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Summary:

Roni has disobeyed her Daddy's rules and now must take her punishment like a good girl.

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Pairing: Weaver/Roni, aka Regina/Gold
Date Written: 02 October 2023
Word Count: 554
Written for: Kinktober 2023 Day 2
Prompt: Day 2 – Titfucking – bonus Praise Kink
Recipient: JoCorvus
Summary: Roni has disobeyed her Daddy's rules and now must take her punishment like a good girl.
Spoilers: Canon divergent AU of S7 where Weaver and Roni have been having a sort of secret relationship in Hyperion Heights this whole time. Everything else we know about the characters is totally up for grabs. This particular fic takes place nebulously 2 years before the events of "Sweet and Tangy".
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Website: ShatterStorm Productions – Doggie Duo
Link to: http://bdkk.shatterstorm.net/
Archive: ShatterStorm Productions & AO3 only…all others ask for permission & we'll see…
Feedback: Constructive criticism is always welcome.

Author’s Disclaimer: "Once Upon a Time," the characters, and situations depicted are the property of Adam Horowitz, Edward Kitsis, Kitsis/Horowitz, and ABC Studios. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes. Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. This site is in no way affiliated with "Once Upon a Time," ABC, or any representatives of the actors.

Author’s Notes: Yeah, so this was written in under 43 minutes this morning. I love writing for these two, ngl… This is one of the dirtier fics for them, ngl, and I'm okay with that. I think this is the furthest back in their relationship that I've written. No, I take that back. This is the furthest back that I've posted. I have a WiP that goes back further…

Dedication: My muses, as always…

Beta: Not at all, but if you see something I missed, lemme know?

Work Text:

"Not a sound, girl."

The heaviness of his growl is enough to pull the soft whimper back down her throat as she stares up at him. Her palms are sweaty, and she licks her lips against a suddenly dry mouth, but says nothing as she nods.

"Good girl. Now, this hand here" -- he positions her right hand first, then her left -- "and this hand here. Keep them there until I say you can move again. Understand?"

The relief and arousal are palpable when her nod is met with more words of praise. She will be absolutely perfect for Daddy and take her punishment. The sudden heft between her breasts nearly has her breaking her promise of no sounds, but she just manages to quell the urge. He makes a cursory thrust or two, adjusting the position of her hands, and she stares at the sight with growing hunger.

"There we are. Now, I want you to look at me, girl. Look me in the eyes, no matter what, and not a sound from you until I say so. Are we clear? I want you to speak your agreement, then nothing else."

"Yes, Daddy." She can't believe just how wrecked and horny those two words sound at the same time.

"Good girl."

He shifts slightly to stroke her cheek before his hands to go the headboard and his hips begin moving. The slick smoothness of his cock gliding between her breasts sends a jolt of desire arrowing straight to her cunt, but she maintains eye contact. She can feel his need in the tremors dancing along that beloved length she knows so well, knows he wants to go faster, knows he'd rather be plunging deeply into other parts of her body.

Is this a punishment for him, too?

"Focus, girl."

She blinks and licks her lips again, adding the slightest bit of pressure to the tunnel of her breasts, wanting this to be perfect for him. His thrusts grow faster, matching his panting breaths, and she falls into the shifting colors in his eyes. She is the willing prey to her Daddy's viper, the lamb led repeatedly to the slaughter to please him and hopefully be pleasured in return. She could live in those eyes, in the brights and shadows, as he takes her, cock pistoning between her breasts, the tip close enough sometimes that she could swirl her tongue around it if he'd allow it.

But he doesn't, not this time. And so she continues to watch the naked emotions in his eyes as he fucks her breasts with the same powerful abandon as he always fucks her. She is his to control, to protect, to love, and she is never going anywhere else.

Before she realizes how much time has passed, warmth coats her throat and chin as he lets out a low growl. His hips still move erratically for another handful or so of thrusts before he slows and stills, cock still buried between her breasts. His breathing comes in harsh pants and he clings to the headboard. Her clit throbs for attention, but she has not earned that yet, not until he says so.

"Such a good girl," he finally says, reaching for a wet cloth. "Clean us both up and give Daddy a rest, then you've earned yourself a reward."

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