“Is it not unseemly for the Princess to be seen like this?”
“—the Prince should be horrified.”
“And to think there are still seven moons until the wedding, he could change his mind yet!”
A derisive snort interrupts the incessant, judgemental titters from the gaggle of ladies-in-waiting, and a hush falls over the group as they find the Captain of the Royal Guard staring at them.
Bakugou stands nearby as you dismount from your horse, breeches and boots covered in mud. His gloved hand twitches at his side with the instinctual urge to assist you, but he knows you’d shimmy backward off the creature ass-first before accepting any help.
You manage well enough, landing on the ground with just enough force to send a spray of mud across the—quite frankly hideous—assortment of dresses that stands nearby.
Bakugou makes no attempt to hide his grin as the women balk in outrage. He meets your eyes, and it settles something inside of him to see it—the freedom of the meadow’s vast, open fields still dancing in your own.
“Captain,” you nod to him, a small smile twitching across your lips.
Your hands brush when he takes hold of the horse’s reins.
“Princess,” he murmurs, amused as he watches you sarcastically curtsy to the hags before traipsing back up the hill toward the castle.
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Shiba Togo presses his lips to your ankle, his kiss careful and slow despite the hurried, frantic touches that led here, that found you spread open atop a pool of messy, unmade sheets.
“What are you, a romantic?” you laugh, heart trembling at the way his eyes meet yours, brows lifting in a challenge as he strokes the arch of your foot and drags his mouth up the side of your calf.
A half-empty pack of cigarettes sits precariously at the edge of his nightstand beside a face-down book left open beside it.
The whole room smells like him.
There’s something reverent in the way Shiba’s palms caress the outside of your thighs as he drags up the skirt of your dress, fingertips hooking in the waistband of your panties.
You swallow, shifting under his steady gaze. He huffs, the corner of his mouth twitching at the way you try to hide how badly you want to squirm.
His blond hair is loose and mussed from your hands, fingers now fisted in cotton sheets.
Shiba leans in, slowly. A pathetic noise leaves your throat as he mouths at your mound through the flimsy fabric of your panties.
“What?” He asks, gently teasing your swollen clit through the hot, damp material. “Nobody ever take their time with you?”
You think about divorce. About the bare place left on your finger, the way the handle of your katana rubs against the skin there now.
You think about the younger man between your thighs.
“I guess not,” your voice wavers. Just a little.
It’d be embarrassing, probably. If not for the way he presses another kiss to the curve of your hip, nose tracing the ghost of his mouth after.
“Then will you let me?”
(It is embarrassing, you think—the desperate, needy way you moan when he finally sinks one long finger inside of you. The way you buck and writhe, fingers gripping his shoulders for purchase as he gives you more.
Slick and wet and gasping like you’ve never been fucked.
But Shiba doesn’t even try to hide it, how he groans. How he gives in and palms himself through his slacks. How every little needy, untethered whimper that slips out past your lips makes him want you that much more.)
The television screen is dim with the steady scroll of credits when Shiba’s thumb finds a home in the dip of your lower back.
It’s a careful stroke, bordered by the waistband of your pants and the rumpled hem of your shirt. He slowly traces the sliver of exposed skin.
You know he wouldn’t do this if he knew you were awake.
Eyes still closed, you inhale softly, and you remember the pressure of his fingers digging into your hipbones weeks ago. The damp heat of his mouth at the back of your neck. The thick stretch of him sliding deep inside you. The give of the couch cushions and your grasping hands.
“We can’t do this.”
A hand wrapped around your ankle.
Open-mouthed kisses at the base of your throat.
You shift slightly, and the sensation of Shiba’s fingers on your skin instantly dissipates. The television flickers off with a muted click that resonates in the quiet of the living room.
A blanket settles over your prone body, and you crack open one eye to watch the shadow of Shiba’s retreating form in the dark.
Shiba’s eyes flick up from the cigarette tucked between his lips, tip flaring bright as the shuddering flame cupped behind his scarred fingers licks against it.
A warm wind slips over the rooftop.
He pockets his lighter and inhales. His shoulders lift with a shrug.
“Yeah,” he replies, cigarette bobbing slightly with the movement of his lips.
