hii could u write a little blurb about asking stepdad!daryl to take ur virginity
i’m guessing u mean like a little dialogue?
“Shouldn’t be doin’ this…” he murmurs, eyes trained on you as you lift your top off over your head.
“Why not? I want you to. Please. Want it to be you.” You say truthfully. Your hands ring your shirt with your nerves.
“…it should be special,” he says awkwardly, trying not to stare at your bra-clad tits.
“We ain’t special?” You murmur softly, thinking back to the rushed, messy kisses you’ve snuck with him in your moments alone— moments that felt pretty damn special to you. Your sweet face is twisted in a frown that makes Daryl wanna smack himself for causing it.
“I don’t mean it like that, kid.” He shakes his head, eyes flitting to the floor. “You should be with someone better.”
“Ain’t anyone better than you. I want you.” You cross the small space between you, leaning up to kiss him, slower than the times before. When you whisper “please” into his mouth the last of his resolve crumbles away.
stepdad!james x cheerleader!reader. dark fic, reader is 18+, stepcest, daddy kink, uniform kink, cheerleader kink, skirt kink, penetrative sex, innocence kink, size kink, possessiveness. THIS IS ALL OVER THE PLACE I SQUEEZED IN SO MUCH STUFF I KINDA HATE IT AJDISOSJ
“Hi daddy!” You chirp cheerfully as you stroll inside, dropping your backpack beside the counter with a thud. Your stepdad turns around, and you don’t miss the way his eyes darken as he takes you in.
“You have practice today, kiddo?” He murmurs, gaze trailing up and down your body, eyeing your miniskirt and sleeveless top. You nod, grinning.
“Uh huh. Coach said I did really well!” You walk over to him, and as soon as you’re close enough his hands are on your waist, thumbs rubbing your sides.
“Yeah?” He’s still not looking at you, eyes trained down on your uniform. “Good job, sweetheart. ‘M proud of you.” The praise makes your heart soar as he reaches up with one hand to take your chin between his thumb and forefinger, finally meeting your gaze.
“You are, daddy?” You murmur, looking up at him innocently. James nods, and his touch slides from your waist to the small of your back. You gasp when he pulls you into his body and you feel his hard-on press against your abdomen.
“I am. You want me to show you just how proud?” His gaze is hungry, and you bite your lip, nodding bashfully.
“Yes, daddy.” In the next second you’re being lifted up by your waist and your stepdad’s mouth is on yours as he brings you over and seats you on the countertop. The kiss is rough and heated, making your skin tingle, and James’s large hands roam all over your body- groping your clothed breasts, trailing over your curves, snaking up under your skirt as it rides up your thigh and ghosting over your sensitive skin.
You gasp when his touch reaches the apex of your thighs, fingers rubbing firmly over your panty-clad slit.
“Fuck, peanut.” His voice is low and gruff. “You’re so fuckin’ sexy, y’know that? You must’ve, skippin’ in here in this slutty little uniform. You acted so innocent, but y’knew what this would do to me, didn’t you?” He murmurs against your neck as he nips and sucks there. You let out a breathless moan, shaking your head.
“N-no, daddy, I didn’t know.” You whimper honestly, and your words only seem to spur him on.
“Christ, of course you didn’t. My sweet little girl- you really are innocent, aren’t you? Never knew an innocent cheerleader in my goddamn life, but here you are.” His fingers retract from you, and you whine in complaint until you see him reach down to work open his trousers and free his hard cock. You whimper when you see its size.
“See what you did to me, sweetheart? See how hard you made me?” He gives his length a couple strokes as you nod. “Y’gonna finish what you started now? Gonna help daddy cum?”
“Yes, daddy.” You moan, reaching down with shaky fingers to pull your cotton panties to the side. James moans when he catches sight of your wet folds.
“What a good girl.” He steps up to you and immediately lines up and pushes his head in firmly, making you cry out at the stretch. James groans lowly at the tightness of your walls.
“D-daddy, it’s so big!” You cry out, head falling back limply as James continues to push in, slow and steady. Your elbows dig into the marble countertop almost painfully, but you ignore the uncomfortable position in favor of enjoying the feeling of your stepdad’s cock inside you.
“I know, princess.” He coos, leaning down to kiss you, one big hand returning to grope at your chest. “My cock’s almost too big for your tight little pussy. But don’t worry, kiddo- we’ll make it fit.”
You whimper at the words and squirm slightly as he pushes in to the hilt, but he holds you firmly in place with a grip on your hip.
“There we go, see? Good girl. Look how pretty you are, in your cute little uniform, filled up with your daddy’s cock.” You moan at his words, but the sound is cut off by a gasp as he pulls out to start thrusting. “Fuckin’ hell, you feel so nice and tight. ‘M I the first one to use this little cunt, sweetheart?”
“N-no…” you murmur shyly, heat rushing to your cheeks. James’s eyes darken and his nostrils flare, and he pushes into you with a hard thrust that steals all the air from your lungs.
“No? Y’let some pimple faced kid fuck you?” Your eyes widen at the possessiveness in his tone, and you barely manage a nod. He’s thrusting hard now, his pace picking up with his anger.
“Well, princess, don’t you worry. I’ll make you forget all about him.”
thinking abt tommy fucking reader for information… she’s the sister of some bastard he needs to take down and the second he meets you he knows you’re his in, so eager to please and sweet, so infatuated by him.
it’s not hard to convince you to sleep with him and as he’s fucking you, when you’re teetering on the edge and can tell you’re in the perfect haze, he comes to a halt and rasps “where does he keep the money?”
you just blink at him, so caught off guard, eyes wide and confused, and he grips your face to make you focus. “Tell me where your brother keeps the money, or I stop.”
