2 - My Praises || Jake Lockley X Fem!reader

𝓓𝓪𝔂 2 - My Praises || Jake Lockley x fem!reader

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Summary: With the help of Jake, you discover the kink you didn't know you had.

Warnings: smut (praise kink, unprotected p in v, oral - m receiving, manhandling)

Word count: 2013

Author: Rouge

A/N: the prompt for today is: Praise Kink. orange italics - Jake speaking Spanish

It had been a long day at the office, without a single chance to text your boyfriend throughout the day. Finally you got a chance to check your phone.

[Jake ♥]: Want to play tonight, nena?

Quickly, you responded with a brief 'Obvs!' and rushed to your car.

You wondered what Jake would have planned as you drove home. You had been exploring sexuality a lot lately. There was a lot of talking, but that just heightened the excitement. You were thrilled that he was taking the initiative again, as he always did.

You parked your car on a driveway, ran home, took off your heels, and slipped out of your blouse, leaving you in your pencil skirt and lacy, half-transparent bra. When you looked in the mirror, you sighed, wishing you had more time to pick a better bra. As you traced your breasts, you realized that you'd never made much of an impression based on your standards: average yet lean body, Y/E/C eyes and Y/H/C hair. You were nothing special in your own opinion. Yet, for some reason, Jake Lockley wanted you, not just as a longtime friend, but also as his life partner.

The moment Jake stepped in, you stared at your stocking-clad legs wondering whether to remove them as well.

A cocky smile spread across his lips as he claimed, "Now, that's an image I like coming home to."

When you looked up, he came forward and wrapped his strong arms around you. Then he bent over to kiss your neck with a smile on his face.

Jake whispered, "You turn me on, little doll. Vamos, sé una buena niña y tocar tus pechos por mí," as he gently nibbled at your neck, making you gasp and let out a soft moan.

Languidly, you complied, tracing the outline of your breasts as they were caged in the lacy bra.

An eye-catching smirk flashed across Jake's face when he looked in the mirror. As he tugged the lobe of your ear with his teeth, he whispered, "Yes, just like that. You're so obedient, pequeña puta. You have such pretty boobs," Lockley smiled, sliding his hands to rest on your hips, teasing the edge of your pencil, fitted, black skirt which he loved so much.

In response to his praise and crass language, you squirmed, palming your breasts through the bra. As he undid your skirt, he pulled the material down to reveal your white panties and black thigh high stockings.

With his teeth clenched, he hissed. "Eres tan sexy, nena,” Jake whispered, placing a kiss on your shoulder, trailing his hand till it lightly touched your panties. "You already have a wet spot on your panties," he joked lowly, lightly passing over the spot and smirking as you gasped. "Such a good doll, already wet for her papi."

Letting out a moan, you rested your head on his shoulder. Just by his words you became weak in the knees. "It's your fault, Jake. You make me so wet," you whispered to him, looking at his reflection in the mirror.

His hand cupped your pussy over your panties. "Good. You're so pretty when you're wet. And moaning, just for me, muñequita."

Your pussy twitched as you felt more pussy juice leak out; you parted your lips and tried to rub your thighs together.

Jake commanded in a low, husky tone, "Quítate el sostén, let me see those gorgeous tits."

You looked back to the mirror, trying to see if he was joking, but he looked completely serious. It was not difficult for you to comply, letting your bra fall on the floor as you watched his reaction.

His eyes stayed focused on your chest, tongue swiping at his upper lip. Jake whispered in your ear, "I love your tits, so perky," before licking the space behind your ear. "Your nipples look so gorgeous now, pinch them for me," he ordered as he moved from cupping your pussy to squeezing your ass.

Keeping your face on him, you reached up to cup your breasts, stroking them softly. They felt fuller under Jake's gaze somehow. While gasping and mumbling, you teased your nipples and pinch them.

"Eres una buena muchacha, bebé," Jake praised with a smirk on his lips. "Feel how hard you make me, muñequita." As he pressed his clothed cock against your ass, you instinctively rolled your hips to rub your bum against his crotch. Instinctively, you tried to turn and undress him, but he held you facing the mirror. 

"Keep pinching your nipples for me," Jake demanded as he began undressing behind you.

You followed his lead, pinching your nipples, rolling them in your fingers. You watched as he quickly took off his black, leather jacket and blue shirt; his large hands coming around to grip your breasts. "You have such pretty tits, I want to suck them all day, chiquita."

While he pinched and pulled your nipples, you moaned and grinded your ass against his clothed cock. You blinked when he shifted his hands down and felt him kneel behind you. You watched, panting, as he placed a kiss at the top of your stockings. After a moment, he slapped your ass and removed his shoes and socks.

You jolted and turned to watch him, kneeling before you. You gently scraped your nails through his thick locks. You loved hearing him groan, "That feels good, nena."

When his shoes and socks were off, Jake stood and unbuckled his pants. "Take off your panties," he said, staring hard into Y/E/C eyes.

Shimmying out of your wet panties, you were eager to please him.

Lockley raked his eyes over your figure and for a moment you felt self conscious until he spoke. "Oh, Dios Mío, eres tan sexy, nena."

You bit your lip, looking him over. "So are you," you whispered in response.

All he gave you was a smirk before he kissed you hard, tongue sweeping all over your mouth. Sucking on your tongue, he grunted; your nails scraping down his back. Then, all of a sudden, his fingers were teasing your pussy. Slowly, he let go of your kiss, biting your bottom lip. "I love you like this, wet and so ready for me," Jake whispered as he pushed two fingers inside you, coaxing that sponge spot inside your pussy.

You clutched Jake’s shoulders, trying to stay upright as your knees buckled and you moaned while he played your pussy like a violin. Just as suddenly Jake pulled out his fingers only to raise them to your mouth.