The late night skyline dots the horizon behind him, but Shiba doesn’t turn. Doesn’t shift from where his elbows rest against the railing. He just looks at you.
You pluck the cigarette from his mouth, lips settling over the ghost of his own.
Shiba sighs, seeming nearly transfixed for a moment as he watches you take a drag. He swipes it back before you can protest, and something inside of you thrums in response to his quick reflexes.
“But you’re too young for this shit,” he grunts, and there’s a sense of satisfaction that unfurls in your gut at the way he doesn’t hesitate to put his mouth right over the bright red lipstick stain you left behind.
You hip check him as you come to stand beside him, gazing out at the city beyond.
“You barely have ten years on me, old man.”
Shiba huffs, and you start to turn your head to give him a sidelong glance, only to find the warmth of his chest pressed to your back. He cages you in against the railing, bringing the cigarette back to your mouth again.
His fingers brush against your lips as he holds it there. You taste nicotine and heat and late summer air.
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dee may i request older dilf frank and his younger insatiable gf sigh i miss dilf frank fics :(
no dead dove please just them being like moderately kinky some choking some spanking and some dirty talk :/
hii v33!!
some nice moderate kink just for you! a nice palate cleanser between my darker fics :]
kisses xoxo
wc is 1.4k, nsfw, daddy kink, (cnc) spanking, oral (f receiving), dilf!frank x younger gf!reader
You weren't provoking him, per say, just... having fun. And if Frank happens to get worked up then that sounds like a him issue, not a you issue. Not till you get home at least. Once that door closes behind you two, all bets are off and Frank's hand is on your throat.
"What are you wearing?"
The pressure isn't too much, just enough so you know that it's there without making it impossible to answer. "It's just a pair of shorts and a crop top."
"Is that what they're calling these nowadays?" He runs his hand around the waistband.
"The store called them y2k low rise."
"That store must have a sense of humor because I'd call these a belt." He pops the button and pushes down the zipper. "I have no clue how I didn't see your..."
You should probably try looking more apologetic, but all you can do is smile when Frank finds your surprise. "What is it, Frankie?" You say sugary sweet.
"You slut." He presses the fingers in once and when you reach up to wrap around his wrist and squeeze back he starts tightening. "You've been walking away without panties all day? Showing off your ass to everyone who passed. Bet some lucky bastard got a look at your pussy too, these barely cover it. What else is under here, huh? You stick a plug or a vibe in you as well?"
"Nuh-uh," You can just barely get those words out.
"Oh yeah? Maybe I should check anyways." Frank removes his hand. "Take those shorts off and bend over the couch arm."
You set your base firm when you bend over. Frank isn't going to find anything and you both know it, he wants you bent over for another reason. His hands pull your cheeks apart, putting your cunt and asshole on display. He massages them as he continues his investigation, warming your ass up for what's to come.
"I don't see any plug..." One calloused finger swipes between your pussy lips, "but you've been a naughty girl today anyways, hm?"
"What d'you mean?"
His palm settles on your cheek. "No panties, tiny shorts and top, plus I saw you flirting with the barista. You know to be better than that."
"But Daddy," and if the way you're pushing back into his hand wasn't an indicator of your desire how you deliver out that word is, "I'm just having fun."
"I don't give a fuck if you're just having fun, you're my girl and follow my rules." The hand leaves your ass. "I think ten will be good."
Crack.
"Ah! Noooo," you draw out that word long as you can, Frank always pauses after the first spank, your chance to safeword or ask for more. "Daddy, no, I don't want to be spanked."
You toss your head over your shoulder once you finish, pouting at him. You're not surprised to find him holding back a smile, your acting skills are so bad you wouldn't even make it in the porn industry.
"No?"
"No, Daddy, you're so mean," You arch your back in contrast to your words, "I don't deserve to be spanked."
"I think you do, baby. In fact," You hear that reward of a belt buckle being undone, "I think you deserve more."
"What?" You face forward again, "Daddy, no."
"Daddy, yes. Ten with the belt and then I'll decide what you need from there."
You whine in mock-protest, take in a deep breath at the touch of leather on ass, and then jolt when it collides.
"Count."
"One, Daddy." The count is your way of accepting the punishment, signalling to Frank that you've agreed to his terms.