That has you whining, squirming beneath him, but you still only stare up at him without a word. He can tell your foggy mind’s conflicted. He keeps his voice low and just on the edge of intimidating. “Tell me.”
His tone has a response spilling out of your lips without second thought, and he nods, tracing a thumb over your lower lip and moving his hips again. “That’s a good girl.”
Doctor!Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader. Power imbalance, liiight dubcon, fingering, doctor/patient, innocence, size kink, penetrative sex, loss of virginity, cervical orgasm, unsafe sex
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You pull down the hem of your gown, flushing at the way the material rides up your thighs as you sit atop the examination bench. Doctor Lupin is typing away on his computer, recording your height, weight, and vitals that he’d taken moments prior. You stare down at the ground, pretending that the tiles interest you more than his long, busy fingers and handsome face.
“Alright, Miss L/n.” He looks up, offering you that warm smile that makes your heart flutter. “Now it’s time for the more personal portion of your physical. Lay down on your back, please, feet towards the door.”
You swallow nervously but offer him a small nod. The paper crinkles below you as you move, and you cringe internally at the sound of it tearing as you shuffle awkwardly atop the table to get into the directed position.
“Very good, thank you.” You watch as he picks up latex gloves and slips them onto his large hands, long fingers flexing to adjust the material comfortably around them.
“Now, I’m going to feel to make sure there are no abnormalities in your stomach or breasts.” He explains, stepping up beside the table and looking down at you calmly. “Tell me if you feel any pain, alright?” You offer him a quick nod, and he smiles. “Good girl.”
You flush at the praise, your stomach doing flips, but you try to remain calm as he reaches out, hands slipping under your gown, to press his fingertips along your lower belly and abdomen. You stay quiet as instructed since his touch brings you no pain, though you suck in a sharp breath as his hands move upwards, feeling just below your breasts.
“Does that hurt?” He inquires, having caught the sound and looking up at you with slight concern. You hastily shake your head.
“N-no, sorry. Continue.” The faintest of smirks plays at his lips, so faint you almost don’t catch it, but he carries on with an air of professionalism. You try to calm your breathing as he kneads at the soft flesh.
“Everything feels alright.” He reports, offering a smile- though you notice there’s a long moment before he removes his hands from you. “Now, dear, I’m going to have to check lower.” You swallow nervously, and your nod of assent is stiff.
He moves down the examination table, your heart rate increasing with every inch as the attractive man gets closer and closer to seeing your most intimate parts.
“Has everything been feeling comfortable down here? No pain?” His hand slips under your gown, fingertips tracing the hem of your panties.
“Yes, Doctor.” You cringe at how shaky your reply comes out. His fingers pull back the elastic, and you force yourself to look up so you don’t have to watch his intent gaze as he examines you. You feel the pads of his fingers prod gently at your mound.
“And are you sexually active?” Your mouth runs dry- do doctors usually ask that question while their hands are in your underwear?
“N-No, doctor” you stammer.
“Really?” You think you catch surprise in his tone, and he has to take a moment to clear his throat. “Well, then. Nothing to worry about there.” You risk a glance downwards and catch his eye, and he appears as if he’s contemplating something. He swallows, and seems to come to a decision, as he goes on speaking.
“But you said everything feels normal? No lack of sensation, in your clitoris or elsewhere?” Your cheeks heat up at his words.
“My what?” Your voice is meek. He swallows again.
“Your clit, dear.” He repeats. You think you’ve likely heard the word before, but you have no idea of its meaning. You stare down at him in an embarrassed silence.
“You don’t know what that is, do you?” You shake your head. That smirk is back, but now in full force, and butterflies swarm your stomach. “Do you want me to show you?”
Of course you know what he’s asking, know that he’s implying something that’s well outside the realm of a normal check up. There’s a flustered beat of silence as your mind races through your options. Your doctor is kind, and attractive, and is offering to teach you about the wonders of the female anatomy. Needing no further contemplation beyond that, you nod.
“Use your words, please.” The gentle command makes your head swim.
“Y-yes, doctor.”
“Good girl.” His fingers hook into the hem of your panties and he coaxes them down the length of your legs before tossing them behind himself carelessly. “Do you touch yourself, sweetheart?”
“Sometimes” the word is barely above a whisper as his hands gently press against your thighs, moving them apart. You feel somewhere between anxious and eager. He hums.
“Then you’re familiar with this little spot, yes?” His thumb presses against a sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of your slit, making you gasp, and you whimper out a strained “mhm”.
“That, darling, is your clitoris.” He explains, starting to rub small, slow circles on the nub that have your thighs trembling. His thumb leaves for just a moment, swiping briefly against your entrance and tearing another surprised gasp from you. “As your body becomes aroused you’ll get wet, and using that will make things feel even better.” He murmurs. The circles he draws are smoother now as his gloved thumb spreads your moisture around your clit.
You let out a soft moan, eyes flitting between the doctor’s skilled hands and his handsome face, torn as to which erotic sight to focus on.
“Keep your eyes on me, doll.” Doctor Lupin makes the decision for you, his words prompting you to keep your gaze settled on his own. His deep brown eyes are almost eclipsed by black, and you whimper at the intensity of his gaze and the smirk he still wears. “Atta girl, there’s those pretty eyes. Does this feel good, darling?”
You whimper again with your nod, your ability to speak long gone as sparks of pleasure course through your nerves with every swirl of his thumb.