Keeping your eyes on him, you sucked his fingers clean off your pussy juice, bobbing your head back and forth slowly, earning a deep grunt from him.

Gently, he removed his fingers from your mouth and gave you a kiss before turning you around and gathering your hair into a low ponytail. Jake smiled as he kissed your forehead, saying, "Such a good girl, so sweet and innocent. I want you so fucking badly,” he added, kissing the side of your neck, only to start sucking on the delicate skin of yours.

After tracing your fingers down his chest and stomach, you finally gained confidence. "How do you want me?"

Before responding, Jake chuckled and bit your neck, sucking it for a moment. "I want you to suck my cock. My dick has been aching for your lips to wrap around it all day, nena."

You didn't need to be told twice. You sank to the floor and dragged down his pants, freeing his thick, hard cock as you watched his face. You gently wrapped your hand around it. While you licked up from the shaft and circled his head, you kept your eyes on his face. You loved hearing his quiet gasps and groans.

His large hand came to gather your hair, tugging it softly. "You're so good at that, nena," Jake cooed, and you moaned in response before taking the tip into your mouth. Sheathing your teeth, you started bobbing your head on his cock, still paying attention to him.

"You are a great cock sucker,” Jake praised, licking his lower lip slowly as he watched you closely.

He encouraged you to speed up and close your eyes while you enjoyed the taste of his cock in your mouth. You pulled him out of your mouth for a moment; a string of saliva connecting you as your drool dripped down your chin and landed on your breasts. You kept your eyes on Jake and let your tongue hang out a little before you took his cock back into your mouth.

"Fuck yes, nena, your throat feels good on my cock," Jake praised again, massaging the back of your head.

You groaned as he spoke and tugged your hair harder. Your pussy twitched as you listened to the lewd sounds of his cock slipping in and out of your mouth. 

"You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” Jake groaned before he pulled your hair up, directing you to release him. His cock came out of your mouth with a pop, saliva dripping off his shaft; you licked it clean before standing.

Lockley guided you gently to your bed, bending you in front of him, applying just a little pressure to your lower back. As he stood behind you, he pulled a few pillows and placed them under your hips. "Eres tan buena chica,” Jake muttered before he slid his cock in your dripping, wet pussy from behind in one hard thrust.

You both groaned.

You shivered and clenched on his cock.

Slowly, he pulled back to the tip before thrusting forward again to the hilt.

"Fuck,” you cursed quietly, loving how his cock felt inside you.

Lockley started setting a steady pace, thrusting to the hilt, out to the tip and back. "Your pussy feels so good on my cock," Jake panted as he continued, "Tan mojado, calientito y apretado.” He bent forward and bit the back of your neck as he thrust in you again. "Tal un buen coño."

The way he fucked you was so good, and he knew just what to say to make you want more. "I love your cock in me,” you panted out as you matched his thrusts.

He groaned and started to move faster. "Such a sexy girl," he muttered as he picked up the pace. "You like how I fuck you?" Jake asked, tugging at your hair.

You raised your head, turning it slightly to look up at him, moaning "Fuck, yes!”

This was all Lockley needed, and he surged forward pounding his cock in your pussy, grunting deeply at the feeling of your pussy squeezing his cock nicely.

You loved when he got rough. Eventually, your arms gave out and you laid your chest back on the bed.

"Buena niña,” Jake said, holding tight to your hips as he kept up his delicious pace. "Good girl, taking my cock so well,” he groaned out as he gained speed. His breath indicated he was getting closer. Jake stuttered around his panting breath. "Where do you want my cum?"

"Inside," you whimpered breathlessly. "Please, cum inside me, daddy. Tell me I’m your good girl, please!” You pleaded, getting closer and closer to your peak.

After a few more sharp thrusts, he pulled you over the edge with him, slamming into your core. He stayed there for a moment leaning over to press into your back. "You like my cum inside you?" Jake asked, brushing his cheek against your nape. "I love cumming in you, my little doll, pleasing her papi so well," he pressed a few kisses on your shoulder before withdrawing, leaving you feeling strangely empty.

"Thank you, Jake, it was amazing,” you whispered, stroking his cheek and looking deeply into his dark, hazel eyes.

Jake smiled and turned to kiss your hand before he moved you both to cuddle together. "Did you like it, nena? All the praises?”

You smiled, turning to kiss his nose. “"I didn't know I had a praise kink. Thanks to you, I am discovering myself every single day."

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 12 - Nothing But a Thrall || Ivar the Boneless x fem!reader

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Summary: Ivar demands a private meeting with you in your hut after the feast thrown by him.

Warnings: smut (unprotected s*x, name-calling, BDSM, mentions of Freydis, mention of pregnancy) 

Word count: ~ 3980

Author: Fenrir

A/N: The prompt for today is: Torture

After the feast thrown by the new king himself, Ivar told you to go home without stopping and without looking back. Ivar and you grew closer after he conquered York. Being his shield maiden wasn't an easy task - everyone knew Ivar the Boneless wasn't a grateful person who would have treated others with respect. Your relationship strengthened once he became king of Kattegat following his victory over Lagertha. In spite of his marriage, you always supported him.

As soon as the door shut, you could feel him standing there, watching you; your heart jumped into your throat, and you felt shy, nervous, your nipples turned into points, and your pussy clenched as you realised that he was devouring you with his blueish eyes; you felt like his prey, all excited and thrilled at the prospect of him devouring you.

His eyes were hard, and his arms were crossed. 

Knowing that you were going to be punished, you immediately cast your gaze downward. 

Ivar's voice stated matter-of-factly, "You didn't come straight home."

