't stand being a third wheel anymore.”
Robin! When she was at your house, she would tiptoe out of Steve's room to yours just to see you and make sure you were okay.
Robin! You would definitely be a cheerleader, and she would be in the band. Whenever you waved those pom-poms, Robin's cheeks would turn so red they looked like they were about to explode. (Steve would tease her about it for weeks on end).
Robin! (scoops ahoy) She memorized your favorite ice cream flavor from all the times you visited Steve (and surely she did too). Whenever she could, she would bring it to you, and you would end up eating it together in your room while listening to David Bowie in the background.
Robin! (family video) she found out that you loved Grease through Steve and frowned deeply, but on one of your movie nights, she ended up watching it and quietly sang along to several songs
Robin! (wsqk) Every day —without exception— she played your favorite song on the radio, and you couldn't help but smile every morning at this small display of affection.
Robin! Steve would eventually find out because you ended up wearing a Robin shirt that was left in his room, and he recognized it right away.
Robin! Or I would find out when I went to ask you something in your room, and when I opened the door, I saw you helping Robin climb through the window. "ROBIN BUCKLEY, WHAT THE HELL?"
pls give us some robin buckley smut its dry out here😔 maybe some dom robin sneaking in or literally anything
IN MY ROOM
FEM!READER X ROBIN BUCKLEY
smut, secret established relationship, making out, top!robin, bottom!reader, fingering r!receiving
wc; 876
a/n; anon, i'm so sorry this has taken me so long to get to, omg! okay so ik this isn't really dom!robin but it is top!robin anyway. enjoy! actually proofread for once omg?!
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You sat at your vanity, slowly combing through your damp hair. Light sounds of music coming from your record player. There's faint TV sounds from downstairs, where your family is sitting watching it. You should've been there with them, but you had decided to shower and go to bed earlier tonight. There's a soft thud at your window, making you jump. You weren't expecting anyone, much less anyone at your window. You get up, brows furrowed as pull back the curtains and look through. Robin. You open it, and she climbs inside, almost falling in the process.
"What are you doing here?" You ask, your voice hushed, knowing that everyone is still awake and the last thing you needed was to get caught.
"Mm, you smell good." She states, ignoring your question as she steps closer to you. Her hand settles on your waist, bringing you towards her. She leans over, lips meeting your cheek, pressing a soft kiss against it. Her grip on your wiast tightens, lips tracing a line of kisses against your jaw. One of her hands gently pushing aside your hair for better access.
"That doesn't answer my question, Robs." You say, head tilting back, subconsciously giving her exactly what she wants. She hums against your neck, fingertips dragging along your collarbone as she moves the sleeve of your nightgown. You release a soft sigh as she kisses your neck. Feeling her mouth press a little too hard, a soft graze of her teeth against your neck. "Robin, no marks," you groan, gently pushing her back just enough to look at her. "Seriously, what's going on, baby?"
"I missed you," She finally answers, walking you backwards towards your bed. "Thought I'd come see you, get you all to myself for once?" She chuckles lowly, the back of your knees hitting your mattress. She moves forward enough to make you sit on the edge, hand cupping your face as you look up at her. "Is that so bad?" She asks, her gaze is softer now, thumb stroking against your cheek.
"It's fine, just maybe some sort of warning next time?" You tell her. She nods, leaning down to kiss you. You press one hand against your mattress to hold yourself up, the other coming up and wrapping around her middle, palm resting on her back. Her lips feel soft against yours, moving with the smallest hint of desperation that is so incredibly, Robin. The hand that had been resting on your cheek travels down and around to grasp the back of your head. She moves down closer, making you bend your arm. Her other slowly settles on your thigh. Fingers lightly hitching up the fabric of your nightgown. Teeth biting down on your bottom lip as she pulls away for air.
"You look so pretty," She mutters, pushing you into the mattress. "I couldn't stop thinking about you today." Her hand hikes your nightgown all the way up. You gasp, feeling the air hit you. "Let me make you feel good?" She whispers into your ear, adding a quiet "Please." Her fingers dancing across the skin of your thighs, slowly teasing you through your underwear.