“Yeah?” His voice has lowered and carries a mocking edge that makes your chest tighten. “What a sweet lil’ thing.” His other hand moves from its resting place on your thigh to tease finger tips over your entrance, and you tense up at the feeling.
“Do you finger yourself, Y/n?” Your arousal grows at the way your name sounds rolling of his tongue, and you meet his inquiring gaze with a shake of your head. His eyes darken.
“Well, I’m going to show you another important spot.” He murmurs. With his thumb never stilling, his fingers breach your tight entrance, making you jolt against the table. Soft shushing sounds fall from his lips as he slides his fingers into you, and you slowly relax as you adjust to the intrusion, your walls fluttering. Unbeknownst to you the sensation of your cunt around his fingers has the doctor imagining what you’d feel like on his cock, and is the cause for the low groan that spills from him.
“You’re so tight, baby.” As his professionalism fades more and more his terms of endearment grow more personal, making adoration swell in your chest.
“I-it feels- oh” your words end in a lewd, surprised moan as the doctor crooks his gloved fingers, sponging over a spot that has you seeing stars.
“Theeere it is” he grits out, repeating the motion. “That’s your g-spot, Y/n.” His thumb is unwavering against your throbbing clit and his fingers start up gentle thrusts that hit the mark every time. The ripples of arousal in your belly turn to waves at the stimulation, and the moans you let out are high pitched and continuous.
“Holy shit- don’t stop- right there- please don’t stop” you babble as your euphoria grows. Remus chuckles.
“I wouldn’t dream of it, doll. ‘M gonna make you cum, want you t’cum f’me” He growls, and that’s all it takes. You squeeze your eyes shut, head falling back against the cushioned table as your orgasm crashes down on you, drowning all other thoughts and sensations.
Lupin’s fingers work you through it while a steady stream of encouragement leaves his lips. His coos of “good girl, that’s it, let it happen, bet that feels so good, look how pretty you are” are music to your ears, and a blissful smile adorns your lips as your orgasm slowly fades.
He removes his thumb from your pulsing clit and slips his fingers from your soaked channel, leaving you whimpering and clenching around nothing.
“Shhh, ‘s alright” he murmurs as he takes off his gloves. Your blood is running hotter than normal, and as you trail your fuzzy gaze down to the man you spot his now bare hands working the button of his slacks. You let out a confused whimper in sync with the metallic sound of a zipper.
“I think it’s time I show you were your cervix is, sweetheart.” The doctor says lowly, making your heart skip a beat. He pulls down his pants and briefs in one easy motion, and his long, thick cock springs free, slapping against his clothed abdomen. Your eyes widen cartoonishly, making him chuckle.
“’S big, huh?” He voices your thoughts aloud, large hand stroking over his shaft slowly. “It’ll fill your little pussy right up, doll. Get nice and deep inside you.” He steps up so he’s between your spread legs, reaching out to hook his hands under your knees and pull you easily down to the table’s edge. You whimper at the manhandling.
“L-lupin-”
“Scuse me?”
“Doctor” you correct, puling your lower lip between your teeth “please.”
“Y’want my cock, sweet thing?” He taunts with a grin, rubbing the head upwards through your sopping folds. Your head bobbles in a desperate nod. “Yeah? What a good girl you are.” With that he pushes in, sheathing inside you in one firm thrust. You let out a cry- the stretch of your walls and the breaking of your hymen sending ripples of searing pain through you.
Immediately Lupin folds his body over yours, his face hovering above your contorted features as he slowly starts to ease the rest of the way in. He places a soft kiss on the creases of your taut forehead, and you feel yourself relax slightly at the tender gesture and the soothing words that follow.
“Easy, doll, easy. Focus on the good parts- feel how full you are? Isn’t that nice?” You whimper and offer him a weak nod before a sigh of relief spills from your lips as his hand snakes down to start back up on your clit. Instantly your body relaxes at the added pleasure.
“Atta girl, let me in.” He groans out, finally sliding in to the hilt. You let out a choked whine as the head of his cock knocks against something deep inside you.
“Y’feel that, baby? Feel how I can’t go any further?” You nod, gazing up into his warm eyes in wonder. He grinds down, rotating his hips and dragging his cock against your back wall, leaving you whining and writhing in painful pleasure. “That’s your cervix. Keeps me from goin’ all the way to your womb.” You let out an outright moan at that, and the doctor smirks.
“You like that? Like knowin’ how deep inside your little pussy I am?” His hips pull back before pushing back in again. He repeats the motion, his thrusts slow, firm, and complete, hitting your cervix each time without fail. Lost in bliss, your nod is sloppy as your vision is blurred with stars.
“Goood girl” he growls, voice an even lower rumble as your walls massage his shaft and your cervix stimulates his tip. “Gonna make you cum again, sweetheart. Should feel different this time- lotsa people say cervical orgasms are even better.”
He keeps thrusting and rubbing at your clit, and a feeling akin to that rippling arousal from before starts to build within you, but he’s right, it is different now. It feels deeper, more internal, and when he growls “cum for me” the sensation that washes over you is more intense than anything you’ve ever experienced.
Pure, unadulterated pleasure blooms in your core and bleeds into your abdomen and outwards until every nerve on your body is alight. Your mouth is open, lips slack in a noiseless scream, and as you tremble beneath him Lupin leans down to devour any choked sound that manages to escape you.
Your rapture seems unending, the orgasm drawn out by Remus’s continued thrusts, and eventually by the feeling of his warm cum painting the entrance to your womb and filling you up. Your contracting walls milk him, and it’s your turn now to drink in the low groan that spills from his lips into yours.