As your heart galloped beneath your breast, you flicked your eyes up to his. "I did."

Quick as a snake, he grabbed you and twisted you so your back was up against him, his hot breath was right in your ear, and before you could gasp, he had severed one of your nipples. He said, "Liar. You sat by the river with my fucking brother Hvitserk, you didn't come right in." And then he pushed you away again. In a dangerous voice, Ivar ordered you, "Now, take your fucking clothes off."

A slight tremor went through your body as blood rushed to your cheeks; you wasted too much time being embarrassed until his harsh voice broke your paralysis, "I ordered you to strip off."

Your face burned as you felt his eyes assault your bare flesh as you slowly pulled up your shirt, revealing your stomach. After removing the shirt, you let it fall beside you, revealing your round breasts; your hands came around, gently cupping yourself.

The sound of his voice whipped you, making your cunt squeeze with anticipation. "Stop touching yourself, slut, and keep going, I want it all off. Look at me," Ivar commanded.

As you raised your eyes to him, he stared at you, declaring his ownership over you. He smirked when he saw you freeze in his gaze. Slowly moving his eyes across your body, he stared at you with a challenge. 

Knowing that he was looking at you, that he wanted what he saw made you weak in the knees; this time you moaned aloud.

The voice of Ivar sharpened, becoming more dangerous, but you secretly enjoyed the idea of stalling, even for a few seconds, to see what he would do. 

"I did not say you could stop. If you stall one more time, you'll regret it," Ivar said, but his voice was low, more dangerous, and you secretly looked forward to it.

You slowly pushed your pants down over your hips and down your legs, and then stepped out of them; next, you reached for the waistband of your panties, and slowly pushed them down. The damp circle in your pants made your flush brighter.

"Are you already wet?" Ivar asked, knowing you were; you could see him smirking as he watched you. "Bring me those panties, Y/N."

Your panties hung from your hand as you moved forward. 

After taking them from you, Ivar took them up to his nose, and he inhaled your scent while still looking into your eyes.

As you looked at Ivar, air sucked in over your teeth, a half sigh, half moan escaping them.

"Were you touching yourself?" Ivar asked, cocking his brow at you.

It was impossible for you to lie to him, so you shook your head.

"You were just excited about getting fucked, weren't you?" Ivar pushed you away. "Turn around."

A throbbing ache filled your cunt, as your heart thundered in your ears. You turned, feeling his eyes crossing your back, your ass, down your legs, marking every inch of you as his property. "Come here." So quiet, so full of dark promises, Ivar's words cut into your core.

You followed him into your bedroom, feeling your pussy lips rubbing against one another and you had to suck your lower lip in to prevent yourself from moaning.

Ivar sat on the edge of the bed, put his crutch beside him and gestured for you to join him.

Knowing what he wanted, your body propelled itself forward; kneeling over his lap, feeling the hardness of his dick pressing through his pants and into your belly, your breathing rapidly increased as you felt the heat radiate from your unkempt cunt. 

Ivar's hand ran roughly over your back, down your ass, and cupped you; the other snaked into your hair to sharply pull your head back; you groaned, unable to keep quiet.

Ivar yanked your head back, and he squeezed your ass with the other hand. "What were you doing with my brother?" He asked simply, demanding a quick answer.

Pressing your round ass into Ivar's hand, you moaned.

His hand stung you with a harsh slap.

The impact made you whimper and jerk.

"I asked you a question, fuck-slut, what were you doing with Hvitserk?" Ivar's hand was caressing your burning flesh. Again, he smacked you, and you cried out. 

You trailed off, "I was talking with him about you," until he pulled your hair again, jerking your head back further as his other hand ran lightly across your exposed pussy. 

You moaned for him.

His harsh voice rang in your ears, "Fucking answer me, slut. What were you two talking about?"

"Oh, shit! I told him if I got late, you would punish me," you almost cried, and felt your pussy get wet. You were rewarded with another smack from Ivar, this time against your aching cunt. 

His gentle touch soothed you as you cried out and writhed against his hand.

Ivar continued to hold your hair and fondle your round ass, saying, "Fucking slut. I think you deserve some punishment for hanging out with my stupid brother," he dipped his finger into your soaking cunt, then quickly drained it. "Look at you, Y/N, look how wet you are. Don't you like it when I punish you?" Ivar yanked your head back.

You cried out, moving your hips a little, begging Ivar to touch your aching pussy again. "Yes, Ivar! Yes, I do!"

You felt another sharp sting across your ass, then another, and finally a third right on your cunt.

Your whole body tensed as you squealed. 

Ivar's finger was shoved back inside your cunt, feeling your walls squeezing against him.

As he shoved his finger into your pussy, you moaned, loving the way he invaded your flesh.

In the same moment, he retreated and rained a few more harsh blows across your ass.

"Get on your fucking knees, fuck-slut," Ivar demanded.

As you frantically knelt in front of him, your legs shook. 

As he undid his pants, Ivar pulled out his dick, which had already become hard as a rock. 

The thought of having him inside you made your pussy throb as you licked your lips.

Ivar looked at you as he stroked himself slowly, that smirk back on his face and that devilish look in his eyes. "What do you want, little Y/N?"

As you watched his hand slowly move up and down his cock, your whole body leaned into him as you licked your lips again.

As he reached out and grabbed your chin, Ivar forced you up and looked into his blue eyes, causing you to blush and feel your heart race again. "I asked what you do want."

The only words you could muster were. "I want to suck you, to taste your dick..."

You moaned aloud as Ivar smiled at you, making your pussy throb. "Go ahead," he encouraged.

Your lips gently brushed against his dick as you licked it.