Crack.
"Two, Daddy." You can feel the lines of pain, sharp and tender already.
Crack.
"Three, Daddy" Frank is good with the belt, getting you in places he hasn't hit yet
Crack.
"Four," You have to take a deep breath before you can get out "Daddy."
"Careful," Frank's hand pets along your back, "don't want to cause more trouble,"
It's his way of double checking, sometimes a punishment starts and you realize you underestimated the toy or overestimated yourself. It's easier to adjust the scene and continue the fun rather than hit your limit and hurt yourself.
"Sorry, Daddy." and then just so he knows for sure you're fine you say "Green."
Crack.
"Five, Daddy." Halfway done. The spanks have leaned towards your left, so now Frank walks around you, hand brushing over your reddening ass, before he continues.
Crack.
"Six, Daddy." By now some of the hit overlap each other, just the very edges, and combine that with the previously untouched skin freshly spanked it sets you alight.
"Doing so good, baby."
Crack.
"Seven, Daddy."
"See, you don't need to be naughty."
Crack.
"Eight, Daddy."
"You know how to be a good girl. You don't need to act out for my attention."
Crack.
"Nine, Daddy."
"You just need to say please, right baby?"
Crack.
"Ten, Daddy." Your ass is sore and red and your cunt is wet and needy. "Please, Daddy."
"That's my good girl. Stand up?"
With Frank's help you get back on your two feet and spun around so now you face him.
"Can you stay like this while I eat you out?"
"Yeah..." You put your hands on the armrest to steady yourself.
He kisses your lips before kneeling down. It's such a flip from the usual way one of your on your knees goes that you can't help the pulse of your pussy. It only gets worse once Frank dips in, regardless of the set up he knows how you like it and this is no difference. He dips his tongue in and out, feeling around the labia between tongue fucking you. Eventually he moves his mouth up to play with your clit, sucking and flicking it, while one of his hands helps at your entrance. It's perfect and everything you need and couldn't get better till his other hand comes up and grabs your soft aching ass and squeezes.
You know you're a painslut, accepted it long ago, but it's still mildly embarrassing when after being spanked by a belt makes you wet the thing that tips you over is not your incredibly hot older boyfriend eating you out but him further assaulting your ass. It does have the benefit of when Frank comes out from under you though he looks totally debauched, covered in your pussy juices and pupils dilated from either a lack of light or arousal.
Your sad to find it's the former tonight when your foot investigates Frank's crotch to find his dick decidedly flaccid.
"I'm not 20 anymore," he bats away your hand, "I already came today."
"Yeah, like," You crane your neck to find a clock. "five hours ago when I sucked you off."
"And you really did me in." His knees crack as he stands up.
"I also came five hours ago and I'm fine, I could go again."
"That's because you're young and spry," He tosses your shorts your way, "When you're my age you'll also only get one orgasm every 24 hours."
You huff, bottomless because putting rough denim against your recently orgasmed cunt isn't an appealing idea. "Pop a viagra? I want you to fuck me."
"No." Frank is organizing the collection of items you two dumped at the door in your haste to arrive at punishment.
You lay yourself as seductive as possible along the couch cushion and place two fingers prominently on your clit, circling softly while you whine "Daddy, please."
Frank is far across the room right now, despite this the look he cuts at you is just as effective as when his hand was around your neck. "Put one of those cute remote control vibes up your pussy, and if you can put off cumming the rest of the day then maybe I'll fuck you."
You basically run the way to the bedroom. This isn't a game you lose, either you don't cum from Frank's control of the vibe and he'll fuck you, or you will cum and he'll tie you down and pull orgasm after orgasm out of you till he's had enough. Either way tonight is looking to be fun.
There's a part of Issei that knows he should feel guilty right now as he gazes down at you.
"Yeah," he nods, talking around the joint tucked between his lips as he inhales, a stilted vacuum of air hissing through his teeth. The exhale of smoke that follows is slow, measured. Late afternoon sunlight catches in the lazy trail.
“Just like that.”
He's yet to put the joint out, despite the fact that you're currently kneeling between his legs with eager eyes and swollen lips. Because, if nothing else, he knows the odds of him making this situation worse will in fact greatly increase if he has two free hands.