By the time your pleasure finally fades you feel exhausted. Your eyelids are heavy, your head is swimming, and your cunt is spasming around the length still buried within you. Remus’s panting breaths match your own, and between them he presses kisses to the heated skin of your cheeks.
“You did so well for me, darling.” He murmurs, a sweet smile on his lips. “I think it’s safe to say you’re my favorite patient yet.” You beam at the words, a soft giggle escaping you, and lean up to steal another chaste kiss. Suddenly a thought manages to cross your hazy mind, and you pull back, looking up at Lupin in a panic.
“I’m not on-”
“It’s alright” he soothes, delivering another peck to your lips. “I’ll get you a plan B.”
Stepbrother!Draco x Fem!Reader. Stepcest, innocence kink, corruption, first time, loss of virginity (hymen mention), praise, a bit of degradation. It’s mentioned/implied that reader is a college freshman (so modern au lol). This is dialogue heavy, oops.
word count: 2k
You let out the air you’d been holding in your lungs when you make it past your parents’ room, easily navigating the dark, familiar hallway. You glance down at your phone, nearly blinding yourself as the screen illuminates, but you blink a few times and manage to read it. 1 am. You should be able to make it in time- your friend said parties usually go until three, easily.
“Hey, kid.” Your breath catches in your throat at the sound of your stepbrother’s voice and you whirl around to find his silhouette standing in the kitchen doorway. Crap.
“Where are you off to?” He asks cooly. You try to act natural.
“O-out.” You cringe at the way your voice wavers, and you immediately give up playing coy. “Please don’t tell mom and dad-“ you flinch as he flicks on the kitchen light, eyes squinting as they adjust. Once they do, you can see him looking you up and down, his brow pinched and a scoff leaving his lips.
“Out? In that?” Your stomach churns nervously, fingers fiddling with the hem of your miniskirt. The outfit is already out of your comfort zone, so his words sting.
“Do you not like it?” You ask softly, eyeing the ground. That earns you another scoff, but before you can be crushed Draco’s stepping towards you.
“Are you kidding me? It looks hot, idiot. And that’s why it’s a problem.” He’s still approaching you, the space between you quickly being reduced to mere inches, and you look up at him with wide eyes, cocking your head.
“What do you m-“ you’re cut off when he leans down and presses his lips to yours, making you gasp. He tastes like mint- toothpaste, you realize distantly- and his thin lips are soft. His tongue feels wet as it confidently swipes inside your mouth. You’ve never been kissed before, certainly not with tongue, and you can’t help the soft moan that escapes you at the sensation. Embarrassment warms your cheeks as he pulls away.
“You think ‘m gonna let someone else see you like this?” His big hands find your waist, and you- still reeling from the kiss- just stare up at him dumbly. He smirks. “What’s the matter? Never been kissed before?”
You shake your head, and he hums, reaching up to grasp your chin. “Good girl.” You couldn’t say why, but the praise has warm arousal spreading in your belly.
“I-I…” you try to collect your thoughts as he stares down at you, his gaze dark and piercing. “So- I should change?” Draco laughs at you, and your cheeks burn now.
“You’re not going to the party, stupid. You and I can have more fun than a bunch of drunk freshmen.” You realize that you’re staring at his lips now, and your pussy throbs at the way they glisten with your shared saliva.
“By kissing more?” The words come out in a needy breath, and Draco’s smirk grows. His hand snakes around to your lower back, and he pulls you into him, making your breath hitch as his hard-on presses against your abdomen.
“Something like that.” His fingers curl around your wrist in a grip firm enough that you’re sure he can feel your rapid pulse, and he drags you towards the basement. You have to focus hard not to trip over your own feet as you stumble after him.
He has you in the guest bedroom, pressed below him on the mattress, in a matter of moments. You’re thrilled to get his mouth back on you, and somewhat more prepared now, you let your lips slacken, allowing him to venture deeper into your mouth. He still dominates the kiss, and your movements against him are sloppy, your teeth clacking against each other every so often.
One of his hands trails down the curve of your hip and lands on your thigh, hiking up the thin fabric of your skirt. Goosebumps pop up in the wake of his touch as his fingertips ghost along your skin, and he devours the little gasps and whines that spill from your lips eagerly.
Suddenly his touch moves inwards and he’s rubbing firmly over your clothed cunt, tearing a startled moan out of you. He pulls away, grinning, and gazes down at your slack-jawed face hungrily.
“That feels good, doesn’t it? Better than when you do it, I bet.” His voice is somewhere between a sneer and a coo, and you’re not sure if it’s supposed to arouse you, but it does. You pull your lower lip between your teeth and offer him a nod. He hums.
“You’re fuckin’ dripping, too. Soaked right through your panties. Little slut.” Your eyes widen at his words, but he doesn’t seem angry- it’s actually quite the opposite. He seems almost pleased, if his cocky grin is anything to go by.
He pulls your underwear aside, exposing your wet folds to the cool air. You gasp when he thumbs over your throbbing clit, your hips bucking upwards, chasing his touch.
“Take it easy, princess.” He taunts with a chuckle. “Just stay still. I’ll make you feel good, don’t you worry.” He rubs a slow, tantalizing circle on your sensitive bud before swiping two long digits up your wet slit. “Fuck, thought I’d have to get you ready with my mouth, but I don’t think you need it. Your slutty little pussy’s beggin’ for it.”
“Please.” You gasp out desperately, reaching up and trailing your fingers under the hem of his t-shirt, feeling over his toned abdomen. He leans down to kiss you briefly, smirking against your lips.