You pull her into a kiss, desperate and full of affection. "Yes," you mumble against her lips when you pull away for air. "Just, lock the door." You say, finally remembering that your family is very much downstairs. There's a grin that appears on her face. She makes quick work of striding over and locking the door, hoping the click was soft enough. She rushes back towards you on the bed, almost tripping over her own feet. There's a light laugh from both of you at her enthusiasm and clumsiness. She reaches the bed, slowly climbing over you, pinning you against the mattress.
"This," she traces the hem of your nightgown with her fingertips, "Is really working for you." Her hand slides along your leg, coming up under the light dress, reaching your underwear. She slips it off, slow and calculated. Your whine comes out louder than intended as her fingers tease against your clit. "Shh.. Baby," she hushes you, as her other hand comes up brushing your hair out of your face. She kisses you, swallowing your moans as her movements become faster. She slips two of her fingers inside of you. She feels your hips bucking against her hand. Soft moans leave your lips as your hands grasp onto your sheets. "Perfect," she whispers against your ear, "You're doing so good for me," her fingers somehow going even deeper. She feels the familiar clench around her, "Are you close, pretty thing?" She mumbles, kissing the skin just under your ear gently. You make a sound that resembles a yes through shaky breaths. Your body arches against her as your orgasm hits you. Her free hand holds your head up against her, muffling your whines into her shoulder. "I got you, pretty, come here." She coos, fingers slowly coming to a stop as she helps you ride it out. She holds you steady until you finally sit up on your own. "Stay?" You ask her quietly, head leaning into her shoulder. "Yeah, I can leave in the morning." She says, placing a gentle kiss on your temple.
Why do I need to ride Robin’s strap so much— like, I won’t stop until my body gives out or smth— I need her touching me all over and praising me 😔🙏
I live for the wind nowadays, tbh
RIDE IT
FEM!READER X ROBIN BUCKLEY
pure filth, plot what plot, strap-on referred to as cock like once, penetration, does this count as soft dom!robin? lmk if i missed anything
a/n; the wind just blew me away and started typing i swear!!
okay on a serious note this was fun and she’s so hot, thanks for this idea lovely!
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“That’s it, baby,” she groans, watching as you lower yourself onto her strap. Her hands are resting against the soft flesh of your bare hips. Fingers digging into your skin the moment you start moving. You start slow at first, adjusting to the size and the feeling of her strap inside of you. "Mhm, ride me, pretty girl," she encourages you, hands guiding your movements as they being to gain more confidence. Your hips gaining more and more momentum as you begin to chase your orgasm. Robin's hands are making their rounds, caressing every curve on your body. Deliberate touches on all your sensitive spots, just so she can hear more of your moans."Fuck, you're perfect," Her raspy voice sounds even deeper than usual as she meets your movements halfway. Her own hips pushing up against you, making sure every inch of her strap fills you up."So fucking perfect," she groans, hands squeezing your tits, fingers toying with your nipples. "So good for me," the feeling starts building up inside of you. Your movements becoming less and less precise. "Keep going, pretty." She mutters, hands sliding back down, slamming your hips into her. "Taking me so well," you feel your legs trembling. You grip onto her shoulders under you, nail digging into her skin. "That's right, pretty thing, come on my cock." Her hands are squeezing at your sides as you do just as you were told. “Such a good girl,” she coos as you ride out your orgasm. You almost don’t want to get off, but your body feels on the verge of collapsing. “Come here, sweetheart,” she whispers, bringing you into her arms after you lay beside her. Arms wrapping around you in a warm embrace, nothing but the feeling of your skin against hers. “Rest up, baby,” she traces lazy patterns along your back. Her lips press softly against your shoulder, making their way up your neck, and then your cheek.
summary; just a few headcanons about robin as a twitch streamer
no warnings just robin being a cutie
a/n; erm this idea came to me via a tik tok comment i saw, thought it would be so cutie, technically not really an xreader but it could be, if you guys are interested.