As his hands twisted in your hair and pulled you onto his dick, you gagged, choked, and felt tears well up in your eyes. In your effort to keep his dick that deep in your throat, you moaned around his dick as you began to relax your mouth and throat; your breath came in harsh bursts through your nose, and your eyes watered. When you looked up at him, you realised Ivar was glaring down at you hardly. A few more times, Ivar thrust into your mouth, gagging you with his shaft, and then he let go.

Taking a few deep breaths, you gently licked your sore lips, then began to fuck him again with your mouth. Each time, you ran your tongue along his length, sucking on his dick; as you continued your rhythm, Ivar grasped your hair again, but let you fuck him anyway; you could hear him breathing hardly, almost gasping from time to time.

"You like sucking me, don't you, Y/N?" 

As you gazed up at him, your cunt contracted around nothing; you gripped his thighs as you gagged yourself on his dick.

As Ivar pushed you off his dick, you moaned and licked your lips.

"Tell me you liked it," he demanded with cold strength, sending shivers down your spine.

After casting your eyes away from his face, you let out a soft, weak sigh.

Again, his hand was firm as it grasped your throat, under your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Say it, slut, I wanna hear it."

You moaned, feeling your breathing shortened because of his hand rough against your neck, "I like sucking you, Ivar."

Once Ivar had let go of you, he gestured to you to lie on the bed. You got up and lay down quickly. 

Immediately, he began fastening you with the belts that he had prepared earlier; your arms and legs were spread, limiting your movement. After you were restrained, he turned his back on you, removing his cape and reaching into one of his pockets; Ivar turned back towards you with a scarf, and your heart raced. When he got closer, you writhed and jerked at the restraints, your breasts heaving with excitement and trepidation. Ivar blindfolded you deftly. As you lay in the darkness, all you could feel was the bite of the leather belts on your ankles and wrists, the cool air against your hot skin, and the feeling that Ivar's eyes were still on your naked form, exposed so sweetly to him.

"Fuck-slut, look at your wet pussy, you're dripping," his voice caused you to shake your head and bite your lip.

His hand suddenly touched you, and you bucked against him. As Ivar touched your round breasts, he gently gripped the flesh, his hands hot against your skin. You moaned and arched your back to push yourself firmly into Ivar's grasp. You cried out as both of your nipples were twisted harshly; Ivar's warm tongue soothed your aching tips as you cried out again.

With his hands and mouth, Ivar delighted you, causing you to struggle against the restraints to feel more of his mouth, more of his hands. Suddenly, he stopped touching you.

Your body ached with sexual need as you moaned in complaint and writhed on the bed.

"What's wrong, slut?" Ivar's voice was harsh, teasing. 

You knew he enjoyed watching you writhe in need; he knew he was driving you crazy but you thoroughly enjoyed it. Continuing to wriggle about, you groaned, "Oh, you're still here..."

Suddenly, he slapped your breast, causing you to hiss in between your teeth, and then you felt his hand on your inner thigh, casually resting next to your dripping cunt; you groaned and raised your hips in an effort to reach for him.

"Tell me what you want," Ivar said.

When he gently poked your nipple with his other hand, you squealed, "For the love of Thor, I love being teased by you!" When his fingers gently touched your pussy, your whole body twitched in response. 

"What do you want, slut?" Ivar asked.

While wriggling against the restraints, you moaned, your hands clenched into fists repeatedly. "Oh fuck, I want you to touch my pussy, please!" You pleaded.

A dark chuckle and a slap against your exposed pussy rewarded your honesty; you squealed, bucking against the straps.

You continued to suffer from his delicious torture. 

As Ivar slapped against your aching cunt, it caused you to cry out and cringe against his hand. He then gently touched your tender lips, probed his fingers into your wet cunt, making you arch your hips to keep his hand on you. The only time he punished you was when you were close to coming. Ivar's growl rang out, "Don't disobey, little cunt. You don't fucking come until I tell you to."

As your pussy ached, you cried, "I won't, fuck, I promise."

Suddenly, Ivar pushed two fingers into your pussy, massaging all of your delicious spots.

Your hands and legs thrashed against the restraints, and you screamed out, as your body spasmed from the orgasm. You panted and cried out as your mind and body were consumed by the overwhelming pleasure.

You could hear Ivar's dangerous quality in his voice as he hissed lowly, "You slut. I told you not to come."

You eagerly took his fingers into your mouth, tasting your own juices, before you could murmur an apology. Sucking his fingers, you wanted him to see how much you enjoyed being his slut.

His gloved hand stroked your face gently; his other ran across your breasts, pinching each nipple and watching your mouth open and close. "Good girl," he exclaimed while gently stroking your cheek, "But you came anyway. I told you not to come."

You panted in anticipation of his divine punishment as your heart flipped in your chest. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself!" You cried, pulling against the restraints. "I'm sorry!" The pleas you made fell on deaf ears, you knew deep inside.

Ivar ran his hand down your side, making you gasp. "What should I do with you now?" Ivar whispered to himself. "How should I deal with your greedy, little cunt, Y/N?" 

You could hear him moving on the bed and feel him kneeling between your thighs.

"I'll be good. Please," you said as you strained against the restraints; you could feel his naked thighs just out of reach, and you fought the urge to grin at the thought of him getting undressed just for you.

Slowly, he shifted forward until the tip of his dick touched your pussy lips. Ivar said, "I think you should lay there and let me fuck you right up against your greedy pussy."

You cried, moved your head a little and moaned out, "Oh no, please, fuck, please! I need to feel you in my cunt, Ivar."

You felt another slap against your cunt; Ivar earned a loud moan from you.

Ivar stated matter-of-factly, "That is exactly what your cunt needs." As Ivar stuck the tip of his dick in you, you clenched around him, yearning for the rest of his cock. "You better not come this time,” Ivar quickly pulled out and slapped your cunt with his thick cock. "Tell me you won't be a greedy slut today, Y/N."