“And now your slutty little mouth’s beggin’ for it too. I like that.” You want to protest when he pulls his hand away, mourning the loss of touch, until you see where it’s going.
He pulls down the waistband of his sweats and boxers in one fell swoop, and your eyes nearly bug out of your head as, just like that, his cock springs free. He grins goadingly at your reaction.
“Big, huh?”
“B-biggest I’ve seen.” You quip softly, flicking your gaze up to his face. Draco scoffs.
“Brat.” He grips himself at his base and rubs his head through your folds, gathering your moisture. You whine and squirm when he passes over your clit, heart thrumming in your chest with nerves and anticipation at the unfamiliar feeling.
“Calm down. You’re fine.” He murmurs almost tenderly, sensing your faint fear. He leans down for another kiss, and you’re surprised at how fast the action has become a great source of comfort. “Just gotta relax and let me in, okay? You can take it. And it’ll feel really good.” He keeps his eyes on you, the blue of them almost entirely eclipsed by black. You nod. “Attagirl.”
Then he’s pushing in- applying just enough pressure that the tip of his cock breaches your tight hole, making your eyes roll back and your fingers curl tightly in his t-shirt where it hangs down from above you. Draco groans as he pushes in, brow pinched with restraint, and the stretch hurts- but just when you’re about to cry out he reaches down and starts those delicious circles back up on your clit.
You relax immediately, earning a low “that’s it”, and with a quick snap of his hips Draco’s pushing through your hymen and sheathing inside you to the hilt. At that you do cry out, but the pain- however hot and intense- is brief, and soon a pleasurable feeling of fullness overwhelms it.
“Oh.” Is all you can manage to choke out, your lungs void of air and your body still tense. Draco’s thumb keeps up its movements on your clit, adding fuel to the fire of your arousal, and when he pulls out to make that first thrust back in, a long moan spills from your lips.
“Yeah.” He moans, mocking yours. “Told you it’d feel good, didn’t I?” He sounds different now- his tone is still teasing, but his voice is strained and lowered. It makes your walls flutter.
He starts up a steady pace, benevolently allowing you time to adjust to the new sensations. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He grits out, bracing his elbows on either side of your head, leaving his face close enough to yours that you can feel the hot puffs of his exhales. His thrusts start to pick up speed. “‘M glad I fucking caught you before you left, couldn’t handle it if some other prick had gotten to do this first.”
“Draco-“ his hand clamps over your mouth to cut off your lewd moan, huge palm encompassing the lower half of your face.
“Shhh.” With his reprimand you’re reminded of your parents, asleep just upstairs. He keeps driving into you, his cock spongeing over a spot that has you seeing stars. “As pretty as you sound moaning my name, you’ve gotta stay quiet, kid.”
You nod under his hand and he moves it, leaning down now so his forehead is against yours. That same hand makes its way up under your shirt, and your eyes widen when you realize he’ll discover that you’re not wearing a bra. He must catch on- he huffs out a breathy laugh, but he doesn’t mention it.
As he palms at your breast and pinches at your nipple, adding to your pleasure, you run your hands up his shirt to feel the muscled expanse of his back. Its lightly dampened by perspiration, and the back of your mind makes a note to have him take off his clothes next time, so you can see his glistening skin as he pounds into you.
Before you realize it you’re climbing towards orgasm. Your back is arching and your stomach is tightening, your pussy clenching around Draco’s cock. At the same time, his breathing grows more laborious and his thrusts more sloppy, telling you he must be nearing his own release.
“Getting close, princess?” He gasps out, and your head swims at his gravelly voice. You bobble your head in a sloppy nod.
“Go on, then. Cum for me.” He growls, snapping his hips into yours with a new ferocity. “Cum on your stepbrother’s cock, you dirty fuckin’ thing.” The degrading words send you hurtling over the edge and you barely manage to clap your own hand over your mouth to stifle your moan.
Draco groans lowly at the way you spasm around him in your orgasm, and he’s able to work you through it with a few thrusts before he pulls out to swiftly stroke himself to completion. You watch with rapt attention as he fists quickly at his cock- your body still trembling with your fading orgasm- and eventually spills out over your lower belly and clothed abdomen.
“Fuck.” He finally grits out as the last rope of cum spurts from his tip. He lets go of his cock, the member slapping wetly against his thigh, before collapsing beside you on the mattress. For a moment you both just lay there, catching your breath until you regain the ability to speak.
“Draco?” He offers you a low hum to let you know he heard you. “N-next time we should get naked.” You turn to look at him shyly, finding a glint in his eye.
“Next time?” Your mind floods with doubt at his question, and he must see it in your face, as he lets out a laugh and leans over to kiss you. “I’m messing with you, kid. So long as you’re good, there’ll be plenty of next times.”
i wasn't the one who did but your writing is amazing and just thought the idea was really cool
okay usually i need a little more than that for a dialogue idea but since this is inspiring me at the moment i came up w a lil smth :)) ty for ur kind words btw bby <3
“Quiet,” Daryl mumbles as he rocks his hips slightly, foregoing full thrusts to instead drag his cock against your g-spot and make you clench around him.
“Thought you liked my noises,” you quip breathlessly. Your hands are raised up and resting on his chest, fingers splayed across his pectorals.
“When there ain’t other damn people in the house.” He pulls out farther than usual and thrusts back in, making you squeak as he hits your cervix. His palm clamps over your mouth. His large and envelopes almost half of your face. “Know you can follow orders better than that, girl. Be quiet.”