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✰ streamer!robin who loves to plan out her entire uploading and streaming schedule weeks in advance.
✰ streamer!robin who often stays up late plotting out ideas of what games she could test out on stream next.
✰ streamer!robin who talks constantly, even down to the smallest thing she may be doing in a game, her audience is never bored.
✰ streamer!robin who actually really loves the cozy games, like stardew valley and animal crossing but plays them more often on her free time.
✰ streamer!robin who started off doing minecraft and sims lets play.
✰ streamer!robin who definitely picks up games just because she heard there were sapphic characters in them.
✰ streamer!robin who loves to do "just chatting" streams so she can talk to her fans.
✰ streamer!robin who make random vlogs on her youtube channel that often feel like crazy side quests.
✰ streamer!robin who you'll find in the comment sections of the least expected tik tok videos, often gaining more attention than the actual video.
✰ streamer!robin who adores doing meet and greets because she just thinks her fans are the cutest, always trying to stretch out the time as she meets each one.
I know that girl gives puppy eyes for you to sit on her face like another anon said, she def tries to convince you, def says the dirtiest shit while having a cute face, def begs to have more of you.
Pls, the wind demands it 🙏🙏
FUCK ME EYES
ROBIN BUCKLEY X FEM!READER
nsfw, sexual themes, oral, semi-public sex, praise kink, dirty talk, begging, lmk if i missed any
+ this anon (who i think was the original anon???); I need Robin to worship me atp— that girl would make me feel divine by doing puppy eyes at me and kneeling in front of me. I swear I’m normal abt her 🤧a/n; i'm mixing these two bc i'm totally giggling about both of these (also received them at the exact same time lol) and had to make hcs rn. it's that deep for me. also thinking about making a taglist, potentially, would anyone be interested in that?
✰ needy!robin who adores you so so much, she just wants to please you all the time.
✰ needy!robin who kisses you like all the time, anywhere, everywhere, 24/7.
✰ needy!robin who thinks about you so much, it becomes so hard to focus on anything else.
✰ needy!robin who looks at you with the sweetest little puppy dog eyes and then says something like "I want you so bad," or "Can you please ride my face?"
✰ needy!robin who always gets exactly what she wants, because how can you deny her cute little face?
✰ needy!robin who pouts when she has to wait because you're busy doing something.
✰ needy!robin who worships every inch of you, every single time.
✰ needy!robin who takes extra care to show more love to any part you might be insecure about.
✰ needy!robin who praises every part her lips touch (spoiler, it's all of you).
✰ needy!robin who tells you how beautiful and perfect you are.
✰ needy!robin who is immediately moaning the second her tongue meets your clit.
✰ needy!robin who laps you up, taking each and every bit of your cum.
✰ needy!robin who loves it when you ride her face, often pulling you down onto her before you're even properly settled.
✰ needy!robin who whines when you have to get off because she just wants to keep you there.
✰ needy!robin who will even beg you sometimes, falling to her knees in front of you, hands grasping at your legs, puppy eyes in full effect, pleas leaving her mouth as she kisses against your thighs.
✰ needy!robin who touches herself when you're not around because she misses you so much :(
✰ needy!robin who just wants to have you everywhere, she's so obsessed with you even the smallest things will turn her on.
✰ needy!robin who marks you up every time, she loves seeing every mark she makes and then adding new ones on top of them.
thoughts on top! robin when you have a praise kink ?👀
THAT'S IT BABY
ROBIN BUCKLEY X GN!READER
18+, minors dni, smut, top!robin, praise kink!reader, headcanons
a/n; anon, ily, thank you for this one bc i could probably yap about this all day. i went 50/50 here and did some swf ones too, nsfw will be under the cut.
masterlist
❥ top!robin who first discovers you have a praise kink and immediately feels like she hit jackpot.
❥ top!robin who doubles down on every and all praise and affection after that.
❥ top!robin who constantly tells you how pretty you are, no matter what you're doing, if you just woke up, if you're dressed up, if you're not dressed up, doesn't matter, she's telling you that you're pretty.
