🍍 Hypocorism 🍍
(Part of the Semantics series.)
Shules + Shawn/Despereaux Rating: very, very E 🍋 Chapters: 5/5 Words: 20179
This took me ten months to finish and it currently has just one single lonely kudo. Go keep the kudo company!
Excerpts and content summary under the cut due to NSFW themes.
It wasn’t unusual for her to look down on him as he kneeled at her feet, hanging on her every word. He always loved it when she put him in his place; he would gladly go there himself unprompted, but it was always more fun when she helped. They had played that game before, but never quite like this.
Semantics: the story so far
(The directly relevant parts, anyway.)
In 2014, having been propositioned by his long-time crush, Shawn checked in with Juliet to see how she would feel about him saying yes. With Juliet's very enthusiastic blessing, he accepted.
Several years later, a misunderstanding led to Shawn being accused of cheating on his wife. That was not at all what happened, of course, but it gave Juliet an idea.
Hypocorism
Juliet and Shawn roleplay a scene in which he cheated on her with Despereaux and she just found out. He has to confess everything to her so she can decide how to punish him.
(It's kinky fluff. Or maybe fluffy kink. Have you heard it both ways?)
Contents and themes
Dom/sub play (low protocol*), discipline, sadomasochism, doe/reynard relationship I guess, cuckquean kink, impact play, riding crop, spanking, pain play, hair pulling, cunnilingus, nipple clamps, verbal degradation, slut shaming (or slut affirming), dirty talk, pegging, shared sexual fantasies, bruise inspection, regular check-ins, healthy communication, a hint of body worship as a treat. Also, Shawn has a necklace that says "greedy slut" on it.
*I'm refraining from calling Shawn a brat here because he has permission to be a smartass, so he's not really being disobedient; you can't push back against a rule that doesn't exist, right? But I'm open to disagreements on that point.
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Juliet chuckled and stroked his jaw fondly. He tilted his head into her touch, meeting her eyes. “Hey, watch it,” she said, stopping him in his figurative tracks. He blinked up at her expectantly. “Don’t try to wriggle out of this by acting all cute. Gentle petting is for good guys who earn it, not for dirty lying sluts.” “Oh nooo,” he said in a deliberately terrible impression of concern, grinning broadly at her. She pointed a finger at him—a reprimand? A caution? Her eyes shone dangerously, or at least tried to achieve that effect; her own excitement was all too obvious. “That act won’t work on me, bitch,” she warned him, though the joy was still audible in her voice. His eyes flashed in glee at the slur, but they stayed on her finger as she spoke. “You’re going to be—” Her words cut off abruptly when he leaned in to lick her accusing finger delicately from base to tip before taking it into his mouth. He pouted his lips, cushioning her fingertip with soft wet heat as he looked up at her through his lashes, cheeks hollowing out while his tongue darted teasingly over the pad of her finger. Surprised, affronted and extremely turned on, she swallowed and tried to collect herself. “What exactly do you think that achieved, Spencer?” she asked, trying to sound stern rather than flustered. “I don’t know,” he said innocently, as if it hadn’t done exactly what he intended. “I’m a greedy slut. I can’t help myself.” “You are, huh?” “I am.” “I have the perfect thing for that,” she informed him.