MAFIA LOKI MAFIA LOKI 🗣🗣🗣 him having you cockwarm him or fingering you during a meeting and telling you to stay quiet because you wouldn’t want to distract anyone
Mafia!Loki x Fem!reader. No direct/explicit violence but it is a mafia au so be warned abt those themes and vague discussions of violence, cock warming, d/s, sir kink, public sex, exhibitionism, degradation, somewhat dark!loki, light misogyny and power imbalance, slightttt dubcon (u can imagine it w safewords in place or not ig 🤷🏻♀️)
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“You’re coming with me today, pet.” You’re shocked by Loki’s words, turning to stare at him in the mirror with furrowed brows and an agape mouth as he tightens the knot of his tie.
“You want me to come with you? To your meeting?” You ask dumbly, trying to ignore how attractive he is in his finely tailored and pressed suit. He dresses like that every day, you’d think its arousing effects would have worn off by now- but a dull pulse between your legs assures you that it hasn’t.
“That’s what I said. Today’s meeting is going to be long, and in all honesty quite a bore, so I could use your company.” He turns around, dropping his hands from his neat collar and fixing you with a stern gaze, brow raised. “So long as you’re able to behave yourself.”
“Yes, sir!” You say in a rush, eyes bright and heart swelling at the prospect of spending the whole day with your husband. “I’ll be on my very best behavior.”
“Good. You’d better, or I-“
“Won’t hesitate to take me over your knee, I know.” You recite the phrase easily, barely suppressing a roll of your eyes. Loki smirks and leans down to press a fleeting peck to your cheek.
“Precisely. Now come along, my colleagues will be arriving in ten minutes.”
He slips his hand into yours- his hold firm and reassuring- and he guides you to the meeting room upstairs. You watch with quiet giddiness as he unlocks the door, so used to the area being restricted that it seems thrilling to finally be allowed inside. You’d seen it before, of course, so when Loki finally swings open the door and you’re left looking at a rather ordinary conference room with a large, long table and numerous chairs situated around it you aren’t surprised. But still, despite the room’s apparent plainness, you feel a tingle of excitement as Loki ushers you inside it.
“Here, pet, you’ll sit with me.” You trail after him as he walks to the large chair at the head of the table, expecting him to pull one up beside it. Instead, you’re left staring at him in confusion as he sits down and looks at you expectantly.
“Well come on, then.” He says after a few beats of silence, patting his broad thigh. Your eyes widen.
“You want me to sit in your lap? During the meeting?” You murmur, heat rushing to your cheeks. Loki raises a brow.
“Yes, I do. It’s not as if my men will have anything to say about it. Perks of being in charge.” He says it like a joke, but he doesn’t crack a smile. “If anything they expect me to make use of you however I please. That’s why I have you, hm? So come on.”
When you hesitate still, fiddling with your fingers, Loki’s expression hardens. “I won’t ask again.”
That’s enough to put you in motion and you scramble to sit in the man’s lap, not wanting to ruin the opportunity to spend the day with him by disobeying after he’d made you promise your best behavior. Loki lets out a pleased hum, large hands moving to your waist to situate you just the way he wants you.
“There we are. Now be a good girl and stay quiet during the meeting, alright? And follow my orders, just like always.”
“Yes, sir.” You murmur your obedience, settled comfortably in his lap, leaning against his chest.
Just a few minutes pass before you hear faint voices down the stairs, growing louder as footsteps make their way towards the conference room. You watch as men start filing in- all of varying ages and statures, some smiling and joking with one another while others appear severe or plain unimpressed. They all, however, have the same general aura of intimidation surrounding them, an air of “do not fuck with me” that has you grateful to be sat in the lap of undoubtedly the most powerful man in the room.
When the last one enters he closes the door behind him and takes the single remaining chair at the table. Immediately, with the seats filled, a hush falls over the room, and all eyes turn to you. Or rather to Loki, you realize, but their intent gazes are near enough- and enough eyes rake over you briefly- that they bore into you all the same.
“Good afternoon.” Loki’s low timbre rings out, clear and unwavering. “Shall we get started?”
You drown out the rest of his words, and the words of the other men who speak, at first due to your nerves. Your eyes flit from face to face- all of which have taken on an expression of either cold seriousness or dark satisfaction- and your mind is swimming with such trepidation that you couldn’t possibly pay attention to the conversation.
But as minutes go by Loki rests a hand on your thigh, and his thumb rubs soothing circles there, and you begin to ease back against the familiar warmth of his body. Soon you’re tuning out the discussion out of serenity rather than fear, and your eyes even flutter shut as you relax in Loki’s lap.
You’re pulled from your peaceful state when you feel cool, calloused fingers trail from your outer thigh inwards, snaking up under the hem of your skirt. You intake a sharp breath and shiver at the feeling, head turning to look at Loki with furrowed brows. You find him staring straight ahead, listening to whoever’s speaking, as if his hand is doing nothing at all.
A lump forms in your throat that you barely manage to swallow as you take a quick glance around the room, grateful that no one seems to notice what’s going on. Your gratitude quickly disappears when Loki’s fingers reach their mark and press against your panty-clad center, pulling a gasp from your lips.
“What did I say about staying quiet, hm?” Loki breathes in your ear without even looking at you. You whimper softly, squirming in his lap. “Behave yourself. And sit still.”
You force yourself to obey him, tensing every muscle in your body in order to still yourself. Your eyes flit from person to person and embarrassed heat flushes to your cheeks when you find a couple of them wearing subtle smirks, their gazes trained between your legs. You close your eyes, attempting to ignore them as Loki’s fingers stop teasing your clit just to slip beneath the fabric of your panties. You shiver when they swipe through your wet folds. Unfortunately, despite your embarrassment, you can’t hide how aroused this whole ordeal is making you.