❥ top!robin who always manages to come up with a new way to compliment you.
❥ top!robin who always tells you how good you're doing in every aspect.
❥ top!robin who absolutely just loves you down and is constantly letting you know with her words.
❥ top!robin who constantly just reassures you with her words, instantly making you feel better
❥ top!robin who loves to hold you in her arms, showering you with all kinds of praise.
❥ top!robin who sometimes teases you by using specific praise that she used the night before while you're out.
❥ top!robin who makes you use your words to tell her what you want and then immediately praises you for doing so.
❥ top!robin who loves how wet you get for her whenever she does so.
❥ top!robin who loves that you get louder for her every single time she praises you.
❥ top!robin who just loves to worship you, whispering all sorts of praise into your skin as she explores every inch.
❥ top!robin who whispers the dirtiest praise in your ear as she's pushing her fingers into you.
❥ top!robin who tells you how well you're taking her just to hear your sweet moans.
❥ top!robin who praises how good you taste after she spends hours between your legs.
❥ top!robin who fills you up with her strap and whispers how perfect you are for her.
❥ top!robin who always makes it know you're doing something right, light whispers of, "yes, that's it," or "you're doing so well,"
thinking about f/o(s) who pick you up so easily. maybe they just hold you so easily, holding you up by your thighs, your hands wrapped around their neck, pressing you close to them. or maybe pressing your body in-between theirs and a wall or a counter, doesn't matter. with you being held in their arms so easily, think about how much easy access they have to ravish your neck. to kiss and suck little marks all over your collarbone and shoulders. oh how easy it would be to seal their lips to yours, making out with you so easily in their arms. teeth gently pulling on your lips, seeing your face blush and eyes go all dreamy. man just think about your f/o(s) picking you up with ease just so they can makeout with you as much as possible~
Would you be willing to do a Diana prince x fem reader w 7,16,41,42
Golden Chains, Mortal Pleas
Kinktober Day Two...
A/N: I knew it was a good idea to do tags for Wonder Woman—I'm floating with glee. So glad there's a demographic that finds her attractive. No one can convince me otherwise—she's a dominant lesbian.
P.S. I know what I said yesterday about shortening my fics, hush, I got excited.
Synopsis: When the Amazonian princess decides to make you hers, there’s no such thing as mercy. Recorded for eternity, undone by her touch, you quickly learn how easily she can reduce you to tears.
Warnings: Praise kink, degradation kink, dacryphilia (crying kink), lactation kink, breeding kink/roleplay (non-canon physiology), sex toys (gold strap-on), size difference (she’s 6’2”), recording/sex tape, power play, slight humiliation, worship themes. MAMA DIANAAA.
Diana Prince/Wonder Woman x Fem!Reader
WC: 2.2k (I was hunching)
The embassy was quiet at this hour, the city’s hum dulled behind stone walls and velvet curtains. Soft lamplight stretched across polished wood, gilding the Amazon’s quarters in a glow that seemed designed for her alone. She moved with unhurried grace, barefoot, hair loose down her shoulders, a white robe draped lazily over the sculpted muscles of her frame.
“Wine?” Her voice was rich and deep, carrying the warmth of an invitation but weighted with the day’s responsibilities. Her accent was unplaceable, a tangled braid of several languages, the sounds held texture. She poured the wine without waiting for your answer, the dark red catching gold as it swirled into two glasses. “It is from Themyscira. Rare. Stronger than anything men make.”
You took the glass, though your hand trembled faintly around the stem a you drank. A smile tugged at her lips—neither cruel nor kind, but it appeared certain. “Do you know what it does to me,” she murmured, settling beside you, “to watch you fight with such heart?” Her body dwarfed the couch, towering even while seated, long legs crossed with effortless poise. She turned her glass slowly, considering you through the curve of crimson. “Mortals burn so brightly when they’re fragile. It's dazzling. Like stars that know they will die, and choose to blaze anyway.”
