Synopsis: Maybe you shouldn’t have teased Sebastian like you did…
Word count: 0.4k (drabble)
Warns: Dom! Sebastian, Sub!Reader, unprotected sex, use of petnames, degradation, mentions of overstimulation,rough sex.
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“You’re so cute kitten, begging like you anything could get you out of this~”
You let out a choked whimper as a gloved hand snaked it’s way around your neck, squeezing gently.
The room was quiet aside from the quiet rocking of the bed, coupled with your pitiful sounding moans and whimpers, You tried your best not to let any loud noises slip past your lips but a broken sob earned a chuckle from the man who was causing you to make them.
“Ah ah, what happened to that slutty little attitude of yours?” He teases, lowering himself to hover slightly over your lips, them ghosting against yours.
“You were practically begging for me to fuck you silly. And put you back in your place.”
Sebastian smirked down at you as you struggled to keep your noises down. His hips snapped into yours, causing a mixture of yours and his juices to pool under you onto the bed. His thrusts were brutal and punishing, fit for a naughty little thing like you. Each one was abusing your cunt more and more and all you could do was sob out in pleasure, knowing full well he was no where near stopping.
“P-please..s-slow do-Ah~!”
“I told you to stop testing me darling…” He interrupted your words with a harsh thrust.
“But you had to be a disobedient. Little. Whore.” He growled, his thrust punctuating his words. His hand around your throat squeezed harder, leaving you light headed and clenching around his cock.
Your 4th orgasm of the night was fast approaching, but you knew when it approached that nothing was going to change. Sebastian was going to use and abuse your sopping, wet cunt until he was satisfied with his work.
His grip on your hip tightened as he felt you clench around him, “Aw…is my little slut about to cum again?” He asked in a taunting way, and you nodded your head, a sadistic smirk on crawling onto his face, you only saw his eyes flash pink for a quick second before you were flipped on your stomach, ass in the air.
You whined as he had interrupted your orgasm, but a swift smack to your ass made you yelp in pain.
“You wanted to be a bad girl…” You heard him shuffling around behind you before he slammed back into you, earning a near pornographic shriek from you.
“So be fucking quiet and take what I give you darling.”
1637 words of Midnighy Garden today. A fun little scene between Matthew and Laine.
I say fun. I mean emotional torment. Matthew delivers some not so good news, breaks down Laine’s defences because she hasn’t reacted to (spoiler,) and somehow they end up kissing. ?!?
I have no romantic plans between Matthew and Laine, not at all. But my brain doesn’t think when I write and so the characters seem to determine what happens.
Not quite sure exactly why Laine kisses him. She’s vulnerable, and emotional and likes being physically grounded to a situation so I feel it’s a very spur of the moment thing. More reassurance that she’s not handling everything alone than romantic. But who even knows at this point?
For the writer accountability team: what's your favorite line(s) you wrote this week? And why does that one stand out to YOU?
You mean I have to reread the crap I’ve written and find something good?!?
Seriously though, I’ve picked the following exchange because I think it perfectly encapsulates Caimbrie’s personality.
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‘Which Lord are you?’ she asked.
He looked up, and sneered at her. ‘Is that the proper way to greet me?’
‘I think you’ll find that I don’t care how I greet you,’ Caimbrie replied, leaning against the door frame and cocking her hip. ‘It’s not important that I know you’re name anyway, so don’t worry.’
The man frowned. ‘Lord Nuvarl,’ he said, like Caimbrie should be impressed. She wasn’t. ‘I was chosen by the King to assist at the safe place.’
‘Weird, because I feel like I would have dealt with you sooner if you were in charge.’
Caimbrie smirked at the way the Lord’s face turned the slightest shade of red.
It took a while, but thanks @eternalwritingstudent for the tag!
This is from my WIP Midnight Garden, which I am supposed to be writing, but I’m not.
‘It examined the blade quietly, sniffing the handle before running it’s tongue along the blade. ‘They’ll be together, no need for more than one scent.’
I tag @halrose, @christinawritesfiction, @thescribesloft and @jessica-shouldbewriting
It seemed like a Sunday morning. Or noon. It was probably noon considering the fact the sun was sky high. "Someone kill the lights," Mary groaned, turning around and trying to hide her face in her mattress. Bloody sun shining at this bloody time. Convulsively, Mary moved her body, feeling shots of pain with every movement she made. Merlin -- what had happened, where was she? She painfully looked around, meeting Marlene's feet agains the side of her head. "What the --" Slowly but surely the memories of last night started floating back into her head. What a horrible, idiotic, crazy way to spend a night. Who ever was the genius to come up with the idea to drink until you get off of your face was an idiot. Mary pulled the blanket that was loosely pressing against her ankles up to her cheek.
"Marls?" she muttered. No answer. What if the alcohol had poisoned the blonde girl, what if it had killed her in her sleep. There was no way in hell her liver would be able to endure that. Such a petite, innocent girl like Marlene... Mary pushed her feet against Marlene's sides and a few incoherent murmuring sounds were her answer. Innocent, yeah right.
Marls wake up. You really need to get up."
"Please, don't make me," Marlene groaned, grasping for her head. "curse the bastard who came up with alcohol."
"But you have got a meeting. I'm pretty sure you're late."
"I don't want to, don't push me."
"Please, get up. I've got a headache. I need a cup of tea and since you have an Order meeting, you can make me some before you leave," Mary said, throwing her pillow against Marlene's legs.
"How come you're able to talk so much?" Marlene said, taking the pillow and pressing it against her head. "Why are you not hungover?"
Mary shrugged, moving the bed. "I am hungover. My head is killing me. I don't know what we were thinking last night. I'm pretty sure we weren't thinking at all. But you have a meeting with the Order, and I know it's going to be soon because the sun is shining bright and it was blinding me when I woke up, and I cursed the sun, I said bloody sun why are you shining and then I realized we were lying in my bed and I kind of starting puzzling the pieces together and may I say we were really --"
Mary continued blabbing, watching carefully as Marlene sat up straight. "What are you going to do?" Mary asked.
Marlene let out another groan, dragging herself off of the bed and wrapping her messy blonde hair in an even messier bun. "I'm going to get ready. Everything is better than listening to you going on and on and on and on."