“You’re soaked, pet.” Loki purrs in your ear, surely wearing that insufferable, prideful smirk he so often dons. “I knew you would be. Always ready for me, so very eager to please.” Your hands grip at the armrests of his chair, trying to steel yourself as he teases your clit. Then his hand is pulling away- but he gives you no time to feel any sort of relief.
“Take out my cock.” The words bleed into your ear and, despite their low volume, drown out the voice of the blond man who’s currently speaking to the group. Your heart pounds in your chest, and you turn to look at the raven haired man with wide eyes.
“W-what?” You whisper shakily. He finally spares you a glance, and though it’s brief you can tell by his raised brow and subtle, arrogant smirk that he’s being entirely serious.
“You heard me. Do as I say.” Your eyes shift around the room for what feels like the hundredth time, noticing more and more men who seem to be in-tune to what’s going on. Loki, privy to your apprehension, lets out a soft huff of amusement. “Do not worry about them, pet, what I say goes and they’re well aware of that. Besides, they’ll hardly mind the show. So go on.”
You intake a sharp breath, trying to steel yourself, and reach down beside your thigh to the button of Loki’s trousers. You struggle somewhat to undo it with the way your hands tremble timidly, but after some fumbling, you manage. You cringe as you pull down the zipper, the audible metallic “zip” surely tuning any remaining oblivious men into your actions.
The blond must’ve finished saying what he had to, because as you reach into Loki’s black briefs his voice rings out beside your ear. You marvel at how steady and calm he sounds; it’s as if your hand isn’t currently in his pants, wrapped around the hardening length of his cock, in front of a room full of his colleagues. Though you suppose you shouldn’t be surprised, considering how often you witness the man’s impressive self control.
Loki finishes speaking and another man’s voice takes his place as you pull down the elastic of his boxers and pull his cock out, exposing it to the room. You swallow thickly as you hear a pregnant pause. It doesn’t last long, however, with the man quickly composing himself and continuing on like nothing’s happening.
“Good girl.” Loki praises lowly as you give his cock a tentative stroke, your grip loose and shaky. You intake a sharp breath when his fingers pull your panties to the side, a rush of cool air against your folds making your shiver. “Now put it inside you. I want you to warm me.”
“Sir-“
“Do you really think it’s wise to argue with me?” Loki cuts off your shocked whisper with a dark one of his own. “I won’t excuse your disobedience again. Put it inside you, now.”
You whimper, the warning in his tone impossible to miss, and with some slight repositioning you manage to angle his cock at your entrance and sink down atop it. You can’t help the moan that escapes you as he sheathes inside your cunt, your hand quickly flying over your mouth in a late attempt to stifle it.
Your ears burn as you hear low snickers and jeering whistles from around the room, a low rumbling chuckle even emanating from Loki’s chest against your back. His hands grip your waist, their firm presence holding you in place as you adjust to his cock.
“Men, please. Don’t let my pet here distract you.” A silence falls over the room once again. Your ears burn at his outright acknowledgement of what’s going on and you turn to hide your face in the crook of his neck. He locks eyes with the last man to speak. “Gallo, do continue.”
The man in question follows orders, his voice droning on about some violent plot to be carried out in the coming weeks. You’re far too distracted to hear any of it, of course, with Loki’s long, thick length in your cunt, prodding at your g-spot and stretching out your walls.
You try to relax as you had before, but you can’t ignore the numerous pairs of eyes trained on you- or more specifically, where you’re joined with Loki. You whimper, hand gripping the dark cotton of your husband’s dress shirt, but he only shushes you quietly. Not once does he take his eyes off of Gallo, and you can’t fathom how his focus is so intent when he has you speared on his cock.
You try to remember your rules- “be on your best behavior” “follow my orders” “stay quiet”- but with the sparks of pleasure that every slight shift of your body brings, you find it increasingly more difficult to remain obedient.
As you get more hot and bothered, the men take notice. You catch them smirking, eyeing you up, leaning in close to one another to whisper lewd comments. You’re ashamed that the attention only makes you more aroused, and you can safely assume that Loki will make you lick his dress-pants clean of the slick that has dripped onto them.
He keeps you in line whenever you let out a whimper too loud or a movement too conspicuous with a low warning or a sharp pinch to your inner thigh.
Finally, finally, after an hour and a half that felt like years, your ears perk up at Loki’s closing remarks.
“Well, then, that covers it.” You feel a rush of excitement at the prospect of getting relief for your throbbing pussy- and of being freed from this embarrassing position. “Johnson and Lewis, I’ll see you tomorrow to discuss how it went down with the stockbroker. You’re all dismissed.”
The room fills with the sound of scraping chairs as the men stand all at once, though their eyes still fixate on where you sit in your husband’s lap. You eye them, then glance at Loki in time to catch his mischievous expression.
“Y/n, darling, why don’t you say goodbye to the nice men?” He coos, grinning down at you and reaching out to cup your cheek. Your face heats up, and you glance awkwardly at the group.
“G-goodbye.” You murmur shakily, offering them all a shy smile. You hear quiet snickers and see vulgar smirks as they begin to file out of the room, each passing with variations of “bye, sweetheart” or “see you around, pretty thing.” as they walk out the door.
One man- someone whose face you recognize quite familiarly , which makes you think he’s one of Loki’s more trusted colleagues- even pauses to say, “you should bring your girl along to meetings more often.”