Her hand came up, fingers brushing your cheek. Callused from battle, but steady as stone beneath cool fingertips. She tilted your jaw so you could not escape her gaze. “You try so hard to hide it,” she said softly. “The way your breath stumbles around me. The way your body betrays you, even now.” Her thumb stroked the quickening flutter of your pulse. “Don’t.” The word was a command, though she handled you so gently. “You cannot lie to a goddess.”
Heat rose under your skin—fear, want, you couldn't tell, both knotted so tightly they were indistinguishable. You tried to laugh it off, some flimsy protest halfway formed, but Diana’s smile creased before it left your lips. It was like a crescent moon, a faint but beautiful light.
“I see everything,” she whispered, leaning closer until her hair brushed your shoulder. “Every shiver. Every glance. And I will have them all. Do you understand?” The stem of your glass nearly slipped from your grip as you went wide-eyed.
Diana kissed the corner of your mouth, slow and claiming. When she drew back, her hand slid lower, resting over your sternum where your heart thudded frantically against her palm. Her expression softened, devastatingly tender. “Cry for me,” she coaxed, voice like honey, eyes narrowing as she stared at your mouth. “Let me see the truth you hide when you pretend to be strong.”
Her lips hovered at your ear, her breath warm enough to burn. “Tears are not weakness, little one. They are devoted. Let me show you.” Diana rose from the couch, her robe falling open enough to tease glimpses of hard, perfect muscle beneath soft fabric. She crossed to a polished chest at the far wall and opened it—not with ceremony, but with the casual inescapability of someone reaching for a weapon they knew you couldn’t resist.
What she drew out was a dramatic gold—an ornate harness, gleaming as if it had been hammered into shape by the hands of gods. The cock itself curved thick and long, like sunlight made tangible, every inch catching the lamplight with the arrogance of something divine. She buckled it around her hips with fluidity born of training, like a warrior donning armor before battle. With entirely too much ease, enough for you to grow weary of what’s in store.
You swallowed hard, thighs pressing together. “It’s—too much,” you stammered, though your voice trembled more with want than protest. Diana looked over her shoulder, her mouth curling into a smirk sharp enough to cut—teeth glinting. “Too much?” She turned, the golden shaft jutting proudly between her thighs, harness cinched snug around her body like it was her own. “You have not yet begun to understand too much, little one.”
Heat pooled between your legs, traitorous, soaking through fabric. You bit your lip, eyes unable to drag away from the salacious sight of her. It didn’t take you long to decide. “Please. I… I want it. I want you.” Her stride was a slow prowl as she approached, the sheer size of her making you shrink back into the couch cushions. She pressed the head of the strap against the fat of your lips, brushing it over them like a priestess offering a chalice. “Say it again.”
“I want you,” you whispered, shame painting your face through lidded eyes. “Please, Diana—fuck me with it. Use me.” Her ego flared, eyes sparking with dangerous amusement. “Good,” she murmured, tilting your chin upwards with the golden dick itself. “You are learning your place already.”
Before you could reply, she reached to the side table and picked up something sleek, it looked alien—a device no mortal hand could have crafted. It was smooth, circular, with runes that flickered faintly when she pressed her thumb against its surface. A soft hum filled the room as it activated. Your heart lurched. “What is that?”
Her smirk widened. “An Amazonian archive tool. It records in perfect fidelity—sight, sound, even the air itself. Immortal proof.” She set it on the table where it could capture every inch of you trembling beneath her. “I want you to see yourself as I see you. How completely you shatter beautifully when you’re mine.” Your breath caught, humiliation burning hotter than the wine in your veins. “You’d—keep that? Watch me like this?”
Her hand seized your jaw, thumb stroking over your lips, silencing the incoming question. Her eyes burned down into yours, like you could see her two halves become whole, half-warrior, half-goddess. “I will treasure it.” Her voice dropped to a husky whisper. “Every cry, every tear, every plea—you will give them all to me, and they will belong to me forever.”