As if he hasn't already fucked himself entirely by agreeing to teach his best friend's sister how to suck dick in the first place.
You gag a little, trying to take him deeper. Issei nearly cups your cheek, but you quickly relax your jaw, and his dick twitches at the sight of a stray tear wriggling free from your fluttering lashes.
A small laugh escapes you.
The black ink that trails up the back of Issei’s hand flexes against his protruding veins as he grasps the edge of the couch cushion, heels pressed deep into the soles of his shoes as he resists the urge to buck his hips.
“Can I…” your fingers curl around his balls, stroking.
Beside him, his phone lights up, your brother’s name popping up on the screen. Issei ignores it, nodding, and he groans as he watches a sloppy trail of spit slide down your chin.
i just had a thought of waking up too butchrard using a vibrator on reader...😚
hi lovely!!
gosh it's been a long time since i last wrote butchrard. i kinda need more of these two being awful and toxic to each other, it's so much fun! and sorry it took me over four months to get to your ask... whoops
kisses 💋
wc is 650, nsfw, part of butchrard, sex toys (wand vibrator), dubcon, typical butchard toxicity, butch!gerard x fem!reader
The first thing you feel is a sharp buzz on your clit. It wakes you faster than any cup of coffee as you body goes towards-away from the source.
The second thing you feel is a knee on your stomach. It's only part of the person's wait, but it keeps you in place in the threat of their full weight.
Your hands scrape at the jeans of the perpetrator as your mouth croaks out "Gee", morning voice strong right now.
"I was wondering when you'd wake up." She holds the vibe steady and now you can realize she's put it on full blast. "I need you."
You moan, head rolling while your eyes stay locked on her.
"I need some extra cash for art supplies, figured you could give me it. I'll also get some ingredients so you can cook lunch. Maybe something with chicken? My mom always made a good chicken marsala, could you do that?"
"Yeeaahh" You're squirming on the bed, body twisting in response to your clit's assault.
"Great, after that my afternoon is open so I figured if I finish what I need to with my art I might have some fun with you. I got some hand-me-down ropes and a book on shibari, plus a girl I know said she was interested so I'll practice on you before I meet up with her."
"Gee," You grab tighter at her leg, pressing in harder, "'m close."
In return she presses the wand in harsher on you, briefly confusing you with the sudden discomfort before you recenter on the vibrations. "Don't care. I'm gonna tie you up and plan what I wanna do to this girl. I've got three straps I'm thinking of bringing over to hers,"
"Gee,"
"But it's weird to bring three different straps, y'know? Poor etiquette or whatever, much better to bring one,"
"Gee, please."
"And I need to plan our foreplay out. I might eat her out? Make her cum from my mouth,"
"Gee, I'm gonna,"
"Been a while since I did that,"
"I'm gonna come, please,"
"And everyone's much more cooperative after the first orgasm."
"Fuck!" You curl up with it, knees trying to come up and in despite Gee holding you down, shoulders caving inwards, your arms pulling your torso towards her leg, your whole face scrunching up. It's a powerful orgasm too, you can feel the secretions dribble out of you before landing on the bedding.
The vibrator gets taken off you before being turned off. Gee's knee lifts away and the wand gets dropped next to yo. You sit up and stare at her, brain still scrambled from cumming.
"Can you do all that for me?"
You swallow, then nod. You remember bits and piece of her monologue, chicken marsala and another girl, but not the whole thing.
She taps your cheek. "Good." Then her hand swings up and you only get a half second to brace before it makes a sharp CRACK against your cheek. "Where's your wallet?"
With the hand not cradling your face you point at the bag hanging by the door. "Big pocket, it's pink."
"And what do you say?"
"Thank you, Gee. I love you." You're only supposed to say the first part but she has yet to punish you for the second, so you continue to remind her.
Gee keeps speaking as she gets your wallet. "Yeah, definitely gonna make her cum." She holds it up and you confirm it's your wallet with a nod. "People are so much more cooperative after you make them cum."
And with that she leaves you, door shutting and footsteps retreating down the hallway. You debate a round two, the vibe is right next to your hand, but if Gee is planning on fucking you later it's probably best to save your orgasms for then. Right now you need to figure out how to make chicken marsala.