You shuddered as you promised, "I won't be a greedy slut."

As Ivar shoved his tip into your pussy, he used his hand to pump up and down the shaft, feeling you try not to spasm around his cock.

You knew that he was enjoying what he was doing to you, looking down at your greedy cunt trying to get more of his dick; seemingly of their own accord, your hips started to raise off the bed and grind against Ivar, pushing him deeper.

You had no idea how long he kept doing it, fucking himself while you struggled and panted for more of his dick. 

Then, when you felt the beginnings of an orgasm building within you, Ivar would withdraw and administer a stinging slap to your slopping, swollen slit. After repeatedly bringing you to the edge of coming, he smacked his open palm fully against your cunt. The more he did it, the more your words became pleas; you were begging him, crying out, coming so close again and again.

Finally, you were begging Ivar in a breathy voice, "Please, please, please"; your legs lay gaping open, your swollen, red pussy glistening from your excitement.

It was obvious he was taking in the sight, admiring how you were still eager to feel his dick, longing to come for him. You liked to imagine that Ivar was smiling, thinking about how much you wanted to belong to him, be his fuck toy; you started biting your bottom lip, breathing faster, starting to move your hips in an effort to relieve the tension.

"What, fuck-slut?" His voice made you gasp.

"Please, I want to come," you whispered. "Can I come?" 

Your mouth dropped open as he slid his hands under your ass and you felt his breath against your hot pussy lips; each word was a hot breath against you, "Beg me to let you come."

"Ivar, please don't torture me any more!"

His tongue slowly encircled your wet slit; you moaned aloud, bucked against Ivar, his lips tugging at your clit, and you pressed yourself more into his mouth.

You yelped in pain as Ivar nipped at your clit with his sharp teeth. The man's lips were at your slit, his tongue lapped up the opening and plunged into your cunt, causing you to gasp in astonishment. He pulled away for just long enough to say, "Come for me, slut," and his lips were on you again, teasing your clit as he pushed his fingers into your aching pussy.

As his fingers fucked you roughly and his mouth burned against your clit, you felt the orgasm come on suddenly; it was bright, hard, and made you squeal and moan incoherently. After your sudden release, you lay there gasping for breath, shuddering, feeling woozy. "Thank you," you whispered in a shaky tone.

He nipped again at your clit after sliding his fingers from your clit and feeling your cunt contract around him again. "Good girl."

You let out a loud moan.

Suddenly, you felt him get up from the bed, as you lay tingling and wondering what high he might have still for you. The only thing you heard was his crutch hitting the floor repeatedly, and you felt the air against your skin as your pussy throbbed yet tingled with anticipation.

Suddenly, you felt a light touch running from your foot up your leg.

"What are you thinking about, Y/N?" Ivar asked casually.

In response to your prolonged silence, he grabbed you by the throat, pushing you down into the bed. "I asked you a question," Ivar said, releasing his grip enough for you to breathe.

"I love being your slut, Ivar. I'm yours, and I'd love to finally make you cum within my pussy, Ivar," you gasped and shuddered under his hands.

Your knees tried desperately to press together to soothe your hot pussy as Ivar released your throat.

You could hear his dark chuckle, and you felt yourself squirm. "You're just greedy, Y/N, aren't you?" Ivar asked.

When he removed your blindfold, your face flushed again as you saw Ivar's look in his eyes; your heart began to pound once more.

Because you were so weak, you didn't realise that he had undone your legs, and was currently undoing your wrists. With your eyes closed and a soft smile on your lips, you let your body lay limp in the glow of Ivar's desires.

"Get up," Ivar said.

As you got up, smirking, you noticed the fact he wasn't ashamed of his legs; his pants were lowered under the curve of his ass, the braces on his legs stayed on; after all those long months, he opened up to you fully, and you helped him overcome his weaknesses. You knew how much it cost him to stand on his legs for so long, and you were so grateful for his eagerness in making you come so many times.

Ivar gripped your arm and forced you to bend over the bed; he shoved your face down, and pulled your hands together on your back. You stood, your ass fully exposed, your pussy wet and dripping; you looked back over your shoulder, and saw Ivar smiling at you mischievously.

As he grasped your hips, his hands massaged your flesh. After a short time, his one hand released one of your hips.

Turning your head, you saw him spitting on his cock, spreading his saliva all over its hardened shaft with his palm. When he pushed himself deep inside of you from behind, you yelled loudly, "Oh, Ivar!" 

As much as his legs would allow, he started bucking his hips into you, constantly increasing his pace. "My little, fucking slut," he grunted in a husky tone. Even though you were still incredibly wet from his previous actions, Ivar's cock was thick enough to cause you some discomfort.

The only way you could meet all of his thrusts was to roll your hips for him and allow one of his hands to wrap around your nape, squeezing it. 

The way Ivar fucked you was merciless. You kept getting a few hard spanks on the stick out butt while he continued thrusting into you. Through gritted teeth, Ivar spit, "You fucking cunt feels so sweet on my dick. You're going to make me cum, Y/N."

Ivar cum within your cunt within a few thrusts, rolling his head back; his gloved palm squeezed your hip so hard you could be sure he left a bruise.

As you whined loudly, you let a few tears stream down your cheeks because the pleasure he provided you with was unbearable.

As he worked on improving his shirt and pants, he let you lie down on the bed to rest.

The room was eerily cold, and you felt your pussy aching as you watched him; you knew he was about to leave you to return to Freydis, his pregnant wife. The heartache inside of you always came to the surface whenever he left you behind in order to get back to her; you knew you were nothing but a thrall to him that he could use however he pleased, for he was your king after all. "Ivar?" You whispered. 