Your thighs fell open instinctively; you gave her all she wanted. “Please,” you whimpered, so soft it was almost pitiful. “Make me cry for you.”
Diana chuckled low, the sound vibrating through your bones as she pressed her cock against your clothed cunt, dragging it up, up, until it nudged firmly against the erect clit between your thighs. “Oh, little one. You will. And when you do, you will thank me for it.”
The head of the strap pressed against you, parting your folds through damp fabric until you were soaking the thin barrier completely. She could see every detail. Purposefully running the tip around your entrance. Diana’s hand hooked into your waistband and, with effortless strength, tore the garment down your thighs. The sound was sharp in the silence; you could hear the tear of cloth. Her smile softened as she traced her fingers over the wetness slicking your inner thigh.
“Fragile,” she whispered, almost lovingly. “So eager.” She guided her thick head to your sopping pussy, circling slowly, teasing. “Do you think you can take it?” You nodded quickly, desperate, hips jerking forward. “Please—please, I need it.” Her laugh was low and devastating. “Need. I hear it in your voice, see it in your body. You do not just need. You crave.” She narrated every intent you had, every thought of yours intertwined with her own desires.
The first push was unbearable in the best way. You were stretched mercilessly, the girth filling you wider than you thought possible, the length burying deep until your back arched hard against the cushions. A cry tore from your throat before you could stop it. Tears stung your eyes. Diana kissed them as they fell, her tongue warm against your skin. “Yes,” she crooned, hips rolling slow, dragging the shaft in and out of you with precise—mind-numbing rhythm. “Let them fall for me. Every tear you shed proves you belong on your knees before me.”
You sobbed openly, clinging to her shoulders, nails curling into her skin. “It’s too much—it’s too much, Diana—” She hushed you with her lips, silencing your panic with another brutal thrust. “No. It is not too much. It is exactly what you were made for.” She pulled back to watch your face, pride gleaming in her eyes as your mouth fell open, caught between pain and ecstasy. “Crying so beautifully, unraveling in my arms.” The words came out in a groan.
Creamy slick gushed around her cock, coating it, smearing against her pubic bone, and Diana’s eyes widened as she noticed. She leaned down and whispered into your ear. “Your body betrays you,” she purred. “Look at you, writhing like a desperate thing. Is this how you show gratitude?” Her words scorched you. “Yes—yes, please don’t stop—” your eyes could barely focus. You screwed them shut, warm tears prickling down your face as you heard a silky chuckle echo above. “Don’t look away from me. I want you to see exactly who owns you.”
Diana reached for the recording device, tapping a rune with one elegant finger. Its glow brightened, capturing every sob, every slick sound of the golden shaft plunging into you. “Good,” she whispered against your ear. “Give them to me. Every broken sound. Every filthy plea. They belong to me now.”
And she meant it.
She thrust harder, hips snapping with godly precision. The couch creaked beneath you as your body jolted with every slam. Your thighs trembled, your walls fluttering helplessly around the relentless intrusion. “Pretend for me,” she growled suddenly, biting your shoulder. “Pretend you are not mortal. Pretend I can plant my legacy in you, that you will swell with something divine.” Your moan was broken, wrecked. “Yes—fill me, make me yours—make me carry your heir.”
Her hand slid up your body, seizing your breast. Milk beaded from your nipple, unexpected, almost shocking—warm and sweet against her palm. Diana’s eyes seemed darkened with hunger, that gracious smile dipping into something more devious. She pinched, coaxing more until it dripped down her fingers. “Even Hera could not feed you so sweetly,” she hissed. She smeared it across your lips, your chin, her face reverent as if it were a sacrament. “Drink it. Take from me.”
You obeyed, tongue flicking over her thumb, shame curling hot in your stomach. She groaned low, grinding the strap deeper until your breath tore out in ragged sobs. “Perfect,” she gasped, rutting now, her control fraying. “My beautiful little mortal. My sweet worshiper. Cry harder for me—let Olympus hear who you belong to.” She kissed you—teeth and tongue, pressing so hard it felt like she was branding you from the inside out. When she pulled back, your lips were swollen, slick with your milk, as her tongue flicked over her lips.