“Perhaps I will.” Loki smirks, thumb stroking your cheek where he still holds your face. The man leaves, and finally you’re alone with your husband once more.
“You did well, pet.” He murmurs the praise, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your forehead. You whine, fingers curling into his shirt tightly.
“I did, sir?” You sound hopeful, looking up at him with wide, needy eyes. “Good enough to earn a reward?”
He chuckles, making you gasp as he stands up with you, an arm around your waist keeping you on his cock as he moves to bend you over the table. You shiver when he leans down to nip your ear, his low growl making your cunt pulse.
fred weasley x george weasley x fem!reader. stranger x fem!reader. dark!fic, implied kidnapping, auctioning/selling, forced prostitution, non-con, dehumanization, degradation. Seriously, this is dark. Read at your own risk.
in many ways this was inspired by @babyjordy ‘s gloryhole fic w the twins, so huge shoutout to her, go check her out!!
“Make sure she’s lookin’ nice, George.” You hear Fred call from behind the counter where he’s restocking the register. “We wanna get her sold today.”
You’re trembling slightly as George tends to your nude body- clicking a collar around your neck, neatening up your hair, using his thumbs to rub oil onto your nipples so they’re hard and appealingly shiny.
He crouches down, tapping your thigh. “Open your legs.” You press your knees together with a whimper, and his tap turns into a pinch, making you yelp and spread your legs. “That’s better. You oughta listen to us, sweetheart, it’ll make things far easier on you.” He mutters, hands reaching up between your legs.
You gasp when his fingers grasp your pussy lips, pulling them apart so he can peer at your exposed cunt. He inspects it closely before bringing a thumb inwards to start circles on your clit, and you whine despite yourself.
“Gettin’ her nice and wet?” Fred asks as he walks up to stand beside his brother, his eyes raking up and down your nude form in his own examination. George nods.
“Figure they’ll wanna see she’s responsive and willing. Even if that’s a bit of false advertising.” He quips, and while Fred laughs your stomach churns. Though you can’t ignore the pooling arousal gathering under George’s skilled touch.
“I think she’ll sell fast, she’s already soaked.” George reports, rising back to his full height and towering over you. “And she’s real pretty.” You have to force yourself not to flinch away when he reaches out to grasp your chin, knowing such a move would lead to punishment. “We may wanna up our price.”
“We’ll see what we get offered and go from there.” Fred decides, reaching out to stroke a hand down your back, relishing in the way it makes you shiver. You gasp when he reaches your bum and trails a finger down your crack, his touch ghosting over your unused back entrance, and this time you can’t help but flinch away. It only makes the male smirk. “Never taken somethin’ there, have you?” He taunts condescendingly. “We’ll make sure to mention that. Gods, you’re gonna make us a fortune.”
Your heart pounds in your chest at the statement.
“Should I tie her up? Doubt she’ll stay still on her own.” George asks Fred, and the way they talk about you as if you’re not even there makes your stomach knot.
“Use the rig on the ceiling by the back wall and put a spreader bar on her, reckon that’ll do the trick. I’ll open up.” Fred responds, and at George’s nod he turns to walk back to the front of the store.
George grabs your wrist and leads you to the back, approaching thick red rope tied to a metal ring in the ceiling. There you’re tied up as Fred had instructed, and despite your tense resistance George easily overpowers you to pull your legs apart and put a spreader bar between them. He finishes things off with a ball gag in your mouth.
Some time passes with customers coming into the store, milling about, looking around at all the many sex toys the twins have to offer. All are entirely unfazed by your presence, strung up at the back of the store, eyes brimmed with tears; the only indication that they even notice you is the occasional lingering stare or vulgar remark.
Eventually a tall man- somewhere in his late thirties, you’d guess- seems to take particular interest in you. And you hate to admit it, hate that the thought even crosses your mind, but you can’t deny that he’s attractive.
He approaches, a sickening, appreciative smirk on his face, and you whimper when he reaches out with large hands to roughly grope at your exposed breasts. His fingers knead your tender flesh, tug at your sensitive nipples, and with your restraints you can do nothing more than squirm slightly.
“Ah, I see our new girl’s caught your eye.” You recognize the charming purr to be Fred’s. You look up from the spot on the floor you’d been staring at to see him stepping up beside the man, a sly grin on his face.
“That she has. She’s a beauty- got fuckin’ perfect tits.” The man says, voice low and gruff. Fred whistles.
“You should see her pussy, mate. We got her nice and wet this morning, bet she’s still soaked just from bein’ on display.” Heat rushes to your cheeks at Fred’s words, only worsened by the fact that they’re true.
“Is that so? This one’s a real slut for it, eh?” The man asks casually. You jerk when warm, thick fingers reach down, stroking through your folds to test the moisture gathered there. “Bloody hell, you weren’t kidding.” The man’s smirk morphs into a predatory grin. “Any chance I can test the merchandise?”
“Be my guest.” Fred says, and the man’s touch leaves you, his hands moving to undo the fly of his trousers. You watch with wide eyes as he pulls out his thick erection.
Fred reaches out to grasp your face, bringing your attention back to him, and once you hesitantly meet his gaze he gives your cheek a rough pat. “Be a good girl for the nice man, hm? If he likes you you’ll get to go home with him.” He tilts your head, forcing your gaze back to the man’s leaking member. “And I bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” You swallow as best you can around the gag, trying to ignore the pulse of arousal between your legs at the sight of the sizable cock. Fred smirks at your poorly masked anticipation before he turns back to the man.
“Once you have a go at her we’ll discuss a price.”