In response to your voice, the Boneless cocked his eyebrow and looked at you.

“Will you stay, even if just for a while?” You asked openly, even though you knew his answer already.

He was bold with you when he said, "You know well that I can't. Freydis is waiting for me, I guess she already sent someone to find out where I am."

Silently, you nodded your head, admiring Ivar's features; he was the most handsome man you have ever seen.

As he walked to your bed, he rested his weight on his metal crutch. As he stroked your cheeks, his touch was like a cool breeze in the summer. "I know, I know. What did I tell you last time, little Y/N?"

You recitated the words he told you after your last intercourse, "I must be strong and understanding for our bond will never fade."

"Good girl," Ivar praised and slowly limped out of your hut, leaving you naked on your bed.

As he closed the front door, you rolled over on your back and enjoyed the soft fur beneath you. As your left hand slipped down your body, it rested on your lower abdomen. Even though you knew a part of Ivar loved you truly, you were too scared to confess to him that you were carrying his child.

𝓓𝓪𝔂 14 - Solving A Case || BBC Sherlock Holmes x fem!reader

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Summary: Sherlock insists that you visit him, but his motives are rather unclear.

Warnings: some undressing

Word count: ~ 800

Authors: Cass & Fenrir

A/N: the prompt for today is: Undressing

"Good morning, Mrs. Hudson!" You shouted before going straight to Sherlock's apartment.

A completely unknown reason prompted him to contact you, asking you to go to his house immediately.

Sherlock walked down the front hall and glared at you, cocking his one eyebrow up, as soon as he heard your sweet tone echoing off the walls. "You're running late, Y/N."

As you tried to remove your scarf, you nodded. "I know, I am so sorry, it wasn't my fault..."

"You say it wasn't your fault?" He inquired.

"Of course it wasn't. They fixed a sidewalk on the way from my flat, so traffic was a little chaotic," you said finally as you removed your coat and scarf.

His frown had been replaced by a smile on his lips. "Don't worry, I'm aware of it, and I calculated that you might be late. Let us not waste any more time. Please follow me."

After throwing your stuff on the couch, you followed him quickly with an eye roll. "We were going to meet later anyway, so what's the big deal?"

Sherlock looked at you as soon as the door to his office closed behind you and said, "Undress."

Not sure if you heard it right, you blinked and looked around awkwardly. "Excuse me? What?”

"You heard me. Undress, Y/N," he repeated, looking at you.

As you took off your shoes, a look of confusion still appeared on your face. "Like, you want me to take off everything?"

Sherlock cocked his eyebrow at you. "Did I tell you to take your shoes off? I told you to undress."

"I wouldn't take off my skinny jeans with shoes on," you rolled your eyes and then smiled.

It hit you then - there was no doubt your dear boyfriend was eagerly awaiting tonight's date. Revealing your bra, you slowly took off your shirt. It was only a matter of time before your pants followed, revealing matching bottoms. "Sherlock, you might have told me earlier that you cannot wait to see me that much."

He walked to you and traced his fingers along the stripe of your bra, humming to himself. He put hands on your shoulders and slowly turned you around to take a look at your bun.

There was something odd about this, but Sherlock was always odd, so you didn't pay much attention, but when you didn't reach any good conclusions, you started to wonder. "Sherlock? What are we doing exactly?”

"I'm undressing you," he told you simply, pushing his hands beneath the straps of your bra, tugging them down your shoulders, cupping your breasts after.

You gasped and bit your lips, smiling at him. "Well, I can see that. You want to take stuff slowly today?"

"Maybe," his response was brief.

Playing with your bottom lip, you nodded, staying quiet, enjoying his touch.

Soon, his hands moved from your breasts down your body, through the stomach, until they reached your thong.

As his hand reached lower, you let out another soft gasp that filled you with goosebumps.

Sherlock's hand played with your thong, and soon he pushed the material down your legs, slowly and constantly, humming at the softest of your skin under his calloused fingers.

When you stepped out of the panties, you realized you were fully naked in front of him. Like every time, it made you blush. "Sherlock, stop playing with me."

He put hands to your shoulders and slowly caressed down them; his touches soft and delicate like a summer rain. "Good, good, very well." Soon, he turned you around and took one more glance over your curvy hips and fully breasts and thighs.

As you stared at the door in front of you, you were confused. Usually, Sherlock took things slow and unexpectedly, but this was getting silly.

Suddenly, he sent you a warm smile. "Ok, I'm done, you can get dressed, if you want, of course."

"What?" You asked quietly, looking at him. "Excuse me? What do you mean you are done?”

"I am solving a mysterious case. The deceased woman was your size and I had to check something. Thank you for helping me get the clue that the killer had to be left-handed."

"Wouldn't it have been easier to go touch the actual body instead of dragging me all the way here?" You asked.

"Why touch some random, cold Noddy when I have you in my reach, my beautiful?" Sherlock walked back to you and kissed your cheek.

"Well, it seems like your hobby," you grumbled, annoyed by the kiss. "But maybe you could take a little break?"

His eyebrow went up slowly and a cocky grin appeared on his lips. As Sherlock started unbuttoning his plain shirt, he nodded. "I like this idea, Y/N."

𝓓𝓪𝔂 10 - A Steamy Farewell || Leto Atreides x fem!reader

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Summary: After years of service under Duke Leto's command, you are about to leave Arrakis. There's nothing more surprising than being farewelled by the leader himself, especially if it's in a steamy way

Warnings: smut (unprotected p in v)

Word count: 1315

Author: Rouge

A/N: the prompt for today is: Drunk Sex

In order to say goodbye to Arrakis, I decided to throw a party; it was a hot summer evening party with a few coworkers and a lot of wine that everyone enjoyed. My party had thinned out by this point, so I walked the last people down the hill, to their barracks, to say goodbye. I was chatting with a couple of coworkers while Duke Leto Atreides walked his concubine, Lady Jessica, back to their chambers. Then he joined our little group on the training field. 