Her hips ground down, slow enough that you felt every ridge, every vein-like curve of the golden strap drag against your walls. It wasn’t just penetration—it was an intrusion that made your cunt ache, spreading you until your body forgot where pleasure ended and pain began. She rubbed her thumb against your clit without finesse, almost cruel in its rhythm, until your thighs jerked helplessly against her sides.
The knot of Diana’s robe slipped loose mid-thrust, the silken fabric parting to reveal the swell of her chest, full and perfect, rising and falling with her every breath. For a moment, the sight nearly knocked the air from your lungs. You couldn’t decide whether to scream or warn her. Your hands—trembling, clawed from her shoulders down across her chest. Fingernails dug into smooth, heated skin, leaving angry red trails until they curved over her breasts.
You squeezed hard, shamelessly, like you needed something to anchor yourself against the brutal rhythm inside you. Diana’s head tipped back with a twisted sound—half-moan, half-growl—as your hands roamed her. Her rhythm slowed just a beat, hips grinding instead of slamming, as though your touch had stolen the last of her composure. Her voice broke, like it had been dragged raw. “Do it again,” she demanded, chest heaving. “Touch me like I belong to you.” Your nails raked again, harder this time, and she rewarded you with a sound so low and sensual it vibrated through your ribs and to your cunt.
It was like she couldn't get enough, with every cry and plea, it simply became worse. Diana angled the strap just right, slamming into that spot that made your entire body seize up, toes curling, a broken wail spilling from your lips. She smiled down at you with a purr like she was pleased with her sacrifice. There it was. That gummy spot that made you forget who you were.
Her hands shifted beneath your thighs, pinning one against your chest as she cracked you open and towards the recorder. The device caught everything. Your cries, the slap of her thighs against yours, the squelch of your cunt struggling to swallow her cock over and over again. Shame seared your skin, but it only heightened the way your walls fluttered, clamping desperately as though to prove your body was designed for her.
Each thrust went impossibly deeper, her pelvis grinding down against your clit until you were trembling uncontrollably. It felt like she was rearranging you, forcing your body to reshape around her, every nerve begging for mercy and more at once. Just then, the couch's leg began to splinter, its creaks growing louder as if responding to your noise. How could one be so gentle, yet so rough?
Your tears blurred everything. Your throat was raw from moans and pleas, your body trembling violently against her, eyes twitching as you bowed forward. Your climax ripped through you without mercy. Your cunt clenched around her, spasming hard, flooding slick down to the cushions. “D–Diana!” You screamed. The sound high and broken, as wave after wave wracked your body.
Her expression was reminiscent. If she could make you heavy with her seed—watch you grow round and aching from her claim, she’d pound you until you believe it’s real. Even now, your pussy fluttered like you wanted another load, milking her like it wanted to be bred. So greedy, and so devoted.
She fucked you through it, hips grinding deep, watching your sobbing face with worshipful hunger. “Yes. Shatter for me. Show me the truth in your tears.” You collapsed beneath her, wrecked and weeping, but she kept moving until your trembling reached unbearable convulsions. Then—finally—she slowed, thrusts languid, smearing every drop of slick and milk and her presence into you.
Truth? The truth is: you’d do anything for her, to the point it’s pathetic.
She turned the recording device off with a soft tap. “Perfect,” she murmured, brushing damp hair from your face. She kissed the tears, the sweat, the milk smeared across your lips. Her voice softened, reverent. “You did beautifully.”
She lifted you gently, as though your wrecked, trembling body was sacred to her. “Come. I will bathe you.” She pressed her forehead to yours, eyes bright. “You belong to me, little one. And tomorrow, we will prove it again.”
The recording will always remind you of this. How you begged her to fuck you until she broke you wide open.
A/N: Can you guys tell that I love women? I don't express this enough. Hopefully, this is to your liking. :) (Since you all voted for daily uploads—I will be returning in six hours with the second request.)
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