In between hugs and farewells, we chatted briefly, and I thanked them all for coming.

Despite the fact that it seemed silly for him to walk up and back down again, and I had taken the walk up the hill hundreds of times during my duties, I considered it polite and gentlemanly for him to linger near me and suggest that he walk me back up to the headquarters. We headed back up the little hill. Taking a different route up, Leto stood on a flat area above me and reached down to pull me up. As he pulled me up, my body skimmed along the length of his; he was incredibly strong and I could feel it in his touch. Once I was on my feet next to him, he stabilized me by wrapping his hands around my ribcage. All these things kind of affected me. For a moment, we were silent, then we continued up the hill towards the headquarters. We arrived at my door after a long walk, and it was awkward for a moment. In our drunken and giddy state, we decided to go inside for another drink.

While serving on Arrakis, I managed to collect all kinds of crazy old things about the place that I totally adored and showed him.

Throughout the whole time he was following me around my room; he was very close to me and touched me from time to time.

Knowing he had his beloved concubine, I was pretending not to notice, even though I was subtly encouraging it by leaning in slightly and telling myself that I was drunk and it was to fall or lean on him.

Once I showed Duke Leto the secret door in the back of a closet, I turned around and noticed that we were pressing against each other. As he pulled me closer, he wrapped his arms around me. I placed my hands on his broad chest that was covered by one of his finest, black shirts. It was as if we were subtly fitting our bodies closer together. The look on Leto's face was serious.

I told him, "You should make sure your concubine has made it back safely and that Paul is feeling well. " Leto kissed my neck and breathed deeply, avoiding to reply, "I know, this isn't right, but I crave you." 

As his erection pressed down on me, I couldn't resist moving against it and rubbing my nipples against his chest through our shirts. He was so tall, muscular, and sexy, I couldn't resist myself.

After sliding his hand up my thigh, Leto grabbed a handful of my ass and pulled me even closer to him. “You’re so fucking hot,” he whispered to me.

As we kissed and breathed heavily, I alternated between pushing him away, telling him we couldn't, and pulling him back.

My back was pushed against the wall as he picked me up; I wrapped my legs around him, letting out a brief moan directly into his ear. It was almost like he had an erection inside me despite my panties and his fitted pants still being on; my skirt rode up my thighs as his calloused hand caressed the back of my thigh.

As we grabbed each other and touched everywhere, Leto pulled back my head by my hair so he could kiss the side of my neck and face. It was intense and passionate.

Due to the fact that he was carrying me around the room, we were often falling against things or almost falling over, and we were kissing each other very violently; we would laugh about knocking things over intermittently.

In the end, we ended up near my front door, and I pushed him out, shouting, "I really  want you, but you have to go back to your family!" I slammed the door shut and rested my back against it, trembling as I breathed barely.

After a brief moment of silence, I heard a knock. Naturally, I answered it.

Standing there, Leto cocked an eyebrow at me as he said, "You won't be able to get rid of me this easily." The Duke pushed me back into my room.

We fell to the floor; I hit my back hard against it, laughing nervously. His clothes were taken off by him quickly; my panties and shirt followed as we laid on the cold, stone floor. He pushed my bra aside and started kissing, sucking, and biting my nipples and ran his hand up my thigh, right to the place where I was so hot and wet for him already. Suddenly, his urgency slowed.

While Leto was kissing me so hard; I was writhing with so much desire that I was almost in pain when he started slowly and gently teasing and torturing my pussy with his calloused fingers. Then he hovered over me for just a moment. I felt  the hard tip of Leto’s cock poking on my slick clit.

Leto slowly sank into me all the way, deliciously spreading and filling me; he stopped when he was all the way in. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, Y/N. You’ll fucking make me cum in a second.”

I was panting and desperate for release but he didn't move. I took the initiative and fucked him from below by rising and lowering my hips and getting harder and faster as he hovered over me. "Oh, stop it and fuck me like you've wanted," I encouraged him, wrapping arms around his neck and slipping my hand into his salt-pepper hair.

I felt him grab me by the hips and buck his hips fast into mine, fucking me hard and deep, grunting deeply; almost animalistic noises were emanating from his broad chest.

The scent of Caladan wine could be detected in each breath of Leto as he fucked me slower, like he was making sweet love to me, with tender, gentle kisses placed all over my face. When Leto rolled me on top of him, he didn't change his slow, passionate rhythm inside of me, pulling on my hair, kissing and caressing scars on my body, asking if I was okay, whispering sweet nothings, all the while slowly bringing me to another orgasm.

My eyes were closed as I let myself be enraptured by the luxuriant feel of every inch of his thick cock inside of me. I was moving up and down his dick, forward and back, deeper and faster. My hands rested against his chest for some kind of support until he grabbed my hips, bucking his hips into me to match my movements. Soon, Leto cum deep into me and I contracted and convulsed around him, collapsing onto the top of his chest; my hair messy and my breaths shallow.

After a while, still lying on the floor of my room, we began laughing. 

My drunken state made me think I had just dreamt it, so I couldn't believe it actually happened. I knew things were going to get hairy with his concubine in the morning, but I was flattered that Leto wanted to stay with me for the night, our bodies entwined, gentle, tender kisses and caresses placed to each other, despite the trouble he was sure to get for not returning to his chamber for the night.

In all honesty, I was looking forward to more sex in the morning.

𝓓𝓪𝔂 1 - Silent Lovemaking || Tommy Shelby x fem!reader

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Summary: Tommy enjoys long, passionate sex. You both need to stay quiet because Arthur is up late at night again.

Warnings: smut without plot (quiet sex)

Word count: 1119

Author: Bear

A/N: the prompt for today is: Quiet Sex

Despite his best efforts, Tommy was unable to resist grabbing your delicate hips and ramming his manhood deep inside you, and not filling the room with the sounds of pleasure. He guessed you were probably holding back as well. His eyes watched as his cock disappeared inside your quivering body as Tommy slowly and deeply moved his hips. He especially loved it when you moaned softly and then grabbed his forearms. While he continued to penetrate you slowly in the missionary position, Shelby looked at your soft, thin body, your pink erect nipples, and your flat stomach. His left thumb stimulated your pink clitoris, causing you to moan in a louder tone. Despite the dim light of the moon falling into the room through a half-opened window and a thick curtain shifted to the wall, he could see your love for it on your face.

The motion between your bodies was perfect, with your hips rising slightly with each angled thrust of his, just as they had all night as you bent to Tommy's every whim.

As he gazed at your face, he was mesmerized by all your strikingly beautiful features, the hypnotic gaze of your eyes, the soft pinkness creeping up your cheeks, and your perfectly shaped lips. Tommy was in love with you and he needed to show you that as he increased the strength of his thrusts.

It is a fundamental truth that every person you will ever have sex with will feel differently, and some will feel better than others. 

Tommy had to admit that no woman - not a single one - had ever felt as warm, inviting and as perfectly tight as you did, not even Grace. Your pussy appeared to be crafted by God for his pleasure, and it was heaven on earth.

Taking a deep, audible breath, you said, "Oh my God, I can feel you... I can feel you all the way in my stomach, fuck, you're so deep."

Grabbing your breast and squeezing your nipple, he asked, "Do you like it?"

"God, please don't ever stop," you said as you grabbed Tommy's head and pulled him down. "God, I need you so much," you whispered flatly against his lips.

After kissing for a moment, he hugged you, forcing your head against his right shoulder as he increased his thrusts. 

As you all got louder, Tommy could hear your wet pussy, the slapping of naked bodies, and the creaking of the bed. Tommy let out low grunts as he felt you get even tighter. "That's it, but stay quiet, baby" he stopped moving as your sweet cunt squeezed him in a pulsing, rhythmical manner, tighter than he had ever felt, even when he had fucked those two sweet twenty-year-olds in the summer. Tommy's voice escaped him in sounds of pleasurable agony as he felt the pulsating pussy of yours pushed his impending orgasm closer without ever moving your bodies too much. "That's it..." He grunted again as your orgasm continued; you latched on to Tommy, wrapping your legs so tightly around him.

You let out a muffled yell as you dug your face into his shoulder.

With one last grunt from him, you both gasped as he said, "That's it... that's my girl."

While you remained motionless and quiet, he fought the urge to cum with every thump of his heartbeat that he felt on his cock.

"I can't believe we've been here that long," you said as you suddenly broke the silence.

Tommy looked at the clock on my nightstand. It read 3 in the morning. "I guess we should finish then."

In a whisper, you asked, "Do we have to? I am having so much fun," and sucked his lower lip before biting it lightly.

Tommy slowly began to enter and exit you again, each inch of his existence perfectly accepted by your velvety touch. With each thrust, he started to go harder, lifting your waist up and off the bed, his arms cupping your soft ass as your back arched. He tried his hardest to be quiet, but after a few more thrusts he began to lose himself. The bed was no longer quiet as you began to make your sexy music heard and your skin contact was clearly audible.

Tommy stopped when he heard someone coughing in the background. The voice belonged to Arthur.

However, you did not. Rhythmically lifting and lowering your hips, you began to fuck him while Tommy stood motionless.

Once again, there was a cough, followed by the opening of a door. "Y/N," Tommy whispered.

"Yes, Tommy?" You asked as you continued your movements.

His hands grabbed your waist as he flipped you over, allowing him to exit your pussy. His hands caressed your smooth body as he kissed you deeply.

There was another cough, and then another.

"Looks like Arthur is starting to get sick," Tommy whispered.

Smiles and giggles filled your mouth as you began to kiss his chest, then went down to his stomach, and finally reached his cock. Your tongue rang softly on Tommy's hard shaft as you expertly used your hand. You took it out and continued jerking him while you smiled for a solid minute, working on the tip, twisting your hand, making every nerve in his penis light up. 

Tommy could hear a low slurping sound mixed with your mews of excitement. When Tommy's jizz moved quickly upward, he found himself taking quick, fast breaths.

While you licked the back of his shaft from balls to tip, you took him deep down your throat, looking at him constantly. After pulling him out of your mouth, you asked, "Are you going to cum for me, Tommy?"

As Tommy grabbed the bedsheets, he gave a slight nod.

Continuing inch by inch, you massaged his balls and squeezed them with your other hand as your right hand worked along with your mouth. 

As his balls began to tense, faster and faster, Tommy felt his cock about to be milked. He soon felt himself explode; hips buckled, legs shook, as his balls emptied. After forty minutes of slow, quiet fucking, Tommy felt relieved.

"I think I should head out now," you whispered as you picked up your clothes and wrapped your silky nightgown around you.

"Stay. I love you, Y/N," Tommy said to you. 

You nodded at him willingly and took a seat on the edge of his bed. "I love you too. Thank you for taking me straight to heaven tonight."

Tommy was rethinking the entire intercourse as he ran his palm over your back; he couldn't have been happier for he finally had a woman who was both a caring partner and a tigress in the sheets.